#dating skz

[lv-iceprince]

Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness

a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!

also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)

❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung

*siri play be mine by junji*

~sfw~

🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.

🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.

🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.

🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.

🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.

🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.

🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.

🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.

🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.

🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.

🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.

🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.

🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .

🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.

🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.

🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.

🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.

🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.

🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.

🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.

~nsfw~

🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).

🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.

🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.

🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.

🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.

🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.

🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.

🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.

🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.

🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.

🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.

🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.

🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.

🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.

🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.

[scorpioracha]

Dating Jeongin

Hi guys im sorry Innie’s took so long to write but I hope you enjoy this one!! This has not been proofread yet so if there’s typos it be like that���You know the deal, comments,reblogs,likes,etc

Yang Jeongin 양 정인

-whenever I think about dating Innie I just think of that shy first love kind of crush that has him stumbling over his feet and acting hella dumb💀 baby bread has no game and I’m so sorry to say it, this is an Aquarius man. His was of shooting his shot is staring in your direction like 😐 and then getting back to the dorms to ✨manifest you✨

-It takes a while for this boy to even establish a friendship—let alone even let his mind wander to dating. And when I say it takes a while, it takes a WHILE. This boy has been oogling over you since god’s menu was just an idea in the studio💀 you were a friend of their choreographer and he would just kinda 🧍🏻‍♂️ whenever you were in the dance studio. You held an unofficial official position at JYP, mainly running little errands,picking up coffee for the boys,etc. usually whenever you had free time.

-Hyunjin’s evil ass dubbed you dance studio bae and of course being the hyung’s they were, they wasted no time in teasing the boy both in and out of the group chat. Poor baby bread was a red bean bun half the time you were around😔

-You honestly thought he didn’t like you at first, he rarely spoke, and when he did kept it extremely formal—he wouldn’t even look you in your eyes when you handed him whatever he needed. Everyone was more or less friendly and you thought he was just shy.

-you didn’t let it bother you too much because vying??? For a MANS attention??? Absolutely not. whenever there was down time in the studio or you were called in on the odd day the boys weren’t practicing you realized the other seven were all pretty friendly. You got Channie’s seal of approval and the rest of them took to you pretty quickly. You earned yourself the nickname ‘little mom’ as you couldn’t help but fuss sometimes, you still had a job to do.

-This caused Jeongin to realize two things about himself. One, he’s the jealous type. And two, he doesn’t like that shit at all. If you thought he was shy at first he was just downright cold now.

-you could see him out of the corner of your eye grimacing half the time and the other half his face was just blank.

-It all came to a head one day when you got sick of his bullshit. It was a recording day and you were plucked alongside the rest of the staff to help keep up with busy work. You work exhausted. Channie needed a towel, Hyunjin needed coffee, Jisung couldn’t find his anxiety meds and Seungmin was being a brat—you were worn absolutely thin and it was going to be a long day. You brushed past Jeongin to help Jisung rifle through his backpack because he said and quote ‘moms find everything’ when Jeongin had the nerve to scoff. You had never about faced so quickly in your life.

“Yang Jeongin-ssi, I’m done with your princess attitude”you said, “you can dislike me, but you will not disrespect me”

He was baffled to say the least, and you had to deal with Bang Chan’s numerous apologies and stuttering explanations of how he doesn’t even know what happened or how Jeongin wasn’t really like this. You weren’t hearing it. The rest of that day was spent in uncomfortable silence.

-After that incident Jeongin was better, but there was still something off about him. You could always feel his eyes on you whenever you got a little too close to the others, it was really starting to get on your nerves.

-You finally got fed up enough to bring the issue to Chan and this man could not hold it together. Like you were so close to beating his ass because what was so funny🤨

-He told you to just go speak to Jeongin yourself and when you did, he was back to the shy and awkward little fox you originally knew him as. It took you exactly .02 seconds to connect the dots and when you did you honestly felt kinda flattered

“Yang Jeongin, do you like me?”

He got so defensive oml

“N-no! Why would you think that??!” But his rosy cheeks and flickering eyes were answer enough.

You just patted his cheek and said, “maybe actually spend some time with me and we can see where this goes, yeah?”

-From that moment on, you started to see a new side of him. He was no longer Yang Jeongin, he became Jeongin who smiled with a shy thank you when you handed him his coffee. Jeongin who tried to catch your eye during rehearsal and grinned when he had your attention. Then eventually Innie who weaseled his way out practice sometimes via maknae privileges to join you on your errands.

“I don’t want y/n-ah to be alone”he’d mumble

-That’s how you found yourself with in a Starbucks of all places laughing at a story from one of his childhood trips to the beach, iced americanos forgotten on the side. It was the first snow of the year and you still couldn’t fathom why they all wanted cold drinks. A simple twenty minute errand turned into almost two hours of you two trading stories back and forth. He was elated to know how familiar you were with Busan and went on a tangent about how beautiful it was.

-Sadly this was cut short by Bang Chan himself showing up at the Starbucks with his 😐 face to drag you to back to the company.

-There was an unspoken agreement that you two were going to see each other again.

-you learned that the real Yang Jeongin was a complete gentleman. Your second ‘hangout’ was spent walking around a mall as it was too cold to be outside longer than necessary. Jeongin greeted you with a hot coffee and blushing his way through explaining how he remembered you preferred hot drinks. As you went from store to store you soon realized whatever you touched ended up in his shopping bag. You thought it was a coincidence at first until your eyes had lingered on a shirt for too long and you found the sleeve peeking out of one of his bags. You drew the line when you entered a jewelry shop and he looked like a kid caught in the cookie jar when you told him to put the earrings back.

“I just wanted to…I..Y/n I really like spending time with you”he said, you went to speak but he quickly shook his head. “I had this whole thing planned out cause I’m not too good with words but…I would really like to continue spending time with you”

You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest “what are you saying Jeongin?”

“Be mine y/n…please?”

You couldn’t help but slap the back of his neck “Yang Jeongin, you idiot” nothing more was said but you did leave the jewelry store with the earrings in tow and his hand in yours. Close enough that your hips bumped and you could smell his cologne clinging to his winter coat.

-Things were different after that and because of him you learned that different could be good. He loved to tease and be teased by his hyungs and that soon got extended to you. Wiping off your kisses,sticking his foot out to trip you and randomly chasing you through the building were a few of the things he was known for.

-But he still smiled all the way to his eyes whenever you showed up even though you were there multiple times a week. Even in all his teasing he was still a doter. Coming over to kiss the top of your head in between run throughs, handing you his phone to order food and forcing you to go home when you came in dead on your feet.

-He may be the maknae of skz but he was still hyung at home and that kinda status isn’t something you shake easily. Older than you or not he still treated you like his baby, he was going to take care of you in whatever way he could. He was a lot more mature than he usually lead on, obviously he had to be.

NSFW

-as we established Jeongin has a jealous streak that goes a mile wide. Now that he’s more secure in your relationship with each other it’s not so bad, but it’s still so easy to push his buttons if you know what you’re looking for.

-All inhibitions go out the window if you test him and you’ll find yourself in the nearest lockable room with your panties down and his tee shirt in your mouth. he’ll say the filthiest things too while he’s pounding into you, it’s like he comes a different person.

“You just love to piss me off huh? You like when I snap, right?”he whispered in your ear, “if you wanna be fucked like a whore you can just ask and not act like one”

-He’s the type to want you to scream so everyone can know you’re just girl, but with the idol image comes idol responsibility. He satiates the urge by having your cunt dripping on the floor and down the black denim of his pants. He likes when you mark him up just as much as he marks you.

-He is big on hickies, once again idol responsibilities his can’t be visible but he loves when you suck on his hip bones and thighs before he’s forcing his cock back down your throat. You are not safe from hickies either, invest in a real good concealer or just deal with never being able to wear low cut tops because he’s obsessed with your tiddies. He loves the way they look, the way they taste and how pretty your chest looks covered in his bites and he bites hard.

-He’s only programmed with two modes, making love and fucking. Unless it’s an anniversary or you specifically asked him for it, you’re fucking. Hard,fast and nasty. He’s the type to spit into your mouth and tell you swallow it for daddy like the good girl you are with that stupid smirk on his face.

-and shiii ay ay captain 🫡

-We all know about Channie but this is the other one with the daddy kink. It’s unexpected but that’s exactly what Aquarius’ are. He treats you like a princess in public but has you cuffed to his bed with a wand on your clit in private. And don’t get me wrong, he’s also got a praise kink.

He’ll be railing you from behind and drapes himself over your chest to say “does it feel good jagi? Is daddy doing a good job for you? Show me how good I’m doing by cumming all over my cock, yeah?”

