#byounggon au

[minhoskofi]

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pairing: bestfriend!byounggon x bestfriend!fem!reader genre: non-idol!au, smut (minors dni!), some fluff warnings: grinding, teasing, edging, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, “baby”, "love", choking, unprotected sex, begging, use of "fuck", marking (hickeys) word count: 3.2k

As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Byounggon's cozy flat, you slumped onto his couch, clutching a tub of ice cream like it was your lifeline.

Byounggon, your ever-reliable best friend, observed your disheveled appearance with a mixture of sympathy and exasperation.

"Again?" he murmured, shaking his head as he handed you a tissue to wipe away your tears.

You chuckled humorlessly, your voice muffled by the ice cream. "Yeah, again. I swear I have the worst taste in men."

Byounggon's eyes softened as he watched you devour the ice cream, a pang of protectiveness swelling in his chest. He had seen you go through countless heartbreaks, each time picking up the pieces of your shattered heart with unwavering resilience. And each time, he wished he could shield you from the pain.

"Maybe it's time for a change of scenery," he suggested, a spark of spontaneity igniting in his eyes. "How about we escape for a while? Just you and me, away from all this mess."

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. "Are you suggesting a getaway or a pity party?"

Byounggon grinned, his dimples deepening. "A little bit of both, maybe. But mostly a chance for you to recharge and have some fun."

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of spending time with Byounggon.

"Alright, you're on," you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips. "But you're paying for everything, got it?"

Byounggon rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course. Consider this my treat for having to put up with your ugly crying face all these years."

You swatted his arm playfully, unable to suppress your laughter at his teasing. "Come here," you ordered, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Come where?”

You savored the last spoonful of ice cream, letting out a contented sigh as you set the empty tub aside. You patted the empty space next to you on the couch. “Here. Cuddles. Now.”

A faint blush crept onto Byounggon's cheeks, his heart fluttering nervously at your request. Lately, he couldn't deny the growing… warmth he felt whenever he was close to you, the way his heart seemed to skip a beat whenever your laughter filled the room.

"So clingy," he retorted, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions swirling within him as he settled onto the couch beside you.

You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you tentatively, the scent of your hair filling his senses. His heart hammered in his chest as he resisted the urge to bury his face in the crook of your neck, to hold you close and never let go.

As you drifted off to sleep in his comforting embrace, Byounggon watched over you with an unusual tenderness. He couldn't tear his gaze away from your peaceful face, illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the window.

But as time passed, he began to feel the uncomfortable numbness creeping into his arm. Despite his reluctance to disturb your rest, he knew he couldn't bear it much longer.

He eased himself out from beneath you and gently scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he made his way to his bedroom.

Laying you down on the bed with the utmost care, he tucked the blankets around you snugly, ensuring you were comfortable before tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face.

As you stepped into the luxurious lobby of the hotel, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of its opulent beauty. “You can’t possibly afford this,” you breathed, turning to Byounggon with wide eyes. 

“Already did,” he bit back.

As you approached the reception desk to check in, the hotel staff greeted you warmly… and then apologized profusely. 

Shit.

They explained that there had been a mix-up with the reservations. The last double bed room had been already booked, and they were left with only one room available, with a shared bed. 

A surprise for no one.

You exchanged a hesitant glance with Byounggon, unsure of how to proceed. “I told you to book beforehand.” 

Sharing a bed with your best friend shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Byounggon, ever the picture of composure, simply shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looks like we're bunking together, partner. Hope you don't snore."

As the first light of dawn filtered through the hotel room’s curtains, you found yourself stirring from a fitful sleep. 

Your limbs were tangled in the blankets.

A distinct lack of warmth enveloping you.

With a groan, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and turned to Byounggon, who was blissfully unaware of your growing irritation as he slept soundly beside you.

"Seriously, Gon?" you grumbled, poking him gently in the side. "You moved so much last night, I swear, I felt like I was in the middle of a wrestling match."

Byounggon let out a soft snore in response, his arm flopping lazily onto your side of the bed, effectively stealing even more of the blankets in the process. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, tugging futilely at the fabric in an attempt to reclaim your share.

"And don't even get me started on the snoring," you continued, "I could've just rented you out as a white noise machine."

Byounggon let out a snort in his sleep, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shifted slightly, sending a sharp jab of pain shooting through your side where he had inadvertently elbowed you.

"Ow!" you exclaimed, shooting him a mock accusatory glare. "Are you doing this on purpose now?"

He was completely unfazed by your complaints.

With a huff of frustration, you grabbed your pillow and began to mercilessly pummel him with it, determined to rouse him from his deep sleep.

"Lee Byounggon! Wake! The fuck! Up!" you exclaimed, landing a harder blow with the pillow. "I can't take it anymore! You're snoring like a chainsaw, stole all the blankets, and now I'm starving!"

Byounggon stirred groggily, blinking owlishly, "Huh? What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm hungry!" you whined, launching another assault with the pillow for good measure. "And I can't sleep with all your tossing and turning. It's like trying to sleep on a roller coaster!"

Byounggon let out a sheepish chuckle, finally fully awake as he sat up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. "Sorry about that."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His hair tousled from sleep and eyes still heavy with drowsiness, he looked effortlessly adorable and undeniably attractive at the same time. The sight caused a flutter in your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Snorting softly, you quickly tried to compose yourself, mentally chiding your traitorous heart for its sudden fluttering. You busied yourself with the excuse of fixing his hair, reaching out to gently run your fingers through the unruly locks, attempting to smooth them down.

"Uh, your hair's a bit of a mess," you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Let me fix it for you."

“You're one to talk. You look like you just rolled out of bed yourself."

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, though the teasing glint in his eyes only served to deepen your blush. "At least I'm not the one who snores like a bear."

Byounggon chuckled, leaning into your touch as you continued to smooth down his hair. "Fair."

As you sat at the edge of the hotel’s pool, dipping your toes into the cool water, a sense of tranquility washed over you. 

Beside you, Byounggon crouched down, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in close. "Hey, I've been meaning to tell you something," he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he had up his sleeve. But before you could respond, he pushed you into the water with a playful shove, sending you splashing into the pool with a yelp of surprise.

Determined to get back at him, you didn't immediately swim to the surface but watched as Byounggon treaded water, clearly worried that he had gone too far. 

After a few seconds, he dove into the water, swimming towards you with a serious expression.

He grabbed you from underwater, pulling you into a tight embrace and wrapping your legs around his waist. "For fuck’s sake, don't scare me like that, you idiot," he scolded gently, his voice soft with concern. "I thought I hurt you.” 

You felt his heart racing against your chest as he scolded you.

The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin as you pressed closer to him. And as you found yourself between him and the pool’s walls, his body pressed close against yours, you couldn't ignore the sudden awareness of the closeness between you.

The way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the feel of his wet skin against yours, the way his arms held you securely - it all sent a shiver down your spine. 

As you returned to the hotel room, the exhaustion of all the swimming settled in, and you couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to just collapse onto the bed and succumb to the pull of sleep. 

"Hell, no. Be for real now," Byounggon was towel-drying his hair as he paced back and forth in the room before plopping on the bed. "We can't just waste the day sleeping! There's so much to see and do - waterfalls, hiking trails, beautiful beaches. We can't miss out on all of that!"

You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping onto the bed with a tired groan. "But I'm exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for a week. And besides, isn't the whole point of a vacation to relax and recharge?"

You continued to bicker back and forth, each stubbornly clinging to your own viewpoint, until you couldn't take it anymore. 

Straddling Byounggon, you leaned in close, trying to persuade him with your most convincing arguments.

"Come on, Goni," you pleaded, your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes with determination. "Let's just stay in for now, order some room service, and go for dinner later. We can explore tomorrow when we're feeling more refreshed."

But as you spoke, you failed to notice the shift in his demeanor - the way his breath hitched slightly, the way his eyes darkened with lust. And as you leaned in closer, trying to sway him with the warmth of your proximity, Byounggon's hands found their way to your hips, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. 

Byounggon couldn't help but stare at you. He had always found you beautiful, but he had never told you that. He didn't want to risk ruining the friendship. But seeing you on top of him like this, talking about your vacation plans and whatnot - it was too much for him to handle.

He tried to focus on whatever you were saying, but his mind was elsewhere. Down in his pants, to be exact, where he was getting extremely turned on by the feeling of your body pressed against his.

As you continued to ramble on, Byounggon's thoughts were consumed with images of the things he wished he’d do to you. 

Running his hands through your hair. 

Kissing your lips.

Holding you close. 

Fucking you silly.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “No, not really, no. I’ve told you not to do this”, he replied, his voice slightly strained.

You raised an eyebrow, confused “Do what? What's wrong? You’re being weird,” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

Byounggon took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.

He gently grabbed your hips,

“This…”,

then pressed you hard against his growing erection,

“is what's wrong." his voice was lower than what you were used to.

"You've been sitting on top of me for the past few minutes and I can't focus on anything but this,” he confessed, looking into your eyes.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt his hard member pressing against you. 

You had never noticed how much your own best friend turned you on, or you him.

After a moment of silence, Byounggon broke the tension, “I know. I shouldn't have done tha-”

You shushed him, placing a finger on his lips, “It's fine. We're both adults. And besides, i-it's just a natural reaction.”

You couldn't believe what you were saying, but the way your body was responding to his touch was too much to ignore. So, you did a test roll of your hips against his lap, causing him to suck in a breath.

“Don’t play with me.”, he warned.

But you kept grinding against him, feeling the heat building between you. Byounggon's hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in closer. Your heart raced as you felt his breath on your lips, the anticipation almost unbearable.

You parted your lips slightly, inviting him to close the distance, but he hesitated. 

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between desire and the fear of crossing a line with his best friend.

But you weren't about to let him pull away. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his, silently urging him to take the leap.

"Goni," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Don't overthink. Just go for it."

He hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all he found was a fierce determination, a longing that mirrored his own.

And then, finally, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a hesitant but passionate kiss.

It was intoxicating, filled with years of pent-up feelings and passion. You couldn't control the moan that escaped from your mouth as you ground your hips against Byounggon's, causing him to grip your waist tightly.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed wet ones along his jawline, your hands moving eagerly to rid him of his shirt, fingers tracing the contours of his chest. You tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside, your own following it soon after. 

Feeling emboldened, Byounggon leaned back, pulling you onto his chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hands roamed over your body, sending more shivers down your spine. You arched your back, unable to get enough of him as you pressed your body against his, feeling every inch of his skin.

You slipped a hand under Byounggon's waistband, your fingers grazing his throbbing length.

Byounggon pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. “Are you sure you want to do this?”  

“I want it. And I'm sure,” you replied, your hand now firmly gripping him.

That was all the confirmation Byounggon needed. He flipped you on your back, moving lower, biting and sucking on the skin of your neck, leaving marks, pressing kisses along your collarbone before reaching your breasts. 

He looked up at you. A lustful spark in his eyes. Then took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing, causing you to arch your back, letting out a soft moan.

Your hips bucked against his hand as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties, flicking his fingers over your clit.

Your moans grew louder as Byounggon removed them and spread your legs apart. He took a moment to admire you before leaning down and lightly licking your slit. 

Your fingers tightened in his hair as he continued to tease with his tongue.

But he wasn't satisfied with just teasing you. He wanted to taste you. Fully. 

He slipped his tongue inside, lapping up your wetness and causing you to let out a strangled cry. He moved his tongue in circles, teasing your walls before flicking over your sensitive spot.

You gripped at the sheets, your body writhing with pleasure. Byounggon's mouth was working wonders on you, and you could feel your orgasm building. But before you could let go, Byounggon pulled away, earning a frustrated whimper from you.

He climbed up your body, hovering over you with a smirk. “You taste so good,” he whispered before capturing your lips in a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on more.

He positioned himself up at your entrance. Teasing was, apparently, his thing. He slid only the head of his cock in and out, watching your reactions.

You moaned in frustration, “Please, just fuck me already.”

But he continued to slide just the tip in and out, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, “And if I just continue teasing you like this?”

"Fuck, please, for fuck's sake!" you breathed, craving him like your lungs craved oxygen.

After what seemed like an eternity, Byounggon finally pushed himself inside you, filling you completely. You both let out a moan, as he slowly moved in and out, savoring just how tight and wet you were for him.

He couldn't resist teasing you a little more, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. Your moans grew louder with each thrust, nails digging into Byounggon's back.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he picked up the pace and pounded into you, thrusting in and out with a force that made you gasp. 

He pulled back before plunging back in, setting a fast and rough pace. And as your moans filled the room, Byounggon couldn't resist wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you just enough to bring you to the edge again.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” You cried out as you reached your peak, your walls clenching around him.

“I’m not intending on stopping, love.”

He continued to pound into you, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.Your legs were shaking and your voice had turned hoarse from screaming, but you really didn't want him to stop. You wanted more.

“Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible.

He lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper, spreading you wider, plunging back inside. Harder.

“You want more, baby?” Byounggon growled, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. "Hm?"

You only nodded, your head spinning from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand reaching between your legs to rub your sensitive clit. Your moans were muffled by his mouth.

Byounggon could feel you getting close again and he wasn't far behind. He quickened his pace, his own moans joining yours. Your body tensed and you screamed out his name as you came, your walls milking him for all he was worth.

He collapsed on top of you, panting and covered in sweat. Byounggon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead.

“Best friends. Right?” Byounggon whispered with a smile.

“Oh, fuck you, Gon!” you laughed.

“Bet I did.”

a/n: this fanfic is purely fictional and solely for fun. the character(s) mentioned do not represent in any form or way the celebrity/ies, but merely using their name(s) and appearance! do not translate or repost. all rights reserved /© minhoskofi/

[siebear]

Beach Trip - Yoon Hyunsuk

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: sexual content 18+ (minors dni pls), cursing, alcohol consumption (every character mentioned is legal in this au), vomiting

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, non idol au, friends to lovers

Summary: You and your best friend Hyunsuk take a much needed vacation to Santa Cruz, California along with a few of your other friends (CIX). While staying in your shared beachside cabin, tensions grow between you and Hyunsuk, and the feelings you share can't be hidden any longer. Of course, not without a little drama.

Abbreviations: Y/N: Your Name, B/F/N: Best Friend's Name

(A/N: I felt as though there wasn't enough fanfic about CIX, so I wanted to write my own! This is my first time writing smut, so if it is awkward I apologize! Anyways, please enjoy this story)

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The day had finally come.

The beach trip with your closest friends that you had been anticipating for a while now was happening at last. It's very common for your friend group to create plans that never leave the group chat, but this time your self-designated “group leader” Byounggon was determined to make it happen. So, on a random weekday he suddenly sent a screenshot of a beachside Airbnb that he found in Santa Cruz, California to the chat and told everyone to venmo him ASAP so he could book it. Surprisingly, everyone was on board, and you were all able to come to an agreement on the dates for this vacation.

These past few months have been nothing but school, work, repeat, and you were so excited to break the seemingly never-ending cycle for summer vacation. In fact, you took an entire week off of work just for this three-day long adventure. Before you could even climb out of bed, you heard your phone buzz. You quickly unplugged it from its charger and read the message your phone displayed. It was from your best friend, Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk: i’ll be over in a few with my stuff

Y/N: i just woke up, can you give me like 10 mins?

Hyunsuk: …bruh

Hyunsuk: we’re supposed to leave in 30

Y/N: i know but i woke up late, pls give me like 10 minutes to get my stuff together

Hyunsuk: i’ll be over in 5

You sighed as you placed your phone back on your bedside table. There was no arguing with him and you knew that. As his best friend of over 15 years, you knew him well enough to not try to convince him once he had his mind set on something, as he was often extremely stubborn.

Sometimes, however, with the right tone of voice and pleading eyes, you could convince him to give into your demands. Unfortunately over text these methods don’t work on him, so you have to settle with what he wants for the time being. 

You finally got the motivation to get yourself out of bed and walked over to your closet to find something to wear. Since it was a long car ride, you decided to throw on something comfortable which just so happened to be a pair of black gym shorts and a hoodie with a black tank top underneath. Hyunsuk, being the gentleman that he is, offered to drive with the exception that you two took your car since you had more trunk space to which you happily agreed to. This gave you the opportunity to sleep on the way there, as you couldn’t deal with Hyunsuk yapping your ear off this early in the morning. 

You heard your parents downstairs talking to Hyunsuk, which made you speed run brushing your hair and teeth before quickly throwing those last minute items into your overnight bag. You then left your room with your car keys to go greet him and allow him to start loading his things into the vehicle, but the second you started walking down the stairs he turned to smile at you which made your heart…flutter? 

“Stop it”, you thought to yourself,  “He’s my friend…just my friend…”

You’ve been having these intrusive thoughts lately about him that make your cheeks flush red and give you the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You often wondered what life would be like if he was yours. You wanted to know what would it be like to be able to cuddle with him, kiss, and even more.

Sometimes these thoughts make you sick to your stomach, since you’ve known him since you two were in kindergarten. Lately, however, you haven’t been able to suppress these thoughts as they've been taking over your daydreams. You yearn for Hyunsuk, but you don’t know or even want to know if he yearns for you back. You refuse to ruin your friendship with him, as this is the most valuable thing in the world to you.

“Finally” Hyunsuk says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Shut the fuck up, it didn’t take me that long to get ready” you argued back while reaching the bottom of the stairs. Hyunsuk chuckled to himself and turned to your parents. 

“See what I have to deal with?” He said jokingly, which made your parents laugh but brought you to smack his arm lightly out of slight annoyance.

“You’re a weakling” He said, peering down at you. 

“I swear I will punch you next time” You stated, crossing your arms and looking back up at him with a smug smile on your face. 

“Don’t get too feisty now, we got a long car ride to go on together” Hyunsuk said back, which raised a huge sigh out of you. You were looking forward to being alone with him, but long car rides were not fun for you at all. Hyunsuk then took your keys from you and went to unlock your car so he could begin packing. You said goodbye to your parents as Hyunsuk came back inside to help grab your things from upstairs and load them into your trunk. 

“When will you be back?” Your mom asked, hugging you goodbye.

“I’ll be back in 3 days” You responded.

“Ok good, please be safe” your mom leaned in close to whisper to you 

“You know, I’m so glad you have a friend like Hyunsuk, he’ll be there to protect you”. You blushed slightly and looked down at the ground.

“I have my pepper spray mom”

“I know, but you know what I mean. He’s a good man Y/N, and he will be there for you”

“Mom please!” You whispered, but then you suddenly heard the trunk of the car slam shut which made you jolt a bit. Hyunsuk came running back inside to let you know that he was ready to go and that he was going to start the car. You said your final goodbyes and waved to your parents as you and Hyunsuk backed out of the driveway and took off towards your destination. 

The car ride was miserably long. Not even 20 minutes in you kicked your shoes off and placed your feet up on the dash, and to Hyunsuk’s annoyance you turned up the A/C since you liked it cold. However, you were grateful that he was driving and you didn’t ask to stop for snacks or a bathroom break unless it was necessary to stop for gas. You also were able to use your guilt tripping skills on Hyunsuk to get him to buy you a bag of chips and a soda at the gas station for you, but he secretly enjoyed doing that despite the fact that he seemed to act displeased when paying. 

After hours of being on the road you finally arrived at the beachside Airbnb. You gasped at the sight, as the scenery was even more beautiful in person. This house was two stories and on the side it had a stairway leading down to what looked like a private beach area. You looked back at Hyunsuk and pointed out all the little details you noticed as you pulled into the driveway and he smiled. Little did you know, Hyunsuk wasn’t smiling at the scenery. He was just happy that you were happy to be here, but he didn’t need you to know that.

As soon as you got out of the car you were greeted by your girl best friend, B/F/N. She gave you the biggest hug and almost picked you up off the ground out of pure excitement. You two haven’t seen each other in weeks due to conflicting work schedules. Luckily though, you were both understanding and still managed to text each other daily.

“Come on guys! Everyone is inside waiting for you!” B/F/N said in an excited tone. 

“I told you we’d be the last ones here Y/N!” Hyunsuk said. You rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s fine Hyunsuk, let’s go inside!” You said, leaving him to grab the bags from the trunk as you walked towards the front door with B/F/N.

“Oh, before we go inside, I need to tell you something” B/F/N said, her tone changing to be slightly serious. 

“What did Jinyoung finally propose to you?” You asked.

“No! Not yet anyways…but it’s about the bedroom arrangement” She said. You looked at her confused. 

“What do you mean? Is my bedroom not the one upstairs anymore?” You asked. 

“So, um, please don’t get mad, but the listing had the wrong number of bedrooms…” She trailed off.

“What do you mean?” You repeated yourself.

“Well…come on I’ll just show you” She took your arm and led you inside and towards a room on the downstairs floor. You briefly waved at the four boys who were sitting in the living room playing a card game before being dragged away down a hallway. Once you got to the room she opened it and showed you inside. 

“Is this my room?” You asked, confused as to why this would be a problem.

“Yeah…and Hyunsuk’s…” 

“What?” You were getting annoyed at her dodging the questions you’ve been asking. 

“So basically, me and Jinyoung are sharing a room while BX and Seunghun share a room, and Yonghee is taking the room that has the twin bed because he wants to be alone, so this is the only room left for you and Hyunsuk and we figured you guys would be ok if you took the room with the bigger bed while Yonghee took the smaller bed” B/F/N said, almost out of breath by the end of her tangent.

