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astraystayyh · 1 year ago

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You're sexy I'm sexy

Jeongin x reader. Friends to lovers. Lots of pining and tension. Innie has a fat crush. Mention of alcohol and drinking!

Inspired by You're sexy I'm sexy by Eric Nam, also by this moodboard by @chachachannah <3

Jeongin is out with his friends, and you. You're tipsy and sitting on his lap, and he doesn't think he can keep his crush for you at bay anymore.

skz song series masterlist.

a.n: 7/8 of the series and a little fun break from all the angst <3 can't believe there is only one fic to go now :")

Jeongin is out with nine of his friends, they are loud and boisterous, their laughter echoing throughout the small bar they're in. Yet, the only thing he can seem to focus on is you. You're giggling at a joke Minho just told, and it feels as if your laugh is molten sunshine, running through his veins and igniting him from within.

You squint your eyes as you take a sip of your drink, your nose scrunching up as the liquor grazes your tastebuds, and Jeongin can't seem to take his eyes off of you. He is enthralled by your every move, and you're not even doing anything.

He's had a crush on you for a while, four months to be exact- 120 days where his every waking moment was spent thinking of you. It happened so abruptly, taking him completely off-guard. He's never felt this way before- a blushing mess, putty in your hands, so pliable for you to mold however you want.

He shakes his head, tugging slightly at his black bangs. He remembers how you complimented him on his new color, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You’re always so nonchalant, in your way of touching him as if you don't leave him burning up in your trail. As if your knee bumping into his doesn't make electricity shoot through his body, as if your arm resting lazily on his shoulder doesn't make the world around him fade away, until all he sees is you.

You stand up to go get another drink, and Jeongin finally feels as if he can breathe again. "You're staring at yn," Hyunjin nudges his side with his elbow, and Jeongin drawls out a whine, hiding his face in his hands, "I know."

Some time has passed, and Chan has called over some people he knows, so now everyone is squeezed into this tiny brown booth with Jeongin at the end of it. But no one seems to mind the lack of space, everyone is delighted the exam season is finally over.

You come back, a red drink in your hand, and Jeongin can tell it’s you just from the intoxicating smell of your perfume. He's learned to recognize you through those small details- he can even distinguish your soft knocks on his door when you visit his dorm.

There is no place left for you in the booth, and you pout slightly. Jeongin goes to stand up to leave you his place, but you push him gently back down.

"Do you mind?" you ask, pointing at his lap and he startles, looking between you and his legs. He stays silent for a while, unsure of how to answer, and you smile slightly.

"Never mind, it's okay," you leave to get a chair but he grabs your hand abruptly, pulling you on top of his lap.

Jeongin doesn't know what's taking over him, he's never been this bold. But he accounts it on the one sip of alcohol he's taken, this, and the fact you proposed such a thing. He knows you're tipsy because your cheeks are tinted pink and you don't seem to mind where you’re sitting, on his lap.

Jeongin can't think straight anymore, too overwhelmed by the warmth of your body. You are everywhere, all at once, and he feels a sudden urge to bury his face in your hair and never let go. You move your hair to your right shoulder, and the scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. The curve of your neck is exposed, and he wonders what would happen if he grazed it with his teeth.

Would shivers run down your spin? Would you gasp softly, pupils dilating as if trying your best to take him all in?

You are laughing, again, and the melodic sound pulls Jeongin out of his wandering thoughts. He finds it endearing, how your entire body shakes when you chuckle, as if laughter reverberates through you from head to toe. Was it normal to be so aware of someone's existence? To know them more than you know yourself?

"Am I bothering you?" you turn to ask him, a soft smile on your face, and he shakes his head. It felt as if his tongue was tied in an impossible knot, he couldn't think, or dare to speak with you so near.

"You're warm," you point out, placing your cold hands on his heated cheeks. He closes his eyes, leaning into your cooling touch.

"Here, let me," you smile, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and shrugging it off of him. He simply watches as you place the discarded jacket on top of your lap, before rolling the sleeves of his white t-shirt a bit upward. Your hand lingers on his forearm, squeezing it lightly, and it feels as if you’ve sealed the skin with your palm. Anyone who gazes at it will be able to tell you touched him.

You lean your back onto his chest, and Jeongin tentatively wraps his arm around your waist. Your hand reaches up to play absentmindedly with his silver rings, and he wonders what you must look like to other people. He wanted them to think that you were a couple, he realizes. Maybe if enough people believed it, it'd become a reality.

The night passes and the place beside Jeongin frees up, but you stay on his lap. His chin is now on your shoulder, your back snug against his chest. He can feel every twitch of your body and every soft exhale you take, and he unconsciously mirrors your actions, as if looking for any way to intertwine your being with his.

