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starrihan · 3 days ago

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OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR AGES I CANT BELIEVE I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL

International Relations || K. DH (Leehan)

❀ pairing: president’s son!donghyun x rival!reader (implied fem reader), ft. various foreign idol cameos

❀ genre: enemies to lovers, suggestive (like it gets very tense and a little graphic at the end), minor fluff

❀ word count: ~5.5k

❀ warnings: explicit language, suggestive content, drug mention, alcohol consumption

❀ summary: In the perpetual game of cat and mouse, you always find yourself on the offense. So why does Donghyun look like the cat who got the cream? And why is defeat so hard to admit?

❀ A/N: SURPRISE!!!! Just a reminder that this is a work of fiction and is in no way related to the global political landscape. Please let me know how you guys like this one :)))

It’s too early on a Tuesday morning when a loud knock rings out throughout your bedroom, instantly rousing you from your slumber. You barely have time to open your eyes before a familiar face is letting himself into your room. Hanbin is clearly frazzled, his normally perfect appearance marred by a necktie with an improper knot and a severe case of bed head. You imagine you don’t look much better.

“You need to get up, now,” Hanbin rushes, beginning to flit about your bedroom at a panicked pace. “You have an interview with Kim Donghyun in an hour.”

Even through your sleepy haze, the statement immediately has you sitting up straight. “What?!”

As the darling son of the South Korean President, Kim Donghyun was more than just a household name. He was held as a sort of international superstar, known for his mellow temperament and his stunning looks. As the child of your own nation’s president, you have crossed paths with him quite a few times; enough times, in fact, to know just how much of an utter asshole he is.

“What do you mean interview with Kim Donghyun?” You ask, as Hanbin hadn’t bothered to clarify.

The man is still pacing the length of your lavish bedroom, typing something angrily into his phone.

“It’s for the BBC. They are doing some story on the children of international government officials. Since the Kim family is here for the United Nations Gala later this week, they asked to squeeze in an interview for you two to do together.”

“Together?” You groan, running your hands through your already messy hair. “Why didn’t you tell them no?”

“Your mother’s assistant accepted before I even heard about it. She also just so happened to forget to tell me until 15 minutes ago,” Hanbin sighs, finally stopping his hurried movement. “Please, just get dressed. There will be hair and makeup at the interview site, but we have to leave soon.”

You can’t help but groan again, fighting the tantrum building up in your core. A last minute interview would already irritate you enough, but having to do it with Kim Donghyun is enough to have you cursing the universe.

It blew your mind that he was able to be the world’s golden child when he had such a rotten core. He was disgustingly cocky and spoiled, clearly used to having everyone in his life cater to him. He couldn’t be bothered with anyone who he didn’t perceive to be of his status, never choosing to mingle with anyone except for his exclusive inner circle.

What makes it all worse is how disgustingly attractive he is. His blonde locks always frame his face perfectly, sometimes falling to obscure one of his ever-so-sparkly eyes. His full lips are always twisted into that cocky smirk he constantly wears, his left cheek always dimpling with the expression. He was tall and built like a model, his godly proportions always highlighted by the perfectly tailored suits he wore.

He’s so beautiful; you fucking hate him.

His deplorable beauty twists your stomach into knots an hour and a half later, when you slide into the seat next to him. The interview space has been set up so that the two of you are seated in chairs just inches apart, bright lights shining down on you so that the cameras can capture virtually any flaw. But of course, Donghyun still looks perfect, greeting you with his signature smirk.

“Y/N,” he drawls, voice deep and syrupy like honey. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough, clearly.”

You pointedly ignore the deep chuckle that your remark earns you. The sound still manages to slip past your barriers, setting the pit of your stomach ablaze.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed me.”

You can’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes even though Donghyun can barely see it. “You wish.”

“Yeah,” Donghyun whispers, barely audible. “I do wish.”

Palpable tension is nothing new for the two of you, your perpetual spats and teasing always leaving the air in the room a bit thicker than it had been before. The flirting always adds another layer. It’s not as if either of you mean anything by it, nor would anything ever happen between the two of you. But something about the smooth ways Donghyun counters your banter while looking like he wants to eat you alive makes you consistently hot under the collar.

It’s at that moment that the interviewer makes her way onto set, greeting you both with a warm smile. She’s clearly a fan of Donghyun, seemingly only addressing him in the few moments you have before the interview officially starts. The moment you get the countdown and the notice that they’re rolling from the director, however, she slips on her professional mask and begins the interview.

The hour slot goes by both painfully slow and surprisingly quick. You find it easy to get lost in Donghyun’s answers, fighting the urge to stare at his mouth as he speaks. But when it comes to your own answers, you find it hard to articulate exactly what you mean. It makes the minutes trickle by at a snail’s pace, only for the time to pick back up when Donghyun opens his mouth again.

You let out a sigh when the interview is finally over, the journalist thanking both you and Donghyun before disappearing somewhere off set. It leaves you and Donghyun seated while various crew members fuss over you to rid you of your mics. The silence between the two of you only lasts for a few moments before Donghyun decides to break it.

“You should come over.”

You can’t help but look at the man as if he’d grown another head, gaze flickering between Donghyun and the rest of the crew that lingers within earshot. He just shrugs, clearly uncaring if anyone overhears.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You whisper as harshly as you can. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Ehh…not yet,” Donghyun smiles. “So come over.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I have some, uh, business matters I’d like to discuss with you.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Donghyun is standing from his chair, mile-long legs making themselves known as he rises to his full height. It takes everything in you not to stare at how stupidly tiny his waist is or how disgustingly broad his shoulders look in his suit jacket.

“I’ll have my people contact your people,” Donghyun says as he turns to leave, shooting you the tiniest smirk. “I’ll see you at eight, Y/N.”

. . .

You choose to show up to the specified address closer to 9:30pm than the expected 8. Hanbin says it’s out of spite, but you just consider it being fashionably late. Of course, no one is ever fashionably late to a business meeting, but a nagging feeling in your core tells you that it will be anything but that.

Your interactions with Donghyun have never simply been about business. The two of you always find yourselves in too close proximity, heated arguments ending up with you getting in each others’ faces or quiet insults whispered between a minimal space. Every attempt that the two of you have made to be cordial and civil just ends in fire and flirtation. So, the two of you have simply stopped trying. You no longer hide behind the guise of business or international affairs, choosing instead to be transparent in your desires to see each other. After all, both of you want nothing more than to push each other’s buttons.

Your suspicions are confirmed the minute you’re let into a swanky penthouse in the financial district of town, a well-known area for foreign ambassadors and their family residences. A sleek black door opens to reveal a shocked face that quickly melts into smugness. Donghyun simply smirks before opening the door wider, motioning for you to come in.

What was supposed to be a business meeting is obviously much more of a house party than anything else. You recognize a few familiar faces: Ricky Shen, the son of the U.S. vice president, Ning Yizhuo, the daughter of your country’s ambassador to China, and even the Yoon brothers, the sons of the Canadian Prime Minister. It seems like all of the children of top officials are here, drinking and chatting idly around the lavish apartment. If you were an outsider, you would laugh, the scene seeming all too much like a shitty movie interpretation of the life of the elite. But you know all too well that this is how it goes.

You’re sure that somewhere, there’s a stash of the world’s purest cocaine for anyone to indulge in. There may even be pills and other harder drugs if anyone wished to partake. The combined net worth of this crowd is well over $1 trillion, and that alone makes them untouchable. They are free to do as they please, simply enjoying the ability to be imperfect while the entire world sees them as the exact opposite.

“I’m surprised you came,” Donghyun whispers, his deep voice much closer than you remember it being.

When you turn, you find yourself almost nose to nose with the man, his greasy smirk still poised on his flawless face.

“I thought we were going to talk business,” you manage out, sounding much more confident than you truly feel. “Didn’t know that business involved so many people.”

Donghyun cocks a perfectly manicured brow. “You wish it was just the two of us, then?”

You can’t help but scoff, instantly reminded of your deep disdain for the man. “I wish you would stop fucking with me, Donghyun.”

A call of the man’s name sounds from somewhere deeper in the apartment, forcing the two of you out of your unintentional bubble. Over your shoulder, you can spot Donghyun’s typical entourage of friends, all beckoning him over with a frantic wave of the hand. Donghyun seems to notice at the same time, sighing deeply before taking a long swig of the beer in his hand. You struggle not to track the movement of his throat as he swallows.

“Well,” he sighs. “Duty calls. Try to have a little fun, sweetheart. You look like you need it.”

The man is gone before you can give him a piece of your mind, leaving you alone in the room full of people. Luckily, they’re all people that you know, having been well acquainted since early childhood. Everyone in this world knows everyone, which leads to a revolving door of familiar faces at every function. As much as you crave novelty, you can’t help but appreciate the familiarity.

Even still, it takes you a couple drinks to relax into the atmosphere. You find yourself giggling and making rounds as you mingle, spending extra time indulging in people that you know push Donghyun’s buttons. As much as you don’t care about the man and his reactions, you can admit how fun it is to see him riled up.

“I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you,” Jake gushes, plush bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “There’s no way you’re still single.”

You shrug, preening under the praise. “I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t found anyone who wants it bad enough.”

Hook, line, and sinker. Jake looks like he’s only a few seconds from devouring you whole, eyes raking your form despite the fact that your outfit reveals nothing. He reaches forward, his fingertips just barely brushing the curve of your waist before you’re snatched backwards. You stumble into a firm chest, the arm wrapped around your waist keeping you steady against the tall figure behind you.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a deep voice mumbles, easily recognizable. “I just need to steal Y/N for a second. Feel free to grab another drink or something in the meantime.”

You can barely register the confusion on Jake’s face before you’re being whisked away, only managing to shoot the boy a quick wave before you’re ushered down a hallway. It’s only once you’re decently far away from the noise of the party that you’re backed up against a wall, Donghyun’s frame leaning over you. He’s far enough that it would seem casual to an outside viewer. But you know that it’s anything but.

“No dating scandals for years, and yet you’re willing to risk it all for Jake Sim?” Donghyun chuckles cruelly. “Didn’t peg you for that type.”

“I didn’t peg you for the type to be all up in my business,” you retort, crossing your arms across your chest defiantly. “You jealous that it’s not you?”

“We both know that it could be…that it should be.”

A sly smirk is poised on Donghyun’s face as he peers down his nose at you, strong arm continuing to cage you against the wall. You could escape if you really wanted to, a clear opening for you to slip by and go about your night. But you don’t really want to, a fact that both of you know.

This is how it’s always gone between you, a perpetual game of cat and mouse. The two of you have spent your entire lives circling each other, just waiting for someone to fall into the other’s trap. And right now, backed against a wall, you realize that this time, you’re the prey. Instead of fear, however, a stinging warmth floods your veins.

“Admit it,” Donghyun whispers, words clearly just meant for the two of you. “I know you just want to say it.”

“Admit what?”

Your voice only comes out as a mere whisper, the wild thumping of your heart making it impossible to focus on your words. Donghyun knows the effect that he has on you, knows that just one smirk sent your way is enough to have you fuming for the rest of the day. He knows how much you think about him, how much you crave him, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Admit that you want me.”

The short command has your breath stuttering in your chest, eyes growing wide. You always enjoyed the push and pull around Donghyun, the game of never quite knowing where the both of you stood. It seems like he does too, always quick to playfully flirt and jokingly fight. But to admit it out loud, that’s something new.

To admit it out loud would be admitting defeat.

“And what do I get if I admit it?”

Donghyun just scoffs, cocky smirk deepening. “Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“And what is it that I want?”

The man leans closer, the scent of his cherry chapstick ever so enticing. You can’t help the way your gaze shoots down to Donghyun’s lips for a brief moment, imagining what it would be like to feel them on your own. It wouldn’t be hard to close the distance, but you know that would mean you lost.

“You want to kiss me so bad.”

The stinging warmth floods your face. Fuck. Knowing that he knows how you feel and hearing him say it are two different things. And the worst part is that he’s right. All you’ve ever wanted to do since the minute you’ve encountered Kim Donghyun is kiss the smirk off his face. And there’s something in the twinkle in his eyes that tells you, for the very first time, he just might let you.

“And if I do?” Your own confidence shocks you.

“Well,” Donghyun murmurs, letting his free hand place itself on the curve of your hip. “Like I said, I just might give it to you.”

Your breath catches on an inhale, the low timbre of the man’s voice shooting electricity through your veins. Everything about Kim Donghyun is so invigorating, so thrilling, that you feel like you could get drunk on his presence. He’s simply addictive.

“I think you’re all talk, Kim,” you bite out, trying your best not to stutter through your sentence. “I think that you’re projecting to hide how much you want me.”

It’s impossible to miss the way Donghyun stares at your mouth as you talk, pupils dilating to expose something deep and raw. His thumb has halted where it was previously drawing mindless shapes into the fabric of your waistband, as if stunned by your words. His pause only lasts for a few seconds before leaning impossibly closer.

“There’s no denying that, sweetheart. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

Hmm, maybe you are the predator after all.

“Then do something about it.”

Donghyun shakes his head almost imperceptibly. “I need you to say it first.”

A rush of heat flashes through your core, making your knees grow weak. Your want for him has never been this bad before, but you’re finding it harder and harder to contain.

“C’mon,” Donghyun coos. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

Your lips remain parted, stuck, as you try to figure out what to say next. You can’t give in to him, but god do you want to. It’s in moments like these when you want to fold, with the warm fan of Donghyun’s breath on your face, his eyes hooded and pupils slightly dilated, and perfectly pink lips trapped between his teeth. You could lose the game, willingly walk into his trap and put an end to all of the years of teasing. With just a few words, you could get everything you have ever wanted.

Luckily, your internal dilemma is cut short as someone emerges from a door down the hall, stumbling their way out. The girl is giggling as she drags her feet along the sleek wooden floors. Despite her sluggish steps, she seems confident in her path towards you and Donghyun, only stopping to place a perfectly manicured hand on Donghyun’s shoulder.

“Donghyun,” she practically whines. “I think Dani drank too much. She’s throwing up!”

At the slur of words, Donghyun sighs, fully straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you. You hate the way that your body instinctively leans towards him, as if magnetized. The man just shoots you an apologetic look before turning to the drunken woman hanging off his shoulder.

“Do you know where she is, Hanni?”

The girl just nods, pointing a finger back in the direction from which she came. Donghyun lets out another sigh before motioning for Hanni to take the lead. He’s quick to follow her, not before sending you a small wink.

Once the two disappear into the room that you assume is the bathroom, you text Hanbin, immediately asking him to pick you up. Suddenly, the night has turned bitter again. Only a honeyed voice could make it return to being sweet.

. . .

If you had a nickel for every time you thought about Kim Donghyun in the following days, you would be swimming in more money than your already wealthy family would ever need.

He haunts your dreams as much as he clouds your waking thoughts. The image of his normally wide, sparkling eyes hooded as they peered down into you is seared into your brain. The flex of his arm feels like it’s been tattooed behind your eyelids as it kept the distance between the two of you, a distance that you had so desperately wished to close.

You can’t help but imagine what would’ve happened if you did, if you were able to admit just how desperately you wanted him. You wonder if the desperation would bleed into the kiss you shared, or if it would be passionate and fiery like the constant bickering between the two of you. Would he continue to cage you against the wall, pressing further into your space until you were pressed flush against his body? Would you be able to feel the hard ridges of his stomach? Would his hips connect with yours as you got lost in the kiss, bodies meeting in a filthy gri—.

“It’s out!” Hanbin all but yells, interrupting your train of thought. “They’re about to air your interview with Kim Donghyun.”