-Y’all try to reverse the roles a few times but you just get too nervous with his piercing gaze on you and he can’t help but coo at you and wrap you up in his arms cause fuck if that wasn’t the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

-but if you could actually get past his stare and stoic demeanor, he wouldn’t be too opposed to being on the receiving end…

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Targets and Watermelon | Felix

Summary: Felix decided he wanted to spontaneously take you for a short date at target

Warnings: none, just very fluffy

Notes: inspiration came from finding out Felix is ENFP

You had momentarily paused your nightly routine when your boyfriend suggested going out on a shopping trip. You had barely stepped into the apartment before he announced loudly that he was craving to do something spontaneous with you. He couldn't wait, he said, so it made you puzzled.

Still, after gentle coaxing and a lot of puppy eyes, Felix was always able to get his way. He even offered to drive, noticing that you were hesitant to even get back into your car. When you finally agreed, he couldn't help but shout in excitement as he raced to put his sneakers on. He all but dragged you down the hallway because you couldn't possibly be as quick as he.

"You wanna clue me in on what's happening?" You ask him with a glance out of the side of your eyes. You settled in the car, looking at the dark sky as it slowly morphed into a brighter area with street lights. "What's got you so...excited?"

He threw a charming grin your way. "I watched a lot of tiktoks on couples who do skincare together-stay together."

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. It was cute knowing he did certain cheesy things to feel a little more aesthetic from time to time. Felix had mentioned before that the aesthetic couple style is what he wants the two of you to achieve. Though, he knew it was something you hadn't mastered quite yet. He liked to follow specific couple activities to give you something to look forward to by the end of the week. Felix had a bucket list for the two of you when you didn't have plans.

"Target?" You questioned, shifting your whole body towards him once he parks. "Can I have coffee?"

He was anticipating you requesting coffee, even at such a late hour. "Of course." He sent you a wink before leaving the car.

Felix's hands immediately entwined with yours as he guided the two of you into the store. It was brightly illuminated, a stark contrast to the night sky outside, and you squinted to readjust. While you were doing so, Felix was already pulling you towards the familiar coffee place inside.

"I don't think you should have coffee," you mumble to Felix after hearing him order two of the same drinks. You both shuffle to sit at an empty table as you wait.

Felix had shrugged off your concern, his wide smile never fading as he reached across the table to encase your hands under his own. "I am so glad we came here."

You furrowed your eyebrows but laughed. "Why are you so excited? What plans do you have?"

"Paycheck, baby. I got that bonus in our account today and I'm feeling a little special."

Little did you know that Felix was enthusiastically waiting for the coffee in hopes it will keep him up late tonight. He had made things planned just for you and he couldn't wait for you to be just as excited as he. He didn't want to get his hopes up too much, but he couldn't help but imagine your reaction once the night was over.

After a moment you began to browse the store, leisurely holding one another's hands as you sipped at your drinks. Felix may have seemed to appear calm to those around you, but the intense look in his eye as he searched for the items in his mind and the coffee in hand, you were starting to realize just what you were in store for. He even pretended to pause in front of an aisle, clearly not the one he was looking for, to feign calmness. He felt entirely the opposite, though, wanting nothing more than to speed down the store and to the exact aisles he needs.

When you finally come close to the skincare products, Felix releases your grip quickly and races towards the area he knew. There, he reached down and started picking up multiple watermelon-scented items. He handed you a few sheet masks, cute headbands, and even some lip balm as he continued to sort through them all.

You picked up the lip balm and examined it closely. "Watermelon?"

He tucked a few more random things in between his now-full arms. "Yes! This brand has really good ratings. Also, they encourage using the same products as your partner to ensure the same results."

"Results? Like, face care results? What are you trying to do?"

He finally turns to you, smiling ear to ear and eyes large. "We're going to be a watermelon couple!"

Surprised by his random confession, you let him drag you to the next destination, stopping in front of clothes. There he found matching watermelon onesies and fluffy slippers. You were lucky enough to spot an empty hand basket to place all the items into as he continued to pick out more.

Finally, you placed your hand over his. "Sweetheart," you say gently, afraid to upset him. "I think this is enough watermelon for now. How about we get some snacks that we can have later and watch a movie? Smelling like watermelon and all."

You weren't entirely sure which influencers he saw online that gave him this idea, and you didn't think you wanted to. However, the happiness just rolling off of him was too contagious to ignore. Even if it meant you would need to stick to smelling like a sweet fruit, you would do it to please him. You couldn't deny you had fun when he found specific, but very odd date ideas.

"What brought all this on?"

Felix had taken the basket from you now, wanting to hold your hand once again. "I just knew an energetic, comforting night like now was exactly what you needed."

It didn't matter what you ended up doing, as long as you were with Felix you were content. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his way of telling you 'i love you', saving you from being shy in a public place. He attended to your needs and didn't turn them down when you had any requests. Even with a goal in mind, he loved being able to go off course and do things at the spur of the moment with you. As long as you two were happy, your dates were always the most fun.

"Did you know watermelons are fruit?"

[paulinathebrick]

Ok so I need to share/record this for two reasons:

1. Skylights are cool I mean it's like Batman. I'm not actually a big batman person but the light is still cool!

2. I think this is the only time I've heard myself and thought "oh that was cute". Like "the little guys happy about the skylights!" But it's just me. I've wanted so desperately for someone to see me like that especially a partner but it ended up being me of all people. Me my own policeman who watches every thought and action for signs of poor behavior so people don't hate me, me who what's every thought for hate, me who's always making sure I don't sound/seem like a creepy guy, me who is always watching for the signs of madness so they don't become scared of me and lock me up. Thinking about this actually made me cry, something I normally don't let myself do. And it was while waiting for some dumb boy who basically stood me up, predicated by being catcalled (for the first time), having a man tell me creepy things, and having a date postponed last minute and followed up by being cornered by a man until I took his damn number (for the first time). I just wanna have something like that song with the cats in yard of our house. But at least I was cute to me just for a little bit.

Tldr I had a tender moment with myself while being stood up. Where I saw myself the way I wanted him to see me. Also men were creepy to me for the first time. Twas a night

[hyunjining]

[Thought they were changing genres]

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN | 240726 @ GAYO DAEJEON SUMMER

[nonranghaes]

the last thing you expect to see this late in the evening is chris with a bouquet of flowers in his arms. he's dressed casually, sweats and baseball hat and all, but the bouquet was clearly carefully put together by whatever florist he found. knowing chris, he probably "knows someone" he could convince to put this together for you at the last second. you haven't been dating long (six months in a week and a half), but you know that chris seems to know everyone.

"... what are you doing here?"

"you told me no one's ever bought you flowers before," he says, rocking on his heels. "and... you said you like big gestures, so..." he holds them out toward you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning redder by the second. "... i really, really like you. a lot." but you know what he means: i won't say love until you say love, because that's what we talked about. it means the world to you, really.

but the sappy look on his face is enough to make you laugh, so entirely endeared at how bashful this silly, sweet dork is, and you accept the flowers. "why don't you just... come in?" you nod toward your living room. "i don't think you can stay the night this time, but i wouldn't mind some company while i game." your face is growing warmer as you take a tiny step back. "if you want to stay, i mean--"

he does. and he doesn't complain when he ends up sleeping on your couch that night, smiling like an idiot to himself. i love you, too, is what he wants to say when you insist he stays the night anyway, when you kiss him goodnight and tell him you'll make breakfast for both of you in the morning, when you tell him to sleep well.

you don't have to say it until you're ready... but chris knows where you stand. and until you are ready to say those three words to him, he'll keep saying it in gestures that scream it to anyone listening. just so you know where he stands, too.

[godslino]

PIECE BY PIECE | minho first date series. friends to lovers.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 6.2k genre: college au, mutual pining, fluff, angst warnings: drinking, referenced injury (very minor) summary: minho, on a drunken whim, asks you out on a date.

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin · · · ♡ series masterlist · · · ♡ taglist · · · ♡

a/n: finally!! the minho part!! i’ve been sooo excited about this one since i first got the idea. i hope you guys enjoy! once again any and all feedback is appreciated, happy reading <3

“Dude, I think it’s clean.”

Minho looks up from where he’s scrubbing the counter, eyes narrowed. So what if it’s his third time going over every surface in the kitchen?

“Are you going to help me or are you just gonna sit there and make more crumbs?”

Jeongin’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. He holds up his hands in surrender, the bag of chips in his lap crinkling. “I’m just saying. You’re acting like she’s never seen the place before.”

That’s the problem. You’ve seen his place. Minho has to stop the shudder that threatens to overtake his body at the thought.