He goes to grab a water bottle from the table but you hand it to him, unscrewing the cap in the process. You turn to face him, as he brings the bottle to his mouth, his eyes still fixated on you. A water droplet runs down his throat, and you trace over its path with your finger lightly, which makes his Adam's apple bob up and down furiously.

Your finger doesn't leave his skin- you are tracing over his collarbones now, and he licks his lips nervously. Your touch is barely there, it would be farfetched to even compare it to a feather. But it's you who's touching him, so he feels it, everywhere.

Your hand moves to rest on top of his chest, and he knows you can feel his heart beating widely in there. He thinks the entire room can hear it at this point. A testament of what you do to him, of what you make him feel. Only you.

"Hi there," you smile innocently and Jeongin lets out a dry chuckle, his hooded eyes gazing intensely into yours.

"Hey you," he whispers, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. His gaze flickers from your eyes, to your nose and then to your lips. It stays there, too enamored to possibly move somewhere else. You're talking, he knows you are, but he can't seem to hear what you are saying.

He can't blame it on the alcohol because he hasn't even drunk that much. But his mind is foggy with thoughts of you, of what he wants to do with you, if you'd let him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" you ask, a slight giggle rhythming your words.

"Do you even know how pretty you are," he says in awe before his eyes slightly widen in shock. Did he just say this out loud?

"Is that why you kept looking at me all night?" you smile, a hint of teasing in your tone, and Jeongin buries his head in your shoulder. "Shut up," he says lowly, embarrassment clear in his voice at being caught.

"It's okay, you're so pretty too," you smile, pulling his head away so you'd be able to look at him again.

His eyes find your lips instantly, like two magnets that can't help but be drawn to one another- fated to be together, no matter how much they try to stay apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathlessly, raw hope dripping from his tone. "We don't have to be something more I just-"

You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his, desperately, and he gasps onto you as if you're the oxygen with which he breathes. You taste sweeter than he could've ever imagined, and he's getting drunk from the way your mouths move against one another. He wraps his arm around your waist, thumb brushing your sides gently in an effort to bring you impossibly close. Your hands finds his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it, and it's as if you wanted this too all along. As if Jeongin wasn't alone in his longing for you.

Your lips are soft, immensely so, and he doesn't think he can go back to not kissing you. To preserving you in his mind as a fond memory, not when he knows what it feels like to have his mouth on yours.

"I want to be somebody to you," he says between kisses, desperation lacing his words. He doesn't care how needy he sounds. He's been waiting for four months. If there is a slight chance you like him back, he'd take it and water it enough until it blooms into something much more.

"You already are," you smile into the kiss, your teeth clashing against his which makes you both giggle. "You'll kiss me again when we are sober, right?"

"I'll kiss you for the rest of my life if you'd let me," he brushes his nose against yours gently, and you smile softly at him, wiping the remains of your red lipstick from the corner of his mouth. He places a tender kiss on your wrist, before pressing his swollen lips onto yours again.

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 11 months ago

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≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : fluff, angst if you squint, crying (reader feels a rush of emotions), implications of reincarnation, references to the heartstring symphony card, this will hit different if you've read his anecdotes and myth stories, porn with feelings (if it wasn't obvious yet), first time, kissing and making out, slight dry humping, softdom!xavier, fingering, nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming, soft sex, slight teasing, slight cursing, dirty talk, praise, use of pet name "angel", lmk if i missed any tags!!

sneaky link : pretty much a visual of what Goes On in this fic (for the most part) 🤭

wc : 4.2k+

There's no one else who knows you more than Xavier does, and he would prove it to you as many times as he needed to.

"Mmh..."

A soft sigh fell from your lips, shifting down to a pout as a he pulled away from you. "Why'd you stop?" You almost whined, and Xavier chuckled as he shook his head. In response, he only trailed his lips down your jawline; soft, fluttering, barely-there kisses all over your face if only to soothe you for the time being.

"It's late, you know..." He mumbled against your skin, feeling you shudder under his touch.

"But, Xavier...!"

You could feel the grin fighting its way onto his lips at your little complaints, and he moved back up, level with your eyes. But contrary to the tease in his actions, his eyes remained gentle. Soft, like every fibre of his being, and full of so, so much love and adoration. Feelings, you knew, that were only ever reserved for you.

"You're really not sleepy yet?" He ran his fingers through your hair, watching the way your locks would fall gently from his hands, almost as if soothed by the very sight. The contrast in his actions now compared to the way he'd kissed you moments prior only messed with your head, but as always, you found it hard to resist the almost puppy-like gaze he would give you in times like this.

This time it was you who shook your head, a failed attempt to hide the smile that was threatening to peek through. "Are you? I wanna stay up with you a bit longer."