You barely register Hanbin’s words before the television screen in front of you is flickering to life, bathing your face in a warm blue light. The title screen then cuts to the smiling face of the interviewer. The clip is angled so that it looks like she is smiling at both of her guests, but you remember exactly how her gaze was trained on one person only. The memory makes your blood boil.

Hanbin gushes with commentary and compliments as the highlights of the interview are aired on the news. It’s only when they move on to tales of some new humanitarian crisis in Western Europe that the man pulls out his phone, instantly scouring the internet for any mention of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he mumbles after a moment. “I don’t know if you’re going to love this or hate this.”

“What?”

Hanbin just sighs, handing over his phone. No matter how far you scroll, similar posts keep popping up, all focused on how good you and Donghyun would look as a couple. A queasy warmth overtakes your stomach as you continue to parse through the endless support of the fictional romance between the two of you. A reaction like this would only mean that tabloids will pick up on it soon, which would lead to nothing but more rumors.

You all but shove the phone back into Hanbin’s waiting hands, groaning loudly.

“The press is going to have a field day.”

“It was a simple interview,” Hanbin soothes. “There’s nothing for the press to pick up on. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You and Donghyun just have…chemistry.”

You can’t help but scoff in disbelief. “Chemistry? I fucking hate the guy.”

“No you don’t. Everyone can tell that you don’t.”

Before you can protest, a single buzz of your phone calls your attention. You reach for it with baited breath, just knowing that it’s a family member waiting to chew you out for ruining their global image. Instead, a familiar name flashes on your screen, their text notification inspiring a fresh wave of nausea to overtake you.

The whole world can see it, sweetheart. Why can’t you?

. . .

“Remember to be nice, Y/N,” Hanbin beams, snapping you out of your daydream. “Your parents want you to mingle as much as possible.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself the same way you do for every public appearance. This is no different, the annual United Nations Gala having been the same every time you attended. You arrive separately from your parents, who must walk the red carpet of the gala before settling in. You, on the other hand, are lucky enough to go through the back, settling into the venue with the other family members of global leaders.

You already know who will be there, and plan to keep to yourself despite Hanbin’s advice to mingle. Well, you’ll keep to yourself unless a certain someone has other plans; he always seems to.

No matter how much you had prepared yourself to see Donghyun, his beauty still takes you by surprise. He looks dashing in his all black suit, perfectly tailored to showcase the breadth of his shoulders and the length of his legs. It’s not too different from his interview outfit earlier in the week, but it stuns you all the same.

What is different, though, is the small smile he shoots you when he catches your gaze. It’s far from the annoyingly cocky smirk that you’re used to, or his diplomatic grin that is constantly plastered over every news outlet. His smile almost seems sheepish, as if he is revealing an embarrassing secret simply by letting the corners of his lips turn up. His rosy cheeks add to his shy and childish demeanor, which you instantly blame on the abundance of alcohol at the event.

You shake your head slightly, as if to physically shake the sight of him out of your head. The only thing you are able to do is turn the opposite way, scrambling towards the nearest table. You shove any thoughts of Kim Donghyun to the back of your mind as you prepare yourself for an excruciatingly long night.

It ends up feeling even longer than you expected. Every so often, you found your thoughts drifting back to Donghyun, back to the deep drawl of his voice or the plush pink of his bottom lip. You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind and forced yourself to pay attention as some foreign diplomat would go on and on about the humanitarian efforts in their country. Then you’d find yourself drifting, Donghyun seeping into your mind and clouding it with a thick fog.

It was a cycle, on and on until eventually the closing remarks were made. You sigh in relief as the program finally comes to a close, thankful for the opportunity to go home and get out of your stuffy attire. Just as you search the crowd for Hanbin, ready to begin your journey home, someone grabs your wrist, pulling you back ever so slightly.

“Not so fast,” a familiar voice calls, their hand spinning you so that you stand nose to nose. “I can’t just let you disappear on me.”

“I’m trying to go home, Donghyun.”

The man lets out a chuckle, as if endeared by your efforts. “No you’re not. You’re coming with me to Keita’s after party.”

“And why would I do that?”

The man finally releases your wrist, choosing to take a step further into your space. You’re suddenly cognizant of all the potential eyes on you. Not only are the press here, putting you in jeopardy of being plastered on the front page of every tabloid, but you’re surrounded by the world’s elite. People talk and rumors travel. The last thing you would want is to bring any sort of bad attention to your family.

“Because you want to,” Donghyun whispers, uncaring about the hundreds of people around you. “Because I want you to.”

“That’s all you want?”

Donghyun chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, that doesn’t even scratch the surface of what I want. So, you coming? My driver is out front.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hanbin lingering by the door. It should be so easy to say no and go home with your aid. It should be easy to brush Donghyun off and go about your night. But something swims in your stomach at your thought. In the end, you sigh, rolling your eyes before leveling Donghyun with a look.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

It ends up being much harder to feign disinterest in the confines of Donghyun’s car. There’s a partition up, separating you and Donghyun from the driver, providing you an unexpected amount of intimacy. You would think it’s a little presumptuous, if not for the way that Donghyun remains perfectly polite throughout the ride.

You’re expecting some fiery banter or obnoxious teasing, but Donghyun makes simple small talk as you ride through the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s almost as if the boy is being nice. You two have never even begun to venture into nice territory, leaving you at a loss for how to respond. You find yourself craving your normal dynamic of push and pull for the entire time, up until you reach your destination.

Keita’s after party looks like every after party you’ve ever attended, not quite anything special, from the people, to the drugs, to the music. It’s all so cookie cutter. The only thing that is new, however, is how Donghyun keeps you close to his side the entire night.

His hand remains firmly wrapped around your waist as you navigate the party, only releasing you to pour the occasional drink. It’s impossible to ignore the way people look at you, eyes trained on your permanent point of contact as they shoot you knowing smiles. It leaves heat flooding your cheeks the entire night, face stained with a permanent flush that only gets worse as you knock back drinks.

The worst part is that you don’t even hate it. You find it all too easy to melt into Donghyun’s embrace as you chat idly with a few acquaintances. Exchanging soft smiles when he whispers a snarky comment into your ear feels like second nature. As right as it feels, you can’t fight the swirl of conflict bubbling in your core. Whether it’s from the alcohol, or the man by your side, it reminds you just how wrong this should be.

Just hours ago, you were worried about the optics of even speaking to Donghyun. Now, however, you can’t seem to care about the fact that you look like a proper couple, which is all but forbidden in your world. It isn’t until later in the night, when the party is dying down, that you begin to wonder where this all started.

“Donghyun,” you whisper, “what are we doing?”

His soft hum rumbles through his body into yours. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what is all of this?” You motion to where his hand is poised firmly on your hip, unmoving as you both lean onto an adjacent wall. “You haven’t stopped touching me since we got here.”

“Do you not want me to? I can back off…” he trails off, slowly removing any point of contact.

Before he can get far, though, you find yourself reaching out, catching his wrist in a firm grip. It feels like second nature as you guide him back to the curve of your waist, shivering when you feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of your dress.

“No, that’s not—,” you take a deep breath. “Just, why?”

Donghyun seems conflicted for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut as he sighs. When he opens them, his grip on your waist tightens. With a swift tug, you stumble forward, only to stabilize yourself with your palms on his chest. The movement brings you nose to nose, the newfound closeness forcing you to go a little cross-eyed to maintain eye contact.

“Because, fuck, if you won’t admit it,” Donghyun swallows, his throat bobbing enticingly, “I will.”

“What?”

Donghyun’s voice comes out strained, borderline painful as he speaks. “I want you so bad. I haven’t ever wanted anyone as bad as I want you. Fuck, sweetheart, I have for years. And I know you think this is the alcohol talking, but I promise it’s not. Every time I see you and get to mess with you and you flirt back it’s like god. Everything about you is just so amazing and sexy and—,”

Donghyun’s lips remain frozen for a second as you blanket them with yours. It takes a beat, two, three, before his brain resets enough to realize that you’re kissing him. Because you’re kissing him. Kim Donghyun, the man that you hate. You’re kissing him.

You only part a few centimeters, leaving only enough space between your bodies for your mingling breaths.

“I want you, too,” you whisper, voice thick with nerves. “There. I admitted it.”

. . .

The second ride in Donghyun’s car is much less polite than the first. Instead of side by side, you sit straddling the man’s lap, dress hiked up dangerously high. The only seat belt you have is Donghyun’s hands, one firmly grasping at your ass while the other tilts your jaw downwards. Never had you been more grateful for a partition.

Kissing Donghyun is nothing like what you imagined it would be. Instead of the calm, gentle side that he likes to display to the public, this Donghyun is demanding. He licks into your mouth filthily, using his overwhelming strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. He parts every so often to bite into your plush bottom lip, smirking at the soft moans that leave your mouth every time. His kisses are demanding, taking everything he wants from you while giving you everything in return.

It’s only when his kisses trail down to the side of your jaw and neck that they grow more gentle, his plush lips teasing as they ghost over unmarked skin. You’re almost tempted to beg for a mark, to beg for longer lasting proof that this is real.

Donghyun wants you. Donghyun has you.

It’s his hands that dig into the meat of your thighs, grip strong and possessive. It’s his hips that roll up to meet yours in a stunted grind, the rhythm thrown off by the car hitting an occasional pothole. It’s his lips on yours. It’s his blonde strands that remain carded through your fingers.

You have him. You want him.

And for once, you have no problem admitting it.

.FIN.

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starriniqhts · 4 days ago

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.｡.:*☆ i fear no fate(for you are my fate) - taesan.

⋆｡°✩ pairing taesan x gn!reader wc 0.588k tw none genre fluffy fluff, established relationship, domestic author's note take a shot (of water) every time i say pretty 😭 this is actually the first thing i've written recently that im sharing... im a bit nervous haha 😅 inspired by taesan's pretty eyes and his pretty smile! (which he thinks doesn't look nice </3) title is from the poem [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings! (one of my favorites, def check it out!!) anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

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his eyes.

you always thought that was his prettiest feature. the crystal depths of his irises, the beautiful mix of onyx and obsidian and night sky that you could spend all day staring into.

and now, all you can see are those very colors, his eyes filling your vision.

in your periphery, you can see taesan’s lips pull up into a smile, his fingers tracing along your hairline as he toys with the locks of your hair. his eyes flick to your own from the edges of your face, then down to your mouth. it’s small, subtle - yet the movement sends a pang of emotion straight to your heart.

he’s so pretty. he’s so indescribably beautiful. his bright eyes, his lovely smile, his gentle touch on your skin. his laugh, warm and comforting. his embrace, the way he says your name, the look in his eyes when he sees you, the way his hand reaches for your body even subconsciously, even in sleep, even in every world. in every universe, he’s beautiful.

and yet he looks at you like you're the brightest star, the moon in the night sky, the treasure of his life.

you fall a little more in love every time, you think.

“y/n?” he whispers, his voice gentle and just barely loud enough for you to hear. and oh, he’s so pretty. you melt into his embrace, warm from the blankets and his arms and him. you can see the way he smiles a bit more when you do so, and dear god how can you be feeling butterflies from the smallest of actions? you feel so much love for him, you don't know what to do with it or where to place it. it’s overflowing, this emotion. it could drown the world if you aren't careful.

he tilts his head slightly, the sparkle in his eyes catching the light. “why are you looking at me like that, darling?”

to hell with the world. you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over the gentle rise of his cheeks, and press your lips to his.

it’s almost childish, like some teenager with a silly crush, the flutter of your heart when you feel him smile into the kiss. he draws you closer to his body, kissing you back, lips moving against yours in a way that sends sparks of warmth dancing through your veins. when you pull back, you meet his gaze - onyx and obsidian and night eyes blown wide, a hint of a rosy flush dusting his cheeks.

“pretty.”

the flush on his skin deepens when you speak, a shy smile pulling at his cheeks that sends you spiraling all over again. you want to kiss those cheeks, kiss the pretty flower hues of his skin. you want to kiss him again. you want him, forever.

“i love you,” you murmur, your fingers sliding up to brush back a few locks of his dark hair from his pretty, pretty eyes. “i love you so much."

taesan chuckles at that, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, and you have the urge to take a picture, capture the moment of his happiness in front of you and frame it in your mind forever. this is why i love you, you want to tell him. because you’re beautiful when you’re happy. because i want to protect you and your pretty smile, because you deserve it. you deserve love. you deserve to be happy.

you won’t tell him now. but someday, you will.

#boynextdoor #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #bnd fluff #taesan fluff #taesan x reader #boynextdoor imagines #bonedo fluff #bonedo x reader #boynextdoor taesan #taesan #bnd taesan

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eunandonly · 5 hours ago

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BOYNEXTDOOR WHEN YOU CRY DURING A MOVIE

i guess i sometimes get too invested in these fictional worlds ─── and it leaves me feeling . . . high and hollow

'𝐸 . bf!boynextdoor + fem. reader 810 · established relationship fluff reactions ୨୧ skinship, minor movie spoilers, tooth rotting fluff archive

은혜 : these dog movies be wrecking me oh lord have mercy ㅠㅠ movies get x10 sadder when it involves animals i can't be doing this

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

myung jaehyun

don’t worry about holding your tears in, because jaehyun is crying with you. how are you supposed to hold in your tears when the movie includes a dog and the undying loyalty between him and another character? there’s something about these dog movies that make both you and jaehyun so sad.

by the end of the movie, you and jaehyun are just hugging each other, sobbing into each other’s shoulders. jaehyun’s trying his very best to comfort you whilst he’s bawling, choking out “it’s okay, it’s okay” as he fumbles to find tissues to help you dry your tears whilst simultaneously trying to wipe away his own tears with his sleeve to no avail.

lesson of the day? hachi: a dog’s tale is not for the faint hearted.

park sungho

sungho’s hyper focused on the movie at first that he doesn’t notice when your eyes start to well up. but he turns to you in surprise when he hears a sniffle, asking, “wait, are you crying?” that sounds more concerned than teasing.

if you nod, he probably panics for a second, blurting “do you need a tissue? do you need me to pause the movie? should i-"

when you shake your head, sungho just rubs your back comfortingly, and ends up holding your hand and leaning into your side to listen and comfort you as you cry over kimi no na wa–they were so close to finding each other again. even though sungho thought he was fine during the movie, he finds himself staring at the tv screen with a strange feeling in him as he pats your back.

lee sanghyuk

riwoo picked to watch the green mile with you, since hey, it’s a classic, right? than he immediately regrets his choice when you start crying from the moment john coffery asks to not be in the dark. he asks if you want to pause the movie, and when you shake your head, he scoots closer to you so your head can rest on his shoulder.

riwoo holds your hand as you cry, trying his best to not cry with you because he knows you seeing him get teary will only make you sob harder. he sits through the movie with his jaws clenched, head leaned against yours as he checks on you from time to time, asking “you okay baby?”

riwoo’s devastated from the movie though, and he hugs you really tight when credits roll.

han dongmin

when taesan hears you sniffling as you two sit on the living room sofa watching a movie, he leans over to see if you’re really crying. when he sees your glassy eyes, he laughs and teases you, saying, “imagine crying over a movie.”

but when the tears spill over and you’re not just sniffling anymore but full on sobbing with your shoulders shaking and all as you ramble that “they can’t just forget each other like that’, taesan feels so bad and regrets making fun of you immediately. he’s quiet for a second, frozen in place as he tries to think of what to do. after a few seconds, taesan just wraps his arms around you and give you a hug. he lets you cry into his hoodie and pats your back consolingly as the final part of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind rolls around.

kim donghyun

leehan notices right away when your breathing changes, even before the tears fall. your body language is enough for him to know that you're getting emotional.

he doesn’t really say anything at first, just gently reaches over to grab your hand and give it a comforting squeeze. but when leehan sees a tear slip down your cheek, he probably feels a bit guilty that a movie he picked is making you cry. he really thought i am sam was just a sweet father-daughter movie, but yeah, well, whoops! he’s patting your back consolingly from the first courtroom scenes but he starts tearing up too when sam says “all you need is love”. he probably hugs you first because the scene makes him so upset.

kim woonhak

another member who’s crying with you. except woonhak is trying so hard to hide the fact he’s close to bawling his eyes out–he’s got to stay composed in front of you. when he sees your watery eyes, he goes “oh noooo :((((“ before pulling you into his arms immediately. when you start sobbing, woonhak can’t help but cry too. it's always the movies with the animals that do it for you two.

you both spend the rest of the movie in each other’s arms until the end. woonhak gets really defensive when you point out he cried too, and pretends he was fine the whole time. but hey, there was no reason for homeward bound: the incredible journey to be as sad as it was.

