#but I kinda want him to make her ask to be tickled 'n actually SAY the word tickle

[holly-the-fallen-angel]

*She tries tickling his stomach*

*Holly had come back from work and went to her room immediately and took a shower after she finished drying off and brushing her fur, she put on a sleeveless mesh crop top that's an under boob cut over her bra and some black shorts, but didn't put on her boots. He's her big brother after all, so she trusts him. I mean, he's literally helped her from losing her mind and giving into suicide, he's helped her bathe in the winter after she crawled into the hotel fully naked, he's taken care of her wounds, and he's saved her from second death. So she obviously doesn't need to, she then goes to Vexter's room and knocks on his door before speaking in a sorta happy voice. She wasn't entirely happy though, she'd been missing him all day, and she needed his big brother comfort after an extremely long day at the studio*

"'Ey Vex, 'M back from woirk! An' don't worry, I already took a showa' so I don't smell bad, can I come in?"

*Vex was in a worse condition than he usually is. Granted, having to raid clubs, bars, and casinos at the dead of night didn't exactly put him in the best spot, nor did the nightmares help his case. No longer able to depend on cigarettes or needles to get him through the days, he ends up snacking away his worries, which gained him some well-deserved pounds. Yet something about that bothered him, and he couldn't explain it. Hearing the knock at the door, he quickly hides his chips away, throwing on his blankets half hazardly* "Yeah, c'mon in"

[rxmqnova]

Natasha x daughter reader

Reader lives on the helicarrier with her Mommy. After spending the week with her uncle Clint whilst mommy was on a solo mission. Natasha comes home to find her daughter has picked up her uncle's annoying habit of travelling through air vents.

Air vents

Y/N: 7 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N/N? Where are you, you cheeky little monkey?" Natasha calls, looking for her daughter.

Natasha only just arrived back home from her week long mission while her daughter has been with Clint over the week. And right now she really just wants some cuddles from her little girl.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Y/N's little voice is heard from the other room along with her footsteps as she's running to where her mommy is.

"There you are" Natasha sighs in relief, opening her arms for her daughter who sprints into her mother's arms in full speed, causing them to end up on the ground, Y/N on top of Natasha.

Natasha takes it as an opportunity and starts tickling her daughter, causing Y/N to squeal and laugh, trying to get away from her mother's strong hold.

"Mommy, stop" Y/N laughs out, tears from laughter escaping her eyes on which Natasha decides to actually stop.

"I missed you so much, baby" The redhead says softly, pressing a kiss to her daughter's head as she carefully stands up with Y/N wrapped around her like a koala.

"I missed you too, mommy. So much. I drew you lots of pictures, you have to see!" Y/N explains enthusiastically, swinging her legs happily while Natasha's carrying her into her room.

"Oh really? I can't wait to see then" Natasha smiles, a teasing tone in her voice.

"You'll love them, mama. Even uncle Clint helped" Y/N points out, playing with a strand of Natasha's hair.

"Speaking of uncle Clint, were you nice for him?" Natasha asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Mhm. I'm ALWAYS nice, mommy" Y/N nods her head, earning another chuckle from her mother.

"Oh, are you now?" She teases, earning one more nod from her daughter which makes her chuckle. "Alright you, will you bring the pictures while mommy takes a shower?"

Hearing a nod from Y/N, Natasha walks into the bathroom after Y/N runs away. She knows her daughter can cause a lot of trouble without being watched though, so she really tries to take as quick shower as possible.

When she walks out of the bathroom again, she finds Y/N sitting on the bed, several papers surrounding her on which she can't help but chuckle.

"Come, mommy, you have to see!" Y/N grins, patting a spot next to her while waiting for Natasha to join her. "Look!" She grins once again, handing her mother the first drawing.

And after showing Natasha every single picture she drew for her, the little girl gets an idea.

"Let's play hide and seek, mommy!" Y/N grins, looking at Natasha with pleading eyes.

"Honey, I'm really tired, can't we just-"

"Please, mommy! Please, please!" Y/N begs, pulling out her best puppy eyes and knowing well Natasha can't resist them.

"… Fine, just for a little bit though" Natasha sighs, a smile forming on her face when she hears Y/N's cheers.

"'Kay, mommy. I'll go to hide!" Y/N beams happily, already running out of the room before Natasha can even say a word.

"Cheeky little monkey" Natasha chuckles to herself and starts counting to 20 like they always do while playing hide and seek.

What Natasha doesn't know though is that Y/N kinda took over her uncle Clint's habit which is traveling through air vents.

Y/N is such a cheeky little girl and managed to get Clint to show her every single way around the air vents. Turned out Clint can't resist Y/N's puppy eyes either, so he agreed.

Natasha starts looking for her daughter, always making sure to check every single place her daughter could be.

Y/N, on the other hand, uses the air vents every single time she hears her mother's voice or footsteps, always quietly giggling.

Natasha soon becomes desperate. She's a spy, how come she can't find her own child? The thought is stuck in her mind after she searches through every single room.

"Y/N, this is not funny anymore. Where are you?" Natasha calls, worry taking over her. Y/N couldn't just disappear, right?

Luckily for her, she bumps into Clint.

"Haven't you seen Y/N? We're playing hide and seek, but I've been looking for more than 20 minutes and just can't find her" Natasha sighs, hoping Clint will say yes.

"… I think I know where she is" Clint chuckles nervously. "I'll be back in a minute"

Before Natasha can say anything, Clint rushes away. Natasha's quick to follow, her eyes widening when she sees Clint crawl into the air vents.

It doesn't take long until he finds the little troublemaker and as soon Y/N crawls out of the air vents, she sprints to Natasha.

"I won, mommy! I won!" She grins, crashing her small body into Natasha's legs.

"You did, baby, but mommy was so worried about you. You can't do this to me ever again" Natasha sighs, lifting her daughter up and holding her tightly, happy her little one is okay.

"… Clint? How does Y/N know her way around the air vents?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, you know… Did you hear that? I think I heard someone just calling for me. I'm coming!" Clint practically sprints out of the room, he's surely in a lot of trouble and NO ONE wants to get on Natasha's bad side.

"Clint!"

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Finally managed to get at least one one shot done, getting back into writing is much harder than I thought…

Natasha Romanoff masterlist

Masterlist

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Can I put a bow on it"

✰---summery: in short, leeknow smut. you wanted to do a tiktok Trend with your boyfriend you saw... you didnt know it'd turn into all this but lets be honest youre not complaining

✰---approx: 20 min read

✰--A/n: first part of my smutober series! the other couple parts are coming v soon so stay turned! idk how good this is ive never written smut like this please forgive me if its terrible and ive never written for leeknow. also I figured id just make birthday fics for the skz members born in sep in oct as my take of kinktober but not as kinky lmao please ignore spelling mistakes I wrote this at two am

✰--- warnings/info: kissing, swearing/ dirty talk, smut and lots of it, not a very strong plot I fear, leeknow kinda chokes reader(?), leeknow fingers reader.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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his arms lock tighter around where your plush thighs and knees meet, he pants heavier, drilling into you with such passion your mind goes blank with noting more inside it then dumb babbilling thoughts that bounce around like a computer screen saver.

youre left wondering how you somehow knew it was gonna come to this.

when you had appoched your boyfriend of a year asking him to do some TikTok trend you had been having saved for a while and had rediscovered.

he scoffs at you with a smile "what is it baby?" he cranes his neck to look at you standing beside the sofa. "can I tie a bow around it?" you ask, innocent smile on your face as his eyes widen. when you show him the video of a girl tying a bow around her boyfriends bicep to your surprise he, in one swift motion stands up, circles his arms around your waist them brings you back down to the sofa with him.

"around what?" you can feel his smirk on your spine, hear it in his voice.

you know what hes doing but he can't fool you so easily. you can feel his heatbeat on your back as he presses you against his firm chest. "hm, so you like the idea then baby?" his only response is nibbling at the tip of your ear, pressing his face into you.

a second later and you feel hot air hit your neck, tickling you. "You like my biceps that much, yeah? you like that ive been working out and how big they've gotten?" you fiddle with your own fingers. "maybe." "you like that I can do this--" he turns you around so he can carry you princess style, carrying you to your shared bed.

he flips you down on it, but still being careful to cradle your head even though it only hits the soft blankets on top of the plush mattress. he looks down at you, sprawled out on the bed, the two of yous bed. and he looks at you like youre a master piece, a beautiful piece of art he wants to preserve forever. "I didnt even tell you what I wanna do."

he flops down next to you "im good with whatever." you reach into your jeans pocket to pull out the pretty silk ribbon you'd put there in case he'd say yes. which to be honest you knew he would. He couldn't resist you. not for long anyways. you roll yourself on top of him, legs on either side of his hips as you straddle him. he sits up and you make a show of wrapping the ribbon around his bicep and maybe hes a little miffed you didnt want to wrap it around anything else.

but he quickly recovers because as soon as you move on to his shoulders, rubbing them with just the right amount of pressure hes shivering. starting at the bow, you kiss, nip, then lick his skin. eventually youre at his color bone and then eventually youre at his jaw, though now just peppering it with more kisses than anything.

thats when Minho decides he has enough and flips you around, caging you in as you smile and giggle at each other, a cute little moment-- coupled with you playing with the ribbon.

but filled with want, he couldn't help himself he pounces on you like an animal

You let out a cute little squeel of surprise that turns him on even more. His hard cock is pressed shift your thigh as you’re chest to chest, your hot breath in his ear as he nips at your collar bone. Someone you end up finding his bicep and biting at it, your lips covering his smooth skin. He stops pinning you to the bed in the little play fight you two have going on. Just long enough to whine out a complaint.

“Ahhhh shit jagyia you broke my arm!” You sit up on your elbows and raise your eyebrow “oh stop” you playfully slap him on his knee, knowing he was only joking too “you’re fine.” “I’m bleeding!” “No youre not” “ok but it left a mark” you lean down and plant a light kiss on the very much not marked up place you bit.

He makes a little ~ahhh~ face of contentment along with the sound. “Wow I suddenly it feels so much better” “so all the pain… gone?” You laugh, “is that all you wanted, a—“ he pins you back down, cutting you off because you both well know he would’ve agreed that yes all he wanted was a soft kiss from you. He was not wasting any time devouring you like a man starved. Though you wished he’d direct his attention elsewhere. Further down your body. To your aching core preferably.

He gets there soon enough. Your pretty pussy hot through your panties. He looks up at you once he’s done kissing down your throat and body, his hand gripping onto your breast thumbing over your pebbled nipple. “Oh yes” you whine, knowing he was asking for permission. “Tell me what you want baby” it’s all overwhelming for you. But that’s what makes it so fucking good.

“Wan’ you to make me feel good” he gets a little closer to your heat, pressing his sharp nose to your clothed clit, making you shiver. “Oh yeah,” he mumbles against you,”how?” You knew that he wasn’t going to do much of anything until you said what he so desperately wanted to hear.

"touch my pussy, Min. can't you see im already so wet for you?" you feel him take another deep breath in, inhaling your intoxicating scent. "come on sweetheart you can do better than that. act like you want it." its borderline a command and you love it. your hips buck up into his face, chasing some sort of friction, just anything to satisfy the want you have inside you.

to your surprise he doesn't pin your hips down like usual, letting you buck up into his face a second time. "mmm yeah," he groans, muffled by your flesh. "fuck yeah just like that baby. you want this so bad dont you." and hes right you really did

"I-I" you try to start your sentence. "what's wrong?" he lifts his head up and pouts in fake sympathy for your breathless state, "can't speak baby? c'mon I know you can do both. keep humping my nose, doll."

you bite your lip in consentration "I want you to finger fuck me while you lap at my clit."Minho chuckles "what is my nose not enough anymore? thought you liked it" you roll your eyes and are about to tell him to shut up until he yanks your panties down your legs until the won't go any further and youre stuck having them dig into your thighs. not that you mind though, the sensation adding to the whole lustful feel in the moment. besides you know they won't be there for long. soon enough he'll be pulling them off completely because he can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can to your body.

"too bad, they looked so fuckin sexy on you." you dont even get a chance to say anything cause hes diving head first (literally) into your pussy. lapping at your clit just how you asked him to. but it did make your knees weak and your face heat up.

they were just some old underwear you'd had for a little while you had grabbed out th drawer this morning cause they were the first thing you saw. noting special, in fact, the waist band was starting to have the tiniest bit of fraying. but apparently only you noticed. that was the thing about him, no matter what you were wearing or what time of the day it was he always full heartedly thought you looked amazing. and for all the shit he gives you, you know he thinks that every time he looks at you. and by those looks he shamelessly gives you, well, anyone could tell.

he lifts his head, chin glistening. "I can feel how much youre enjoying this baby. want me to finger you now, hm?" he says it with a fake pout, almost in a slight mocking tone. but you dont care. hes right, fuck you really wanna feel his fingers. you pant out a yeah and when he slides in two fingers, the stretch mixed with the pleasure of him already moving and curling them how you like sends you to another planet.

you focus on his face, somehow concentrated but cocky, proud of the reactions he was getting out of you but longing for more. your legs try to squeeze shut but he forces that back open again and again.

and once hes got you cumming around his fingers and you start to sit up he drags you right back down by your thighs, "im not done with you yet." and it sounded like a promise. your lips curve into a sloppy and dazed smile, "good" you commend. "yeah I bet you feel so," he pauses to kiss your collarbone, "empty. without something filling you up dont you?"

"I do. please ,hurry up and fill me with your cock" he breathes in the scent of the skin of your neck, obviously pleased.

somehow you ended up with his cock drilling into your sopping wet pussy, the sounds your bodies moving together were making driving your a bit insane. with Minho behind you, your nose pressed in the fold of his arm as his hand caressed the side of your face and other free arm held onto your hips for dear life for leverage to fuck you better.

he leaned down to your ear “you gonna be a god slut for me? Yeah, gon take this cock” as he presses his thumb into your mouth on your tongue "oh my god, fuck yeah right there, " you moan as his cock drills into your pussy, hitting your cervix, "hm? god isn't here baby."

you moan in pleasure, knees weak and elbows tired from supporting you. "no, no," he exsencuates his words with sharp pumps oh his dick. "moan my name for me baby." you dont question it, the next time you moan you do. its choppy, long and drawn out but you can feel his smile against your neck. "mmmmh" he whines, "letting the neighbors know who's fucking you so good, hm?" you gasp and make another sound of pleasure at his words.

Minho knows full well what hes doing, and between the gruff tone in his voice, his other hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit the way you like, and the way his other hand is half pressing on your neck with his thumb on your chin... its all so much but in the best way. he pulls you to him, whispering, coaxing you to cum on his cock, squeeze him so so fucking tight like he wants you to, clamp down on him, soffocate his cock till he cums.

with his heart beat against your back and soft kisses on your neck, you get pushed over the edge with your back arching into his chest. and you barely get enough time to recover till he lays you down gently on the bed, cradling your head and kissing your lips. you gasp when he slips back inside your warmth, and he hisses as his pace picks up to a break neck speed, chasing his own orgasm.

as the pleasure turns into overstimulation he fucks into you with newfound vigor. but you dont care, the look on his face above you making you feel euphoric. he cums soon after and youre sure you'll walk a little funny tomorrow.

you fall asleep on his chest, warm as ever. hm, maybe you should ask him to do more TikTok trends more often... wait... that reminds you, shit! you never filmed the stupid thing. well, guess you'll just have to do it again once you wait up.

~end~

thanks for reading! please reblog and or comment if you liked it!

Taglist: @bamtorin

[worldlxvlys]

HI ANNA BBG

REQUEST HEREE

UHMM CAN YOU MAKE ANOTHER CHRIS AND TOXIC GF ONE(when you get time ofc!!) AND CHRIS AND THE READER START GETTING A LITTLE KISSY WISSY AND MAKING OUT AND SHI AND CAN THE GF CAN IN?

from : isa.

reader x chris who has a toxic! gf (part 5)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, mention of blood, no actual p in v but it’s nsfw, cheating

** i’m not promoting cheating in the slightest, this is fiction. please do not cheat on anyone.

a/n: previous part

after sobbing on my kitchen floor for a while, i found the strength to pick myself up and wash the blood off of my hands.

i didn’t hear from chris for the rest of the night, and i didn’t attempt to reach out in respect of the fact that he needed space.

although the thought of him taking care of layla made my blood boil, there wasn’t much i could do to stop it.

the next morning, i decided that it was time to talk to chris face-to-face.

without eating breakfast, i grabbed my car keys and headed out.

i stopped for food on the way to his house, grabbing his favorite pastry for him.

when i arrived at his house, i spotted chris walking out of his front door as i pulled into the driveway.

he didn’t seem surprised to see me, in fact, he walked towards my car.

when i unlocked the doors, he climbed into my passenger seat.

we both sat in silence for a few seconds, before chris broke it.

“i was just about to head to yours” he spoke, “ we need to talk”

“you’re right, we do. but first, here” i spoke as i handed him the pastry.

“thanks” he whispered as he took the bag.

we sat in silence for a minute before i decided to speak. “look, i know what i did yesterday upset you. but, honestly? i’m not sorry” i said.

he looked like he wanted to say something, but i stopped him.

“chris, she talked about you like you didn’t mean anything to her. first off, those tears were fake. she said she was just using it as a way to get you to have sex with her” his face dropped at that.

“she said terrible things about manipulating you to get what she wants, that you were a ‘good fuck’, i couldn’t just let her talk about you like that”

“i’m always going to protect you, and you deserve to be treated like a human being, not a fuck toy. so yes, i beat that bitch up and i’d do it again a million times. and i won’t apologize.” i said.

chris just sat there and stared at me with wide eyes.

“chris, say something. i get that you’re mad, but you have to underst-” i was cut off by his lips crashing into mine.

i froze for a few seconds, unable to process the fact that chris was finally kissing me. once i came to my senses, i melted into his touch.

he pulled away for a second to look at me, “sorry, i just couldn’t wait any longer to do that” he said.

“look, i’m not mad about what happened yesterday. i was just kinda freaked out when i saw you on top of her like that. but i shouldn’t have reacted that way, and i’m sorry. of course you don’t have anything to apologize for, all you ever do is look out for me” he spoke as his hand caressed my jaw.

his eyes bounced from my lips to my eyes, going back and forth.

“can i tell you a secret?” he whispered, his breath tickling my face.

“always” i whispered back as my eyes fell shut.

“seeing you on top of her like that? it kinda…it kinda turned me on. especially now that i know that it was for me” he said.

“i’d do anything for you, you know that right?” i asked as my hands found their way to his hair, gently playing with it.

“anything?” he rose his eyebrows at me, moving a little bit closer.

“anything” i confirmed as my lips brushed against his.

with that, i grabbed his jaw and pulled his lips back onto mine.

in one swift motion, chris pulled me over the center console, seating me so i straddled his waist.

each touch of our lips was electrifying, it made me want to kiss him all day.

his hands were under my shirt, squeezing the bare skin of my waist.

my hands traveled all over his body, never stopping in just one place.

i could finally feel him the way that i wanted to, with no limitations, and i didn’t know where to touch first.

my hand crept its way under his shirt, and i took in the warmth radiating from his body. the touch of my cold hands against his skin made him shudder slightly.

chris pulled his lips from mine, moving them to the tip of my ear. he left kisses on my ear, down my neck, my collarbones, down to any skin of my cleavage that was exposed.

he intertwined our hands, lifting them up and placing kisses against mine while he looked at me.

he brought his mouth to my boob, sucking it through the thin layer of my tank top.

he stuck his hand under my shirt, playing with the other boob.