"Well... You've already stayed awake with me the whole night," he chuckled, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as he pressed his forehead against yours. There was a hint of playfulness in the twinkle of his eyes, and you huffed—

"But not with you," you protested. "Fighting Wanderers with you hardly counts. And then you'll go off again somewhere in the morning..."

Your voice trailed off, and something in your words made his expression change in the slightest.

"Okay," he said, after a moment. Another kiss on your nose, arm moving back over your waist to pull you close. "But, are you... Having those thoughts again?"

"...No, I just..." His gaze never left yours, but you turned your eyes downwards, instead snuggling into his embrace. The way you couldn't complete your sentence spoke volumes, and it was almost as if you weren't bothering to hide it in the slightest.

"Sometimes, you're not very good at lying."

With a sigh, Xavier shifted to guide your chin upwards as if to get you to look at him. "I'm sorry, angel."

You would never tire of how expressive his eyes were.

The way they would widen, ever so slightly, in an almost pleading manner when he knew you were upset— The way they would dance with yours in a fondness so pure, and so loving. You had always thought he never quite knew how to express himself with you, having never been the type to say so many words at once. But by now, you knew, his eyes communicated far more than you'd have ever needed.

"You always say it won't happen again, Xavier, but... You always leave."

"...I know."

His voice became barely a whisper, and you didn't miss the way his eyes dropped momentarily to your lips.

"...And when you get back, sometimes you're still injured..."

"...I know."

You let out a breath, reaching out this time to brush the hair out of his face. "So... Won't you kiss me more?"

You watched as a smile slowly made its way to his features, and he moved closer, closer, lips just barely ghosting yours as his voice seemed to drop an octave lower. "Will that make it up to you?"

"Maybe. If you do it enough times to make up for your absence."

His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, taking in every bit of you as your lips parted for him, expectant and wanting. Then, he took it rightfully as your invitation for a little more, and his lips were back on yours immediately, captured in the most tender of kisses that had you melting in his arms.

Elsewhere, his hand trailed over the curve of your back in a sweet, loving caress that had you leaning into him for more, and the shift of the corners of his mouth made it known to you that he knew. You caught the slightest taste of cherry as he moved his lips against yours, as soft as velvet, perfectly in sync as if he'd always known exactly how they would move in the first place.

There was no one else who knew you better than Xavier did, and this was no exception. Not with the way he was keen on getting you all worked up like this, deep, and slow, and barely giving you the chance to breathe before diving back in.

In seconds, his bright blue eyes had yours enraptured, swirling with barely contained mirth as he sucked at your bottom lip, tongue lapping over the swollen flesh before gently biting down.

And, oh, he drove you insane.

Unrelenting, your whimpers remained swallowed into his movements, and the tease in his eyes became more evident. Soft, quiet smacking noises resounded in the room as the kisses became more passionate, your arms wrapping around his neck, slipping out a moan as he gently pushed his tongue inside to meet yours.

Your legs moved to entangle with his, nearly wrapping around his waist—

And then he stopped.

Panting, he pulled away from you yet again, a delicate thread of saliva connecting your parted lips.

"Xavier..." You whined, leaning forward as if to chase the same feeling.

But he placed a finger to your temple and shook his head. "We... Should stop."

"But—! You can't just—"

"Angel."

His tone was one of warning; one he would barely ever use with you if not to keep you in place.

Were you crossing a line...?

You fell silent within moments, but the indignance in your gaze lingered longer than you should have let it. Your disappointment could not have been more evident, and he sighed, taking your hand and guiding it downwards—

Oh.

"I have my limits, too, you know? Any further than this, and I can't promise I'll still be acting with your best interests in mind." With a small smile, he shifted just a bit closer to place another chaste kiss on the tip of your nose, as if in reconciliation. "Won't you be gentle with me?"

You couldn't understand him.

How he was so kind yet teasing; so considerate yet so infuriating. It sent an instant jolt of warmth down to your very core, and even you were not oblivious to the wetness that had pooled between your thighs.

A test; a dare—you wrapped your legs around him and shifted, brushing against his erection and relishing in the quiet groan that fell from his lips.

Xavier's hand gripped yours tightly, and he shook his head once more. "Angel, please," he whispered. "We should only be doing this when you're ready..."

"...And if I am?"

Another roll of your hips, pressing closer against him, and he dipped his head down, grip on your hand tightening as he tried desperately to exercise what little restraint he had left. His gaze moved upwards, pleading. He wouldn't dare to speak, not when he couldn't trust the noises that would fall from his mouth if he did—

But as always, his eyes would speak volumes.

Your gaze softened, this time being your turn to cup his cheeks into a quick peck. "Can I have you?" You mumbled, quietly, searching his eyes. "Here. Now."