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loyasarchivee · 6 days ago

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Everything in Between cp2

Introduction: For Leehan, college was supposed to be a time of quiet routine; attending lectures, drinking too much iced coffee, and staying out of unnecessary drama. But life had other plans, or rather, his best friend Taesan, had other plans.

One day, he was just another freshman; the next, he was the guy everyone wanted to know. From meeting the ever-dramatic theater seniors, Jaehyun and Sanghyuk. Along came Woonhak, an overly enthusiastic Engineering major with too much energy and too many wild ideas, and Sungho, a sharp-tongued English major with a love for dramatic storytelling.

Yet, in a place where rumors spread faster than wildfire, and friendships are built on chaotic adventures, staying hidden, finding friendships, growing up and finding true love might just be the hardest challenge of all.

Genre: slice-of-life, college au, friendships, romance

Characters: BND members and original character will be mentioned as the story progresses.

Leehan stood at the mirror, buttoning up a loose shirt as Taesan groaned from the futon behind him.

"Why did I think an 8AM class was a good idea?" Taesan muttered, still half-buried under a blanket.

"Because you signed up for it five minutes before the system closed," Leehan replied, brushing his hair back.

"Don't remind me."

Leehan slipped on his sneakers and grabbed his tote bag from the back of the door. "You coming or not?"

Taesan peeked one eye open. "Do I have time for a five-minute nap before we leave?"

"You've been napping for seven hours. Get up."

Taesan groaned dramatically and rolled off the futon with the grace of a wounded animal. "I swear, I'm transferring to night classes next semester."

Leehan just shook his head and opened the window a little. The crisp morning air crept in—cool, sharp, and filled with the sounds of bicycles, footsteps, and someone blasting music from a balcony two floors above.

"Hey," Taesan said suddenly, pulling a hoodie over his head, "is it weird that I kinda like it here already?"

Leehan paused, glancing around their chaotic but cozy space. "No. Not weird."

Leehan and Taesan had managed to move into their new apartment—a snug, slightly worn two-bedroom flat tucked above a sleepy stationery shop. The floors creaked with every step, the heater made a soft whining noise when turned on, and the kitchen faucet had a mysterious dripping problem that came and went like a ghost. But still, it was theirs. A tiny kingdom of mismatched mugs, late-night instant ramen, and unspoken rules about who had to take out the trash (which, as of now, no one really followed).

Mornings were frantic. The chaos of getting ready for class usually involved Leehan brushing his teeth while Taesan stood half-asleep at the door, complaining about socks gone missing or lectures that started too early. Afternoons meant back-to-back lectures, running between buildings, and eating sandwiches on the go. And when evening rolled in, the two would drag their exhausted bodies to Café Veranda—aprons slung over one shoulder, eyes half-lidded, and caffeine cravings already blooming in their veins.

That particular Wednesday, the air was unusually crisp. Autumn had finally begun to stretch its limbs over the campus, turning the trees into living flames of gold and red. The café smelled like cinnamon syrup and roasted espresso beans when the bell above the door jingled with their arrival.

Leehan stepped in first, yawning into his sleeve. "I swear the lectures are getting longer."

"They're not," Taesan replied, dropping his backpack by the breakroom door. "You're just falling asleep with your eyes open."

Before Leehan could respond, they both froze.

Woonhak was behind the counter, gripping a milk pitcher like it held the secrets to the universe. His usual sunny expression was absent, replaced with a kind of dazed intensity.

"...Uh, Woonhak?" Taesan ventured.

The younger boy blinked rapidly, then looked up. "Oh. Hey. You guys won't believe what happened."

"Try us," Leehan said, hanging up his jacket.

"I met someone."

"You work at a café and go to class. Of course, you met someone."

"No, met met someone. She's in my strength of materials class. I think she might be... different."

Taesan snorted. "They're always different until you find out they're into your roommate."

Woonhak exhaled, setting the pitcher down like it weighed ten pounds. "I'm in love."

Leehan blinked. "It's 5 p.m."

Woonhak, utterly ignoring him. "She has this laugh—like a windchime in spring. Her hands are always covered in ink. She called me dude yesterday."

Leehan arched an eyebrow. "How poetic."

"She's perfect," Woonhak declared, eyes wide with hope and doom in equal parts. "But I don't know how to talk to her. Every time I try, I forget what words are."

"Oh, this is amazing," Taesan said, clapping his hands together. "Step aside, boys. It's time for Operation Heartbreak."

"I think you mean Operation Love," Sungho said from his corner seat, barely looking up from the book he was reading Wilde and the Aesthetics of Loneliness. He sipped his tea and added dryly, "But your name is probably more accurate."

At that moment, the bell above the café door rang again. Jaehyun walked in first, hair tousled and hoodie half-zipped, followed by Riwoo, carrying a camera bag and looking half-curious, half-bored.

"What are you talking about?" Jaehyun asked, strolling in like he owned the place—which, to be fair, he almost did emotionally. He plopped down into a chair backwards, arms slung over the backrest, and shot a look at the group. "You guys look like you're planning a heist."

"Close," Taesan replied with a glint in his eye. "We're planning a romantic intervention."

Riwoo followed, adjusting the strap of his camera bag before setting it down on a nearby table. "Please tell me this isn't another one of your schemes."

"Too late," Leehan said, already wiping down the espresso machine like it had wronged him in a past life. "You walked right into it."

"Woonhak's in love," Sungho supplied, eyes still glued to his book. "It's very tragic. Very Shakespeare meets student loan debt."

"Thanks for the support," Woonhak muttered, cheeks already flushed.

Riwoo raised a brow. "With who?"

"She's in my engineering class," Woonhak mumbled. "She has this way of laughing at circuit diagrams like they're private jokes. Her notes are always a mess. Ink everywhere."

"And she called him 'dude,'" Leehan added, deadpan. "It was a big moment."

"Dude?" Jaehyun repeated, looking impressed. "That's intimate."

"It is," Taesan nodded solemnly. "That's step one in the ancient language of love."

"Step two is ruining everything in public," Sungho said, flipping a page. "Which is where we're heading, apparently."

"I had a plan," Taesan said, hopping behind the counter and pulling out a notepad with dramatic flair. "Step one: Observation. We need intel. Where she sits, who she talks to, what brand of pens she uses, everything."

"She uses Muji," Woonhak said immediately, eyes serious.

There was a beat of silence.

"You're already in too deep," Leehan murmured.

"I hate how confident you are," Riwoo muttered, while eating the muffin.

"Step two," Taesan continued.

"Stage presence. Woonhak, you need to exist within five meters of her and not combust. We're gonna train that muscle."

"I'm not a muscle," Woonhak said, voice high.

"You're all muscle," Jaehyun said, patting his back like he was a prized racehorse. "Anxious, flailing muscle."

"I'll be the girl," Jaehyun volunteered, immediately pulling his hoodie over his head like a wig. "Hey Woonhak," he said in a high, nasal voice. "Can I borrow your calculator? I like your... graphing skills."

"Please stop," Leehan said.

"No, this is gold," Taesan whispered, watching with stars in his eyes.

"I think I'm going to pass out," Woonhak murmured.

"You're doing great," Jaehyun said, still in character. "Now tell me about Kirchhoff's Law, big boy."

"Stop," Leehan repeated louder, scrubbing a cup like it might disintegrate under the pressure.

"You two are insane," Leehan said, throwing a pillow at him.

"We are helping a junior in crisis," Taesan declared. "This is our duty."

"That's still better than Jaehyun's entire high school dating history." Sungho said.

"Hey, I was very popular in high school," Jaehyun protested.

"With the teacher who ran detention," Sungho said, going back to his page.

"Step three," Taesan went on, unfazed, "The accidental encounter. We choreograph the perfect moment somewhere casual. Library? Cafeteria? Maybe outside the engineering building"

"That sounds so creepy when you say it out loud," Riwoo muttered, taking out his camera.

"No," Taesan said, undeterred. "It's called strategic proximity. Write that down."

Jaehyun leaned toward Riwoo. "How long until this turns into a K-drama?"

"It already is one," Riwoo replied. "We're in the mid-season chaos arc."

Woonhak put his head in his hands. "I don't even know her that well. Maybe I'm just... infatuated."

Sungho didn't even look up this time. "Infatuation is love's younger, dumber cousin. Embrace it. He means well."

"She has a boyfriend," Woonhak suddenly added, like dropping a bomb into the center of the café.

Everyone froze.

Even the milk frother hissed in disbelief.

Jaehyun squinted. "Wait, are you serious?"

Woonhak shrugged helplessly. "I think. She mentioned someone named Minjae once."

Taesan dramatically tore the page from his notebook and threw it in the air. "Operation Windchime is officially on hold."

"No, it's not," Jaehyun said. "It's just upgraded to Operation Stealth Mode."

"That sounds morally questionable," Leehan said.

"Everything we do is morally questionable," Riwoo muttered. "You work in a café that charges eight bucks for oat milk."

Sungho gave a long sigh. "I really should've transferred schools."

From the couch, Woonhak beamed. "You guys are the best hyungs ever."

"Don't make it weird," Jaehyun muttered.

"You're all going to scare her away before he even says hello," Sungho sighed, setting down his book. "How is this worse than the time Jaehyun tried to flirt with the girl who was collecting recycling?"

"She smiled at me!" Jaehyun defended. "With both teeth."

"I think she was wincing," Riwoo said.

"And then you tripped over the bin," Sungho added, expression blank. "It was like slapstick from the 1950s."

Woonhak slumped forward onto the counter with a groan. "Maybe I should just focus on my assignments..."

"No way," Taesan declared. "We don't give up on love here."

"So overpriced," Riwoo echoed, pulling out his phone. "Alright, if we're doing this, I'll need a code name for her."

"Call her 'Windchime,'" Leehan said flatly.

Sungho nearly choked on his tea.

"Perfect," Riwoo typed it down. "Target: Windchime."

Maybe Woonhak's crush wouldn't go anywhere.

Maybe it would.

Next day was a crisp morning, the kind that felt like a fresh page waiting to be written on. The sun filtered through the thinning leaves, casting lazy shadows across the benches scattered around the courtyard. Students milled about, chattering, scrolling, sipping coffee from paper cups. Among them sat Woonhak, nervously fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie as he glanced every few seconds at the entrance.

"Okay," Taesan said from behind a bush, not even joking.

"She usually walks through here around 10:15."

Leehan blinked at him. "Are you hiding in shrubbery?"

"Strategic proximity," Taesan whispered, peeking through the leaves like a nature documentary host.

"We need to monitor the encounter from all angles."

Jaehyun lounged nearby on a bench, earbuds in, hoodie up, pretending to be casual. Riwoo had taken position on the second-floor balcony of the adjacent building, camera in hand, not to film, of course, but to "study body language," he claimed. Sungho, meanwhile, sat cross-legged under a tree with a book of poetry and the expression of someone enduring great spiritual suffering.

Woonhak gulped. "What do I even say if she comes by?"

"You say hi," Leehan said flatly, arms crossed.

"That's it? Just hi?"

"Yes. And maybe don't mention her hands or windchimes."

Woonhak looked mildly offended. "Those are good metaphors."

"No," Sungho said without looking up, "they're symptoms of your impending meltdown."

At exactly 10:16, she appeared.

Yejin, tall, smart, perpetually ink-stained from her sketching notes and doodles on math handouts, walked across the courtyard with two friends. Her laugh rang out, and Woonhak sat up straighter like he'd been electrified.

"There she is," Taesan whispered. "It's go time. Hawk is in motion. Repeat, hawk is in-"

"Taesan," Leehan warned, "if you keep talking in code, I will actually leave."

Woonhak stood up.

His legs didn't feel like legs. They felt like chopsticks made of old wood. He forced one foot in front of the other, holding his coffee cup like it might shield him from public embarrassment.

"Hey," he said, voice cracking halfway through the word.

Yejin turned. Her friends kept walking, but she paused, adjusting her bag strap.

"Oh-hi," she said with a small smile.

Woonhak blinked. She had noticed him. This was already leagues beyond his usual progress. He took a breath.

"I, uh, noticed you dropped your pen last class," he said, digging into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a sleek black pen.

Her eyes widened. "Oh my God, I thought I lost that. Thank you!"

He handed it over, his fingers brushing hers just slightly. She tucked her hair behind her ear, clearly pleased.

"I like your jacket," she added, and just like that, she was gone—walking off with her friends again.

Silence.

Woonhak stood there, blinking into the morning light.

"Did she compliment me?" he whispered.

"Mission accomplished!" Jaehyun whooped from the bench, scaring a pigeon.

"I got it all!" Riwoo yelled from above, raising his camera like a trophy.

Taesan popped up from the bush, leaves in his hair. "You absolute legend!"

Leehan looked grudgingly impressed. "Not bad."

Even Sungho gave a slow, sarcastic clap. "Congratulations. You've exchanged two full sentences with a real human female."

Woonhak sank onto the bench, stunned. "She smiled at me. She liked my jacket. She touched my hand."

Jaehyun grinned. "Bro, you're basically married now."

"Don't scare him," Leehan muttered.

Taesan threw an arm around Woonhak's shoulder. "This is just the beginning. Now we enter Phase Two."

"No more phases," Leehan said.

"I'll allow one more," Sungho said, turning the page. "As long as it doesn't involve hiding in shrubbery again."

They spent the rest of their day shuffling between classes. Taesan nodding off during a media studies lecture, Leehan scribbling meticulous notes he'd probably rewrite later, and Woonhak, still floating somewhere between reality and a world where Yejin might one day look at him like he wasn't just background noise in a crowded lecture hall.

By the time the final lecture ended, their feet hurt, their backpacks felt heavier than they should, and all of them were ready for that strange kind of peace that came from their part-time haven.

Now it was time to work, and maybe, in between customers and clinking cups, find a moment to just... breathe.

The bell above the café door jingled softly as they stepped inside. The warm glow of the hanging Edison bulbs greeted them like an old friend. The scent of roasted beans and vanilla syrup wrapped around them instantly, soothing in a way none of their professors' voices had been that day.

Woonhak entered like a man reborn.

"I feel changed," he declared, apron slung over one shoulder like a cape. "Do I look changed?"

"You look like you haven't blinked since morning," Leehan said, sipping his americano behind the counter. "Is that caffeine or delusion?"

"Let him live," Taesan said, tying his apron around his waist with flair. "The man faced the battlefield of love and came back victorious."

Sungho, polishing glasses by the sink, raised an eyebrow. "He returned from a battlefield with a compliment on his jacket and the brush of fingers."

"Which is more than you got from the poetry club mixer," Taesan shot back.

"I wasn't trying to flirt," Sungho replied coolly. "I was analyzing the death of romanticism."

"Maybe that's why you're still single."

"I choose loneliness," Sungho said.

"Keep telling yourself that."

