#boo seungkwan oneshot

[cheolism]

an ode to hands and voice

✰ — boo seungkwan x reader ✷ — summary: a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.3k ✷ — genre: smut, established relationship ✰ — warnings: soft sex, intimate sex. boo seungkwan hand porn. unprotected sex, cumming inside. ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: requested by @strxwberry-skiess !! i hope you enjoy and i hope i did your request justice! this is a part of my follower celebration. also tagging fellow seungkwan enthusiast @haologram

"deep breath in."

you inhale, breath shaking against the stillness of the room.

"and out."

you exhale, body relaxing. as your body decompresses, sagging back against the bed, seungkwan pushes in.

you actively try not to tense back up as his dick pushes into your cunt. despite him having prepared you, having spent what felt like ages fucking his fingers in and out, in and out, you can still feel the slight burn of your pussy stretching around his cock. your toes curl and you can't help but twist your fingers into the sheets, biting down on your lip.

seungkwan lets out a shuttering gasp, his grip on the sheets on either side of your head tightening. he hangs his head as he stills his hips, his nose pressing against the curve of your cheek.

"gotta relax, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy. when seungkwan came home from practice his voice was already a little fucked. he got halfway through a cup of tea topped with honey before you, needy and pathetic in that too-cute way, stumbled into his arms.

and fuck, if you weren't cute and pathetic right not beneath him.

"you gotta let my cock in," seungkwan cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. "gotta relax your pussy, baby."

you nod, turning and pressing your face against his. you tried to mold yourself back into the bed; tried to make yourself present. the warmth of seungkwan's body was flooding into you, trapped between him and the blanket beneath you. the mattress was soft and plush, because life was full of denials but seungkwan would be damned if he denied himself a cloud-like bed to fall into every night.

you relaxed back into the bed.

seungkwan could feel your cunt loosen around him. no longer did your pussy have a tight grip on him, the sort that he was greatly reluctant to try and press against. he never wanted to hurt you; never wanted this to hurt.

and so, with your cunt relaxed around him, seungkwan continues to push in.

you arch up against seungkwan as he fucks into you, breasts pressing against him. he slips his hand down to one of your thighs, and then moves your thigh up, giving him more room to settle between your legs. your knee knocks against his side.

"keep spreading," seungkwan says. he settles against you, cock fully sheathed, pelvis pressed against your thighs. "let me move."

"don't," you gasp out. your pussy clamps down on his cock, and seungkwan can't help the throaty groan that escapes him.

"won't," he says, dropping his face to the crook of your neck. he breathes against your skin, inhaling your scent. "won't move 'til you say it's good."

you move one of your hands to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his flesh.

"feels big," you say, voice breaking.

"feels," seungkwan echoes back. "you saying i'm not big?"

you roll your eyes at him, hand sliding up his shoulder. you settle your hand along his jaw. "you know what i mean."

seungkwan hums. he settles against you, relaxing into your body in turn. seungkwan takes a moment to admire you.

he moves his hand to your face. seungkwan trails his fingers, long and thin, along the soft curve of your cheek. his nails gently scrape along your skin, and seungkwan can't help but follow the path of his fingers. he slides his forefinger, lightly and slowly, to your chin.

seungkwan's touch is as light as a butterfly's kiss. it's the sort of loving, gentle touch that belongs only to that of a lover; of an admirer.

and how he admires you.

seungkwan trails his finger to your lips. he looks at the pale shade of his nail and compares it to the lovely hue of your lips. he watches as the plump flesh of your lips bends beneath the pressure of his finger, as your lips part, gently, in response.

seungkwan can't help but push his finger between your lips. your mouth is just as warm as your cunt, and just as he had slid his dick into your pussy he slides his finger into your mouth. your mouth is warm and wet and welcoming.

you take his finger eagerly, as if it were his cock into your cunt. he doesn't press his finger all the way in. instead he settles his finger along your tongue. his cock throbs as you suck at his finger, your lashes fluttering.

"fucking pretty," seungkwan murmurs. "you're so fucking pretty."

reluctantly, seungkwan removes his finger from your mouth. he trails his fingers down the column of your throat, watching. he continues to move his hand along your body, until his fingers are cradling the edge of your tit.

he can't help but follow the curve, his thumb gently swiping. impulsive, seungkwan goes to your nipple. he slides a finger on either side of your nipple, tugging softly.

your mouth opens in a sweet gasp.

"kwannie," you call out, arms wrapping around his shoulders. you shift beneath him, moving so your legs are wrapped around him.

seungkwan tugs at your nipple again. "ready?"

you nod.

seungkwan begins to pull from your pussy. he moves slowly, cock sweetly dragging against your walls. the slide is easy due to how wet you are, and he adores how your cunt flutters around his dick.

once the head of his dick is at your entrance seungkwan rolls his hips towards you. the movement is fluid, a smooth rock back into your pussy. he rolls his hips as he fucks you, the motion constant.

he's addicted to the way your pussy grips him, how smooth the slide is. seungkwan's hand grips at your tit, nails digging in slightly, lost in the velvet feel of your cunt.

"feels good," he gasps out. he can feel the rasp of his voice, can feel the dryness of his throat. "feels so fucking good, sweetheart."

your body responds so beautifully to him. your body arches up into him, your legs tighten around him in an effort to keep him close. your mouth is open in a constant moan, eyes squeezing shut.

seungkwan can feel his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. he wants to cum in your pussy so bad, wants to fill you up so much.

he can't help but let his thrusts carry away. seungkwan begins to fuck you earnestly. the slap of his thrusts are loud, sharp and stinging. he wants to cum, wants to see his cum spilling fro your cute pussy —

your legs begin to weaken around him, falling to the side. seungkwan moves his hand from your tit. he loops his arms underneath your legs, hooking your legs up over his arms.

he fucks and thrusts and feels his heavy balls tighten against him. you feel so fucking good; you look gorgeous; you sound divine.

you moan out his name, broken and high.

seungkwan feels his balls clench once more, and then he's spilling inside of you. it's like a string pulled taut has been cut. he keeps fucking you as he cums, relentlessly with one goal in mind.

even once he stops cumming he doesn't pull out. seungkwan lets his dick soften in your pussy. he moves his hand down to your cunt, releasing one of your legs. two of his fingers find your clit easily. seungkwan begins to rub at your clit, cunt drenched from your juices and his cum.

"you gotta cum," he says, voice hoarse. he frames your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the sensitive area around it. your pussy continues to clench down around his spent dick, and he has half a mind to pull out, the sensation bordering on too much, but fuck —

you cum with a loud cry, lips curling and torso arching off of the bed. seungkwan groans in response and lays his body on yours, keeping you caught between him and the bed as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you through orgasm.

"that's it," he moans, throat sore from misuse, "cum for me, baby. cum."

[itssunshinetoday]

★Videocall with your long-distance boyfriend, Wonwoo

[simpxxstan]

boys over flowers (booseoksoon + chan)

this summer, four new teachers are joining sebong elementary school: kwon soonyoung, the physical education teacher, lee seokmin, the science teacher, boo seungkwan, the music teacher, and lee chan, the dance teacher. join them as they embark on this new journey, and how they navigate through the world of romance and friendship!

a series of four short stories, wrapped around the same setting, arriving soon!

themes: elementary school teachers!au, romcom-ish, fluff, minor angst

word count: less than 10k for each oneshot

#1: lunch lee seokmin x f.reader genre: strangers to lovers out now!

#2: it isn't you boo seungkwan x f.reader genre: exes to lovers out now!

#3: flat no. 1102 lee chan x f.reader genre: friends to lovers release date: 30th May

#4: bad boy bad girl kwon soonyoung x f.reader genre: enemies to lovers release date: 2nd June

all release dates are tentative! warnings and word counts for each oneshot will be mentioned when they are released.

[yjhzies]

“Mr. Blushing Boo.” — Boo Seungkwan

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . crack . self-indulgent

⋆ pairings : seungkwan x gn!reader ⋆ warning : not proof-read, mentions of a ghost (not literally) ⋆ wc : 0.8k [✉️] · when you're bf hates you addressing him by his full name, but he is down bad for you.

⋆ - note : DON'T WE JUST LOVE A LOSER BOO 😼 he is so cute i couldn't shake this thought off so I'll share some of my delulu-ness <3 also my first seungkwan fic! this man is wrecking me so hard it's not even a joke anymore, hannie is shivering timbering in his boots 💔🙏

"I swear, this recipe said 'easy'."

Seungkwan groaned in frustration, scowling at the recipe book on the counter in front of him and reaching out to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand.

You let out a small laugh, handing him a tissue. "Use this, stinky."

Huffing out a breath, he took the tissue from your grasp while rolling his eyes and sneering. He returned his gaze to the recipe book, his face painted with an unimpressed expression.

"Baby, can you bring me the flour?" He said, not taking his eyes off the book as he began mixing the batter in a bowl.

"Ah, okay," you say, washing your hands and walking over to the cabinet.

You extended your hand to unlock the cabinet and then grabbed the flour bag. Your hands were shaky from the weight, and you prayed that it wouldn't fall. Just as you gradually took it out over your head—

boom.

You just stood there dumbfounded with flour all over your face, not even bothering to scream. You blow the flour from your lips away.

"I heard a sound, are you oka-"

Seungkwan arrived on the other side of the kitchen and called out, only to stand there with his mouth agape. He looked you up and down, then burst out laughing.

"Baby-" He squealed, leaning on the counter to support himself and keep from falling. You scowled at him. However, you could not suppress the small giggle that escaped your lips when you saw him laughing.

His hands move away from the counter, causing him to roll on the ground as he laughs.

"What a boyfriend," you murmured under your breath, amused by the sight of your boyfriend rolling on the floor, laughing instead of helping you.

"Come and help me now, will you?"

With a gasp for breath, he opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as he began laughing once more.

You stood there, looking stupid like a ghost. With a sneer, you inhale deeply, prepared to scare your beloved boyfriend half to death.

"Boo Seungkwan!"

He paused at the full ass goverment name, and perked up his head to look at you. His eyes widened as if they were about to pop out, and his lips pursed.

"Come and help me." Your tone was firm, and Seungkwan pushed himself off the floor and dashed straight to you. He picked up the flour bag and set it on the table before taking a cloth to wipe your face.

With a pout on his lips and his eyes fixed on your cheek, he gently started wiping the flour off your face. You knew it was because you addressed him by his full name. He obediently followed your words as you tried not to laugh at his pout.

"Baby," he said quietly, staring at his hand. "I'm sorry for laughing earlier..."

"I swear I didn't mean it! you see, it was just really funny seeing you covered in f-" He paused and raising his head to study your expression before lowering it once more. "Okay, I'll shut up."

But he flinches as you grab his face and peck his lips. As he digests what happened, his eyes enlarge.

"You're so cute, boo." You grin, squishing his pink-dusted cheeks. Unlike him, he smiled shyly and looked down, like a shy high school boy facing his crush.

"Aw, should I name you Mr. Shy Boo?"

He giggled lightly as you called him Boo. Suddenly shy to touch you, he reached out to hold the fabric of your shirt on the sides of your waist.

It was one of those goldy moments when you fluttered THE Boo Seungkwan's heart. Because, first thing, there has not been a day when he has not side-eyed you if you are being clingy more than usual (he actually enjoys it and gives in after acting whiny), and second, he will be teasing and poking you every chance he gets, so you are the one who is giddy at the end of the day. But that doesn't stop you from knowing his weaknesses.

"No, just call me boo..." With a slight smile on his face, he mumbled and leaned in to place his head on your shoulder while placing his hands lightly on your hips.

Reaching out, you take his hands in yours, adjusting it so that it encircles your waist before you put your own arms around his neck.

"Guess what, boo?"

"Mm?"

"+1 for my collection."

"Huh? what collection?"

"The Blushing Boo collection!" You giggled, and suddenly Seungkwan is side eyeing you. He raised his head to intensify the glare, which appeared more like to a pout.

"You don't like it? should I change it to Boo Seungkwan?"

"Don't call me that." With a light foot stomp, he let out a whine. "The name boo sounds much better from your mouth."

"So can I name the collection as blushing boo?" You grinned.

He huffed with a hint of smile, and shrugged. "Whatever."

"Got it, Mr. Blushing Boo!"

[moonlightwonu]

부승관 // Boo Seungkwan Fic Recsᡣ𐭩

널 외롭게 두지 않을게 처음의 마음을 널 위해 지킬게~

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“Starlight Eyes” by @whipped-for-kpop-fics

Fem!reader || idol au, fluff, angst, Seungkwan-centric || W.C: 14k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The past months together were supposed to be his way of forming a connection with you that would allow you to see him in a romantic manner like you had started to with Seungcheol last year. But it seemed it had just made Seungkwan's feelings burn brighter and his crush turn into something more.

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“Briefly Orange” by @wondernus

Summer au, friends to lovers, magical realism, slowburn, angst, romance, slice of life || W.C: 32k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Fragmentary source of healing and like an oasis away from the city, for his group of friends, Boo Seungkwan’s family farm is a regular vacation destination away from the city. Yet Seungkwan wishes for anything but a future filled with mountains of oranges, his dream of living in the city still ineffaceable in his head. When he receives a request from a friend he fell out of touch with asking if they could stay on his farm for the summer, Seungkwan finally finds himself in an opportunistic place in which his dream can finally become a reality. Why? Because you’re cursed to have everything you love disappear. Sweltering heat and an eventful summer, magic touches lives in ways that we can never imagine. But in this transition between seasons, we find ourselves asking: when loss is as transient as the lives we live, what does it mean to love with every fiber of our being?

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“The Beach House” by @bluehoodiewoozi

Fem!reader || one bed trope, enemies to lovers, comedy, angst, romance, slowburn || W.C: 9.8k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Maybe Vernon made a mistake by inviting both you and Seungkwan to the beach house, or maybe he was smarter than the two of you combined.

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“Once Upon A Summer” by @the-boy-meets-evil

Fem!reader || 90s au, summer love, fluff, angst || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Every summer kind of goes the same. The population of your usually sleepy beach town doubles and you bust your ass to make enough money to last through the slow season. But a new face blows into town like a whirlwind and he’s determined to catch your eye. Only one problem: he’s here for vacation and you’re married to this town. 

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“It Isn’t You” by @simpxxstan

Fem!reader || single mom au, fluff, angst || W.C: 8.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you're ready to begin a completely new life in seoul, away from your ex-husband and your baggage of regrets. but fate has different plans for you when you meet seungkwan again, and this time, you don't want to let go.

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“When I Grow Up” by @wooahaes

Gn!reader || childhood friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst || W.C: 12.3k

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“Strawberry Jazz; Love On The Train To Tokyo” by @idyllic-ghost

Neighbour au, strangers to lovers, fluff, romance || W.C: 9.4k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･In an attempt to let go of your past, you travel to a new city and pretend to be a new person. On the train to Tokyo, you meet a handsome stranger but miss the opportunity to get his name and number before you part ways. Lucky for you, your fates seem to be intertwined as you meet again just a few hours later.