The realization hit you like a bullet to the chest, your stomach dropping as if you were on some intense roller coaster ride. What kind of cliche fanfiction trope is this?

“Oh so you mean me and Hyunsuk have to…share the bed…okay…” You said slowly. 

“Please don’t be mad! Besides from what you’ve been telling me I thought you would love this–” You quickly shushed her by putting your hand over her mouth as you heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The door swung open to reveal a very tired looking Hyunsuk carrying your overnight bags. His eyes widened as he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“Is this the room?” He asked, his eyes darting between you and your best friend. 

“Yep this is it! I will leave you guys to get settled, bye!” B/F/N said awkwardly before scurrying out of the room and slamming the door shut. 

“I guess the Airbnb had the wrong number of rooms listed…” you trailed off before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Hyunsuk came to sit next to you, as he needed a bit of rest from the car ride.

“Are you ok with this?” He asked. You were surprised at the question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked back. He shrugged.

“I don’t know, we’ve just never slept in a bed together. If it makes you more comfortable I can sleep on the floor or on the couch or something” He said. You shook your head.

“No no it’s fine, I truly don’t mind, as long as you don’t either” You said back. He smiled at you, which made your cheeks turn a slight pink. 

“I don’t mind at all,” He said. He suddenly stood up and started looking around, trying to figure out how to arrange all of your things. 

“At least we have our own bathroom in here” He said. Then your phone buzzed, it was a text in the groupchat from Yonghee telling everyone to get their swimsuits on and meet him in the hot tub on the back deck. You relayed the message to Hyunsuk, and you both took turns changing before meeting the others outside.

After weeks of not seeing them, you forgot how much fun hanging out with your friends was. After popping open a few cans of alcoholic seltzers and sharing a bottle of vodka with the others you were having the time of your life, as you were already wasted by 10pm playing a game of drunk truth or dare with the others while still in the hot tub. After Yonghee started pouting for being dared to scream the word “penis” for the third time it was your turn to finally ask Hyunsuk the question. 

“Sukkie...truth or dare” you giggled. Sukkie was the nickname you gave him in private, but now your friends know, as you can’t stop calling him that in your drunken state. Your friends started chanting the word dare, and he got visibly annoyed with them.

“Okay fuck I’ll chose dare!” He exclaimed. 

“I dare you…to shotgun another seltzer with me” You said, not being able to contain your laughter. He looked at you concerned, as well as the others. You were already far ahead of them as you made it your mission to get wasted tonight. 

“I don’t know Y/N, you’re already pretty drunk,” Hyunsuk replied.

“Pleaseeeeee sukkie it’ll be soooooo much fun!!” You begged. He sighed and got out of the hot tub to grab two seltzer cans. You followed him and watched as he popped open the bottle with a key, a sight that you never thought could turn you on, but it did. He handed you the can and you both counted down from 3 before popping the tab and beginning to shotgun. He beat you easily, as you were still trying to down the cool carbonated liquid as it burned your throat. After you finished, you instantly knew that was a mistake as your stomach couldn’t handle it anymore.

Before you knew it, you told everyone you’d be right back and then rushed inside to your room as you couldn’t fight the urge to throw up. 

Unfortunately you were stuck in the bathroom for a minute. Hyunsuk noticed you were gone for a while and went to check on you, where he found you in the bathroom vomiting for the third time in a row. He looked visibly worried as he kneeled down beside you to hold your hair back while you let out yet another one. 

“I”m so sorry…I know this is gross,” You said, feeling yourself begin to become sober again. 

“It’s ok, you can let it out, I’m here for you no matter what. Besides, you helped me through my last hangover. It’s the least I can do” Hyunsuk said with a smile, but you could tell through his eyes that he was concerned for you.

“I think I just need to lay down now” You said, trying to stand on your own but failing. Hyunsuk quickly picked you up and carried you, gently laying you down on the bed making sure to lay you on your side.

“Don’t move ok? I’m going to grab you some water” He said before rushing out the door. 

You couldn’t help but start to doze off as you heard him telling your other friends that you got sick, but you didn’t mind that they knew. Before Hyunsuk came back, you ended up falling asleep. He entered the room with your water and couldn’t help but smile to himself as he heard the soft snores coming from your side of the bed. He set the glass of water down on the nightstand next to you and brushed his hand over your face, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

At that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss your forehead and then cuddle up to you in bed. However, he knew that he couldn’t do that. After all, you two were just friends, and he didn’t want to ruin it. He climbed into bed next to you before turning away to resist the urge to spoon his best friend, and after thinking about how pretty you were to him, he was able to fall asleep as well. 

You woke up with a pounding headache, looking to your side you reached over to your nightstand to chug the water Hyunsuk left there for you. Your sudden rise to sit up made Hyunsuk wake up, thinking you needed to throw up again.

“Sorry sukkie, I didn’t mean to wake you up” You said.

“It’s ok Y/N, you just had me worried for a second.” He responded before laying back down on his side and falling back to sleep. You were desperate to get rid of that awful headache, so you climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to search for some medicine. You discovered Seunghun making himself a bowl of cereal in nothing but plaid pajama pants on. 

“Seunghun jumpscare warning next time please!” You joked as you pretended to shield your eyes from his naked upper half. You couldn’t lie, he looked good, but you currently had your eyes on someone else. 

“Wow, that was rude!” Seunghun said, not being able to hide his laughter. 

“Don’t worry I was kidding!” You defended yourself.

“How are you feeling?” Seunghun asked you.

“Not great, I have a really bad headache that’s not going away. I already chugged some water but it’s still here” You responded, rubbing the side of your head. 

“I think B/F/N might have some medicine, you should go ask her. I saw her take something this morning” Seunghun responded as he took a bite of his cereal. 

“Will do, thanks Seunghun!” you said before heading up the stairs to B/F/N and Jinyoung’s room. After interrogating your friend as to why she suddenly has a bunch of hickeys on her chest, she finally forked over some advil for you to take. After you took the pills, she whispered to you.

“You know, Hyunsuk was really worried about you last night” 

“Really?” You asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, I mean we were all worried, but he was restless when you left to go to the bathroom and needed to check on you as soon as he could. Also, when he came to get you water last night, he told us he was going to stop drinking with us so he could lay in bed with you to make sure you were ok” She responded with a smile on her face.

“I guess I am lucky to have a friend like him, huh?” You say nonchalantly. This caused your friend to smack you lighty on the arm.

“Girl I think he wants you, and not in the friend way,” she said. You started blushing again.

“I really don’t think so,” You denied it. Although, that is the only thing that you want right now.

“Whatever, just pay attention to how he looks at you today. He definitely sees you as more than a friend,” B/F/N responded. You shook your head before walking back downstairs towards your room. 

“Does he really see me as more than a friend?” You couldn’t help but wonder. You didn’t want to let your friend give you false hope, but you wanted to believe it so bad.

Today you and your friends decided to go to the Santa Cruz beach boardwalk, so you all piled in your car and headed towards the boardwalk together. After you park your friend group immediately split up as Seunghun, Yonghee, and Byounggon wanted to go on rides while Jinyoung and B/F/N wanted to lay on the beach. Hyunsuk decided he was hungry, so the two of you go to the food area and buy him a burger while you got a corndog.

Unfortunately, Hyunsuk couldn’t help it when his mind started to wander while he watched you eat, and he couldn’t help the growing bulge in his pants either. It also wasn’t his fault that you decided to wear short denim shorts and a crop top that very well showed your cleavage to him. You may or may not have done that on purpose. This outfit left a lot up to his imagination, and he couldn’t stop himself from picturing what it would be like to be inside of you at the moment. 

“H-how’s the food?” He stuttered, trying to take his mind off of how good you looked right now. 

“It’s so good, do you want a bite?” You offer him your corn dog, but he refuses. 

“No I’m good I have my burger,” he says quickly while shoving another bite in his mouth.

“Are you ok? You’ve been acting weird since we got here” You asked him, genuinely concerned.

“Yep I’m fine! Let's go play some games or something” He said, finishing his burger and getting up to throw the trash away. You followed him, but almost got lost in the sea of people trying to keep up with him. He noticed you were trailing behind and grabbed your hand to pull you next to him. You started to get butterflies in your stomach with the realization you guys were holding hands, but Hyunsuk was trying to get the image of him fucking you in that outfit out of his head. 

He thought the arcade would help, but it actually did the opposite. You pulled Hyunsuk towards one of your favorite games which happened to be crossy road. The way you bent over to focus on the game drove him up a wall. He almost said screw it and bent you over the machine to fuck you from behind, but of course he couldn’t. He did not want to get arrested today. Instead, he began to separate himself from you and focus on games he wanted to play such as first person shooters. He found a zombie one that he liked and played it until his little problem started to die down.

He didn’t realize how much time passed until you approached him and asked him if it was ok if you guys went on a few rides now. He apologized for taking so long and you two left the arcade, but you were sad because this time he didn’t grab your hand. 

You two found yourselves in line for the log ride, and you were so excited because you haven’t been on a water ride in a long time. Your turn came and went, and by the end you were soaked because not only did the ride splash you, but Yonghee and Byounggon decided to be assholes and pay for the water guns at the end of the ride to spray you guys even more. It wasn’t until after the ride that Hyunsuk realized he made yet another mistake and allowed you to get your clothes wet in front of him. All he wanted was to rip the clothes off of you at this point, and he couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“Can we go now?” Hyunsuk suddenly asked as the five of you were walking to meet back up with Jinyoung and B/F/N.

“What? But it’s only been a few hours” Yonghee whined. 

“Please? I’m tired” Hyunsuk snapped back at him.

“What made you tired? All we did was play arcade games and stand in lines” You said, slightly irritated at the fact that he already wanted to leave. 

“I’m just tired, ok? I drove you yesterday while you got to sleep in the passenger seat” He said back. You did not like his tone. 

“Why is it my fault? You offered to drive,” You argued back. Hyunsuk was starting to get even more turned on, but he decided he couldn’t be here any longer with his little problem. 

“Whatever, I’m just going to uber home” He says and then starts speed walking away. Everyone started to call his name but he disappeared into the crowd. You were visibly upset by this, and Seunghun started to pat your back gently.

“It’s ok Y/N, whatever it is I’m sure it’s not your fault” He said trying to comfort you.

“I hope it’s not” You say, tears starting to form in your eyes. Byounggon noticed and offered to take you on more rides which cheered you up. While you were in line for a rollercoaster, Byounggon realized he hadn’t taken any photos on this trip yet so he whipped out his phone and took a selfie of you and him to post on his instagram story. You stood on your tippy toes and rested your chin on his shoulder for the picture, thinking nothing of it at the time. He then put his phone away so you guys could get onto the ride.

Back at the Airbnb, Hyunsuk saw the photo. He thought you two were too close for his liking, and he got mad. He was so upset that he almost threw his phone at the wall, but he opted to set it down instead. He paced around the room anxiously. He wanted to get back at you, but he didn’t know how. All he wanted was for you to be his, but in his angry mind he thought you wanted to be with Byounggon. Suddenly he picked up his phone and started downloading an app that he hasn’t used in a long time: tinder. He decided that if he couldn’t have you, the best thing to do right now would be to fuck some other girl so he could get his mind off of you.

You finally returned to the house with the others after having an amazing time at the boardwalk, you almost forgot about Hyunsuk’s little fit and went to the bedroom to tell him all about it. You walked in and suddenly felt your heart sink as you saw Hyunsuk putting his shoes on. 

“Hey Hyunsuk, what’re ya doin?” You asked, trying to joke around. He didn’t even look up at you.

“I’m going out. I’ll be back later,” He replied coldly. Your heart sank even more.

“Where are you going? Can I come?” You asked. He snapped his head up and shot you a dirty look.

“No you can’t come with me, it’s none of your business” he says while tying his laces.

“How come? You can tell me I promise I won’t judge” you pleaded. 

“I said NO Y/N,” he raised his voice at you. You were taken aback by his tone. 

“Oh…” you said quietly. That’s all you could manage to get out. Hyunsuk’s phone then buzzed with a message, and you saw it was from tinder. Suddenly every hope you had of being with him was gone, and you almost burst into tears. But you couldn’t let Hyunsuk see you like that, so you held it in. Once he finished putting his shoes on he stood up and walked past you towards the door, but before he left you managed to get one sentence out.

“Have fun fucking some random bitch” you said in the most monotone voice you could manage. You didn’t like how you said it, but you didn’t care. Hyunsuk hurt your feelings and you wanted to hurt him back. 

“I will, and you have fun fucking Byounggon tonight” he said, slamming the bedroom door shut. 

“Wait what?” you asked yourself. You then realized what he said, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. You then realized that he was referring to the photo that you and Byounggon took, and upon further inspection it did look slightly like a couple photo. You messed up, but he had the wrong idea. By the time you realized where the miscommunication was, Hyunsuk already left in your car, which made you even more upset. You tried calling him, but he kept declining. All you could do was cry as the others comforted you in the living room. They kept telling you it wasn’t your fault, and Byounggon felt especially guilty. He tried calling Hyunsuk as well, but it was no use. You assured him that it wasn’t his fault. 

After about 20 minutes of trying to contact him, everyone gave up and decided to head to their rooms for the night. They all told you that if you needed anything at all then to come find them, and you just nodded your head and tried wiping away tears but they kept coming. You sent one last long text to Hyunsuk explaining the situation and telling him this was all a big misunderstanding before putting your phone back in your pocket and silencing the ringer. 

Once everyone went to their rooms, you decided you needed a breath of fresh air, so you got some new clothes on, grabbed a blanket, and walked down to the private beach area. You laid the blanket down and curled into a ball on it. You couldn’t help but start crying again. You wondered why Hyunsuk was acting like he hated you suddenly, and why he didn’t want to hear your explanation. Once you felt like you cried enough, you sat up and stared at the sea. Watching the waves crash on the shore was almost therapeutic for you, and it helped calm you down. 

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Then, that same presence sat beside you on your blanket. You kept your gaze on the ocean’s waves in front of you, but you knew that the person who joined you was Hyunsuk. You couldn’t even look at him after what happened tonight. He made you feel so ashamed of yourself. However, he knew you were upset with him, so you two sat together on the beach in silence for what felt like hours before you decided to break it. 

“How was she?” you asked. It probably wasn’t the right question to ask, but you couldn’t help it. 

“I didn’t go,” Hyunsuk said firmly. 

“What made you change your mind?” You asked, not fully believing him. He was gone for an hour after all.

“I parked in an empty parking lot and did some thinking, I realized what I was doing was stupid” He said.

“Yeah, it was stupid” you scoffed. 

“Especially because you took my car, asshole”

“It was, and I’m sorry,” Hyunsuk said. 

“I appreciate your apology, but I need an explanation” You said to him. He sighed, but agreed to tell you. 

“Like I said, it was a bad decision. I wanted to get back at you for that photo Byounggon posted. I thought you made him post it to make me jealous and-”

“Wait make you jealous? I don’t understand” you cut him off.

“I thought you were trying to make me feel bad for leaving the boardwalk early, so I was upset with the post,” Hyunsuk said quietly. 

“You know I’d never do something like that Sukkie, you’re an idiot for thinking I would do that to you. Also, Byounggon would never agree to that” you said.

“I know, and I’m truly sorry for assuming the worst,” Hyunsuk said sadly. 

“But can you tell me why you left the boardwalk? You seemed fine at first, none of us understood why you left,” You said. He clearly didn’t want to tell you, but you begged him.

“Please, Sukkie, be honest with me. You’re my best friend, you can tell me anything” you said. 

“I just…don’t want to ruin our friendship,” he said. Your stomach dropped when hearing those words.

“You won’t, I pinky swear. You can tell me anything. Please?” You pleaded with him. 

“Ok fine...it was because of you,” he said bluntly.

“Because of me? Was I being annoying?” you asked, your feelings hurt. You could feel the tears in your eyes forming again.

“No, you weren’t being annoying at all. This is so hard for me to explain, Y/N. I left because…I liked your outfit a lot. I liked your outfit too much, if you get what I’m saying. I got…um…excited,” He said while looking down, slightly embarrassed by his choice of words. 

“Oh…OH!” You exclaimed as the realization hit you.

“Will you relax?” He said, already feeling slightly humiliated.

“I just want you to know i’m not judging you Hyunsuk, sometimes we can’t control how we feel and I didn’t mean to make you feel that way” you said, stuttering like crazy. But secretly, you did. You knew what you were doing when you put that outfit on, and now you’re feeling some form of satisfaction knowing you got a rise out of Hyunsuk.

“It’s ok, you can’t help how sexy you are,” Hyunsuk said. Your mouth hung open, you couldn’t believe your best friend just called you sexy. You turned to face him, the moonlight casting the perfect lighting onto his already flawless face. At this moment, his lips have never looked so kissable to you before. 

He turned to look at you too, and it was like a switch flipped. He was no longer afraid of ruining your friendship, he needed you more than anything at that moment. He closed the distance between you and pressed his soft lips against yours. You sighed of relief and closed your eyes, as you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. After a few seconds, you pulled away to look at him again. 

“Sukkie, I-I don’t know what to say. I’m so happy right now” You said 

“Y/N…I need you to know that I’ve loved you for years. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship by confessing prematurely. I wanted to make sure you liked me first, that’s why when Byounggon posted that photo it crushed me. I just wanted to have you to myself and I thought I lost you” Hyunsuk confessed. 

“Hyunsuk, I love you too. I always have and I always will. You’re still my best friend no matter what, but I think I want to be more than just friends with you” You said. Hyunsuk smiled at you before leaning in to kiss you again. This time, however, it was a little more passionate. His tongue grazed your lips as you opened your mouth a little wider, allowing for his tongue to enter your mouth. He brought his hands up to your neck, pulling you even closer to him. He broke the kiss and started to trail down your neck. The sensation of his warm mouth on your sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine, and you wanted more. He returned to your mouth and you kissed him for a while longer before you noticed the growing bulge in his pants, and the growing heat in yours. 

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Hyunsuk whispered. You nodded and quickly stood up from the ground and grabbed the blanket, signaling for him to get off before you picked it up and folded it. You two then ran back to the house, hand in hand, anxious to be close together again. 

Once you reached the bedroom it was as if every care you had in the world was gone. Hyunsuk shut the door behind him and you two were once again kissing, this time faster and more aggressive. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed your body against the wall. He yet again slipped his tongue in your mouth, which made you whimper. You grabbed him by the hair and somehow managed to pull him even closer than he already was.

His fingers found his way up your shirt, and he started to feel your breasts between the fabric of your bra. This action made you moan into his mouth. You couldn’t help but rock your hips against his due to his touch, and that’s when you noticed his hard on pressing against you. He pulled back from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva still connecting the two of you. He then picked you up and placed you on the bed in a seated position. 

“I want to please you, tell me what you want me to do to you,” Hyunsuk said, looking down at you. 

“Hyunsuk…please just touch me” you say desperately, clenching your legs together as you were slightly embarrassed about the wetness that has already accumulated for him.

“Just wait baby, I’ll get to that” he said. Hyunsuk decided he wanted to move as slow as possible to relish every moment he had with you.

He kneeled on the ground in front of you then slipped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and slid them down your legs. You threw your shirt off for him as the material became unbearable in the heat of the moment. He looked you up and down, admiring your natural beauty that was displayed before him. He knew you couldn’t wait any longer for him, so he then put two fingers in your mouth and demanded for you to suck on them, to which you happily listened. This sight made him twitch with anticipation, as he couldn’t wait to make you feel good.

After his fingers were coated in your saliva he slowly entered one finger into your gaping hole that was just begging to be touched. The sound you made was unholy, as you whipped your head back from the instant pleasure. He easily slipped in the second finger because of how soaked you were, and he started working at a pace to stretch you in preparation for later. You became a moaning mess and fully fell backwards onto the bed as you couldn’t sit up anymore. As much as you wanted to watch him finger you, he was doing it so well that it made you almost pass out from bliss and you couldn’t help but throw your head back again. He rammed his fingers into your g-spot over and over again as you hissed out profanities from all the pleasure he was providing.

“You’re so fucking hot” Hyunsuk whispered before sticking his tongue out and circling it around your clit. He then started to move his fingers in and out of you faster while trying to work his tongue at the same speed. This caused you to start seeing white as it felt so amazing. You never realized Hyunsuk could make you cum by just his fingers, as no other man has ever come close to making you feel this good. You started to buck your hips against his working tongue, and you were on the verge of climaxing. 

“Hyunsuk…I-I’m gonna…I might-” 

Hyunsuk then pulled his fingers out abruptly, the brief absence of his touch made you feel empty. He didn’t want you to cum just yet. He stood up and then made you sit up. 

“Before I continue, I need to know what it’s like to have your lips around my cock” he said. You didn’t even need to be asked twice. As soon as he said those words you lunged forward to unzip and pull his pants down. To your surprise, Hyunsuk was big. Bigger than you expected, but you didn’t care. You didn’t hesitate to put his dick in your mouth before beginning to suck on it.

He dug his fingers into your hair and pulled your head back to look up at him. You continued to go up and down on his length until you felt him begin to twitch. You started licking the tip and around the base until you felt him throbbing. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to fuck the shit out of you. Before you could finish sucking him off, Hyunsuk pushed you back to lay down before climbing on top of you. 

“Is this ok baby?” He asked, lining his dick up by the entrance. The sudden nickname made you smile.