Jaehyun arrived ten minutes late, holding two bubble teas and looking entirely unbothered by time. He handed one to Riwoo, who had already set up his laptop on the staff table and was uploading the footage from earlier.

"I can't believe you filmed that," Woonhak said, hovering over him like an eager fan. "Do I look calm?"

"You look like you're about to faint," Riwoo said, sipping his tea.

"But in a charming way," Jaehyun added helpfully.

Sungho was already there, sitting behind the counter with a cup of matcha and a book that looked denser than any of their required reading. He glanced up as they entered, eyes flicking from their tired expressions to the lovestruck glaze still lingering in Woonhak's.

"You survived," he said dryly, flipping a page. "That's more than I expected."

Taesan dropped his rag behind the counter and sighed dramatically. "Barely. Our boy here nearly confessed his soul after third period."

"I didn't confess anything," Woonhak muttered, tugging his apron over his head. "I just... answered a question. About bread."

"Which you're allergic to," Leehan reminded him, pulling on his own apron with practiced indifference. "That's a strong strategy."

"Bold move," Sungho murmured, "falling in love and dying for it. Very Shakespearean."

The shift began with its usual rhythm, machines hissing, milk frothing, cups clinking gently against saucers. They worked in easy rhythm, no longer thinking about it. Taesan pouring hearts into cappuccino foam, Leehan wiping down the counters with the kind of quiet focus that came from a need to do something, and Woonhak nearly forgetting the order halfway through making a mocha when Yejin's laugh replayed in his head like a song stuck on loop.

The café filled slowly; students with laptops, couples sharing desserts, tired professors grading papers in the corners. The usual lull between rushes offered brief chances to lean against counters, steal sips of each other's drinks, and talk nonsense.

"I'm just saying," Jaehyun said, stealing a cookie from the display, "She laughed, you've got a shot. Girls don't laugh for no reason."

"Maybe she was laughing at me," Woonhak replied, a little too seriously.

"Then make her laugh again," Riwoo called from his table without looking up. "Humor is just survival with flair."

Leehan sighed, resting his chin in his palm as he leaned across the counter. "I thought I signed up for a part-time job, not a romantic comedy."

Outside, the sky deepened into a dusky lavender, stars starting to blink awake. Inside, laughter spilled out between orders, and warmth radiated from every corner not just from the drinks or the lights, but from something quieter, something slower.

Then like fate had pressed enter on a plot twist the door chimed again.

And she walked in.

Yejin.

She looked around, slightly hesitant, until her eyes landed on Woonhak. She smiled. "Oh! You really do work here."

Woonhak froze. "Uh."

Leehan sighed and reached over the counter to gently push Woonhak toward her. "Go," he whispered. "Before your brain turns to static."

Taesan abandoned his tray mid-delivery and ducked behind the pastry case like a spy. Jaehyun elbowed Riwoo. Sungho closed his book with the solemnity of a priest preparing to witness sin.

"I was in the area," Yejin said. "And I remembered you mentioned a café job, so I thought I'd stop by. Also..." She held up a pen his pen. The sleek black one. "I think this one's yours."

Woonhak took it like it was sacred. "Thank you."

A pause.

"Can I get a cappuccino?" she asked, voice soft.

Woonhak blinked. "With...with foam?"

"...Yes?"

"I mean yes! Yes, absolutely. Foam. All the foam you want."

She laughed.

And the sound was just like he remembered, like windchimes in spring.

He turned to the espresso machine, hands slightly shaking. "Guys... how do you make foam again?"

From behind the counter, a dozen fingers pointed and gestured like traffic conductors. Leehan walked over to casually elbow him aside and began preparing the drink, while Woonhak stood there, dazed but smiling.

"She came here," he whispered.

"She came for you," Taesan whispered back dramatically.

"She returned the pen," Jaehyun added. "That's romance novel-level symbolism."

Sungho crossed his arms. "If she writes her number on a napkin next, I'm leaving."

But Yejin didn't write anything, at least not yet. She took her cappuccino with a soft thank-you and a smile just for Woonhak.

"I'll see you in class," she said.

And with that, she was gone.

But this time, Woonhak didn't sit down and swoon.

He just grinned wide, lopsided, and utterly lovesick.

"Guys," he said, "I think I'm doomed."

"No," Leehan said, handing him a towel to wipe the foam he had accidentally gotten on his face, "you're just getting started."

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ihangelic · 3 months ago

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PAS DE PUNK ╱ h.taesan

you and taesan go together like classical music and rock: not at all. but similar to the way taesan keeps getting piercings, there’s something about the way he gets under your skin that you kind of like— and you’re too proud to admit why you keep coming back for more.

pair ; punk!taesan x ballerina!reader

genre ; smut (with plot), fluff?, rock band au, enemies to lovers

warnings ; fem!reader, taesan has piercings (including tongue), arguing (flirting), some jealousy, ‘make me shut up’ kiss, confessing of feelings, petnames (mostly princess), lots of mentions of taesan’s hands & rings, dom!taesan, bratty/sub!reader, thigh riding, praise, degr*dation, bre*st play, begging, a little sp*nking, no prep, piv

wc ; 8k

playlist ; smells like teen spirit by nirvana / sugar we’re goin down by fall out boy / a little death by the neighbourhood / punk rock princess by something corporate / she’s kinda hot by 5sos / good girl by thomas larosa / s*xtape by deftones / closer by nine inch nails / all i really want is you by the marías

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note ; happy new year!! idk if it’s unhinged to make a playlist for a smut fic but i couldn’t help myself ><. i avoided using lesser-known ballet terms for non-dancers to understand (aka me), but also tried to make it enjoyable for dancers to read. hopefully i was successful lol.

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dancing along with the music of l’oiseau bleu is practically impossible when it sounds like a rock concert is taking place in the room just across from you.

lowering to stand flat footed in your pointe shoes, you raise your hands to your face, pinching your nose bridge in frustration as you try and resist the growing urge to pull your hair out.

the obnoxious sound of drums, a bass’s low rumble, and an electric guitar’s higher tune rings in your ears— drowning out any of your more rational thoughts until you’re left with only rage.

you try your best to block it out, to take a moment to breathe and try to get a controlled hold over your emotions— and you think it may work after you cover your ears with your own hands, the sound of the instruments still audible but sounding more distant. then the teeth gritting noise of a cymbal pierces through the barrier of your hands and it’s almost like it’s a sound effect for the way your train of thought shatters, letting out a sigh that sounds much more like an animalistic scream before stomping over to your phone and turning off the music.

power walking out of the dance studio and to the very unfortunately placed neighboring rental space, you don’t even have to turn the knob as you look through the glass door. the raging bitch face you wear is absolutely effortless as you mean-mug all three ‘problems’ in the room; ‘problems’ that drip in leather, distressed or patched fabric, spikes, and way too oversized jeans. you’re about to feel acquainted with the three men as this situation seems to occur more and more often.

foam panels are stuck to the walls; black cords are neatly coiled or in squiggly lines across the floor; and of course there’s guitars, a drum set, and microphones everywhere.

finally you catch the eyes of the long, blond haired drummer— and that gives you enough incentive to open the door and barge in like you own the place.

“could you be any louder?” you rhetorically ask, but it goes unheard as two of the men sing passionately into their microphones, eyes closed and hands working the strings of their guitars while the drummer keeps playing his drums— all while staring at you with a relaxed, barely inquisitive face.

“could you be any louder!” you shout, the end of the sentence awkwardly fading in volume when there's a screech from one of the guitars and everything goes quiet.

the two seeming vocalists turn their heads to look at you, all three men now staring while you stand, clearly bothered as your hands are on both sides of your hips and your chest heaves with deep breaths of frustration.

“well…” the dark haired, taller one begins— and your expression only sours more as you’re already familiar with how snarky and full of himself he can be. “you’re the one yelling.”

you let out an appalled scoff, unable to help the way your eyes roll as you’re angered even more by how that only seems to make the man smirk.

“if someone has to yell just for you to hear them that means you’re the loud one.”

“you sure about that, princess?” he asks, quirking a pierced brow. your impending explosive response must be visible as the shorter statured one interrupts for damage control.

“w— we’re sorry!” he starts, speaking on his friends behalves. the blond’s expression never changes as he stares at your fuming face, while the darker haired looks like he’s about to protest— but the other continues before he has the chance. “look..we got off on the wrong foot and…”

the way his hands float in front of him, bass hanging against his chest by the strap— it only adds to how lost he looks on what to do, and it makes you feel kind of bad. (for him at least.)

you’re about to start apologizing when he’s suddenly reaching his hand out towards you.

“i’m riwoo.” he introduces, then gestures over to the other two men. “this is taesan and leehan.”

“…y/n” you say somewhat sheepishly, a bit of your shame coming back at the politeness of the bassist you now know as riwoo.

previously you’d only knock aggressively at their door to ask them to shut up, a few times popping your head in when that didn’t work to snappily ask them to please try and keep it down at least a little. you’ve never actually had a full conversation with them before— or an argument...whatever this exchange of words could be classified as.

“unfortunately we can’t really be any quieter. we have to practice for a gig we got coming up—“

“isn’t your little dance school supposed to be closed now anyway?” taesan abruptly interrupts, yet again grinding your gears with the snarky way he says the words ‘dance school’.

“it’s closed for classes, but the rooms can be used for practice up until eleven pm.” you provide smartly, catching yourself before you scrunch your nose in disgust at him.

“we try to keep the noise at a minimum if we’re here at prime hours,” riwoo cuts in again, attempting to explain gently. “but past that…” he trails off, shoulders shrugging as he gives you a sympathetic look.

you process his words, how he really is seemingly trying to help you out here, before sighing softly as your hand raises to press into your increasingly aching temple.

“do you have to use your amps?” you ask, raising a hand to point at one.

“did you not hear him? we have a show to do, we need to practice as best as we can. so yes, we have to use our amps.” taesan firmly states, over enunciating like you can’t hear. his brows are slightly furrowed as his previous amusement is completely gone, a flame of annoyance now in his eyes.

you let your hand defeatedly fall and slap against your bare thigh, taesan’s eyes glancing down at your leg for the smallest of moments before looking back up to glare at you.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” you bite at him, sick of his selfish attitude as you turn your body fully in his direction, crossing your arms.

“wxnder.” he dryly states, making your head tilt in confusion and absolute impatience.

“huh?”

“wonder— but like, with an ‘x’. that’s our band name.” leehan provides, throwing you off as you’re momentarily sidetracked by how deep and smooth his voice is. (are all these men vocalists? also, with an ‘x’— how cheesy can they be?)

“you should come watch us perform.” he smiles widely, eyes creasing and everything. you’re yet again thrown off as he speaks to you with such casual friendliness as though you haven’t practically yelled at all of them and continue to seethe at his guitarist like you want to rip his throat out.

“uh, i…”

“i’m sure miss priss has other things she’d rather do, like dance to swan lake in a feather tutu or something.” taesan finishes your sentence for you, conjuring a string of curses to lace your tongue.

“shut the f—“

“bye, twinkle toes.” he waves you off dismissively, grabbing the neck of his guitar by his multiple ringed fingers as he directs his attention back to his instrument and mic.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.” riwoo adds somewhat shyly, adjusting the strap of his instrument as well— though much more apologetically.

“see ya’, y/n!” leehan calls before picking up his drumsticks and twirling them in his hands, looking up to taesan for his cue. you watch him cock his chin, the sudden rhythmic pounding of leehan’s drums making you flinch before taesan and riwoo start playing their strings again.

riwoo’s voice starts out soft before slowly raising in volume and you’re shocked by his melodic vocals that contrast so satisfyingly well with the rock instrumentals.

still disgruntled but more off put than anything, you don’t know what more to do than shuffle out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you stare at the air in front of you.

well, guess it’s time to find some earbuds that are sound and pirouette proof.

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you got it. you got the lead role.

all the extra (maybe slightly excessive) practicing, late nights and frustration (which would be a lot less if there wasn’t a band next door) paid off.

you’re playing as princess aurora for your dance studio’s performance of ‘the sleeping beauty’, which will be showing at a local theatre next month.

jaehyun, your good friend and fellow dancer who’s always making you smile and lightening sullen moments during classes— is your dance partner, playing as prince désiré.

the second the both of you found out you got lead roles, jaehyun was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, insisting that you go out tonight to celebrate.

which is why you find yourself by jaehyun’s side at ‘sundown lounge’, your favorite bar and hang out spot.

“you look good, by the way!” jaehyun attempts to speak over the loud karaoke, leaning a little closer to your ear as you weave through the crowd.

“thanks!” you turn your head to smile at him over your shoulder, hoping your iridescent eyeshadow twinkles under the lights how you wanted it to.

“you do too.” you compliment before someone’s elbow is jabbed into your stomach, squishing yourself against the wall as you and jaehyun try to make it to the bar to order some drinks. “why is it so busy tonight?”

“i don’t know, maybe it’s happy hour!” jaehyun suggests hopefully, but when you finally reach the counter his theory is proven wrong when you’re told everything’s its original price. regardless, you sip on a strawberry margarita while jaehyun holds a glass of something that looks like muddy water before deciding where to sit.

“wanna go there, near the stage?” he asks, pointing over to a table that’s very near the performance area. you’d rather not have to hear a drunk girl sloppily sing a britney spears song right in your ears but jaehyun finds it hilarious, often unable to resist curling in on himself while giggling uncontrollably— and that always makes you laugh. so you nod your head, jaehyun grabbing your hand to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd before leading you to the table.

there’s only two more songs played before the dj hops on the stage, speaking into the mic. “karaoke will be ending as it’s time for the band of tonight to take the stage. give us a few minutes while the performers are setting up!”

some people in the crowd hoot and holler excitedly as jaehyun turns his head to you. “i wonder what type of band will be playing tonight, last weeks was pretty good.”

“it’s punk rock!” a girl excitedly butts in from the table right next to yours, having accidentally overheard your conversation.

“a rock band?” you ask, somewhat groaned in annoyance as you now have a personal vendetta against the genre. but your tone goes completely unnoticed by the girl as her eyes continue to sparkle with enthusiasm.

“yeah! their music’s really good and they’re all super hot, my favorite one plays the electric guitar.”

“what’s their name?” jaehyun asks, curiosity evidently sparked.

“wxnder!” she answers, and your brows furrow with the familiarity of it. where have you heard that name before?

the girl’s head turns at a sound and her mouth drops open, a small uproar caused as some people in the crowd shriek and cheer. the unexpected noise has you flinching before looking towards the stage— and your jaw drops too, but not in a good way.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” you say to yourself in shock, watching as riwoo sits down his amp and plugs it into the wall.

“what?…what!” jaehyun whisper-yells, grabbing onto your arm to try and get your attention.

leehan appears next, sitting down behind the drum set that’s already on stage and wagging his head to adjust his hair, causing another small wave of squeals.

then a broad back covered by a black leather jacket abstracts your view, and he doesn’t even need to turn around for you to know who he is— but he does anyway. the way taesan almost immediately catches your gaze amongst the crowd is infuriating, smirking while glancing down at how close your table is to the stage before looking teasingly into your eyes again.

and it makes you pissed, unbelievably so— yet you feel your cheeks burn as you can’t help but think about how hot he looks, the stage lights glinting off his lip ring and drawing your eyes towards them.

have his lips always been so…plump?

taesan winks at you before looking down to tune his guitar, hands gripping the neck of it. veins pop out from the contours of his knuckles; long, thick fingers adorned with silver rings picking at the strings.

fuck…

“y/n?” jaehyun tries again, and you finally respond with the shake of your head, downing the remainder of your drink like it’s a shot.