“shit, chris” i moaned as my head flew back.

“fuck, i need to hear that sound again” he spoke as he pinched my nipple, eliciting a high-pitched moan from my mouth.

“god, you sound so good. wanna hear you moan my name” he spoke against me.

“chris” i moaned as he continued his assault on my boob.

he bunched my tank top up, fully exposing my chest and bringing his mouth to my nipple.

“louder” he growled, lightly biting the bud.

“chris! oh my god” i screamed.

he pulled me as close to him as he could, my chest pressing against his as he brought his lips to mine once again.

our lips molded together beautifully, like two pieces of a puzzle.

his hand reached down to the waistband of my sweatpants, when-

knock, knock, knock

the sound of someone’s fist against the glass of my driver side window made us pull away from the kiss.

i fixed my top as i looked over, eyes widening when i saw his girlfriend standing there.

she looked pissed.

granted, she just found the same person who broke her nose less than twenty-four hours ago making out with her boyfriend. i’d be mad too.

chris gave me a look, as though he was apologizing in advance for whatever crazy action she took next.

i gave him a light smile and patted his chest before moving to sit in the driver’s seat.

i rolled down the window enough to speak, but not low enough for her to stick her hand in.

“are you fucking serious right now?” she yelled, her face turning bright red.

it took everything in me not to laugh at how worked up she was.

“you make me cry, break my nose, and steal my boyfriend from me in less than a day?”

“not a single one of those things was hard to do, either” i tilted my head at her.

“what was that you were saying about being in a relationship with him ? guess that’s over now, huh ?” i raised my eyebrows at her.

her face scrunched up and she looked like she wanted to throw a tantrum.

“see, the difference between me and you is i treat him right because he means everything to me. i don’t talk down to him or make him feel like he isn’t important, because he is. i protect him with everything i have in me, because he doesn’t deserve to be brought down by ugly ass bitches like you. you may look nice on the outside, but the inside? there’s no disguising that. you genuinely disgust me” i said.

she just blinked at me in response.

“and if you didn’t pick up on it by now, we’re over” chris added in , scrunching up his face in a sarcastic smile.

“you can get the fuck out of my driveway now” he spoke.

“whatever, you two deserve each other” she said, desperately searching for a comeback.

“you’re right, we do” chris smiled at me.

having had enough, layla walked back to her car and drove off.

i pulled chris into a big hug, squeezing his waist.

“i’m so fucking proud of you” i spoke into his shoulder.

“thank you for opening my eyes” he whispered into my neck.

💟💟💟💟

yayyyyy y’all can stop planning chris’s murder now !

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[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

[mythica0]

Ok, I kinda feel greedy asking for this.. but that Poseidon x Amphitrite fix was so good I just HAVE to have seconds! X3

Can we maybe get a Part 2..?

What if Poseidon got into a massive Lee Mood? Because, he keeps thinking back to that one night and how nice it was, and.. he wants more of it. But he'd sooner get stabbed in the face with his own trident before he ever admits that!

But with nothing else working to quell this annoying feeling he soon realizes he doesn't have a choice. So one night imagine Poseidon's just sitting there beside his wife, mumbling and stuttering over his words, blushing like an idiot and making 0 eye contact as he struggles to make this request as indirectly & vaguely as possible. But Amphitrite's able to catch on surprisingly fast, and she's more than willing to grant her husband's wish. He just has to ask~ 😉

The whole prompt is basically Amphitrite teasing the hell out of her husband, and this time, she's a lot more ruthless (get it~?) in her attacks (i.e. lots of upper body tkls, gill tkls, neck kisses & belly raspberries).

(P.S. Out of slight curiosity, since I know everyone has different visual descriptions for Poseidon in their stories- does your Poseidon have gills on his sides/ribs or his neck? Sometimes I get a lil confused while reading. 😅 Which specific artist's version of him (AnniFlamma's, Neal's, Gigi's, aulith's, Willows', etc.) are you envisioning when you write him?)

Stupid moods

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁:Poseidon

🍫:Amphitrite

Summary: after a sweet night of tickly cuddles, Poseidon finds himself craving more, much to his dismay.

A/N: this is soooo cute absolutely!! Also, this is a sequel to Sweet Lovin’ so read that first! Not sure I like the ending, but whatever.

Happy new year and Enjoyyyyy!! :D

(P.s: my version/picture his gills are on his neck, and because I’m an artist I imagine my own design!:3)

Stupid moods

Poseidon was irritated.

The previous night, his loving wife have given him a night of cuddles, which ended up with him being gently tickled until they went to sleep.

And now he wanted more. And he hated it.

He felt all buzzy and fizzy, like a soda can that had been shaken. And it was so. Annoying.

All day he tried to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist.

All day he yelled at his brain to stop.

But it just wouldn’t listen. Pictures and daydreams flooded his head without his permission, and it was getting difficult to focus.

Obviously, he could just ask his wife to help him, but that was so embarrassing he thinks he might actually rather be skewered by his own trident.

So on the day went, this stupid mood growing and growing with every minute it went unsatisfied.

And finally, it reached a point where Poseidon couldn’t take anymore. If he didn’t do something about this dumb craving now it was going to be a problem. He didn’t really have much choice, unless he wanted to live with this annoying, insufferable buzzing for the rest of his immortal existence.

So, when he climbed into bed with his wife, ready to relax and then go to sleep, he attempted to ask. But it was still incredibly embarrassing, so he stuttered and blushed and really struggled to get the words out.

“Hey, darling?”

Amphitrite looked over curiously. “Yes, my dear?”

“Can you- uh.” He failed to say it directly, needing to find work arounds. “Can you do the- the thing?”

Amphitrite tilted her head a little in confusion, and Poseidon was looking anywhere but in her eyes. This was quite out of character for Poseidon, so Amphitrite was reasonably curious. “I’m sorry?”

“Y- Y’know, the thing. The one you- the thing you did last night?”

At these words, Amphitrite’s eyes widened in realization, a small, fond smile gracing her features.

“Of course honey. But.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I want you to ask. Directly.” Her voice was soft and gentle, but also teasing, making Poseidons already intense blush even worse.

“Uh- I-“ he stuttered a bit, still incredibly flustered and embarrassed.

“Well, if you want something you have to ask for it! It’s only polite.” She teased again, clearly enjoying the lighthearted chance to mess with him.

He stammered for quite some time, but eventually managed to spew it out, the words quick and tumbling as if he was trying to rip it off like a bandaid. “Pleasetickleme!”

As he finally succeeded, Amphitrite smiled and pushed Poseidon down so he was lying rather than sitting. “Of course, my love.”

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, her voice low and teasing. “Your safe word is trident. Use it wisely, because once you say it, I’m done.”

Once he nodded, she pulled back, putting on an uncharacteristic sort of tickle monster persona. “You know, since you asked, I’m not going to be merciful.”

Poseidon tried and failed to mask the excited shiver that he felt at the words.

“You’re going to be a hysterical, breathless mess by the time I’m through with you. No matter how much you beg me to stop, I won’t. I am free to do whatever I want to you, and no matter how bad it tickles, you can’t do anything about it.”

Her voice was sinister and mischievous, in a playful sort of way, not genuinely evil by any sense of the word. That teasing lilt, full of a playful kind of mischief, sent butterflies racing through Poseidon’s tummy, excitement zipping along his spine.

“Are you ready, darling?”

He gave a small, sheepish nod in response, and without any further words, Amphitrite started to rake her claws over his ribs, a fast, gentle motion that left him no chance to hold back his giggles.

“Ehahahahaha Oho myhyhy- ehehehe!”

“Haha, such cute little giggles, my dear~” Amphitrite teased, cooing in a way that made Poseidon blush all the more, his face turning a light pink.

Poseidon squirmed slightly under the hold, despite not wanting to get away. It was overwhelming. It was torturous. It was exactly what he wanted.

She scratched and scribbled at his ribs, pinching up and down the bones. Poseidon squirmed and giggled, unable to stop himself from laughing as that fizzy feeling fully exploded into a ticklish, tingly sensation of butterflies in his stomach.

“Eehehahaha ahaha- ihihi- ehehehee!” He was unable to get words out, not knowing what to say, or wanting to put in the effort to speak clearly through his joyful, bubbly giggles.

Amphitrite cooed, leaning over her husband teasingly as she raked along his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle~”

Poseidon erupted into a much deeper blush, and as much as he hated to admit it his giggles grew a little more frantic at the teasing.

“Nohoho-! Dohohont dohoho thahat!”

“Do what?”

“Sahahay thehe wohord!”

“Oh? What word? Tickle?” She smirked, feigning ignorance.

“Yehehehehes! Thahat wohord!”

“Hmm.. I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, my dear. Besides, it’s such a fun word, isn’t it?” She grinned playfully, moving up to scratch at his armpits as she began to tease once again.

“Tickletickletickletickletickle! tktktktktktk!”

Poseidon let out a small, giggly squeal. “Eehehehehe nohohoho!”

Amphitrite smirked, speeding up the scratching, to which she got frantic protests.

“Ahahahahaha! Whyhy- hahahahahaha-!”

Amphitrite huffed a laugh. “Every time you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘don’t, anything of the sort- I’ll make it worse.”

“Whahahahahat?! YohOU cahahant doho thahat!”

“Actually, I very much can. Remember, you aren’t in control here, darling.” She emphasized the endearing nickname, making her voice low and teasing. Which, of course, caused Poseidon’s blush to double in size.

“Aww, how cute! You’re turning all red~ is my teasing getting you all embarrassed and flustered~?” She cooed slightly, which only intensified the mentioned blush.

“Nohohoho-! Dohohont tehehease!”

Amphitrite immediately increased the pressure on the touch, turning it into drilling. “What did I say about protesting, hmm~?”

Poseidon’s laughter grew in pitch, frantic but still joyful. “AhahahahahHA-! Ohoho myhyhy gohods thahat TIHIHICKLES-!”

“That’s the point, honey~”

Amphitrite trailed her hands down his sides, a light, teasing touch, leading all the way down to his hips. Once she reached the spot, she squeezed and then drilled into the divots of the bone.

“GYahahahahaha! Nohohoho-! PlehehehEASE-!”

“That’s more protesting, darling~”

Getting the implication of the teasing words, Poseidon frantically protested, only digging his grave deeper.

“Nononono- dahaharlihing plehehehehease-!”

Amphitrite ignored the protests, continuing to drill into his hips and also going up to pepper tickly kisses all over his neck.

At the new, more gentle touch, the sea god scrunched up, his giggles becoming more bubbly.

As much as he was protesting, Poseidon was having the time of his life right now. It tickled so damn much, and he loved it.

While still sprinkling kisses all over his neck and ears, Amphitrite moved her hands to scribble at his belly, making sure to use her claws for extra ticklishness.

“EE- ahahahahaha- dahaharlihing-!” He erupted into louder laughter once more, squirming uncontrollably. He arched his back slightly, which only increased the pressure of the nails on his tummy, making him laugh even louder.

“Yes dear?”

“Ihi- ehehehehe-!” Poseidon had to cut himself off from protesting, knowing it would only make it worse for him.

“Ahh, you’re learning. Let’s see if I can get you to protest some more~”

The words sent shivers down Poseidon’s spine, a frantic, giddy nervousness settled in his chest and stomach. Amphitrite removed her hands from his tummy, and started to blow raspberries there instead.

“EE- nohoho- ahahahaha-!” Poseidon failed to stop the fruitless pleas that spilt from him, squirming around and laughing loudly as his tummy was assaulted with ticklish sensations.

“Hehe, there we go~ now I get to make it worse~”

“AhahHA- PlehehehEASE- myhy lohoHOVE-“

She ignored his pleading, starting to add nibbles with the raspberries on his tummy, using her claws to trace his ear fins at the same time, the conflicting feelings of harsh versus gentle driving him crazy.

“AHAHA- ehehahahHA- ohoho myhy- pleheheHEASE-!”

Amphitrite decided to let up for a moment. “Ah, fine. I don’t want you to give up just yet~”

She stopped the raspberries, and started to just gently trace along his sides, making sure to tease at his ribs, drawing swirling patterns along his skin that left him in a fit of bubbly giggles. He was a little embarrassed to say that he melted at the touch, the gentle shapes relaxing him.

“Aww, look at that. You’re turning into a little puddle of giggles~”

Poseidon didn’t bother to deny it, a few contented hums mixing with his warm giggles. Amphitrite waited until his eyes were closed and he was super relaxed, then she suddenly stopped the tracing.

“Whaha-“ Poseidon’s confused protests of why she stopped were cut off by a scream of laughter as she blew a massive raspberry over his gills, using her hands to scribble and scratch at the gills in the other side of his neck.

“AHAHAHAHA- OHOHO GOHOHODS NOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEEASE!” His laughter immediately grew loud and hysterical, his shoulders scrunching fruitlessly to try and block the sensation.

He protested frantically through squeaky, loud laughter despite not meaning any of this. It was absolute torture, complete and utter insanity. And he loved it.

His face was flushed from laughter, tears falling from his eyes as his stomach quivered and trembled from all the laughing.

“Oo, looks like this is a lovely little sweet spot, hmm~?” Amphitrite’s teasing made Poseidon’s already flushed face even redder, his cheeks feeling like they’re on fire from the warmth rushing to them.

“AHAHAHA MYHY LOHOVE- AHAHA- PLEHEHEHEASEE!” He struggles to speak through his laughter, gasping for air in between the loud, joyful sounds.

Then Amphitrite moved both her hands to scratch at his gills, even wiggling slightly underneath to the insides. And just when Poseidon thought it couldn’t get any worse better, she added raspberries and nibbles to his tummy, especially over his navel.

Poseidon couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he was in that moment was just pure, complete, joyful laughter. All his thoughts could say was ‘it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!’ It was so maddening, so amazingly horrible. As much joy as this was providing, Poseidon really was struggling to breathe now, his stamina running low and his sides starting to ache from the workout, his limit thoroughly reached.

“TRIHIHIDENT-!”

As soon as the magic word was said, Amphitrite stopped. Poseidon panted with leftover giggles, feeling intense lingering tingles over his gills. He had a feeling that he would be struck by giggles just at the thought for weeks to come.

“Aha… Wohow..” he panted out, going to wipe his eyes from the tears, but Amphitrite got there first.

“Are you okay, my dear?”

“Yeheah… I’m Ahalright. Juhust.. neheed a minute.” He giggled, taking deep breaths to try and get the air back into his lungs and the warmth in his face to cool down.

“Was it everything you wanted?”

Poseidon’s brain was so thoroughly turned to mush from the maddening feeling that he couldn’t even think straight enough to be embarrassed, just giving a sleepy hum. He was exhausted after that.

“Would you like some water?”

“Yehes please..” Poseidon answered quietly, and Amphitrite stood up to go get him some.

Poseidon found that he couldn’t stop giggling for the life of him. He still felt it. It was as if it was so intense that it was burned into his nerves and it wouldn’t go away, leaving happy, giddy feelings lingering along his gills.

Short after Amphitrite returned with a glass of water, handing it to him. “Drink slowly, love.”

He just hummed in agreement, sipping off the water for a while as Amphitrite gently rubbed her hand along his stomach to try and ease the leftover tingles.

“Okay, let’s go to bed. I’m guessing you’re tired after that, huh?”

Poseidon hummed as he set down the now empty water glass. They cuddled up in the bed, and Poseidon gave a contented, sleepy hum.

Sleep didn’t take long to descend upon him, and he fell asleep in the comfort of Amphitrite’s loving arms.

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[astraysimp]

𓆩⟡𓆪Hello hello! It’s 9mitm Friday! It’s our dumpling boy’s turn and man…..this one challenged me. My brain was working hard trying to figure out and plan this fic. LMAO, I enjoyed the challenge and hope you guys enjoy this chapter! XOXO

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: For as long as you could remember–once your cousins and siblings had found partners, got married and had kids- your family always asked when it was going to be your turn. You hated it, seeing as it got brought up at every family function, but when you and Hyunjin announced your ‘relationship’ last year they shut up….but they still asked about kids…..until you and Hyune showed up with your baby in tow

𓆩⟡𓆪Warnings: fake dating(to real dating) trope, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, reader’s family is kinda annoying, you and Hyun have kept your baby a secret(no ill intentions), fem!reader, petnames, if my math of baby’s age doesn’t line actually make sense please pretend it does :D

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Ah, Christmas dinner with your family. You loved it….but you also dreaded it. Aunts, uncles, cousins, your siblings, your parents, grandparents all asked when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, when you were going to have kids. It annoyed you to no end. That was until last year when Hyunjin had suggested that you two ‘date’ to shut them up. So, you did, appearing at your family’s Christmas dinner hand in hand.

“Wah, our y/n finally got herself a boyfriend!”

“Finally! She’s not single anymore!”

“A boyfriend?! Oh my god, you brought your boyfriend?!”

“When did you meet?!”

“How long have you been together?!”

“He’s so handsome! Where did you meet him?!”

That was all you heard, until you heard the “so, when are you having kids?” You and Hyunjin hadn’t known what to say, heck your ‘relationship’ was only a show, to shut them up. So, you didn’t answer, telling them, “oh, it’ll be a while.”

It ,in fact, was not a little while. You and Hyunjin had baby Iseul only 9 months later. But, opted not to tell your family, due to wanting to soak up and bask in your new lives as parents.

That brought you to now.

Currently, it was Christmas day and you were getting Iseul ready to go to your family’s Christmas dinner. You were already dressed, wearing a red dress, the skirt sparsely covered in gold sequins, a pair of nylon tights on your legs, a pair of delicate black heels on your feet. You curled your hair, tying half of it up with a bow, your makeup already done– brown and gold eyeshadow accentuated your eyes, blank eyeliner elongating them and ruby red lipstick gracing your plump lips.

Tonight, you and Hyunjin were going to introduce Iseul to your family.

A lot in both yours and Hyunjin’s lives had changed. Your( what started as a fake) relationship had blossomed into a real relationship, you had Iseul 5 months ago, you lived together, he gave you a promise ring, you met his family. Oh, did I mention, you had a baby 5 months ago? Because you did, and her name is Iseul. She is a dream, not fussy, has Hyunjin’s pouty lips, and doesn't cry a lot. You and Hyunjin love her, actually love is too weak a word.

Smiling, you looked down to see Iseul trying to put her foot in her mouth. Laughing, you gently held her legs in your hands, sliding a pair of tights onto her chubby legs. “Hi, my dewdrop. Are you so excited? You get to meet your grandma and grandpa, and your aunts and uncles?” You giggled, as Iseul held her arms and legs up. She giggled as you tickled her belly, high pitched squeals and giggles erupting through the room. Her laugh was one of your favorite things about her, the way she so effortlessly lit up your life with her giggle. Grabbing the dress from beside you, you carefully slid it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves.