“Hyunsuk if you don’t fuck me right now I think I’m actually going to die” you said back. He chuckled a bit before starting to push his cock into your entrance. You moaned louder than expected at this, but you didn’t care. He was so big that it hurt you, and you’ve had sex before. Once he got it all the way in, the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure due to how turned on you were. He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep passionate kiss before beginning to thrust into you. He felt your walls clench as he moved his cock in and out of your slick folds, which only turned him on even more. You couldn’t help yourself and began to dig your nails deep into his back muscles creating bright red scratch marks. 

“Y/N, ahhh…fuck…you’re so good…” He said between thrusts. You couldn’t believe you were making your best friend moan like this, but it brought you a lot of satisfaction. He continued to buck his hips into yours, moving faster and faster as he gently held your waist down onto the bed. He then started to slow down, and you whimpered as you wanted him to continue going at the fast pace. You didn’t want this moment to be over already.

“Can you flip around for me baby? I want to fuck you from behind” Hyunsuk said. You nodded at him and gladly turned over onto your stomach, your bare ass completely exposed to him. 

“I know I said this already, but you are so sexy Y/N, '' Hyunsuk said as he placed his huge hands on your ass and gave it a light smack. He then pulled you back towards him by your hips and went to kneel behind you on the bed, positioning is cock yet again at your entrance. He wasted no time slipping it in this time, as you were already prepped. The sudden penetration made you yelp slightly.

“Are you okay darling, did I go too fast?” Hyunsuk asked, sounding worried.

“No it’s ok! I just didn’t expect it, but please keep going” You responded with desperation in your voice. He nodded and started to push deeper into you before pulling out and re-entering again. You could barely handle this motion as he was so large it made you weak. Hyunsuk then started a fast steady pace thrusting in and out of your hole that had you panting and yearning for more. Your walls started to clench even tighter as you could feel yourself yet again building up to your climax. You turned to look at him, and seeing him clenching his jaw while focusing on fucking you was all you needed to finish. 

“Hyunsuk, I’m going to cum” you almost yelled. Hyunsuk was also close, he increased his speed and started to thrust extremely sloppy as all he wanted was for you and him to cum together. He leaned down and kissed you wherever his mouth could reach and you attempted to kiss him back, only grazing his lips with the corner of your mouth. Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore, and your body trembled as the feeling of your orgasm overtook you. This sight made Hyunsuk thrust into you one last time before he finished inside you. The hot sensation of his cum made you feel weak, and when he fully pulled his cock out he left a small trail on the bed sheets.

You fell flat onto the bed to rest as Hyunsuk quickly went to the bathroom to grab a towel and clean you up. Once he returned he tried rubbing the cum out of the sheets, but only made it worse.

“Shit, sorry Y/N I meant to pull out and cum on your back but…I couldn’t help it” He said sheepishly. You chuckled at his ridiculous apology.

“It’s fine Sukkie, I appreciate the effort. Let’s just get some new bed sheets to sleep on…and we’ll hunt for some plan b tomorrow” You suggested, standing up and walking to the closet where you luckily found spare sheets to put on. After remaking the bed, your body felt so tired that you couldn’t even bring yourself to go to the bathroom to get ready to sleep. Instead, you plopped down onto your side of the bed. Hyunsuk followed and draped his arm around you, pulling you in closer towards his warm exposed chest. You rested your head on his side, as you couldn’t believe that just happened. 

“So…is our friendship over?” Hyunsuk asked quietly. 

“I think so,” You said, leaning up to kiss him quickly on the lips. 

“I think we have a different kind of relationship now,”

You took his hand in yours. Hyunsuk had a huge grin on his face, he was so excited to start a new chapter in his life with you.

“Y/N, I would love for you to be my girlfriend. Of course, you’ll always be my best friend, but I think girlfriend is a more fitting title now” Hyunsuk said. 

“And I would love for you to be my boyfriend” You said back. You threw your arm over his body as you snuggled in close to him, smelling his cologne as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, ready for sleep to overtake you. 

“I love you, Y/N” Hyunsuk said before shutting his eyes.

“I love you, Hyunsuk” You said back, drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

THE END

[restlessmaknae]

came the light // lee byounggon [bx]

As a princess in exile with a bad reputation, you can't understand why Byounggon would want to spend time with you, but there's no stopping him, let alone the feelings that he evokes in you.

➳ Characters: magical medic!Byounggon x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: romance, fantasy, magical realism, kingdom au, angst, fluff

➳ Words: 10.2k

➳ Warning: mentions of fire, having a fever, arranged marriages, a prince grabs reader by the wrist without permission

➳ Spotify playlist (title is taken from 'Here For You' by CIX)

➳ A/N: This story had the third most votes in my recent poll, so I hope it lives up to your expectations. 🥰 It can be read on its own or with Seunghun's or Jinyoung's stories which also take place in this universe. ❤️

➳ CIX taglist: @wccycc, @dat-town, @tsunchani, @s00buwu

You were 18 years old when your parents first tried to wed you off to a prince, but his timid self stood no chance against someone like you - someone whose words were like knives aimed perfectly at his heart, cutting into his insecurities and weaknesses. The wedding proposal was called off right after your first encounter with him.

You were 20 years old when your parents tried to wed you off to a prince from a different kingdom, hoping that the rumours about you that had spread over the years died down enough to not scare his family away. You might have spoken with knives, but Prince Sangdo didn’t obey any rules, he overruled them. Even if you asked him to keep his distance - to respect your privacy -, he didn’t listen to you. A week before the wedding was supposed to happen, he visited the palace, he visited you in your chambers uninvited, and what happened afterwards put an end to this wedding as well.

You didn’t regret it one bit - in fact, you wished Prince Sangdo could have rotted in a faraway place -, but it was you who was sent far away from your kingdom, from the cages of the palace where you had grown up. You were sent to Medicalia - the kingdom where some people possessed magical healing powers. Magical medicine was mostly used on the members of the Medicalia royal court including the royal family and the royal army, plus magical creatures that lived in the woods or in the mountains - such as fairies, unicorns and werewolves - or serving the kingdom - such as dragons guarding the palace. Magical medicine was also extremely rare since only magic practitioners could deal with it because they were the ones born with the ability to tame magic, but even they needed thorough practice and extensive training to be able to make use of their abilities to their full potential.

At least, that’s what you were told when you were ordered to pack up and leave after an exchange of letters between the two kingdoms. The magic in your kingdom - Animalia - lied in the ability to tame and speak to animals, and that’s exactly why most kingdoms were always indebted to you. You sent people to other kingdoms to tame their animals - such as the dragons guarding the royal palaces and the unicorns that had an excellent smell to detect magical plants - you shared your magic with them whereas it was extremely rare for other kingdoms to share their magic with others. For instance, Medicalia reserved their magical medics for the royal court while Naturalia boosted the magic of nature, and the trading of their magical plants was limited to their kingdom only.

That’s why it was ridiculously easy to send you into exile in another kingdom, and the only thing your father - the King - said before leaving was to not make more trouble. You were sent off in a carriage with a coachman and a servant, not even a royal guard was sent with you. Then again, what could they possibly guard? You weren’t worth their protection, for sure. You didn’t need to be told that you were only one mistake away from being disowned by your own parents since you were an asset, nothing else. A strategic move, the key to a strengthened connection between kingdoms and a woman forced into producing heirs.

The carriage suddenly came to a halt, but since the curtains were closed, you couldn’t peek outside. Based on the coachman’s muffled conversation from outside, you had a feeling that you were about to go through the gates of Medicalia’s royal court as it was around time you arrived.

A few minutes later, the carriage stopped again, but this time, there was a thud as the coachman got off the carriage and opened the door. He reached his hand out to help you down before doing the same for the servant girl they sent with you.

“They have sent word that we arrived, so they will be here soon to guide you to your… new home,” the elderly man laughed nervously after he stumbled upon the word. Indeed, what could he call it? Home? Runaway hideout? Prison?

You could feel the curious eyes on you as you stood there with the coachman and the servant girl in front of the carriage with your kingdom’s symbol painted over it, waiting for someone to show you to your place. Even though it was kept secret why you were coming here in the first place, you knew that these things didn’t stay a secret for long - at least, not in your kingdom.

“Is she the princess from Animalia?”

“She looks younger than I thought.”

“Is it true that she nearly killed a prince?”

You looked the woman in the eye who asked the last question, and she immediately sealed her lips, grabbing the arm of the woman beside her and turning around to go in the opposite direction. Your gaze didn’t waver, you looked straight into the wandering eyes of the strangers - court ladies, soldiers and servants passing by - with your chin up high. You only seemed weak when you let it show, and you didn’t let it show.

Most, if not all, people looked away when you caught their eyes, and it was almost amusing how they scampered away when they realised that you heard them. So naive of them to assume that you shut not just your ears but your eyes to the rumours around you.

There was one particular boy - a young man probably around your age - who stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of you, squinting his eyes at you. You looked back at him, taking in the messy midnight locks that stuck to his forehead, his sharp jawline that was in contrast to the bright, gentle edge to his almond-shaped eyes, his plump lips that failed to curl into a disapproving line like most people’s who caught your eyes. He wore a burgundy-black tunic that seemed to match the ones others were wearing around you, but it seemed more practical with its bat-wing sleeves than elegant, so you had a feeling that he wasn’t of royalty.

You tilted your head, still keeping the eye-contact, and that’s when he looked away as if he was suddenly reminded of why he was passing by, and started running again. You furrowed your eyebrows in question. What was that about?

You shook your head as a court lady came up to you to assist you with your baggage and show you to your place. You had a medium-sized room to yourself in the court with a bathroom attached to it, the rooms on your end still unoccupied and waiting for possible future guests, except for the one that they reserved for the servant girl who came with you. You were told that the Queen would welcome you the following day, and the same court lady who escorted you would bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner from the royal court kitchen, you wouldn’t need to fetch it yourself.

You thanked the young woman with a bow and a polite smile, and you saw surprise flash across her orbs as she let you settle into your new room. You didn’t ponder over the change in her expression for long, you were used to it after all. The cautious glances in your direction, the nasty gossip behind your back, and the sugarcoated words to coax you into a favour.

Too bad you weren’t one to play the dumb and ignore it all, you stood up for yourself, but that’s exactly what your parents disapproved of, that’s exactly why you were here.

Days passed by, and you seemed to fall into a routine in the meantime. In the morning, you would go for a walk in the garden of the royal court, sitting by the pond as the sun rose on the horizon, breaking the plain surface of the water into many different colours of ripe orange, rose-gold and wild apple-red. The court was tranquil at this time around, and that’s exactly what you needed. Apart from the kitchen staff who woke up early to prepare breakfast, others weren’t up around this time, so you didn’t need to bear more curious glances and more nasty accusations.

After your morning stroll, you would head back to your room, have breakfast, then read until lunchtime. Afternoon was served for whatever purpose the palace had for you: the day after you arrived, you met the Queen, after that, you met Princess Jinhee, on the third day, you were shown to the library of the court (a smaller version of what the royal family had at the palace, but nevertheless as impressive), and today, you were on your way to meet with the ladies who took care of handiwork including embroidery, sewing and tailoring.

The Queen said that these first few days will be about showing you around the court, so you knew whom to ask in need of assistance, and so that the court members could become familiar with you. You didn’t ask whether it was to dissuade their gossip or not, but you didn’t need to know that. After all, it was a wise suggestion on her part, and it wasn’t something you had complaints about. Here, you could freely roam around (with your servants following you if needed), you could spend time reading and painting in your room, and no one would ask you why. Here, you could bathe and clean yourself, you could choose and put on your clothes yourself, you didn’t need others to do it for you. Here, you could eat whatever they offered you, your meals didn’t go through your mother’s restricting wishes.

This day too, you were followed by Huisoo - the servant girl who came from Animalia with you - and Sieun showed the way - the servant girl who was appointed to you in Medicalia - as always, but as you turned a corner, the young man with the squinted eyes from last time halted beside you, his mouth forming a big ‘O’ as he caught sight of you.

“Are you the princess from Animalia?” He asked enthusiastically, and if you didn’t know any better, you would assume that he had heard only good things about you before.

When you nodded, still cautiously watching out for the change in his body language, his lips curled into a smile, the kind that made his eyes disappear. Then, he put his hands on his abdomen before bowing in a 90 degree angle towards you. 

“My name is Lee Byounggon. I work as a magical medic for the royal family, so if you need any assistance magical medicine-wise, do not hesitate to ask for me,” he introduced himself when he straightened his back, the smile not fading from his lips. Despite his otherwise sharp and cold features from the day you had gotten here, he seemed gentle and warm now. The way he approached you also showed that he wasn’t one of those court members who passed by you as quickly as possible, he introduced himself head-on. He was the first one to do so which made you question:

“Aren’t you scared of me? You must have heard the rumours.”

Byounggon either didn’t seem fazed by your question or he was prepared for it because his facial expressions didn’t change. He was also really easy to read, something that you had not been so used to since so many in the royal circles put on facades to hide behind including you.

“You know… I have a special ability,” the magical medic took one tiny step towards you as if he was about to tell a secret. “I can see into people’s souls through their eyes,” he added with a smile, but you merely rolled your eyes. Even though you were not born and raised here, you knew that such magic didn’t exist here or anywhere else for that matter.

Byounggon also sensed that you didn’t believe him in the slightest because he burst into laughter in the next second, and only when he composed himself, did he continue.

“I’m just kidding, but really… you don’t look like you wanted to hurt that prince, not on purpose for sure,” he explained rather candidly, and you didn’t feel like he was lying. Lies could be covered up with smiles, laughs, sarcasm, diverting the topic or simply escaping the situation, but he… he didn’t look like he was telling a fib.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you pointed out rather coldly nevertheless, your tone intended to lash out at him.

“That’s exactly why I don’t believe the rumours. Why should I judge you when I don’t know you?”

You weren’t one to get surprised, but this did take you aback. The way he said it so unwaveringly was new, unfamiliar. You weren’t used to it, especially not after what had happened to Prince Sangdo. Byounggon didn’t seem like he had ulterior motives to be trusting you like that, but you couldn’t let your guard down over one supportive line.

So you excused yourself, explaining to the magical medic that you were on your way to the handiwork ladies, and told the servants that you could go on. The young man seemed saddened by your sudden announcement, but he did let you go, waving in your way as you were walking away from him.

You were sitting by the pond as always, watching the sunrise a few days later. It would be another day you spent away from Animalia, and you had this pang in your chest that you couldn’t explain. You didn’t miss how you used to live in that palace, you didn’t miss the bravado you had to put on to seem like an obedient, perfect little daughter, you didn’t miss the way you were mocked for not having magic in your veins when both your parents - your mother could tame fire because she was from Elementalia and your father could talk to animals because he was from Animalia - and your sister did. Until the day your magic had surfaced, at least. Afterwards, you were a curse, the mistake in the carefully crafted plans, the wrong in all the rights and the flaw in the flawless family.

You didn’t miss any of it, and yet… you couldn’t quite get used to the freedom that you had here. Despite the fact that you were in exile, you didn’t feel like a prisoner here. Sure, you weren’t invited to Prince Jinyoung and Princess Yunkyeong’s wedding because so many other royal families would be there, and it was your parents’ wish not to be seen at such events, but otherwise, you could be free. You were no one special here, and you liked it that way.

“Oh, I see someone else is also an early riser!”

A cheerful voice disrupted your silent pondering, and you snapped your head back at the sudden visitor. You let out a sigh when you locked eyes with the not so unfamiliar stranger, and turned back to the pond in front of you instead.

“You must have been deep in thought, you didn’t even see me walking towards you,” Byounggon continued despite your attempt at ignoring him, and he only halted when he reached you. You could feel his gaze on you, curious yet tentative, but you didn’t respond to it, you continued looking ahead.

“I was, and it’s because I’ve never met anyone here at this time of the day before.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky today,” the medic blabbered cheerily, and without thinking twice, he sat down on the bench beside you. When you finally looked at him - deeming his action rather brazen -, he was already looking at you, and when you locked eyes, he flashed you a dimpled smile. Why he was grinning at someone like you - a princess from a far away kingdom with a bad reputation, someone who had supposedly almost killed her husband-to-be - was beyond you. Did he have no care in the world? Did he have no fear? Was he merely naive?

“Are you that bored, or are you just set on annoying me?”

“Annoying you?” Byounggon’s smile faltered, his bright features darkening. He looked so hurt suddenly, you almost felt bad for implying something like that. “Am I really annoying you?” He inquired, blinking rapidly with his ocean-deep, jet-black orbs, swimming in genuine care. When you looked him in the eye, you felt like looking into something rare, something precious: like a gemstone containing unknown magic, hidden away from the world for its power. And you… you were probably the last person who was worthy of seeing such a treasure.

You cleared your throat and averted your eyes to the pond, unable to bear his gaze any longer.

“I’m not used to company around here, and I didn’t expect anyone today either,” you blurted out honestly, feeling exposed for what your words might indicate. Maybe the magical medic also felt the weight of it for he seemed compromising instead of butthurt or overly nosy.

“Well, I can leave if you want me to,” he suggested right away, and he got to his feet even before you could tell him to stop. However, when you did confess that he didn’t have to leave, you could feel the grin spreading on his face even without turning his way. Gosh, why did he have to smile so brightly all the time? It was so… unusual for you.

Instead, you asked him to tell you something that he felt like sharing. Like an arrow that was fired, the boy’s words came on suddenly and flew like a river. He didn’t seem to be able to stop from the moment he started talking about his best friend, Seunghun, who was a soldier here, and with whom he had a special connection. When he said that it was a secret why, you rolled your eyes, assuming that he was joking yet again.

However, after he shared with you that he had actually saved Seunghun’s life, you thought that maybe he wasn’t lying about it. Seunghun’s parents had died when their house had caught on fire, and he would have died with them too, but Byounggon - who had been a little boy back then just like Seunghun himself and who had been living close to Seunghun’s home - had noticed the fire and dragged the boy out while risking his own life. His magic had barely resurfaced before the incident, but it had come out in full-force while he had been trying to save Seunghun’s life.

Then, Seunghun ended up at the palace with Byounggon and Byounggon’s father - who was a magical medic himself -, and they had been friends ever since. The two of them with Prince Jinyoung used to play hide and seek in this very garden before, and while he was talking about his childhood days, his eyes twinkled in a different light.

“Have you had friends like that, too?” He posed the question in his good-willed innocence when you were at the topic, but you could merely scoff.

“No. I had no friends at the palace. I couldn’t even consider my sister my friend even though she is only two years older than me,” you confessed, your words loaded with bitter poison. You had always been pitted against each other with your sister, and even though you had tried to make her see you as more than just an enemy, your sister had never let you. So gone was the naive little girl who had believed that she could make everything right if she had given her share of the cake to her sister or to give her the brand new doll you had gotten for your birthday, and it was replaced with the girl who was too mature and wise for her age, nevertheless all too pessimistic.

“It must have been lonely,” Byounggon broke the silence suddenly, shattering your flashbacks into tiny little pieces. Reality struck you hard, his words even more so, and for a moment, you felt like you were about to cry. So you pressed your lips tight and dug your nails into your skin, holding it in.

The medic might have sensed your discomfort or he merely wanted to fill the silence. Nevertheless, he started talking about the upcoming Festival of Day and Light to change the subject, the usual yearly festival for the fall equinox, and why it was special for them. Supposedly, they commemorated the gift of light while also appreciating the fact that darkness was needed for light to exist, so they lit candles while thinking of their loved ones, wishing them a bright year. The best way to light candles was to put them in lanterns and to place them on the little boats that were waiting for them by the riverside, and to watch them float away.

“You should definitely come celebrate it with us. There’s always a fun celebration outside of the court, and there are all kinds of delicacies and music and…”

“Why would I go? It’s not my tradition to celebrate,” you cut off his enthusiastic chatter, but he just shrugged his shoulders, his casual way of handling your harsh words resurfacing yet again.

“I wasn’t notified that the fall equinox was created just for our kingdom,” he counter-attacked playfully, and even though you were about to open your mouth to go against him, you realised that you couldn’t. He was right.

Hence, you bit your tongue, and didn’t say anything, just let him talk about whatever came to his mind until you were called for breakfast by Huisoo who seemed quite surprised to see you talking to the medic by the pond. What could you say though? You were surprised, too.

Two weeks later, when you finally managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning in bed for hours, shivers running up and down your spine, you dreamed of a fire.

You were standing inside the fire, the flames dancing around you, and whenever you tried to move, they followed you as if they were your shadow. You looked left and right when you heard a cry on the other side of the fire, and even though you should have felt scorching hot, you could only feel icy numbness taking hold of your legs, unable to move. The cry grew louder and louder until you had to put your hands on your ears to block the frantic sound out. Then, someone called your name, and when you tried to block it out too, invisible arms started shaking you. You fought back, tears pricking your ears, but the arms just wouldn’t let go.

Your eyes bolted open at that moment, but you didn’t feel any better. In fact, you felt even hotter than in that fire, and when you looked at the figure standing above you, his arms holding onto your shoulders, you realised that the part about being shaken must have been real. So had been the part about someone calling your name.

“Princess Y/N, it’s me. Huisoo told me that you weren’t feeling well last night, and you didn’t show up at the pond today, so I came by to see if I could help,” Byounggon explained slowly, gently, as if talking to a child. Then, when he caught sight of you staring at his arms on your shoulder, he let go of you, albeit a bit embarrassed.