“it’s nothing.” you insist.

after a few minutes of setting up, tuning, and making sure everything’s in order; taesan introduces the group (not that he exactly needs to, since it seems the bar is full of their fans), saying that their opening song will be ‘take my tears’, a song he wrote himself.

usually you and jaehyun talk throughout a band's live performance, as they’ll be playing all night— but you can’t seem to look away as you listen to the lyrics and how they perform.

it’s entrancing— much different than when you’re trying to ignore them through the studio walls. the song is somewhat emotional, beautiful; yet it also has such a fun and freeing feel. or maybe it’s just the way they sing it— how taesan sings it, his body grooving and head nodding to the beat of their sound. the lyrics aren’t what you’d expect from him— the guy you thought he was, and it leaves you wondering what more there is to him that you wouldn’t expect.

your heart skips a beat, and you’re not sure if it’s just the thrill of the rock music or if it’s because of him; the annoying, pompous punk who suddenly looks so sexy when he’s performing. (and never any other time. definitely not.)

you’ve just finished your second margarita and are a little buzzed by the time their set is finished, the night passing faster than you realized.

jaehyun is eating on a basket of fries, yapping away so fervently that he doesn’t even notice how you’ve gotten up from the table and are approaching taesan— who again locks eyes with you as he walks down the steps of the stage to meet you halfway.

“so, what did you think?” he asks, a little out of breath from the long performance, having had no breaks in between songs.

he stands closely so you can hear him— and it’s enough for you to smell his cologne; to see the way sweat clings to the skin of his neck; deep breaths coming out in puffs as his chest expands. something about it all has an effect on you— or maybe it’s something in the air, because taesan doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, admiring your legs in your denim mini skirt.

“you..you guys were amazing.” you compliment, sounding a little out of breath yourself.

taesan makes a ‘hm’ sound, faintly smiling at you while biting his lip— and you swear you see the glint of metal on his tongue.

your body heats up as you wonder if his tongue is pierced too, what kind of things he could do to you with it, what it would feel like against your skin— before you frantically try and dismiss the increasingly dirty thoughts, reminding yourself that the man you’re fantasizing about is right in front of you.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.” taesan says, speaking in a teasing tone that you swear seems flirty paired with the slight quirk of his brow.

“how’d you even know we’d be here? did you stalk us, princess?”

okay, surely that was flirting, right?

you’re about to playfully roll your eyes, paired with a smart little comment and deny that’d you’d ever be interested enough to ‘stalk’ them— until the girl that spoke to you about wxnder earlier suddenly appears, putting herself between you and taesan.

“you were absolutely amazing, taesan.” the girl croons, confidently placing her hand on his forearm as she leans all up in his personal space.

and you expect him to shrug her off, either politely or not-so politely establish some distance between them. but again, he surprises you— in a way you absolutely hate.

he smirks at her, in just the same way he did to you just moments ago— and leans even closer to her face, unneededly close.

“aren’t you sweet. thank you so much.”

“no problem.” the girl smiles cattily, clearly enjoying the attention.

something in your heart burns, and that familiar feeling of uncontrollable annoyance comes back even worse than before.

“do you think i could get your autograph?”

“sure, princess.” taesan answers lowly— and that does it.

without even feeling the urge to look back and see that girl all over him, you’re gone, picking up a drunk jaehyun by his arm.

“wh— where are we going?” jaehyun drunkenly slurs, eyes glossed over as they look at you.

“to get an uber home.” you answer firmly, eyes hard as you once again weave through the crowd.

you feel eyes on your back, but you ignore it until you get to the door, turning your head as jaehyun leans half of his body weight against you. even amongst all the faces, you and taesan’s eyes meet easily, his arm now slung around the girl’s waist as she whispers something in his ear.

his lips are in that same smirk— like he’s taunting you, and you scoff, dragging jaehyun and yourself out of the bar.

you can’t believe you were actually feeling into him— but you surely don’t have to worry about that now.

he’s just confirmed that he is in fact what you thought he was: an absolute ass and a cocky player who sings on stage to get girls in his bed.

well, fuck him. he can get his dick wet with anyone he wants but it sure as hell won’t be you.

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the very next day you’re back at the dance studio, rehearsing for the upcoming performance.

jaehyun whines the whole day, saying that it’s somehow your fault that he got drunk off his ass— but despite that, he does incredibly well during class. you do also, but unbeknownst to you, your friend wonders why you seem so tense— like something has been bothering you all day.

“shouldn’t you go home and rest, y/n?” jaehyun asks you at the end of class hours. everyone else is packing up their totes and leaving, yet you’re stood at the ballet barre doing leg exercises.

“i’ll be fine. practice makes perfect.” you insist, keeping your eyes on your form in the mirrored wall.

“well..just don’t overwork yourself, okay?” jaehyun sweetly tells you, and you flash him a thankful smile through the mirror.

“don’t worry, yunie, i wont. see you tomorrow.”

if it weren’t for the absolute beast you’re known to be in the studio, jaehyun would force you out of your pointe shoes and drag you home himself— but you don’t seem even a little bit tired, and it appears as though you have some steam to blow off.

so jaehyun and you exchange goodbyes before he leaves you in the empty classroom. (yes, completely empty— aside from the lady at the front desk. no one is as obsessive as you to want to stay even another second practicing when you already have for the whole day— on a saturday night, no less.)

you spend the next thirty minutes going over the steps you learned today that you don’t have down perfectly yet, having small cool downs in the form of stretching in between.

‘entrée d’aurore’ is still playing on your phone when you hear the distant voices of what must be the front desk lady and someone else speaking. you wonder if somebody has returned to get some extra practice in as well, and as you hear footsteps approaching, you remain sitting on the floor doing toe touches.

the door to the classroom opens, echoing slightly in the big, empty space— you lift your head to see someone who definitely is not a part of the sleeping beauty cast.

“y/n?” taesan says somewhat quietly, eyes looking around the big room that only holds one ballerina, who looks small in comparison to the high ceilings and vacant space.

your eyebrows furrow, somewhat irritated to see him while also being surprised— not only by his presence but by the unfamiliar way he almost looks sheepish: barely taking a few steps inside the classroom, looking around like he expects someone or yourself to scold him and kick him out.

“…don’t tell me you auditioned.” you joke, although it’s said casually. your eyes only scrutinize him for a second before you look back down to your own hands as you stretch them across your straightened legs and to your toes.

taesan has seen you a handful of times when you’re in your casual practice wear, but what you’re clad in for an official performance class is a little different. you’re wearing a black leotard with a little mesh skirt, a cropped shirt overtop, tights, and black leg warmers.

you look..really cute. even when you’re pretending to ignore him.

“no. the lady at the front desk said you were in here.” he explains lamely, all his usual snarky remarks not coming to his thoughts as he watches you in your element.

“good. i don’t want to see you in tights anyway. not your aesthetic.”

“sure you don’t.”

your head snaps to look at him before you can think not to react, cheeks heating up as you see the twinkle in his eyes and the small smile he tries to conceal by pressing down his lips.

you sigh as though you’re bothered— because you are— obviously…and get up from your floor stretches to walk over to the ballet barre again. taesan follows you.

“i don’t know why you’re here but i’m practicing. you should leave.”

“who was that with you at the bar last night?”

your cold indifference is broken at the unexpected question, your expression clearly confused as you look at the man standing beside you in the mirrored wall.

“what, jaehyun? he’s my friend. he wanted to go out to celebrate our castings. y’know, for the performance i’m trying to practice for right now?”

“so it was a date.” taesan remarks, eyes hardening right in front of you— and there’s that angered burn in your chest again, your hands squeaking from how tightly they hold onto the barre as your expression turns sour.

“who i date isn’t any of your business to speculate. i haven’t asked you what you and that fangirl got up to last night, have i?” you snap, raising a challenging brow at him— but it only makes him shake his head in unbelief, staring at you like you’re an absolute idiot.

“what? y/n, i don’t even know her name.”

“yes, well, i’m not surprised over that. i’m guessing it’s not very important for you to learn a girl’s name— as long as you’re in between her legs by the end of the night.”

his hand is on your shoulder, turning you around to face him abruptly as he stands closely, right in front of you.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you think i fucked her?”

“i don’t want to know what you di—“

“shut the fuck up.” taesan orders, his fingers curling over your wrists making you wonder when they got there in the first place.

“make me.” someone (you?) says, and then you feel the cold press of taesan’s lip ring against your mouth.

it’s firm at first: the way his lips slam into yours, how both of your expressions still look pissed off at each other, even with both of your eyes closed. but eventually you seem to realize that taesan is actually kissing you— and then you’re melting into him, sighing as you feel his touch soften in response.

his kiss quickly turns demanding, lips moving against yours in pursuit of your taste. you squeak when his teeth bite at your bottom lip, not knowing you’ve fallen right into his trap until his tongue has already seized the opportunity and invaded your mouth. turns out you weren’t wrong when you thought you spotted a ball stud piercing on taesan’s tongue, you can most definitely feel it when he brushes it against your own appendage.

your head is pushed against the mirror from his vigor and you whimper, never having felt so dominated simply by a man’s kiss; taesan explores your mouth like he owns it, like it’s his, and it makes your core pulse, a flicker of neediness growing.

the rough groan he lets out as his hands move to roam and grasp at your waist hints at his possessiveness, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin material of your leotard.

“didn’t fuck her. didn’t want to.” he murmurs between the eager movements of his lips. “just wanted to make you jealous.”

“wh— why?” you manage breathily, taesan pressing his body against yours as your hands move to brace yourself on the barre.

“because i like you, y/n.” he smiles and huffs in disbelief at your denseness.

“i want to take you on a date— whether you let me between your legs or not.” he smirks, referring to your earlier harsh remark and making you cringe at the reference.

“i…i’d like that.” you say shyly, looking at him through your lashes. “the date— and..and the other thing too.”

“the other thing?” taesan repeats, confused as you only avoid his gaze, not further explaining— but funnily enough, your sudden bashful attitude is what makes it click in his mind.

“princess?” he experimentally calls, pleased when you automatically lift your head to look at him. his tongue unconsciously peaks out to play with his lip ring as he cockily grins, hand creeping up from your waist to pinch your chin between his fingers.

“why don’t you be a big girl and tell me what you mean?”

your nose crinkles, a pathetic attempt at defiance amidst your embarrassment. taesan’s other hand pinches the tender skin of your thigh, causing you to flinch and whimper at the slight pain as he makes a disapproving sound under his breath.

“come on, y/n. be good or i won’t give you what you want.”

“i— i want you...i meant—”

taesan does anything but go easy on you, eyes dark with mischief as he lowers his head to nibble at your neck. you squeeze your thighs together, looking for relief from the way your pussy now pulses prominently.

his hands move in tandem, one cradling along your jawline while the other brushes up and down your thigh, making you annoyed at your tights with how they keep you from feeling the cold brush of his rings against your skin.

you want them off. you want taesan to take them off. so you admit it.

“want you to fuck me. please, taesan.”

“awe,” he coos. “aren’t you a sweet one.”

you swear the tone in which he says those words turn you into goo, your hands releasing the barre to desperately hold onto his shirt.

“please.” you beg, finding yourself only wanting more praise— more of him— just anything he’s willing to give you.

taesan is able to identify the look in your eyes, staring at your lips and leaning down so slowly, making you whine at his teasing until he finally grants you mercy and kisses you again.

it’s dirtier than before: a lot more spit, moans, and movement from both of your tongues. taesan’s leg leans against the wall between your thighs, and whether it was his purpose to give you relief or not, you take the opportunity and hesitantly grind your core against his ripped jeans.

the pleasure is immediate, sending a tingle up your spine that has you arching against his chest, forgetting any shame as you begin to earnestly grind your hips against him. the thin layers covering your core paired with the roughness of taesan’s denim creates a wonderful friction, feeling how wet you’ve become in your panties.

“shit, you’re such a slut for it.” taesan remarks in genuine awe after breaking the kiss to watch the little show you’re putting on. his eyes take in every movement, from the way you rock against him to how your eyes squeeze shut and you tilt your head back.

the previous song playing on your phone has long since finished as some other tune now plays from your playlist— taesan suddenly becoming aware of it and that he has a girl whimpering and riding his thigh in the middle of a dance classroom.

he abruptly pulls away, the presence between your legs disappearing as you conjure a bratty sound from your throat.

“y/n,” taesan scolds in a harsh whisper. “did you forget where we are?”

“thought you said you’d fuck me if i was good?” you argue, flashing him a defiant expression.

“you think using my thigh to get yourself off without my permission is being good?”

your eyes widen, not expecting him to call you out on it.

looking to the floor and hearing taesan’s responding laugh at your childishness, it only makes the desire to act out against him stronger— you’re just not sure how you can do it in this moment.

“get your things. we can go to my place.” taesan offers, your stomach fluttering at the idea as you do what he says— moving to grab your phone, bag, and change out of your ballet wear.

your heart is pounding out of your chest and what’s between your legs hasn’t calmed down at all either by the time you walk out of the dance studio and sit in the passenger seat of taesan’s car.

and the drive is just as excruciating.

the man seems hellbent on teasing you by not giving you a drop of attention, keeping his eyes on the road while some rock song plays through the speakers. and you know he knows what he’s doing, how you can’t keep his eyes off of him, because the corner of his mouth is subtly turned.

you see no reason to hide it since he’s already aware, so you stare at him— once again admiring how hot his hands look wrapped around the steering wheel, the contours of his jawline and perfect side profile illuminated by the low hanging sun.

your eyes keep wandering— down, down, down until you get to his lap, where you see the large bulge tenting his pants.

your mouth waters and your hands twitch, wondering if he’s really as big as he looks and hoping you’ll get to find out by the end of tonight.

then you’re struck with an idea, recognizing the perfect opportunity you have right now— and you reach your hand out confidently to grope him over his pants.

you’re so proud at the way it makes taesan softly gasp under his breath, back stiffening at the unexpected touch. you mold your hand over his clothed dick, rubbing and gently squeezing— in all the right ways apparently, as you feel him twitch in your hands— even through the thick denim fabric.

“y/n, stop it.” taesan grits, and you hear the squeak of what you guess is his hands gripping tightly around the steering wheel. you don’t look at him until after you’ve located the head of his cock, rubbing over it with your thumb and meeting his fiery glare with a teasing bite to your lip— clearly pleased with yourself.

taesan is visibly pissed at your blatant act of defiance, but he gives you one more chance in the form of a threat.

“you’re not very patient, are you, princess? keep touching my dick like that and you won’t even get to see it out of my pants.”

your hand immediately stills— the man releasing a huff of disbelief when you pull your hand away completely to lay both of your hands on your lap, avoiding his gaze as you stare ahead.

not another word is shared, taesan enjoying the way you nervously squirm in your seat as he finally pulls into his apartment’s parking lot.

“stay.” he simply orders once he’s parked, and you’re left confused as he exits the car, only to watch him come around and open your door for you— even going as far to unbuckle your seatbelt and keep a firm hold around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs of his building. it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach yet your insides twist with nervous anticipation— because he does it all with the same stern eyes he spoke to you with as he threatened not to fuck you.

when the key is twisted and his front door lightly squeaks open— his residence somehow looks exactly how you thought; dark, moody, vintage rock posters and memorabilia hanging on the walls.

you expect him to be cheesy and press you against his door the moment it’s closed, but he doesn’t— instead walking over leisurely to his couch and sitting down, legs widely spread in an oddly commanding and powerful way.

your eyes widen at the arousing image, feeling yourself become sheepish as taesan lets his eyes roam over your form without shame.

“why do you look so shy now? you were such a disobedient little slut in the car.”

you swallow, hardly able but trying to hold eye contact with him as your face heats up in a delicious sort of shame.

taesan sighs as though he’s annoyed with your silence, patting one thigh with his hand.