My first Christmas

The dress read, across its velvet red fabric, white letters spelling out the words.There was soft fur, along the hem, neckline and sleeves. She looked too cute. Sliding a pair of matching socks over her feet, you smiled and tied her soft baby hair in a ponytail and added a bow. “Oh look at my baby girl! My baby girl is so cute! Should we show appa how cute you are?” You smiled, and gently picked her up, holding her on your hip, as you pointed in the mirror. “There she is! There’s my dewdrop!” You smiled, bouncing her on your hip as she giggled. “Let’s show appa, yeah?!”

Speaking of her appa– Hyunjin– where is he?

You,nor Hyunjin, could exactly remember when your ‘fake’ relationship turned into you actually dating. Was it when the two of you were relaxing on the couch of your shared apartment, his arms around your shoulders and your head on his chest? “We have to make our relationship look real, honey love.” He would tell you.

Maybe

Was it when he made you heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, for Valentine’s Day? “Happy Valentine’s Day, mumma,” he whispered in your ear. His soft yet calloused hands cradling your cheek, trying to wake you peacefully, where you laid in bed. “Morning, honey oat,” you sleepily grumbled. Your eyes slowly fluttering open to see a tray of breakfast— those exact heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries cut into hearts, a glass of orange juice and a croissant— percheched on your bed, with Hyune sitting against the headrest. “Made you breakfast, for you and the baby.” He blushed, smiling down at your half awake form.

Perhaps

Was it when you were at your 20 week ultrasound, finding out that you would be having a baby girl and the nurse beamed at you, congratulating you with a “congratulations Mr and Mrs Hwang”

Mr and Mrs.Hwang

You couldn’t remember. Your lives bled into one another seamlessly, the line between real dating and your fake show relationship seeming to disappear. It was easy. Easy as breathing. Sure, ever since you had become friends with the tall boy, you had pictured and thought of dating him. Wondered how his pillow soft and ever so plush lips would feel against your own; how it would feel to be held against his chest as he sang you to sleep at night. The thoughts always lingered in your brain, somewhere in the back. But, you never would have imagined for him to suggest putting on a show relationship to quiet your family’s ever persistent questioning.

Sure, you had also seen Hyunjin interact with babies, over your times as friends. And did it make you wonder about what it would be like to have a child with him? Yes, you weren’t going to deny it. Again, you never would have guessed it to become a reality. But, it was your reality. You and Hyunjin… sharing an apartment, welcome home kisses, having a baby shower, him healing you through. Your pregnancy.

He was there through it all, every step, milestone, doctor’s appointment. He was there. He had even picked out her name, Iseul. “I like Iseul, love. It means dewdrop. Our own little dewdrop,” He muttered, his large hand rubbing against your bump, as you two were laying in bed, one night.

Her nursery theme was his idea, as well. Themes of soft powder blue and a crème color flourishing against the walls. Hyunjin picked out each piece of furniture, as long as you approved of it, assembled them and built the nursery, filling it with his love. One of his, and your, favorite things was the mural that Hyunjin has painted. It was a picture of the sky, clouds gracing the ceiling with rain falling down, but in the spaces between the raindrops, was her name…

Iseul

Grabbing Iseul’s shoes and snow suit(one of those full body padded baby onesies) you headed towards your and Hyunjin’s shared bedroom? “Where’s appa, Iseul? Hm, where did appa go?” You pondered, seeing as he wasn’t in your bedroom, and the master bathroom light was off.

Where could he have gone? You thought to yourself, as you made your way downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Hyune? Hyunnie? Babe, where’d you go,are you ready?” You called out, entering the living room.

Then, you saw him– and damn, did he look good. His ebony hair was slicked back, a tailored Versace pair of slacks along his legs, a festive yet classy Versace crewneck on his torso, paired with a gold watch and shiny, black sleek dress shoes on his feet.

Damn, I’m lucky

He was preparing Iseul’s stroller, making sure a blanket was safely tucked in it, to make sure she was warm and had the baby bag sitting on the floor nearby. “Look, dew drop, there’s appa!” You smiled, as she giggled and kicked her feet in your hold.

“Oh! There my girls are! Hi my loves, don’t you two look so pretty?” Hyunjin smiled, turning around at your voice and seeing you standing there. Making his way over to you, he planted a kiss on your lips and Isuel’s forehead, before taking her into his arms. “My baby’s first Christmas! Are you excited, pumpkin!?” He smiled, as Iseul squished her small chubby hands on his cheeks, happy squeals and giggles leaving her mouth. “I think she is, huh dewdrop?” You smiled, adjusting her dress, before you adjusted the red bow in her hair.

Turning to you, Hyunjin smiled and kissed the crown of your head. “ I need to load the gifts and stroller into the car. Think you’ll be okay getting her ready while I do that, hon?” He asked, as you smiled with a nod. “I got it, babe. Go get everything settled,” you patted his butt lightly, taking Iseul back into your arms. With a nod of his head, Hyunjin put his long trench coat on, and grabbed the stroller and baby bag, slinging it over his stroller, “I’ll warm up the car, while I’m out there, honey!” He called, making his way into the cold night air, popping the trunk open and setting the stroller and baby bag inside.

Meanwhile, in the house, you had slid your own matching trench coat on and fastened its buttons, before setting Iseul on the couch, humming as you laid the opened baby snow suit on the cushions. “Let’s get my dew drop bundled up,” you cooed, gently booping her nose. Carefully, you laid her against the back portion of the jacket, settling her legs and arms in their respective sleeves. “One foot, and another foot and you’re all in!” You giggled, zipping up the zipper. Hyunjin had since reentered, to grab your load of presents, before leaning down to plant a kiss to yours and Iseul’s heads. “Look at my little dewdrop! You look so warm, did mommy dress you up?” He smiled as she kicked her feet, before he went to load the presents into the car.

Taking one of her shoes into your hands, you gently slid it on her foot, clasping the buckle shut. “One foot,” You smiled as she waved her arms around, looking up at you. “And one more foot,” you giggled, repeating the process with her other shoe. Picking her up, you grabbed your keys, phone and bag and made your way to the door. Turning the lights off, Hyunjin took Iseul to buckle her into her carseat. “Ready to go, my loves?”

The drive was about an hour and a half , to your parents’ house. Iseul had managed to fall asleep, and you couldn’t blame her, traffic causing a 30 minute delay. Cars bumping back to back, you had barely moved an inch. You weren’t shocked when you turned from your spot in the passenger seat, to see a sleeping Iseul on her car seat.

Driving during the holidays sucked.

But, you managed to make it, and once you pulled into the familiar driveway of your parents’ home, you smiled. Unbuckling your seat belt, you went to the trunk, grabbing the gift bags. You, carefully, made your way into the house, to be greeted by smiles and warm hugs. But, outside, Hyunjin was grabbing the stroller, setting a still sleeping baby Iseul in it, and the rest of the gifts.

“Hi,everyone! We’re here!”

Your parents rushed over to you, pulling you into their warm embrace. “Hi, love, so nice to see you! Where is that lovely boyfriend of yours?” Your mom asked, noticing Hyunjin wasn’t by your side. “He’s out bringing the rest of the gifts(and our baby) in,” You laughed, turning to hug your dad. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” Your dad asked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m good, how are you, dad?” You smiled, walking to the living room, after shrugging your jacket and shoes off, exchanging them for house slippers.

“Hi, yn!”

“Hey, where’s Hyunjin?!”

“Ynnie! So good to see you!”

Everyone called out their greetings and you smiled, giving them all a hug after you placed the presents under the, already full, tree. “He’s on his way in, we have a lot of presents to bring!” You laughed out.

You heard him before you saw him. Smiling, you could hear the wheels locking on the stroller as he was taking his jacket and shoes off. Any minute now and everyone would be in for a big surprise.

“Hello, hello! I’m here!”

And there he was. But, not only him, he came pushing the stroller in, Iseul still asleep, the soft blanket laid over her body. “And, we have a guest!”

“Is that a-”

“A stroller….a baby?!”

“When did you two have a baby?!”

“A grandbaby, oh my gosh!”

Needless to say, everyone was surprised, shocked, taken aback, confused. You laughed, as Hyunjin took Iseul out of her stroller and sat next to you. “Yep, a baby. Baby Iseul,” you smiled, seeing her stir awake. Gently, you tucked the soft fleece blanket around her body, ensuring her pacifier was shut in her mouth. But, they could also see a ring on your finger.

“What-“

“When?!”

“How old is she?!”

“What’s her name?!”

“Is that a ring?!”

Laughing, you looked over at Hyunjin, seeing him rocking Iseul in his arms. “Wow, lots of questions. But! I have answers!” You giggled, settling yourself against Hyunjin’s side, as he placed a kiss on your temple. “So, to start, her name is Iseul and she’s 5 months old. Uh, we found out we were having her after last Christmas,” You breathed out, as Hyunjin nodded. Clearing his throat, he looked toward you. “We weren’t expecting or planning on having her. She was like our own Christmas present, he laughed, “but, we really love being parents.”

“Why haven’t we met or seen her yet?” Your mom asked, curious as to what took you and Hyunjin so long to bring your baby around. Nodding your head, you smiled as Iseul was slowly stirring from her sleep. “Honestly, we just wanted to bask in having her to herself, for a while, before we brought her around everyone. Becoming parents was a change, a big one, so we wanted to soak it i, have our own memories built and just get to love on her.” You breathed out, hearing a soft whimper coming from Iseul. Hyunjin smiled and nodded, “there is absolutely no ill intentions. We just wanted to be able to soak in the new parenthood love and enjoy her to ourselves.” You both smiled, before Isuel’s whimpers turned into cries, she was hungry. “Excuse me, I think we have a hungry baby on our hands,”Hyunjin smiled, rising from his seat on the couch to grab a premade bottle from the baby bag and go to the kitchen to warm it.

It was true and you and Hyunjin loved the 5 months you had Iseul to yourselves. From the moment she was born, she had her appa wrapped around her finger. Iseul was born early in the morning,2:23 to be exact. You remember Hyunjin crying, as she was placed on your chest, her head covered in soft black hair. She has his lips, and nose but your eyes. She was—and still is— his greatest accomplishment.

Month 1 brought a lot of changes. A new sleep —if you can even call it that— schedule for you and Hyunjin, lots of waking up at the break of dawn for nightly feeds, lots of diapers and dirty clothes. But, also lots of smiles, smiles shared with each other and smiles shared with Iseul. Lots of baby giggles, gummy smiles and big brown eyes.

With each month, your hearts only grew, watching as her personality developed. She was a daddy’s girl, through and through. Loving to be held and sang to by Hyunjin. He loved to hold her small body to his bare chest. Looking up at him, her big brown eyes blinking, easily growing tired throughout the day. “It must be tiring being so cute,” he cooed to her, kissing her small forehead. Hyunjin had fallen asleep in the rocking chair by the crib many times. “Want to make sure she’s okay, honey love,” he’d tell you, a tired yawn falling from his lips. She was, and always will be safe, but he needed to be sure. But, luckily Iseul always slept through the night, easily.

By month 5, Iseul learned to hold a crayon. Thanks to Hyunjin. You would come home to see them in the kitchen seated at the dining table, coloring. But, your favorite sights were seeing them cuddling. It warmed your heart. You also loved watching Hyunjin feed her. It was such a mundane task, but it was the cutest thing to see. Iseul would be seated in her high chair, Hyunjin sat in front of her, and he’d swirl the spoon in front of her. “Here comes the plane,” he would say with a sing-songy lilt in his voice. Her small pouty lips would enclose the spoon and her face would scrunch up, mimicking the way Hyunjin’s own face would pout when he ate. “She definitely is your daughter, honey bear.” You would giggle out, as he used the spoon to wipe the baby food from around her mouth.

Returning from the kitchen, Hyunjin sat on the couch, a warm bottle of breastmilk nustled between Iseul’s mouth, as she fed. “I’m back, and she is less fussy,” he chuckled, knowing a full tummy would calm her down. It was true. Iseul only became fussy when hungry or tired.But, the drive from your apartment to your parents’s house had her well rested. Your cousin had peeped up. “So, there’s a ring on yn’s finger. When did that happen?” She smiled, pointing to the delicate stoned balanced between prongs and snugly set on a delicate band. “Oh that?” Hyunjin laughed, carefully handing you a now empty bottle, before softly patting Iseul’s back. “It’s a promise ring, a promise to never give up on yn or Iseul, and to always be here, no matter how hard it gets…..It’s also a promise to make her my wife,one day. Almost like a placeholder ring until then.” He smiled, as you carefully took Iseul into your arms.

Cradling her to your chest, you and Hyunjin exchanged soft eyes and loving smiles. “Well, we’re really happy for the both of you.” Your dad chimed in, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Thank you. We’re really happy,too.” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes watching as you rocked your baby in your arms, looking down to her with matching eyes. The world around you,Hyunjin and Iseul, seemed to disappear. It was only the three of you. Looking back up , you saw Hyunjin watching you. Smiling, you gently blew him a kiss. Which he gladly caught and pressed to his heart, before sending two— one for you and one for the baby— your way.

“Time to eat! Dinner is ready!”

Maybe, family Christmas dinners weren’t so bad after all. But maybe that's because you had Hyunjin and Iseul. Or, maybe because you wouldn’t be questioned anymore. Standing up, you hold Iseul in your arms, walking to the dining room, Hyunjin following you.

Dinner time

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Virgin reader and older price 🤭🤭

(Not creepily older tho)

Feel free to ignore tho xx

“Such a pretty face <3”

Pairing; older!price x virgin!reader

Cw; price is in late thirties reader is in mid/late twenties ^^

Synopsis; your boyfriend is more than happy to help! But surprise!!! You’re a.. virgin? :(

A/n; kinda long so there’s a divider where nfsw starts!! Also dividers from @rookthornesartistry and @cafekitsune 💋

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ TINDER WAS CERTAINLY NOT A GOOD PLACE TO FIND “LOVE.”

You knew that. But at a party with your friends, you were forced to make an account. “Oh cmon Y/N, you're still single after all this time? You know, Mya found her husband a Tinder, you should download it! You never know, you could find a real hit!” She babbled, and when two more of your friends joined in, you were pure pressured into getting that stupid fucking app.

But.. should you really be that mad? You gained a boyfriend who’s a total dilf minus the kid. It’s pretty nice actually, treated like a princess 24/7 and loved on. You love that he’s older too, he teaches you things.

So when he offers to watch movies with you, who are you to deny? Time with your lovely boyfriend is all you need. Sitting next to him with his hand gently gripping and rubbing your inner thigh. It’s been driving you crazy since this dumb movie started.

“You alright lovie?” He smirks, and you nod. “Yeah.. j-just a bit hot y’know?” Your breathing is heavy, you can’t really focus on the movie. “I understand Lovie.” Grinning, he trailed his thick fingers to your clothed cunt. skirt lifted, providing easy access.

“Wait- price..” you squirm, thighs slamming closed. “What’s wrong?” He freezes. “Price. I’m a virgin..” you’re almost ashamed. You’ve never told him before and you’re saying it now? Ugh, this is so fucking embarrassing. Tearing up a bit

“Hey hey, don’t cry lovie, it’s nothin’ to be ashamed about sweetheart.” He cups your cheek, making you look in his beautiful blue eyes. They make you feel so safe, y’know? Just so calm. And god he’s so soft, husband material but stern when he needs to be. “It’s okay sweetheart, really.”

“Really? You’re not mad or anything?” Your head tilts. “Why would I be mad? That’s absurd lovie.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. Beard tickling your soft skin. “I dunno, It’s just kinda embarrassing.” You watch as his face falls. “It’s not embarrassing. I was a virgin too once, just like everyone else in the world. So please stop saying it’s embarrassing sweetheart. Because I swear, it’s not.”

He always seems to have a way with his words. It amazes you sometimes. “Tell me you understand sweetheart.” He nods, and you do too. “I understand love. And. I know you said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but.. Can you uh.. touch me?” You aren’t too shocked when his eyes widen, followed by ‘Are you sure?’ Fuck this is embarrassing.

His finger is thick, it’s expected but you never knew it could feel this good. “Feels good love?” You nod, he wanted to keep watching the movie, but he made sure to keep paying attention to you. Of course, he did. But how the hell did he expect you to pay attention to this movie? What was happening again? Shit.. it’s one finger but it feels so damn good. Curling up on your G-spot, the rope tightening in your stomach, threatening to snap.

“Fuckkk..” you whine, grinding into his hand. Breath quickened when he rubbed on your puffy clit. “I asked a question sweetheart, wouldn’t an answer be nice?” You can almost hear that cocky smile if that was even possible. But it makes you tighten around him, drenching his fingers. “g-good it feels soo~ good” shuddering when he speeds up.

“Ya think another finger would fit?”

“Y-yes- please!” Who knew you could be so whiney? Not you. But price makes you feel so good. And if this is just his finger then what if-

You let out a pathetically loud moan, how the hell did you not notice him putting another one of his thick ass fingers in you? It feels so good though, you. “Bloody hell sweetheart. So fuckin wet right? Feel good?” He nods. Moving slow, then picking up the speed a bit. “M-mhm!” You whine, the rope in your stomach finally snapping and your vision blurring a bit. Coating his fingers in creamy cum. Your cum.

Your gooey walls tighten around his fingers, hand gripping at his arm. “N-Nghhh..” you moan, shuddering as he gently pulls his fingers out of your drenching hole. His fingers were coated in a thin layer of cum. You think you may be hallucinating when he licks his fingers clean. “And tastes fuckin’ magical sweetheart.” He grins, kissing your neck. Your cunt is cold, the wetness attracting the cool air.

“Price.. you’re hard as fuck..” you giggle, his dick making a menacing print in his pants. Was it possible to be that big? You’ve seen it before in the shower and stuff but it was soft then. He’s really a grower.

Safe to say you ended the night with him passionately fucking your puffy cunt. After you followed him to your shared bedroom of course. Whining in his ear as he whispered sweet praises into yours. The prep was good too. Tongue fucking you and rubbing your clit until you were technically brain dead. Giving you time and waiting for the green light to continue. And the aftercare was one of a kind, nothing you shouldn’t expect from a total sweetheart.

He’d set a nice warm bath for you and massage your skin, even if he didn’t fuck you rough at all he’d still take care of you!! :)

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Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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TAGLIST:

@chocoeon @hyunukitty @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv @shortnstupid @dogyunslover

[gaarakun]

young and handsome kpop idols

summary: john gets jealous when you, his young girlfriend, watch young and and handsome kpop boys that are your age over giving him attentions

warning: mentions of sex, jealousy, age gap

short little thing but since stray kids had a comeback, i kinda turned back to my kpop era, also, sorry for my bad English and my bad grammar

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You would lie if you said you weren’t like all girls, even tho you were in the SAS from a young age, you still enjoyed most things that a girl in her 20s would enjoy. One of these things being kpop, your favorite kpop group recently had a comeback and you found yourself watching the new MV and fancams.

While Price watches a football game, you were sitting in his lap with your head across his chest, while watching your bias’ fancam while you silently hum the song. John caught your slight humming and started caressing your thigh as there was a TV spot.