“So you’re not helping? Great. Get out.”

“I live here!” Jeongin whines. “Why do I have to get out? You can’t banish me like this.”

“I can and I will. Now leave. I have two hours to make sure everything is ready and I am not going to vacuum for a fourth time.”

“Yes mom,” Jeongin rolls his eyes as he unfolds his legs from underneath him.

He stops just short of the kitchen counter, points an accusatory finger at Minho’s disheveled figure still hunched over an imaginary stain.

“For the record, Chan hyung would never do this to me. He loves my crumbs.”

Minho throws the scrub daddy at him.

🏠

The night it happens, all it takes is approximately three shots and a pep talk from Hyunjin for Minho to finally find the nerve to ask you out.

“You’ve got this,” the younger boy says, words slurred, his hands steady on both Minho’s shoulders. The bass thumps loud in the other room, drowned out by the walls of the kitchen until it’s nothing but garbled nonsense going in one of his ears and out the other, vibrations low in his chest.

“I’ve got this.” Minho repeats, the thrum of alcohol already spreading to his fingertips. He feels warm, light on his feet. His limbs are starting to loosen up and his insides are turning to jelly. He might even be floating.

“You look hot.”

“I look hot.”

“She’s gonna say yes.”

“She’s gonna say yes.”

“You’re gonna venmo me twenty dollars.”

“I’m gonna venmo you twenty dollars.” Minho parrots before he can even process what he’s saying. Changbin, who’d been watching the entire thing unfold from where he stands with his back pressed against the sink, snorts.

“Wait, what the f—”

“Go get her!” Hyunjin screams, pushing him through the door of the kitchen with one last pat on the back, “And send me my money!”

Minho stumbles over himself, just barely able to stop in time before he goes crashing into a group of people. The living room is crowded: there’s furniture pushed up against the walls, bodies pressed front to back in the middle of the floor, a makeshift DJ stand in the corner where Chan is controlling the music from his laptop, drink in hand. Minho catches his eye from across the room, the glow of the LEDs reflecting off the toothy grin he shoots his way, dimples on full display.

“Hey!” Minho feels someone grab his arm, and he turns to find you staring up at him. “Where’d you go? You said you were gonna get a drink.”

Minho follows your eyes down to where you’re staring at his empty hands. “I—uh, well. I ran into Hyunjin and we took a few shots.”

The pout you give him does nothing but spur on the fluttering of his chest, his brain still hyper aware of the way your hand was resting on his elbow. “Shots? I want shots!” you whine, and Minho has to avert his gaze from staring at your lips when your pout only worsens.

“How much have you had?” he tries to ask over the music. There’s a shitty pop song playing, high pitched and wonky. If he remembers in the morning, he’ll make sure he berates Chan about his DJ-ing abilities.

“What?” you scream back, tiptoeing to bring your mouth closer to his ear.

Minho is only a man. A man who's been in love with you since the moment you accidentally spilled your coffee all over Hyunjin in the quad during freshman year. He remembers that day well, remembers the way your eyes went wide and your lips parted. He also remembers the way he wished it was him with the large wet stain on his shirt, that way it was him that was offered to have his lunch bought as an apology.

He’d never admit it, but sometimes really late at night, when the moon is high in the sky and he’s feeling oddly sentimental, he counts his lucky stars that Hyunjin had been in a relationship at the time. Minho doesn’t know what he would’ve done had he been forced to watch the two of you hit it off—some form of arson, presumably. Anything to take the edge off. But because of the fact that Hyunjin was not trying to have his head cut off by said girlfriend at the time, he invited Minho along as some sort of collateral damage. That’s when the two of you became friends. Kind of perfect if you ask him.

With the jumbled mess of butterflies in his stomach that he gets whenever you’re near him, and the threat of the alcohol slowly seeping through his skin, his brain short circuits the minute your breath grazes the shell of his ear. When your hand follows not long after, fingers gripping the nape of his neck to hold him in place, he almost passes out.

“Min? What’d you say?”

Minho is rendered completely useless by you. Absolutely ruined. Your existence has thrown his entire plan to woo you off course and now his mouth is opening and closing like a badly programmed robot. Pathetic. Nuts and bolts for brains.

By the grace of God (or some other higher being that Minho’s never bothered to believe in until this very moment) he finds his voice, but not before you’re pulling back with a confused look on your face.

“I asked how much you’ve had to drink,” he says, straining against the music.

A saccharine sweet grin that has him seeing stars spreads across your face, “Not enough!”

Minho is not an enabler. Never has been, never will be. There was one time, back in that fateful freshman year that also introduced the two of you, that he let Hyunjin get blackout drunk. A terrible decision on his end, if the earful he got from Chan the next morning was anything to go by. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was finding remnants of the resulting hacking session for the following week. So yeah, never again.

But while Minho isn’t an enabler, he is smitten, and the way your hand feels wrapped around his wrist as you drag him into the kitchen has his soul threatening to leave his body. He thinks that maybe he could do anything as long as you asked. He also hopes you can’t feel the way his pulse is rabbiting beneath his skin, right under the press of your thumb.

“There’s, like, nothing here.” you say as you rummage through the cupboard near the window, nose scrunched and a frown on your face.

Minho laughs, rounds the kitchen island to crouch down and open the cabinet under the sink. “That’s because you don’t know where to look,” he smirks, pulling out a fresh bottle of tequila. “Also, Chan hyung is greedy. He knows people like you will go scavenging his supply if he isn’t careful.”

“I resent that.” you frown, taking the bottle from him. “Besides, people like me deserve to have fun too.”

“Mhm, sure.” Minho says, grabbing a solo cup. He holds his hand out for the bottle, pours just the right amount before sliding it over and following it up with a can of coke.

“A man after my heart.” you joke, holding your cup up to him in a mock toast before downing it in one go. Minho watches with so much focus, fighting against the way his head spins. He doesn’t even know if it’s the alcohol anymore, it might just be the effect you have on him. Dizzying—you flip his entire world on its axis in the best way possible.

Minho’s gonna be seeing your exposed neck in his dreams later, he’s sure of it—it’s branded into his memory.

“That…is so fucking bad.” you giggle, holding your cup out. “Another one.”

Minho clicks his tongue. “I don’t know…”

“Pleaseeee Min,” the lilt in your voice sounds oddly familiar. Minho holds his breath just in case you—yup. There it is. There goes that pout again.

It’d be so easy for him to lean down and kiss it right off your lips. He could blame it on the alcohol, maybe, but then that takes away from how he actually means it.

He sighs instead. “It’s gonna cost you.”

“An arm and a leg?”

“What? No—I meant some water.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Three shots and a full bottle of water later, Minho knows you’ve hit your limit. Cheeks flushed pink, a dopey grin on your face, pupils blown wide. Even in this state, Minho is certain that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Anotherrrr,” you slur, waving your cup in his face.

Minho shakes his head. “No can do. You’re cut off.”

“Please,” you whine, placing both hands on his shoulders, “I’ll do anything.”

Minho, completely taken back by the sudden closeness of your body to his, freezes.

“Anything?” he asks before he can stop himself.

This is stupid. You’re drunk. There’s no way you’re going to remember anything in the morning, much less within the next thirty minutes. He’s pretty sure that you’ll lose control of all your senses soon, which is why he’s already texted your roommate Jiwoo to unlock the door so he can carry you inside. Nothing he hasn’t done before.

“Anything,” you repeat, eyes going cross-eyed where they’re fixing on the mole he has at the tip of his nose.

This is stupid. But then again, so is Minho. A big, stupid fool that blames everything on the fact that he’s so in love with you it hurts. This might be the only chance he gets to shoot his shot.

Minho takes a deep breath, says something similar to a little prayer that’s more like Hey, if anyone’s listening, help a guy out, and hopes that the twenty bucks he sent Hyunjin works.

“Go on a date with me.” he says slowly, wincing when your eyes snap up to meet his gaze.

Well, there’s really no going back from that. The only thing that could possibly grant him redemption now is banking on the fact that you don’t remember anything in the morning.

Minho waits with bated breaths, watches as your eyes search his for a long while. He waits for the anger, the disgust, the visible repulsion that he starts to think might happen the longer the silence continues.

He’s about to backtrack, quickly conjuring up an excuse about how Oh, haha, gotcha! when your hands suddenly drop from his shoulders. You grab the cup, your chin tipped upwards, and hold it out for him to fill.

“Okay.”

“O…kay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Pour me another one.”

The next morning, when Minho all but drags himself into the kitchen in search of water and something to soothe the throbbing in his head, he nearly spits a mouthful at Jeongin, the poor guy too busy eating his cereal to realize he’s gotten a front row seat in the splash zone.