“come here.”

“…h— huh?”

“don’t make me say it again, y/n.” he orders— and next thing you know, your body is moving to straddle the leg he’s directed you to sit on.

“there we go. guess princesses can take orders sometimes, hm?” he rhetorically asks, but you’re nodding your head anyway.

taesan just stares at you for a bit, admiring how pretty you look sitting and waiting for what he’ll do next, so different from the bratty attitude you had during the car ride.

then his hands rest on your bare waist, giving him easy access as you had disregarded your leotard before leaving the studio, now only wearing your cropped shirt and athletic shorts.

you’re unable to conceal the shuddered inhale you take as taesan’s hands creep upward, seeing him smirk at the sound before his hands slip under your shirt and reach your tits.

“no bra?” he teases, biting his lip as his fingers pinch at your hard nipples.

“n— no,” you struggle out, flinching lightly as taesan plays with your tits without any restraint, like your body is his toy. the contrast of his cool rings against your heated skin causes goosebumps to rise on the surface of your arms, chest pushing further into his hands. “didn’t think there was any p—..point.”

you watch as taesan shakes his head like he’s disappointed, yet he’s smiling darkly.

“dirty girl.” he remarks, giving a firmer pinched tug to your hard bud and forcing a whimper to escape from between your lips. “just take everything off then.”

you’re quicker to do what he says this time, only letting your sudden shy attitude make you hesitate for a moment before getting up from his lap to discard your clothing to his floor, keeping eye contact with taesan as best as you can manage— as he seems pleased when you do. he lets out a hungry exhale when you take off your shirt and your tits are revealed to his eyes, hand leisurely jerking himself off over his pants by the time your shorts are removed— leaving you only in your underwear.

“is that a thong, princess?” taesan asks breathily, eyes slightly widening in what you think might be surprise.

“yeah? it’s…it’s what i always wear underneath my leotard.” you confirm, somewhat confused— until taesan speaks again, hand moving up and down his dick faster.

“fuck, just— just didn’t expect such a prissy girl like you to— shit, i don’t know. you’re so hot.”

you smile— and it’s equally sexy and cute in a way that makes taesan feel like he’s going to go insane if you don’t get back on his lap right away. your fingers slip beneath the band of your panties to tug them off, but he stops you before you can.

“don’t. keep them on, wanna see you make a mess in them for me.”

a part of you— the bratty side— wants to say you already have, the dark spot from your leaking arousal evidence of it. but you don’t, the desire to listen actually winning over as you remove your hands from your hips and straddle his thigh again. you hover this time, not fully sitting down as you’re embarrassed for him to feel your wetness directly against his bare skin, which are revealed through the large holes in his jeans.

but taesan catches on immediately, tutting fondly as his hands squeeze at your hips.

“all the way.” he drawls, like he’s giving a ditzy dog a command they’re struggling to understand— and it makes your stomach flip, hurrying to do as he says.

you know he feels it, how your panties clinging to your wet pussy lips press against his thigh— and as he bites at his lip, drawing your eyes to his twinkling piercing yet again— your face burns as you’re sure he’s probably looking at the glistening residue you’ve surely left on his skin.

“good girl.” he mutters roughly, you whining in response as your hands fist into the material of his shirt.

you feel like such a slut, sitting on a man’s lap almost completely bare while he’s fully clothed, your needy pussy slowly drenching his thigh in your juices; and you sound like one too as taesan leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

you gasp and stutter— unsure of what you’re even trying to say as taesan chuckles around your bud, continuing to flick and roll his pierced tongue over you. the contrast of his warm appendage and the occasional brush of round metal against your skin makes you sensitive, hole clenching around nothing with every other swipe of his tongue.

“like that?” he whispers before switching to give your other breast attention.

“yes,” you quietly moan, wrapping your arms around to grip and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, subsequently pushing his face deeper into your tits.

he likes that— if his responding groan is anything to judge by, his hands pulling your hips forward and drawing a more unabashed sound from your lips at the movement.

“use me. get your little pussy off on my thigh.”

“fuck— yes,” you obey, rocking your hips and finding a rhythm.

“shit. that’s it, baby.” he coos, his hand suddenly reigning down against your ass a contrast to his soft tone as it leaves your skin tingling with heat. “just a few little touches is all it takes to get the brat out of you, huh?”

you scoff at that— though it’s interrupted by a moan when taesan flexes his thigh. shame burns your skin and his little remark makes you want to act out again, but all you can do is grind your pussy against him, gasping and going faster whenever your covered clit gets brushed over just right.

your hands that are still tangled in his hair pull to disconnect his mouth from your tits, leaning down to kiss him instead. taesan doesn’t scold you for the demanding gesture— but he does lift a hand to grasp it over your throat. he doesn’t squeeze, but the simple act makes you feel so good and dominated— and his other hand which gropes at your ass and snaps the string waistband of your thong has you falling further into delirium.

“please— please, tae. wanna cum.”

“then cum.” he says simply, and when you finally open your squeezed shut eyes, he’s staring at your desperate face with amusement— and just like that, you’re pissed.

“taesan! i can’t! not— not enough!” you whine, not even able to think about how pathetic you sound.

“you’re cumming by my thigh or not at all. this is what you get for acting like a fucking whore while i was driving.”

you whisper out a sigh, and it’s so broken and helpless as you rock your hips earnestly against him that he almost feels bad— but the bigger part of him is proud; proud in a dark and twisted way at how he’s dwindled the ballerina down to nothing but a mindless slut that’s practically crying with the need to cum.

another spank is delivered to your ass and you flinch, taesan’s hand around your neck getting a little firmer as he forces your teary eyes to look up at him— and you feel like a dog in heat as your hips never stop their efforts to bring you to release.

“please.” you beg, and taesan’s eyes turn hazey at the beautiful sound.

“come on, princess. i know you can do it for me.” he encourages— and turns out that’s all you needed.

taesan gets an up close view as your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as he feels you ruin your panties even further.

his thigh is dripping as you keep rutting your hips against him, letting out small whimpers as you work yourself through your high. taesan grants you mercy at the very end, helping you grind your hips before eventually slowing you to a stop.

then he’s picking you up and carrying you into what you can only assume is his bedroom— because in the next moment he’s laying you down on a black comforter-covered mattress and stripping off his clothes.

you’re panting, still catching your breath— but you still manage to make a somewhat teasing comment as the man’s bare chest is revealed to you.

“no tattoos?”

taesan looks up at you right after pulling his shirt over his head, black hair disheveled and brushing over his eyes as he smirks silently at you and combs it out of his face.

“i thought all emo’s had tattoos.” you tack on— and that gets him to respond.

“emo?! i’m not emo, i’m fucking punk!” he argues, somewhat offended but mostly amused as he works on removing his jeans.

“emo, punk, metalhead. it’s all the same thing.” you offhandedly say.

“…i’m about to go soft.” taesan threatens.

“kidding!” you laugh, sitting up on your elbows— and the smile is completely wiped off your face when taesan removes his boxers and his dick is finally freed, slapping against his abs.

“shit..” you whisper to yourself, watching as taesan rolls a condom on before climbing on the bed and caging you underneath him with his body.

“need me to stretch you first, princess?” taesan sweetly asks after peeling off your drenched panties, hand brushing up and down your hip soothingly.

as much as you want his sexy fingers in your cunt— you can’t wait any longer, spreading your legs for him as you flash him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“no. please just fuck me, taesanie. need you.”

“god…” taesan sighs, not making you wait anymore as he lines his head to your entrance before pushing in slowly. “oh, fuck. you’re so tight, princess.”

your chest heaves as he pushes into the hilt, your hands gripping against the sheets.

“move. fuck me hard, please. want it rough.”

you think you hear taesan mutter something about you being a dream before his pulling out till just the tip is stretching your hole— and slamming back inside.

you both turn a little animalistic and desperate, learning how the other feels and bodies being taken over by the pleasure of it. taesan’s cock stretches you out so good— he fucks you so good. the rocking of his bed frame hits against his wall, and you have a fleeting thought about if the walls are thin and if he’ll get a noise complaint— before all that is forgotten as taesan takes hold of one of your thighs and bends it against your chest.

“feel it, baby? feel how fucking bad i want you?” taesan groans between his teeth, hand squeezing tightly around your leg unconsciously— and you secretly hope it leaves mark indentations from his rings; tiny bruises from his fingers you can admire the next day.

you only can respond so his deeply uttered words with a broken moan, and taesan only fucks you harder.

“that’s it, princess got what she wanted.” he coos, eyes surprising you by how they turn a little soft— though the movement of his hips certainly never do. “always give my princess what she wants.”

you whine at that, grabbing him by the shoulders to ask for a kiss.

“fuck, you drive me crazy, y/n.” he breathes before leaning down to yet again give you what you ask for.

“but i like that about you.” he finishes between kisses.

your thighs are trembling in pleasure, sweat is lining your hairline and glistening from taesan’s chest— and you can’t take it anymore, wrapping your legs around taesan’s waist as your nails dig into his back.

“can i come, please? oh, fff— please?”

“such a good fucking slut when you got a cock in you, huh? can’t believe my princess likes it rough.”

his hand manages to squeeze between your bodies despite how tightly you cling to him, his fingers finding your clit and tracing shapes over it.

“cum, baby. get it all over my sheets.”

your body going stiff before trembling uncontrollably against him, all while your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock— it brings taesan to release as well, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow each other's cries of pleasure.

the come down is slow, taesan rolling over and pulling your body on top of his so he doesn’t accidentally fall against you in exhaustion.

your deep breaths puff warmly against his neck as he cradles you on his chest, hands swirling patterns over your back absentmindedly.

“that was…amazing.” you say around a sigh, enjoying the comforting aroma of taesan’s cologne imbedded into his sheets.

“yeah…are you done?” taesan asks, still breathy yet curious— and you raise your head to look at his face.

“you want to go again?”

“well,” taesan starts, somewhat sheepishly— yet his eyes hold that constant playful sparkle. “just thought you might be curious what it feels like to get eaten out with a piercing.”

your eyes widen, clearly shocked by not only the question but at how correct he is.

“come on, princess. you’re not slick. don’t think i didn’t notice you staring at it when we were at the bar. plus, you did say you wanted me between your legs—“

“can you stop bringing that up!?”

note ; and for anyone wondering, yes, taesan went to reader’s ballet performance. (and yes, he got jealous watching her and jaehyun dancing on stage together…part two material?🤭)

all taglists (perm/fluff/smut) are open if anyone would like to be added! age must be in bio/somewhere on pinned post if you want to be tagged in perm/smut taglist.

#ihangelic smut #taesan smut #taesan x reader #taesan imagines #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #bnd smut #bnd imagines #bnd x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #han taesan #han dongmin #bonedo #hard thoughts #hard hours

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ilysungho · 4 days ago

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band-member!guitarist!boyfriend!sungho being a total heartthrob and loverboy for you. him taking you to practice with him, having a special little couch just for you to sit and watch him and his group play. he gets you concert tickets, and since you arrive at the venue with him, it’s always guaranteed that you’re front and center at barricade every time. he’s not subtle with watching you whenever he looks up from his guitar, flashing you his sweet smile before looking back down to play the melodies of the music. he’d have you on his lap as he has the guitar over you both and is singing into your ear while playing the accompaniment. he’d even teach you how to play it while you sit on his lap, his hands guiding yours. on a more dimly lit night, the yellow light of the candles flickering by the window, he’d tell you how to strum his precious guitar while he does the chord placements, kissing your neck softly as he whispers praises like “you’re so good, look we already made a song together.”

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miumura · 3 months ago

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SHE GETS HER WAY ｡｡｡ 보이넥스트도어 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 ) ﹕ gf privilege with boynextdoor

──── 0t6!boynextdoor x f ! r ╱ ⌕ est. relationship, fluff ∿ w. none, they are just cuties wc. 0.7K+ ( 757 ) ｡｡ first post of 2025 😚 !! ( many more bnd works to come! ) happy new years everyone !! i am so thankful for everyone && i hope that 2025 treats you well and also becomes your year 🤍 !!

❛❛ 💬 ❞ 𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛 > 𓂃 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 ⋮ 🪽

MYUNG JAEHYUN freely allowing you to bother him

no matter what kind of tricks you could pull, he never seems to get even a little bit annoyed. in fact, it's almost as if he adores you even more because of your antics. sometimes, it leaves you wondering if anything could tick him off at all. in reality, he might just play hard to get purposefully just to watch you persistently ask for something he would do for you without a second thought—no matter what it was. he just finds it rather cute when you're so determined to make him do something that you want. you wouldn’t even notice it’s an act until you see his wide grin as he finally “gives” in. so really, there's no need to beg for anything—you’re his weak spot, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

PARK SUNGHO dragging him into doing silly trends

regardless how silly he may think the tiktok you just showed him is, there’s such a low chance for him to say no. almost all of the time, you’d catch him saying yes. to his defense, how could he say no to someone like you? he loves seeing that spark of excitement in your eyes and can’t help but smile as you eagerly set up for the video you’re about to record. sungho, without a doubt, would just look at you with so much love as you tie that pink ribbon around him, adoring and cheesing over you internally.

LEE SANGHYEOK random physical touch

he doesn’t dislike physical touch, however, he will get all tensed up if someone were to randomly give it to him without warning. but with you? that’s a complete different story—poke at him, wrap your arms around him, or even smother him with affection, and he'd let it happen without a single complaint. if you wanted it, he’d simply give it to you. regardless, it’s a win-win situation for him—you’d get all the physical touch you want and he gets pampered with your sweet kisses and hugs. let’s say, there was always a motive all along—one that leaves him content with getting to keep you as close as possible.

HAN DONGMIN taking his belongings without asking

the first time he saw you wearing one of his hoodies, he could’ve sworn he fell even harder for you. sure, he’s the type who usually prefers when people ask before borrowing his things, but seeing you in it? that was a whole different story. it brought an instant smile to his face, one he couldn’t hide even if he tried. from that moment on, he’s never refused you—or asked for anything back. need to borrow his phone for a bit? go ahead. want to wear that accessory he cherishes so much? it’s yours. he’s just that down bad for you. honestly, it doesn’t matter how long it’s out of his sight because as long as it’s with you, he’s at ease. he trusts you completely—and maybe, just maybe, he secretly loves the reminder that he’s yours.

KIM DONGHYUN you have all of his attention

safe to say, you have the leehan completely swooned. you could be distracting him from his game or youtube video, but the moment you call his name, it's like everything fades into the background. it’s almost as if, within a split of a second, he’d be right there for you. even when you don’t call for him, he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to check up on you. whether it’s a quick text or simply staying close within your reach, it’s more than enough to keep him content. his eyes soften the moment they land on you, almost as if he can’t help but admire the person who means the most to him. and honestly? he wouldn’t want it any other way.

KIM WOONHAK decorating his belongings

at first, he might refuse and say a few half-hearted complaints as you pulled out your sticker sheets. but the moment you stuck those tiny heart stickers on his phone case, it was game over. his heart started racing faster than he’d like to admit, and suddenly, those so-called “childish” designs didn’t seem so bad. ever since then, he’s been extra cautious with anything you’ve decorated, treating them with such care as if his life depended on it. he’s practically paranoid about getting even the tiniest scratch on them. in fact, he takes every chance he gets to proudly show them off—whether it’s his phone, notebook, or water bottle—and purposely leaves his things out in the open, secretly hoping you’ll add more. it doesn’t matter if the stickers are cute, silly, or completely random. what matters is that you’re the one who decorated them, and to him, that makes them absolutely perfect.

‘💬’ ─── new year new layout ( ? ) do we like this way of writing for hcs ??