“What you watching, love?” Price asks as he looks at your phone screen.

“Just a kpop thingie” you answer without taking off your eyes from your phone, John catches on this and acts offended as his sweet girlfriend ignores him while watching pretty men singing kpop.

Now, John wasn’t the type of being jealous of every man that catches your eye but there was a certain something about you being attracted to a man who was the total opposite of him. While he was a big and old muscular man who had a dirty job, they were these young, delicate and fashionable men, and it was reasonable that you like them, they were just like you! they were your age! and they were conventionally attractive!

“Love…” he tries to get your attention, at which you respond with a hum. “Y/N” he tries to get your attention again but he doesn’t get an answer, he actually didn’t have to tell you anything nor needed something but he needed your attention in this little jealous act.

Since he doesn’t get any response he decides to snatch your phone way. “Hey! what was that for?” you argue trying to get your phone back.

“Cmon, sweetheart. Do you really prefer watching these weak men over me?” He asks with a playful smile as he plays the fancam you were previously watching.

“Oh… why?” you cross your arms catching on what is this about. “Are you jealous or something?” You ask with a big grin in your face.

“Jealous?! of this young boy? Never” He rolls his eyes.

“But you totally are jealous! I know you, John Price” you say while laughing.

“M’not” he groans and crosses his arms but when he sees that smug grin on your face he slightly blushes and playfully drags you on top of him again while he tickles your sides. He is totally jealous but he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Okay, I believe you, you’re not jealous!” you giggle as he tickles you, once he stops you straddle his lap, facing him. “But really, are you jealous?” you ask cupping his cheek with a pout on your face.

John sighs, he is jealous. Jealous that you might leave him for someone younger, in his mind you deserve to be someone your age and not with his old self. “Maybe… a tiny bit” He says while holding your waist, he looks at the floor, he knows that if he looks at your eyes, he will melt. “I know it’s stupid, they are celebrities… but they are the opposite of me, they are young and handsome and I’m just an old men dating you” he looks into your eyes this time, you can see his gentle eyes softening at the thought.

“John…” you cup his cheeks and look at him with a frown. “But I don’t want a young man my age, I want you! I want my handsome, strong and a little bit old man” you smile at the last thing you mentioned. “Besides, you’re not that old, it’s just a couple years difference” you say as you rest your cheek into his chest.

“I know, love. It’s just sometimes it makes me think that you deserve someone better, someone that you can have fun with. Not and old and boring man like me” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair, a sad look on his face.

“Well, don’t think that, I have a lot of fun with you and I told you, I don’t want a man like that, I want a man that I can chill with, a man that I can be domestic with, and a man that can handle me and you’re that man!” you smile at him. “I won’t lie to you and say that I don’t find these kpop idols attractive but that doesn’t mean I don’t find you attractive too, besides I like my men big” you grin at him.

“Naughty girl” he laughs as he pinches your thigh. “Okay, love. I believe you, sorry for being ridiculous about some kpop idols” he sighs and places a few kisses on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, I kinda like it when you’re jealous” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and look at him with big doe eyes.

“I’ll ruin you for other men” he grins as he holds your hips close to his crotch.

“Wait, I need to finish the fancam!” you grab your phone as you play the fancam again.

“I was right, you prefer those kpop idols over me!” Price argues with a fake frown on his face as he tries to take your phone away.

“Well, I said I like big men and look at Changbin’s arms” you argue back as you continue watching the fancam.

John can’t do anything besides waiting for you to finish this video, but now the song is stuck to his brain.

[lowcosmic]

—— fluffy kisses . ; shuichi saihara

“ and before he could stop himself , he kissed the top of your head ... ”

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and shuichi watch movies together in the av room. as you start to doze off , shuichi can’t help but admire …

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : nothing

— 𝐚/𝐧 : total brainrot

shuichi sat on the portable couch you got from miu , you claiming that it was a request from you to her just for this.

it made him feel nice , of how you asked this for him.

“ hmm … i gueeess , this one! ” you pulled out a movie that had an interesting picture representing it.

“ what did you pick? ” shuichi questioned.

“ uhh — some sort of mystery genre. i figured you’d like it , since you were locked in reading that detective novel yesterday. ” you fumbled with the controls , finally getting it to work and enabling it to play the movie.

you thumped down next to him, despite the amount of space opposed to where shuichi was sitting.

you … were willing to sit so close to him?

“ sorry , that was kinda rude of me. you don’t mind, do you? ” you glanced at him.

shuichi shook his head no. “ no , no. you can stay. ”

it felt so comfortable. shuichi felt himself growing tired during the movie , despite the exciting plot and twists.

just … being with you felt so inviting.

he glanced over at you, trying to lie your head somewhere by making a makeshift headrest using pillows.

was he really going to let these words come out of his mouth?

“ (y … y/n). y - you can … lean on me i - if you’d like. ” his voice shook slightly.

‘ that was so pathetic … ’ shuichi thought to himself.

you immediately rested your head on his shoulder.

your head sent shivers down shuichi’s arm , all the way down his spine and back up. you could feel him shake a bit.

you could feel the warmth of his neck , his hair tickling you a bit. your legs brushed against each other , shuichi mentally screaming at the contact. he flinched away , thinking that you wouldn’t like it.

you carefully pushed your thigh against his , showing that it was okay. you sighed in content , shuichi almost being able to feel it near his neck.

shuichi could hear his heartbeat bump and make erratic music. his breathing was a bit heavy , the close contact making him short circuit and only focus on you.

then you held his hand , looping your arm with his and casually holding it. you maintained focus on the movie, despite wanting to see shuichi's flushed face.

and he was flushed all right. he didn’t say a word , instead letting out a meek whimper.

he felt himself sweat. he so desperately wanted to pull away , only because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his warm palms. instead , you intertwined your fingers with his.

you heard him inhale particularly loud , making you glance up at him momentarily before returning to the movie , preparing to doze off from the comfort.

a few minutes later , you fell asleep. shuichi noticed this and subconsciously smiled. you looked so sweet. it was like you two were an actual couple.

and before he could stop himself , he kissed the top of your head — pulling away afterwards and mentally reprimanding his brain for irrationally doing that.

… and then he felt your lips brush against his neck , leaving a chaste kiss against his skin.

oh , you were still awake.

“ you can continue , if you’d like. ” you offered to shuichi a moment later , causing him to look at your form again.

“ r … really? ” he stammered. “ i - I mean, okay. ”

and so you two washed away the stresses of the killing game with this comforting moment filled with light kisses and movies.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

[charlotte3eee]

Something cute with Kylian where he’s at training and reader texts him to let him know she’s sick and can’t sleep so he gets out of training and comes back home to find her in bed all tired so he asks her if she wanted to have her back tickled so he tickles her back until she falls asleep🤍

pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

Sick day

summary : y/n wakes up not feeling the best, when her boyfriend kylian mbappe comes to the rescue.

warning : vomiting?

a/n : so happy that i’m getting all new requests keep ‘em coming! i actually kinda proof read it and damn, it makes a difference. when i tell you i bawled over nothing 😭 half of this story got deleted and i couldn’t get it bcak do i had to re write it but it took me FOREVER because i couldn’t sit still or whatever and write anyways enjoy!!!!

I turn to my left to feel for Kylian who is usually snuggled in bed right next to me. I groan feeling nothing. I sit up to look around the room when all of a sudden I feel a pit coming up my throat.

I ripped the covers off of me and run to the bathroom. I knelt at the toilet where I started throwing up. With my left hand on the toilet, I used my right, to put my hair up in a mischief ponytail.

“Only if Kylian was here,” I say in between my continuous puking. He would always help me during these times, being there holding my hair, rubbing my back telling me it was all gonna be alright.

He would carry me back into bed bridal style, tuck me in with a heating pad on my belly, and get me anything I needed. Unfortunately he wasn’t here to do that. After I feel like im settled, I get up flush the toilet and walk over to the sink.

I pick up my toothbrush and add a fat glob of toothpaste and begin brushing. Once finished cleaning my teeth, I grab the empty cup next to my sink fill it up with water and rinse my mouth.

After being so focused on my stomach pain, I hadn’t realized my screaming headache. Back into our bedroom, I grab the doorknob to head to the kitchen. After what felt like a long walk down the hall I made it. I dug through the medicine cabinet to find some painkillers.

I eventually found some Advil, I opened the lid and grabbed two capsules. Walking over to the fridge I found some Gatorade. I threw the Advil in my mouth and took a tiny sip of the Gatorade to down it with. Being careful not to drink too much liquid to avoid throwing up again.

I grab the Gatorade and head back down to the bedroom. I set the bottle down and pick up my phone still on the charger. I rub my eyes reading the clock. “Only 8:14?” I say. “That means Kylian only left a few minutes ago.” Every other day Kylian had training from 8:00 - 10:30.

I sigh placing my phone back down on the nightstand. “I’m so tired,” I say to myself. I decide to take a nap knowing this most definitely will make me feel better. I move the covers away and grab a throw blanket.

All this running around made me hot. I turn to my left side and grab one of Kylian's pillows to prop my head up. I also grab my teddy bear Kylian brought me on our first date. Kylian told me this is what I can snuggle with if I miss him, or need something that just smells like him. I adjust myself one more time before shutting my eyes.

“Ugh, what the fuck!” It has felt like an eternity lying down in this bed. No matter what position I was in or how many times I moved the pillow, there was no way I was falling back asleep.

I honestly don’t know why I seriously could not fall back asleep but it was getting to me. Still facing Kylians side I turn over groaning picking my phone up. 9:31, I slap my hand over my forehead. “I’ve been laying here for 45 minutes exactly!” I say.

You know that feeling when you’re in bed tired, thinking you can fall asleep but can’t? Yea, that’s this feeling and it’s the worst. Having no other option you opened your phone and texted the only person who could help you.

Y/n: hi my baby I feel so terrible, I threw up a few times and can't fall back asleep. can u pls come home and snuggle me? :(

After sending the text, you slam your phone back down and slither under the blanket and covers. Hoping Kylian would show up and snuggle you back to sleep.

At Camp des Loges all the players were in the gym, Kylian was on the exercise bike chatting away with Marquinhos until he felt a buzz coming from his phone. He opened his phone and looked at the message. “Ugh my poor baby,” Kylian said to himself.

Kylian said goodbye to Marquinhos and grabbed his duffel bag. He changed back into his clothes and called his driver. He spoke to his coach letting him know he has to leave early and was on his way. In the car, Kylian sent a few messages back.

Kylian: my poor angel 🙁

Kylian: I’m on my way baby ❤️

Kylian: bébé are you ok 🥺?

You not replying back to his messages, scared him to death. Kylian felt like he had this responsibility to always take care of you.

Whenever you needed to cry into someone’s arms it would be his. If you needed someone’s advice or just to talk to someone, it would be him. Or if you are hurt or sick. But what made your relationship so much better wasn’t just him doing it. You were the total same back. After the World Cup, he was a total mess, but you would always be there for him or whatever he needed.

Opening the front door kylian kicked off his shoes, placed down his duffel bag and a bag full of crackers, Gatorade, Dayquil, Nightquil, etc. He slowly made his way down the hall. “Amour?” he said when opened your bedroom door.

You felt like you couldn’t move you were so tired, you moaned and groaned reaching your arms out for him. He immediately walked over to your side and felt your head. “Baby you're super hot!” he said in a worried tone. He ran to get a wet cloth to put on your head.

He went for his side of the bed and hopped in behind you. “Baby girl, do you want me to tickle your back?” “I know how much-.” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you interrupted. “God yes please baby.” He lifted your oversized shirt and threw it somewhere on the ground. Now leaving you in your panties.

He slowly made gentle tickles on your back. You moaned in relief feeling a wave of stress, sickness leave your body. Kylian continued to tickle your smooth back, you finally were able to catch some 💤 . This made him a little worried at first when you didn’t respond.

“Does it feel good baby girl?” He whispered. hearing no answer he slowly looked over to your face seeing you were sound asleep. Kylians feeling prouder than ever kissed your shoulder and moved up closer to you sneaking an arm around your waist. Kylian and you now getting the nap you both deserved.

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Why Pity When You Can Party

Summary: You've finally had enough of everyone and their shit after movie night. This is mostly a poorly written vent.

Lewie x f!MC

Warnings: cursing, not super detailed oral (f receiving), kissing, lots of well placed anger, kinda nsfw

Word count: 1,240ish

A/N: As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated. If I forgot a vital tag, let me know.

You're curled on the daybeds, grateful to have a moment away from the loud arguments in the villa. Frankly, you couldn't give a shit less about what's happening between any of them but if you have to hear Grace whine her way through another double standard or Amelia turn another one of her fuck ups into a pity party, or God forbid Marshall say another snide comment about Oz, you might actually vomit on the astroturf.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

"No, Elliot. You're mistaken. It isn't me. But if I was me, I'd tell you to go fuck off someplace."

"Oh." He sounds dismayed, but Elliot is not one to give up. "I just wanted to check up on you. No one had seen you since the end of Movie Night. Are you sure you don't want company?"

Instead of immediately answering, you close your eyes, hiding resolutely beneath the sheet. "...fuck off someplace, El."

There's still chaotic sounds from inside and you wonder if they'll tear the building apart. More footsteps approach but you don't bother to move, neither wanting to see nor hear whoever it is.

"Y/N? Can we talk? It's about Ozzy. What he did really hurt me." Grace. Fucking Grace and her nonsense. On day one, she seemed so pretty and fun, but ever since has proven herself to be more toxic than the pool water at Casa.

Sitting up, you let the cover fall away and glare at her when she steps closer. "Don't sit. Don't stay. Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

"You're being rude."

Anger flares up in your mind and you grab the first thing you can, your water bottle, and fling it in her direction. "Are you deaf? I said go away!"

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, Lewie comes down and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey babe. It's just me." He waits half a breath before stretching out beside you and throwing his arm around where he guesses your middle is.

"Lewie, I'm out here so I can be alone."

"I know. I'm out here, being alone with you…and keeping everyone else away."

You smile a little, pressing against him, "Thank you."

"Do you want to talk or do you want quiet?"

You find his hand and squeeze, grateful for his solid warmth beside you. He takes your silence as an answer and cuddles you close. "I'm just so annoyed with everyone, Lew. I'm not having fun today. Movie Night was a drama and that was fine. It's just… everyone is being so stupid. I'm upset with everyone. I hated being at Casa. They made me go to the Hideaway with some pushy idiot and nobody even bothered to ask me. I keep getting dragged into drama that I don't give a shit about… I'm tired and I don't want to talk to any of them."

He kisses the top of your head, "I could tell something was off with you. Want me to tell everyone to fuck off?"

"Just be with me. You're the only person in here who doesn't make me want to rip my hair out."

"Lucky for me. I happen to like your hair." You shift onto your back, letting him join you beneath the sheet. "I like all of you, really."

"Do you now? Mm, how much?"

"Well, let's see." He traces the tip of his finger down your nose and over your lips before kissing you gently. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, his lips trailing down your neck, over your chest, nipping at your stomach, until he stops at the edge of your shorts. "Enough to eat you out on the daybeds in front of everyone if you want."

"Lew!" You hiss in warning, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

He's grinning up at you, blue eyes wide and innocent, before he starts nuzzling along your leg and you can't help but giggle when his stubble tickles your thigh. "What do you say, babe? You can keep watch, I'll do all the work. Let me kiss it better."

Watching him softly brush his lips against you, whispering pleas into your skin pushes you over the edge and you nod. He eagerly unties your shorts and you glance around the empty yard before letting your eyes fall closed.

How long has it been since you've had this much alone time with Lewie? Too damned long. Then his mouth is on you, strong hands shifting your legs apart and urging one over his shoulder as you press back into the pillows. You arch your hips toward him but still when you hear dishes clatter in the outdoor kitchen. Roberto is walking back inside just as Lewie lays his arm across your waist to pin you in place, letting you know he has absolutely no plans of stopping until he's done.

It isn't long before your orgasm hits, your heel digging into Lewie's back while waves of bliss envelop you. He works you through it, his fingers and tongue slowing when your breathing settles. Everything feels too good and you smile at Lewie when he slides up to join you, looking very proud of his work.

"I needed that as much as you did, baby. Damn, I've missed you."

"And we're not done yet. Come here." Urging him into a needy kiss, you guide him to lay on top of you, already feeling his hardness brush your leg. "I'm gonna take care of you, too." His large hands cup your cheeks, deeply kissing you until a distinct sound, heels clacking on concrete.

Amelia interrupts, "So sorry, but I can pull you for a chat? It'll just be a second."

You break the kiss just long enough to glare at her, "No, but you can go fuck yourself. So try that and then get back to me. Or don't."

"Y/N!"

Rage washes over you. Finally, you've had enough. Interrupting your alone time with Lewie is the final straw. Giving him another kiss, you tap his hip. "Lewie, darling, give me just a second. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

The walk to the fire pit across the lawn might be the shortest you've ever had. Amelia opens her mouth to speak, but you light into her first. "I don't care what you have to say. Just listen. I don't care about Zeph anymore. I don't care about your new snakey crush on whatever boy you perceive as the most dramatic choice. You're so goddamn nosy! Not everything in this place is about you. You're upset that Marshall or Roberto or whoever was a snakey piece of trash? Newsflash, your type is snakey pieces of trash! Embrace your garbage. Not everyone deserves a good guy. Maybe your taste in men is from the universe giving you what you deserve."

Amelia's mouth is open in shock, but she still isn't interrupting, so you continue. "Amelia, unless you're pulling me aside for a chat that directly involves ME in immediate danger of being murdered, I don't want to hear it. We're stuck together 24/7 in here, you can find a better fucking time to talk to me than when I'm literally under my man! Now get the hell away from me! Go find someone else to feel sorry for you. Try Grace. She loves pity."

"Y/N."

"No. Don't want to hear your noise. I'm going to fuck Lewie on the daybeds. I'll see you tomorrow."

[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's Luvvv?

~ Chapter 7 ~

TW: Cussing, and n word (thats it boo)

Written by ~ ME (with the support of my bsfs TJ, Krissy, Andy, Yuri, and Kevo)

While he's babysitting his sisters alone I get into the shower. I just fucking had sex. That's the only thing in my mind right now. When I get out I realize I don't have any clothes. I call Deandre on my phone and he picks up.

D: "Whatcha need"

A: "Some clothes. I ain got no clean ones."

D: "Aight one second."