Y/N [10:34am]

so

when do you want to do that date?

🏠

Are candles too much?

Minho has options: clean linen, lavender breeze, ocean mist, warm vanilla. He really just needs something to get rid of the smell of cleaning spray.

He thought that having a night in for a first date would be ideal—less pressure, no unwanted attention, a bathroom that he can run into when he starts to hyperventilate if you smile at him for too long. But now that it’s happening, he’s convinced that every surface of his and Jeongin’s shared apartment will scare you away if anything so much as looks off-putting.

Minho is, to put it simply, freaking out. All the other times you’ve been over to his place were on a completely platonic level. Movie nights with all the other guys in tow, dropping off food that you felt generous enough to buy every once in a while, one time because you’d accidentally worn Minho’s jacket home from a party and needed to return it to him.

But this is different. This is a date. Minho’s not dreaming—he already pinched himself a dozen times in the bathroom mirror, tiny red marks on the inside of his forearm to prove it. He’s going to open the door, invite you in, cook for you, and then proceed to resist the urge to tell you how beautiful you are for however long the night continues on after that. He can practically hear Jeongin’s laugh in the back of his head, sneering at how pathetic his inner monologue sounds right now.

He needs to find another stain to scrub.

By the time you’re knocking on his door, Minho has changed his outfit seven times. Sweats were too casual, a button up was too fancy. Should he not have done his hair? No, that’s just lazy, the way his fringe is swept up and out of his forehead adds a nice touch that doesn’t scream Hey! I’m trying to woo you! You’ve never been the type to be impressed by grand gestures and shows of confidence anyways, he knows that well.

One time, when a guy from one of the frat houses hired the campus quartet to sing a song for you in the quad as he stood there with big beady eyes and a bouquet of roses in his hand, you’d all but ran from the scene, Minho following close behind as you called out to him over your shoulder. It’s one of his fondest memories. As soon as the two of you made it around the back of the science building, you’d doubled over in laughter, the both of you in disbelief at what had happened. Minho has had that information tucked into the deepest parts of his brain ever since, saved just in case he needed it.

(Later that night, in the safety of his own bed, he’d laughed maniacally at the situation. Something about watching you reject another guy filled him with a sense of joy he couldn’t explain. He just hoped he was never going to be on the receiving end of it.)

He does a quick once over of the kitchen: double checks that all the ingredients are out, blows a speck of dust off the glass stovetop, spins the tiny floral arrangement he bought so that it’s sitting at just the right angle. When the doorbell rings, the chime bouncing off the walls of the apartment, he visibly pales.

He has to reel it in, to remember that it’s just you. You might not even be here with any intentions other than to fulfill your end of the deal; one date in exchange for the extra three shots he poured you the other night. Minho takes a deep breath, grips the doorknob with conviction, and decides that he’s determined to show you the way you deserve to be treated. The opportunity is there, and he’s gonna take it.

As soon as the door swings open, every nerve that had somehow crept its way into his brain disappears, the sight of you standing on the other side immediately sending the anxiety scrambling and replacing it with fondness instead.

“Hi,” you smile, and Minho sees images of you coming home to his apartment flash across his mind. After class, after work, in the winter when it’s cold and your nose is tinted pink, on rainy days where the ends of your hair are damp and you have a wet umbrella in tow. He could get used to it. He’s so in love that it hurts.

“Hey,” he breathes out, stepping aside to make way for you, “Come in. Are you hungry?”

“Starving, actually. Been saving myself all day since I don’t always get to have your cooking.” You hop on to one of the stools, your attention momentarily stolen by the flower arrangement. One point for Minho.

I’d cook for you every day, he wants to say. But that’s weird, right? So instead, “Well then I guess today is your lucky day.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” You say softly.

Minho can’t see you with the way his back is turned, hands moving to grab out the knife and cutting board, but if he could he’d see the way your eyes are staring softly at his back, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

Conversation flows easily after that, despite Minho’s original worries about it being awkward. You’re not necessarily treating it as a date, and he isn’t really either. It feels more like a glorified hangout, just the two of you spending time together with the added glances and smiles that normally wouldn’t be there.

Minho finds it easy to get lost in you. He finds himself craving to know more about your day, about the things that’ve been on your mind lately and the hobbies you’ve picked up. Most of the conversation is a continuation of stuff that’s fallen through the cracks during the times you see each other, but he doesn’t miss the way you ask about him too, your eyes shining with genuine interest. It makes his heart slam against his ribcage.

“How are your cats doing?”

Minho looks up from the cutting board, follows your gaze to where it’s fixed on the scattered pictures that litter his fridge. “They’re good,” he says, smiling down at a head of garlic, “My mom sends pictures all the time. She says they claw at the door to my room when they miss me.” He smashes the garlic under the knife’s blade by hitting it with the heel of his palm. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

Minho, in a very flashy demonstration of what it means to be cool, calm, and collected, slices his thumb mid-chop.

“Shit.” he mutters, dropping the knife.

It’s not that bad, just a little nick, the surprise was mostly what scared him. He probably doesn’t even need a bandaid. But despite how small it is, nothing stops you from hurriedly walking up to him and taking his hand in yours, his thumb held closely to your face for inspection.

“Are you okay?” You turn his hand over between your fingers, the soft pads of them against his calloused ones. Minho is dumbfounded, struggling to find the words to say.

“Yeah—um, it’s fine. My fault. I was distracted.” He stammers out, pulling his hand back and holding it up. He wiggles his fingers, making a show of bending and twisting his thumb that, at most, has just a small cut on the side. “See? Perfect.”

Your face relaxes, and then you’re laughing. Why are you laughing? Either Minho looks like a complete idiot or he’s suddenly the funniest person in the world for being clumsy and reckless and almost ruining the night by losing a finger. Whichever one it is, he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to hear that sound again.

“Let me help cook, please? I know you said you would do it all but clearly you’re a threat to the integrity of this meal.” You say, bumping your hip against his to move him away from the cutting board.

Minho scoffs. “I wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t catch me off guard.”

“So what? You admit that I make you flustered?”

Oh.

Minho wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the—the flirting that’s clearly happening. You’re flirting with him, right? Why else would you have called him cute or given him that suspicious side eye after you asked that question?

You and Minho have joked around like this before, but it was always empty with no real feelings attached—as far as he could tell. You’re a naturally friendly person, getting along with others comes easy to you. He’s seen the way you talk to the other guys and has always just assumed he was no different in your eyes than they were. Sure, there were moments where maybe your hand lingered on his arm for a little while after he made you laugh, or the two of you would steal glances across the room. Sometimes when Hyunjin said something stupid you’d both catch the other’s eye and make a face, just another funny way of proving that you were both on the same wavelength most of the time. It’s kind of why Minho is so taken with you—he’s never met anyone that gets him the same way.

Reluctantly, Minho puts his pride aside and allows you to help. And as it turns out, you’re actually really good at cooking. Minho doesn’t have to instruct you much, and before he knows it you’re both working like a well-oiled machine, scooting past one another as you switch places between the stove and the sink, reading each other’s minds without even having to ask.

“Taste this.” You say, holding the spoon up to his mouth. Minho leans forward, front teeth poking out, and brings the spoon into his mouth. You cup your hand under his chin to catch any droppings, watching in anticipation as he smacks his lips together.

His eyes light up, big and brown and twinkling under the light of the kitchen. “Perfect.” He smiles.

“Oh you have—uh,” you stop him with a hand on his forearm just as he’s about to turn back to the sink, your other hand hovering next to his face hesitantly, “It’s just, um, your—here.”

Minho’s eyes go wide when your thumb swipes against the corner of his mouth, your touch feather light. It’s so intimate, the only sound being the music playing low from the speaker on the counter. He’s half convinced that you’re able to hear his heartbeat, blood pumping loud in his ears.

“You had some sauce…on your face.” You say shyly, your palm still pressed to his cheek.

“…Oh.”

Minho’s never really looked into your eyes from this close up before. He’s always known they were beautiful, the shape of them soft, full of nothing but the world. He can see himself in them from here, and, selfishly, he hopes you can see yourself in his, too.

He might be imagining it when your gaze flicks down to his lips for just a fraction of a second, but there’s no time to unpack any of that when the sauce starts bubbling over the edge of the pot, spilling on to the burner as loud sizzling and smoke fills the kitchen.

It’s chaos. The bottom of the pot is burnt and there’s only so much of it that’s salvageable. He only bought the exact amount of ingredients too, because this is a self-proclaimed no-food-waste household (as explicitly stated in the napkin contract he has with Jeongin, much to his dismay). So, hooray for conscious consumption of goods!