You just blinked at him, trying to focus on his face instead of letting the nightmares take hold of you again, but it was difficult when all you wanted to do was to close your eyes and lie in bed. Your head was throbbing, your whole body was quivering, and the last thing you wanted to do was to have a conversation with Byounggon even though he seemed genuinely concerned about you.

“Where does it hurt? How long have you been having a fever?” He asked seriously once you regained more consciousness, and even though you were reluctant to tell him because you didn’t want his help, you were too run down to care.

So you told him that your joints had been hurting since last night, just before dinner, and you had a fever since midnight or dawn, you couldn’t tell because you had been drifting out of dreams (or more like nightmares) for the most part. Byounggon insisted on helping you after hearing about your symptoms, but you declined, saying that you had been used to dealing with such things on your own in your kingdom.

“Does it mean that I have to watch you suffer just because that’s what you’ve been used to?” The medic exclaimed, rather desperate, and even though you knew all too well what he was referring to, you couldn’t help but feel exposed. Wasn’t that what you were doing now? Suffering on your own, like the strong daughter and the perfect princess you had needed to become, just because you had never been treated otherwise? Because you could never show any sign of weakness, let alone accept someone’s assistance when they were willingly giving it to you?

“Fine. Do as you wish,” you gave in after defeating the voices in your head telling you not to let him help you. You were so tired, your body felt like it was twice its weight, and your eyes were heavy with sleep and the last remains of the terrifying nightmare you had, the last thing you felt like doing was arguing.

Byounggon immediately broke into a relieved smile, and as he was getting ready, he started talking about what he was about to do. Supposedly, one’s centre of energy was around their abdomen, so he needed to put his hand on your stomach to be able to heal your energy centre. If you had been in your right mind, you would have probably backed down on your word at this part, but you were still half-conscious, so you didn’t care, even when he touched you. He touched you so gently though, you could barely feel his featherlike touch.

He closed his eyes while he was working with his magic on healing you, and his lips sometimes twitched, probably from concentration. May it be because of his magic working or because you could look at him more closely like this as he was crouching down by your mattress, but you realised that there were dark circles under his eyes. You were reminded of what Sieun had told you a few days ago, that the magical medic had asked her about your daily schedule, especially about when you usually went to the pond. Sieun had told you that she didn’t know why he was asking, but you had a feeling why.

Byounggon must have been waking up earlier to talk with you by the pond, and the fact that he got worried because you had not been there this morning as you had done so for the past two weeks made you feel delirious, as if he was a poison you had a sweet taste of, but you couldn’t let yourself have more.

“It’s done,” the medic announced, dragging you out of your thoughts, and as your head cleared, you realised that your body felt light again. You put your hand to your forehead, but it didn’t feel hot. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, and indeed, you didn’t feel feverish anymore. It was as if you had just woken from a good night’s sleep.

“Wow, princess, take it easy! You should still rest, you don’t want this illness to come back,” he advised, eyebrows furrowed in worry, and now that you had the energy to smile, you directed a friendly one at him.

“It’s alright. I feel good thanks to you,” you pointed out, and you saw how he tried to hide the grin that was creeping onto his lips. He failed though, alongside the pink that was tinting his cheeks, and the way he needed to clear his throat before he spoke up again.

“Well, it was nothing, really,” he shrugged off your compliment, averting his eyes elsewhere but your face. You were about to ask him to tell you how his magic worked when he caught sight of your paintings, the canvases resting by the wall.

“Did you paint them?” He inquired, a pure kind of curiosity lighting up in his eyes, and you didn’t have the heart to lie to him. So you told him the truth: that it was you, and that you had been painting for some time though your mother had never approved of it since she didn’t deem it appropriate for a princess who should have been learning how to engage in polite conversations and seducing princes instead of doing art.

“Seducing princes? Do you really learn that?” Byounggon asked, rather surprised, but there was a playful smile hiding in the corner of his lips. It seemed that even the medic himself couldn’t decide how much to believe your words.

“Well, she wanted me to. We had books on them in the library, and there was a teacher giving lessons on courting, but he only succeeded in teaching my sister. I made him give up after two lessons,” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Wow, you are so…”

“So?” You quirked an eyebrow challengingly when he seemed to search for the right words. Usually, when you gave people this look, they backtracked, and started babbling or changed the topic, but the medic didn’t.

“Admirable,” he decided on it a few seconds later, and your features softened. It was as if someone had offered you some quiet after the cacophony of the royal events you were forced to attend: you felt comforted, and your heavy heart felt a bit less tight. “I applaud you for how you speak your mind. I find it refreshing.”

You found his approachable personality refreshing too, but you couldn’t tell him that. After all, what good could that lead to? You had already let down your walls around him enough times, you were afraid that if he kept going, he would see behind that admirable facade, and see you as you were: terrified of history repeating itself and being far from perfect when it came to reciprocating other’s kindness. You didn’t deserve his care, you didn’t deserve his kindness.

Instead of commenting on his words, you asked if he had any duties he needed to attend to, and now that you reminded him, he realised that he should go to the palace indeed. However, before he could leave, you thanked him for healing you, and if anything, he gifted you with the widest smile you had seen on him.

“Anytime.”

Coming from him, accompanied by the comet of affection travelling through the galaxy of his jet-black orbs, somehow, you didn’t want to question the sincerity of his words.

The court was in a frenzy because of the upcoming wedding, but those who had some spare time still decided to go to the yearly Festival of Day and Light. You had contemplated not going, but when you asked Sieun about the festival, her whole face lit up, and you had a feeling that she would want to go.

So you told Sieun and Huisoo that you would head out to check out the festivities, but they could go their separate ways afterwards if they wanted to. The girls both objected fervently, but it was only until Huisoo was ever so obviously swept up by a handsome young man with shoulder-length hair at a flower stall, and the other met someone she had known before because then, both of them excused themselves. Which left you alone with the sugarcoated apple in your hand that you had bought for yourself - and one for either servant girl -, strolling around the main market square where the festival took place.

There were all kinds of games for kids who ran around without a care in the world while their parents were running after them or cheering them on. Beside the games, stalls of delicacies - ranging from sugared fruit to freshly-baked bread and dried figs coated in cinnamon - were lined up like tiny little stars dotted on the canvas of cobblestones. Beside the riverside, people either lit up candles or placed them on the little boats that waited by the sides just like Byounggon had told you so. The whole festival was full of cheers, laughter and life, topped by white and yellow decorations in the shape of the Sun, the Moon and the stars.

Despite being an outsider, you could feel the kingdom pulsing with the energy of its people, bright and cheerful. When you had been living in Animalia, you had visited the festivities outside of the palace maybe once or twice as a kid, so to be able to see how ordinary people celebrated such a meaningful time here warmed your heart. Suddenly, you felt like you were being surrounded by a community instead of being left alone in the vastness of the icy, jarring unknown.

Maybe it was because of the sentiment or because of the eager ladies by the riverside handing out candles, but you found yourself lighting up one of them when you found a part of the riverside that wasn’t as crowded as others.

“You do know that you need to make a wish when you light a candle. Otherwise, it will be pretty but less meaningful,” a familiar voice spoke up from behind you, and you hid the smile that was creeping onto your lips with a frown.

“You do know that you seem to spend an awful lot of time with me these days,” you pointed out when Byounggon halted beside you, and flashed you a wide smile, the kind that turned his eyes into little crescents resembling the moon above you.

“I am just keeping an eye on you. I wouldn’t want a princess to be sick again or to be sick of boredom,” he retorted cheekily, and you bit your cheek to not smile back at him as brightly as you could. He kept his eyes on you, and the way the moonlight reflected in his orbs and cupped his features in a magnificent halo mesmerised you for a moment. He didn’t need light to shine, he was so bright, so full of life either way, but under the crafted lines of the moon, you wondered what it would be like to make a painting of him one day - and whether you could capture his features as gracefully as your eyes did now.

Byounggon did develop a habit of accompanying you on your morning stroll. Sometimes he was early, more often he was late, but he did show up every day without fail. When you questioned if he had nothing better to do, he said no, and that he was actually looking for company for his morning walks, too. If you hadn’t heard from Sieun that the medic had specifically asked her about your morning visits to the court garden, you might have believed him, but since the servant girl’s remark, you couldn’t have fought the seed of hope that was blooming in your chest.

You let him join you, and you let him talk. You got to know all kinds of stories regarding court life here, and childhood stories of his soldier friend, Seunghun, and Prince Jinyoung, more or less funny ones that cracked up the medic, too. You also got to know about current affairs of the kingdom, and how Prince Jinyoung’s heart was someone else’s, but he couldn’t love her fully because he was going to marry a princess for a favourable trade deal. When you inquired if the wedding could be called off because of the prince’s feelings, Byounggon shook his head, a bitter smile tinting his lips - something that you had ever so scarcely seen on him. You hadn’t been in Prince Jinyoung’s shoes because you had never wanted to sacrifice an arranged marriage for a genuine love, but you could understand why it was difficult for him to marry for convenience.

You liked when Byounggon was talking because you could get to know about how things worked in the kingdom, but you could also get to know about him and his (adorably) gullible personality and his (precious) big heart. Once you realised that his intentions were truly pure, you let yourself be comfortable around him, including this day.

“So you came here to make a wish?” You quirked an eyebrow when you caught sight of a candle in his hands. The medic let out a deep, joyous laughter before answering.

“Well, I came here because I saw you, but yes, I also have a wish,” he flashed you a wide grin, and as he crouched down to put his candle into a lantern, you couldn’t help but ask:

“What are you wishing for?”

“It’s a secret,” he winked at you playfully. If he had been someone else, you would have probably felt offended by the gesture. However, it was him, and you knew him well enough by now, so you merely rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Fine. I won’t tell you mine either,” you retorted with a huff as you followed suit, and lit your own candle. He helped you put yours into a lantern, and placed them beside his own on a nearby boat. You waited a few minutes until the boat was filled up with lanterns and a man pushed the boat off the railing to let it float, to let it get further away from you while you were making a wish.

You watched it go with a sentimental smile, thinking of how much had changed in the last few months, so that you could be a part of a festival like this and wish to have many more moments like this - when you forgot about who you were, and let yourself be, let yourself rest after carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

“You seem to be happy now,” Byounggon remarked gently, quietly, no hint of playfulness in his voice after a few moments of utter silence. You looked at him, humming a yes, and let out a long sigh. When you inhaled, it felt like breathing in a whole new flavour of air.

“Is it because of me?”

Now Byounggon was teasing, his lips quirked up, but you had a feeling that he was doing it on purpose because he was way too pleased with himself when you laughed at the sudden change of the mood.

“Do you think it’s because of you?” You asked back, equally as curious as challenging. You knew that the medic would answer no matter your tone because he always did, and you liked that about him: that he was willing to speak his mind, even if it meant that he embarrassed himself because of his silly antics or that he made your heart flutter with a genuine compliment of his.

“I would like to think that, at least partly, it’s because of me,” Byounggon played along, theatrically placing a hand above his heart. He tried to remain serious, his features unwavering, but his lips twitched slightly, and his whole demeanour changed when he heard music coming from the main market square. They started playing a song - unknown to you, of course - on the drums and there was probably a little bit of guitar as well, and some instrument that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Byounggon’s face immediately lit up hearing the melody, and it only took a few seconds until he bolted off, exclaiming that you should join him dancing while he was running off.

You followed him swiftly, and watched as he joined the circle of people who started dancing to the music. There were older people, younger ones, even little children, men and women alike, and the different colour and design of their clothes indicated that they were from different classes. You caught sight of Huisoo and the pretty boy from the flower stall in the crowd, and something in you twisted when you looked at them - so carefree, so joyful, so present in the given moment.

Then, Byounggon suddenly showed up by your side, and reached his hand out to you when the music stopped. You looked down at the boy’s hand, then up at him, into his almond-shaped eyes, and your first instinct was to shake your head and tell him no. The medic’s smile didn’t falter despite your hesitation, and maybe that’s what prompted you to take his hand and join him.

No one threw you a nasty glance, no one judged you for being there, no one cared, and honestly, that was the most reassured you felt for a long time. With your hand in Byounggon’s and in a little girl’s on your other side, you followed their lead and mimicked their dance moves. One after another, one after another, and then you lost count of the steps as you got swept up in the stomping footsteps and the echoing melodies.

You didn’t know how much time passed by - it could have been minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell -, but when the dance was over, and Byounggon inquired if you wanted to head back to the court together, you immediately said yes. It was only after a few seconds that you realised that the medic still didn’t let go of your hand, and you watched him take it away with a coy smile and a scratch of his neck.

And that’s when you realised that he was actually right: that he was a part of why you were happy here.

Prince Jinyoung and Princess Yunkyoung’s wedding took place as planned, and since Sieun was obligated to join because she was a part of the royal court here, you told Huisoo that she could spend this day however she wanted, you would be fine on your own. You didn’t like asking them for favours either way; since your mother’s watching eyes weren’t on you, you enjoyed that you could cater for yourself, and didn’t require their services as much. Both girls objected at first, saying that you were too generous, that’s why you started asking them to accompany you when they could break free from their role a bit - like at the festival when they could join the crowd or when you started going to the court kitchen to eat together with others instead of having your meals delivered to your room -, and you had a feeling that Huisoo would take the opportunity to meet up with the pretty flower stall boy from the festival.

That left you with much free time on your hands, preferably spent alone in your room, so you couldn’t bump into your mother who would attend the wedding and be reprimanded for being in the public’s eye. You spent the morning working on a painting of the riverside on the day of the festival, illuminated by the mysterious moon, and you spent the afternoon reading a book on the many magical creatures of the kingdom. You did have quite a few of them at Animalia too, but Medicalia boosted a high number of creatures that you had only heard of before, yet never seen them - such as phoenixes, kitsunes and caladriuses which supposedly had healing powers.

You were in the middle of reading a chapter about phoenixes when you heard a knock on your door. Expecting it to be one of the servants, you told them that they could come inside, but the knocking persisted. Hence, you rose to your feet from your crouching posture, and stepped up to the door to open it. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw who was behind it.

“Mother!” You breathed out in shock, not expecting her to pay a visit to you after the wedding ceremony. She was all dolled up for the event, but the evident frown on her face ruined the innocence of the swan-white outfit she put on.

She walked into the room with much disgust in her eyes, and only after you closed the door, did she turn around to face you. You could already tell that she was frustrated, her feelings shown in the tight lines of her lips and the way she squinted her eyes at you. Not to mention her thundering voice when she spoke up.

“Didn’t I tell you not to cause trouble here? Didn’t I specifically ask you to not use your powers here?” She spat the questions like venom, her words sending a bullet through your heart one after another.

“I do not understand, Mother,” you answered, your heart wrenching at the thought that she could assume something like this when you had nothing to be ashamed of. You had not caused any trouble here, and you had never used your powers ever since you had entered Animalia. Even though it had been tempting because you had wanted to see what you could do with it if you had put effort into practising, but you had to bury the thought as soon as it was born.

“Oh, come on, you’re not a child anymore! Don’t play the innocent kid with me,” your mother striked again, and took a step closer to you, looking straight into your eyes when she continued. “There was a fire a few days ago in the palace’s kitchen. I’ve heard that they haven’t found what caused it yet, though it could have been simply out of negligence. With you being here, I don’t think it was accidental.”

For a moment, you had no idea what to say. Then, you felt your blood rise as you balled your hands into fists. Just how could she assume something like that on her own when you were totally innocent? Just how low could she stoop to make you play the bad guy when the fire in your room at the Animalia palace wouldn’t have broken out if it hadn’t been for Prince Sangdo’s lack of manners? Not to mention who was to blame for your powers? Wasn’t it your mother who came from Elementalia and had the power to tame fire?

“Do you really think I visit the palace each and every day, just to burn something there? Do you really think of me so lowly? I have not even set foot in the palace for a month, let alone create a fire in the kitchen, but if you want to blame someone, sure, blame me. That does not mean I am guilty,” you objected fervently, but before she could open her mouth to say something more, you continued. “I wish you would have made a scene like this when Prince Sangdo had come into my room and grabbed my wrist when I had asked him not to touch me that night. If I was guilty then, you would have had your reason to blame it on me now. But I was innocent and I am innocent now, it is only your perception of me that always makes me the bad one in your eyes. The child that does not sit back and watch injustice without speaking up about it, the daughter that would choose painting over marrying a prince, and the girl who did not seem to inherit your powers until she did, and then, you wished she hadn’t.”

Your words flew like the river during a storm - waves crushing violently, heavy winds catching the surface ever so indignantly -, and it felt like there was a thunderstorm in your heart. You wanted to fight, to punch the walls, to knock over the shelves around you - anything to make your mother go away, alas, you could only fight back with your words, and they even didn’t seem to reach her. If anything, they made her even angrier, no sign of remorse in her eyes.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! A princess knows where to draw the line, but you… you are out of your mind, and being away from Animalia didn’t seem to help either. And I thought-”

Your mother’s words were interrupted by a few rhythmic knocks on the door, and you both snapped your head towards the sound.

“Princess Y/N, it’s time for your lesson,” a familiar voice called, and despite the fact that you had no lesson, let alone with him, you didn’t want to object. Your mother didn’t seem to think it through either, instead, she let out an offended huff and murmured into your ears before leaving:

“Don’t think that you can come back anytime soon with that attitude.”

You gulped down the knot in your throat as you watched her leave, and turned around to be with your back to the door, so that Byounggon wouldn’t see the way your hands were shaking when he came inside your room. You heard him close the door behind him, and fumble with something before he dared to ask:

“Are you okay?”

“How much did you hear?” You retorted back, standing by the walls with your back to him. You tried your best to hold back your tears, but you weren’t sure that you were doing a good job because you could feel your eyes watering despite your best efforts.

“Uhmm… I think everything,” Byounggon admitted after a long pause. You closed your eyes for a moment, the first teardrop rolling down your cheeks, leaving a cold streak behind on your warm cheeks. “I saw your mother leaving the ceremony, and I had a feeling that she would come to you, but I wasn’t sure. So I followed her here. I know it sounds very bad, but I was afraid that she would… do something to upset you or hurt you because you told me that she was the one who wanted to send you away, and I don’t know what exactly happened, at least I didn’t know until now, but I knew you didn’t deserve it, and it really seems you didn’t. And I just… I wanted to protect you from her. I’m sorry I was late,” he rambled incredibly fast, and the more he talked, the more heavily your tears were following.

You couldn’t understand how someone who had never met you could trust you and believe in your innocence even before you had met for the first time. On the contrary, your mother had blamed you for everything, and she had known the full story. How could someone be so pure to you? How could Byounggon care about you so genuinely, so selflessly? He didn’t have anything to gain from caring about you, yet he did so, and it just broke your heart even more.

You heard the medic take a few steps towards you, and when he halted beside you in a safe distance, he immediately caught sight of your silent sobbing. You looked at him from behind the curtain of your tears, watching how he was trying to gesture with his hands, but was unable to decide what to do. So you decided instead of Byounggon himself, and stepped up to him to embrace him.

“Thank you,” you croaked out, your voice coming out a lot more strained and fragile than you wanted to.

You could feel him loosen up, and slowly, gently, he put his arms around your frame, patting your back while you cried against his chest. He was warm, he was warmth itself, and you wanted to get lost in his touch, in his arms, in his voice.

“It’s okay. You can cry with me,” he murmured into your hair, his voice rid of any playfulness or teasing.

Tears like pearls fell onto the silk of his shirt, leaving behind more than just wet stains - leaving behind the last walls that you had been keeping up around yourself to protect yourself, all crumbled down now, and the stories he had never heard before, neither had you shared with anyone else since leaving your kingdom.

The following days, you were cautious about meeting Byounggon, secretly terrified that he would see you as a horrible person, that he wouldn’t understand your pain, and you would end up feeling lonelier than ever before. You had never opened up to someone like on the day of the wedding, and you were afraid that you would need to rebuild your walls, and never let anyone in, ever again.

On the other hand, Byounggon acted the same way, if not more protective over you. He highlighted how much people liked you here in the court, especially since the festival when you had gone out to celebrate with ordinary people, and how your own kingdom didn’t deserve you if they turned their back on you when you had wanted to protect yourself. What’s more, he pointed out that he would have been delighted to meet someone like you when he had been a child because taming fire would have meant that you could have helped save Seunghun’s parents when he had managed to save Seunghun only. Sure, power might come with great responsibility, but it wasn’t your fault that your power had surfaced at a time like that. It merely showed that you had been desperate back then, and no one had paid attention to that part of the story, they had been too quick to send you away.

You felt yourself becoming softer and softer towards the medic afterwards because he was everything you had never had the chance to have - the shoulder to cry on, the one who understood your body language even when words failed you, the boy who always asked for your permission when he wanted to come closer to you or hold your hand, and the one who would fight for you through thick and thin. You had never met a more considerate, more gentle soul, and even his goofy self was endearing to you.

Even when he claimed that he didn’t steal a flower (that allegedly resembled you in his eyes) from the court garden (“because it wasn’t considered stealing if he was on good terms with the gardeners”); even when he managed to fall into the pond when he got scared by a bee during one of your morning strolls, and even when he ran all the way from the palace to you because he thought that you were the one who came down with something in the court, sweating bucks because running wasn’t his forte, your feelings towards him grew stronger and stronger.