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“1-800-CUPID” by @drunk-on-dk

Fem!reader || friends to lovers, slice of life, fluff, romance, smut || W.C: 7k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Nothing could have ever prepared you to reunite with Boo Seungkwan over a desperate, wine-induced call to 1-800-CUPID late one night. Seungkwan was always known for being a jack-of-all-trades and meddler during your time spent as his friend at university, so hearing his cherubic voice over the love advice hotline wasn’t so shocking. Fortunately for you, Seungkwan’s sprite attitude is exactly what you need in your post-grad, loveless life. However, what will you do when he begins to surpass what the hotline has to offer and meddles with your heart instead?

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“Like A Domino” by @sluttywoozi

Fem!reader || bartender au, pining, fluff, suggestive || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: ~12.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Seungkwan falls for you a bit more with every date you have. And by you, he means you and someone else. He’s just the bartender.

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“Guilty Pleasures” by @hannieween

[Series] || Fem!reader || childhood crush to lovers, fluff, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 24.5k (as of now) || Status: Ongoing

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Planning a wedding is not easy. It is one of the most difficult feats you had ever chosen to do. That and seeing Boo Seungkwan again. Seungkwan, the golden boy, the teacher's favourite. The person you had a stupid undying crush on.

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“As It Was” by @ssinboo

Fem!reader || fwb , smut || W.C: 5.4k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you're helping him pick himself up the only way you know how. or You and Seungkwan are occasional friends with benefits

⤷“We're No Good Alone” (Part 2 of As it Was)

Fem!reader || smut, angst || W.C: 5.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Seungkwan finds himself in a month long slump and you're recruited by his manager to help him get back on his feet. He finds your presence a lot more comforting than he'd be willing to admit. or You visit Seungkwan in Seoul and spent the weekend like you don't hate each other.

⤷“It's Always Been Us” (Part 3 of As it Was)

Fem!reader || romance, smut, fluff || W.C: 16.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･After your unplanned confession, you avoid Seungkwan until an unexpected issue brings you to contact him. When you finally get in touch, secrets are revealed.

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“Office Hours” by @seungkw1

Afab!reader || College au, smut, fluff || W.C: ~6.2k

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“Plan B” by @diamonddaze01

Fem!reader || Frenemies to lovers || W.C: 9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･it's just a stupid pact. what could possibly go wrong?

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“Caught On Camera” by @rubyreduji

Fem!reader || camstar au, roommates au, smut || W.C: 7.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･being a cam girl is great, that is is until you have to consider your roommate

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either��”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

[honeyshua]

“Can you hold me? The stress isn’t good for the baby.” Your words caught Seungkwan off guard. While it wasn’t possible to say “???” out loud Seungkwan’s face said it for him. “What baby??” Seungkwan whisper yelled trying not to freak out too much. “I’m the baby.” “Yah Y/N you can’t scare me like that!” He raised his voice and dramatically put his hand on his heart.

A few seconds later Seungkwan was giving you a back hug. You sighed happily and took a deep breath. Seungkwan could feel some of the stress seem to leave you just from his touch. “What’s got my baby so stressed?” At that point you were glad he couldn’t see your face and the blush that suddenly appeared.

He guided you to the couch and let you lay on his chest. You vented about everything that was making you stressed. After you vented you felt better and thanked Seungkwan for listening. “You don’t have to thank me for listening. I love listening to you and knowing what’s going on in your mind.”

[beefboyandbabygirl]

this is my first (1st!!) ever request so im sorry if im not clear or if anything is too vague.. </3 just had a thought about virgin!svt member (any one of your choice) x experienced but shy reader?? like they usually tease each other like crazy and reader is kind of cocky and all bratty (basically all talk) but when it comes to actual sex they're unexpectedly crazy shy and the member just 😞😞 cant get enough... im just curious about how you'd write the dynamic :) it can be vice versa as well! feel free to write about whoever comes to mind when you read this!

- anon 🐱❤️

oh my gooood im so honored to be ur first request hihi <3 i hope u like it!!

Show me how

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pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: smut, first time, fluffish

warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, mentions of oral, kissing, mentions of making out, veryyyy slight degredation, mentions of restraint, mentions of masturbation

beefboy quotes: "kitten wants seungkwans cock🤧" (im sorry for including this but it made me laugh) "IM WET".

wordcount: 1k

a/n: phew this was a difficult one. im practising writing more detailed smut and do a little less plot lmao. beefboy says its working so im going to trust i did okay haha.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening right now.” 

What you had told Seungkwan was true. You were fairly experienced when it came to sex. However, experienced didn’t exactly equate to confident, even though you might have given him that idea. And it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like you had tried to fool him, or pretend you were something you weren’t. All the dirty secrets whispered to make him blush, the not-so-accidental brushes of your ass over his crotch or fingers over his chest, were done out of pure love and adoration. You liked to tease him, and he absolutely loved when you teased him. 

You just wanted his first time to be special, and now you were afraid it was all ruined. 

“No, why are you apologizing? You’re doing great.”

He was laid out beneath you, already all sweaty and glowy from the heavy makeout session that had prompted the current situation. A large hand gently came in touch with one of the thighs straddling his torso, silently saying it’s okay, we’re okay. And his pupils were all blown out, and the room was dimly lit and humid. It was beautiful and perfect. He was perfect, and you were ruining it. 

It all felt completely upside down to you. That he was giving the reassuring words and the calming touches when he was supposed to be the nervous one. He didn’t look nervous at all. He sported that confident smile, the inquiring tilt of his head and he was shirtless underneath your bare thighs. 

“I just feel like I've let you down. Like I made you expect all these things for tonight, that I was supposed to be all dominating, and sexy and what not-”

“Babe, you’re literally so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh yeah, suddenly having a mental breakdown in the middle of your boyfriend's first time. So sexy of me.”

Without replying he grabbed you by the hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you for permission. Your ‘yes’ was barely a whisper. Slowly, he shuffled you further down his body, so you were positioned over his cock. His hard cock. Really hard and also, really big. Not that you were surprised. 

“You feel that?” 

None of you were even moving, not even the slightest, and yet sparks of pleasure were rushing through you. He could probably feel the wetness soaking through your panties and onto the fabric covering his hard dick, but for the first time that night, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were nervous, you didn’t feel like you had a single expectation to live up to or promise to fulfill. He was hard, and you had barely done anything, which made you both incredibly relieved and wet. 

“M-mhm…”

When he noticed how your shoulders suddenly dropped and your jaw unclenched, he too felt all his muscles loosen up and a held back sigh escaped him. 

“You did that baby, made me so hard. Because you’re so sexy, and beautiful and hot-”

“Okay okay, I get it.” Your attempt at shutting him up was to lean down for a kiss, but he just continued to ramble and mumble onto your lips, and you realized you shouldn’t keep him waiting much longer. 

“Can I take these off?” You asked, your voice quiet as it spilled onto his lips while your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers. 

“Yes, f-fuck, please.”

Before you could even have the chance though, he was ripping them off himself, so you instead took the opportunity to take your panties off, leaving you both fully naked.

“How- How do you want me?”

His question barely registered with you as his dick entered your line of sight. You had seen each other naked a few times, sure, but only for short moments while changing clothes or walking in on the other showering. Now his dick was so up close you could see every vein, every drop of precum leaking down his shaft, and you hadn’t even noticed you were practically laying on your stomach, crosseyed and nearly drooling at the sight. 

“Don’t look at it like that.” 

His voice snapped you out of your cockdrunk trance and you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his cock. 

“I’m just admiring it.”

“Yeah, I can tell, but please don’t look at it like that for much longer, or I’ll actually cum untouched.”

You giggled lowly before crawling further up his body again. Your noses were touching and his heavy breaths tickled your lips as your hand dragged over his nipples, down his abs until it reached his cock. 

“That’d be so hot”, you whispered. Your boyfriend let out a breathy whimper in return, one you so badly wanted to hear again, so you wrapped your fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing until he was throbbing so hard you could have been convinced it was his heartbeat going straight into his dick. 

“You like the sound of that? I could touch myself in front of you, have you tied to the bed so you can’t touch me yourself, see how long you’ll last…”

He was already close. Embarrassingly close, but what was he supposed to do? For weeks before you asked him out he would simply think of something gross, like Vernons three week old laundry or the floor in the subway, whenever he accidentally popped a boner around you. But now, that was actually impossible. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but you everywhere, in every corner of his mind. 

“Please, I’m so close…” The way your hand alternated between squeezing him at the base and going up and down in a fast motion, was making him dizzy. 

“I know, I know. You’ll get what you want”, your hand let go of his cock, as you resumed your position from a few moments ago, straddling him, but now with no layers of fabric between you. Your pussy radiated actual heat, and occasionally a drop of your wetness would fall onto his abs and trickle down towards his v-line, and if he didn’t get your pussy around him now he would probably faint. 

“Remind me what it is you want again?” 

This wasn’t your usual teasing. Even though your words were bratty as always, they were now laced with something different, something loving. You were smiling adoringly and your eyes were sparkling, and even though you were being so cruel, you were still so doting. 

“I Want…Want your pussy. Need it.”

You rewarded his answer with a quick kiss, before lining your entrance up with his cock and sinking down slowly. Seungkwans facial expression twisted into one of pleasure and he was muttering profanities into the air. 

“Feel okay?”

He felt more than okay. He had never felt better, but if you began to move even a single inch, he would cum, and he didn’t wanna be that guy. 

“Yeah- Yeah I’m fine just, fuck, give me a second…”

“Hm? But I thought this was what you wanted?”

Seungkwan knew you weren’t actually denying his request. You weren’t moving, and you wouldn’t unless he wanted you to. You were testing him. You had a goal, and once you went for something, there was no way Seungkwan could convince you otherwise. 

“I do! I do, I just don’t wanna-”

“But I do.” 

Your hips began to swivel back and forth on top of him. The subtle movement would have been barely noticeable had he not been so sensitive. 

“You can cum Seungkwan, it’s okay. I want it.”

When he didn’t argue further, when he looked at you with pleading eyes, you kept going, escalating the speed of your hips more and more, until your boyfriend was a wonderful mess underneath you, writhing and moaning desperately. 

“Cum for me, Seungkwan.”

Your words were the last tug pulling at the knot in his stomach. He was releasing inside of you, coating your walls in white and tensing every muscle in his body. It was only after the fact he got to see it, his eyes struggling to open from how tight they were shut, and once they landed on his cum dripping down your plush thighs onto his stomach it was as if the high just kept running through him. 

“Should I- Can I try to eat you out? Can you show me how?”

You hadn’t had expectations of cumming tonight. This was about him. That being said, you were hardly surprised that he wanted to return the favor, selfless as always.  

Your mind wandered to just a few moments ago, when you were so worried about ruining this moment. About making him uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, or not living up to his expectations. Now you were realizing that this hadn’t been about expectations at all. It had been about trust. Seungkwan trusted you enough to be his first. To show him how. 

And there was nothing more sexy than being trusted.

[sungbeam]

𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

boo seungkwan x gn!reader

1.3k words, established relationship au, childhood friends 2 lovers, proposal au, fluff, super soft

a/n: for the love of our beloved boo 💖 im still obsessed w this photo of him

Boo Seungkwan asked you to marry him beneath the shade of an orange tree.

The two of you had only been about ten years old, but back then, ten years old was everything. You were two peas in a pod, forever and always. He had been pushing you on the tire swing attached to one of the sturdier, low-hanging branches, as he always did. You kicked your legs up, a grin splitting your face.

"Why are only older people allowed to get married?" he asked later that day, as the sun set across the pasture. It was one of those days where the sun's sinking broiled across the sky in vibrant rivers of orange and yellow, before bruising into deep shades of purple. You had your backs against the trunk of the orange tree, your knees pressed to your chest, and Seungkwan's hand just touching yours on the damp earth.

You gave a small shrug. "Dunno. Why do you ask?"

From the other side of his body, he raised his hand and showed you a coil of flower stems, intertwined into a miniature ring. He held it in between two pinched fingers, floating in the space between your bodies. "Wanna get married?"

Around fifteen years later, Seungkwan pulled his car up the long, winding dirt road up to the orange grove. You sat in the passenger seat, your chin settled on your arms over the open window as you gazed out at the pasture that had filled your childhood with joyous memories. In the distance, you could already make out the largest, oldest orange tree at the far end of the field, its branches plump with globes of ripe orange fruit. And, of course, the old tire swing still hung from one of its arms, drifting gently in the cool breeze.

Seungkwan parked the car where the road ended. He had been planning this picnic for a long time coming; you and he hadn't been back to this place for years now, having been occupied with your own constantly moving adult lives. And yet, he had managed to keep ahold of you—thank god, he had.

As he killed the engine to his car, he smoothed down the white button up he wore. Outwardly, his movements were natural—inwardly, the box in his pocket seemed to burn right through his skin.

"It'll be golden hour soon," he said to you softly, a smile gracing his face as he watched the strands of your hair dance across your forehead as you gazed out. He knew you felt it, too—the nostalgia. That creeping, sweeping sensation trekking down his nerves until he felt warm and fuzzy. Or maybe his chest hurt from youth long gone. But there was no time like the present to remedy that.

You lifted yourself from the window, that wistful expression still etched into your face. You met his eyes, and he nearly melted. He would never not be enamored by your every movement, your every stare. "Well, we better get going then, love."

Blanket, picnic basket—all the necessary items were withdrawn from the trunk. While you held the folded square blanket under your arm and Seungkwan with the basket, the two of you ventured into the green-gold sea of grass toward the edges of the orange grove, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.

"Wow, it's beautiful here," you said, voice barely audible. You'd hate to disturb the pure tranquility in the air.

Seungkwan gave a nod, allowing himself to get sucked into the landscape. He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply. "It is. Isn't that the rock you tripped over when we were, like, seven?" He chuckled, pointing to a rock fixture to the side of the path.

You made a face at the rock as you passed, then bumped his shoulder with yours. "Hey! I had banged-up knees for weeks!"

"Aish, what're you complaining about when I pushed you everywhere in that wheelchair?" He made a feigned noise of disappointment while shaking his head.

That made you smile. "You refused to let me use Chan's crutches."

"He probably broke them," he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't about to let you hurt yourself more from wrecked crutches."

"I'm telling Chan you said that."

"I dare you," he quipped, nose flicking up into the air. "I'm not afraid of him."

You giggled, and the sound made his heart pitter-patter like he was a teenager in love again. Then again, he wasn't so far off from then. It was strange how after all this time of being in love with you, he hadn't gotten used to the feeling. Everyday, you gave his heart a warm thrill. You were a reminder of how beautiful it was to be alive and by your side.

When you reached the foot of the orange tree, you and Seungkwan swiftly laid out the blanket, then set everything atop it. Before digging into anything, however, you walked over to the tire swing and tested the integrity of the rope, the rubber. You swept the tire seat clean from cobwebs and dirt and dust, delicately lowering yourself onto the inner ring.

Seungkwan didn't even need to be asked.