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ! — @juyeoz @j4d

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4doras · 4 days ago

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IN A PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH LEEHAN ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

a/n. let’s ignore the time stamps shifting from the 6th to 8th plz 💔

more under the cut!

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juyeoz · 4 months ago

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I-N-L-O-V-E LIKE THE MOVIES — MYUNG JAEHYUN ୨୧

SYNOPSIS — You loved the game Wordscapes and Jaehyun loved you. His long lasting crush was tiresome for his friends, you were only his classmate after all. Nevertheless, what other way was there for him to gain your attention other than playing your favourite game, Wordscapes? None. Well, completely ignoring the fact he wasn’t the best at word games.

PAIRING — loser-crush!jaehyun x crush-fem!reader (ft. boynextdoor, ricky from zerobaseone, yunjin from le sserafim, yeonjun from txt, and hanni from njz).

GENRE(S) — short smau + written, highschool au, classmates to friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, and crack.

WARNING(S) — profanity, random timestamps, wordscapes and pixel gun 3d obsession, kind of fast paced, kms/kys jokes, joking threats, corny lovebirds, mentions of being sick, and hints at manipulation.

STATUS — completed! (dec 9th, 2024 - feb 6th, 2025)

NOTE — wordscapes obsession is back…! like badly… i’m literally level 244 i can’t LMAOO wordhunt too i’m so good 125 wins ☝️☝️ anyways enjoy this smau in return!

PLAYLIST — nice guy by boynextdoor, your eyes only by enhypen, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, light by wave to earth, buzz love by &team, i’m in love with you by the 1975, let you break my heart again by laufey, nothing even matters by big time rush, blue lemonade by red velvet, honeypie by jawny, day 1 by red velvet.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

PROFILES › ONE AND TWO

CHAPTER ONE — Blocked Bye.

CHAPTER TWO — I hope yall die.

CHAPTER THREE — hella hit that

CHAPTER FOUR — Ouu… 🧯🧯💨💨

CHAPTER FIVE — oh that’s…

CHAPTER SIX — CLOCK OUT BITCH

CHAPTER SEVEN — JAEFLIRT ALERT

CHAPTER EIGHT — a win is a win…?

CHAPTER NINE — that would be fire 🔥

CHAPRER TEN — fatal liars

CHAPTER ELEVEN — ITS NOT A DATE

CHAPTER TWELVE — LLMJ 🕊️❤️

CHAPTER THIRTEEN — Damn! i look good

CHAPTER FOURTEEN — flocita HATE club

CHAPTER FIFTEEN — me when giselle 💔

CHAPTER SIXTEEN — BAE?&:&@3

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — we failed (0.5k words)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — oh baby my baby

CHAPTER NINETEEN — need him BAD!

CHAPTER TWENTY — hard launch or wtv

COMPLETED!

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chiiyuuvv · 5 days ago

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down bad tweets ; leehan edition ✶ boyfriend!leehan ↻ notes! 6 attachments. pictures belong to its respective owners. thank you @cherrycolaberry for the help

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

︴bonus! they're more so down bad for each other but. @dollihyun requested this via comments last december. sorry for the wait

▸ taglist 📬 @cherrycolaberry , @enhacolor

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000-pawz · 10 months ago

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getting hit on while they're in a relationship (bnd) ˚ · .

ot6 reaction, fluff, this is a little unserious, established relationship

warnings: reader is referred to as girlfriend

more under the cut!

a/n: i had way too much fun writing this one >#<! thank you for requesting, anon!!!

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ he'll be waiting in line to grab your favorite cafe order on his way home when someone suddenly taps him on his shoulder

𐙚₊˚ the girl would be like "hi. i'm sorry if this is weird, but you're really attractive. can i get your number?"

𐙚₊˚ sungho would probably handle it normally, smiling politely before shaking his head

𐙚₊˚ he'd simply say "i have a girlfriend" before turning back around, but then the girl goes "so what?"

𐙚₊˚ he spins around so quick, gravity literally stops, his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked because huh?

𐙚₊˚ "excuse me?"

𐙚₊˚ he's genuinely so offended, and the girl just smiles at him before nudging her phone at him

𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "you're insane." before leaving the cafe, immediately calling you in a huff

𐙚₊˚ he's so fired up, just recounting the entire event to you and you're giggling from the other end of the line because he's so cute when he's upset

𐙚₊˚ "are you laughing at me? seriously?"

𐙚₊˚ and you'd just be like "so does that mean i'm not getting my coffee...?"

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

𐙚₊˚ he's waiting for his churro order to be called while you secure a spot in the long ferris wheel line when a girl taps him on the arm

𐙚₊˚ at first, he thinks its you and that you just got bored of waiting, so he turns around with a big smile

𐙚₊˚ his smile drops so fast when it's a stranger, holding out her phone with an empty contact screen

𐙚₊˚ she'll be like "can i get your number?" with a smile and riwoo starts wishing you could teleport here to scare her off for him

𐙚₊˚ he immediately starts to internally freak out because this never usually happens to him so he's just blinking at her

𐙚₊˚ he's literally about to pass out, palms getting sweaty

𐙚₊˚ he hates confrontation so he just quietly bows a bit and goes "no sorry." before quickly grabbing his order, scurrying off with the churros in tow

𐙚₊˚ as soon as he makes it back to you, there's the biggest pout on his face... he literally saw his life flash before his eyes

𐙚₊˚ he confesses right away because it makes him feel even more anxious to not tell you, so he goes "someone tried to get my number" before pursing his lips

𐙚₊˚ you'll laugh a bit and be like "did you give it to them?" and he'd be like "no??? baby don't joke like that" ><

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ mr. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'M MARRIED!!!"

𐙚₊˚ one of his old friends from high school would approach him at some group hangout, heavily flirting and hitting on him

𐙚₊˚ at first, he would nervously laugh and look around at all his friends because he thinks she's just joking

𐙚₊˚ like he's genuinely so confused that someone would hit on him because he thought he was pretty vocal about being in a relationship

𐙚₊˚ when he realizes she's genuinely trying to get in his pants, he quickly backs away and puts his hands out in front of him

𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "i'm in a relationship" and if she persists, he gets pretty upset

𐙚₊˚ like does she really think he'd cheat on you, the most perfect person on this plant? hell no.

𐙚₊˚ "should i call my girlfriend and have her tell you herself?"

𐙚₊˚ and the girl would be like "yeah, go ahead and call your 'girlfriend'." and that would just piss jaehyun off so much, he's facetiming you right away

𐙚₊˚ smiles proudly when you cuss that girl out through the phone, successfully scaring her away

𐙚₊˚ would probably blow a bunch of kisses to the screen and say he'll be home soon so he can thank you <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

𐙚₊˚ if a girl approaches him while he's at the store, he'd literally just ignore her for as long as he can

𐙚₊˚ she'd be like "you're cute. can i have your instagram?" and he would pretend that his headphones are too loud and he can't hear anything

𐙚₊˚ (nothing's playing)

𐙚₊˚ side eyes her to keep watch like a cat, subtly trying to move further and further away from her to avoid confrontation

𐙚₊˚ in his short moment of peace, he'll text you and be like "this girl is trying to hit on me lol" and you'd be like "i told you i should've came with </3 i can't let my sexy boyfriend out in the wild by himself!!!"

𐙚₊˚ if she taps him on his shoulder, he puts on the meanest face (you guys know the one) and monotonously goes "i'm not interested."

𐙚₊˚ she'd go "well, how can i make you interested? ;)" and taesan would give her the most blank stare ever

𐙚₊˚ he'd say "fight to the death with my girlfriend and sees who wins." and then disappears down another isle before calling you

𐙚₊˚ "baby, i think i just sacrificed you on accident"

𐙚₊˚ "taesan what."

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ a girl will approach him while he's at the mall buying you a gift, subtly trying to rizz him up by complimenting him

𐙚₊˚ leehan would take the compliments with grace, trying to hide his confusion as to why she's being so persistent

𐙚₊˚ finally, she'll pull out her phone and be like "can i have your number?" and that's when it'll finally click that she's hitting on him

𐙚₊˚ he just laughs a little and goes "my girlfriend wouldn't like that." and she'd go "well, your girlfriend doesn't have to know."

𐙚₊˚ his kind smile would drop so quick and he'd just look at her like ??? who the hell is this freak

𐙚₊˚ "i'm not interested. now, if you'll excuse me..." and then he's slipping past her, pulling out his phone to text you about what just happened

𐙚₊˚ smiles to himself fondly when you send a very verbal, very vulgar text cussing her out

𐙚₊˚ "read that out loud to her"

𐙚₊˚ "i'm not going to do that. i love you though."

𐙚₊˚ "i'll read it out loud myself. i'm omw."

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

𐙚₊˚ when a random girl asks woonhak if he's free after school, he's immediately on edge because 1. he's never seen her before and 2. she is not you

𐙚₊˚ she'd shyly be like "i've had a crush on you for a long time and wanted to get to know you better..." and woonhak would just blink at her before shaking his head with a small smile, waving his hands

𐙚₊˚ "oh, i'm sorry, i'm already in a relationship," he'd tell her and instead of her getting sad, she'd get angry

𐙚₊˚ "i don't even know why you like her." and that would set woonhak off

𐙚₊˚ he'd sit up straight and look directly into that girl's eyes with the most fiery look before defending you for at least a minute straight

𐙚₊˚ "you will never be y/n, so keep her name out of your mouth. i love my girlfriend! how dare you even----" and he just goes on and on and on and on

𐙚₊˚ the girl would probably leave the room in tears, rushing past you as you enter the empty classroom to meet woonhak

𐙚₊˚ "what was that about?" you ask as woonhak comes over to hug you, resting his chin on top of your head with a small smile

𐙚₊˚ "no idea."

𐙚₊˚ "woonhak, what did you do?"

𐙚₊˚ "...i did what was necessary..."

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nicholasluvbot · 1 month ago

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MAKE YOU WANNA KISS 𓂃 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

ㅤㅤ― 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

𝑓. readerㅤ⋆ㅤ1341ㅤㅤ◜ᴗ◝ㅤㅤfluff est. relationship ❜ㅤㅤ─── censure kissing skinshipㅤㅤLOGS

骚人 : i miss dojaejung TT

PARK SUNGHO

sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.

and you dodge.

he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.

and you dodge again.

he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.

your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.

he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.

you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.

LEE RIWOO

you dodge riwoo’s first kiss, and he just blinks at you with confusion. then he laughs it off, thinking it might’ve just been a coincidence.

but after a few more missed kisses, he places both hands on your shoulders and makes you face him. “alright, what’s up?”

you play innocent. “what do you mean?”

riwoo narrows his eyes before suddenly tugging you closer. his hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place, in close proximity with him.

he leans in slowly, lips lingering over yours. you tilt your head instinctively, anticipating the kiss—

and he pulls away.

his hands, which were just all over your body, are now tucked into his pockets as he turns around casually, whistling a tune.

your lips part in shock. “did you just—”

he tilts his head cockily, a teasing smirk on his lips. “what?”

you grab his collar, pulling him back in. “you—”

he rests his forehead against yours, still smirking. “feels unfair, huh?”

“no. you do not get to turn this on me.”

he just laughs, pecking your nose instead. “payback’s fun.”

MYUNG JAEHYUN

you’ve been ignoring jaehyun’s kisses all day. turning your head every time he leans in, making excuses—his lips landing either on your cheek, shoulder, or somewhere totally random every time he tries to steal a kiss.

at first, he pouts. then he starts laughing, thinking you’re just being playful. by the third time, his smile falters a little, but he doesn’t say anything.

by the end of the day, he’s sitting in a corner, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. one look at him and you immediately regret playing the stupid prank on him.

his usual bright eyes are filled with hesitance, and doubt.

“...do you hate me?” he asks softly.

your heart drops. “what?”

jaehyun bites his lip. “you’ve been ignoring me all day,” he whispers. “did i do something wrong?”

you feel so bad instantly. “oh, jaehyun…” you step closer, reaching for his hand, but he doesn’t move. you have to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek to get him to finally meet your eyes.

“i was just messing with you,” you explain.

his lips tremble slightly. “it wasn’t funny.”

you cup his face, pressing multiple kisses on his forehead until the furrow between his brows disappears. you then pull him in a warm hug, “i know, i’m sorry,” you murmur against his neck.

he melts instantly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both down until you’re settled in his lap. “you owe me cuddles,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll cuddle you all night,” you promise.

and you do.

HAN TAESAN

the first time you dodge taesan’s kiss, he lets it slide. maybe you didn’t notice, maybe you moved by accident—he doesn’t think much of it.

the second time? he notices.

he doesn’t say anything, just pauses for a fraction of a second before shifting like nothing happened.

oh, so this is how it’s going to be, he thinks.

still, he doesn’t bring it up. he’s patient.

the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about your little game. taesan is sitting next to you, one arm lazily draped around the back of the couch, the other scrolling on his phone.

you lean in instinctively, pressing your hand against his jaw to pull him closer—

and he moves his face, dodging your kiss.

your lips land on empty air, and you freeze, confused. “huh?”

when you look at him, he’s staring back at you with a tiny, satisfied smirk.

“something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence.

you squint at him, mouth agape, realization sinking in. “are you—”

he looks back at his phone, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever stupid video it’s showing. “hm?”

you grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “han taesan.”

he’s smirking now, clearly enjoying himself. “yes?”

you glare before leaning in, attacking him with kisses all over his face—his nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw—everywhere until he’s a giggling mess in your arms.

“there,” you huff, “now we’re even.”

taesan shakes his head and tugs you closer again, his voice softer now. “not yet,” he mutters before finally kissing your lips properly.

KIM LEEHAN

the first time you dodge leehan’s kiss, he blinks in surprise but stays quiet.

the second time, his brows furrow slightly, and he studies you for a moment before shrugging it off.

by the third time, he catches on.

he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he watches. observes. the way your eyes flicker mischievously before dodging, the way you try to hold back a smile—it’s a game.

and he lets you think you’re winning.

until later that evening, when you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, snacking and chatting about nothing in particular. he shifts a little closer, brushing his pinky gently against yours, and you don’t think much of it.

until, in one smooth motion, he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips before you can move away.

your breath catches.

before you can react, he tilts his head, trailing soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, and down your neck. his kisses are slow, teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of the torment inside of you.

“you can’t avoid me forever,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and amused.

your heart stutters. “leehan—”

he finally pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at you with soft eyes and a knowing smile. “done playing now?”

you huff, but your face is burning. “…maybe.”

leehan chuckles, leaning in again—this time, you don’t have it in yourself to dodge.

KIM WOONHAK

you’re lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when woonhak shifts beside you, leaning in.

you turn your head, still focused on your screen.

a beat of silence.

then he talks about something else, acting like nothing happened. a few minutes later, he leans in again. and you dodge. again.

this time, he stops. blinks, lips slightly parted in shock. then, in one swift motion, he rolls over, pinning you down against the mattress.

you yelp in surprise. “woonhak—”

“dodging me?” he muses, fingers finding your sides. “that’s crazy.”

before you can utter another word, he starts tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, squirming, but he’s relentless, laughing as you gasp for air.

“say you won’t do it again,” he demands.

you’re laughing so hard, you can only gasp out, “woonhak, please st—”

“say it.”

“okay, okay. i won’t—”

he finally stops, letting you catch your breath. then, before you can complain, he leans down and presses soft, lingering kisses on your lips.

“you,” he murmurs, kissing you again, “are never allowed to do that again.”

you just hum, dazed. “okay.”