He comes to the bathroom door and leaves his hoodie and some clean leggings on a hanger. When I get the clothes on and put vaseline on my face and body I walk to the living room with him and his sisters. "Why do you even have leggings? You tryna fit ya fat ass in some?" he gently slaps my arm while holding his baby sister, "Nah Jus wanted to see your thic ass in some." he bounces his baby sister as she whines and his other 2 sisters run around the house, giggling. "What's all their names?" I ask while holding his sisters bottle in my lap. "This little one is Dior" he says while bouncing his baby sister. "Uh the one with the jumbo braids is Dalila. And the noisy one with the curly ponytail is Diamond." I smile and take Dior out of his arms. "Hiiii Diorrrr, Hiiii! Aweee your even better that the actual product babyyy" I say in my baby talk voice and she giggles. I tickle, hug, and play with her. She squirms and make a noise as if she's straining "Uhm..Here have your sister back babe." I give him back Dior and he glares at me, "Thats a nigga fa you. Only gone hold and look at tha baby but when they gotta be responsible they dip." I side eye him, "Your describing every dad that left to get the milk." he rolls his eyes but then Dalila runs over and gives a shy look while holding a baby doll up towards me "Can you braid her hair please..?" I smile and take the doll and comb. When she tries to walk off I snap and call her back "Lil girl come back ova here. I'ma teach ya how to braid." she sits down on the couch next to me and she watches me braid, when I tell her to practice herself she calmly braids the rest of the dolls hair. Deandre leans over to me and whispers "Try calmin down Diamonds energenic ass. I pray fa you baby. If you can calm her down we can go for round two" he smirks and kisses my cheek. "Boy you just nasty." I go to Diamond and see her playing with some edge control "You wanna do ya edges or sum?" I say while leaning on her doorframe "Pfft no. Just wanna see how much can chunk ya hair up." I roll my eyes because I know I'ma deal with some shit. "Do it on ya sisters babydoll. It'll piss her off and you can do ya dirt." she nods her as if shes thinking and takes one of her sisters babydoll, cuts some of the hair off and puts edge control on it. "Wanna watch a movie with us?" I say and she crosses her arms "Hell yea!" I side eyed her "Lil girl! You may not be my sister but you should watch ya languege." She nods and I hold baby Dior again while putting it on Encanto. "Babe y'know what I just realized? All ya sisters and ya self has the letter D as ya first name." he throws a peice of popcorn towards me and I catch it. His sisters fall asleep and he puts Dior in her crib. "Soo...Earlier..That was uhm. Intense?" He looks towards me and I tease "Awee was that too much for you?" he flips me off "Shi by the way you were screaming and deadass was finna get off to my fingers I'd think that shit was intense for you." I roll my eyes and get all up in his face "Oh fuck you." He gets closer to the part he's almost touching my lips "I would say 'Fuck you' but I kinda already did..." He says and he kisses my lips passionatly before his sister Diamond wakes up and gags "That's nasty." and she walks to her room. "Lemme put Dalila in her room ok?" he says and he kisses me one more time before walking away to carry his sister upstairs. When he comes back I climb into his lap. "Aiyanna?"

"yeah?" He hugs me tight, "Thank you for choosing me." I cock my head "Whatcha mean?" he lays his hands on my lap "cus hella dudes like you more. Richer dudes, hotter dudes, y'know? ones that can spoil you." I smile "But you forgot somethings. Sweet, nice but rude, funny, warm and you spoil me babe. A lot." he rolls his eyes. "I don't spoil you enough." he smiles and we continue watching Encanto until I fall asleep. When i fall asleep I feel him gently rubbing my back.

When I wake up I see him sitting on the edge, watching tv. "Aiyanna. I need to talk to you about something..."

PART 8??? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXTTT????

[justjams2003]

Surprise

Uh, good evening... I am kinda tired of writing smut, so tired that I like, left, for a month... Anywho, here is some fluff. Also I’m writing this in such a funny order. Most of my Henry Cavill stories are like part of one universe, and like the last I wrote of them they just found out about the pregnancy. At some point I will write of the birth and what not. Also, the child’s name doesn’t have to be Sophia, If you want it to be something else just ignore the name I guess. Request are open :)

Paring: Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, use of she/her pronouns. No description of body type, race ect.

Summary: You and the interviewer make plans to surprise Henry while on his busy press tour.

640 words, unedited

Press is part of an actor, it is a part of being a celebrity. Many enjoy it, it lets them travel the world to all types of fun place. And yes, Henry does enjoy it. What he also enjoys is staying, in bed, with his beautiful wife, all while his little daughter worms her way under the sheets. She would giggle and laugh as the both of her parents would tickle her wildly.

Henry is quite active on talking about them whenever he has the possibility. “What has been the most difficult thing, for you, during all this press?” Ali, the interviewer asks, already knowing the answer but just wanting to hear him ramble. The bigger man chuckles, his cute canines glimmering.

“I feel that answer is too obvious, my family of course.” He smiles, just thinking about the two of you. Little did he know, you and Ali have been talking, making plans behind the scenes. It’s finally school vacation after all. “Yes, I heard your little girl just turned four, congratulations.” He smiles to him, peaking at his notes to every next move.

“Yes, I can’t believe it. She is such a vibrant little girl. And I’ve always wanted a family and to share that with someone as amazing as Y/N, I don’t think someone could be more spoiled than I am.” He chatters on, to be honest, if someone let him, he could talk on and on and on.

“Kal’s even been missing them too, I can tell,” he chuckles, petting the pupper’s head sitting by him. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” he blushes ever so slightly, realising he’s done it once more. Even his brother’s had started to tease him on his babbling.

Ali, shakes his head, “No, no, I wanted to talk about Y/N actually because when have something that might help with your longing.” The man with glasses turns over his shoulder, Henry’s eyes follow to the door which he entered from. Expecting for some silly puppet or toy that might have some resemblance of them.

But no, his heart hammers in his ears and his eyes light up when he sees you, with your daughter enter through the door. “Daddy!” Their little girl calls out, running full speed to her father, not caring for any wires or expensive cameras. “Sophia, hello my little angel,” He smiles wide, getting up from his seat to pick up his little girl.

She giggles wildly when Henry showers her with kisses. Not to mention, Kal, even if well trained, jumps up with excitement too. Smelling and licking her cute little booties. Her untamed black curls tied up in cute purple bows. Exactly like her dad’s.

And when you reach him, he can’t help but pull you closer by the waist. Wanting so to kiss you passionately, but deciding against it, for everyone else’s sake. “Hello, my dear,” he whispers in your ear. Settling for sweet kiss on the cheek. Kal already twirling circles around you.

A seat already pulled up for you, next to Henry, you both sit down. Sophia comfortably sat in her father’s lap. Her little mind occupied by the shiny ring on Henry’s finger. He’s notice it to be a habit of hers. “What are you doing here?” He asks, taking your hand in his, the one not keeping Sophia in place.

You give that bright smile of yours, the one he loves so much. The one that still causes him butterflies to this day. You smirk to Ali and give a shrug, “We planned to surprise you,” you say, tucking a stray curl behind Henry’s ear. “By God, I love you,” he mutters under his breath.

His schedule was cleared for the rest of the day and he treated you both to your favourite allergy friendly ice-cream and anything else you could possibly want.

[vad-hander]

LET’S KEEP IT SECRET

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x Yuta

others: SM Rookies, multiple SM and JYP idols

genre: series | idol!au | smut | angst | fluff

warnings: idol!nct, idol!y/n, y/n is underaged in the beginning, from SM Rookies till today

words: 15k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

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“Can I ask?”

“Sure.” Yuta’s fingers brushed your side.

“Who is the girl you slept with? She’s not someone from the company, right?” you raised your head from his chest to see Yuta’s face expression.

“No, she’s not.”

“When did you meet her? How?”

“Next to the SM building she was there because she wanted to meet idols. I said I’m going to be one and she was ready for me to do anything.”

“And what did you do?”

“Why you’re asking? Were we not having a great time?” he tried to push onto your shoulder to make you lie back down.

And you almost gave in agreeing, being swept away with the thoughts of this being a rare moment of spending time one on one with Yuta , thinking how it indeed could be called a great time, for the past month of being in a ‘relationship’ you barely had time alone.

“I just wanted to know… since you know, I overheard you talk about it with Johnny a couple of times.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“I’m just wondering what you’re like.”

“What I’m like when it comes to sex?” he smirked at you.

“Maybe… I just want to know what you did with her.”

“Oh come on, it’s kinda cringe telling you how I had sex with someone. I hold no contact with her, if this bothers you.”

“Okay…” you gave him a side eye and laid back down.

“Why are you so focused on that girl? It’s kinda funny… I thought you were the one to take it slow.” his fingers trailed down your arm to intertwine with yours.

“I’m not asking about it to do it… I’m just asking… for reference.” Yuta laughed loudly and you had to shoosh him in case someone heard. “It’s your birthday soon… what would you want?” you ran your tongue over your teeth and raised your eyes to look at Yuta.

“We never gave presents to each other before.”

“I know, but since I’m your…” you paused and realised Yuta never asked you out, he never said you two were dating nor did he name your relationship in any way. “Actually, you’re probably right, we’re still friends, so it’s fine to go for the usual thing.” you visibly sulked, lowering yourself back not on top of Yuta, but next to him.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You should know yourself.” Yuta’s body moved on your bed so now he was laying on his side, watching you.

“I need a hint.” you wondered how you could tell him without sounding like a fool. “Or I’ll tickle you until you give me one.” he smirked mischievously and you grabbed onto his wrists immediately.

“It’s… it’s about our relationship.” you kept on chewing your lip and Yuta freed his hand from your hold, laying it atop of your cheek. His affection still gave you shivers like the first time and you caught yourself getting nervous even though you knew there was no reason for it.

“I did something wrong?”

“No… but…” you began chewing your lip again and Yuta’s fingers caressed your cheek making the stress double. “Do you want us to date or just do this?”

“Oh this.” Yuta’s eyes rolled relieved pulling in to kiss. You couldn’t help your heart and eyes flutter whenever his lips touched yours so gently, you’d feel your chest get heavy with feelings with the way his tongue brushed against your lips, gliding against your teeth afterwards. You had no one to compare this to but that’s what you thought the softest and sweetest kisses felt like.

He pulled back when the both of you ran out of air in your lungs, leaving a wet kiss at the base of your neck.

“But what do you mean?” you asked foolishly, not knowing what this all was supposed to mean.

“Look…” he moved back and sat up on your bed, forcing for you to sit up in this tiny space too. He rolled his tongue in his mouth and the way his eyes avoided yours you just had the gut feeling he was about to say something that would tear you apart. “I know this is kinda… idiotic…” Yuta finally raised his eyes at you, laying his other hand above yours that subconsciously held onto his tightly. “I had this idea in my head that we could go out together… have a proper date, have fun together… you know, I could ask you to be my girlfriend after, but I have no money at all at the moment and I don’t want to take you out to have ramen at the convenience store, you deserve so much better than that.”

“Yuta…” you sighed cutely and felt terrible about yourself. “You don’t have to, really.” not being able to hold back your strong will to hug Yuta, you dropped your body against his, hugging his neck. “I like you no matter what.”

“I know, but… Jaehyun buys you things all the time, and how sad if a boyfriend can’t get you anything above the price of a ramen.”

“But he buys me things because he has money and wants to, not because I need it or because I ask him to.”

“I get it, but still, I want to be the person who can buy you anything.”

“Yuta-a.” you sang quietly.

“Yes baby?” you were sure your insides made a flip at the pet name.

“I like that.” you raised your eyes at him, grinning.

“Like what? The idea of me buying you things?”

“No, what you called me, I like it.” you tried to not smile but the way he grinned back at you made you shy. You bit onto your lip debating, quickly pecking his lips. It was foolish and you knew it, being shy to kiss Yuta was funny but you were and there were probably less times you initiated the kiss than you’d like to admit.

“Oh, you hear that…?”

“What?”

“Your other boyfriend is texting you.” Yuta moved his head towards your nightstand and you turned around to see your phone lit up.

“I never texted Jay since that day…” you furrowed your eyebrows and reached to see who actually texted you. “It’s Jaehyun.”

“Yeah, exactly your other boyfriend.”

“Well…” you smirked at him and paused yourself. “He’s my only boyfriend for now.” Yuta laughed and then looked at you dead serious all in a span of a second.

“Yeah, exactly, for now.” Yuta hugged you again making it uncomfortable for you to look at what Jaehyun texted.

“Wait, I’m curious what he said.” you opened the messages. “Dang, he said he’s coming up in 10, go away.” you pushed Yuta off you to stand up. “Go quickly, before you two meet awkwardly at the front door.”

“Y/n, come on. He’s coming to do whatever, I came too to do whatever, maybe we were talking about something?”

“Okay, wait…” you focused on your phone, coming up with something. Your fingers typed ‘Yuta’s over here, he wanted to ask me about some Korean song, idk, anyway he can leave when you’ll come’ hitting send and looking at the screen nervously. Jaehyun sent an answer that only consisted of a simple ‘k’. He really was not minding you hanging out with him and your main goal was to keep everything low-key, not make everything any more suspicious than it could be now. “Come up with whatever Korean song.”

“What song?”

“Anything?”

“I have no clue.” Yuta shook his head and rested his back against the wall. “Calm down if you’re not going to look at me with those lovey eyes of yours he won’t find us hanging out suspicious.” Yuta smirked and reached his hand out towards your face.

“I look at you the same way I look at everyone,

shut up.” you squinted your eyes at him annoyed and slapped his hand away.

“Hey.” Jaehyun’s soft voice filled the room after a soft knock on your door. You two greeted him back and Jaehyun’s eyes ran over the room. “I brought something.”

“Yeah?” your eyes could not help but look at Yuta for the slightest second before looking at Jaehyun. He was just hinting at the fact he was jealous over Jaehyun buying you things and now he came in once again with something. “I hope it’s not something I could never pay you back for.”

“Probably you couldn’t… it’s kind of priceless.” You could see on his face that he tried to hold back his bright smile but failed miserably and smiled shyly at you.

“I can’t take it then…” you glanced at him apologetically.

“Close your eyes and stretch out your hands, if it’s too much then I’ll take it back.”

“Okay.” you did as Jaehyun wished quickly and felt him place something thin and light onto your palms. Yuta’s chuckle made you even more sure it was a simple piece of paper. You opened your eyes confused, only to get hysterically excited in a second. The piece of paper said ‘dear Y/n, I hope you’ll debut soon and we’ll meet on stage. Don’t forget to wear your padding! xoxo Sehun’ “You’re shitting me.” you stood up and looked at him confused, giving the gift back to Jaehyun. “Someone at the dorm wrote it, right?”

“No, I met him at the company today, he said hi as if he remembered me and I thought of you, so I asked for the autograph for my fellow SM Rookie, he agreed happily and here it is.” Jaehyun extended his arm towards you once again.

“No way.” you said amazed and finally took the paper back in, staring at Jaehyun.

“Not even a hug?” his hands extended towards you hinting.

“Wait.” you quickly laid your treasure next to Yuta on the bed, jumping in for a hug with Jaehyun. “Can you believe you asked a freaking EXO’s Sehun for an autograph as if you’re besties.” you chuckled into his shoulder.

“Not like that, you stop.” he pushed you away and watched you put the autograph somewhere safe.

“Did you guys start packing for Japan?”

“No.” you quickly replied without even looking back.

“Did you?” Yuta asked casually.

“Nah, but you must be so excited to go back home.”

“Yeah, I’m excited to see my family and for Y/n to…” he stuttered and you turned around at him in panic. “to finally try food at the restaurant I told her about.”

“What restaurant?” Jaehyun seemed to not notice the way you almost had a heart attack at whatever Yuta had to say about you.

“The sashimi one in Tokyo, I went there a couple of times with my parents when I was younger, it’s really good.” Yuta lied confidently, staring at you.

You knew he was excited cause he wanted to go to Osaka with you after the concerts. He kept on talking about it for the past two days, how he wanted for you to meet his friends and family. You were yet to tell him the idea of meeting his parents kind of scared you to death and the fact that the two of you weren’t really properly dating and the fooling around that you did has not even lasted for a month yet.

“Yes, I like sashimi, Yuno.” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and he chuckled.

“Okay, lovebirds, I’ll go.” Yuta jumped up from the bed and waved his hand at you quickly.

“You can stay.” you suddenly caught yourself thinking you wanted him to stay. Stay to the extent if you had to pick between the two of them you’d choose Yuta. You slapped yourself internally because up to this moment you always swore on your life no one could ever come before Jaehyun.

“It’s okay, I wanted to go to bed earlier anyway.” you watched him look at you for a moment, turning away to walk out. You blinked multiple times, trying to come up with something to touch him goodbye, but he closed the door and was gone for good now.

“Why did he call us lovebirds?” Jaehyun ran his index finger through the lower lip, biting onto the plump skin after.

“Just because he’s not funny.” you sighed and sat next to Jaehyun.

“It’s hot in here.”

“Yeah, you can open the window.” you watched Jaehyun move towards it, resting your body fully on the bed.

“Are you upset with something?”

“No, not really.” you tapped the bed next to you. “Come here.”

“Did you hear the news?”

“What else is there?”

“Taeyong’s going to feature on one of Red Velvet’s song.”

“Cool.” you sighed and played with your fingers.

“You’re totally upset…”

“No, I’m just still bitter about Red Velvet.” Jaehyun chuckled and rested his hand on top of yours.

“I thought you liked Taeyong.” he chuckled.

“You’re… blind, Jaehyun.” you shook your head, smiling to yourself.

“Why?”

“Can you believe you’re 18 in a couple of months….” you sighed and looked him in the eyes.

“I actually can’t, but Johnny said we have to celebrate.”

“He really likes you.”

“I mean… what do you mean?” Jaehyun widened his eyes for a second.

“Oh baby, no worries, I know you belong to Taeyong.”

“What are you saying?” you tucked your knees closer to your chest, forcing Jaehyun to move his hand away.

“What am I saying? Taeyong is totally obsessed with you, and they tease me and you to be the couple.” you rolled your eyes in sarcasm.

“It’s because you’re the girl in the ocean of men, you’re noticeable here.”

“Okay.” you giggled and tucked yourself closer to him.

“Taeyong has a fling with Yeri.”

“No.” You jumped up from the bed, not believing what you just heard.

“He does, he told me.”

“No way.”

“Why? It’s believable.”

“How come is this believable?”

“I mean… why are you asking me?” Jaehyun chuckled awkwardly and pulled onto your hand to sit you back down.

“Why did you even mention it.” your brain wandered to the alternate reality where Yuta decided to share his feelings with someone besides you.

“I don’t know…” Jaehyun sighed and rested his back against the bed. “I think… I think Yuta might be on to something.” he said quietly as if he were unsure.

“What you mean by that?”

“Don’t you notice… like he’s always around when I come, or if he’s not then you’re not too and I think he might like you.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“You’re probably right.” Jaehyun sighed agreeing too easily.

-

“Hey, Y/n?” you barely heard Yuta’s voice, feeling his fingers on your wrist, pulling you out of the group of girls you just finished the rehearsal with.

“Yeah?” the most innocent face of yours met his casual face expression.

“Are you done for tonight?”

“Ugh… I’m not sure, why?”

“Remember?” you smiled at him.

“What?” Yuta took a couple of steps from you, forcing for you to walk back closer to him, making you distance more from people.

“I want us to go somewhere.”

“Now?”

“No, later, we could go back to the hotel together.” Yuta took a closer step to you “I really miss holding your hand.” he whispered next to your face and you opened your mouth to reply.

“Now, everyone, go backstage for the final stage rehearsal and we’re done for today.” one of the producers of the show announced through the mic and Koeun seemed to have super speed, reaching for your hand in a second, forcing for you to run with her.