At the end of it all, there’s no one to blame. You’re both guilty of…whatever that was.

Minho tries to reassure you that it’s okay as he dials the number for the pizza place just down the street, simultaneously shutting down all your attempts to pay as an apology. It doesn’t matter to him, he’d do anything as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. At the end of the day, it’s another memory that he’ll hold close to his heart.

“Listen,” you say, swallowing down a mouthful of pizza, the both of you seated on his couch with a half-eaten box of pizza open on the coffee table, “I know you wanted to cook and all—which, by the way, I’m still sorry—but this is so good. However I’m sure whatever you made would’ve been better.”

Minho chuckles. “Stop lying,” he wipes his hands on a napkin, “I can guarantee you that whatever I cooked wouldn’t be as good as this anyways.”

“Stop selling yourself short, Min. You’re good at everything you do.”

The words fall from your lips so easily, like it’s something you’ve convinced yourself of long ago. Minho’s never been the type to bounce around from one thing to another, always choosing to stick with it until he has it down to a science. Cooking is one of them. Jeongin can attest to all the times Minho has berated him with tasting his latest dishes, chasing him around the apartment with a spoon. The words tighten themselves around his heart.

“I’m not,” he rolls his eyes, “But nine times out of ten, grease and mozzarella cheese are gonna win. I know that for a fact.”

You laugh, and the conversation gradually diverts into a debate about the top ten best greasy foods in existence. You’re heated, half kneeling on the couch with a finger pointed at him as you plead your case for onion rings, when your eyes go past Minho’s head and settle on the shelf of games in the hallway.

“You have games?” you ask, suddenly giddy with excitement as you hurry over to inspect the selection.

Minho watches with fond eyes, collects the plates and napkins to throw away. “Yeah, most of them are Innie’s. We don’t really use them. Sometimes when we’re drunk, other times when we’re bored and decide to wager money for fun.”

You hum, not really paying attention. Monopoly, Chutes and Ladders, some decks of cards, Uno—you scan the shelf until your eyes light up at what you find hidden at the bottom.

“Min! Can we play Jenga?”

“Jenga?” Minho asks, re-entering the living room. The coffee table is clear now, and he sits between it and the couch, his back against the cushion. “Isn’t that kind of boring? We have other stuff there.”

“It’s only boring if you play it the way it’s supposed to be played.” You roll your eyes. Minho turns to you when you situate yourself on the floor beside him and only momentarily contemplates running to the bathroom when your knee knocks against his. He’s been holding it together pretty well so far, however The Sauce Incident had him ready to book it if anything had gone further.

“Well how else are we supposed to play it?” He frowns.

“We make up our own rules.”

The pieces scatter across the wood of the coffee table, clacking as you diligently begin putting them together. “This is a date, right?” You ask, stopping for a moment to turn and assess his response.

Minho stills. He genuinely forgot the grounds on which tonight had even happened in the first place. Spending time with you makes him forget everything else. And, despite his fears in the beginning, being on a date with you has felt so natural that it almost seems like you’ve done it a thousand times before.

Your eyes meet. For a moment, Minho lets himself wonder what it’d be like if he went for it right then and there. “Yeah,” he says slowly, unblinking, hoping you can see the sincerity on his face, “A date. One of the best ones I’ve ever been on, actually.”

He almost cries out in victory when your face flushes pink. “Now who’s a liar?” You ask quietly, going back to piecing together the game.

Minho has learned something new tonight: he really likes seeing you flustered.

“Why do you ask?” he decides to cut you the slack, “Or what does this being a date have to do with Jenga rules?”

He waits as you finish the stack, your tongue sticking out in concentration. You’re so cute. Minho mentally pockets that image for safe keeping.

“Sorry, okay, it’s done. But basically, if we pull out a block, we get to ask the other person a question.”

“And if the tower falls…?”

“Hmm,” you think for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip, “Oh! I know. If you lose you have to tell me why you asked me on a date.”

Minho’s stomach flips. “Okay. If you lose you have to tell me why you accepted the date.”

Something unreadable passes over your face, but it’s gone in an instant. You hold your hand out for a shake, and Minho wraps his fingers around it gently.

“Deal.”

“Why are you taking all of the middle pieces?” Minho pouts.

The two of you have gone through a couple turns by now, throwing out random questions for the better half of fifteen minutes. Favorite colors, childhood foods you wouldn’t eat, the best memory you have from high school. Minho’s learned a lot, has fallen for you a lot more. But that was always a given. It’s impossible not to when he can feel the warmth from your body where you’re seated next to him, your presence overtaking all of his senses.

“Because I’m trying to win,” you laugh, putting your freshly pulled piece at the top. Just a little crooked, too. To piss him off. “Favorite movie?”

“Ponyo. Easy. My turn.”

“Seriously? Why Ponyo?”

“One question at a time, princess.”

He means it as a joke, really. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said until after the fact, the nickname making your heart skip a beat. Minho notices, the corners of his lips tugging downwards as he suppresses a smile. He manages to flick one of the side pieces until it gives way.

“What’s one thing you regret?”

“Ooh, getting deep I see.” You laugh, taking a sip of your soda. There’s a long pause, and then, “I regret spilling my coffee on Hyunjin that day.”

Minho’s brow furrows. You…regret it? He runs through all the possible reasons in his head. Surely it can’t be because you regret becoming friends with them, friends with him, right?

“Why?” He chances.

“One question at a time, princess.” You echo, laughing at his shocked expression.

You remove the last middle piece. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate our first date?”

Minho’s brain is going a thousand miles a minute. “A ten. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He says it fast, wastes no time in moving forward to remove his own piece. He doesn’t even notice that your cheeks have gone pink again, too busy itching to ask his next question.

“Why do you regret spilling your coffee on Hyunjin?”

Minho watches you, lets his mind wander to the worst possible thing you could say in this situation, and mentally prepares to book it to the bathroom.

You take a deep breath, “I regret it because I wasn’t supposed to spill it on him. I was supposed to spill it on you.”

Wait, what?

Minho blinks. “What are you talking about?”

This is humiliating for you. A terrible thing to have to admit. Up until this moment, you’d thought that this information would follow you to your grave. You press the heel of your palms to your eyes, “This is so embarrassing,” you groan.

Minho pulls one hand away. He’s not really sure what to say, mostly because he’s confused, but, “You can tell me.”

“I had…” you start, looking up at him slowly, “A plan. With Jiwoo.” Minho nods for you to continue. “I’d seen you and Hyunjin walking through the quad a few times, and I thought that you were cute, but I didn't know how to approach you. So I did something stupid and decided that I would literally just crash into you. But I fucked it up.”

I thought that you were cute. The words echo in Minho’s ears like a bell. All this time, all those stolen glances and lingering touches, all the ways you would make hope spike in his chest that maybe you felt the same—they were real.

“So you, wait—” Minho shakes his head, “So you’re telling me that all this time…”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Min, really. All this time.”

Minho’s never been skydiving, but he imagines that this is what it feels like. Free falling—his soul hurtling towards earth at a horrifying speed, slamming back into his body right here in his living room with a force so strong it would knock him off his feet if he wasn’t already sitting on the floor. You were interested in him first.

Wordlessly, you lean forward, pulling out a piece with practiced ease. Minho waits with bated breaths.

“Can I kiss you?”

Minho feels like he might pass out. “Am I dreaming right now?”

“You didn’t pull out a piece.”

He scrambles forward, clumsily nudging a piece on the side that ends up sending the entire tower toppling over. You smile at him, soft and sweet. “Looks like you have to pay up with an answer. You know, since you lost.”

Minho doesn’t care. “Because I like you,” he breathes out, “I asked you on a date because I like you. I like you so much, ever since I saw you that day. And, funnily enough, I’ve always wished you’d spilled that coffee on me instead, too.”

The confession feels like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He’s spent so long pining after you, laying awake at night thinking about how this would go down if he ever got the chance. He never expected for it to happen like this, much less for you to possibly feel the same.

Panic slowly starts to rise in his chest when you don’t respond. He watches as you reach an arm over, build a small tower out of a few pieces, and then knock it over. You turn to him with a small smile, “Oops, I lost too.”

Minho is so in love with you that it hurts.

“I accepted the date because I like you, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to ask.”

He doesn’t think twice before he’s surging forward, cupping your face with one hand and kissing you with a tenderness that has you melting into his touch.