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winteringdream · 7 days ago

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MY BOYFRIEND ! ──── kim leehan

✩ ⋅ pairing. kim leehan x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanons ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish ✩ ⋅ riwoo version! | woonhak version | taesan version | sungho version | myungjae version

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... tie your shoelaces.

You’re mid-sentence, chatting with Leehan as you both walk through the park when you suddenly feel your shoe loosen. You look down to see your shoelace is completely undone.

“Wait,” you mumble, slowing to a stop. “I gotta tie my shoelaces.”

Leehan doesn't say anything, and before you can even crouch, Leehan is already crouched in front of you, tying your shoelaces.

“I could’ve done it, you know.” you say, nudging him slightly when he's done tying your shoelaces.

He glances up at you with a shrug. “Too slow. I was already on the ground.”

“You literally didn’t say anything.”

“I also tied it with a secret lucky knot. You now have enhanced walking powers.” he states matter-of-factly, continuing to walk forward as if he said soemthing normal.

You stare at his back, laughing under your breath. “You’re so dumb.”

Leehan turns around, walking backward now with a grin. “You'll feel the effects of it soon don't worry.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... introduce you to his fish.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Leehan’s room, glancing around, But your eyes eventually land on the real centerpiece of the space: his fish tank.

It’s big. Like, way too big for this room big. The water glows faintly blue, and tiny plants sway gently inside of it. A few fish swim by, darting in and out of little caves and decorations.

Leehan catches your gaze and perks up instantly. “Oh! You haven’t met them yet!”

“Met who?”

He gestures at the tank. “My fish. And one mystery shrimp I still haven’t figured out. Come, come.” He pats the floor beside him.

You scoot over, amused. Leehan kneels in front of the tank, hands behind his back like a tour guide.

“That one there,” he says, pointing to a fancy-looking fish with flowing fins. “He thinks he runs the place. He doesn’t, but don’t tell him that.”

“That one hiding in the log?” He lowers his voice. “ She’s shy, but she comes out when there’s music. She’s got taste.”

“Of course she does,” you reply, playing along. You try to hold back a laugh, but it escapes anyway. "You don't name them?"

"No, I don't bother naming them, I can recognise them anyway."

He points to a tiny creature floating near the bottom. “There's the shrimp. I’ve never seen him eat. He just stares at everyone.”

You can’t stop grinning now, face in your hands. “You’re so weird.”

Leehan gives you a proud little smile. “You love it.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... remember all your important dates, even ones you forgot, and quietly plan something meaningful.

You don’t even realize what day it is. It’s just another Tuesday. Long, tiring and filled with meetings and errands and a to-do list that’s somehow longer now than when the day started.

By the time you make it over to Leehan’s place, you’re exhausted and ready to collapse into his couch and not move for an hour.

He greets you with that usual smile . You figure he’s just in one of his playful moods again.

But when you step inside, you freeze. On the table sits a small cake and two forks. Next to it is a tiny photo frame, with a picture of you from last year.

You recognize it immediately. It’s from the day you presented that personal project you worked on for weeks, the one you poured your heart into. You remember feeling proud but tired that day, and honestly? You didn’t think anyone else really remembered it.

“Wait… how did you?”

Leehan shrugs, casually pulling you inside and helping you out of your jacket like this is no big deal.

“You mentioned it once,” he says softly, “how proud you were of that project. You said it felt like a personal win.”

You turn to look at him. He’s avoiding your eyes in the way he does when he gets oddly shy about doing something sweet. “I just thought it deserved to be celebrated.”

You open your mouth to say something but he just grins and nudges you toward the couch.

“No talking, let's eat.” he says. “You already did the hard part. Let me handle the celebration part.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... warm up your side of the bed before going to sleep.

You step out of the shower, hair damp. Your only goal is to collapse into bed and sleep for the next 10 hours.

When you walk into the room, Leehan’s already there, half-buried under the covers. He’s scrolling on his phone, the screen lighting up his face, but when he sees you, he perks up.

“There you are,” he says, tossing his phone to the side. “Come here, it’s ready.”

“What’s ready?” you rub your eyes.

He lifts the blanket and motions for you to come over quickly. “Your side. I preheated it. I laid on it for ten minutes. Rolled around a little too.” he says proudly.

You snort, too tired to pretend this isn’t ridiculously cute. “You’re serious?”

“Test it,” he challenges, grinning. “It's really comfy.”

You climb in beside him and immediately melt into the warm matress. The sheets are cozy, the pillow smells like him, and the chill you felt a moment ago disappears instantly.

“Okay, wow. This is really nice.”

“Told you,” he mumbles, already scooting closer to throw an arm around you. You let your head fall against his shoulder, eyes closing, body relaxing and Leehan’s hand rubs lazy circles on your back like he plans to keep you there forever.

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... turn brushing teeth together into a nightly dance battle.

The two of you are brushing your teeth side by side, sleepy and quiet, the soft whirr of your electric toothbrushes buzzing.

You catch him watching you in the mirror, eyes squinting with that look he always has when he has a goofy idea. You already know he’s up to something. He does a little shoulder shimmy. Just a subtle one.

You try to ignore it. He raises an eyebrow, lifts his toothbrush like a mic, and starts bopping his head dramatically like he’s in a music video.

He doesn’t stop. He does a full spin, toothbrush still buzzing the whole time. He’s dancing like he's filming him a music video, shoulders popping, feet tapping, hips swaying way too enthusiastically for someone in pajama pants with toothpaste on his cheek.

You try to keep brushing, but now he’s trying to battle. He points at you with the toothbrush, challenging you.

“Show me what you got.” he mumbles through a mouthful of foam.

You sigh dramatically. But then you start to mirror his moves. A little moonwalk and a spin.

That’s when it’s on. Leehan takes over again, powerfully dancing around like he's at dance practice. It becomes full-blown toothbrush battle with exaggerated moves, laughter muffled by mouths full of toothpaste.

Neither of you wins, because you both end up nearly crying from laughing too hard.

Eventually, you rinse off, leaning on the sink for support as Leehan wipes toothpaste off your nose with a grin.

He grins. “We’re legendary.”

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lxvsiick · 7 months ago

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KISS ME RIGHT | MYUNG JAEHYUN

PAIRING: down bad! frat boy! myung jaehyun x library worker! fem! reader

SUMMARY: Jaehyung goes to the library everyday to see Y/n even though he's never touched a book in his life.

GENRE: fluff, imagine, frat boy

WORDCOUNT: 2k

WARNING: kissing scene towards the end!

A/N: Inspired by KISS ME RIGHT by Keshi -- the song is finally out! i've been waiting ever since his last tour ,, this song reminds of jaehyun’s flirty personality so ENJOY!

The double doors of the library swung open with an exaggerated flair, and every head inside turned like it was a reflex. There he was again—Jaehyun, in all his glory. Hair tousled like he'd just come from the gym, a hoodie slung over his shoulder, and that ridiculous smile that could charm the paint off the walls. He strutted into the library like it was the hottest club on campus, and not the quietest place within a ten-mile radius.

Whispers buzzed through the aisles.

"Is that Jaehyun again?"

"Does he even know what a book is?"

"Bro, he’s here every day now. Do you think he lost a bet?"

But Jaehyun didn’t care. He barely noticed the stares anymore. All he cared about was making his way to the front desk, where Y/n sat. She looked calm, focused, her fingers flying over the keyboard, the glow from her computer screen highlighting her face. She didn’t even look up as he approached.

Jaehyun cleared his throat a little too loudly, startling a student reading in the corner.

"Yo, uh... hey," he said, trying to sound casual, like he hadn’t spent the last twenty minutes rehearsing those two words in his head.

She finally glanced up, her brow furrowed in mild confusion. It was like she was wondering why this human embodiment of a golden retriever was trying to infiltrate her serene library world.

"You’re here again?" she asked, her voice neutral but with a hint of amusement.

Jaehyun rubbed the back of his neck, his usual swagger deflating slightly under her gaze. But he quickly recovered, flashing that winning smile that got him into any party, out of any trouble, and, hopefully, into her good graces.

"Yeah, you know... studying and stuff."

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the completely empty table he had staked out for himself behind her. No books. No laptop. Not even a notebook. Just him, spinning a pen between his fingers like he was preparing for the next big test in... nothing.

"Studying?" she echoed, clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah, you know... brushing up on... the Dewey Decimal System." He threw in a dramatic wink, like it was the cleverest thing anyone had ever said about libraries.

She didn’t laugh, but there was a tiny, almost imperceptible quirk of her lips. Success.

"Right. Well, let me know if you need help finding a book... or learning how to read." Her voice was dry, and Jaehyun's grin widened.

"Ouch, brutal," he chuckled, his face lighting up like she had just complimented him.

She turned back to her screen, though he could tell she wasn’t entirely brushing him off. That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, he made his way to his usual table—smack in the middle of her line of sight. He didn’t sit like a regular person. He flopped down with a dramatic sigh, then spread out across the chair like he was getting ready for a nap, not a study session.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

From her seat, Y/n could feel his presence, like a beam of sunshine she wasn’t sure she needed right now. Every time she glanced up, there he was, pretending to flip through the pages of some random book he’d grabbed. Every few minutes, he'd peek over the top of the pages to check if she was looking.

At one point, Taesan and Leehan walked by and nearly stopped in their tracks when they saw Jaehyun actually holding a book. Leehan nudged Taesan, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Dude, I think he’s... reading?"

Taesan snorted. "Nah, he's definitely planning something. Probably trying to get out of doing chores at the frat house."

Jaehyun pretended not to hear them, but he couldn’t help shooting a quick grin their way. Let them talk. He was on a mission—a mission that involved far more staring at Y/n than reading anything resembling words.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

As the library’s closing time approached, the once-crowded space thinned out. Y/n was busy packing up her things behind the desk, when she noticed Jaehyun still lounging in his seat, scrolling through his phone. Everyone else had left, but he lingered like he had all the time in the world.

She walked over, standing at his table, crossing her arms with a bemused expression. "You know we’re closing, right?"

He glanced up, his puppy-like enthusiasm returning as if she’d just thrown him a bone. "Oh, yeah, totally. Just waiting for the right moment to—" He glanced down at the book in front of him and then looked back up, suddenly sheepish. "—check this out. For... studying. You know, tomorrow."

She shook her head, but this time, the smile she’d been holding back all day finally broke through.

"You’re hopeless."

He stood up, grinning ear-to-ear. "Nah, just... committed."

She raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. "To studying?"

He stepped closer, playful but serious. "To you."

For a second, there was nothing but the sound of the quiet, empty library around them. Then she laughed—soft, real. And in that moment, he knew every second of pretending to study had been worth it.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls of the frat house as Jaehyun stood near the kitchen, laughing with his friends. Red Solo cups in hand, they exchanged stories from the week, loud banter filling the air. Jaehyun was mid-sentence when something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.

Out of the corner of his vision, Y/n stepped through the front door, her figure silhouetted against the dim lights of the hallway. She was wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her frame just right, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders. The noise of the party seemed to dull in his ears. He froze, his eyes locked onto her as if the world had slowed down just for a moment.

His friends continued chatting around him, oblivious to his trance.

"Yo, bro... hello?" Sungho waved a hand in front of his face. Jaehyun blinked but didn’t move.

"Earth to Jaehyun! What are you staring at, man?" Sohee nudged him, noticing where his eyes were glued.

His heart pounded in his chest, his mind still trying to process how she—Y/n—was here, in this chaos of beer pong and blaring music. She didn’t belong here, but she looked so effortlessly out of place, it was almost unfair.

"Bro, you good?" Hanbin laughed, realizing why he was distracted. "Dude’s done for, he’s totally smitten."

Jaehyun shook his head, snapping out of it. He chuckled awkwardly, trying to act nonchalant. "Yeah, uh, I’ll catch you guys later." He set his cup down on the counter and started weaving his way through the crowd toward her, his pulse quickening with every step.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

As he neared her, she looked around the room, clearly unfamiliar with the party vibe. Her eyes landed on him, and she smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He stopped a few feet away, his voice unsteady.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, more confused than anything. "Who invited you?"

She raised an eyebrow at his tone, folding her arms over her chest. "Jake invited me. I thought it might be fun." Her voice was cool, as if his question wasn’t welcome.

A flare of jealousy twisted in his gut, and he frowned, glancing around the room, wondering why Jake had to ask her. "You should’ve said no to him. This isn't your scene." His voice came out sharper than he intended, his frustration laced in every word.

Y/n scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Excuse me? You don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do." She took a step closer, her gaze hardening. "I didn’t come here for Jake. I came because I wanted to see you. But if this is how you're gonna act, maybe it was a mistake." Her voice cut through the noise, her disappointment evident.

Before he could even respond, she turned on her heel, moving deeper into the house, disappearing into the crowd of bodies and flashing lights. He stood there, dumbfounded, replaying her words in his head. She came to see him.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

His heart sank. He felt like an idiot. Without wasting another second, he pushed his way through the throng of people, his mind racing. How could he have messed up so badly in just one conversation?

"Hey, have you seen—" he asked one person, cutting himself off as he realized they didn’t know who he was talking about. He scanned the dance floor, the kitchen, even outside by the keg, but she was nowhere in sight. His frustration grew with every passing second.

He was a guy who could read a room, crack a joke, keep the vibe light. But right now? He was frantic. His friends slapped him on the back as he passed, asking him what was up, but he brushed them off. He couldn’t let her leave thinking that was all he had to say—that she wasn’t welcome here, when in reality, she was the only person he wanted to be around.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was really just a few intense minutes, he spotted her standing near the back patio, her arms crossed as she talked with a couple of people. She looked frustrated, her foot tapping lightly against the ground.

Jaehyun took a deep breath, steeling himself, and made his way over to her, determined to make things right.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

Jaehyun took a deep breath, steeling himself, and made his way over to her, determined to make things right.

As he approached, the people around her seemed to sense the tension, exchanging glances before slowly stepping back, leaving the two of them alone in the middle of the patio. The noise around them faded into the background.

Jaehyun opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first. Then the words just spilled out.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out earlier. I was just... I don’t know, I saw you in that dress and... and then when you said you came to see me and not because of Jake, I just—" He paused, his hands gesturing wildly as he tried to find the right words. "I got jealous. It was dumb. I shouldn’t have said you shouldn’t be here, because I want you here. Like, I always want you here, not just at parties, but anywhere, and I—" He was rambling now, his thoughts tripping over each other in his rush to explain.

"—I just, I like you. A lot. And I don’t know how to deal with that sometimes. You’re... you’re like this amazing person, and I’m just the guy who’s pretending to study just so I can see you, and that probably sounds stupid, but—" He was talking faster, his words stumbling over each other. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he wasn’t even sure if he was making sense anymore.

Suddenly, Y/n stepped closer, cutting him off mid-sentence. Without saying a word, she stood on her tiptoes, leaning in.

Before he could process what was happening, her lips met his.

Time seemed to stop. His heart did a somersault, and his thoughts went blank. Her kiss was soft, brief, but it left him utterly frozen, like his brain couldn’t catch up with what just happened.

When she pulled back, Jaehyun stood there, completely stunned, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he tried to make sense of reality. For a moment, it was as though his whole world had paused.

Y/n looked at him and burst into laughter—an easy, melodic sound that broke through the tension. "You should see your face right now," she teased.

Her laughter snapped him out of his trance. His shocked expression melted into a grin, his heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

"Wait, you—" he started, his voice trailing off in disbelief.

She smiled, stepping closer again, her gaze soft but teasing. "Yeah, I like you too. Even if you pretend to read at the library every day." She gave him a playful nudge.

A flood of relief and pure happiness washed over him, and without thinking, he closed the gap between them, gently cupping her face and bringing his lips to hers once more. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second of it. He could feel the smile on her lips, and it made him grin into the kiss.

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