He came up behind you and grabbed either side of the tire, pulling it back a little, then letting it fly down the slight incline. "Wow, I didn't think it'd actually still hold."

"Woooo!" You cheered as you swung in the setting sun.

Seungkwan had definitely been right earlier—golden hour had approached swiftly.

He fidgeted as he continued to gently push the swing into motion for you. He had a plan—of course, he had a plan.

And when the two of you sat atop the blanket a handful of minutes later, your knees were pressed to your chest and Seungkwan's hand lingered close to yours.

He swallowed the thundering of his heart, his eyes set on the burning sunset in the distance as if even the sky were telling him that it was now or never. "Remember when I asked you that one time why only older people get married, or something like that?"

You passed him a curious, sideways smile. "Yeah. I still don't know the answer."

"Well—" he stammered, the hand on his other side struggling to dig the box out of his pocket as subtly as possible, "—do you think we're old enough yet?"

"Old enough? To get married?" You and Seungkwan had had lots of discussions about marriage before, but never had he brought up this one instance again. "I mean… I think we are. I think we're old enough to have experienced enough of life ourselves to determine when we're ready to share it with another."

Seungkwan closed his eyes as a small laugh fell from his lips. "Why are you so good at articulating these things, hm?"

You beamed, leaning forward onto your knees to peer at him with your cheek pressed to your kneecaps. "Maybe I've thought about it a lot."

Yours and his eyes met then, as the sun gave its final send off.

Seungkwan internally cheered as his fingers caught onto the ring from the pried-open jaws of the ring box.

He cleared his throat; why was it getting congested? Why now why now why now? "Then Yn Ln—" he forced stability into his voice, then presented the ring, held it between you two, "—will you marry me?"

Your breath caught in your throat. The ring—white gold band, diamond center and surrounded in petals of clear-cut stone like a blooming flower—glistened in the fading daylight. You exhaled your answer, inhaled it, breathed it out again: "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

And as Seungkwan fumbled to slide the ring onto your finger with shaky hands; as you clung onto him until he fell back onto the blanket; as the sky dimmed to periwinkle evening; you and Seungkwan were reminded of a beautiful life beneath the shade of an orange tree.

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ꔛ ⦂ 𓂃 don’t even know your name — boo seungkwan

based off of @imagine-svt's imagine (thank you for the lovely idea !!) , gn!reader , nonidol!au, fluff , cw: none , wc: 1.3K ！！ @luvhyun3 thanks for wanted to be tagged for this one <33 hope ya like :))

you’ve always found the idea of having a public transport buddy to be a small and subtle delight, but it seems the opportunity has never fully presented itself. you suppose that he’s the closest you’ll get, and considering him, you’d never complain. it’s true, the two of you barely speak, save the small moments; soft greetings, offers to sit in the chair beside him when there’s no other room, or apologies when you bump shoulders due to the rocking bus. even so, you like to pretend there’s an unspoken friendship between the two of you due to you getting on and off at the same stops on the way to work. plus, you can tell he gives a small smile under his mask each time you happen to make eye contact.

he seems bright and sunny, though sometimes you overhear him on the phone with his friends and his extravagant complaints against waking up so early are rather entertaining. at this point, you’re quite used to his presence each morning, even expectant of it. maybe, just maybe you look forward to it too. you must be a hopeless romantic, as to you, his expressive features and the loud laugh he tries to suppress to avoid disturbing others are like some dose of humanity that’s small, but precious beyond belief. sometimes you laugh at yourself for caring so much about someone you barely know, but you know it’s your way of hoping and holding on to a love for humanity in a world where things often fall apart. regardless, there’s no harm in loving something bright.

it comes as a surprise, though small in size, the first time the bus pulls away from the stop without him inside. often, he’s there before you, his satisfyingly crisp button-up shirts and brown briefcase a welcome sight each morning. so when the bus pulls up to the stop, and he still hasn’t rounded the corner at a jog the same way he does on the occasional days he’s running late, you frown a little as you board the vehicle. but you let thoughts of him pass by after considering that things just happen. alarms don’t go off sometimes, and people take the day off to visit a family member or friend for something special. maybe he’s caught a cold early this season, though you hope not for his sake, and a little bit for yours. it’d be a shame to miss his presence another day.

such a shame, that you frown and furrow your eyebrows as you approach the stop the next morning and his warm presence is missing from the scene. you dare to hope he’ll still show up, but your luck falls short when he never does. you were hoping to sit somewhere near him today. 

you experience the same exact disappointment the next morning too. the bus pulls up in front of you and the others waiting, so you spare one more glance in the direction he normally comes from before standing with a small sigh. once in the bus, you're greeted with a crowd, forcing you to stay standing near the front. people jostle around you, trying to find a place, so you hold firmly to the bar over your head. 

once settled, you’re surprised the vehicle hasn’t begun to take off. you wonder what the driver could be waiting for, stretching your head to examine the street for an answer to your question.

the answer comes a moment later, but not from the direction you were looking at all.

with windswept hair, a familiar figure all but stumbles through the bus doors, panting out a thank you to the driver for waiting and paying the fare with his phone. he continues to rush forward towards the seats before registering the lack of empty space, and skids to a rough halt right in front of you when he finally looks up.

“so sorr–” he doesn’t even get to finish his apology when the bus lurches forward, practically launching him into you before he could gain any sense of balance. in an effort to keep you from toppling over the people sitting around you, he manages to grab the bar above your heads and wrap an arm around your shoulders. you find yourself gripping his bicep with one arm, while the other finds purchase on the wrist that holds the bar, as your hand was ripped from its own hold when he crashed into you. your face immediately flushes with heat at the proximity of his body, no matter how awkward a position you’re in, and it takes several long seconds for the two of you to untangle your limbs from one another.

“are you okay?” you ask, just as he begins to profusely apologize. “it’s alright! it’s not your fault,” you insist as the apologies continue to tumble out of his mouth.

“no, no, i’m so sorry. are you okay?” he asks, out of breath and almost panicked at the thought of having hurt you in some way.

“i’m completely fine! don’t worry, you saved us both from trouble with your reflexes, so i should be thanking you,” you insist. “are you alright, though?” you almost comment on his appearance, but refrain for fear of bringing up some touchy subject. his face is haggard and worn out, with deep eye bags showing clearly from above his mask. his hair is unkempt, probably from running all the way to the stop, and his button up shirt is wrinkled and unevenly tucked into his pants. you’re sure most of that is due to the tumble the both of you took, though it’s clear some of those wrinkles were there before. he’s only been gone two days, and you can’t help but wonder what the hell happened in that time.

“yeah, yeah, i’m alright,” he reassures you, though his tone comes out flat and unconvincing. but it doesn’t feel like your place to pry, so you send him a smile instead.

“good. that’s good.” you wish desperately to mention his absence on the bus the last two days, or to strike up some sort of conversation. he looks so tired and beyond embarrassed for having knocked you over, and all you want to do in that moment is to make him feel at ease.

you clear your throat awkwardly, hoping that the words you settle on are alright. “it’s good to see you today.” you almost hope he doesn’t hear you, because you’re already getting embarrassed. god, who says that to someone who’s name you don’t even know?

“oh. oh, i– i, it’s good to see you too!” he’s clearly taken aback by your words, and now you fight the heat that rises up into your cheeks because you feel as though you’ve monumentally messed things up. and yet, it sounded as though he meant the words he said back, and his eyes look just a bit more relaxed. it’s his turn to clear his throat as a way to try and break the awkward silence between the two of you. “um. kinda random, but i hope you don’t mind my asking– you know, just because we see each other every day– or almost everyday.” he pauses, his breath catching when you dare to look him in the eyes. “uh, can i ask your name? i’m seungkwan, by the way, if me telling you first makes it any less weird.”

“i– no, no!” a sigh of relief exits your lips when you realize you must not have freaked him out by your previous words. “it’s not weird at all. it’s nice to formally meet you, seungkwan! i’m y/n.”

“nice to meet you too, y/n.”

you’re afraid you've fallen for the way he says your name. and by the look in his eyes, maybe he’s fallen for the way you say his.

[cheolism]

first

✿ — seungkwan x reader ❀ — summary: you and seungkwan were new to relationships, and netiher of you felt rushed to do anything. six months in, and you both still haven't had sex. but then you start looking at his hands and thighs, and find you just can't help yourself. ✿ — wc is approx 5.8k ❀ — tags: virgin!reader x virgin!seungkwan. first times, established relationship. ✿ — warnings: reader is fem and demisexual coded. love confessions during sex. thigh-riding and humping, cumming in pants.

Seungkwan never made you feel rushed. 

The two of you walked the path of your relationship at your own pace. Mingyu said the two of you were moving slowly, too slowly, but you never felt like you were. Your relationship moved at its own pace, one comfortable to the both of you, and neither of you minded it. 

Your first kiss had been in your front hallway as he dropped you off after your first official date. He had bitten his lip, glancing between your mouth and eyes as you talked about how you had enjoyed the night. 

Then, you let your smile blossom. You stepped to him, the tip of your shoe brushing against his. “You can kiss me if you want to,” you had muttered, looking at his pretty mouth. “But know you’ll be my first, so I won’t know what to do.”

Seungkwan’s answering smile was brilliant, and he slowly reached up to cup your face. His hands were large, encompassing your cheeks. He lowered his face, nose brushing yours. “Is it bad that makes me happy? Knowing I’ll be your first kiss?”

Your hands made their way into his shirt, curling into the fabric and tugging. You pushed up, letting your lips brush against his in answer. 

During a truth and dare session that followed after your first kiss, Mingyu, who made it his business to know your business, asked you when your first kiss was. When you had answered honestly, that it was only a few weeks before and with Seungkwan, Mingyu had gasped, as if it was rare for someone your age to have gone all this time without kissing. 

But, remembering how Seungkwan’s lips gently moved against yours, pressing and giving and guiding, you couldn’t be bothered to be offended. Not when you knew how precious your first kiss had been; not when you had shared it with Boo Seungkwan. 

Despite Seungkwan’s experience in kissing, which he assured you was hardly any, the relationship between the two of you brought a lot of new experiences for the both of you. Neither of you had really dated before one another, finding a different sort of loneliness in your young adulthood that your friends never seemed to share. 

“I’ve never brought someone to meet my grandma,” Seungkwan admitted as you parked outside his grandma’s home. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone in a theater before,” Seungkwan confessed as you pulled away from where you had leaned across the seat.

“No one’s ever called me that before,” Seungkwan admitted as you mouthed against his neck one evening, a breathy darling leaving your lips. 

“I’ve never spent Valentines with a partner,” He had laughed as the two of you were rejected from the restaurant, which was filled to the brim with couples who had the same idea as you for the Valentines evening. 

“I’ve never had sex before,” He had blurted during the evening of your fourth-month anniversary. You blinked from across the kitchen island at him, holding the saucepan in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other as you were preparing his pasta plate. “Just -- just in case you’re wanting . . .”

“Well, I’m not in a rush if you’re not.”

And so it was just another thing the two of you had decided to breach when the moment came. You didn’t want to plan for it; didn’t want to force the moment. It would happen when it did, and the best either of you could do was prepare for when it did happen. 

Not that you didn’t want to. 

Sometimes you looked at Seungkwan and couldn’t help but feel a need, a desperation, that was entirely foreign. One that had you battling the urge to grab him from where he stood talking to Seokmin, laughing and brushing back his stray bangs that had managed to escape his pushed-back hair, pulling him away from his friend and into the car for some privacy. 

One horrifying time it had happened when he was cooing at a baby. He was reaching out, fingers brushing against the infant’s soft cheek, complimenting her on how sweet she was. Seungkwan’s lips were curling, obviously endeared by the baby, eyes soft and gentle and filled with a sort of adoration that reminded you of how he looked at you.

You were absolutely appalled at your urge to whisk him away from the baby and jump him, to press your hands underneath his shirt and feel his stomach flex as you pressed desperate kisses to his neck and collar. 

Seungkwan was turning you into some sort of degenerate. Some wanton, promiscuous, shameless, licentious creature that woke up with soaked underwear and the image of Seungkwan’s bare thighs still at the forefront of your mind.

Even now, sitting next to Seungkwan and watching a movie, those salacious thoughts sent wetness gushing from your pussy and had you shifting in your seat, fighting to keep your cool.

It wasn’t as if the two of you were watching anything pornographic. It was some movie Seungcheol had suggested, one with too many fights and villains and not enough plot or good writing. You had attempted to watch it, of course you had. Date night, whether it was sitting on your couch and watching a movie or walking alongside the river, hand in hand, was something that never failed to brighten your day and put a smile on your face. 

But after another cliche, misogynistic comment by the red-headed love interest who served as nothing more than a plot device, you rolled your eyes and chanced a look at Seungkwan. Seungkwan didn’t like action movies, had gotten bored watching the Dark Night and would much rather see a good romance (your first “argument” had been over whether Love, Actually, was actually any good and how only two aspects of the movie didn’t salvage the entire thing from being bad). 

The romance between the lead and the love interest was enough to keep Seungkwan keyed in on the movie. He watched with wide eyes as the red head pressed a kiss to the lead’s lips before rushing away, ashamed at her bravery. 

Your Boo Seungkwan was so fucking cute, you couldn’t help but think. There was a blush on his cheeks and on his ears as he watched the lead run after the red head and sweep her up into a classic Hollywood-style kiss. He watched eagerly, practically drinking the scene up. 

Then he licked his lips and it was game over for you. 

Seungkwan’s mouth, which you had stared at far too often, was small and pouty and constantly tempting. A day without kissing Seungkwan was a day wasted, in your opinion. 

His hair was slightly wavy from the shower he took before coming over, brown bangs brushing against the edges of his eyes, where his lower and upper lids kissed. It had grown longer in the months the two of you had been dating, and you never ever dared complain. 

From his hair your gaze went to his ears. There was your favorite place to kiss besides his lips (and neck and collar and shoulder and the spot where his neck and collar met, and his --). Three beauty marks, perfectly spaced, practically begging for the brush of your lips. 

Movement brought your eyes from his ears. Seungkwan’s eyes were still trained on the movie, but he had begun pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie. His forearms flexed, veins appearing, and you were transfixed as you watched his hands, his impossibly beautiful and elegant hands, slid up his forearms to push up his sleeves. His fingers were long and smooth, the veins of his hands prominent. 

What did it say about you, you wondered, that you had dreams of those hands. That you had dreamt before about his hands running up your thighs, fingers skimming the hem of your shorts; his fingers pressing against the wet spot in your underwear, the tips of his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your underwear; the pads of his fingers brushing against your clit. 

Fuck. 

Your heart in your throat, you shifted against the couch. The insides of your thighs brushed against your underwear, the cold wetness that soaked it shocking you. 

“This is a good movie,” Seungkwan said, bringing your attention from where his hands had settled on his thighs. “I really like the romance in it.”

You glanced at the screen. The lead was verbally fighting his mentor in a moment that would, surely, lead to a horrific death scene from the mentor where the lead was choking out apologies. “Yeah. I can see why Seungcheol liked it.”