There’s no fireworks behind his eyes, no big bang or grand display of whatever it is that happens in the movies. But there’s a warmth, it starts out small in the center of his chest and spreads throughout his entire body, lights his skin aflame and travels all the way to his fingertips. You’re like that. A gentle presence, someone who worms their way into the very essence of his being and burrows into the deepest parts of him, like it was never his to begin with. Kissing you is slow, and deep, and right. He wouldn’t want it any other way. Minho doesn’t ever want to stop.

He lets his other hand fall to your waist, pulls you closer until you’re practically straddling him with his back against the couch, your knees on either side of his hips. Minho lets out a long, drawn out groan when you tilt his head back farther, his lips parting and allowing you to lick inside of his mouth. It’s so good. So good. He can’t believe he ever lived without knowing what this felt like; lived without ever having you this close before.

After a while, Minho reluctantly pulls back, holding you by the shoulders. When he looks up, your eyes are half-lidded. You look utterly debauched, cheeks pink and lips swollen from how hard they’d been pressed against his own. “We should probably slow down.” He tries hard to convince himself, too. “Talk about it all, you know? I don’t—this isn’t a one time thing for me. I don’t want it to be. I like you. I want you to know that.” He says softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You lean into his hand, smiling when he flattens his palm to let your head rest there. “You’re like, so perfect that I want to kiss you until you forget your own name.”

Minho’s ears go red, his head falling forward until it rests against your collarbone. The feeling of his breath against your skin makes you laugh and run a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck fondly.

“This is gonna be so bad now that you say stuff like that.”

“Bad? No, I think it’s cute. You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” he whines, but there’s no bite to it. Not when he can look up and press a kiss to your lips. A dream come true. The entire world in his hands, exactly where it was always meant to be.

🏠

In the morning, when Jeongin comes back home, one hand covering his eyes just in case, he calls out,

“Everyone better be dressed! Or else I’m ripping up that napkin and making a new one with No fornicating on the furniture added into the fine print.”

When he doesn’t get a response, he rounds the corner, and finds the two of you nestled into the couch. Minho’s back is pressed into the cushions, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

Jeongin huffs out a laugh, sends a quick text to Hyunjin that reads: Negative. Clothes are still on. But they’re so cute it’s almost sickening.

He snaps a picture to send to the group chat, grabs a piece of cold pizza, and retreats to his room.

Yang Jeongin Fanclub

jeongin: [Attachment: 1 image]

chan: AWWWWWWW

jiwoo: i’m gonna cry

changbin: dude is that the good pizza from down the street?

hyunjin: FINALLY

hyunjin: wait

hyunjin: does this mean i have to send back his $20?

[tags: @palindrome969 @summergirlsmj @n1staytiny @strwbrrychannie ]

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5 STAR DOME TOUR 2023 [UNVEIL 13] | HYUNJIN ☆

[dandelions-143]

Dry Humping - Jeongin

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

In collaboration with @valkyriexo

Word Count: 1038k

Warnings: sexual content, intimate moments, mild adult language

No summary just smut under the cut

The bottle spun rapidly in the center of the circle, its glass surface catching the dim light of the room. You sat among your friends, a group of twenty-somethings who had decided that a game of "Seven Minutes in Heaven" was the perfect way to spice up their evening. The air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of alcohol, which had lowered inhibitions just enough to make this juvenile game seem thrilling.

You pulled your soft cashmere sweater tighter around your shoulders, feeling a shiver that wasn't entirely due to the autumn chill seeping through the walls. Your eyes were fixed on the bottle as it began to slow, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure everyone could hear it. The room buzzed with nervous energy, punctuated by bursts of laughter and playful jabs.

As the bottle's momentum waned, time seemed to stretch. You held your breath, your gaze darting between the bottle and the faces around the circle. When it finally came to a stop, your cheeks blazed with heat. The bottle was pointing directly at Jeongin, your long-time crush. He sat across from you, his dark eyes wide with surprise, a shy smile playing at the corners of his lips. The group erupted into a cacophony of cheers and wolf whistles, their excitement palpable as they urged you both towards the closet. Your legs felt like jelly as you stood, catching Jeongin's nervous glance as he rose to join you.

Your history with Jeongin flashed through your mind as you made your way to the closet. There had been countless moments of playful banter, his teasing always managing to make your heart skip a beat. You remembered the way his fingers had once brushed against your hair, sending electricity through your body. But physical contact had been rare, both of you seemingly too shy to bridge that gap. Now, as you followed him down the hallway, your eyes traced the broad expanse of his back, noting how his shirt clung to his shoulders.

The closet door closed behind you with a soft click, plunging you into a world of shadows and whispers. The small space was filled with the scent of leather and wool from the coats hanging around you, mixed with the faint cologne you recognized as Jeongin's. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the slats in the door, allowing you to make out Jeongin's features. His eyes met yours, a swirl of emotions evident in their depths - curiosity, nervousness, and something that made your breath catch in your throat.

"So, seven minutes," Jeongin murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. The words hung in the air between you, laden with possibility.

You nodded, unconsciously licking your lips as you searched for words. "Yeah... um, we don't have to do anything," you managed to say, your fingers nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The action drew Jeongin's gaze, and you watched as his eyes followed the movement of your hand.

Jeongin took a step closer, closing the already small distance between you. The heat from his body seemed to envelop you, making the tiny closet feel even more intimate. "But what if I want to do something?" he asked, his voice low and husky. The question caught you off guard, your eyes instinctively dropping to his lips before meeting his gaze once more.

"Like what?" you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. Jeongin's hand reached out, his fingers ghosting along your cheek in a feather-light caress that sent shivers down your spine. "Maybe start with this," he whispered, leaning in closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.

The first touch of his lips against yours was electric. Soft and tentative at first, the kiss quickly deepened as years of pent-up longing poured out. Jeongin's hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as your arms wound around his neck. The world outside the closet faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against yours, his tongue gently exploring your mouth.

Your body melted into his embrace, your back arching to press closer as the kiss intensified. Jeongin's hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your sweater. The heat between you grew, and you found yourselves sinking to the floor, your breathing coming in short, heated gasps.

Jeongin's hands grew bolder, squeezing your hips and trailing down to cup your ass as he pulled you on top of him. The new position allowed you to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours, including the unmistakable hardness of his arousal. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he ground his hips upward, creating a delicious friction that sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Your fingers tangled in Jeongin's hair, tugging gently as you returned his movements, grinding down against him. The thin layers of clothing between you did little to mask the heat and desire building between your bodies. You could feel yourself growing wetter with each roll of your hips, your sweatpants doing little to hide your arousal.

With a gentle but firm movement, Jeongin flipped your positions, pressing you into the carpeted floor of the closet. His weight on top of you was intoxicating, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Your lips met again in a hungry kiss, muffling the soft moans that escaped both of you as you continued to move against each other.

The friction of Jeongin's hard length pressing against your core through your clothes was maddening. Each thrust of his hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building a familiar tension in the pit of your stomach. It was a sensation you had only ever experienced alone, touching yourself to thoughts of him. But now, with Jeongin's body moving against yours, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered your name, the intensity was overwhelming.

You could feel yourself getting close, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your release. Jeongin seemed to sense it too, his hips moving faster, more deliberately against you. "Y/n, I'm going to... oh god," he moaned into your neck, his voice strained with need.

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your body trembled beneath him, your fingers digging into his back as you held him close. Jeongin followed shortly after, his hips bucking erratically as he found his own release. You both moaned quietly, lost in the shared moment of ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Jeongin pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch gentle and reverent. The sound of your heavy breathing filled the small space, mingling with the muffled noises of the party outside. You lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, your bodies still intertwined.

The spell was broken by the sudden click of the door opening, flooding the closet with bright light from the hallway. You both looked up, startled, to see your friends' amused and knowing faces peering in. "Time's up!" someone called out, eliciting a chorus of giggles and whistles from the group. Blushing furiously but unable to contain your smiles, you and Jeongin disentangled yourselves and stood, straightening your clothes before stepping back into the party, your hands brushing against each other's in a silent promise of more to come.

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[lv-iceprince]

☆ freckles & kkami’s dad~ dating hyunlix

*~siri play fairy of shampoo ~*

…sfw…

💮now, felix and hyunjin may be different types of material but they are both boyfriend at the end of the day.

💮felix puts his heart into this relationship, he is so damn dedicated to the relationship that he may forget to take care of himself, since he really just wants to do everything in his power so he can see you and hyunjin smiling.

💮but luckily the two of you are so whipped for your yongbok that he gets just as much love in return.

💮he knows that hyunjin melts at the sensation of his small hands tracing up and down hyunjin’s arm. he also knows the best way to braid hyunjin’s hair to keep it from drooping in front of his eyes.