Not to mention the time he shared with you the secret he had been keeping about his friend, Seunghun. When he had first talked about the soldier, you had assumed that he had been joking when he had claimed that the reason their relationship was special was a secret. However, when he let you know that by saving Seunghun, he managed to keep him alive as a phoenix, it all made more sense. You could also understand why he was keeping it a secret because phoenixes didn’t have human forms, at least not ones that the books knew of.

You knew the part of the story that Seunghun’s parents had died when their house had caught on fire, and he would have died with them too, but Byounggon had noticed the fire and dragged the boy out while risking his own life. His magic had barely resurfaced back then, but it had come out in full-force as he had been trying to save Seunghun’s life. Since he hadn’t known at first just how much he could have helped the almost burned boy, he had also applied fireflower on his wounds - the flower that was born after fires, so interestingly so, it was almost like a phoenix, born after turning to ashes.

In a way, Byounggon tied himself to Seunghun by saving him because his magic continued to live inside his friend’s body, and whenever the soldier was hurt, it was only Byounggon who could heal him completely. At least, until Seunghun was saved by a girl, and her magic saved him just like the medic’s magic had saved him when they had been young. Ever since then, their magical bond might have faded, but their friendship stayed the same.

You even met the so-called soldier friend and his girlfriend at the court, and after a while, it became a habit of yours to have dinner with them alongside Huisoo, Sieun and the medic himself. You felt light whenever you were around them, that’s why you didn’t take it to heart when they started teasing you or Byounggon who was clumsily trying to get closer to you. Bit by bit, you let him get closer, but you needed to be the one to take the final step nevertheless.

“Byounggon, we need to talk,” you told him one morning, sitting by the pond while the sun was just rising on the horizon.

“T-talk?” He stuttered, extremely nervous for someone who was usually so chatty, but maybe he sensed the serious edge to your words, and he was scared by what was to come.

All was well though, so he was scared for nothing. Your parents had previously sent a letter to the royal family of Medicalia, telling them to take care of you for at least a year more until your sister could settle down with her husband, and you had a feeling that meant that you would never be welcomed in Animalia again. Hence, you had the permission to stay here longer, and you tried to be useful by applying to become an arts teacher in the court. You had your first lessons with the cousins of Prince Jinyoung and Princess Jinhee not too long ago, and it proved to be a success, so that was taken care of.

Nevertheless, you had a feeling that the boy might have thought that you would need to go back to Animalia or worse, marry a prince from a far-away kingdom. Thankfully, neither of them were likely to happen anytime soon, but it warmed your heart how worried he got.

“Yes. I want to talk about you and me,” you broke it down to him, but if anything, that just made him appear more appalled. He visibly gulped, but his eyes were still on you, intent and curious.

“Suuure. Go ahead,” he prompted semi-confidently, and you reached out to put your hand on his, to soothe his nerves. You could tell that it had its effect on him because his lips immediately curved upwards, and he squeezed your hand to hold onto you more tightly.

“I want to thank you for waiting for me,” you started sincerely, but the talkative person he was, he couldn’t help himself, but to interrupt you.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? I’m not like that horrible prince who deserves the absolute worst, he deserves to-” He started getting riled up again, something that he always did when you mentioned some injustice you had encountered at the Animalia palace or he thought of Prince Sangdo. You were sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if he were to ever encounter the said prince, but thankfully, there was little to no chance of that happening.

“I love you, Byounggon,” you announced, loud and proud, and the medic’s mouth stayed open, probably because he was in the middle of his monologue, but also because he was surprised by your sudden confession. Then, he closed his mouth, his features softening, and he immediately threw his arms around you.

“I love you, too. Gosh, I love you so much!” He shrieked excitedly like a little kid, and hugged you tighter than ever before. You smiled to yourself while he was holding you, amused (and bewitched) at the way he kept saying ‘I love you’ like he would never want to stop.

He couldn’t stop even when Sieun and Huisoo walked by, and they tried to sniffle their giggles while watching you two embrace each other in the middle of the blooming garden, bathed in the rays of the sunrise.

“I’ve told you he liked her when he asked about her morning strolls,” Huisoo told Sieun as they were heading towards the kitchen while the other girl just let out an amused laugh.

“Sure, Miss Matchmaker. What about your flower boy though? What was his name again? Leewoo? Leehan?” Sieun teased her and smacked the girl in the side, playful as ever.

“Ssshh,” Huisoo shushed her, pretending to stay nonchalant about the topic, but she couldn’t help a smile creeping onto her lips as she said: “Well, love might be in the air for everyone.”

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303 |Lee Byounggon|

When Byounggon has a crush on his next-door neighbor and friend but doesn’t even know their name.

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Genre: fluff

Warning(s): an awkward neighbor! Au + mentions of alcohol + idk I just hope you like this kdjsk + stream movie star peeps!!

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“Pleeease.”

"No.”

“No.”

“Gonie, please.”

“Those puppy eyes don’t work with me, Seunghun.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and pouted as he talked to his best friend.

“I can’t see why you don’t want to do it, there are only advantages! Look: we get some credits for our grade, we make friends, we-“

“We get less time to study, we look ridiculous since nobody would join and people from other clubs will make fun of us... Do I continue?”

That time, Seunghun frowned and gave his best friend a friendly punch on the shoulder. It had always been like that: Seunghun, the main dreamer; Byounggon, the realistic dreamer. It was obvious that Seunghun was going to be benefited by that stupid theatre club he wanted to create, after all, he majored in acting and he was basically raised inside a theatre. But for him? He’s majored in music, production of music to be accurate, how’s that going to help him apart from the credits?

“I’m not helping you this time, I’m sorry.”

That was a few months ago. Now, he finds himself with a notebook and list of the ones that are already inside the club.

“Bang Yedam and Kim Doyoung.” He reads out loud. “Why are some high schoolers joining the club? Isn’t it for college students only?”

“Haven’t you realized that the dance club began being only for students but some people of all ages ended up joining? It doesn’t really matter who joins, college students are the only ones getting some benefit though.” Seunghun explains and Byounggon nods, he is surprised at how his friend seems to be taking it seriously.

“Lee Midam.” He continues reading. “Noa Kazama, Kim Junkyu.”

“Our first member and dearest friend Jeon Woong.” Seunghun smiles fondly when he reads Woongs's name. He was the first person that joined and Seunghun will always be thankful to him. “And these two girls... Oh, let’s stop reading here.”

“Aren’t you like half dating one of them?”

“Shut up. She dropped, there’s only her friend in the club, I forgot to remove her name.” Byounggon decided not to comment anything else. After all, he seemed a bit down when talking about his girlfriend’s relationship with her friend. Byounggon didn’t know what happened, but he doesn’t know if he wants to know.

“Anyways, let’s keep this tomorrow okay? I think you have a class to plan and I have some things to do.”

“Okay friend.” Seunghun stood up from his bed, where he was sitting, and guided Byounggon to the front door to say goodbye properly, as he always did. Byounggon smiled at his friend and made his way to his apartment slowly.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s glad he has an apartment for his own. He won’t be able to become a real artist if he isn’t 100% focused on his music, and he doesn’t want to bother anyone with it, as well as he doesn’t want to be annoyed in that process. When he’s on his creative phase, he’s super energetic, but nobody is able to see it since he locks himself until he creates the song that matches his idea. After that, everything is happiness. However, when he’s going through a drought, is better not to talk to him until his mood is a bit better.

That’s probably another reason why he lives alone.

“Come on, Bx, you have this.” He tells himself. Right now he wishes he could write something, but with all the subjects to study, all the projects he has to create for class, and the fact that he is worried about Seunghun, he can’t really focus, and, as written before, he’s a bit unbearable.

He opens the door that guides to the balcony and he sits there on a chair while holding his guitar. He begins to play something, maybe that way, with the cold air of winter caressing him and with nobody to listen to him at sight, he can focus better. He tries, again, and again, and again, but fails to find something to inspire him to create a good track for his teacher. He begins to create a melody he likes but stops suddenly when something doesn’t match.

“Why did you stop?” He turns around to the sound of a very well known voice for him. He finds you sitting on a chair while having a cup of hot chocolate and your laptop in front of you. “I liked it.”

“I didn’t, that’s the problem.” He answers you.

Being honest, in spite of becoming unbearable when he has no inspiration, he wouldn’t talk to their neighbors like that, but he knows you well enough to talk to you openly.

“Are you going through another crisis, 301?” You ask the tall boy. He rolls his eyes, but when they meet yours, he knows he can’t lie to you.

“I am, I can’t really focus on my school projects because I have no inspiration and then I don’t know how to help my friend with the club I told you the other day.” 

You listen to him carefully, as you use to. This is how your dynamic works: you could be freezing out there in the balcony, or melting under the hot summer sun, but you have created a bait to talk about your life and give each other a piece of advice when needed.

Funny when you don’t even know each other’s names, you just name each other after the apartment you live in.

“What’s wrong with the club? It isn’t working?”

“It’s going better than expected, Seunghun is happy already, but I know he wants more, and I want to help.”

“301, I’m going to give you my honest opinion, as I have always done.” You say. Byounggon begins to draw simple figures on a piece of paper to avoid looking into your eyes. “I think that you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Focus on what’s important now, because I see you’re already pretty overwhelmed with all the assignments you have to do. Talk to your friend and try to find a way to promote the club! As a marketing student, I can give you an example of flyers to hang around or to spread but just do me a favor and don’t try to carry all the weight of the situation, okay?”

He thanks God he’s looking down because he can feel his cheeks burning up. That’s your effect, he always thinks his heart is about to explode every time he talks to you as you’re always making sure he’s fine and giving him the best pieces of advice ever. He does the same to you, yes, that’s what friends are about, but he doesn’t think about you as just friends.

“Once again you’re right, 303, I’ll try to listen to you, thank you.” You smile and look at the time.

“No problem 301, I’ll bring them tomorrow if you want to.” You focus on your laptop again and sigh, that’s when he knows you’ll be complaining. “I have to finish this for tomorrow but this is so long 301. I went outside to talk to you and get some fresh air, but I’m afraid this will take longer than I expected.” You shiver when you finish and hug yourself.

“Are you cold?’“ He asks.

“A bit, but my roommate has all the blankets because I told her I didn’t want them.” You shake your head, thinking how dumb were you when you let her take all of them.

“Take my hoodie.” He suddenly says. “I’m not really cold, you can take it for tonight if you want to.” At first, you didn’t want to take the poor boy’s hoodie because he would freeze, but he is a very persistent person, so you end up wrapped around his hoodie and smelling his cologne.

You will mark this night on your calendar because you don’t know how you’ve ended up sleeping with his hoodie on.

“Seunghun I’m cold.” The brown-haired boy tells his friend when they get into the giant room where they plan everything about their club. 

“Why didn’t you bring a hoodie? It's literally February, are you dumb?”

“I forgot I washed all my hoodies at the same time, and I lent 303 the only hoodie that isn’t wet.”

“You lent your crush your hoodie?” 

“I did.” Seunghun smiles at how Byounggon didn’t even try to deny the fact that you’re his crush. “Oh god, Seunghun I really lent them my hoodie!”

“Congratulations on realizing mate.” He teases his friend, knowing how embarrassed he is. “You’re a step closer, now all you have to do is to ask their name!”

“I will, someday.”

Seunghun shakes his head in disapproval.

“Make up an excuse and talk to them! Don’t be a coward!”

Byounggon rolls his eyes, but he knows his friend is right.

“They said they were going to help me with the promotion of the club and was going to give me some flyers to spread and stuff.”

“They’re so nice!” Seunghun has stars in his eyes. “Haven’t they helped us already giving you some ideas?”

“They have.” You were the one who helped to design the sign and also spread it around your university too, that’s how close you are to Byounggon.

“Of only you confessed Bex, if only you confessed.” Seunghun has the theory that you like him too, but Byounggon thinks he is completely wrong. You would have thrown a sign already, right?

“Nothing will happen if I confess. We have a special neighbors relationship, I’ve been the fool that caught feelings here, they have nothing to do.” Seunghun rolls his eyes, but decides not to mention the topic again, he knows his friend doesn’t like to talk about it.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. By the way, are you coming to Chan’s party?”

“I haven’t been told about any party.”

“Yes, it’s in two days, Friday night, Woong said it last night on our group chat.” Byounggon curses at himself for being so distracted, he should talk more on their group chat.

“I’m not sure, I'll tell you later."

He saw it clear Thursday night when he got home. He began working on songs and lyrics that didn’t satisfy them as much as he would like to. Besides, you said you were going to show up, but you didn’t appear that night.

“What a shame.” He thought to himself. “I really wanted to talk to them today.” It’s the main disadvantage of not being completely close.

To: Pompompurin

So, party tonigh?

He sent the message to his friend before going to the university and his answer didn’t take long to come.

Pompompurin(4)

I can’t believe we’re going to a party.

FinaLLY.

I was feeling bored already.

Hyunsuk will be there too!

He sighs, Hyunsuk is also one of his best friends, but he’s not the right person to party with right now, he knows it the moment his friend offers him a cup with more alcohol than soda to equilibrate it.

“What are you drinking, Hyunsuk?” He asks his friend right when he comes into the party as he takes the cup from him so that he doesn’t drink much more. He has heard from Seunghun that he’s having some difficulties in his relationship and apparently the only thing he does now is going to parties.

“S fine friend.” Hyunsuk answers as he slur words.

He ends up drinking two more cups to prevent his friend from drinking that much, but he forgets that his tolerance to alcohol isn’t as good as Seunghun’s or Woong’s, so we can say he’s not drunk, but maybe a bit tipsy.

“I’m bored.” He tells Seunghun. “I don’t want to drink more from Hyunsuk’s cups, he’ll end up making a cocktail out of the water inside the vases.”

Seunghun laughs.

“Wait here, I’ll go pick up my coat and we’ll leave in a few minutes, okay?” But Seunghun shouldn’t have trusted a tipsy, bored Byounggon. He’s never an irresponsible person, but he becomes one when he’s in that state. 

Byounggon ignores Seunghun’s calls, who thought he was still inside the party and was looking for him like crazy. On his way home, he thought of something he could do now that he could blame it on the alcohol, so instead of opening his door to come into his lonely apartment, he knocked at your door.

“301? What are you doing here?” You ask sleepily.

“Hi 303, I thought I’ll see you yesterday.” He says casually.

“Are you drunk?”

“Just tipsy.” You have only seen your neighbor drunk once, and the only difference was the strong scent of alcohol and that he was more flirty than usual. You know it’s bad to listen to drunk people, but when that night he opened his front door for you to come into his apartment and literally begged you to put him to sleep as he explained to you his life detail by detail, you could feel your heart warming up.

You know everything about Byounggon, but he forgot you know the following morning. You guess he thought it was his friend Seunghun and that’s why he asked no questions.

“Just tipsy? Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing mee.” He complains and laughs it off. “No, seriously, I’m perfectly fine, just more confident than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you want to come in?” You don’t know why you’ve asked him that, the boy you are absolutely crazy for? Half drunk? At your house? Without your roommate to be seen? Dangerous.

“I actually do. Someone told me they were going to show me some flyers, but didn’t appear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I missed you. I have been so worn out, I needed your light.” You feel your heart sinking and you have to remind yourself that he’s drunk.

“Okay, let me show you the flyers.” You do what you’re the best at, running away to calm your stupid heart down. You come back with a huge variety of flyers with colors and shapes and take a seat on the couch. He decides to follow your example, but he’s closer than you expected

He looks at the flyers amazed and you begin to rant about this one and that one and their stories behind. At some point, his eyes are not on the pieces of paper anymore, and they’re completely focused on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask him when you realize.

He shakes his head.

“You’re just very cute, 303.”

“Oh shut up.” You try to ignore his compliments, knowing he has a flirty personality when drunk.

“You are cute, but I’m tired of this.” Your heart stops.

“You’re drunk 301, let’s talk when you’re sober, okay?”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk, just braver than usual. That’s why I finally have the guts to say that I have like a huge crush on you.” You are completely shocked to say the least. Did you hear it right?

“Like a huge crush on me?” It is all that you can say.

“Okay, actually I really like you but it’s weird I mean, I don’t even know your name.” The fact that the Byounggon you use to know becomes a little child when he’s nervous and with alcohol in his system hits you when you realize he’s both, nervous and drunk, at this moment.

And, as you are nervous too, the only thing you can do is laugh it off.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouts. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk to say this, I should have guessed that you weren't going to take me seriously.”

“You drank so you could confess?”

“At first that wasn’t my purpose but let’s say it ended up like that, yes.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know, let’s not bring me down even more, okay?” You then realize that this is the moment, you must say what you feel now.

“Does the fact that I love you back makes you feel a bit better?” You ask the question smoothly, almost as if it wasn’t something that concerned you, but the truth is you were even more nervous than him.

Everything fades away when he smiles widely, happily. Your heart skips a beat, he’s defenitely the closest person to perfection in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll let you kiss me tomorrow, if you remember everything that has happened this night.”

“How can I let you know? Do you want me to kiss you right when I see you tomorrow?” The way he says it makes you blush, how can he take it like that when you still haven’t recovered?

“Please no! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Then what?”

“Call me by my name.”

“And what’s your name?” He asks, approaching you dangerously.

“Y/n.”

“Sounds nice.” He’s still getting closer and closer, but you don’t feel the need to move away. “You’ll always be my 303, though.”

You may or may not have finally kissed more than once that night. 

[minghaoyoudoin]

Hotel

pairing: bestfriend!non-idol!bx x bestfriend!fem!reader

genre: smut with minimal plot - beat it, minors!!

words: 3k

warnings: dom!byounggon, sub!reader, one bed trope, hair pulling, grinding, multiple orgasms, somnophilia if you squint (but both parties are awake and consenting when they start goin at it), oral (f receiving), fingering, use of the pet names “baby” and “good girl”, lots of dirty talk, choking, praise kink, a little degradation, unprotected sex (don’t do it y'all), begging, marking (sorta), bx is hung, creampie, aftercare, and that's all folks!

a/n: thank you anon for requesting 😉! as always, please leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed it! also, this includes a brief mention of hyunsuk from treasure, everyone say hi hyunsuk. happy reading!!

“I swear I requested a room with two beds.” Byounggon held up his hands defensively at the accusatory glare you gave him.

“Does this look like two beds to you?” You gestured dramatically at the lush, very solitary queen-sized bed taking up the center of the room. Abruptly exhausted, you heaved a sigh and dropped your duffel bag on the floor. “You know what, it’s fine. It’s big enough that you won’t kick me in your sleep, anyways.”

Byounggon nodded, still looking guilty even though it wasn’t really his fault. If anything, it was yours. You were the one who had insisted you stop driving for the night instead of taking shifts behind the wheel.

You supposed this was just the result of an impulsive road trip, anyways. Things like getting the last available room in any of the hotels in the area came in the description. And if you had to share a room with anyone, you were glad it was Byounggon.

He was your best friend of nearly five years. You had met through your (now ex) boyfriend Choi Hyunsuk, and your relationship with your friend was arguably more emotionally complex than it had ever been with your partner.

You’d broken up with Hyunsuk a month ago and Byounggon, apparently sick of your moping, had proposed a road trip to clear your head. It didn’t matter that your best friend had started looking different to you, recently. Less like…well, just a friend. After all, what was the worst that could happen on a road trip with him?

You eyed the single bed again and instructed him to shower before you, using the time to text your friends at home an update about stopping for the night. Once he had emerged, taking the time to intentionally shake his wet hair in your direction, you locked yourself in the bathroom and scrubbed any trace of the long car ride from your skin.

Thankfully, Byounggon was somehow already asleep by the time you were done, steam following your footsteps as you exited the bathroom. You dressed quickly, not bothering to root through your bag for a clean bra and underwear, just pulling on a t-shirt and some pajama shorts.

When you checked your phone as you crawled into the bed opposite him, the time read 1:30 AM. You settled down quickly, attempting not to disturb Byounggon’s slumber as he softly snored beside you.

…And unfortunately, quickly discovered you couldn’t sleep.

You peered at the digital clock on the bedside table, now reading 2:15. At this point, you weren’t sure you’d even be able to sleep at all. There was something about Byounggon, peacefully sleeping only a foot from you, that made you unreasonably jittery.

You couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to roll over and look at his face. Maybe even touch him. You could wake him with a soft kiss to his lips, just to try it. He would probably stare at you in shock, but after a moment, he would desperately crush his lips to yours in a frantic attempt to taste you. He would worship your body with his tongue and those beautiful hands of his, then—

Get ahold of yourself!

You forced the runaway train in your mind to screech to a stop. It was just exhaustion clouding your thoughts. That’s got to be it, you thought to yourself. You’re just really tired, and he’s your best friend, and for some reason that’s making you horny.

You made a face at yourself in the dark. Your logic was weak even to yourself.

The mattress shifted beneath you and you froze. Did he know? You fretted for a moment that your vulgar thoughts had somehow woken Byounggon, as if that were even possible.

You hardly dared to breathe as he rolled and your breaths ceased completely when you felt his body touch yours. Byounggon’s chest met your back, his legs easily fitting with your own as he sought a comfortable position in his sleep. And, as if things couldn’t possibly get any worse, his arm slung over your waist, pulling you firmly against him until you were hopeless to find your way out of his grip without waking him.

This couldn’t be happening. Byounggon was spooning you in the middle of the night and you were so turned on that you thought you might burst into flames.

You were painfully aware of every place his body met yours, the heat of him permeating your clothes like it meant to touch every inch of you. He adjusted slightly and your cheeks flooded with color when his hips brushed your ass.