“I’ll text you, okay?” you waved a goodbye at Yuta, going back to what you were doing before.

“Jesus, Yuta is too obvious.”

“Koeun-ah, stop talking nonsense.” you rolled your eyes at the younger girl.

“It’s not me, it’s the girls. When he pulled you from us, they all began blabbering about you two and asking me as if I’d get informed by you if anything would happen.” the girl played with her brows cheerfully and chuckled. Your hand slipped over her shoulder to push her playfully.

“If I was to get hit on by one of those weirdos I’d have to tell you just for the laughs, don’t worry.” You giggled and heard the music begin to play just as the two of you got behind the stage indicating the final rehearsals beginning.

The two of you ran to the wagons you were supposed to ride through the last stage of the show with Mark and Seohyun getting on them right at the time they started moving, proceeding with the rehearsal.

-

“Let’s go eat dinner together.” you read a message Jaehyun sent you a second ago.

to: Jaehyun

I can’t today. I’m sorry

from: Jaehyun

Are you not allowed to eat before the show?

to: Jaehyun

no, no. I am

You swallowed and exited the chat before you could read on accident Jaehyun’s next message, dialling Yuta’s number immediately.

“What’s up?” Yuta picked up the phone quicker than you expected him to.

“Are you alone?” you asked, hearing voices in the background through the phone.

“In fact, I’m not. What’s up?”

“We’re going for sure, right?” you paused before asking, not knowing what you should tell him.

“You don’t want to? What happened?” his voice changed almost into a whisper. “I won’t get you in trouble, if you’re worried.”

“No, no, I want to.”

“Then what it is?”

“Jaehyun… he wants to eat together, I don’t know what to tell him.”

“Tell him a simple no?”

“I can’t.”

“Tell him you’re going to eat with me.”

“Can he tag along maybe…? We’ll go where you wanted to tomorrow?”

“No.” you sighed loudly at the way Yuta’s voice sounded through the phone. “Just tell him no. You can’t tag along with each other all of the time.”

“You’re the one against me telling him we’re seeing each other. That brings me trouble. I know he’d understand everything.”

“I’ll get him distracted.” Yuta sighed again, after thinking of what you said for a while.

“How?”

“That’s on me. Remember what we agreed on, okay?”

“But what should I tell him…?” you listened to Johnny’s loud voice refer to Yuta.

“Look, come up with something yourself. I gotta go.” Yuta hung up before you could even reply, leaving you and your imagination alone.

from: Jaehyun

“are you mad at me?”

to: Jaehyun

“jeez, why would I be mad?”

“I’m mad at me.”

“I’m not feeling well, I’ll have Koeun bring food back to our room.”

from: Jaehyun

“are you okay?”

“I mean, you’re probably not”

“I’ll come to keep you company”

to: Jaehyun

“Jaehyunah”

“stop it”

“go eat with the boys”

from: Jaehyun

“please tell me if you’ll need anything or if you’ll feel worse”

to: Jaehyun

“I will”

“<3”

You sighed and closed your eyes, hiding the phone behind the duvet. You growled into the pillow of your bed, trying to relax your body and mind. Little lies led to greater ones and a simple thought that this was the future you chose for your relationship with Jaehyun made you actually sick. This had to be changed, you decided, and made a mental remark to talk this out with Yuta.

-

“I thought you decided to dodge me.” Yuta looked at you with wide eyes when you finally got in his sight. “Hi, pretty.” he smiled softly and stretched out his hand to you when you could reach him and pulled you quickly into a hug.

“I can’t dodge you both at the same time.” you chuckled into his chest, feeling a pinch of blame over your shoulders.

“Right.” Yuta smiled and let go of you. “Let’s go?” You nodded vigorously and pushed back the Jaehyun thoughts.

“By the way… where are we going?” your voice attracted Yuta’s attention at one of the crosswalks. The two of you been walking for the past fifteen minutes and you wondered if you’re going to walk all the way to the designated place.

“It’s a secret.” Yuta turned to face you with a smile and you noticed how excitement burned in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

“You never mentioned before you know Tokyo so well.”

“I don’t.” he faced you again, turning back quickly to not bump into someone in the crowd. “I just learned the path from the hotel to …” he paused when he almost spoiled the place. “to where we’re going.”

“Did you tell anyone where you’re going?”

“No, did you?”

“Nah-ah.” you shook your head and thought of Koeun “I had to lie.” you sighed disappointed and attracted Yuta’s attention with the way you did it. He stopped on his tracks and turned his whole body to you.

“I had to lie too, if this makes you feel better.” his fingers held your chin carefully to make you look at him.

“I just never thought I’ll have to hide things like that. Go against the rules, my mom would never tolerate this. I never even had the life to do so, and I don’t know if I should be glad I’m finally living or if I should stop doing this because maybe this life is making the worst of me come out.”

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you felt Yuta’s other hand land on your shoulder. Your arms slowly raised to get on his waist, stepping a little closer.

“This is one of the things I meant when I said there are boundaries. You know what’s going to happen if everyone start talking about this?”

“Everyone already are. Girls go on how you’re in love with me. Jaehyun asked me if you told me anything.”

“Yeah, but it’s their assumptions. Just the teenagers talk, nobody would ever believe it from the management. Once you spill anything to Koeun, or someone else, they’ll say it to someone else and then it’ll all make it difficult.”

“Jaehyun’s not going to blabber about it, I can put my life on it.”

“I know he won’t.”

“If I could stop lying to at least him, it would make me feel so much better.” you looked at him hopefully. “Can I?”

“There are… other reasons why you shouldn’t tell him.”

“And those are…?”

“Ugh… hm..” Yuta paused, licking his lips “He’s going to feel left out from both you and me, I don’t want him to feel like he lost two friends at the same time.”

“I hate to admit you’re probably right.” you pouted and Yuta chuckled at your face expression, pulling you in to his chest for a hug.

“Let’s go quickly, you’re probably dying to know where I’m taking you.” you raised your head, nodding excitedly. Yuta leaned in to peck your lips, and pulled onto your hand, dragging you to walk quickly behind him. Your eyes ran over streets of Tokyo, getting blinded from all those neon signs lighting up the surrounding darkness of the night.

“Close your eyes.” Yuta suddenly told you.

“How do you think I’m going to walk?” you laughed at his silly suggestion.

“You can hug me to not trip over or something.”

“You’re being serious, right?” You bit onto your lip not knowing if you should take him seriously.

“I’m very serious.”

“Okay.” you got closer to him and forced Yuta with your hands to face you with his back. Your arms wrapped his waist, closing your eyes and resting your head on his back you waited for him to start walking. “I can hear music.” you said loudly in a while for him to hear you.

“It’s street dancers.” you made a silent “oh” and kept on walking quietly behind.

Yuta stopped and you felt his hands move to hold yours, implying on you letting go of him.

”Can I open my eyes?”

“No, no!” he exclaimed quickly and the urge to tease him and peek almost took over you. “I’ll tell you when.” You nodded, when felt him get behind you and close your eyes with his own hands.

“You’re making me scared.” you chuckled, placing your hands subconsciously over his wrists.

“You really shouldn’t be.” Yuta whispered over your ear and pushed you to walk with his body. One of his hands left your face and you heard him speak Japanese to someone, only understanding out of everything they said a ‘welcome’. He pushed you to walk a little more and finally stopped, making you believe this was actually the spot. The music got louder and something like fountain or a waterfall attracted your hearing. You guessed what was so important Yuta wanted to surprise you with in the park you guessed he led you to.

“Okay.” he sighed and moved his hands from your face, intertwining your fingers as both your hands fell down your body. “You can open now.”

“Should I?” you chuckled and kind of felt scared. What if it was something you would not like? The thoughts of your selfishness made you even more nervous than you already were. No one tried to surprise you before, what if your reaction would be wrong? You gulped and leaned against Yuta’s body, feeling him bend to rest his chin over your shoulder. “I’m kind of used to being blind now.” you chuckled.

“You’re wasting your time.” you opened your eyes quickly and blinked multiple times to get used to the lights. ”What you think?” Yuta craned his neck more to see your face that currently barely showed any emotion. “I was wrong and you’re not excited?” he sighed loudly but didn’t move, waiting for your reaction.

“It’s… it’s a theme park?” you finally asked.

“Yes baby, it’s a theme park.” he chuckled and pecked your cheek. “I thought you’re going to give me a bigger reaction than this.” his lips landed on your cheek once again, hiding away his laughter.

“Wait.” you gulped and let go of Yuta, to turn around and face him. “And we can ride the rides?”

“Yeah, we can.” he smiled widely at you while you felt puzzled.

“Yuta…” you finally processed everything, blinking multiple times before you threw your hands over his neck, feeling his hands immediately wrap around your waist in response. “That’s so cool.” you smiled and forced him to bend his neck a little for you to be able to kiss him. “I’m impressed.” you smiled and moved your hand to caress his cheek, getting startled when he leaned in and kissed you.

“I remembered how you told me you never went to a theme park. I thought it’s something you’ll remember for a long while so it’ll be great for our first date.”

“I’m… thank you.” you pecked his lips once again, letting go of him and running your eyes over the rides that were visible to you.

“Wait a sec.”

“Huh?” you focused on Yuta again.

“Wait for me here, okay? I’ll go get something.”

“Okay.” you chuckled and watched Yuta get away from you in a quick pace. You watched him get to one of the stalls, not seeing more, since a child with a big ballon stood right where the clerk headed. In a moment Yuta got back to you with a mischievous smile, hiding the things he got behind his back.

“What’s there?” You tried to shift to look behind his back.

“Nah-ah.” he tilted his body not letting you see and you rolled your eyes at him. Yuta’s hands moved swiftly catching you off guard, and he put on your head a headband, doing the same thing to himself. You chuckled at the view.

“Do I have the same ones?” you touched the ears on your headband to find the answer yourself.

“Yeah.”

“I love them.” you jumped in excitement, wrapping your hands over Yuta’s waist to pull him in for a kiss.

-

“Do you have preferences?”

“How could I?” you looked at him surprised and bit onto your lip thinking. “Do you?”

“My suggestion is we start with something not so scary?”

“I do agree.” you chuckled and allowed for Yuta to lead the way.

The not so scary ride turned out to be scary enough for you to scream your lungs out at the very first drop it had. Your fingers glued into Yuta’s and it probably hurt him terribly but you weren’t able to hear him either way. You felt your hand get sweaty and slip out of his hold right before the ride went drastically down and you caught yourself screaming even louder than before.

“That was so fucking scary.” you brushed your hair back with your fingers, resting your butt on the first flat surface that got in your way.

“That’s so funny, I think it’s my first time to hear you cuss.”

“I got so scared.” you closed your eyes, making a crying face expression, extending your hands towards Yuta, who quickly got closer to you and hugged you, caressing your back soothingly.

“I think it’s scarier because it’s night. If you’re going to scream like that you won’t be able to sing tomorrow though. Want to ride child’s attraction?” he chuckled and pinched your cheek lightly.

“Yes please?” you grinned, and Yuta’s hands helped you to stand up, finding the one that looked the most safe. You focused your attention on the cups that were twirling lightly, moving around a flat surface. “This looks my level.” You got in line and waited for a while before it was your turn.

“Go alone.”

“Why?” you frowned at him.

“I’ll sacrifice riding this one to take a cool photo of you, okay?”

“If it’s a trick you better tell me now…” you looked Yuta in the eyes suspiciously but he seemed to be honest.

“I just visualised a cool pic in my head of you in that cup, go on.” he chuckled and tapped onto your butt for you to do so. You did as he wished and in a couple of minutes your eyes were already searching for the boy that was meant to stand next to the fence. You noticed him wave at you and happily waved back, getting your attention onto the safety belt.

The cups started moving around and even though they were visibly a better ride than the one you rode before, the rough turning around made you dizzy.

“Y/n!” Yuta shouted your name when the cup you were on got closer to him, and you began striking every cute pose you could ever think of for him to photograph you.

Walking around the park, not thinking of anything but this very moment was the little something you always lacked in your life. The warmth of Yuta’s hand holding yours made your entire body feel warmer and you wished you could always hold his hand like that. Openly tell him what you feel, feel his lips on yours whenever you felt like it, whenever you pulled on his hand to signal about it. You dreamt of it knowing soberly this was only meant to stay a dream. You tried to remember everything you did, everything he told you during the time you spent at the park. You memorised the way he looked at you and the way he tightly hugged you after another couple of rides you rode, or the way he made sure your hand didn’t slip out of his anymore. You appreciated his will to take photos for you and you tried your best to shove your awkwardness down your throat when Yuta insisted on taking a few pictures together.

Yuta made you feel at ease, he suddenly felt like a safe place. Someone, who always would understand if you were scared or shy, or would want to cry. You wondered if this happened because of the situation that got you closer in the first place, or because he was someone like that. Maybe he was just compatible to you? The thought made you upset and you threw it in the deepest corner of your brain.

You explicitly avoided the fact you could be not compatible enough with Jaehyun.

“Ferris wheel and then home? I mean, hotel.” you raised your eyes at Yuta from the corn you were munching on. He walked swinging the bucket of cotton candy back and forth, making you chuckle at the image.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.”

-

“Tokyo is so beautiful at night.” you gasped and pulled your phone out of your packet to take a few pictures.

“Hm?” Yuta seemed to not hear you, moving his body closer to you from the other side of the cabin. His hand quietly crawled over your waist and you shivered lightly at the tickling sensation.

“Thank you, honestly. This is definitely something I’ll remember forever.”

“I’m very glad.” Yuta’s hand found it’s grip on your waist and pulled you against his back. “I didn’t really find the right time to say it like I should’ve a long time ago.”

“Yeah?” you craned your neck to face Yuta, finding it hard with the way his arm was pressing your back against his chest.

“You’re already mine, but for the formalities, will you be my girlfriend?” he smirked and his other hand held onto your face for support of your neck. You smirked in reply, nodding your head ever so slightly before Yuta’s lips found yours, making the view of the Tokyo long forgotten. With a small clashing of tongues, Yuta broke the kiss. “I know we’re young and everything changes quickly… and giving the circumstances we’re in, it’s not going to be easy any way you look at all this, but I really like you. Really, I’m going to work my best to be able to kiss you for a very long time. Y/n, I mean it.” you felt how emotions blocked the words’ way out of your throat making you not being able to find an answer for what felt like the first time in a lifetime. Moving your body onto Yuta’s lap as a way to get rid of that block and break the silence that hung over the cabin suddenly, at the same time marking this mentally as one of the boldest decisions you’ve made in your past 16 years of life, you felt his hands on your back. He watched you silently, allowing for you to do what you wanted to.

“I might sound like a loser if I speak.” Your voice trembled and before you said something you regretted, you leaned in to kiss him. You couldn’t explain to him or to even yourself what all this meant to you but the more time you spent together the more attached you felt to him. You couldn’t remember the moment you realised you liked him. You couldn’t remember sensing he liked you too. It just happened before your brain worked it out and now you were getting your feelings attached to Yuta without even realising you were doing so.

Yuta held you tightly against his body kissing you the way he never did before, but you caught yourself not being able to turn your brain off. You kissed him and thought how you probably weren’t that much of a great kisser. You kissed him and thought if your age concerned him at least a little bit. You wondered if he was afraid of everything he was doing regarding you as much as you were. You wondered if he was regretting being with you at all because you weren’t able to give him everything he probably needed. You hugged him tightly, and felt your brain only sink in more into insecurities you had.

Yuta broke off the kiss, kissing the corner of your lips to put a stop at what you started. “I’m sure it’s not your intention to turn me on, right?” his tongue ran over his teeth, pushing your face off him.

“I’m sorry.” you gasped and got off his lap quickly.

“It’s fine.” he pecked the back of your head.

You watched the wheel park on the ground in a couple of minutes, getting back on the ground out of the opened doors.

You walked slowly back to the hotel hand in hand, wishing the date was not ending like that. You just wanted for Yuta to come up with something else to drag you away even for the whole night if he’d want to.

“I had so much fun.” you turned around to face Yuta when the two of you got to the door of your room.

“Me too.” Yuta handed over to you the bucket of cotton candy you two didn’t finish, cornering you over the wall with his now free hand. “Promise to text me more now since we put a label on this?”

“I am texting you a lot!” you spoke louder than you probably should’ve.

“Yeah, but still less than one of your friends. He’s always on his phone, and I’m only getting one message an hour…?”

“That’s so not true.” you chuckled and laid a hand atop of Yuta’s shoulder.

“So true.” he leaned in and kissed you sweetly. “As a boyfriend I am going to fight him out of jealousy.” he mumbled while still kissing you.

“I don’t want you to go.” you whispered when Yuta moved his head away a little, drawing lines over his cheek with your pointing finger.

“Me neither. I want us to hang out just a little longer.”

“I will think of you through the whole night until I see you tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll take this as a promise.” Yuta smirked and pressed your body against the wall more with his, forcing you to hug him over his neck once again.

“You should go.” you sighed when his lips moved to your cheek.

“I am going, I’m just saying goodbye.”

“Yuta.” you gasped when his teeth pulled onto your earlobe. The feeling of something new made your tired head go dizzy.

“Fuck, please tell me to go.” he pulled his head away in a second, pressing it against the wall.

“You should go.” you said quietly, caressing his head. “It’s going to be a difficult day tomorrow.” you tried to make him stand up properly but he seemed to be frozen. “Go on, go.”

“I don’t even care about tomorrow anymore.”

“I should go, Koeun is probably worried by now.” your palm moved to caress his ear and hopefully make him go.

“You’re right. Johnny probably’s going to start a searching campaign for me too.” you chuckled and nodded when he finally moved to let you see his face. “Bye?” he tried to kiss you again but you caught him mid action, placing a palm in front of his face. “Yeah, bye.” he nodded and suddenly got too away from you for your own liking. “Good night.”

“Night.” you waved at Yuta, watching him move away from you until his silhouette got lost around the corner.

You brushed down your hair and opened the door of your room quietly, expecting to see sleeping Koeun, but being met by the turned on lights.

“Are you okay?” Jaehyun jumped up from your bed the second you got in his sight. “Where have you been? I almost told the manager.”

“I’m sorry… I tried to get to the pharmacy… turns out it’s a little difficult to explain what you need when you don’t know Japanese.” you chuckled and sat down, thanking god you left the cotton candy at the entrance of the room.

“You should’ve told someone.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry.” you pouted and looked down on your knees. Lies, once again it burdened you more than you’d like to admit.

“So did you get the pills?”

“Ugh… yeah. I had to call Yuta and waited for him to come, that’s why I took so long. But I took the pill so I guess I’m feeling better.”

“That’s great.” Jaehyun nodded and sat quietly next to you.

“You should probably return to your room, tomorrow’s important, right?” you smiled at him.

“Yeah. You too, go to sleep.”

“Of course.” you smiled and watched him get up.

“Good night.” he turned around to wave at you and you smiled nodding.

“Jaehyun-ah?” you leaned over the bed to look at him when he was already standing right next to the door. “I love you, good night.”

“Me too.” he smiled slightly and left.