Seungkwan hummed. Your eyes went back to his thighs. 

His thighs. Seungkwan opted for wearing shorts more often than not, and everytime you were gifted with the sight of his smooth, tanned skin you wanted to fall to your knees. His thighs were meaty from hours filled with cardio, and you constantly wanted to dig your fingers into the flesh and feel. 

You wanted to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his thighs in worship; suck them, nibble at them, listen to Seungkwan’s breathy whines as you teased him. You wanted to feel them squeeze around your shoulders as you took his cock into your mouth, wanted to feel them beneath your own thighs as you bounced on his cock. 

You could feel the wetness that trickled from your pussy, could the slide of it. Your pussy clenched around nothing in desperation. Shame flooded through you, and you took a heavy breath, feeling as though you hadn’t been breathing all this time. 

Thighs clenching, you threw one over the other and squeezed in an attempt to quench your thirst. 

All it did, however, was get Seungkwan’s attention. Your boyfriend glanced at you, head tilted. “You okay?”

You smiled at him, reaching out and setting your hand on his and squeezing. “Yeah. Just getting hungry is all.”

“We can order something now, if you want,” Seungkwan offered. “I can pause the movie.”

You laughed breathlessly, leaning against him and burrowing your face into his shoulder. Seungkwan smelled good, as he always did. Like laundry softener and lavender, cotton sheets and freshness. 

“We can order after.” You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “It’s not so bad.”

Seungkwan angled his head to press an awkward kiss to your hair. Then he went back to watching the movie. 

The hunger in your stomach was nothing compared to the hunger, lust, you felt for him. 

You licked your lips, eyeing the full curve of his cheeks and the hardness of his jaw. Like a parched man offered a cup of water, you desperately drank him in. The stretch of his neck, unmarked; the beauty marks near his ear; the angle of his fingers as he reached up and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, how they softly settled back on his thighs. 

Seungkwan’s navy blue shorts had ridden up, revealing the meatiness of his thighs that had you swallowing nothing, pussy clenching around nothing. 

You wanted your mouth on those thighs, wanting your hands on them. You wanted to be sat on them, pussy grinding down, clit dragging against his bare skin and riding them. 

Slowly, without drawing his attention from the movie, your hand went to his thigh. Seungkwan’s hand went to yours, fingers lacing together instinctively, and you wanted to curse at your boyfriend’s innocence while you were suffering. 

You took your time unwinding your hand from his. First you started with your thumb brushing gently against his warm skin. Then you shifted your hands so only your middle three fingers were tangled with his, your pinky laying against his thigh and thumb constantly kissing his skin. 

Seungkwan huffed when you fully separated your hands, turning to you with a pout. “Why aren’t you holding my hand, Y/n?”

You chuckled at his whine, peering up at him. Your heart was full of adoration for the boy next to you, and you wondered if your eyes were dripping honey from how sweet he made you feel. 

How ironic it was that Seungkwan had your heart feeling as if it would burst out sunshine while also making your pussy constantly gushed wetness. 

“What a baby,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Why don’t you put your arm around me so we can cuddle, baby?”

Seungkwan huffed, still looking offended. But he did as you suggested, his arm going around your shoulders and hugging you to his side. His warmth melted into you, and the position leaning into him, one of your thighs over the other, allowing you to frantically squeeze in a foolish attempt to ease the throbbing of your pussy. 

However, this position allowed you to do something important. 

With his hand brushing against your shoulder, it gave you free reign over his thigh. You settled your hand on his thigh, face towards the television in an attempt to make it seem mindless. His thigh flexed against your hand before relaxing, and you squeezed in response. 

The two of you sat for a handful of moments, Seungkwan content while your fingers brushed against his thighs. He was deeply immersed in the movie still, watching as the mentor was killed by the villian. 

Your hand shifted, sliding up his thigh and stopping where his shorts had ridden up. You tapped your forefinger against his flesh, trying to keep up the relaxed appearance. 

You wanted to suffocate between his thighs. Wanting to take them into your mouth and suck and bite, wanting to pinch and listen to his cries as you swallowed around his cock and knead them. Wanted to hold onto them as you dragged your throat down his cock, his length bringing tears to your eyes as you swallowed his cock back down and took it deep. 

Your pussy gushed again. You couldn’t salvage your underwear, no way. 

Maybe you could take them off and leave them somewhere he could see, you wondered. You imagined him taking notice of your underwear, imagined the red blush that would take over his face. Imagined him bending down, hesitant as he reached to grab them. Imagined him feeling the wet spot left by your pussy; him slowly bringing your underwear up and to his nose, smelling the fragrance of your cunt. 

Fuck, fuck. 

Your hand moved again, sliding underneath his shorts and towards his inner thigh. You still fought to look at the television. 

Seungkwan sucked in a breath from beside you. He snapped his head towards you as you squeezed the fat of his thigh, your name leaving his lips in something crossed between a warning and a sigh. 

You glanced at him, brows furrowed in false confusion. “Something wrong, darling?”

He stared at you for a moment more. You waited for him to admonish you, for him to ask you to remove your hand; for him to draw the line. You’d stop, of course, would retract your hand and press a kiss to his cheek in apology. 

But he did none of those things. Instead Seungkwan pressed his lips together, narrowed his eyes at you, and then went back to watching the movie. 

Grinning and feeling like the cat that got the canary, your hand sunk further into his shorts. Seungkwan took a long, shuddering breath as your fingers brushed against the edge of his underwear. You played with the edge, smoothing your fingers over and under it, nails brushing against his skin. 

“How’s the movie, baby?”

Seungkwan tightened his jaw. “Good.”

“It’s good?” You responded, biting at your lip to suppress your grin and doing a bad job of it. Seungkwan nodded. 

You shifted, turning on your side and rising. His eyes immediately snapped to you. “Keep watching the movie, baby. You said it was good.”

“What are you --”

“Don’t pay me any attention,” you said. When Seungkwan didn’t look away from you, your free hand went to his jaw. You softly nudged his face with your fingers, turning it from you and to the television. “That’s a good boy.”

The answering inhale from Seungkwan had your pussy clenching once more. You hummed, moving to your knees. You pressed your face into his neck, nose pressing against his warm skin, lips ghosting. Your hand pressed up the fabric of his shorts, bearing his thigh, before it settled over the bulge pressing against his underwear. 

Seungkwan let out another shaky breath, his eyebrows furrowing. The arm that was around you moved, clutching at your shirt. 

You kissed his neck, keeping your hand still. “You good?”

He hummed, a slightly shrill noise. 

“Shall I keep going?”

You could feel his answering nod against your head. “I need words, babe.”

“Please,” he begged, voice breathy and the hand in your shirt repositioning to grab more of it and clench. A blush high onto his cheeks. 

You pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his skin. Slowly, gently, you began moving your hand against his clothed dick. Your hand moved in a constant soothing motion, rubbing. “You might have to tell me what to do, baby.”

“Touch --” Seungkwan cleared his throat. You kissed his neck again, though this was unlike any of the innocent kisses you had been laying. You kissed his neck as if you were kissing his mouth, lips rolling against his skin. “Touch me, please.”

“I am,” you reminded him. You pressed your heel down on his bulge in proof. 

Seungkwan moved his face towards you. His face was still flushed, his brows still furrowed and lips still pouting. His dark eyes were wide, pupils large. “Please.”

You pulled away from him in response. He made a protesting noise, moving to reach for you and pull you back. You moved farther away from him, hands meeting his and stopping him. “Take off your hoodie, Seungkwan.”

He compiled, making quick work of his baby blue hoodie and throwing it to the floor. Seungkwan’s shoulders had broadened due to his hard work at the gym, and the muscle on his biceps were impressive. 

You drank him in eagerly. His chest wasn’t as tanned as the rest of him, but it still had you practically drooling. Working out had given definition to his chest, had given weight to his pecs. You wondered what they would feel like in your hands, what they would look like decorated with red and purple bruises left by your mouth.

His breathless whine of your name brought you out of your imagination. You stood from the couch, hands going to the waist of your pants. “This okay, Kwannie?”

At his answering nod, you were shoving your pants down to your ankles. You kicked them off, ignoring Seungkwan’s shocked inhale, and then were climbing on top of him. 

Your hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back and flush against the couch. You straddled one of his thighs, knees on either side with one brushing against his bulge. His hands went to your shirt, yours smoothing down his biceps and squeezing the muscle. “Tell me if you’re nervous. Okay?”

Seungkwan laughed breathlessly. “Of course I’m nervous. I’m about to lose my virginity to the love of my life.”

Your eyes widened, and his immediately followed suit. Both of you froze against one another, hands still, breaths suspended. 

Then your heart swelled, feeling as though someone had filled it with sun. You laughed breathlessly, hands sliding up his biceps and shoulders to cradle his neck. Pressing close, you brought your mouth to his and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

“And the love of my life is a massive dork,” you said, nose pressing against his cheek. 

His mouth sought yours in answer, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. Your hands moved to his hair, fingers sinking into the strands and tugging. His tongue went to the seam of your lips and you opened them easily, tongue sliding against his. 

Seungkwan’s hands began wandering, moving from your shirt to the hem. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, pressing against the base of your spine. Seungkwan broke away from the kiss, his mouth smeared with spit. “This okay?”

“It’s okay,” you returned, taking his lower lip between your lips and sucking. Seungkwan moaned, a deep sound that seemed so at odds with your lovely boy. 

His hands went up your back, nails scraping against your skin. Your mouth wandered from his, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chin and underneath it. One of your hands moved from his hair, ghosting over his chest. You felt his stomach jump underneath your fingers as you pressed your palm there. “Okay?”

Seungkwan nodded. You took pity on him and didn’t ask again. Your mouth skimmed his neck before attaching to the part where it met his shoulder, taking the skin between your teeth and before sucking. His chest moved against yours as he sucked in a deep breath. 

Then you settled your hand over his bulge, squeezing through his shorts. Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, his neck straining as he tossed his head back. 

You began marking in earnest in response to his moans and groans, hand smoothing over his dick, rubbing it through the fabric. His nails began to dig into the skin of your back, scraping and pinching.

Soon enough Seungkwan began panting, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. You shifted, sucking another hickey onto his collar, before pulling away. “Hold onto me. Okay, baby?”

Seungkwan’s hands moved from your back to your hips, holding as you asked. You sat back, separating your torso from his and taking a good look at your boyfriend. His blush not only was on his cheeks but spread down his neck, the flush joining the red blossoms left by your mouth in painting a picture of a debauched man. 

His thigh flexed beneath you. Taking the opportunity, you grinded down. Your pussy dragged against his thigh, creating a faint spark of friction that sent another gush of fluid. 

Seungkwan gasped, mouth dropping open and head tipping. “Fuck,” he hissed, brows meeting. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet.”

You laughed, grinding down again. His hands gripped at your hips, nails digging in. You took care to ensure your clit dragged down, the movement making your mouth go ajar and hips cock forward once more in an attempt to feel the relief once more.

“Can you,” Seungkwan began, his voice deep and dark and sending another gush of wetness out of your pussy and further soaking your underwear. Seungkwan let out a little moan at feeling the wetness taint your underwear, soaking his bare thighs. “Can you cum? Just from that?”

“I don’t know,” you honestly replied. “I feel like I could.”

Then your hands were back on him, going to his waistband. You used one hand to pry open his shorts and underwear, holding it open for your other hand to slide down his pelvis, feeling the little curls of the hair there brush against your palm. 

When your fingers brushed against the base of his dick, you couldn’t help but pause. Your eyes went up to his, unsure. Seungkwan’s hands squeezed your hips. “You don’t have to. We can -- we can stop.”

You shook your head. You moved your hand, skin gliding against his dick. It felt impossibly big and heavy in your hand. Seungkwan shivered, eyes fluttering shut and head going back to rest against the couch. 

More curious than anything, you moved your hand over his dick, exploring. You mapped the veins of it, following them down to the head. You pushed your thumb against the head, wetness from it spurting out onto your hand. 

Seungkwan let out a weak exhale. “We -- usually I use lube or something. It. It makes it easier.”

You retracted your hand from his pants. You offered it to him, palm out. Seungkwan closed his eyes, inhaling. Then he leaned forward, tongue poking out from his mouth. He began running his tongue over your hand, spreading his spit. 

Absent-mindedly you began rocking your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh once more. His tongue ran over your palm and fingers, coating it in his spit. You thought about his tongue on your wrist, your shoulder; then your breast, dragging down your stomach and to your pussy. 

You leaned forward against his thigh, bearing down on him and grinding down aggressively. You lowered your head, hair falling and framing your face. One of Seungkwan’s hands left your hips, moving to grab the wrist of the hand he had been licking -- licking!!!! 

Seungkwan tugged. You looked up. “Here. Get off for a moment.”

You did as he asked, stumbling. Seungkwan raised his hips off the couch, pulling down his shorts and letting them drop beside the couch. Then he shimmied away, moving so he was laying down the length of the couch. He looked embarrassed, laying there, nearly entirely bare for your eyes. 

“Get on me,” Seungkwan said, though it sounded more like a question than anything. “Straddle my -- my --” 

His face was a brilliant shade of red, and he turned away from you to look at the ceiling. Once Seungkwan wasn’t looking at you he was able to speak. “Straddle my dick and grind down on it.”

Never one to object from a good idea, you slowly made your way on top of Seungkwan. Your knees dug into the couch on either side of his hips, and when you positioned yourself so your pussy was directly over his clothed dick, the both of you let out matching moans. 

His hands went to your hips again. Seungkwan slowly began guiding you into a gentle rocking motion, letting your pussy guide up and down his bulge, letting you grind down on him and use his length. 

You leaned forward, hands bracing on his chest. His loud pants and broken moans filled your ears, clouding your brain. You dragged your pussy down his length and back up it, using it like you would your own hand. Each drag was delicious, had you shoving yourself back down and searching for more friction, for more press. 

“Wait,” Seungkwan panted. You looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “I’ll -- I think I’ll come from this.”

“Just from this?” You asked, brow furrowed. You grinded down on him and Seungkwan let out a loud groan in response, eyes fluttering and tipping his head back. 

Delighted, you kept on moving on top of Seungkwan, watching him. Your boyfriend was always so expressive. You knew when he was mad, irritated, when he was happy or amused. Watching him now, brows furrowed, face red and mouth parted with sweet moans escaping his lips, you had another face to add to your mental catalogue.

Then his jaw dropped; his grip on your hips tightened and his hips were bucking up, a loud, low moan ripping from his mouth. You watched, amazed, as Seungkwan thrusted up into you twice more before his voice broke off. 

He stilled beneath you, going lax. Seungkwan’s chest heaved, and his hands left your hips to hide his face. He let out a high little whine. “I can’t believe I did that.”

You shifted up his body, reaching for his hands and prying them away from his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lower lip. “I’m fine. Just have to live with the knowledge that I came in my pants the first time I ever had sex for the rest of my life.”