God, you’d never wanted to be touched so badly in your entire life. Your pajama shorts were soaked through and you subtly wiggled your hips, desperately searching for any sort of friction that would relieve the pressure there.

You sighed quietly as you rubbed your thighs together, savoring the insignificant amount of pleasure the action gave you. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Byounggon exhaled deeply in your ear and he shifted again, his hips touching you just enough to drive you insane. Completely on accident, your movements matched his, pressing your ass back just as his hips moved forward.

Byounggon’s breath caught. You froze. If he woke up now, you might just die of embarrassment. If he ever knew that you had been this turned on because of him, you would never be able to look him in the eyes again.

His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. His heart was beating wildly, much too fast for someone supposed to be asleep.

Oh god.

“If you keep doing that,” Byounggon breathed in your ear, “I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Chills erupted across your skin, your heartbeat speeding to a gallop. You could feel it between your legs, the heat and pressure there so intense that tears stung behind your eyes.

You twisted to look at him. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight coming in through the window, focused entirely on your face with an expression you’d never seen him wear before.

“Did I wake you?” You whispered, a thousand apologies in your voice. You felt very near to dying of embarrassment.

Byounggon’s arm around you moved lower until it was slung across your pelvis and, without warning, he tugged you roughly toward him so your ass was flush against his hips. Heat flooded every inch of you at the hard, impressive length you felt prodding insistently into your backside.

“I woke up before you started grinding on me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Unable to help yourself, you repeated the action as you half-moaned, “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to.”

Byounggon didn’t respond right away. He rolled his hips and you both gasped quietly at the sensation.

“If we don’t stop now,” his fingers dug into your hipbone as he held you in place against him, “I’m worried you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You whimpered low in your throat, reaching up so you could grip the back of his neck in a hand. Your fingers threaded through his soft hair and, almost like you couldn’t control the urge, you tugged at the roots until he groaned.

“Gonie, please.” You had no idea what you were begging for. This was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but you didn’t particularly care at the moment. You just knew that if he didn’t touch you in the next thirty seconds you were in very real danger of combusting on the spot.

Byounggon groaned again at your use of his nickname, his voice low and rough with lust. He rolled his hips into yours with newfound urgency, his hard cock straining through his pants. You tilted your face up until your lips were brushing, just barely, and you panted in time with one another’s movements.

At last, he slotted his mouth with yours. Whatever illusion of self-control you’d had vanished instantly and you eagerly kissed him back. You deepened the kiss and his tongue invaded your parted lips with an urgency that made you clench around nothing.

His fingers splayed against your stomach, holding you against him as he continued to grind into you. You whimpered into his mouth, aching to be touched. His fingertips traced your waistband once before diving beneath it, and Byounggon moaned into your mouth at the slickness he found waiting between your legs.

You nearly cried out at the first swipe of his fingers over your clit. He rubbed firm figure-eights over the spot with his thumb, his long index and middle fingers teasing your dripping entrance.

“No panties, baby?” He whispered against your mouth. You shook your head vigorously and ground your hips down onto his hand, shamelessly seeking pleasure from his fingers. “God, you’re so wet for me already. How long have you been thinking about this?”

Longer than you wanted to admit. “Too long.” You kissed him again before he could respond, taking his full bottom lip between your teeth.

You shuddered when his fingers at last slid into you, pumping at a pace that immediately had your legs quivering. His mouth covered yours, kissing you feverishly like he meant to absorb your moans completely.

You climbed steadily towards your release as Byounggon’s fingers expertly worked you, his thumb still rubbing glorious circles onto your clit. Your hips rocked on his hand, any trace of embarrassment lost in your desperation to cum.

“You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to be inside you—” He cut himself off when his lips pressed to the side of your throat, sucking hickies onto the skin there. It was almost painful, but his mouth left your skin tingling and the thought of the bruises he would leave turned you on even more. Your walls were clenching wildly around his fingers—if he kept this up, you wouldn’t last a minute.

“God, Byounggon, I’m gonna cum.” You gasped out, your hand searching purchase on any part of him it could reach. It finally settled on his ass, which you dug your fingernails into hard enough that his breath whooshed out of him in a hiss.

He removed his hand from your pants quicker than you could stop him. You let out an indignant noise and craned your head back to look at him just in time to see him suck your slickness off his fingers. Good god. He offered you a lazy smile when he saw your outraged expression, no doubt tinged with desperation.

“Not yet, baby.” He kissed you again and shifted away from you so you could lay on your back. “Need to taste you first.” You thought your heart might beat out of your chest as he kissed and licked his way down your body, removing your clothes as he went.

He sat back on his knees and tugged off his own shirt, his skin looking damn-near perfect in the soft moonlight.

“Shit, I’m gonna eat you alive.” You breathed, your eyes gobbling up the sight before you like you were a starving woman before a feast. Byounggon rewarded you with a smile that promised sin.

“You first.”

He settled between your legs, hiking your thighs over his shoulders as he roughly pulled you closer to his face by your hips. You gasped, your hand immediately sinking into his hair when his hot breath fanned across your naked pussy.

Byounggon licked an experimental stripe up your center with enough pressure that you moaned. Pleased by your response, he did it again, the tip of his tongue lingering to draw circles over your clit. His fingers found your slick entrance again and he easily sank two fingers knuckle-deep inside you.

“You’re such a good girl for me, so needy and wet. Do you want to cum?”

“Yes. Yes, oh my god.”

“Ask for permission.”

You tugged at the roots of his hair harshly, more to ground yourself to reality than hurt him. “Can I cum? Please, Gonie, let me cum, pleasepleaseplease—”

Rather than respond to your begging with words, Byounggon moaned against your clit, the vibrations making you clench around his fingers again. He hit your g-spot on every thrust, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hand as you climbed toward your orgasm.

You rolled your hips onto his face and he slung his arm across your stomach to hold you down. He hummed into you again, this time dragging his tongue lower so he could lap at your entrance. You watched him, breathless, completely enamored by him and the way he was making you feel.

It was watching Byounggon gently thrust against the bed, seeking any sort of friction as he worshipped you with his tongue, that finally sent you catapulting off the edge.

Your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm tore through you, so powerfully that your entire body locked. Your thighs unintentionally closed around Byounggon’s head. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest; he continued to lick lazy stripes between your folds, eagerly accepting any of your release that dripped from your entrance.

You only pushed him away gently when the overstimulation to your clit became too much. He grinned at the fucked-out smile you gave him, your eyes glazed and cheeks stained with color.

"You taste fucking incredible."

He crawled up your body, once again planting open-mouthed kisses to any bit of your skin in his path.

He removed his pants with ease, and at last there was nothing between you as his hips settled between your thighs.

Byounggon dragged his cock between your dripping folds, his precum only adding to the slickness there.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He palmed one of your breasts as he spoke, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You nodded frantically, already desperate for him again. “Want me to turn you into the slut I know you are?”

“Please, please fuck me—”

“So needy.” Byounggon chuckled and you clenched. You were so eager to be filled by him that you thought you might scream.

You locked your ankles around his waist, attempting to pull him into you by force if necessary. He laughed again, the sound so condescending that heat flooded your face.

“I’ll warn you,” he leaned down so his lips were pressed to your ear, “I’m big. It might hurt at first.”

“Don’t care, please, please—”

Your words cut off into a vulgar moan when his cock entered you at last. He was only able to get halfway in before you couldn’t take any more, regardless of the fact that you were already soaking. The stretch was incredible, though Byounggon was right—he was big, and it was a little painful.

He worked his way into you slowly, pulling out a bit before sinking in further than before. Tears pricked your eyes, a mix of pleasure and pain.

You dug your fingernails into his biceps, appreciating the way they flexed beneath your touch while he held himself above you.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit—ah—”

“You can take it.” You unhelpfully clenched around his cock at the guttural sound of his voice. You were glad to know that you weren’t the only one affected by this—one wrong move and Byounggon was in very real danger of finishing too soon.

After a few minutes of carefully stretching you to accommodate him, he sank into you until his hips were pressed flush against yours. Your legs shook around him, the pain from before replaced only by pleasure as Byounggon thrusted deep inside you.

“God, such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You pressed your head into the pillows as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping into yours at an angle that had you squirming. He groaned low in his throat every time you clenched around him.

His long fingers wrapped around your throat, applying delicious pressure to the sides while he pressed messy kisses to your forehead. His movements were already erratic, less precise—you were squeezing him so tight, there was no way he could last.

His hand not around your throat found your clit again, rubbing expert circles over it in time with his thrusts. You moaned senselessly, muttering praises and begging for him to make you cum again.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you? Come on, cum on my cock.”

He pulled you up with him until he was sat back on his heels, you straddling his lap. You instantly began riding him, your arms locked around his shoulders as you recklessly chased your high. So close, so so so close—

Byounggon let out a moan that you swore was the hottest sound you had ever heard. His hands shook as he gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, dragging you up and down on his cock at a ruthless pace.

You came for the second time with a cry and slammed yourself down onto him. He twitched inside you, filling you with thick bursts of cum as you clenched around him so hard that he whimpered.

Your sweat-slick bodies trembled in the aftermath of your orgasms as you held one another, still sitting upright with his cock buried deep inside you.

After what felt like an eternity, Byounggon removed his head from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. His expression was softer now, filled with something that looked suspiciously like adoration as he brushed your sweaty hair from your face.

“You okay?”

It was then you realized there were tears staining your cheeks, but they weren’t from sadness. Quite the opposite, actually. You wiped them away with the heels of your hands and gave him a beaming smile.

“Sorry again for waking you up," you said sheepishly.

Byounggon laughed and softly flicked your nose. “I’ll get woken up like that any day.”

He gently removed himself from you, having to force himself to look away from his release that dripped from your entrance. If he stared for too long, he might very well fuck you again.

He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tenderly cleaned you up, still offering kisses over the places his mouth or hands had left marks.

When you finally settled down again, you were too fucked out to think about the fact that your best friend had just sexed the life out of you. That was a problem for later.

Byounggon tucked your head beneath his chin, tracing feather-light shapes across your shoulder blades with his knuckles.

“Hey, Gon?”

“Yeah?”

You smiled to yourself and bit your lip. “If you’re fine with it, I’d like to just get one bed from now on.”

He laughed softly and swiftly kissed the top of your head. “I think we can make that work.”

follow for more shenanigans, thank you so much for reading!!

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© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

[foenixs]

CIX as College Boyfriends

note: someone get me a guy like this pls, or a girl, i'm not picky

includes- CIX x gn!reader, college!au, mostly fluff, slight smut + some crack/having fun with the prompt

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Byounggon

comes over to help you study, but you end up tutoring him instead (blanks as soon as he looks at you)

holds your hand during lectures and blushes when someone notices

likes to study in the park, surrounded by nature, but ends up taking a nap with his head in your lap as you read definitions to him and brush through his hair

cooks you dinner (aka ramen) when you're busy studying for midterms and makes sure you stay hydrated and get enough rest

sends you cute motivational quotes when you're apart to help you through your day

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Seunghun

studying? what is studying. would rather go on dates and make out with you than pick up a book

somehow, miraculously passes each semester through the "sheer strength of your love" (his words not yours)

is very corny, but it works to get him laid

goes down on you whenever you're stressed, or whenever he's stressed, or whenever someone somewhere probably is stressed (for good measures)

might seem like a typical fuckboy but ends up being your most loyal and long lasting boyfriend if you can put up with his cocky side

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Yonghee

"hey, babeee, I know you're quite stressed atm so I just cooked you this small, little five course meal. don't worry, it's really not a big deal!"

is extremely selfless and will neglect his sleep and studies just to take some work off your shoulders by doing your chores

he just wants to see you smile and be able to fall asleep stress-free

brings you coffee once an hour when you're studying at the library and offers to tutor you

to your surprise, he turns out to not only be a great househusband, but also a genius at making difficult subjects sound logical and simple

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Jinyoung

buys oversized hoodies on purpose and "accidentally" forgets them at your place, hoping you'll wear them the next time he visits

sends you mirror selfies with his dick out while you're studying, then acts all innocent when your grades drop

doesn't like his roommate (at least not as much as you) so he's always hanging out at your place

can't focus on his online classes for 5 minutes before his hands begin to wander up your thigh

he is always either horny or sleeping, either way he doesn't leave your bed unless it is to pee or get snacks from the kitchen

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Hyunsuk

buys you two matching bookmarks, matching beanies, mathing everything, so noone would ever get the stupid idea that you're not together

leaves anonymous hate comments, like "i can tell you're not brushing your teeth sometimes", under the facebook posts of the professor that gave you an F

scribbles in all of his books and sends you selfies of him suffering in the middle of his lectures

still lives with his parents, but sleeps over on your couch on most nights (is too shy to make a move on you and slip into your bed)

has a lot of friends but always makes time for you, even when his schedule is packed

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taglist: @femdomlieeh , @sub-hoshi-enthusiast , @subbyboyhaven

[shwazzberryswriting]

Head On Collision

Pairing: Yuta x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Romance, Strangers-to-Friends-To-Lovers, Slow Burn, but once you get there Porn with Plot

Summary: Yuta has a terrible misunderstanding with the university librarian

Word count: 13.8k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content, Spanking and Face Slapping Kink *Part 7 of my "The NCT Frat House Series"*

Author’s Note: This story really got away from me and I can't justify editing it down. I struggled so much with another long fic of mine, so I'm going to try a new approach this time and post this in 3 parts (please let me know if links don't work or the postings are messed up). Thank you for reading this mess. Writing for Yuta was...a lot. It was fun!

Also, I'm not an expert in BDSM and this is a fictional depiction, please do not use this as a guide of any sort. Please do your research and be with a partner you trust before diving into BDSM. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt they don't need to be given obvious warnings but I wanted to emphasize this.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

18.08.2021 - Sister Fic (feat. CIX's BX; no Yuta): Gon Gonie

[still-astray]

Hello Chapter: Hello, CIX

Nala joins the lineup for CIX.

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Everything that day had gone wrong so far. Starting from the second she woke up to someone drizzling cold water on her.

Then came the dance practice after school. Nala was not known for her dance skills, and whenever she messed up in the least it seemed like she’d never get it right.

Then finally it was not being able to eat dinner that night due to a diet. It wasn’t her fault she’d stayed at the same weight for months no matter what she’d done to try and lose a few pounds.

And that night, Nala was hungry.

So when she got the phone call from her brother Alex, the last thing she wanted to do was answer. But knowing Alex, he would scold her for not answering the next time he saw her. And Nala hated when her brother got onto her for anything.

It’s not like she needed a third parent. Right?

Sighing, she hit accept and turned the phone to speaker DK she wouldn’t have to hold it. “Alex, you had better have a good reason for calling at this hour-“

“I do,” Alex cut her off, sounding more excited than he had since getting placed into the lineup for the new boy group. “And you’re going to be thrilled, sis.”

“Spill.” Nala shifted on her mattress, still skeptical.

She heard Alex take a deep breath through the phone. “You’re in the lineup.”

It didn’t quite register. “What?”

“You’re gonna debut in CIX. With me.”

“What?”

“Listen. The lineup is BX, Seunghun, Yonghee, me, Jinyoung, Hyunsuk, and you. CIX will be seven now.”

“Wait, you’re not talking about Bae Jinyoung, are you?”

“Wanna One?”

“Duh.”

“One and the same. And BX and Seunghun were both on Treasure Box.”

“What?!”

“Well, it is what it is. Even if you hate us.”

“Alex Yamaguchi, you know that’s not what I mean. I just mean that I never expected this to happen.” Nala chewed her lower lip, suddenly nervous for what the following day might bring.

“Can’t wait to get you here with us.” Alex fell silent for a moment. “But you know, we’re getting closer to debut. You’re really going to have to step up the dance skills.”

“Anyone besides you who’d be willing to help me?”

“What, you’re still not accepting my help after-”

“Shut up. We don’t talk about that. Just answer my question.”

Alex sighed through the phone. “Other than your own brother, since Jinyoung is easily one of our best dancers-“

“Nope. Not Jinyoung.”

“Why? Scared of him cause he’s already famous?” Nala could practically hear the wink in her brother’s tone.

“I’m not elaborating. Anyone else?”

“Well, there’s always Seunghun-”

“Nope. Someone not previously known.”

“So you are scared of them because they’re famous!” Alex crowed triumphantly.

Nala sighed. “Let’s just leave that aspect alone. Is there anyone else?”

“Hyunsuk- that is, Yoon Hyunsuk. Choi Hyunsuk debuted in Treasure.”

“Did they combine Jaehyuk and Hyunsuk to come up with him?” Nala quipped.

Alex laughed. “No, actually, while his name would suggest that, he looks more like Hueningkai of Txt than either Jaehyuk or other Hyunsuk.”

Nala shook her head, too tired to fully comprehend. “Guess I’ll just have to wait and see for myself. So he’s a dancer but not previously known?”

“Fits all your criteria except for he’s tall.”

“You’re tall and I’m not scared of you.”

“I mean tall. He’s six two.”

“Oh-”

“But, the only members left to help you with dance are: Yonghee, who you’d be scared of because he’s a math genius, BX, who you’d be scared of because he was on Treasure Box, or me, who you don’t trust anymore with dance because of-”

“I said we don’t talk about that-” interrupted Nala.

“-that thing we don’t talk about,” finished Alex at the same time.

Nala sighed. “So basically you’re saying that I’m about to debut in a group where I’m probably going to be scared of all the members?”

“Most likely. I think you’ll find we’re not scary though. Sure, a few of us are previously known. Sure, one of us is tall. But you’ll get used to us.”

“Hope so. Say, your members aren’t hearing your conversation, are they?”

“Huh? What- no, gosh no. I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the fan on high because I knew I’d end up pointing out which members you’d be scared of. But I can hear someone banging on the door so I’d better go.”

Nala laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, you’d better.”

“Alright, sis. See ya tomorrow.” But before Alex hung up, Nala heard him yell, “Jinyoung, I swear if you bang on that door one more time I’ll-”

Then the line went silent. Nala set the phone down, giggling at the mini-exchange. Hoo boy, if that doesn’t describe Alex, I don’t know what does.

The next morning, Nala was awake bright and early- well, technically it was dark and early, considering that the sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon yet.

She’d stayed up late to pack, and although now she could hardly keep her eyes open, at least she didn’t have to pack this morning. She’d gotten a call from her trainee group’s manager right after Alex hung up, telling her to be ready to leave for the CIX practice room (and ultimately, dorms) early enough to be at the room at seven the next morning.

Stumbling through the room, lines from Insomnia by Stray Kids flitted through her head, eliciting a tired, half-hearted laugh. “Insomnia wasn’t even the reason I didn’t sleep,” she muttered, brushing her teeth and raking a brush through her hair. “Maybe I can catch a few winks before meeting CIX.”

Unfortunately, forty winks was an impossible wish. As soon as she exited the dorm she saw Alex waiting for her. “Alex, what the f-”

“Language, my dear sister.” Alex poked the tip of her nose.

“I was going to say frick, not the actual word.” Nala wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Maybe he would carry her to the room…

“Not a chance, sis.“ Alex pushed her upright and steadied her. “I don’t know why you didn’t sleep, but now you have to wake up.”

“Wake me when we arrive.” Nala flopped onto the floor and refused to move.

“Yonghee might tease you if you’re late,” warned Alex, but Nala could hear the smile in his tone. “Plus, aren’t you the one always telling me that first impressions are the most important?”

“So?”

“Lateness for the first practice doesn’t exactly give off a good first impression. And don’t you want to start off in the leader’s good graces?”

“Who’s the leader?”

“BX.”

Nala shot up and was halfway down the hallway before Alex caught up to her. “Wrong way, sis,” he panted. “It’s the other way.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

It was nearing seven when she and Alex reached the CIX practice room. Nala hung back, nervously biting her nails while Alex slipped inside the practice room to introduce her.

A moment later her phone buzzed with the go-ahead message. Taking a breath, she stepped inside before she could chicken out.

“Hello, I’m Nala-” She stopped short mid-bow, lifting her head and looking around suspiciously. “Alex, isn’t there anyone here?”

“Well, there’s me,” came a voice, and Nala jumped in surprise as a familiar figure came from around a corner. “Hey, Nala, nice to meet you.”

Nala turned quickly to see the speaker, and her eyes widened a bit when she saw BX- real name Byounggon, as she’d known him by before- standing there smiling. “H-hello-”

From across the room, Alex chuckled. “I kinda figured that would be your reaction, sis. Just wait till the rest of ‘em come out.”

“Alex, you planned it this way?”

“Well, you do get overwhelmed by meeting lots of people at once.”

“I… dang. I guess you really aren’t so bad sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t say that yet. You’re gonna hate me in a few minutes. Like, really hate me.”

“How so?” BX queried.

“Remember what I told you last night?”

Nala gasped. “You told him?! Alex, you little-”

Arms encircled her, preventing her from charging over and possibly hurting Alex. Nala struggled. “Alex, you two-faced little fox, you let go of me!”

“I’m not Alex,” laughed the voice of the one holding her.

Nala froze. “Then who are you?”

“Well, I’m not the one everyone knows is good at math.”

“So not Yonghee.”

“Right. I wasn’t on Treasure Box.”

“Okay, you’re not Seunghun.”

“And I’m not the youngest.”

“But the youngest is me,” pointed out Nala, “so that doesn’t really tell me much.”