“Soooo…?” Koeun suddenly spoke making your insides drop dead. You fell onto your back and hid your face. “I literally saved your life. Now you just HAVE to tell me where you were. Thank god I’m quick witted enough to not spill to Jaehyun you told me you were with him.” she said pretentiously and you opened your eyes to look at your friend. The headband you took off the moment you entered the hotel was laying quietly inside of your bag.

-

“How’s school?” Yuta sat on the armrest of the couch in your living room, making you startled with the way his hand suddenly began patting your head, but more importantly making you startled with his presence.

“Yuta!” you exclaimed but kept it low, moving your eyes onto Lami’s back who currently was washing her cup in the kitchen. You moved his hand off your head, holding onto it tightly with both yours.

“Tss.” he gestured, placing a finger over his lips with his free hand. “Go on, finish your homework.” he pointed at the notebook you had on your lap.

“Oh, Yuta? You guys are back already?” Lami said respectfully a couple of seconds after the water stopped running.

“Yup.” he nodded at her not showing much interest in what else she maybe had to say.

“Y/n, I’m going to call my mom.” her fingers pointed at her door and she moved her feet towards the same direction.

“Okay.” you nodded and moved your eyes onto Yuta.

“Want me to wait until you’re finished?” Yuta pushed you to move over the couch with his body weight, sliding his butt to sit next to you.

“No.” you underlined what you said with a head gesture. You weren’t understanding why did he think you’d be able to focus on school and homework when he was sitting right next to you. A whole damn Yuta you haven’t seen in forever, or if being more accurate - in almost a month.

“Okay.” he whispered, wrapping an arm over your shoulders. You dropped everything you had on your lap onto the table, folding your legs on the couch and turning more to face Yuta.

“I missed you.” you broke off the silence when the two of you stared at each other for a little too long. Yuta’s hand, that was giving you shivers this whole time with the way it caressed your knee, now moved onto your cheek and pulled your face closer to his. Yuta’s fingers ran over to your neck, helping his lips meet your ear.

“I missed you too, so-so much you won’t believe it.” he whispered into your ear as if he was scared that anyone else would be able to hear it.

“Why won’t you kiss me then?” you pouted when Yuta’s eyes were able to see your face once again. You moved your hands over to Yuta’s neck for a hug, when his arm wrapped over your waist and forced you to straddle his thigh, placing one of your knees between his legs. “We’re not in my room, Yuta.” you chuckled, placing your fingers over his nape. Yuta didn’t respond, pulling your body closer to him by the collar of the shirt you wore. You gasped when the pleasures feeling of his lips on your neck bursted inside of you. His fingers pulled onto the collar again, now to stretch it down lower at least a little. Running his lips over your collarbone and trying to bite the skin, Yuta’s fingers held tightly onto your waist. You tried to attract his attention, make him raise his head maybe but he ignored you visibly, making it obvious he did it on purpose. “Yuta, what’s up?” You brushed your fingers through his hair when he finally raised his head to look at you. “You can totally tell me if something’s up.” he caught your hand with his, placing your palm against his cheek for the slightest moment, before his lips began to kiss your arm all the way up, until his lips suddenly got in front of you and he crashed them against yours. Yuta’s tongue glided against your teeth before you opened your mouth for him to take the full reign. You felt his arms squeeze you even tighter than before, not helping you to understand what’s gotten into him. He made you gasp and whimper but other than that, he made you realise how much you missed his touch.

It’s been half a year since the day Yuta properly asked you to date him. It’s been the six months of struggle, feelings all over the place but more importantly happiness.

Some of the rookies boys got to train for the last month in Los Angeles and since none of the girls were given the same opportunity you stayed in Seoul. Going everyday to school, hanging out with Koeun and missing terribly the boy you wished you were next to everyday.

Jaehyun’s birthday passed almost unnoticed to everyone at the dorm, even though the talk’s been going on for a while, everyone turned out to be too busy to even prepare a little something. Not you of course, surprising him with a cake and a musical candle on top of it. Jaehyun suddenly made you realise that not everyone you think are close to you are actually close. His birthday made you realise you could only rely on each other, and Yuta too,

But Jaehyun really didn’t need to know about that. Yet.

The girls dorm got even more empty with Yeri moving to a separate house, and even though you tried to keep a face expression of happiness when she was leaving, you’d never want to see your face again after those three hours of crying over Yuta’s lap.

Your brain stopped working the way you wanted it to, the debut talk became the least interesting conversation to you the same night you found out Yeri is being added to the group, and since then you felt robotic. Going to school, then to the company, returning back home and all over again.

“No, Jaehyun, you don’t understand. There’s actually talk about your debut. They’re talking about Taeyong’s debut, about Hyucks debut, about everyone’s debut. I’m just going there everyday for no actual reason. There’s no girl group in their heads. I should probably leave and audition for other companies. Maybe I’ll be more useful under JYP or YG? Maybe some other company. I just have a feeling they’ll ask me to go when it’ll be too late for me to have any career.”

“Please, don’t go. It’s going to be okay?” your eyes met Jaehyun’s, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. You felt bad but moreover you felt angered. Why was he crying when you were the one with an undecided future? “You’re going to debut, I know it. Maybe not tomorrow, but you’re the rookie people love, you can’t be just thrown away.”

“And what if I’ll be thrown away?”

“Y/n, please.” he took a hitched breath. “Maybe it’s a good idea to talk with the manager? They’ll tell you, maybe we’re both wrong, okay?” you nodded agreeing, knowing you probably should do it, but aren’t brave enough to do what you knew would be right.

Later you forced your brain to believe being casted for The Mickey Mouse Club along side with your fellow rookies meant something and you dropped the idea of that conversation in the farthest corner of your brain, just waiting for the day to come.

Jaehyun got busy with hosting a show and even though you felt like you were missing a part in his life, Yuta had other opinion on the matter, making every possible upsetting thought of your friend leave your brain with a blink.

But this, right here, was the first aftermath of being apart. You felt like everything that was happening wasn’t real. For some reason it felt like you dreamt Yuta into life, to be right next to you and it felt weird to feel his lips on you, feel his fingers touch you.

“Yuta?” your fingers pulled onto his hair and he pulled back as if by the command.

“Yeah?” Yuta’s fingers drew small circles over your body. You bit onto your lip unconsciously thinking if you should even say this.

“Not to be annoying, but where’s Jaehyun?“

“In his room, probably.” Yuta moved his eyes from his fingers onto your face.

“Don’t you think he’ll come up here…? He texted me… and I’m just nervous what if he’s going to walk in on us here?” Yuta dropped his head onto the backrest of the couch. “Wh… what is it you’re thinking?” you asked when he kept quiet. Every passing second was giving you a whiplash, you were feeling as if you were using up all your luck these passing minutes and someone most definitely was about to walk into the living room.

“Do you want him to know or not?”

“Why?” you replied back without missing a beat. “You told him already?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” you nodded at his words feeling your body visibly relax. You didn’t notice how scared you felt for a second.

“What is it then?”

“He’s my friend, I love him, but sometimes he just couldn’t shut up how close you two are, how he knows everything about you and shit and I just fucking hate everything, more importantly I hate him and I’m a step away to smudge the smile off his face.”

“You said I shouldn’t tell him…”

“Yeah, I still stand by that. It’s just difficult to me. It’s so hard when I’m not allowed to see you for a month, and then I’m not allowed to talk about you either and he keeps on blabbering whenever he gets a chance. He talks to me, because I’m your other friend. I’m not a fucking other friend, he’s that other friend. And now, if he comes up here, he’s going to hold your hand in front of everyone, hug you in front of everyone, lay on this fucking couch glued to your body, and everyone’s going to walk around gasping at your cute relationship.” you watched his eyes move around the room, sensing pain and disappointment through every word he says.

“How do I make you feel better?” you tried to look cute, wrapping your hands over his neck to force Yuta move his head back up. “Telling Jaehyun to not talk about me is probably going to be weird, right?” Yuta mirrored your smile “I do have a secret to tell you though.” you smiled wider than before.

“Hm?”

“I’m sure this will bring your mood back up.”

“I’m thrilled.” he said sarcastically.

You moved your face closer until your mouth got in front of his ear. You sighed and bit onto your lip consciously. “I love you.” you moved your lips slowly, moving back away to watch his face expression. “Not Jaehyun. I love you and will love you for as long as I’ll be able too.” you couldn’t understand if he didn’t speak because he was too stunned or because he simply didn’t know what to tell. Yuta said it already a hundred times, a thousand probably. ‘I love you’s’ left his mouth often, sometimes probably even without a second thought but to you the words seemed meaningful and only appropriate when you meant them. You savoured them on your tongue for the past week to be able to say it smoothly right into his ear. You’ve been imagining his face expression the whole time and now you couldn’t work out if this was what you imagined.

“Let’s go.” his hands pushed you off his lap by the hips. His face suddenly looked busy and if you were to fantasise it looked as if he was asking you to go to marriage registering office since you loved him now. You chuckled at your thoughts, standing up and watching Yuta stand up quickly right after you.

“Where to?” you asked when his hand found yours and he pulled onto it, answering the question silently - he dragged you into your room.

Yuta let go of you when the both of you got inside, locking the door behind him.

“Ugh… why the lock?” you smirked to not let him notice you shivered. The last time he locked the room was two days before they left. The two of you were laying on your bed causally, stealing lazy kisses here and there, when Yuta’s fingers slowly traveled down under your shirt and up your stomach. He drew small lines over it with his fingers, until they reached your breasts. His fingers gently played with your nipples while his eyes watched your face expression carefully. Your breath hitched when the question ‘can I do more’ left Yuta’s lips. You nodded quickly and his lips pecked yours, slowly moving his hand down to your pants, sliding his fingers past your underwear to do the ‘more’ he asked permission for.

“For privacy.” his lips found yours, moving you with his body towards the bed in the corner of your room. “We don’t have enough time alone.”

Yuta unbuttoned your jeans before you could even reach the bed. His fingers put pressure against your centre with taps and you grabbed onto his shoulders wildly as he pushed you to sit. “Did you wish I could touch you, while I was away?” his fingers slipped past your underwear and your breath hitched at still foreign feeling. “Spread your legs.” he commanded and pushed you more into the bed, making your back lean against the wall. His free hand spread your legs for you, noticing how you weren’t able to think anymore. Yuta slid his finger up and down your slit not giving it much pressure or making a lot of motion, but your body already felt hot. “Shh.” he cooed when your hand hugged his neck, gripping onto it tightly. “How do I make you not so vulnerable?” he smirked delighted. “I don’t do much and you’re already crying like a kitten.” you gasped his name as his fingers got onto your clit in circle motions, smearing the wetness all over you. “Calm down.” Yuta’s hand moved back and your vision suddenly got back to you, seeing him as brightly as ever.

“Why?” you mumbled.

“Lie down, come on.” he moved out of the way, leaving your bodies with no contact, forcing you to let go of his neck.

Yuta crawled atop of you, when your back hit your mattress, making your head lay on your pillow. His lips found yours, licking into your mouth slowly. You kissed him back, when his head moved lower onto your neck and later to skin that was peeking out of your shirt.

“Can we take that off?” Yuta’s fingers teased the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up your stomach a little bit.

“Can we not… take it off?” you asked consciously, the thought made you scared shitless but you tried to hide the feeling.

“Yes, we can.” he smiled and cramped up to peck your lower stomach, before pulling the shirt back down. He found balance on his elbows, running his thumb over your cheek. “I want to lick you.”

“No.” you shot back without missing a beat.

“Why?” he chuckled softly.

“I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t have to do anything in return, if you’re bothered.”

“I’m not bothered with this. I just don’t want you to… see me… so close.” Yuta tried to contain his little laugh with a smirk. His lips kissed yours to take your mind off what he just proposed.

“Okay… but you know, that I will have to see you.. so close… eventually?”

“I’ll tell you when I’ll feel like it.”

“Good.” he swallowed a laugh.

“You can take my trousers off.” Yuta’s eyes immediately traveled lower, raising on his knees, he pushed the trousers down your legs with your help and slid his palms up your bare thighs. You shivered and stopped breathing. Yuta watched your face, he sat back quietly and you couldn’t help but feel bad at the way his eyes ran over your face.

“You’re worried?”

“Just conscious.” you let go of your lip that was between your teeth before. “I didn’t know we’d… I didn’t…” you paused.

“You know there’s literally no reason for you to be conscious in front of me, ever? Okay?” Yuta’s voice changed into a soft one and you nodded quickly in response. Your hand extended towards Yuta, pulling him in to hover over your body by his forearm. Wrapping your arms over his neck confidently you placed a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling back. He smirked and kissed you too, with his lips moving against yours hungrily, sliding his fingers up and down your thigh, making your mouth open with the way his hand gripped onto your skin. You gasped at the feeling of Yuta’s hips bumping against yours. Your eyes opened quickly catching his trembling glance as Yuta’s tongue found yours. You spread your legs on your bed, bending your knees. Yuta propped himself more comfortably on his elbows not breaking the kiss, snaking his palms under your head to push your face more against his. You wined in his arms not being able to wait any longer until he touches you, you did want him to touch so desperately even when he was away. You were hoping the sound you made gave him a hint, but instead of his fingers you felt his hips against yours once again. He didn’t move away after one thrust, rubbing himself against you through multiple layers of clothes. You could tell, it wasn’t that many layers when you could feel him getting harder from the same motion he made, how you could feel his breath hitch and get heavier. You felt pleasures but you couldn’t focus on it due to the sound of your heart in your ears. You couldn’t breathe because it felt good but moreover you couldn’t breathe because you couldn’t wrap your hand around Yuta thrusting himself against you and breathing like that. You couldn’t breathe because you’ve never felt him, or anyone at all, like that, you couldn’t breathe because you were deadly excited to see what he looked like when he came. Your breath hitched when Yuta’s hips put more pressure than before on you, when his lips let go of yours and moved on the crook of your neck. You twitched under him when his hips slightly switched angle and now he was rubbing against the spot that made you feel heavy in your lower stomach.

At this very moment you regretted not letting him lick you, because that’s all you could wonder about now, you wanted him to properly touch you and to be fair, get inside of you too. He’d never made you feel more horny than that before and at the very moment you were feeling as if you could explode from all those emotions at once. Your fingers got to his waist and he suddenly stopped as if he was electrocuted. “What’s wrong?” he asked confused.

“You… I thought, you should take your jeans off, to… to feel better, yeah?” he gave you a slight nod, watching your eyes as your hands slid down his stomach blindly. You had to break eye contact to undo his jeans, pushing material down his butt and moving your eyes back onto his. The idea of looking at him made you uncomfortably shy and it felt like he sensed it, dropping his body back against yours. Your hands slipped to hug his waist now, as Yuta’s body now was too close to your own. “Hell.” you whispered unstoppably as Yuta’s hips were making your vision go blurry. “Yuta, oh my god.” you cried as his hand pulled your underwear up your body making it feel like it was gone. He’s breath hitched unstoppably, you tried to catch his expression with your eyes, but his thumb slipped under your panties and you were seeing literal stars instead of Yuta’s face. You couldn’t control a moan that ran past your lips, repeating his name like a mantra afterwards.

The door handle of your room made a sound and Yuta stopped immediately, your heart fell somewhere down your body. Your heavy breathing probably was heard on another floor, your moans and cries just a second ago were probably heard by someone. What if someone behind the door came just because they heard you moan? You gasped in fear and Yuta’s hand laid atop your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Y/n…? Say you’re home, please.” you heard a knock. “Why are you not home? Y/n…” Jaehyun sounded too disappointed even through the door. Your first intention was to shout back for him to wait a second but then you got back to your senses. Your heart screeched as you heard a weird noise as if he hit his head against the door and probably walked away. Yuta didn’t move for a while.

“What if he didn’t go?” you whispered when Yuta touched you again.

“Then try to keep quiet, it actually hurts, I almost came.” he mumbled fakely annoyed. The pleasure you felt before didn’t take long to build back up but now your brain kind of focused on the fact Jaehyun could possibly be outside the door and your body stiffened and fought back any possible sound you could make. Your hand slipped back between your bodies, building up courage to touch Yuta even if it was through underwear. Your fingers slipped up and down his length, you tried to grip onto it lightly, put pressure on it and just caress. You didn’t have a manual on what to do and just tried your best to follow Yuta’s reaction as a guide. It didn’t take long for him to cum. He came as your fingers flexed over his length. You took in every emotion on his face, how he scrunched his nose and parted his lips later, how his eyes squeezed and the low grunts that left his lips. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t hold back a smile you tried so hard to hide.

“Why are you smiling?” Yuta chuckled and leaned in to kiss you.

“I made you cum.”

“Yeah, you did. Now my underwear’s wet.”

“Isn’t it weird?” you chuckled.

“Weird that it’s wet?”

“Weird that you came because I touched you.”

“Why?” he asked confused, furrowing his eyebrows for a second. “It’s weird then when you cum when I touch you?”

“No, it’s obvious because I’m in love with you, but I didn’t know I’m able to do this to you. It makes me feel…”

“What… weird?” he teased.

“Powerful somehow?” you smirked.

“Good to know now you’re understanding I’m in love with you too.” He stretched his lips in a line, kissing you afterwards. “Do you still want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, please.” you smiled at him.

-

You stood in the corner of the room, watching Jaehyun chew on the ice he got out of the cup of coffee he finished. You wondered if someone’s going to walk out from some corner and disclose your presence to him, but as you watched him bob his head lightly to the song he was listening to in his earphones, it made you feel like the rest of the dorm disappeared. You stood there for a little while, before finally taking a step forward. You bent over, sliding your arms over his skinny figure, to squeeze him in a back hug. His head turned around quickly as you startled him, to look at who it was, moving his arm behind his body, to hug your waist back.

“Hi.” you whispered as his eyes met yours. You stole an earphone from him and bobbed your head to the song that played. Jaehyun chuckled at you, pulling earphones from both of your ears and laying them on the table.

“Come here.” he said as he exhaled, standing up and turning to properly face you.

“Did you grow taller or what?” you chuckled, tapping the top of his head, as Jaehyun’s arms scooped you into a hug.

“Hi.” he sighed squeezing the life out of you. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” you whispered back, rubbing his back with your palm.

“I came over when we got back to the dorms, but you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry.” you felt your body feel warmer in embarrassment.

“I really wanted to tell you something but you weren’t there.”

“Well I found you myself now, so you can tell me everything.” you pushed him back to look Jaehyun in the eyes. He smiled so softly you were about to melt away.

“Oh, the couple’s reunited.” Haechan made Jaehyun jump away from you for some reason. “Hi, Y/n.”

“Hyuck.” you stretched out a smile.

“I know you missed me more than anyone else in this house.”

“I did.” you giggled as he propped himself on the couch.

“A…Are you planning on sitting here now…?” Jaehyun made the both of you look confused at him.

“Ugh… yeah? You two lovebirds are so much fun to watch. I have to keep myself updated.” you laughed at the boy, turning back to talk to Jaehyun.

“We can hang out together.” you said

“Can we go to your room?” Jaehyun spoke at the same time with you and you couldn’t partially hear what he said, chuckling.

“What?”

“No, no. Let’s stay here, you’re right.” he nodded quickly.