💮as far as he is concerned his gentle touch is warm and meant for the two of you. While he can find himself fussing over hyunjin a bit more than he would like he doesn't hesitate to be a literal sunshine boyfriend for you.

💮if hyunjin captures everything on his camera, felix captures everything on tiktok. well maybe not everything but he loves relationshiptok with a passion. It doesn't matter how sickening it is he would totally beg the two of you to film a sweet little bumblebee tiktok.

💮literally the only trend you can convince hyunjin to do

💮it wouldn't be a hyunlix relationship without the three of you having a baking day, and while hyunjin doesn't really enjoy the sticky sugar and honey coating his fingers, he does like when you place his fingers in your mouth, your face innocent but your intentions something else entirely.

💮even if you're just putting extra effort into showing off for your boyfriends felix just smiles like a proud dad, because even if he acts like the more serious one he is just as shameless as the rest of you.

💮movie nights are never truly movie nights, either you're too distracted talking and bouncing around the place or you all fall asleep cuddling. if you want to really calm down their nervous energy just wrap them in blankets, cuddle them and give them nose kisses. they will fall asleep immediately.

💮hyunjin makes it 100% clear that when he is in a relationship you automatically adopt parts of his life. so before you and felix could even protest against him you were dubbed as kkami’s step parents. this includes family walks. which sounds fun until you realise hyunjin would rather you mind kkami while he explores the neighbourhood with his film camera.

💮he also forces you and felix to celebrate kkami’s birthday each year. while hyunjin prides over his sweet little family you and felix are cross legged on the floor with party hats trying to get kkami to stay in one spot.

💮dating hyunlix really is something pretty, but the prettiest moment is when you wake up. rubbing away your sleepiness you roll over to be greeted by a smiley hyunjin pecking a soft kiss on your lips. he knows that you would prefer to sleep in when you can, so even if felix is nowhere to be seen hyunjin will put special effort into waking up with you.

💮even if you’ve figured out the poly lifestyle, there is still moments where one will beg the other for more affection. maybe you are guilty of this since the boys get to be together most of the time anyways but hyunjin can really push for attention. it’s mostly subtle things like fishing for compliments or trying out different hair styles. But when that isn’t working he resorts to plan b, and b is for barging in on you and felix when you’re having a bath together.

💮he pouts removing his clothing. his attempts to seduce the two of you quickly falling short as he tries to fit himself into the tub. with some flailing and confusion you manage to keep him from slipping, holding onto your shoulders he looks down with a smile. not even his smile could prevent you kicking him out. which lead to a late night discussion with felix while hyunjin slept, head leaning on the others shoulders. “i think we need a bigger bath.” “lix how many times do I need to tell you, size isn’t the issue”

💮moral of the story, felix is whipped and would rather upgrade the dorms or his apartment to fit all three of you than tell someone to get lost.

💮felix is the prince of the relationship, his type of love is the type they speak of in old fairytales. it actually leaves you speechless, the way he goes about life as your boyfriend. doing chores, making you breakfast, giving endless cuddles and support, he does it all.

💮hyunjin is the most sensitive, he was also the most open to a poly relationship since he was so keen on being loved by both of you. he may seem pretty comfortable and confident around the two of you but he is shy and very deep into his emotions. but it has become second nature for you and felix to tend to your cuddle bug hyunjin anyways.

💮hyunjin isn't the most vain person ever, but he loves knowing his significant others are so pretty and attractive. if you try to go out of your way to impress him, colour him impressed. but even if you aren't aiming to impress he will always look up at the two of you with sparkling eyes before giving you his compliment of the day.

…nsfw…

💮you know the saying “they’re the devil in disguise”? It really rings true when the lights are dimmed and the three of you sit intertwined with each other. your back leaning against hyunjin's chest as felix dips his head back between your legs.

💮hyunjin is very loud and whiny, even when he is dominating one of you. you see, he loves to bring his flare for the dramatic into the bedroom with overexaggerated moans and whimpers. It's his form of encouragement. don’t mistake this for him being a submissive baby, you’ll be so caught off guard.

💮despite both being switches they can’t fight the deep seeded urge to completely dominate you. some days it’s hard to believe that the men in bed with you are your cuddly boyfriends. that realisation always comes later after the three of you are done.

💮sex isn’t something that just happens between the three of you. with their varying sex drives you actually find yourself having quite personal and intimate moments with one of them.

💮hyunjin is spontaneous, he would be the one pulling you and felix into his arms when he's feeling needy. he is rough and passionate, but since he is such fool for pleasure he would gladly let you or felix take control. however, he is honestly as in love as felix is. since he has such a deep and rare connection with the two of you he will always bring his most passionate self.

💮even though hyunjin is a true switch, his favourite position is having you ride him. he may never tell you this but when his fingers trail up and down your body, he feels like he is admiring a work of art, he is scared that his fingers will bruise or tarnish the canvas so he goes gentle. despite his fears you still remain as his living work of art.

💮no matter how soft he is, he has duality, some days love doesn't cut it. he wants hard and heavy sex, sex where he lets his secret fantasies see the light of day. he wants you to show him a whole other world, he wants you to make him beg and feel dirty but he also wants to put you in your place for being so goddamn sexy.

💮now felix. he may seem like he's going about his day being the most wholesome sunshine in existence but the moment his hand comes to meet your wrist, his eyes hooded and his voice husky you know you're going to have a little trouble walking.

💮felix in the bedroom is sin incarnate, he is observant every other time so you bet he knows what buttons to press to have you falling apart beneath him.

💮he is also very giving, so if he were to ruin you it would be from overstimulation or too much pleasure. giving is second nature to him.

💮his favourite form of temptation is using his voice, even if the words he says aren't overly sexual the huskiness and the sensation of his breath against your ear is your ultimate weakness.

💮when he is drowning in lust felix wants nothing more than for you to mark him and for him to return the favour. he doesn't want to rough you up too much but he can't say no to leaving harsh hickeys along your clavicle.

💮felix is so in love that the sex mirrors every feeling of affection he holds for you two, it almost feels territorial like he needs to claim you and hyunjin by charming you with his words.

💮when he is trying to grab onto either one of you and pull you closer his first thought is to gently grip your hair and bring you into to his lips. it should be rough, but felix always knows how to make the most desperate of things feel loving.

💮however, felix is still felix after all so when he isn't more lusty and he just wants a wholesome connection you will get a smiling, blushy felix. deep down he loves romance so valentines day sex? he will be so cute and happy. he makes sex feel like an exchange of all the words he never said to you or hyunjin.

💮even on the days when you are all too tired to attempt aftercare, there is still care involved. realistically, as hot as sex can be with them, it feels more like a deep connection. there are so many emotions at play daily and sex is the way you guys express that.

btw here’s a little extra hyunlix content from their latest tour 💕💕

[scorpioracha]

I understand how you feel !! Currently suffering from exams, but my last one is tomorrow!! I hope you’re doing well and staying healthy regardless. Here’s some fluffy thoughts to cheer us both up:

Chan coming back from work and finding you slumped over your desk, pen still in hand and your laptop cracked open as you snore lightly, exhaustion taking over from your countless hours of studying.

He chuckles as he shakes his head fondly, taking off his thick winter jacket and placing it by his shoes at your door before walking over to you and staring at you as you breath in and out, gently shaking you awake.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he almost whispers, his hand coming to your shoulder and rocking it back and forth. You groggily open your eyes, blinking a couple times to ground yourself.

“What time is it?” You ask, your voice thick with sleep as you stretch out your limbs, dropping the pen in your hand and swivelling in your chair to face him.

“Way too late for you to still be studying, that’s for sure,” he sighs, a small smile on his lips, appreciating how hard your working for your exams and how dedicated you are. One of the many things he appreciates about you.

Minho, who gets back from running errands all day to find you still hard at work, typing away for your essay that’s due soon. He scoffs when he comes home, rubbing his hands together from the cold.

“Have you moved at all from when I left this morning?” He asks seriously, standing behind you and putting his cold hands on your cheeks. You jolt at the temperature, scowling at him as you focus back on the white screen in front of you.

“No,” you mumble, knowing he will be annoyed. He hates it when you exert yourself, not wanting you to over do it. That, and you get cranky with him, which he also hates.

“You’re a pain in the ass, yeah?” He says whilst walking towards the kitchen, picking up the grocery bags and placing them on the counter. You don’t hear another word from him for the next hour as you work at your essay, finally getting to the conclusion after hours and hours. Right when you think he’s gone in a huff with you for being snappy, he walks back into your room with a tray full of food.

“Eat up, or I’ll delete your essay.”