You laughed, leaning down and kissing his pout. “It’s okay,” you giggled, kissing his mouth twice more before moving to kiss his cheeks. “It’s cute.”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes at you. His hands returned to your body, and then he was moving you off of him. You went easily, letting Seungkwan guide you to lay against the other end of the couch. “What’s up, babe?”

“Your turn,” Seungkwan announced, determination heavy on his tongue. He grabbed two pillows that had fallen off the couch. Seungkwan settled one beneath your head; his fingers ran down over your shirt before he found your hips, lifting them up to settle the other pillow. “This good?”

You hummed, shaking your hips. “Comfy as can be!”

Seungkwan huffed. Then his fingers -- his long, beautiful fingers that you dreamt of -- were pulling down at your underwear. You lifted your hips off the pillow so he could guide them down your legs. Seungkwan dropped them beside the couch, and you watched, tongue flicking out to run over your lips in anticipation, as his hands went to your ankles. 

For a moment he just stared at you. Like you were a piece of art, a Mona Lisa amongst masterpieces, an angel amongst humans. His dark eyes took in your wild hair, the heaving of your chest; where your shirt had ridden up, revealing the soft curve of your stomach, the hair surrounding your pussy. 

“Tell me when to stop.” Seungkwan said. His hands ran along your legs as he spread them out, making room to be between them. Goosebumps raised along the trail his fingers left behind. 

Your pussy gushed in anticipation. Your heart seemed to stop, and you know for a fact your brain did. His fingers hovered over your thighs, ghosting your skin. 

Then his hands were on your pussy. One of his hands held it open, fingers splayed around your lips. His other hand went to your clit, thumb attaching itself to it. Immediately you gasped, hips bearing down in an attempt to seek more.

Seungkwan laughed breathlessly, watching. His thumb pressed down on your clit, offering itself. “God. You really are soaked. I didn’t realize you could get so wet.”

You furrowed your brow. One of your hands gripped at the cushion beneath you, the other moving to grip at the cushion pressed against your side. You continued grinding down on his thumb, feeling the friction mount within your gut. 

Seungkwan continued talking all the while, eyes still watching your pussy. As he talked he maneuvered his hand, fingers brushing against your entrance. “I knew pussies --” Another wave of wetness escaped from your pussy after that word, that crude, horrid, delightful word, left his lips. “-- got wet. But fuck. Your underwear was drenched, baby. And your pussy? It’s soaking. If I put my mouth down there I’d fucking drown, I think.”

The image of Seungkwan’s head between your thighs, mouth attaching itself to your pussy and clit, sent a moan from your lips. His fingers continued moving, one of them dipping into your entrance. “It’s like. It’s like your pussy is begging me to put something in.”

“Please,” You whispered, hips bucking into his hold. “Please, Kwannie.”

Then two of his fingers were dipping inside you. If he tried to move slowly, it was to no avail; your pussy greedily sucked him in, squeezing around his digits as if they were his dick instead. 

You gasped, feeling as his fingers, which had a better angle than yours ever did, stretched your walls. He didn’t move them much, shifting every few seconds. His thumb continued to work against your clit, however, and you felt something tightening in your gut, as if someone was pulling a string taut. 

“Fuck,” Seungkwan breathed, “fuck you’re beautiful.”

And then the string was cut, and your orgasm washed over you in wave after wave. Seungkwan kept pressing his thumb against your clit, his fingers inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body tightened and released, and as it released you felt as if every single worry you ever had about anything left with the tension. 

Slowly, as to not harm you, Seungkwan removed his fingers. You let out a soft little whine as he did, eyes opening just enough to watch him. He held his hand up, splaying out his fingers. Your fluids glistened in the light, strings of it connecting his fingers. 

You forced your eyes shut. Seungkwan shifted off the couch. For a moment there was quiet. 

“Uh. I didn’t bring another pair of underwear.”

You looked at him. He had your discarded pants in one hand, the other hand burrowed into the fabric -- no doubt getting your fluids off of his hand. You looked over his body, taking in the muscles of his thighs and calves and arms. The golden skin, the beauty marks and moles that decorated him. 

You wanted to press him to the bed and kiss each and every single mark.

For another time, you decided. Instead you slowly moved into a sitting position, kicking out the pillow from beneath your hips. “I’ll have to throw them into the wash. I think I have something that’ll fit you.”

“It’ll take all night to get clean,” Seungkwan mumbled, pouting. 

You grinned, opening your arms. Seungkwan dropped your pants and went to you, sliding his arms around your shoulders and yours going around his middle. You pressed a kiss to his stomach, enjoying the feel of it against your cheek. 

“Then you’ll just have to stay the night.”

Seungkwan sighed. “I guess.”

You mocked him, screwing up your face and peering at him. “How horrible of me to offer for my boyfriend, who took my first kiss and my virginity, to spend the night. Should’ve kicked you out as soon as I finished.”

“Please,” Seungkwan said, rolling his eyes. “You were so wowed by my performance you couldn’t even move.”

You burrowed your face back into his stomach. “Whatever you say, princess. I’ll throw the clothes into the wash, you order our food? And we can just eat in bed and cuddle?”

Seungkwan hummed, fingers running along your shoulders. His hands settled on either side of your head, moving your face from his stomach. You pouted up at him. “I mean, I guess that’ll be all right. I suppose you want Mexican.”

You nodded, lips parting in a wide smile. Seungkwan laughed, and then he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll have to start the movie over again.”

“What movie?”

Seungkwan paused, pulling away to look down at you. “Uh. The movie Seungcheol recommended?”

“Oh,” you said. “Okay. So. Here’s the thing. That movie fucking sucks.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened. “But -- the romance! The chemistry between the mains! You can’t tell me that you don’t see it!”

You stood. The wetness between your thighs had begun to stick, and you couldn’t help but wince. “Yeah, no. We’re not watching it.”

“But --” Seungkwan pouted, sticking out his lips and widening his eyes. It was his classic puppy-eyed look, the one that had you handing everything to him on a silver platter. “But baby! If you love me like you said you do, you’ll replay the movie and watch it with me!”

Sighing, you went to him. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, rising to your heels and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do love you, Boo Seungkwan. So much.

“But I don’t love you that much.”

[itssunshinetoday]

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[yeoosaangg]

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✎… OT13

01. NOTHING YET

✎… CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

01. NOTHING YET

✎… YOON JEONGHAN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… JOSHUA HONG

01. NOTHING YET

✎… WEN JUNHUI

01. NOTHING YET

✎… KWON SOONYOUNG

01. NOTHING YET

✎… JEON WONWOO

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE JIHOON

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE SEOKMIN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… KIM MINGYU

01. NOTHING YET

✎… XU MINGHAO

01. NOTHING YET

✎… BOO SEUNGKWAN

01. NOTHING YET

✎… VERNON CHWE

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE CHAN

01. NOTHING YET

[linosbundles]

in the heat || mingyu x oc

Pairing : mingyu x oc (sukee) {can also be read as a y/n fic}

Genres : fluff, angst, slight suggestiveness

Word count : 4.4k {4435 words}

warnings : mentions of food, slowburn, slight suggestiveness, but no smut, gyu is irresistible and you could get extremely delulu so read at your own risk !!

Summary : you're waiting for vernon to bring takeout from your favourite restaurant because it was cheat day, but instead he returned with your favourite cook : mingyu every time you tried to even prepare yourself to talk to him, you got lost in your train of thoughts that were always about how beautiful he was and how sweet he was (according to what you heard from bonon) you would just imagine how great you guys would be together and by the time you actually think of approaching him, he's already gone back. well not this time, because he won't be going back, at least not for a few nights.

“Have you showered yet?” Vernon asked, as Sukee could hear his breath along with his voice. She replied, “why are you breathing so heavily, and yes, I just showered, why?” Still breathing heavily, he said, “well, I’m climbing stairs, just passed the 5th floor, 6 more to go. And you might want to put on some clothes, more than just your bath robe, you know?” he whispered the last sentence. She wondered why for a second and then realised what was going on. She cut the call immediately and rushed to get ready. They had 6 floors to go, which meant she had approximately 6-7 minutes to get ready. Why they were climbing the stairs instead of taking the elevator was something she couldn’t give her mind to right now, she had to be ready in 5 minutes, not just ready, she wanted to be at her best.

She ran to get the door when Vernon rang the bell, leaving her just as breathless as were they. “Hi?” Sukee said to the both of them. Vernon just walked past his sister muttering the same word again and again, which sounded like ‘shorter’ but with context she could figure out he meant water so she went to get him some water right after Mingyu greeted her with a wide smile and a small wave.

After the guys caught their breath and had a glass of water each, she finally asked, “Now why would you climb 11 flights of stairs instead of just taking the elevator?” To which Vernon tried to hold his laughter, while Mingyu glared at him, which only made him burst into laughter. Since he couldn’t stop laughing, Sukee just looked at Mingyu hoping he would answer, thankfully he did understand her non-verbal cue and spoke. “He is so wily. I can’t believe I fell into another one of his traps. He made me believe that people normally can’t climb stairs after the 10th flight and that’s why there’s no stairs further than that. And I argued that that’s not true, and they probably have a different reason for not having stairs above 10th floor. Since I always used the elevator, I even believed the first half of what he said, but he kept trying to convince me which made me want to prove him wrong, and that is why…” he pointed at Vernon who was only laughing harder listening to his best friend narrate. “And only after reaching the 10th floor and seeing the staircase that led to the next floor did I realise that I was actually tricked.”

She couldn’t help but laugh too but as soon as she realised that Vernon hadn’t brought anything from her favourite restaurant as he promised, you were puzzled.  “Hey, how come you didn’t bring me any food when that was why you went out in the first place?”

Vernon put his arm around Mingyu’s shoulder and said, “I thought I could bring home your favourite chef instead of just your favourite food.” Mingyu tilted his head, “I am her favourite chef?” Vernon just nodded because his sister was looking at him with eyes that said, “if you dare speak more, I’ll rip your intestines and feed them to some animals.” Mingyu, unaware of that, just blushed at the thought of being her favourite, even if it was just as a chef.

Vernon who noticed that, smirked while she was still giving him that glare. Mingyu, on the other hand, was too busy admiring the way Sukee’s hair fell behind her shoulders, all the way till her waist, the way half of her collarbones peeped out of her boat neck top, the tiny studs that she wore on her ears, and also looked at the new addition to her accessory collection; her new nosepin. Oh, what that did to him, she could never imagine. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard her sweet voice slide into his ears like music.

“Okay, so what are we doing for lunch though?” she ask, with her hands on her tummy.

The way she pouted with her hands on her tummy as she asked drew a smile on his face. “I’m cooking for us, today and till the end of next week.”

“That’s what I was about to tell you, before you started threatening me with your eyes. He’s going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks because he’s moving but is homeless right now. His house doesn’t get ready till the end of next week.”

That was hard for her to digest. To live under the same roof as her crush, the Mingyu, that was one task she would say. First of all, she would have to talk to him, second of all, she would have to do that without letting him in on her huge crush, third of all, she would have to stop herself from throwing herself at him. Now wasn’t that tough?

“Alright, is he sharing your room or are we clearing the study?” she asked, trying to keep her composure.

“I’m fine even with sleeping on the couch, you guys needn’t change anything for me, I’m only here for a couple of weeks.” Mingyu said in the sweetest voice with his cute puppy eyes that his best friend’s sister found so irresistible.

Vernon side eyed Mingyu, “You’re staying here for a couple of weeks, and as the good hosts we are, we’re going to make you the most comfortable we can, so stop trying to adjust and just make yourself feel home. Who knows, you might want to get used to living with other people already.”

There was a hint of panic on Mingyu’s face, but he didn’t say anything and just shrugged.

“Help me clear the study while I go help Gyu bring his stuff, will you Sukee?” Vernon asked. If it was someone else, his sister would’ve been annoyed, but she wasn’t, because things were always different when it came to “her Gyu”.

It had been a couple of days but she had yet to have spoken more than a few basic words to him. It was mostly just, “Pass me the water” or “excuse me” or “where’s this/that” or “oh it’s here.”

That was improvement too for her, but she had to try to talk to him for things to not be too awkward between them for as long as he was there. And since Vernon couldn’t stand by and watch his sister and his best friend waste their opportunity, he called for a movie marathon. Of course, Vernon was in charge of preparing the movie list. Mingyu was in charge of the snacks and Sukee was in charge of the drinks. And once again, he stepped his game up by sending them both shopping together.

The car ride was silent, but what was new? Well, Sukee caught him stealing glances at her through the rear view mirror a couple of times, which flustered her but also made her wonder why, so she decided to ask. “Do you have something to tell or ask me?”

“Why do you sound so formal, are you here for an interrogation or something???” She beat herself up in her mind.

Mingyu cleared his throat. “Beautiful.” He said that in such a small voice that she couldn’t even tell if he had spoken or not, if not for catching his lip movement. “Pardon?” She asked hoping he would be audible this time.

He fixed his eyes onto the road and said, “You’re beautiful is what I said.” Refusing to look at her, he couldn’t believe what he had just said. The first ever proper sentence he said to his crush was that. What would she think of him? Some fuckboy flirting around just to sleep with her? He wasn’t thinking that way baselessly, it was true that many mistook him for such a person when he just genuinely complimented people when he felt like they deserved it.

“Thank you. You are beautiful too.” She barely managed to pull words out of her mouth as she was already imagining her future with him.

“Get a hold of the reality Sukee, that was one compliment, that’s all. Don’t get all delulu!!”

Once they both were done shopping, Mingyu carried the heavy bags leaving “his pretty girl” to only carry the bag that had his tissues, glasses and his shaving kit. Vernon let them in as soon as he heard his little sister knock with her elbow, well aware that they couldn’t possibly be able to fetch their keys and get the door themselves while carrying all the shopping bags.

Each of them got working to set up the screen, food and beverages. After they all finally settled down, Vernon started playing the first movie. They all watch so intently, as if they were all one of those characters and that was her life story.

By the first quarter of the second movie, Vernon got up saying his boyfriend had an emergency. Everyone knew Seungkwan was just dramatic like that and his emergencies could easily just be “lack of cuddles” or “how could I possible not fall asleep in my boyfriend’s arms” but Vernon still ran to him at each call, which was kind of cute. And well, there was no harm in that, he lived only a couple of apartments away.

“I have to go to Kwannie right now, but you guys are going to stay up and finish the rest of the movies too!” He signalled them that he had his eyes on them and rushed to the door after grabbing his jacket.

Sukee looked at Mingyu. He held her gaze and she stayed like that for a minute or so, oblivious to the movie playing in the background. But a loud noise from the movie brought back her attention to it, or at least their gazes. Because they were definitely looking at the movie on the screen, but neither of them was thinking about that for a few minutes. Then slowly they were paying attention to the movie again.

Around the middle of the third movie, almost all the snacks were gone except for a bowl of nachos and 3 cans of soda. Both of them had to scoot closer to reach the bowl. The moment her shoulder came in contact with his arm, she was intoxicated, and so was he. But both of them tried their best not to show it.