“Okay, then, I’m not six foot two.”

Nala inhaled. “You’re Bae Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung laughed, swinging her gently from side to side. “Do I sense a Wannable?”

Nala felt a blush rise from her neck to her ears. “I may or may not be a fan.”

Alex hooted. “That means she’s a huge Wannable.”

“Aw, shut up, Alex,” mumbled Nala, embarrassed. “You’d react the same way if you were joining Blackpink.”

“That is not the point.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Whatever the case may be, I look forward to helping you with dance.”

Nala’s jaw dropped. “Alex!!!”

Alex howled with laughter. “Oh boy, this is going to be so worth whatever she does me to later.”

[cixthotshit]

Gon Gonie

Pairing: Lee Byounggon/BX x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, just a drop of Angst, College/University AU, Friends to Lover (established)

Summary: Getting BX to see that she had a crush on him was a lot more work than Piti had thought it would be

Word count: 4.3k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With A Sprinkling of Plot, Kissing, Nipple Play, MtF Vaginal Sex

Author’s Note: This is a sister fic to an NCT fic of mine at my NCT fic blog. You don't have to read the original fic to get into this one, don't worry! You can read this as a stand alone one shot fic. But if you're here cuz you read my Yuta fic first, OK, I didn't plan to write this, but I couldn't help myself. I love BX and I had a lot of fun writing this! Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, I try my best when proofreading but things always slip through. I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

Piti tucked a little of her yellow tshirt under her left boob, the underside of her breasts were sweaty. She bent down under her desk to check the connection of her computer and webcam before reaching behind her to pull her cotton pink shorts down. It was riding up her left butt cheek. Her fuzzy pink slippers made her toes sweaty, so she kicked them off, letting them roll over toward her wooden coffee table.

“I mean, I think I did it right,” she said, glancing behind her to see BX adjusting the lighting to the lamp she’d purchased 2 weeks previously. “If I can’t stream tonight, I’ll just tell Willa that I wasn’t meant to be a CamGirl. It sounds like such easy money.”

“You already have a big following on Insta,” he replied. “I thought you had sponsorships.”

“They don’t always pay,” she said, sitting on her desk chair. “Thanks for trying to help. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“No problem,” he said, his eyes fixed on the lighting in her living room. “At least you’re nice to me.”

“Suchin’s mean to you too?” Piti asked, laughing. BX had always received fairer treatment from Piti’s elder sister, but BX was much kinder to Suchin than Piti ever was. It was unfair for Suchin to be mean to BX.

“She’s been mean to everyone,” he answered. He sighed, pulling his phone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans. His eyes were glued to the screen as he sat down onto her baby blue couch. “She says that she’s stressed. I’m stressed too, you know?”

“What’s up?” Piti asked, walking away from her desk, which was set up beside the door to her balcony. She walked to the couch that sat beside her desk.

Sitting down next to BX, Piti took his left hand into her hands. There was a Bandaid wrapped around the top knuckle of his middle finger. She grinned, remembering when they’d FaceTimed in the morning. He’d cut his finger while cutting up an apple. For as long as she’d known him, he was prone to accidents.

They met when she transferred to a new university the previous year. He had always been her older sister’s friend, but she got along well enough with him that she could text or call him to ask about tech issues she had. Pressing her lips together to moisten the corners of her bottom lip, Piti had to admit that he’d become more than just her go-to tech person in the recent months.

Since starting his Film Studies, BX had come into contact with Piti more. He was filming partners with her sister. She was often trying to get Suchin’s attention, mostly asking her for help. Suchin had been busy directing and interviewing subjects for her documentary, so BX had become more reliable. He’d been the one to talk her through clearing out the clogged sink in her kitchen while he cleaned up the flesh wound on his middle finger.

His head rested against the back of the couch with his fingers half hidden behind the loose sleeves of his oversized grey sweater. His eyes remained glued onto his phone when she ran the tips of her fingers against his palm. Piti swallowed air as her eyes remained fixed on BX’s tongue licking his lips. The red of his lips reminded her of the Thai chili peppers she’d put into the curry she made for dinner. Her tongue burned with a sharp heat, remembering how hot the curry had been.

“I know our professor sucks,” he spoke up, his damp lips glistening under the lamp light. She released his hand, realizing he didn’t care what she was doing to his hand. The shaggy fabric of her periwinkle throw pillow cushioned her lower back as she rested her back against the couch. “I don’t know if film school is working out. Maybe I should have gone for medical studies. Do something in social sciences.”

“You’re still young,” she said, grabbing his hand again, giving it a squeeze.

His tone had sounded tired, more like he was thinking out loud instead of having an actual conversation with a human being, a very cute one too. Piti would remember never to give Film Studies a try if she wanted to keep her stress levels low. She bounced in her seat when he squeezed her hand back. Their eyes locked, and she gave him a half grin.

“You can change your career path whenever you want. Why do you think I want to give OnlyFans a try? I don’t know how long I’ll be this cute with such pretty tits.”

He gave a dry chuckle, his eyes returning to the illuminating light of his phone. His mouth was frozen into a handsome grin. Piti ran her free hand through her hair to stop herself from reaching out to touch the dimple on his cheek. She shifted herself to brush her chest against his arm, her heartbeat thumping rapidly up her back.

“Thanks for helping me,” she said, shifting her eyes to peer toward him. His eyes were lidded as he seemed to be reading something on his phone. “You help me out so much.”

“Come on,” he said before giving a scoff, tutting his tongue against the back of his teeth. His grin widened as his eyes returned to meet hers. “Of course. Any time.”

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked. She squeezed his hand again. “I’m sorry you’re stressed.”

“Thanks for listening to me complain,” he said, setting his phone down on the armchair.

“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes, pressing herself closer to him, “that’s hardly anything. Um, BX?” She squeezed his hand again. His face seemed to be coming in closer. The scent of Coke was infiltrating her nose as the warmth of his breath tingled her lips. “Do you think I’m cute?”

His lips touched hers, and she shut her eyes. Her entire face flared up in prickling heat. Her mind could only form curse words together as they flashed behind her eyelids in bold red letters. An overwhelming pressure built up in her chest, making her sinuses tingle uncomfortably.

He wrapped her into his arms, his hold warming her up. She broke their kiss, placing her hands onto his shoulders as she gave out a sob. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Piti?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Am I a bad kisser?”

“No, silly,” she replied, snorting a sob when she inhaled a breath. She shut her eyes as BX gave out a belly laugh. She groaned as she threw her face into his chest, fisting her hands into his sweater. “I like you so much, BX.”

Her voice was muffled, but she was completely embarrassed, unable to look up. She’d never liked anyone as much as she liked BX. When she’d realized that she liked him she did her usual flirting tactics. She put in extra effort into her looks when she met with him, such as when she called him to ask for assistance to set up her new webcam. It never failed to get her hookups’ attention whenever she was looking her most desirable.

Her yellow top was old, so the fabric was loose and slightly transparent. The hole at the hem near the left side of her hip was supposed to be tantalizing, she certainly always ran her fingers to play with the fabric there. The soft yellow and pink together made Piti feel like she was a colorful candy, ready to be unwrapped. But he seemed immune, uninterested.

“And it makes you sad?” BX said, his tone going low. His hold on her loosened.

She looked up at him, and the nerves in her jaw lit up, sending a warm sensation down the front of her throat. His gaze was soft, his lips barely parted. Tilting her head up, she gave a sniffle before kissing him. She shut her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows as she opened her mouth to capture his luscious bottom lip between hers. His tongue licked her lips, making her insides squirm like fish caught in a net.

“I like you,” she said again, pulling away from his kiss, the inside of her ears burning up. She’d never wanted to be the first person to admit to having feelings or attraction, but she knew there was more to her attraction to him than physical attraction. “I’ve been putting on my cutest clothes. I always make sure my hair is all bouncy and curly. And like, you never look at me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his dimple deepened as he smiled widely, touching his forehead to hers. “My mind’s been focused on the doc.” He paused. She shut her eyes as the warmth of his hand cupping her cheek sent a shiver down her back. “Holy shit, Piti. You like me?”

She opened her eyes and felt goosebumps form along her arms. His gaze was soft, and his eyes slowly drifted down her neck to her body. When his eyes met hers again she nodded gently.

“I’ve never wanted like, a boyfriend,” she confessed, her cheeks hot and her nipples hardened as heat surged down to her stomach, “but I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been going to bed thinking about you. And like, when you finally kissed me, like, I’m so embarrassed. I want you to like me back so much.”

“How can I not like you?” he asked. His thumb caressed her cheek, making her body warm up. He gave her a chaste kiss. “You’re always feeding me those rice balls with tuna. You thank me for the smallest things. We made that study playlist together and we split the songs up evenly. You’re the sweetest person I know.``

His hand touched her hip, massaging her before sliding it down to touch her thigh. She shook as his fingertips touched the bare skin of her inner thigh. His touch made her nerves light up in erratic flames, his fingers soft like silk. Her shaggy throw pillow was making her butt sweaty, but she didn’t want to break the mood by reaching behind her to toss a purple pillow aside. Every word out of his lips made her insides warm.

“You’ve got the most beautiful body, the softest skin, kissable lips.”

“Keep going,” she whispered, pressing herself closer to him.

“It’s brave that you live on your own,” he said, “and you’re never afraid to ask for help, either.” She pecked his lips. She’d wondered for weeks what he thought of her. Hearing him speak of her in nothing but positives filled her whole body with a comforting warmth. “Your confidence makes you hot, and lovely.”

“You’re like, the perfect guy,” she said, raking her fingers through his hair. His cheeks flushed and she planted wet kisses onto his cheek and neck. He laughed, his hands pulling her into his lap. “I’m serious, BX. You’re so patient, and like, you’re so caring to me. And you’re a beautiful man.” He groaned, shutting his eyes. She planted a kiss onto his left eyelid. “Your eyes are so pretty when you smile.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Your nose is cute.” She kissed his cheek. “Your skin is so much clearer than mine.” He chuckled. “Your lips are perfect.”

He kissed her, his tongue pushing against her lips. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against his. He groaned into her mouth, and she gripped onto his shoulders tightly as she felt a hand grope the inside of her thigh. He tasted like sugar and salt, the familiar blend of Coke and McDonalds fries filling up her senses.

“Fuck, you’re so bold,” she breathed out when she broke their kiss, the mixture of their saliva leaving a wet trail down her chin. She moaned, looking down at BX’s hand push up against her groin. His thumb pressed against the hood of her clit, and her hand shot down to grip onto his wrist. “Byounggon -”

“Gon, call me Gon,” he demanded, pushing his hand up and down against her slit. Red heat blinded her.

“Gon,” she said with a loud exhale. Blinking, she threw her fingers up to cover her smile as his cheeks flushed again, his head bowing down. His thumb drew circles against her, sending waves of heat deep inside, making her buck her hips. “Gon, oh my God!”

She gasped and bucked her hips again. His fingers slipped under her shorts, and she felt a hot flash of pride wash over her body. He’d grinned as he glanced up at her, feeling that she hadn’t worn any panties. Two of his fingers slid against her folds, applying pressure as they dragged upwards, making goosebumps form along her back and up her arms. Her grip on his wrist tightened as she looked up at him, his gaze drifting up to look her in the eyes.

“How do you worship your God?” he asked, his smile widening as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Calling me out already, that’s cute.”

“Gon,” she said, her cheeks hot. “Are you teasing me?”

“You don’t like it?” he asked. His hand slid away from her core, making her insides shake.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her grip on his wrist tightening again as she pressed her fingers against his hand.

“Hey, there’s a special word that you didn’t use,” he said, his smile disappearing.

“Gon?”

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his tongue warming her lips once more. His hand slipped away from her hold, moving to caress her hip. Throwing her hands up to his chest, she pushed him off as she opened her eyes.

“‘Please,’ is the special word,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes barely open. “I know you can be a brat, Piti, but I don’t tolerate brattiness well, not when my dick is involved.”

She gave a shy chuckle, biting her bottom lip when his eyes drifted down her body. His finger pinched the fabric of her top near her left breast, and tugged down. Piti felt the folded fabric slip away from the underside of her boob, and she smiled, feeling her cheeks flush.

“That’s been bugging me,” he said, his hand sliding under her shirt. She pressed closer to him as his hand warmed her up, making her body shiver with his touch. “Your tits are distracting.”

“I know they’re cute.”

“Let’s see how cute,” he replied, grinning. His fingers grasped onto the front hem of her shirt and pulled it up. He groped her left breast, his fingers pinching her nipple. Her core flared with a deep heat, and she squeezed her thighs together. “If you become a CamGirl, you better charge top dollar. Your tits...your breasts...titties of a Goddess.”

“You’re such a cornball,” she said with a chuckle, scrunching up her face as she shut her eyes. He gave a gentle, low guffaw. A wet, slick sensation pushed up against her right nipple, and her gut felt a hot pressure release heat into her body as a sharp pinch hit her nipple.

She opened her eyes and raked her fingers through BX’s hair, watching him lick and suck on her breasts. As his mouth moved to her right breast, he fondled her left with his hand. She moaned out his name, pulling him closer against her. His body felt so good against hers, she wanted to melt into him.

“Want to fuck?” she asked, cupping his face into her hands. She pulled him up to look at her face, forcing his tongue away from her hardened nipple. “Please, Gon?”

He gave a gentle chuckle as he tilted his head down to plant a kiss onto the side of her neck. She shut her eyes, savoring the deep, calming heat his lips gave to her body every time he kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair again. A low groan reverberated into the center of her chest as he kissed her there.

“Should we take things into the bedroom?” he said softly, making her face flush as he sat up straight. He pulled her body up against his. He touched her chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling her face close to his.

“Yes, please,” she answered, nodding before he gave her a gentle kiss. Her body lit up, and she pulled forward, deepening their kiss.

He broke the kiss, and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he cupped her face with one hand.

“You’re cute when you say please.”

She took a deep inhale of breath as her hand reached to touch his groin. He groaned, and then tilted his head down to kiss her. They groaned into each other’s mouths as she applied pressure onto his cock, rubbing up and down his growing erection. One of his hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it and flicking her engorged nipple.

Pushing him away, she stood up as she took her top off. She slipped her shorts off and tilted her head to her left before turning away from BX to walk to her room. She bit her bottom lip as she heard him get off her couch, the sounds of his belt buckle unfastening ringing loudly in the quiet apartment. She giggled, trotting to her room as she heard the heavy steps of BX’s behind her.

“Really?” he said with a huff. “You’re going to make me chase you?”

“You’re so stressed you didn’t even see me showing my ass off to you,” she called out behind her as she jumped into her bed, the springs to her mattress squeaking as she reached to her night stand to turn the lamp on.

“I’m sorry,” he said, walking into her room with his sweater in his hands. He stopped at the foot of her bed, tossing his sweater to the floor. Her cheeks flushed and she felt adrenaline rush up her body as BX looked at her on the bed. “You’re beautiful.”

“And you’re hot,” she replied, standing on her knees, reaching over to grab his hands. “Come on, Gon. Please? I’ve been so horny for you.” “You’re horny for me?”

He gave a guffaw as she laid down onto the bed, letting him go. She shut her eyes and sighed loudly, resting the back of her curled fingers against her temples. She’d never had a partner stop to make jokes as she was naked in bed, begging him to fuck her.

The springs of the mattress squeaked and groaned as BX got into bed with her. Goosebumps formed up her legs and arms as she felt his body over hers, his left knee pushing her legs open. She gasped, opening her eyes, when she felt his hands grasp onto her wrists. Blood pumped furiously at her throat as he pressed her arms down into the mattress.

“So,” he asked softly as he looked down at her, his eyes moving up and down her face, “what will it take for you to call me again?”

“Gon?” she said against his lips as he pressed his lips over hers. She shut her eyes as his lips moved to capture hers. His thigh pressed up against her, and she moaned into his mouth as his thigh continually pressed up against her, the pressure of his thigh muscles flexing against her folds sent sharp heat into her body.

She breathed heavily through her mouth when he released her lips. His lips landed on her neck and his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin before licking and kissing the sweat off her neck and jaw. She took a sharp inhale of breath as his fingers tightened their hold on her wrists, her skin aching. The familiar wet sensation of BX’s tongue licking her tits returned as she exhaled out a sweet moan.

“Oh my God, that feels so good, Gon,” she said barely above a whisper. She squealed out a frustrated groan as his teeth captured the engorged bud on her right breast, grinding his teeth back and forth. Sharp, mind melting jolts of heat hit her groin like lightning. “Oh my God! Gonie! Gonie!”

“Gonie?” he said, his teeth releasing her immediately. Piti took in heavy, shaky breaths, her body so hot and her nerves so sensitive, BX was one thigh flex away from making her come. He kissed her lips. “That’s cute, Piti. Gonie. I’m your Gonie.”

“Gonie,” she said softly, breathing heavily, “are we going to fuck? Please?”

He chuckled, his fingers released their grip on her wrists and glided down her arms to caress her breasts. She arched her back and shut her eyes as her pussy was aching for his cock, her core wet and warm. A sharp heat hit her stomach as his hands kneaded her breasts.

“I like it when you ask in a sweeter way,” he said. She shut her eyes as his hand groped her right breast, her body radiating with a frustrated heat.

“Will you please put your beautiful cock inside of me, please?” she said immediately. He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The chuckles in his throat reverberated into her chest, sending sharp heat into her nipples.

When they broke their kiss, they sat up so she could grab a condom from her night stand drawer. She sat up in bed, and kissed his shoulder as she watched him put the condom on. He grinned at her, seeming to enjoy the attention. His hand stroked his cock before he laid down onto his back.

“What position do you like?” he asked as she laid down beside him, turning her body in toward his.

“Spoon me and play with my clit, please?”

“You’re so cute,” he said, his eyes lighting up as he smiled from ear to ear. “I like it when you say please.”

He kissed her before letting go of her so she could turn around to face her back to him. She felt a shiver ride down her body as his sweaty front came into contact with her back. His tongue licked her earlobe as his hand massaged the inside of her thigh, pulling her to lift her leg a little. She rested her head onto the pillow under her as she felt him enter her from behind. The kiss he planted onto her neck made her give out a gasp. His cock pulling the walls of her pussy apart caused her nerves to dance wildly, making her skin light up.

“Gonie,” she gave out a soft moan as she felt his hand fondle her breast.

He pushed in deep, and she gave a loud exhale. She grunted as he began to push in and out in a slow, deep rhythm, making her feel every motion of his cock. Desperate squeaks escaped her lips when his cock twitched inside of her as he paused, balls deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as BX’s hand moved between her legs, and she felt two of his fingers press against her clit.

She wriggled her hips against him as his fingers drew circles around her clit, and then spread to glide down against her labia before going back to draw circles around her clit. Her mind was spinning, like she’d ridden on a roller coaster where her legs dangled in the air as the giant machine she was strapped to made a giant 360 degree loop. Trying to focus, she thrust back as he pushed his hips toward her.

“Fuck,” it was his turn to swear. He groaned as he began to pick up a faster pace. She couldn’t keep up and shut her eyes as she threw her hand back to grab his hip to feel steady. Her fingers dug into his wet, soft flesh as he continually rutted into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Gon,” she panted out, “Gon! Gonie! Fuck me just like that.”

“It feels good when you squeeze on my cock,” he said against her ear as his fingers flicked her clit up and down. The sensations of sweat gliding down her back and chest overcame her as her mind went through another 360 degree loop. Her cunt clamped down on his cock as his fingers played with her clit. “Fucking hell, you’re going to make me come.” The bed springs squeaked and groaned in a furious, erratic rhythm as his fingers left her clit to grab the back of her thigh to push in deeper.

“Gonie, I’m gonna come,” she said desperately, her face unbearably hot. “You’re fucking me so good, Gonie. Your cock, Gonie!”

He guffawed, clearly on a high at her praises, keeping his fast pushes going. His fingers gripped onto the back of her thigh before gliding to grope her ass. Finally, his fingers returned to her clit, and she immediately lost herself. Three fingers rubbed against her clit before he captured her engorged bud between his forefinger and middle finger and pulled, milking her clit.

Champagne gold fireworks exploded before her eyelids as her body seemed to feel weightless, though she could still feel BX’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Her mind was spinning endlessly as her whole body tensed before an overwhelming calm overcame her, relaxing all the muscles in her body.

His hand moved up to massage her breast as he planted kisses onto her shoulder. His fast pushes continued as she turned her head over, opening her eyes slightly. BX bent forward and kissed her, closing his eyes. She gave a soft whimper as he gave a handful of erratic, sharp pushes into her. His tongue pushed aggressively into her mouth before he released her lips.

Spent, neither of them were able to speak, though BX withdrew from her. She shut her eyes and she listened to him move around, likely disposing of his condom. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt him spoon her, his lips warming her cheek.

“When can we do that again?” he asked into her ear, tickling her nerves and making her giggle.

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Thank you for reading!

[shuichi-sama]

Angel Alive

song inspiration: angel with a shot gun- the cab, rebel- cix.

pairing: human! bae jinyoung! x angel! reader!

warnings: dark schemes, death, resurrection, may contain some religious aspects, angst, angel vs demons, blood.