Changbin can’t sleep. Even though he said he wanted to see you during your exam season and didn’t mind having to be quiet, he was starting to get fed up. He understood that you were busy with important tasks, he really did, but as much as he wanted to be in your presence, he wanted to be in your presence.

It was well into the small hours of the morning at this point as he tossed and turned in bed, the light from your computer and constant clicks keeping him awake.

“Are you going to sleep soon?” He asks you, sitting upright in the bed and abandoning the idea of being able to get some shut eye for the night.

You don’t bother turning your head as you reply. “Not any time soon, no. I’m far too wide awake, though I don’t know if any of my words are making sense anymore.”

Then, Changbin gets an idea. If you’re both not going to be sleeping anytime soon, might as well do something productive. He forces you to pull on some shoes and a jacket and you go outside, feeling the cold air hit you as the two of you walk around the park in the pitch black, enjoying how peaceful it is as you appreciate the much needed study break.

Hyunjin can get impatient while you study - not grasping the fact that no, you can’t just stop studying to watch his show with him, or read books together. He gets needy and clingy, until you finally snapped at told him that he needs to do something on his own for a while if he wants to be here with you while you study.

You had no idea what he’d decided to do after that, and while you felt bad for getting bitchy with him, he had to respect your boundaries. Right when you were about to apologise, finally finishing revision for the section you were going over, you feel his presence behind you.

He wordlessly slips a piece of paper in front of you. Upon inspection, you realise it’s a drawing of you, hunched over the desk with a concentrated expression. It was a truly beautiful drawing, and you turned to him to say as much, until he cut you off.

“I’m sorry for disturbing your studying,” he starts, though you quickly interrupt to tell him it’s alright, and you’re sorry for being rude. “No, you’re right, I need to learn to be in my own space when I’m with you and you’re studying. I can draw another one for you!”

Jisung is ecstatic when you finish your exam. It was online, so you’d been locked away in your room for hours now, working hard to complete the exam in the allocated time frame. He’d been on edge the whole time, knowing that you were nervous about the exam and hoping, praying, wishing you’d do well.

His knee is bouncing when you finally reemerge, your hair in a crazy state and your face drained of colour. Your bright smile contrasts this though, as he gives you a huge hug after jumping up from the sofa.

“So? How did it go?” He asks, impatient.

“I tried my best and I answered every question, so I’m pleased,” you answer truthfully, watching as Jisung’s eyes light up.

“Yay!” He almost squeals. “I’m so proud of you! While you were doing your exam I was thinking of all the things we can do now that you’re finished, and first on the list is celebratory ice cream.”

Felix can practically sense your tension a mile away. He’s been watching you crack your back for over an hour now, twisting in a way that just cannot be good for your spine. When you crack your neck for the umpteenth time, his tether snaps.

“You are my favourite person ever,” he starts, making you snap your head towards the source of noise that has interrupted your studying. “But if I watch you obliterate your bones like that one more time i might have to fight you.”

You laugh at him as you stretch, apologising for annoying him.

“It’s only annoying to me because you’re hurting yourself,” he complains, standing up from the bed to walk over to you and take your hand in his. “Come here and I’ll give you a massage.”

So you let Felix and his nimble fingers massage your shoulders and back, making you forget about all your work for an hour. By the time he’s finished, your back feels so much better, and you’re so glad you have a kind hearted person like him in your life who only wants to keep you healthy.

Seungmin might kill you in a minute. He’s been going over flash cards with you for two hours straight, and as much as he loves to help you with your studies, it’s driving him insane. At this point, he feels like he knows more about the subject you’re studying than you do.

“Did I get that one right?” You ask after reciting a perfect answer. Seungmin nods, his eyes almost drooping as he fights his boredom. The only thing that makes it worth it is your happy squeal when you get an answer right.

“How about this,” he says after that, putting the flash cards down onto the floor and leaning into your cross legged position. “If you get the next one right, we can stop and watch a Christmas movie.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You said I couldn’t watch Christmas movies until after exams so I would be in the proper festive spirit.”

“Veto. Give me a good answer and then come cuddle.”

Jeongin watched you prepare so hard for your exam, so when he picks you up after you’ve finished the in person test and you look deflated, his heart melts.

“Did it not go well?” He asks instantly, leaning over to unlock the passenger door of his car for you.

You shrug, huffing as you slouch into the passenger seat. “I dunno, but I was stressed and I ran out of time for a question. It was rubbish.”

He feels horrible hearing you talk so lowly, knowing the effort you put in to be able to get a good result. So, he attempts to cheer you up. He turns to you in the car, titling his head with a grin.

“Oh well,” he says. “You did your best, and I’m super proud of you for that. It’s just a stupid exam, hm?”

You chuckle, unable to resist his toothy grin. “Yeah, it’s just a stupid test.”

I hope you liked these little scenarios hahaha I hope it brought a smile to your face. Good luck for your finals! You’ve got this 💪🏽💪🏽

Hello first of all I think I’m in love with you—

Second of all just thank you?? So much??? This whole thing is tooth rotting sweet and has put the first smile on my face in hours today. I’ve honestly been feeling like shit about everything so this just means the world. Minho’s part reminds me so much of my roommate so that honestly had me hysterics bestie—especially since all of my exams right now are papers so I’ve just been cooped up in my room with my head spinning and all that fun stuff. And they’re both scorpios which is hilarious

Also how did you know I am currently weak for Channie 😩 this man has been in my thoughts,dreams,prayers,caffeine induced hallucinations,etc and this is the kind of tender sweetness I always love reading about him!!!

Seungmin my suengmoo he is so valid for that because I’d do the same 🥲

Virgos🫱🏻‍🫲🏾 impatience

And I feel like Jeongins part was so important!! I’ve experienced my fair share of failures and setbacks this semester and I feel like it’s so important to remember that exams don’t define you as a student and as a person.

I also want to say thank you for putting so much effort into this when you have your own exams going on, I can’t possibly imagine how tired you must feel right now. Please be kind to yourself, eat your meals and drink your waters. and SLEEP SLEEP IS IMPORTANT

I plan on going back to bed soon but I can’t say thank you enough times

[faunandfloraas]

Birth date analysis // October 25 - The Day Of Substantive Form

The Day Of Substantive Form

Those born on October 25 must give form to their ideas. Although they can be extremely imaginative people, their dreams and visions mean nothing to them unless they can be substantiated in physical reality. Those born on this day generally present a solid, earthly exterior to the world and, although often quiet, will give reassuring support to their families and friends. They serve as a rock on which their colleagues, students or employees can depend without fear of being let down.

More highly evolved October 25 people are not satisfied with only developing their physical self but want to universalize their substantive feelings for form and structure. The great opportunity and challenge for all October 25 people is to give shape to their fantasy and to translate their innate physicality into productive work. Consequently, they should take an interest in art, politics, literature, city planning, ecology or a host of other areas in which their solid, substantial natures can produce tangible results. Ultimately, however, they may progress still further, expressing a truly original creativity that reaches into more abstract or theoretical areas as well. All along the way they must beware of power urges getting out of control and being diverted into destructive or immoral activities.

October 25 people hate chaos and like to be in control of things. They may be very intolerant of those whom they see as flaky, abstruse or vague, and can be quite severe with such people. They frequently will fight to overcome their own uncertainties in their twenties, ruthlessly hanging in there no matter what and hammering away at themselves until they have built a rock-solid personality. In doing so. however, they may have to cut away a certain amount of sensitivity. They will have to beware of being too critical of those they perceive as less mature than they.

A great challenge for October 25 people is not to get stuck, either at the most basic physical manifestation of their personalities or at any further step in their spiritual evolution. Habit, repetition, comfort and financial security will tempt them to quit and rest at an acceptable level, giving in to the desire to luxuriate or vegetate and forsaking their ideals and goals. Another danger is that when young they will reach a high level of achievement in the physical realm and not know what to do with themselves when age comes on and this power starts slipping away. It is precisely here that the opportunity exists to graduate to a higher plane, but they will often struggle for some years before doing so. October 25 people are tremendously self-sufficient, but must learn to ask for help when needed and give others a chance to assume the dominant role from time to time.

Strengths:

Physical

Substantial

Dependable

Weaknesses:

Overbearing

Complacent

Intolerant

[seo-changbinnies]

changbin - mountains mv

[catmadeofsalad]

MC: Maniac

Asmodeus: Comflex!

MC: Hellevator!

Beelzebub: God's Menu!

MC: 3Racha!

Belphegor: Maknae on Top!

MC: Super Board!

Leviathan: Venom!

MC: Taste!

Lucifer: Red Lights.

MC: Social Path!

Mammon: S-Class!

MC: Youtiful!

Satan: Case 143.

Solomon: I'm officially too old for this.