The close proximity didn’t allow either of them to focus on the movie. She was too tired to even keep her eyes open, they were just forced to stay open because of the person beside her. She was no longer shy and filled with thoughts about her future with him, she was completely in the present, just thinking about him sitting next to her. That was good, that made her feel like that was probably the moment where she had to start talking to him.

She paused the movie and turned to sit facing him. He shifted to a position mirroring her and looked at her as if he was expecting her to do something.

“So where are you moving to?” Sukee asked, her voice giving her sleepiness away.

“You will be surprised if you know that actually. I’m moving in to this place, the empty apartment right across this one.” He said pointing down, indicating her apartment.

“Oh, we’re going to be neighbours? Might as well break the ice and get to know you better then!”

He couldn’t stop smiling because this was the most that she had ever spoken to him and she had never seemed so excited. Maybe it was the night, maybe it was the tired, maybe it was the sugar, Mingyu had no idea which one of those it was but she looked prettier than ever, he could see stars in her eyes. But he soon realised that he had to reply.

“Yes, that would be great. Where shall we start?” He asked, trying to sound as confident as possible in hopes of hiding his nervousness. Right then, a few strands of her hair fell over her face. Mingyu couldn’t bear the hair covering her visuals, so he reached out to fix her hair. His heart wasn’t helping him, already, but his best friend’s little sister just had to make it worse. She just had to hold his hand. She kept his hand in hers as she asked her first question.

“Let’s skip the obvious, because we do know each other through Vernon. Let’s talk about things he wouldn’t have shared with us, personal stuff.” She shifted a little to adjust her legs but she still didn’t let go of his hand. After a while actually, Sukee even held his other hand too.

Dwelling deep into both of their pasts and getting to know each other well, her crush only became bigger and bigger. He was no good either, he kept falling deeper and deeper for her the more she revealed about herself. The way they both understood each other was new to them. It was as if no one else could ever understand them the way they understood each other.

Vernon was welcomed home by the picture of her and Mingyu all cuddled up on the couch, sleeping against each other. He smiled and tiptoed to not wake them up.

“Darling, you left your phone back at my place!!” Seungkwan entered, screaming at the top of his lungs, waking vernon’s sister and his best friend up. Both of them were so confused to find themselves in such close proximity, not to mention that their bodies were stuck to each other like they had been glued together. Vernon was looking at Seungkwan with an upset face. “Did I do something wrong hun?” He asked, to which Vernon replied, “I wanted to click a picture of them like that.” Seungkwan stood there with an “oops” written all over his face. Both of them break the connection and immediately headed to each other’s rooms and got refreshed for the day.

A few days passed by, both of them slowly became friends. Vernon joked about them being cute together all the time, just to see both of them act all flustered and speechless. But they had really bonded and she didn’t want him to leave even if it was just right across the hall.

She was making breakfast for herself, that was a rare sight. But it was Saturday and she had a lot of time for herself. She liked to keep it simple so she just went for omelette, toast and some smoothie. While she was switching on the frying pan for the omelette, she felt someone creep their hands around her waist. She almost dropped the bowl of beaten egg but she froze when she felt a chin rest on her shoulder.

“Let’s stay like this for a moment.” Sukee heard Gyu’s raspy morning voice. She had no idea what was going on and why. She was going insane while he was there resting his head on your shoulder and back-hugging her calmly. “Is he drunk?” was all she could think of. She turned off the pan and waited for him to pull himself away from her so that she could cook with full focus.

In about 5 minutes, he detached himself and just walked back to his room as if nothing had happened. Whenever she tried to bring that incident up, he would either change the topic or act as if he didn’t know what she was talking about. He denied the happening so much that she almost started believing that she was just so delusional that she had started hallucinating. Once she was completely convinced that it had never happened, she started acting normal with him again, till he…

The four of them were drinking, talking, playing games, etc. Seungkwan kept signalling Vernon to follow him out once he left. It was so obvious that even Sukee and Mingyu caught on but Vernon didn’t notice. Seungkwan just got up, “For god’s sake!” he exclaimed and left, leaving Vernon extremely confused.

“Go after him.” Both of them said in unison. Vernon smirked at the sight of the two of them momentarily and ran to catch up with his boyfriend.

“I bet they’re making out, that’s why Kwan called Vernon out. Ah, how I wish I could do that too. Well, of course not with Vernon, but you know what I mean, right? I don’t even have to explain myself-” Sukee stopped rambling when she noticed that Mingyu stared at her intently with a wide smile plastered to his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“You wish you could do what? Make out with someone?” He asked with a smirk. It was probably the alcohol running in his blood that made him feel so confident. Without even waiting for her response, he said, “I could make that wish come true.”

He pulled her chair closer to his, such that he had one of his hands on the side of her chair and the other on air right above her thigh, looking at her face for approval. She nodded and he rested his hand on her thigh. He started leaning into her face. The closer he got, the louder she heard his breath, the hotter she felt, the sweatier her palms became, the harder it became to keep her eyes on his. Once again, he stopped, right in front of her face, his lips almost touching hers. Dangerous. Very dangerous. She wanted to lean in and kiss him. That was what she wanted to do the most. But she didn’t. Instead, she pulled away and excused herself to bed.  

Mingyu stared at her door as she slammed it shut. He kept staring for a while before he went to bed too.

She left early in the morning next day and stayed a couple of nights at Seungkwan’s. She asked Seungkwan not to ask her anything but well, he was him. “So, when are you going to tell me what happened? You seem very off, I’m pretty sure you’re crashing at mine only because something has happened and not because this is one of our extended sleepovers.”

She sighed heavily. Where would she start? With the almost kiss? With the hallucination? With her crush moving in and also becoming her soon-to-be-neighbour? With her huge crush on him ever since she met him?

She decided to spill anyway, thinking that even if Seungkwan couldn’t probably help her with it, he could at least give her an ear.

Seungkwan only promoted communication as if he was endorsed.

But was the man wrong? Nope. She couldn’t just run away like that. Either she had to go back and pretend nothing happened or if he wanted to talk about it, she had to tell him the truth. But she needed some time before she could face him, so she decided to stay at Seungkwan’s for another night.

There was a huge power cut, and this was the peak of summer. She couldn’t possibly wear the clothes that she brought along and feel comfortable, so she went up to get her clothes. And who knows? Maybe she will find some courage to just stay there.

She went in and got changed into a spaghetti strap crop top with a pair of shorts. She wished she could walk around shirtless, that was how hot it was. She ran into Mingyu as she came out of her room, he was standing there wearing a black tank top, his hair, that he was growing out was pushed to the sides of his face.

“We need to talk” he said. His eyes weren’t laid on hers, instead they were looking for a place to look at other than her chest, she didn’t notice at first because she was doing the same. “Sure.” She said and followed him to the couch.

“Could you get me some water?” His best friend’s little sister asked him in order to buy some time for preparing herself to talk. Mingyu came back with water and sat next to her, quite close, she was taken aback. Sukee drank the water. “Thank you, so what is it that you want to talk about?”

“First of all, please come back, I feel so bad that you’re staying away from your own home just because of me.” He said with those puppy eyes that made her so weak. But she was determined to stay strong. “Who said it’s because of you? You’re delusional.”

He knew he deserved that so he didn’t counter that, instead he continued. “Second of all, I’m sorry I acted as if nothing happened the day I back-hugged you. I panicked. I thought you would be disgusted. I thought you would hate me for doing that, without even asking you too. I just, I just really want you to not hate me.” She just listened carefully, seeing her nod, he continued with the confirmation that she was listening.

“Third of all, this one’s a question, why did you run away that night? If you had just said no, I would’ve known you weren’t interested. But because you ran away without saying anything, my mind wouldn’t rest, I have constantly been thinking about that night. You let me come so close to you, but didn’t let me kiss you. It’s okay if you didn’t want to, I would understand that. But it clearly looked like you wanted to but then you thought of something and backed out. Why, Sukee?”

He called your name, looking like a lost puppy but also his body covered with sweat and a sexy black top and a pair of shorts that rode up to his mid thighs. He was talking seriously, she had to focus.

“Stay strong Sukee!! Serious talk!!!” She thought to herself.

“Well…” she took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“So, I am back. I just have to bring a few more things back here. It was because of you. The day you back-hugged me and then pretended it never happened made me think that you were just toying with my feelings or that you just tried something and your really hated it so you just ran away from the truth. And then, to answer your question, I didn’t kiss you because pretending that the back hug never happened was painful enough, I couldn’t even imagine how much it would hurt to kiss someone I like and then pretend it never happened just because you didn’t like it. That’s why I didn’t kiss you and instead of talking to you I chose to run away from the truth once too. Let’s call it even.”

Mingyu patted her head and pulled her into a hug. He nuzzled his head into her neck and whispered into her ears, “Dumbo! I like you, that’s why I back-hugged you and tried to kiss you and everything. But I panicked. I thought you might think I was taking advantage of you; I didn’t even consider the possibility of you liking me back because I am Vernon’s best friend, he’s your brother and I thought you would only see me as another brother. I’m sorry I hurt you like that, will you give me a chance to show you how much I like you and that I will try my best not to hurt you and even if I did, I’ll fix it in the best way ever.”

“Are we doing speeches?” she asked as she chuckled. “I’m still shocked that you like me back. Apology accepted, I’m sorry too for hurting you by running away instead of talking to you about the kiss we almost had.” She pulled away from the hug and look into his eyes.

“Apology accepted. Now why don’t we remove that almost?” He said as he leaned in. She could feel her noses touch and his breath falling on hers. Slowly she leaned in too and kissed him. He kissed her back slowly for a while, and then it changed. It became anything but slow, it became thirsty, hungry, driven. He was almost eating her mouth. He parted his lips from hers for her to catch her breath as he trailed kisses along her cheeks to her jawline, to her neck.

Leaving a couple of hickeys on her neck, he moved down to her collarbones and then looked up at her as if he were asking for something.

“What is it?” she asked as she also kissed his neck. “T-take off. Can I take o-off your top?” He tried to talk while catching his breath as she kept kissing his neck.

She nodded into the kiss. He took her top off and stopped she from kissing his neck. He was admiring her body, the way she was carefully sculpted by the angels. Forget it, she was an angel herself to him. The staring made all the blood in her rush to her cheeks. “Can you stop staring?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow and said, “How could I possibly not look at the beauty in front of me?” He placed tiny kisses on her chest and below.

“You do know that I like you, right Sukee?” He asked. She cupped his face and made him meet her eyes. “I like you, you like me. Now since our facts have been established can we continue what we were doing?” She asked, her eyes filled with desire. He just continued without a word.

“I can’t believe you have to move already.” She pouted. He patted her head and said, “I’m right across the hall, princess. But if it’s that unbearable you can move in with me anytime you want.”

“You’re so sweet for saying that even if it was just empty words.” She kissed his forehead.

He kissed her forehead back and said, “I meant every single word I said, you can come over any time you want, you can even move in with me if you wish.”

Vernon emerges out of nowhere, “I’m going to start another part time job if I have to pay the rent all by myself. I’ll go look for new jobs then, you lovebirds keep it up then.”

He went to Seungkwan’s.

“I told you this plan would work, didn’t I?” Seungkwan said with such a proud look on his face.

Vernon couldn’t help but smile and kiss Kwan all over his face. “Thank you love, for helping me get those two lovesick birds to become lovebirds.”

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GIFT FROM VIRGO - BOO SEUNGKWAN

word count: 3.2k...

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader x hansol (iconic platonic trio!)

synopsis: you and hansol decided to help seungkwan out with some shopping, except it's a bit more demanding than you originally thought.

genre/s: fluff, secretly-crushing!seungkwan, idol!svt, non-idol!reader

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: a cute little platonic fic for y'all!! thank you once again @playmetheclassics for being the beta reader for this fic! <33 fic inspired by gift from virgo by beyoncé.

“And so Operation: Gift from Virgo is still a go?” Seungkwan asks with expectant eyes at his friends in front of him.

“We wouldn’t be up at 7 am if we weren’t going to help you, Kwan,” Hansol yawns before furrowing his brows, “but what’s up with the name?”

“Isn’t it named after his favorite Beyoncé song?” You infer, reaching over for a bite of the pancakes left over on Seungkwan’s plate. 

Seungkwan’s face beams with happiness, indicating that you guessed correctly, and he moves his plate closer to your spot. He warmly pats your head while proudly smiling. If anyone else saw the two of you, it would appear as if you were a dog-turned-human that he was rewarding and petting. “See Hansol, and this is why Y/N will always be my favorite.” 

You return a smile to your friend before going back to focusing on the plate in front of you. You couldn’t help but be persuaded to help when Kwan promised to treat you to breakfast at your favorite brunch spot. The fact that he purposefully left an entire blackberry and white chocolate pancake for you to eat is truly the cherry on top. Or would blackberry on top be a more proper expression to use? Completely absorbed in your own thoughts, you were unaware of the glaring between your two friends. 

“That doesn’t even make sense; you’re a Capricorn,” Hansol retorts. He truly was not cut out for the mornings. He continues to give Seungkwan a doubting look but quickly gives up because his energy level cannot compete with Seungkwan’s. 

“So everyone knows their tasks?” Seungkwan double-checks, pulling out his phone to review the extensive spreadsheet he created specifically for today. What is it that he is taking so seriously? His periodic ‘Premium Shopping Day’. It had approached quicker than usual and he somehow had managed to rope you and Hansol into helping him this time. One thing you can always count on with Seungkwan is to take advantage of discounts and sales. While your motivation for helping him could be explained by the pancakes you were currently devouring, Hansol's reason still remained a mystery to you. 

You notice Hansol eyeing the pancakes that you were nearly done with and you begrudgingly cut off a piece for him. He knew this was your favorite food. Why was he pulling on your heartstrings so early in the morning? As if a lightbulb turned on above you, you started waving your fork in the air and ‘flying’ it to Hansol’s mouth. He may have made you feel guilty for not sharing, but you weren’t going to just give him a bite without anything in return. The price for a bite? Embarrassment obviously. Hansol laughs at your behavior, before opening his mouth and taking a bite. He nods his head in approval with an expression of satisfaction that he reserved only for food that he really loved. You nod back at him, glad that you could make him a bit more energized through the power of the pancake. 

Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your faces, making you both break out of your food trance. He had an expression of disapproval at Hansol acting cute, nevertheless he was still awaiting your responses to his question. 

Clearing your throat, you prepared to answer Seungkwan. 

“I’m in charge of going to Aēsop, Hera,” you pause to look at the smudged writing on your palm, attempting to decipher the faded letters you wrote last night. “Sulwhasoo, um, there was one more but I can’t read it.” You embarrassedly confess, causing Seungkwan to facepalm. You both look to Hansol, expecting him to be more organized with the stores he needed to visit.

“And I’m going everywhere luxury clothes related? Balenciaga, Gucci…” Hansol trails off before turning silent, exposing that he hadn’t memorized the places Seungkwan had assigned to him either. 