Summary: 6 months have passed since the tragic death of Bae Jinyoung's girlfriend, Y/n. Left in an abyss of loneliness and the inevitability to move on, Jinyoung enclosed himself only going out when needed and avoiding social interactions. But when Jinyoung's friend's think it's time for him to get back on his feet, they arrange for a day together meant for healing. Yet, as soon as a look a like of his deceased girlfriend bumps into him in broad daylight, he's left in a state of bewilderment and hollowness. The fleeting second that everything felt like it was going to be okay disappeared, along with his resolve to move on. She was the same head to toe, the only difference? Her memory was at loss and his girlfriend was six feet underground, right?

[minhoskofi]

chapter 4: in and out

warnings: smut :)

word count: 1.3k

masterlist

As the months passed, you and Byounggon continued to grow closer, your bond deepening with each day. The unspoken understanding between you felt so natural, and you reveled in the comfort and joy that came with being by his side.

However, there was a question that you couldn’t get off your mind. Despite the undeniable connection and the way you both already acted like a couple, there had never been an official conversation about your relationship. It wasn't that you doubted Byounggon’s feelings or commitment, but the absence of a clear definition left you longing for something more concrete.

One afternoon, as you lay on the couch behind Gon in his music studio, the question burned in your chest. Unable to contain your thoughts any longer, you mustered the courage to confront him, seeking clarity about where you both stood.

"Goni?”, you began hesitantly, “We've been together for months now, and I can't help but wonder... What exactly are we? Are we...like, a couple?"

Byounggon turned to face you, confusion evident in his eyes. He got up from his desk, coming to stand in front of you. He gently placed his hands on your thighs, his face hovering just inches from yours, his warm breath caressing your skin.

His voice sounded sincere, "Sorry if I never made it clear. It didn't even cross my mind because being with you feels so right, so natural. But if you need that official label, then…" 

Without another word, Gon leaned in, capturing your lips in an ever so passionate kiss. His hands moved from your thighs to cradle your face, deepening the kiss, as if trying to convey all the emotions that words could not express.

The question of your relationship status faded into insignificance. The intensity of the kiss and the way your man held you spoke loud enough about the depth of your connection. 

As the kiss broke, Byounggon with a shy yet endearing smile, found the courage to speak, "Well…I mean, if you want... could you, uh… will you officially be my girlfriend?", he rapped out the last few words and buried his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment. 

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable shyness, and with a soft chuckle, you replied, "Yes, Gon, I'd love to officially be your girlfriend.", almost mockingly. 

As Byounggon immersed himself in the creation of his track again, the rhythmic beats and melodies filled the air, leaving you with a boredom that begged for distraction. 

Deciding to entertain yourself and perhaps add a playful interruption to his creative process, you approached him.

Teasingly, you traced light patterns on his back, the gentle touch breaking through the intensity of his focus. Leaving a trail of seductive kisses along his neck and jawline, you couldn't help but revel in the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

Byounggon, feeling the unexpected caresses, found himself torn between two thoughts, “Is this how you show me your support or are you trying to turn me on… because it’s working.”

But as your advances persisted his concentration reached a breaking point. With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, your fingers deftly played with the buckle of his belt, the metallic clasp yielding to your touch. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoed in the room.

“So that’s how we’re playing…” Unable to resist any longer, Byounggon seized control of the situation. He turned away from his laptop, and captured your lips in a fierce and demanding kiss. 

With every kiss, every touch, the intensity grew and your hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and crevice with a feverish urgency, “Was this what you wanted?” Byounggon managed to mutter in between your lips.

Without giving him a verbal answer, your fingers reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it upwards, revealing tantalizing glimpses of your bare skin.

Gon's gaze intensified, his breath hitching as he watched the fabric slide over your chest, exposing the curve of your breasts. As your shirt fell to the floor, Byounggon wasted no time. His hands moved with a sense of purpose, his fingers tracing the outline of your body, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. He unhooked your bra, releasing your breasts, and the cool air caressed your skin.

With a hunger in his eyes, Gon's hands moved lower, his fingers undoing the button of your pants. The fabric slid down your legs, pooling around your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but lacy panties.

A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached for Byounggon's shirt, your fingers eagerly unbuttoning it one by one. The fabric parted, revealing his chest.

Your hands roamed his bare skin, tracing muscles, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, forgotten.

Byounggon's hands now found their way to your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, “Fuck me silly, Gon”, the words fall out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Patience, princess. Not before I taste you first”, Byounggon spoke against your skin as his mouth left gentle kisses down your core. The tip of his tongue lingered, drawing slow, sensuous circles over your clit, each rotation sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was deliberate and precise, building your arousal to dizzying heights. 

As the circles tightened, his tongue applied a gentle but persistent pressure, intensifying the stimulation on your clit. Waves of pleasure washed over you, making your body arch and writhe with an insatiable hunger for more.

“You’re so fucking wet for me”, Byounggon's tongue moved in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of your breath and the growing urgency of your moans. 

As his tongue delved deeper, you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you, building with every flick and every swirl. Your moans of ecstasy filled the room and the wet heat of his mouth enveloped you, “Please Gon, I need you inside me”, you breathed out, your voice filled with a desperate longing.

The words hung in the air, Byounggon’s gaze met yours, a wild intensity burning in his eyes as he settled himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips possessively. 

"Be a good girl now," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of raw need and determination.

As he slid impatiently into you, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation of him filling you completely sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

“Shit, Goni-”, almost inaudible words spill from your lips. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck,” Byounggon groaned, “you feel so good," he kept sliding in and out of you while leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline down your neck, the tightness of you just perfect to his liking.

Your moans mingled with his, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the studio. "Harder," you pleaded, your voice filled with urgency, "I want all of you." Byounggon complied, his movements becoming more intense and fervent.

"Gon, I'm so close," you whimpered desperately. 

"Let go, baby," he encouraged, "Come for me."

Your grip on him tightened, your walls squeezing him so intensely that he too could no longer hold back. With a final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, finding release within you.

The room filled with breathless moans of satisfaction. As you both came down from , your orgasms, your bodies still intertwined, Byounggon's voice filled the air. "That was incredible," he murmured, "I can't get enough of you."

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[hunsuks]

Vapor. | gonhun

pairings: gonhun (main), gonbae, hunhee.

genre: angst, dreams

word count: 1,827

a/n: i've always wanted to write something out of this plot and i finally found the perfect pair! the characters were originally switched up (like byounggon as seunghun and vice versa) but something made me feel like it would be better the other way around so if i missed some mistake from switching their names, please forgive me because i did it after i had someone read it for me. 🥺💛

p.s this is not a songfic but these songs fit this fic so much so you can also listen to them while reading.

"It's him."

Byounggon's heart started acting as if it was about to escape and rip his rib cage. For what felt like a myriad of moments passing by around him, he felt his feet glued to the ground. Numb and frozen on his state, he felt white heat drape all over him. His vision started to darken and his hearing started blurring out as well. He was going to pass out anytime soon but he has to follow him. He knows to himself that it's him. The man of his dream. It's Seunghun. The Seunghun who he have always yearned to meet in real life and not only in his deep slumber. The Seunghun that he wanted to hold in his arms not only fifteen minutes after he closed his eyes. He have waited all his life for this day to come. He can't let him go.

—

This world felt as if nothing could tear them apart. Not even the storm. Nothing. This world felt like the complete opposite of Byounggon's reality. In this world, he felt secured. He felt real happiness. He was euphoric. Because he was holding the dearest man of his life. He held him softly, with great caution but at the same time, so tight that it seemed like Seunghun would slip away in a blink of an eye.

Because he would. He was just a dream who would disappear like vapor the moment Byounggon opens his eyes.

For a moment and for the first time in Byounggon's life, he didn't ever want to wake up from a dream. Seunghun was his most beautiful nightmare; because he never had Seunghun in his reality.

The first time Byounggon started having vivid dreams, he woke up feeling like he never slept at all. He felt more exhausted than he should be from sleeping for almost half a day. He oddly felt like he was carrying a weight in his chest that he felt like sobbing it out and crying his eyes out would help him breathe but it doesn't. His dreams vividly, continuously, ran inside his head.

He never met this man, yet he was the most beautiful man he's ever seen in his life. He felt like it was pathetic to cry over someone he only saw in his dreams. But he never had dreams as clear as this. He can remember every detail from Seunghun's face. He can remember Seunghun's name.

He shook his head and went to wash his face with cold water only to face his restless self in the mirror.

"Are you this pathetic now?" he cursed to himself.

The insomnia he's been having for the past months after a traumatic good bye with Jinyoung left him restless. For the past months, he couldn't remember dreaming at all. He can't even remember if he was ever asleep. Still, he refused to be medicated leaving him no choice but watch the sun rise each day. This was the longest sleep he's ever had ever since that night Jinyoung said he couldn't do it anymore. And it constantly pains him. Even at this moment. The memories of that night tried to intrude in between the flashes of his dream.

He felt like he's carrying a piece of that world in his dream with him even in this world; with his soul. It felt too real to forget. Everything reminds him of Seunghun.

How can I even remember his name? I never met him, not even once as far as I can remember.

In his dreams, they were perfect. As perfect as what every couple in this world would admire to be.

—

"Welcome home, my love." Seunghun whispered to his ear as he breathed in Seunghun's neck, inhaling what oddly seemed to be a familiar scent. This is what home smells like. His heart have never felt this warm. There were no worries in his head while his arms were tightly wrapped around Seunghun's body while they were standing in the middle of an empty living room. The only worry going on in his head right now is the boxes that they are about to unpack and the furniture that they had to put in places within the day.

"Welcome home..." He answered as Seunghun placed a peck on his forehead and shuffled his hair.

Byounggon was aware that he was dreaming. But it felt too good to resist. He would like to watch this. Oddly, he would like to see what happens next with this beautiful boy with him.

'Don't open your eyes yet Byounggon, don't.' he thought to himself within his dreams.

"So this is what it feels like? We're really living together now. You can't let go of me now." Seunghun chuckled as he held Byounggon's hand, tight.

'I wish I can't.' Byounggon thought to himself as his gaze wandered around Seunghun's face, indulging every detail that he can, every detail that he wants to remember even if he woke up.

"I will never let go. You know that." Byounggon said as if he really meant it. Because that's how it felt like. He felt like those words came out straight from his heart to a stranger in front of him; even though he didn't feel like one at all.

They began to unpack all the stuff that they could do for the day. As enough as having the TV and the sofa in the living room and having the bed set in their now shared room. Byounggon vividly remembers every little detail. Even from the moment Seunghun accidentally hit his toe in the corner of the table and how he burned his tongue from the ramyeon that they cooked for dinner.

He have never laughed this much in a while. He was aware. It felt like he was living someone else's life but at the same time it felt so right to hold Seunghun's hand that fits perfectly with his, to kiss Seunghun's lips that felt like his was meant to meet. It was too surreal. He never encountered something that's too good to be true ever in his life.

—

And his life went on and so did the vivid dreams. Byounggon have never felt so excited to go home and sleep each day. It felt like he was living his life everyday just to sleep again; just to meet Seunghun in his dreams again.

He never told anyone about this. He was scared that everybody will tell him that he's crazy for having dreams that felt like a drama with consecutive episodes every night. He started getting convinced that he's living another life in another universe, a world wherein everything is perfect with Seunghun.

He was scared that if he told someone about it, he might suddenly stop seeing Seunghun in his dreams.

He knows that if he ever told someone about it, they would tell him to look for him in this world, but that was what he was most scared of. To meet him in this world. To meet this stranger in this world.

Until one day, there was no way to escape from his fears anymore.

He knew that this day would come. Somehow he wished that this reality was the dream instead.

The Seunghun in his dream is standing in front him. He have never felt this sure in his life. He scanned every detail from his face as Seunghun looked down at the book that he was holding. And he knows, deep in his heart that every detail hits home within him. A stranger never felt this familiar to him. Just like the first he met his Seunghun in his dreams, he never felt like a stranger at all.

"It's him."

Byounggon's heart started acting as if it was about to escape and rip his rib cage. For what felt like a myriad of moments passing by around him, he felt his feet glued to the ground. Numb and frozen on his state, he felt white heat drape all over him. His vision started to darken and his hearing started blurring out as well. He was going to pass out anytime soon but he has to follow him. He knows to himself that it's him. The man of his dream. It's Seunghun. The Seunghun who he have always yearned to meet in real life and not only in his deep slumber. The Seunghun that he wanted to hold in his arms not only fifteen minutes after he closed his eyes. He have waited all his life for this day to come. He can't let him go. But his fears were stronger than him.

'Does he know me? What if he doesn't know me? What if he does? Would I tell him that I know him? Does he dream the same dreams as me? What if he thinks I'm crazy?' Myriad of thoughts spiraled around Byounggon's head. He felt as if he was going to collapse.

'Of course I'm crazy.'

Seunghun is just a table and books away from him in his favorite bookstore. Never did he ever think that this is where he'll finally meet Seunghun.

For what felt like years of standing across him, Seunghun finally closes the book he was holding and started heading to the cashier.

Unconsciously, Byounggon's voice cracked as he slipped Seunghun's name out of his mouth way too loud without thinking.

A millisecond felt like an hour.

Thump. Thump.

He gripped the table to support himself, he knows he's going to fall soon.

Thump. Thump.

Did he hear me? Why is everyone looking at me?

Thump. Thump.

Is he going to turn?

Thump.

And he did.

Byounggon never thought he'll meet those glistening eyes ever in his life; in this world. But this is the reality. He tried to pinch himself multiple times but it was even harder to differentiate what's real and what's not. He was trying to convince himself that perhaps, this is the dream.

Seunghun's expression was hard to read. He was not shocked. Not confused either. Byounggon does not know how to identify what it says. Neither does he know how to tell how he's feeling right at that moment, he just wanted to run away but at the same time, feel Seunghun's warmth.

Seunghun's expression was suddenly bright. It was as if he was not the man Byounggon was looking at a few seconds? minutes? a million thoughts ago.

That smile. The smile that tells him that he's finally home. His comfort. His rest. His safe haven. He's looking at it right now. But more vivid. Realer.

"Seunghun-ah..." said someone softly from behind Byounggon.

And this time, it tears his heart rather than making it warm, because he was not the reason behind it.

He knew what was gonna come. He felt like he was gonna throw up but he watched a fairly tall boy walk to Seunghun from his behind and wrapped his arms around Seunghun's waist.

"I'm done choosing a book Yong-ah. Look."

[my-rae]

The theatre club |A silver boys series|

“It doesn’t matter how you got here, your age, if you really like acting or you prefer being behind the scenes. All that you need to know is that this club needs you, and once you’re in there’s no turning back. Theatre is way much more than putting on a show, we promise you that you will live the best years of your life.

Will you join us?”

Or when a group of 11 boys find themselves in a theatre club due to certain reasons and they live their most beautiful moments in life.

A/n: hello! Please give this project lots of love bc I’m very excited!! Since I have a lot of things to do this will have slow updates, but I’ll get the first story asap. Feedback is very appreciated! Thank you🧡

↓ s t o r i e s + o r d e r ↓

1. Kim Seunghun

The creator of the club. He has been acting ever since he was little and he has taken part in some tv shows and advertisements, always having minor roles. Still, he knows he could do better and that he has the ability to show the rest how to act, and he’ll be very pleased to do so. This project is his life and he himself have created it, it doesn’t matter how hard he has it at college, he will make it.

2. Lee Byounggon

Whenever Hun goes, he’ll follow. He know it has always been his friend’s dream, and he doesn’t want to ruin his fantasy. On the other hand, he doesn’t want his friend to suffer once he realises that nobody would join such a club, that’s why he has to learn some marketing, to make people join. All of this without his friend’s knowledge

3. Jeon Woong:

His friend’s first target. He doesn’t know how Seunghun and Byounggon have convinced him to join, but their friends needed his help and they promised him that it wasn’t going to be like the typical plays you do at school and that it will surely give him “something to remember forever” so he decided to have mercy. Who would have thought they were actually right.

4. Choi Raesung

He doesn’t know what he’s doing here. If music is his passion, how did he end up joining a theatre club when he couldn’t care less about it? Well, if he wants to be a great producer he needs to finish his degree clean, so he’ll probably need credits. Besides, he has heard that Seunghun and Byounggon, old friend of his, are the ones who created it. He’s not an actor, but they’re going to need help with the ideas, right?

5. Lee Midam

Midam knows he’s shy, he’s never been really bothered by that fact, after all, all he needs is to gain some confidence with you so he can talk to you. However, some events that take place in his life make him think that he needs to be a little bit more outgoing -but just a little-, and he doesn’t have a better idea that to join a theatre club as his “shock therapy”.

6. Choi Hyunsuk

He might have been a little confused -or a little drunk- because he really thought he was applying for a dance club. When he receives a call from his friend Byounggon thanking him for joining the club, he’s stupefied, but how can he turn down his best friend when he’s beyond excited? That’s why he decides to give it a chance, yeah, that’s the only reason, nothing else… Right?

7. Park Jihoon

He doesn’t know why the leader of his dance club has sent him -out of all the members of his club- to go undercover into another club. It’s stupid, there aren’t a lot of members in the theatre club, there’s no way they can beat them up, they will remain being “the kings of high school”. But, how can they be the kings if the ambient on the inside is as toxic?

8. Noa Kazama

Moving from another country is difficult. It’s a new life, a new world, with new people, a new opportunity to start all over. Such a shame that all he can see is the negative side. Overall when the people he has met are everything but nice, and he doesn’t know how to make more friends. He doesn’t even want to think about that stupid theater club his parents want him to join. All he can do is to pray for this school year to go by rapidly and come back to Japan once it’s done.

9. Kim Kunkyu

He’s not a loser. He has to remind himself that when he hears his parents talking about how his son wanted to dedicate his life to something as useless as the arts. He wants to sing, to dance, to act, to draw -even if he sucks at it-, because that’s what makes him feel alive. But he won’t give up easily, he’ll prove his parents and their parent’s friends how talented he is and how much he deserves their respect.

10. Kim Doyoung

Doyoung got there thanks to Yedam. He was somehow afraid of losing his best friend and, when he offered Doyoung to join him doing something cool he didn’t even hesitate. Now that he finds himself in a theatre club when he has no abilities to act, he regrets his life’s choices. But well, he thinks he can always help that short boy who thinks the ideas for the club with writing the script.

11. Bang Yedam

Yedam is good at everything, everybody knows it. He’s the straight A’s student, never misses a single class, joins every single club, can sing with the sweetest voice, can learn a dance in less than thirty minutes. He has a good heart and you just know you can count on him, that’s why he’s considered “the popular one”. However, nobody has ever seen him acting, and everyone wonders why he seems to freeze when he sees a play.

[teddybear-yn]

[lunch with cix]

*this is my first time trying a text au. lmk if you wanna see more!!

[speckofglitter]

silver boys react to public skinship

a/n: this was requested quite a while ago but you know me and my writer’s block hehe pls excuse moi

Yedam

A shy baby

When he feels you hugging him after his recording session he immediately freezes up as the other boys snicker

But he is a soft boi™ so he would be so happy and hug you back even tighter 

Midam

When you first started dating Midam you imagined he would be a little shy or uptight but not at all

He always has the cutest reactions to skinship, even if he might be a little uncomfortable in public

In fact, the first time you had the honor of seeing Midam blushed was when you kissed him after he bought you a snack at the convenience store

After that you two ended up having a competition of who could make the other more flushed whenever you went out #theextra

Hyunsuk

You were feeling unusually cuddly at Treasure’s weekly movie night 

Hyunsuk was definitely shook™

Usually you two have the image of the cool power couple so he wouldn’t be used to this softness

After he got used to it his usual cheekiness would come out as he whispered into your ear “Do you wanna cuddle in my room babe?”

Seunghun

Smh this boy is always holding your hand a little public skinship is nothing to him

You literally have to ask him to stop holding your hand so you can use it to get stuff from your bag

“But babe! I read in a magazine article that PDA will make our relationship stronger!” *pouts*

He would be in awe when you would actually reciprocate his skinship for once

When he sees you caressing his hand absentmindedly he smiles gently, beaming at his tiny victory 

Woong

Would literally s t o p b r e a t h i n g when you kiss him after his studio session (hehe get it? pls don’t unfollow)

Cue Woojin and Daewhi laughing and rolling on the studio floor because of Woongie’s cute confused face

He’s such a soft boy he wouldn’t be ashamed at all

On the contrary he wouldn’t leave your side for the entire day after that 

Byounggon

We all know my boy Byounggon absolutely loves skinship but he would be a bit surprised when you backhug him in the middle of the cafe you were at

“Babeee this is embarrassing, can we hug later?” he would whine, cheeks flushing

Would whine for a while and then get over it (but really who is he kidding cause he secretely loves it)

Doyoung

You and Doyoung were on a little shopping trip when you suddenly decided to hold his hand (he is a baby ok? ok.)

Doyoung was freaking out inside but obviously tried not to show it

Unfortunately that failed as his cheeks got warmer and pinker with every step 

Junkyu

A whole mess

When you kiss his cheeks in front of the other Treasure13 members he would definitely go crazy inside

His face literally goes 😳

Tries to play it cool 'cause he’s a bad boy (or so he thinks)

Jihoon wouldn’t had time to roast him cause he would literally blurt out “SHUT UP PARK JIHOON” as soon as you kissed him

Jihoon 

He would probably enjoy public skinship the most

Immediately hugs you back when you do it, even in front of the rest of Treasure13

Sometimes even initiates public skinship

Likes kissing your cheeks and watching you blush in front of his friends

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enjoy!

[jung1one]

lmao is ygs editor allergic to talent or smth