“Should we watch a movie?” you asked still looking at Jaehyun suspiciously.

“Oh, let’s watch ‘A midsummer’s fantasia’?” Haechan asked excitedly.

“What’s that?”

“A movie, we should watch it. You two come here.” Haechan tapped the couch next to him cutely and you turned around, slipping your palm into a silently standing next to you Jaehyun’s, pushing him to sit. You sat him next to Haechan, sitting yourself on the other side of him, wrapping your body around Jaehyun’s arm, resting your chin on his shoulder. Haechan turned the light off and the room became pitch black, making your eyes focus on the screen. You couldn’t remember how your eyes began to close or how you slid down Jaehyun’s arm to get under it, now that you woke up feeling your head rest on his chest, one of your legs over his. You wanted to open your eyes when you heard voices. They were probably the reason you woke up.

“Wake her up you’ve sat like that for hours.” Johnny said with something between amusement and annoyance in his voice.

“It’s fine.” Jaehyun’s voice vibrated through your body and you felt him flex his, probably very sore, limbs.

“So if she doesn’t wake up you’re going to spend the whole night like that?” Johnny definitely was amused now. “Dude you know you’re a very big fool.”

“Shut up.” Jaehyun hissed at him.

“I have to make everyone see this.” Johnny chuckled and placed something onto the table. You could hear him walk and waited for some sound or sign he left to open your eyes, when Johnny’s voice reached your ears once again.

“Ya, Taeyong, look at this idiot.” he full on laughed now. You could hear Taeyong being confused, hearing multiple pairs of feet walk in the room. You swore at Johnny, yes you fell asleep and Jaehyun was kind to let you sleep, but Johnny didn’t need to make everyone see you and make fun of you. Taeyong, or maybe Johnny, got closer to the couch, and dropped their body carelessly onto it, slapping your butt cheek slightly in the motion. You gasped shocked and raised up immediately, turning to see the guys face.

“This is not your floor, our couch’s not for your sleeping.” Yuta spoke as you turned your head at him. You sighed relieved, but tensed up again, realising someone might’ve seen him do it. “Go away.” he smiled and showed with his arms at the exit.

“It’s actually late, you’ve slept for a few hours.” Jaehyun spoke from behind you and you got your attention back at him.

“I’m so sorry, you should’ve woken me up.”

“By the way, that’s what I told him.” Johnny chimed in, making Yuta behind you chuckle.

“It didn’t bother me, so it’s fine.”

“Didn’t you tell me you are dying to pee?” Johnny cackled and left.

“Wait a second.” Jaehyun jumped up and ran towards the bathroom and you held in a laugh.

“Hey, you.” you turned around at the soft timbre of Yuta’s voice, his hand reaching out to your face, squeezing your jaw. “Don’t do that ever again.”

“What?”

“Make Jaehyun feel like you’re into him.”

“What?” you gasped shocked, staring back at Yuta, who was staring you down with intense eyes.

“I’m kidding.” he suddenly pushed you in for a quick peck and moved back.

“Are you?” you asked confused.

“Mhm.” he nodded with his head, resting it against the backrest. You tried to reach out to kiss Yuta once again when the door to the bathroom opened and you jumped up from your seat.

“I’ll go.”

“I… already?” Jaehyun asked disappointed.

“Didn’t you say it’s pretty late yourself?”

“Yeah, right.” he smiled.

“Thanks for baring with me heaving you down.” you chuckled as he walked in front of you. Your hands snaked over his waist for a goodbye hug.

“It’s nothing.” he chuckled shyly.

“Okay, see you, love you, bye bye.” you pinched his cheek and looked behind Jaehyun at Yuta, who surprised you with a stare.

“Yuta, you too, bye.”

“Not going to say you love me?” he mused and you laughed loudly to not make Jaehyun notice how your breath hitched.

“You wish.” you rolled your eyes and looked away, walking to the exit.

“Bye.” Jaehyun said as you opened the door and you waved at him. As the door closed you reached out for your phone, finding the needed phone number.

to: Yuta

“I love you <3”

He read it immediately and you watched the screen for his reply.

from: Yuta

“good girl”

“I love you”

You chuckled to yourself, running to your room.

-

“Oh, I think we should go on a date.” you said, scrolling through your feed mindlessly. Your eyes ran from your phone to Jaehyun when you heard dying noises from him. He chocked on his drink, you guessed, as the coffee now was everywhere. “Jesus, did you forget how to drink?” you chuckled, handing him a napkin.

“What, date?” he asked in between heavy breaths he took to calm his caugh.

“Yeah, we haven’t hung out properly in such a long while. I miss our dates, when we went somewhere and did things, like proper besties.”

“Oh, that.” he nodded understandingly “Yeah.”

“What, yeah!” you chuckled. “I wish my best friend wasn’t a super famous and successful idol, that way he’d find time to be with me like he used to.” you wined amused.

“I still love you the same, come on.” he fought back way too vigorously and you laughed at him.

“Prove it?” you wiggled your eyebrows as Jaehyun’s eyes ran over the room.

“Tell me how to?”

“It’s a joke.” you chuckled “I’m just making fun of you because you’re busy and I’m jealous.” you sighed and looked back into your phone, looking through photos of the tag.

“Let’s get couples rings, but like best friends couples rings. What’s your ring size?” he said suddenly, breaking the silence that crawled over the room.

“Huh?”

“Your finger’s size for a ring?” Jaehyun repeated himself.

“Why?”

“To prove I love my best friend.” you looked over Jaehyun’s cheeky face expression.

“Oh, you! Back off.” you giggled, watching Jaehyun’s hand reach out to your fingers and lay them on the table in front of you two. His fingers ran over the base of yours as if he could work out your ring size this way. “You’re not doing that.”

“Why?” his hand now properly held onto yours but you didn’t mind.

“On Wednesday, let’s go on a picnic. Food’s on you, it’ll be enough for proving your love.” you moved your hand from under his.

“Just you and me?”

“Yeah.” you nodded.

“Okay, what would you like to eat?”

“Hmm… I think you should guess.”

“Fine.” he chuckled, stopping as he watched you get up. “Where are you going?”

“Ugh… Yuta texted me.”

“Where has he been?”

“I don’t know, but he asked me to come downstairs so I’ll go.” your feet took you to exit.

“So this is how you do it.” Jaehyun whispered to himself and you had to turn around to see his puzzled face expression.

“Huh?”

“No, it’s nothing. Bye, I guess, see you on Wednesday.”

“Yeah, bye.” you smiled at Jaehyun. “I’m excited about that one, by the way.” he beamed back at you.

-

“Did they tell you about the concert in Japan yet?” Jaehyun asked as the two of you walked down the road to the park.

“No… you’re leaving again?” you sighed disappointed, taking a glance at Jaehyun.

“No, I mean yes, but it’s the SM Town, I think you’ll go too.”

“I’m not sure now, I still never heard of it.” you chuckled sarcastically.

“Talk to your manager?”

“What’s the point, that’s probably gonna look sad.”

“I’m sorry for bringing this up…” Jaehyun found your palm with his, squeezing it lightly. “I was just thinking we could go to Japan together once again, but this time we could properly hang out, because I don’t think you’d get sick twice like that...I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you some other time.”

“Don’t beat yourself, Yuno-yah, it’s the reality of my perspective.” you slipped your hand from his hold, hugging his arm tightly instead. “By the way, where’s the food…?”

“Oh…” the giggle that left his throat made you relieved - he totally had something planned. “See the convenience store in front of you?” he pointed with the hand you held on to and you nodded. “It’s all yours.”

“You bought me a store?” you laughed.

“No, but I’ll buy anything you’ll want to when we’ll get inside of it.”

You helped Jaehyun spread out the cover over the grass. The spot was just too perfect for the exhaustingly warm summer day, the tree shielding you both from the sun rays, a cold drink in your hand and a couple snacks in a bag. You dropped your body on the cloth as soon as Jaehyun straightened his back.

“This is just perfect.” you sighed and spread your arms.

“Hey, move.” he tried to push you to the side, getting on his butt to undo the shoes he wore but you were almost glued to the ground.

“Don’t even try, the ramen we had and the rest of the food just made me get stuck on this spot.”

“I thought you said you wanted more.” he chuckled, propping shoes on each corner of the cloth.

“I did at first but now I’m kind of getting ready to explode.” you turned your head to look at Jaehyun, seeing him sip on the drink he brought. “Just watching you drink makes me want to throw up.” he placed the cup on the ground as you finished speaking, stretching his fingers above you. You watched him wondering what he wanted to do, holding your breath in case he wanted to tease you for how badly you bloated. Instead, his palm laid atop of your stomach, moving in circle motions and catching you off guard.

“Dear mr. stomach please digest the food quickly, we still have a whole bunch of snacks she made me buy.” you chuckled at Jaehyun, closing your eyes.

“Mmh, this actually feels nice, don’t stop.” you murmured and opened your eyes back to take a look at your friend. He stared at your face as if he was possessed, not even noticing you looked back at him again for a few seconds.

“Ugh, I did that for you to move to the side so move.” he snapped back and moved his hand away, forcing a pout out of you. You sighed and scooped yourself to the side, giving Jaehyun space. “Thanks.” he laid on his back, and pulled the cap he wore on his face.

“Are you going to sleep?” your hand pushed his cap away, not getting a reply from him, but feeling his hand on yours to push it back on.

“Can we chill for a bit? I forgot how tiring you are.”

“I’m tiring?”

“Maybe bad wording, overwhelming.” he bent his arms to get them under his head.

“Overwhelming in a good or a bad way?” you chuckled, turning onto your stomach to watch him on your elbows, even though there was nothing to watch - he still had black cap all over his face.

“Just overwhelming.”

“Why are you so irritated all of a sudden…” you pouted for no one to see, moving your hand to get rid of his cap, but he caught you and squeezed your wrist to push it away. You sighed at him but giving up wasn’t something you planned to do so easily.

You sat up, folding your feet under your body, placing two of your fingers on his chest, walking them up his clothed skin slowly. “Hey.” you knocked on the visor of the cap. “Knock-knock.” you tried to contain a chuckle to go on. “Knock-knock?” you repeated when he kept on ignoring you. “Mr. Jaehyun, by any chance, are you there?” you heard a cackle from him and moved closer, balancing with your palm on his chest to see what he’d respond. “Huh, seems like no one’s here.” you sighed and raised your hand to move it away, when Jaehyun’s fingers forced you to hold onto him again, moving the cap away with his other hand, putting it on your head instead.

“I’m here.” he said emotionless, staring at the leaves of the tree above you.

“Why are you grumpy?” he gifted you a glance, moving his arm under his head silently.

“Ask me other questions.” you watched his throat move as he swallowed.

“Hm…” you looked around the park, watching other people eat and play. “How’s your throat?” you thought of his recent sickness.

“It’s fine.”

“Have you bought me a birthday present?” you thought what else him to ask.

“It’s a secret.” he smirked to himself replying quicker than you expected.

“Did you go to gym today?” suddenly you couldn’t stop yourself from asking anything that came to your mind.

“I’m probably going after.”

“Hm… would you exchange your roommate for me?” Jaehyun looked at you once more when the very random question popped out.

“Probably, but only because he’s messy.” you chuckled.

“Would you… hm… eat unwashed apples if I gave you something in return?”

“Something is vague.”

“Okay, would you eat unwashed apples if I’d give you something you really wanted?”

“Like what?”

“Anything…? But only if it’s like couple of whole apples, not a bite.”

“If literally anything then yeah, I would.”

“What is it you want me to give you…?” you teased.

“It’s a secret.” he teased back. The wind blew and leaves that blocked sun shivered on brunches, allowing for sun rays to dance on your best friends dreamy face. You smiled as you watched his eyes close and stared down at beautiful shadows. A leaf suddenly landed on his nose bridge and further slid onto his cheek. Your fingers met with his when the both of you reached for the peace breaker and as Jaehyun opened his eyes to look at you, he suddenly let go of the leave and your hand, closing his eyes back. You stared at his face a little too long, taking the leave between your fingers to twirl it between your fingers against Jaehyuns cheek. You knew it tickled and he proved it a second later, grabbing onto your fingers once again.

“You’re so ethereal, like there’s no way you’re not going to be the most loved member.”

“What are you saying.” Jaehyun made an awkward sound, raising his back from the grass, making you two too close for a split second. You watched him rest his back against the tree, leaning in to take the leaf from your hold. “Are you done with those questions?”

“No way.” you laughed. “Do you like girls?”

“Ugh… in general?”

“Yes.”

“I do like girls in general.” you watched him visibly suffer as he said it.

“Do you like anyone in our company?” you wanted to narrow the circle.

“Why?”

“I’ve never asked before, maybe I was ignoring your feelings towards someone unknowingly.”

“Do you?” he suddenly focused his eyes on you too much.

“I asked first.” you chuckled, was this a good enough moment to tell him about Yuta, you swallowed nervously.

“But I’ll only tell you if I do if you’ll tell me.”

“Doesn’t this mean you do like someone…?” you grinned cheekily.

“No, this could mean I’m gaslighting you into thinking I’m liking someone.” you full on laughed now.

“Okay, I do, do you?”

“Is it so simple for you to say?”

“Yeah, I like someone.”

“Are you sure?” Jaehyun seemed preoccupied now.

“Very much. I’m happy I’m able to spend time with that person and I’ve known him for quite a while.” you stared somewhere in the distance. “I think I’m in love, even.” you smiled shyly to yourself, as the picture of Yuta lit up in your head.

“Me too.”

“What?” you realised that you got lost somewhere in the train of thought when you saw Jaehyun watch you.

“I’m probably in love too.” you couldn’t hold back a smile. If he was in love then he’d most likely understand what you felt towards Yuta. You were trying to work out who out of the girls dated your best friend to guess before he spills it to you. You couldn’t believe, how you literally missed it in front of your nose, out of all people.

“I can’t believe I slept on this.” you chuckled and grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist. “Who is it?” Jaehyun beamed. “Who are you dating?”

“I’m… dating?” he looked at you confused. “I… I… who do you like?” he raised on his elbows slightly.

“No, stop.” you chuckled. “I want to know now for real. She lives with me or in a different place?“

“No.”

“What no?”

“The conversation is over.” he dropped back on his back.

“Yuno…”

“No, lie down.” His fingers pressed onto your shoulder, forcing you to lay next to him.

-

You held onto the door handle until it felt like metal began to sink through your skin. You forced a loud sigh out of your lungs and pressed the handle down to finally open the door.

“Y/n?" you gave the woman a slight nod "Please come in.” a lady smiled at you almost fondly the second your eyes focused on the room. “Mrs. Lee is on her way. We’re a little early. It’s so sweet to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.” you bowed awkwardly and walked through the meeting room sheepishly, assuming you’re meant to sit on the other side of the table.

“Y/n, you’re here, good.” your manager rushed through the door, two other SM employees following behind. “Been a while.” her eyes ran over the people that sat in front of you as she sat down and laid all her papers over the table.

“I’m sure we all aware of the reason we’ve gathered here today.”

“I’m sure we are.” the lady you still didn’t know the name of paid you attention. “You’re probably wondering, Y/n, who I am, I can tell that by the look in your eyes.” she giggled sweetly and made you confused at the sweetness of her first expression. “I’m Lee Soonhyuk and that’s my colleagues Kim Minsoo and Kim Jaehyun. We’re all part of the auditioning team of JYP Entertainment. Im sure you know your manager contacted our company on your behalf.” Your head turned slightly to take a glance at the woman right next to you. She said it was their will to see you. Did she try to seem careless while in fact she was working hard to help you? “We monitored your work and are interested in you, and by the conversation I had with your manager it seems like you're interested in us. I won’t ask you to show your talents since we’ve kept a close eye on you for the past couple of weeks, so getting closer to the point of the meeting I’d like to ask you a question.” you nodded nervously. “Do you mind?”

“No, please, go ahead.”

“What is the reason behind your wish to move companies?”

“I love SME." you started quietly.

"I'm sure." she smiled.

'I made so many friends here and training here’s been a pleasure but Mrs. Lee told me there’s no place for me in the company. I’m scared to stay as a trainee until the age I’m asked to leave and have nowhere to go. I want to be a performer. I want to grow in what I like to do, I want to succeed in what I’m doing. Not because I’m greedy, but because being on stage is all I ever worked for. I’m 18 soon, I’m sure if I’m staying behind the curtain for a little longer it’s going to be too late.”

“Are you not afraid to leave your friends and start all over all alone?”

“I’m more afraid that one day I’ll stay all by myself because all my friends are too busy working. Won’t it be better if we’ll be under separate managements and then will meet on stage one day?”

“I like the way you’re thinking. I’m confused with SME’s reasons of letting you go, but I’m sure JYPE will not let your talent go to waste. I have to make sure you’re understanding, not as a casting director, as someone who wants the best for you, we’ve just debuted a girl group last year, it’ll maybe take us three years or more to debut you. You’ll have to go through everything you probably went through here once again. You’re already a media person but you’ll have to scratch that and get back to nothing. We already have girls that will probably debut with you. They’re a little younger, nothing’s obviously decided but as of now I could tell you that there’s a higher debuting chance than in SME, if I’m getting it right, am I right, Mrs. Lee?” all eyes in the room focused on your manager who simply nodded. “If these conditions are not something you expected or if Mrs. Lee have other agencies lined up for a meeting with you, I could give you time to think this through. Aren’t YG forming a girl group?” Lee Soonhyuk looked over at her colleagues as if not sure. “Anyway, if you’re willing to be with us we could go through the contract now.” you gulped and held in a gasp. Mrs. Lee just told you a company would come to see you a couple of weeks after you talked to her about your future. She said it’s nothing too serious or decided, they will ask you to sing and dance and take a look at you in general. She didn’t even know who would come, at least that’s what she told you. It seemed like she lied a whole lot about literally everything regarding this meeting. You took a good look at your managers face expression.

“I didn’t arrange any other meetings.” her eyes dropped at her ringing phone. “I’m sorry, I’m sure I’m not needed much for the contract reading. If you don’t mind, I’ll leave my colleagues and excuse myself.”

“Sure.” The JYPE director smiled. “So, Y/n, did I understand it correctly, you’re ready to look through the contract?”

“Yeah…” you said weakly. “Yes, yes, sure.” you nodded and regained confidence.

“When do I have to move?” you asked as JYP employee flipped through the last page of agreement.

“When do you want to?”

“It’s my birthday this month… I would want to spend it with my friends here…” you thought of Yuta and Koeun, Jaehyun too and suddenly found it hard to breathe. How could you say goodbye to them. “If it’s not possible then I’ll be ready to train even tomorrow.”

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll sign all the papers officially next Friday and will prepare everything for your transfer. That means starting next Monday after signing you’d get to train with us. Your moving will be decided quickly after, you’re still allowed to stay here as long as SME will let you.”

“Thank you.” you blinked.

“Unofficially, welcome to the family.” she winked at you and slid her card towards you. “You can contact directly me if there’s anything. If you change your mind, please call me. You still have time to decide.” the lady ran her eyes over the screen of her phone “See you next Friday, then.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you. Thank you.” you stood up from your seat and bowed 90 degrees.