“Y/N, you forgot Lancôme. Use Mingyu’s discount code that he texted in the group chat. Members being ambassadors of famous brands do have perks at times when they’re not bragging about the deals. Chwe, don’t worry I’ll send you a text with the names of the stores you need to go to,” Seungkwan rambles while you make a mental note to visit Lancôme. 

The restaurant’s warm lighting was making you drowsy and although you were fully aware you needed to start waking up, it was impossible after eating. Combining your satisfied appetite, the lighting, the relaxing music playing, and the final seal of the deal being Hansol’s subtle cologne, you found your eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. You were scrolling on your phones waiting for the mall to open anyways, so you didn’t think a quick snooze would hurt. 

Seungkwan looks at the two of you across from him, leaning on each other’s shoulders while closing your eyes. He knew when the two least morning people offered to help him shop, it would only end in a headache for him, but he couldn’t help blushing at how cute your face looked when you were dozing off. He had managed to keep his crush on you a secret from all the members which only made it harder for him to hide his heart eyes towards you whenever you did anything. Remembering the task at hand, he stops admiring you and sits up straight to recite the speech he prepared. 

“You both need to be more hyped about this, you don’t understand today is literally the best day of the year to score deals on stuff. The holidays of December are over, and we still have over a week before Lunar New Year! Sure, there might be a lot of Valentine’s Day related products being promoted, but our goal is clear. Get. All. The. Discounts.” Seungkwan emphasizes the final ‘goal,’ and finishes the long winded speech. 

You and Hansol sleepily applaud him while laughing at his exaggerated tone of urgency. 

“We can see how much these days mean to you, my boo, we’ll be sure to get everything on your spreadsheet. You can believe in us!” You encourage Seungkwan as you try to perk up, nudging Hansol with your elbow to back you up. 

Seungkwan looks away from the two of you, still not used to the nickname you gave him. He was positive that he was beet red but tried his best to conceal it by fanning himself, pretending to be hot. He thanked his ancestors for his last name before paying attention to the conversation again. 

“Yeah, totally. We might’ve forgotten what stores we’re going to-”

Your eyes darted to the man on your right, surprised by how he was choosing to comfort Seungkwan. “Why would you include that?”

“Let me finish, we might’ve forgotten what stores we’re going to, but that just means it’ll be that much fresher in our minds.” Hansol smiles innocently at you and Seungkwan, unable to tell that neither of you were pleased with how he ended his sentence. 

Seungkwan purses his lips, unamused at his friend, checking the time and noticing it was already 8. “How am I friends with you idiots?”

Hansol and you shrug before all three of you smile at each other. 

Getting up from the booth, Seungkwan motions for the two of you to follow him. “Anyways, we should head out since the mall is twenty minutes away, and I want to have a head start with the line.” 

The car ride to the mall was uneventful, besides the usual routine of Seungkwan putting on a girl group song and turning his car into a makeshift karaoke room. Hansol was sitting in the passenger seat and made a fist to function as a microphone for Seungkwan. Something that you always loved about your friendship with them is that you never dispelled each other’s energy, only ever feeding into each other’s moods and making the time you spent together that much more enjoyable. 

You get to the mall’s parking lot in no time and Seungkwan continues his motivational speech by highlighting how you all needed to divide and conquer to obtain everything on the spreadsheet. Hansol and you both salute Seungkwan in a joking manner, picking up on his eagerness to enter the mall. Like Seungkwan had predicted, there was a small line of people already forming at the doors. Being the celebrities that they are, Seungkwan put on a cap while Hansol put on a beanie to try and hide their identities. Sure, everyone was wearing masks due to the ongoing pandemic, but it still was hard to disguise themselves with regular people when they both emitted extraordinary auras. While there had been some chatter from other people waiting, all of them were understanding in Seungkwan and Hansol’s request not to be photographed. Still, they needed to maintain their images as kind idols so they conversed with fans and tried to be as polite as possible. 

The doors finally opened after a little over two hours and you could notice the instant shift in attitude of the friends beside you. Their small talk with fans ceased and you knew it was about to turn into a survival game with the other customers. Shopping was never your favorite pastime, but you didn’t mind today since it would make Seungkwan happy. 

Seungkwan was speed walking to the next store on his list, but he saw your figure in the distance struggling to carry all of your bags and immediately he stopped and chose to help you. Seeing the efforts you were taking to help him only made him fall for you more and he took a couple deep breaths to calm his heart before making his way over to you. 

You had been running around the mall’s various floors for nearly three hours, fighting tooth and nail with people over fragrances and skincare. This is definitely not how you expected your weekday morning to go and it was tiring you out at an alarming rate. You ended up carrying a ton of bags, having your wrists feel like they could fall off at any second. However, you were not going to quit on Seungkwan’s mission. You attempt to hoist the bags up from the ground to continue your tasks, but get stopped by a hand that you were acquainted with. Looking up, you see Seungkwan grabbing one-third of the bags you were responsible for. 

You try to high-five him, relieved to see a familiar face but instantly regret it as the bags you still had made it hard for you to raise your arm entirely. He also was not capable of raising either of his arms to high-five you, so you awkwardly put your hand back down before looking him properly in the face. 

“Did you get all of the stuff you wanted yet? Sorry that I’m so slow with buying things, I didn’t think it would be this intense and hardcore.” 

Seungkwan can see that you’re worn out and opts to lie to you. A harmless lie, really. 

“Yeah, I got everything I wanted. How about we take a break at that cafe?” He suggests, tilting his head in the direction of a nearby cafe. 

The fact that he was able to complete his shopping didn’t surprise you, but finishing it all in three hours made you raise an eyebrow at your friend. You’re reluctant to say yes to his offer because you still want to finish helping him out, but he doesn’t give you more time to think. He notices your hesitation and takes more of the bags you were holding to put them into his bags. Logically, it did make sense because shopping bags for clothes are bigger than the ones they give for fragrances and skincare. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel sorry that he was quite literally carrying your weight. 

You try to grab them back, but he lightly hits your hand, stopping you from doing so. 

“I’m the one who practically dragged you and Hansol to go here with me, the least I can do is carry the bags," He insists with a stern look, serious enough for you to tell that this was not an issue up for argument. 

His sudden seriousness makes you realize once again that Seungkwan is always the decision maker for your group, something that you usually preferred, but you knew that the bags were probably extremely heavy. Your hands went to grab the bags back one last time, but after you realized you had been zoning out, you also realized Seungkwan was already making his way towards the cafe. With Seungkwan walking in front of you, you finally give up and head to the cafe like he originally suggested. While following him, you were hit with an immense sense of appreciation at how much of a caring friend he is to you. You don’t know who you saved in your past life to end up with a best friend as sweet as Seungkwan.

On the walk to the cafe he talked about things besides shopping, such as how Mingyu annoyed him last night, and when you eventually arrive at the cafe he sets all the bags down on an empty table with a sigh. 

“See! The bags were too heavy for you to carry all by yourself,” You scold, resulting in Seungkwan scratching the back of his neck in an avoiding fashion. 

“Well, you looked like you were really having a hard time-”

“You didn’t drag us. We both love spending time with you, you’re our best friend. Of course we would want to help you,” You huff, leaving him speechless at your words. 

“Oh? It’s not bothersome to be with me?” He asks, in a tone more surprised than you would ever expect from him. 

“No! Why would you ever feel that way? We love you, Boo Seungkwan. Hansol and the rest of Seventeen, they’re like your family, and well for me, you’re my boo. Nobody can replace you,” You reassure him, noticing his reddened cheeks at your words. He always was weak to compliments, but you loved seeing your best friend know that he was appreciated and loved by you and his members.

Unable to bear the silence between the two of you, you rush to the counter to order Seungkwan an iced americano and a sandwich to share. He carried your bags, the least you can do is pay for his coffee. You still hadn’t decided what you were going to order, overwhelmed at the large menu. Usually before going to a new place you would look at the menu online first, but Seungkwan’s spontaneity has you thinking quickly on your feet. You ponder on what to get for a couple moments while in line, before reaching the cashier. 

As he’s sitting down, Seungkwan can’t help but feel jealous that the cashier was flirting with you and you were seemingly reciprocating. Reality hits and he acknowledges that since he doesn’t want to confess, he’s left with his one-sided love towards you forever. He wishes that he could confess, but he’s too scared that his confession would only ruin the dynamic between the three of you. 

After waiting for your number to be called, you headed back to the table with your drinks and the sandwich. You were oblivious to the inner conflict occurring in your friend’s mind. You placed the order down, arranging it on the table and taking a picture of Seungkwan and the food out of habit. Seungkwan and Vernon were always the stars of your aesthetically taken photos, something that you pride yourself on. It always made the picture better when there were handsome models to photograph. Idols as best friends did have their perks. 

As you scan the pictures you just took, you notice that Seungkwan looks down. You figure that he’s sulking because as you placed the order, he probably looked at the bags and realized that you didn’t finish shopping. Muttering a quiet thanks, he takes a sip of his iced americano and looks out the window, staring at the other shoppers in the mall.

You knew how to handle his sulkiness, he was your best friend after all. 

“I swear on my life that I will get everything on this spreadsheet!” Yes, matching his dramaticness was a sure-fire way to catch his attention. You put a hand on your heart, proving your sincerity to your best friend.

Seungkwan doesn’t know what to say since he didn’t realize his emotions could be read so easily, so he blinks at you a while before saying anything. Eventually he decides to humor you by pretending that he’s upset over you not finishing your shopping. “While I’m upset that you didn’t finish your shopping, don’t fret over it. I actually didn’t finish mine either…”

“I knew that it wasn’t humanly possible to finish all that you wrote in three hours! Seungkwan, your spreadsheet would be hard to achieve even with all of your other members,” You liven up, glad that you hadn’t disappointed him as much as you originally thought you had. You take a bite of your half of the sandwich, soon forgetting Seungkwan’s brief gloomy mood. 

Something that he did have to admit is that your obliviousness towards his crush was just another charm that made you lovable to him. He gazes at you lovingly, once again thankful that he was fortunate enough to be friends with you. 

“No way y’all are taking a break without me,” You see Vernon’s shock of betrayal at the two of you as he makes his way over to your table. He sits next to Seungkwan, grabbing the half of the sandwich in your friend’s hand and taking a bite. 

“It was incidental, I swear,” You defend, making Hansol chuckle at your earnest words. 

“You’re doing a lot of swearing today,” Seungkwan teases, causing you to roll your eyes at him. 

“Well, let’s go back to the dorms and give the members some gifts,” Hansol yawns while stretching his arms. “This way I can go back to the dorms and nap, too.” 

“Typical Hansol,” You and Seungkwan say at the same time. You then pointed at each other in awe at your thoughts being in synch. 

Hansol shakes his head, used to your behavior and grabs some of the bags to start heading back to the car. 

“Why did you want to come today anyways, Hansol?” You hit his shoulder, curious since he never explained why he tagged along.

“For these,” He shows off a box set of A24 films in a gloating manner. Now it was adding up, the movie buff needed to get his collector’s items.

Your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape, finally grasping his motives as he restarts walking to the parking lot.

“Was Operation: Gift from Virgo a failure?” You ask your other friend cautiously, picking up some bags after having the sandwich re-energize you. 

“Not completely! Plus, we can always come back whenever it’s most convenient to turn it into a total success,” Seungkwan replies, grinning at you and Hansol. 

You grin back, causing Seungkwan to nearly have a heart attack seeing you smile. He knew that he would never confess to you, but moments like these made him yearn for more. He hoped in some alternate reality you were together, and the possibility of that being true allowed him to accept his friend status in your life. He was your boo after all.

[anrabbit]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚 -𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷

Se eles tivessem descoberto mais cedo, poupariam tempo, dinheiro, bebida, saudades e uma camisa amarela. Mas como nem tudo é um mar de rosas, algo que é dito a Jeonghan não o agrada, o entristecendo.

No final... Só lendo para descobrir ;)

Jeonghan X Reader, Jeonghan X S/N, One shot, Short fic, Song Fic

©AnaRabbit

Playing : Camisa amarela

~✧S/N POV

                    ~✧Segunda-feira

Fazia uma semana, e eu não conseguia mais esconder. Eu necessitava dizer-lhe, me sentia mal o enganando. Fingir que eu estava bem quando ele sabia que eu estava estranha, que eu estava escondendo algo já estava me cansando. Então quando ele chegar contarei para ele.

Quando Jeonghan chegou confessei. Ele havia achado engraçado, riu tanto. Percebendo que eu não estava brincando, e falando sério, o mesmo pediu pra que o olha-se nos seus olhos e repetisse e assim fiz.

“- Jeonghan, me desculpe. Eu te trai.”

Então Jeonghan se afastou de mim, tentando raciocinar o breve acontecimento. Eu tentava explicar, que o amo e que não fiz na intenção de machuca-lo.

Isso aconteceu apenas por que eu estava fora de mim, consumida pelo maldito álcool. Mesmo assim isso não encobre o fato de eu ter o traído.

Eu tentava explicar, mas ele não escutava nem se quer uma palavra que saia de minha boca. Então o mesmo pegou seu casaco e saiu de casa sem dizer aonde ia, apenas ignorando eu o chamando.

“Encontrei o meu pedaço na avenida de camisa amarela”

Eu estava andando na rua a procura de Jeonghan, e nada em relação a ele. Eu tinha ligado pra seus amigos, e nada. Liguei para sua família e nada também. Nem uma pista de onde encontra-lo. No mais tardar o achei, estava caminhando, parecia sem rumo.

“Convidei-o a voltar pra casa em minha companhia.

Exibiu-me um sorriso de ironia”

S/N – Jeonghan! – assim que o chamei ele parou de andar e virou-se na minha direção, para prestar atenção em quem era. Quando me viu ficou de cara fechada.

Jeonghan – O que quer comigo S/N? Já não basta quebrar meu coração? Me prometer estar sempre ao meu lado e ficar com outro?

S/N – Jeonghan.. Por favor me perdoe. Eu te amo, amo tanto que me doe estar dez segundos longe de você, ainda mais estando brigados. Por favor volta pra casa. – O mesmo começou a rir e sorriu em ironia.

Jeonghan – S/N, acha mesmo que eu sou um brinquedinho? Aqueles que... ficam a mostra em vitrines. Se sim está muito...  enganada. Eu seria um tolo voltando...  pra lá, para que você me faça...   isso de novo. Quem ela. – dizia com um pouco de dificuldade

“Não estava nada bem

O meu pedaço na verdade estava bem mamado

Bem chumbado, atravessado.”

S/N – Claro que não! Eu não sou esse tipo de pessoa. Por favor confie em mim.

Jeonghan – Ha ha, como saberei – dizia com a voz embriagada.

S/N -  Jeonghan, Que cheiro é esse? Você bebeu né. Amor... Não faça isso.

Jeonghan – S/N, me deixa. Eu bebi sim, e irei fazer isso várias vezes hoje. Você não comanda minha vida, e eu sou adulto posso fazer o que eu bem entender. – Assim que terminou de falar, voltou a andar na direção que estava indo antes.

S/N – Espera! – disse o seguindo.

“Foi por ai cambaleando, se acabando no cordão”

S/N – Cuidado Hannie! Você pode cair no chão.

Jeonghan – Eu até espero que isso aconteça, assim eu tirou você da cabeça de uma vez só. Seria bem melhor.

S/N – Não fale isso!

Jeonghan – Falo sim! Pare de me seguir, não lhe devo mais satisfação da minha vida.

S/N – Hannie...

Jeonghan – Não quero que me chame mais assim, desapareça da minha vida. E pare de ligar, para mim, para minha família também.

E assim eu parei de segui-lo, com medo, tristeza e esperando que nada de mal aconteça com ele. Claro que eu não o deixaria desaparecer, mas eu precisava falar com ele quando a poeira baixar.

~✧ Terça-Feira

“Mais tarde o encontrei no café zerrapa [...]

Bebendo o quinto copo de cachaça.”

Encontrei Jeonghan enquanto eu ia ao mercado. Ele claramente não estava bem. Eu sabia que se falasse com ele poderia piorar. Mas a saudade, a saudade de seus abraços apertados, e beijinhos, o seu afeto em si, estava me fazendo falta.

O mesmo parecia tomar algo forte, presumia ser café já que onde ele está é uma cafeteria, e ele não tem esse costume. Mas assim que o vi pegando uma garrafinha com algo dentro eu descobri que não era. Quando eu percebi que provavelmente era bebida alcoólica, eu ia entrar no café, mas como eu estava do outro lado da rua, tive que atravessar. Mas por algum motivo quando eu entrei ele já não estava mais lá.

~✧Quarta-feira

“Voltou às sete horas da manhã, mas só na quarta-feira [...]”

Eu dormia, não tranquilamente como as noites com Jeonghan, mas estava lá. Até que acordo com batidas fortes e altas na porta. Certamente me assustei, e achei estranho já que há uma campainha.

Quando me aproximo da porta e vejo quem é pelo olho mágico em segunda a porta, era Jeonghan. Ele estava realmente mal, parecia que a qualquer momento iria desabar no chão de cansaço e estando bêbado.

“Me pediu ainda zonzo, Um copo d'água com bicarbonato

O meu pedaço estava ruim de fato

Pois caiu na cama e nem tirou nenhum sapato”

Eu o trouxe para dentro de casa e o levei para o quarto, para que ele descansasse. Ele precisava de um banho, mas preferi deixa-lo a vontade.

Jeonghan – S/N... Pode me dar um copo de água? Eu estou com uma dor de cabeça do cão.

S/N – Espera ai, Já vou pegar. – Fui a cozinha e peguei um pouco de água e voltei – Aqui.

Jeonghan – Obrigado.

S/N – Han-Jeonghan você vai dormir aqui?

Jeonghan – Sim, terei que dormir aqui. Não tenho como ficar mais aonde estava antes. Irei dormir no quarto de hóspedes, e se preciso até no sofá.

S/N – Ah, ok.

 Depois de deixar o copo na pia o mesmo deitou no quarto de hóspedes e dormiu na mesma hora. Ele devia estar tão mau que nem sequer tirou os sapatos dos pés. Aproveitando o seu sono profundo eu tirei e guardei os seus tênis, e fui dormir.

“Roncou uma semana, despertou mal humorado

Quis brigar comigo, que perigo, não ligo”

   ~✧ Uma semana depois

Já se passou mais uma semana, e Jeonghan nem olhava na minha cara. De vez em quando me dizia obrigado, já que eu tentava fazer de tudo para agrada-lo.

Eu sai par trabalhar, voltava tarde e o pouco que o via eram patadas e brigas. E todas começavam com o fato de -eu tê-lo traído. E hoje não foi diferente.

Quando chego em casa encontro  Jeonghan na sala, estava mexendo no computador. Parecia prestar bastante atenção, provavelmente estava trabalhando, como de costume.

Assim que chego tiro meu casaco e guardo, e vou direto para a cozinha. Eu estava com fome, então resolvi fazer macarrão, que é rápido.

Jeonghan – Quem era?

S/N – hm? Falou algo? – viro para vê-lo

Jeonghan – Eu disse, quem era?

S/N – Quem o que?

Jeonghan – Não se faça de besta. Quem foi, quem era o desgraçado que você transou?

S/N – Ahn? Ah...  eu não sei. – quando o respondi ele veio até a cozinha para que olhasse nos meus olhos.

 Jeonghan – Será mesmo? Você está tentando protege-lo né.

S/N – Claro que não!

Jeonghan – Então me fale logo! – disse gritando

S/N – Eu já disse que não sei, por que fica repetindo a mesma pergunta?

Jeonghan - Ah entendi, quer dizer que você decidiu foder com o primeiro vagabundo que apareceu por ai?

S/N- Jeonghan!

Jeonghan – Responda S/N!

S/N – Não, não foi desse jeito...

Jeonghan – Então fala logo porra!

S/N – Eu to te falando, eu não sei, eu nem lembro do rosto do cara. A única coisa que lembro é de ter ido a festa do Seungcheol, ter bebido, e no outro dia ter acordado em um lugar que eu não conhecia, e com um cara do lado.

Jeonghan – S/N espero mesmo que não esteja escondendo que era, pois se eu descobri quem sim e quem era, você nunca mais vai ver meu rosto na sua vida.

 E em poucos minutos Jeonghan atravessava aquela porta com fúria, de novo. Eu obviamente não sabia aonde ele havia ido. Nem tentei descobri, já imaginava que o mesmo tinha ido procurar quem era.

“O meu pedaço me domina, me fascina , ele é o tal

Por isso não levo a mal”

E assim se passaram mais dias... Jeonghan saindo cedo e voltando tarde e indo direto dormir, sem nem falar comigo e nem olhar na minha cara. Até que um dia..  A campainha tocou. E eu fui atender e quando vi quem era fiquei um tanto quanto chocada. Era Joshua, amigo próximo de Jeonghan. Para falar a verdade, eu nunca conversei tanto com ele, nem nunca nos aproximamos. Apesar deles serem próximos eles haviam brigado e decidiram colocar um tipo de limite na amizade deles, ou seja eles se afastaram e não são tão próximos como antes.

S/N – Oi Joshua.

Joshua – Oi S/N, talvez eu não seja a melhor pessoa nessa situação mas eu realmente preciso conversar com você. Se você não se importar.

S/N – Tudo bem, pode entrar.

Joshua – Obrigado. – disse entrando.

S/N – Aceita um copo d’água?

Joshua – Não, obrigado.

S/N – Ok. Está tudo bem?

Joshua – Comigo sim, e você?

S/N – Mais ou menos... Mas o que veio me contar?

Joshua – Eu vim falar do dia em que ouve aquela festa, na casa de Seungcheol.

S/N – hm... Tá.

Joshua – Você lembra de alguma coisa?

S/N – Vagamente, lembro de ter ido e de quando eu acordei em outro lugar.

Joshua – Ah entendo. Então vou te contar o que eu havia visto.

~✧Joshua POV

                  ~✧Dia da festa

                           Ligação On

S.Coups – Alô.

Joshua – Oi Seungcheol, tudo bem?

S.Coups – Oi Joshua! To bem sim e você?

Joshua – Bem também, Cheol eu queria falar com você sobre algo.

S.Coups – Fala ai.

Joshua – Eu falei com o Seungkwan e fiquei sabendo que a S/N vai na festa, certo?

S.Coups – Sim, ela vai.

Joshua – E que a ex do Jeonghan também.

S.Coups – É.. Ela vai de convidada. Por quê?

Joshua – Tem certeza que não vai dar nada de ruim? Lembra? A ex do Jeong é meio estranha.

S.Coups – Estranha como?.. AH! Sei, loucona das ideias.

Joshua – Isso mesmo. E lembra muito bem né que ela nunca desistiu do Jeonghan.

S.Coups – Sim... Mas não vai acontecer nada de ruim, duvido que ela tente arrumar barraco na frente de todo mundo, outra que o Jeonghan não vai estar lá.

Joshua – Não sei não... É muito difícil confiar nela. O problema também é esse, ela fazer algo de ruim pra S/N fora de lá. A S/N bebê de mais pra quem é fraca pra álcool, por isso o Jeonghan sempre vai com ela.

S.Coups – Calma Joshua, nós não estamos em uma novela do vale a pena ver de novo. Provavelmente elas nem vão se olhar, vai ter bastante gente, elas nem vão notar a presença uma da outra. Ta bom?

Joshua – Hm, ok.

S.Coups – Então confirmado, você vai né?

Joshua – Claro que sim! Não perderia por nada.

S.Coups – Então até de noite.

Joshua – Até, tchau.

                             Ligação Off

                    ~✧ Noite da Festa

Assim que pisei naquela festa me senti mal, um mal estar. Parecia que eu realmente ia acontecer algo de estranho. Eu apenas deixei de lado, e fui cumprimentar meus amigos.

Um tanto quanto incomodando com algo quem nem eu sabia, eu apenas tentei ignorar um momento em que vi as duas indo ao banheiro, primeiro S/N e em seguida a outra. Eu até tinha pensado em ficar mais tempo de olho nessas duas, mas me chamaram para que pudéssemos jogar algo.

Quando acabou procurei as duas pela festa e nem sinal delas, o que me preocupou bastante. Nem tinha visto as duas. Até que alguém me disse que viu a ex do Jeonghan levando a S/N daqui, e que a mesma parecia estar mal, ou até mesmo dormindo.

 Agora seriamente eu estava preocupado. Mas eu não sabia o que fazer, e pra onde elas foram, e se na verdade não for nada. Ela simplesmente querer ajudar a S/N? Não... Ela não é do tipo gentil, nem seria amigável ainda mais com a atual de Jeonghan. Eu ia avisar Jeonghan, Mas o meu asar é tão grande que eu estava sem meu celular, que futuramente descobri que eu tinha deixado em casa.

Mais tarde, no fim da festa tive que levar Hoshi para um hotel próximo e hospeda-lo já que ele estava longe de casa, e nesse “At the party you, cheers” acabou deixando ele abobado. Então eu o levei e deixei lá. Quando eu fui sair do quarto. Vejo por algum motivo a ex do Jeonghan saindo de um dos quartos, e o pior de tudo era que ela estava com um sorriso maligno no rosto e cantando vitória.

Eu até tentaria ver quem estava lá dentro ou perguntar o por que dela estar aqui, mas decidi não fazer isso. Teria sido melhor se eu tivesse ido.

No outro dia voltei lá, para ver como estava Hoshi. Conversamos bastante, até o horário em que era servido o café da manhã. Descemos e na hora em que chegamos no refeitório encontramos um amigo nosso de faculdade, que tinha ido também a festa. Aproveitamos e tomamos café nós três.

Conversando com ele, perguntei por que ele estava aqui. O mesmo disse que não fazia ideia como veio parar aqui, mas disse que descobriu que a reserva do seu quarto fui feita no nome de outra pessoa, que ele não conhecia. Então depois de comermos fomos a recepção perguntar quem era, e adivinha quem foi? Ela mesmo! A ex do Jeonghan. E eles estavam acompanhados de uma outra mulher, que era (suas características). Eu praticamente tinha apenas uma dúvida bem pequena, se não tinha como der S/N...

~✧S/N POV

S/N – Meu deus Joshua... Por que nunca disse isso antes?

Joshua – Por que eu não sabia que vocês estavam brigados, então pensei que não tinha acontecido nada.

S/N – Joshua, muito obrigada por me contar isso!

Joshua – De nada. Seria bom que conversasse com o Jeong, explicar que você não fez nada.

S/N – Claro, vou dizer sim.

Joshua – Então eu vou indo.

S/N – Então tchau.

Joshua – Tchau.

Quando era tarde eu escuto alguém gritando o meu nome, então saio do quarto e vou a sala. Lá encontro Jeonghan que assim que me viu correu e veio ne abraçar.

Jeonghan – S/N...

S/N – Jeonghan eu tenho que  conversar com você.

Jeonghan – Não precisa me contar nada. Eu já fiquei sabendo de tudo.

S/N – Mas como?

Jeonghan – Hoshi me contou, ele não tinha conseguido esperar Joshua falar pra mim.

S/N – Ele acabou de me contar.

Jeonghan – S/N me desculpa, eu deveria ter pensado mais. – disse desfazendo o abraço e olhando nos meus olhos, de mãos dadas.

S/N – Eu te perdoo sim. Além de que nem eu lembrava do que aconteceu.

Jeonghan – S/N eu posso voltar a dormir com você?

S/N – Claro Hannie! Deve!

Jeonghan – Que bom. Olha o que eu trouxe pra você. – disse pegando uma sacola que estava no sofá. Ele me trouxe um boque de flores, e um a caixa de bonbons.

 S/N – Ah Hannie... Muito obrigada, não precisava.

Jeonghan – Precisava sim, eu precisava me desculpar. Outra coisa, isso não chega nem perto do que você merece, minha princesa.

S/N – Jeonghan, sabia que eu te amo?

Jeonghan – Sim, assim como eu te amo.

E assim o final do nosso dia: nós comendo besteiras e abraçadinhos nesse frio. Assistindo séries até

“Pegou a camisa, a camisa amarela

E botou fogo nela

Gosto dele assim

Passou a brincadeira e ele é pra mim.”

Passou um tempo e as coisas voltaram todas ao normal. Eu e Jeonghan mais juntos do que antes, e evitávamos brigar por bobeiras.

De tarde, eu estava indo colocar roupa para lavar na máquina. Mas achei estranho pois a muito tempo eu não achava uma camisa do Jeonghan, a camisa amarela. A mesma em que ele vestia quando havia saído de casa.

S/N – Hannie! – gritei para que o mesmo viesse para a lavanderia.

Jeonghan – Oi princesa, por que me chamou?

S/N – É que eu não encontro a um bom tempo aquela sua camisa amarela, sabe?

Jeonghan – Sei.

S/N – Onde ela está?

Jeonghan – Ela não esta aqui.

S/N – Tá... Mas em que lugar está.

Jeonghan – Hm.. Provavelmente em um cemitério de camisas.

S/N – Ué, por quê?

Jeonghan – Porque eu queimei ela.

S/N – Como assim você queimou ela? Por quê?

Jeonghan – Eu queimei porque toda vez que eu olhava eu lembrava do dia que nós brigamos. E eu acabava ficando triste.

S/N – Ah que fofo! – disse dando um selinho nele - Quer que eu compre outra pra você?

Jeonghan – Não precisa não.

S/N – Certeza?

Jeonghan – Sim, pode aproveitar pra me dar uma nova quando for meu aniversário.

S/N – Tá bom. Mas é serio mesmo que você colocou fogo na camisa?

Jeonghan – É sério! Por que eu mentiria? Oh eu tenho até vídeo. Quer que eu te mostre?

S/N – Não precisa, eu confio em você.

Jeonghan – Então tudo bem. Vamos almoçar?

S/N – Claro!

~✧Fim