You watched as his breath caught in his throat, recognition passing in his eyes as he realized the weight of your words, and the tenderness in your touch. "Is this what you really want?" He was breathless when he spoke, inching closer to you once more, almost as if in disbelief of your words.

And perhaps you, too, were at a momentary loss for words.

Xavier—sweet, loving, patient Xavier... How he would never force you into doing things you wouldn't want, how he would never failingly wait to hear your consent before daring to breach another boundary. This had always been the furthest you both had gone. Still scared to take the next step, it was always you who would withdraw, never testing the line that was drawn yourself.

But, somehow, now was different.

Be it the desperation you had to keep him by your side, or the want that had bore itself in front of you from all that you had been doing just now—the fact, then, was that you'd never felt more safe, and loved, and cherished, than in his arms.

Tonight, you would let him know that.

So your heart thrummed loudly in your chest... And you nodded.

Shyly, your gaze moved away from him, hands drifting to play with the fabric of his hoodie. "I'm... Not being too greedy tonight, am I? By saying yes?" You mumbled softly. "I just... Why does it feel like this, Xavier? Like I've known you my whole life."

He remained silent as you spoke, only stroking the side of your arm in reassurance.

"All this time, I think... I've only been scared. Of diving in headfirst; of giving you my everything when I feel that there's still so much of you that I don't know, so much of you that you won't... tell me." You looked up, noting the reflection of your figure in his eyes. "And yet, you know me so well. Every little action, every little word... I could trust you with my life by now. And I have no choice but to melt into you like I have this entire time, like all I've ever known is to be... loved by you. Have we met before, Xavier? It feels like... Maybe, in another life, I've had you there with me, too."

His eyes softened, momentarily flashing with an inexplicable yearning that you couldn't quite place. And then he laced his hands with yours, gently shifting your positions to have you lying beneath him. "Yeah," he whispered, "that sounds like something I'd do." Tears sprung at your eyes with his words, and he traced them away, thumb rubbing against your cheek in the most tender of motions. "I would love you in every lifetime. And if you want me to prove it to you, then... Maybe you'll find out that it's me who's the greedy one."

With that, his lips were on your neck, hands roaming your body and relishing your soft gasps against the crown of his head. Lower, lower—in careful, deliberate motions, his fingers worked the buttons of your blouse to have you open and bare for him, teeth grazing the skin of your nape as you tilted your head with a quiet moan.

He let out a slow breath as he took in the sight of you, trailing his hands from your stomach up to your breasts. Your breath hitched as you watched, hands kneading your tits and his own eyes transfixed in the way they would mold into his hands, soft, supple, his.

"Xavier..." A quiet mumble of his name before he leaned in to take your nipple in his mouth, eyes wandering back up to meet yours. He didn't respond, but his lips almost seemed to twitch up into a smile.

The way he looked at you sent waves of pleasure to your core. Soft, innocent Xavier... Now, he held within him unbridled desire, his mouth wrapped around your sensitive nub, pulling and sucking, flicking and swirling his tongue against it before taking it back in. His pupils darkened in a way you've never seen them do before. There was a certain kind of lustful warmth shimmering within their depths, easily replacing that sleepy gaze you were much more used to seeing.

Then there was a soft "mmm" against your skin before he pulled back with a pop, reaching to roll your other nub between the pads of his fingers, allowing a smile to form on his features. A sharp intake of breath was all you could do to keep from melting underneath him.

"You're so pretty like this, angel," he leaned up to nuzzle against your neck, savoring your warmth. His actions eminated only a shred of lingering restraint, replaced instead by a brimming sense of urgency. He rut slowly up between your thighs, eliciting a whimper from your lips that he caught back into his own.

It was familiar; his lips against yours, already swollen from how much you had kissed just moments prior. But there was something in the way he kissed you now that had you shuddering under the weight of his want, an honest and open display of desperation for you, conveyed with each and every kiss.

Slowly, slowly, his hand edged downwards, slipping past the waistband of your shorts to gently palm at your clothed cunt—he sighed at the sound of your moans, leaning back once more as his eyes roamed over your body, nothing less than pleased.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he mumbled, seemingly mostly to himself as he dragged down the only restricting articles of clothing you had left. The cool air hitting the heat of your core made you shiver, and you immediately reached out for him in the face of your sudden exposure.

"Xavier..." You whined, feeling almost like prey under his gaze, gripping tightly onto his hoodie. But he kept you close, arms now on either side of your head as he leaned in, placing soft, fluttering kisses all over your jawline.

"It's alright," he murmured. "I've got you."

His shifted as his fingers ghosted lightly over your knee, slowly sliding up before snaking downwards in a repeated motion, prying you open little by little. Though meant to lull you into comfort, his touch left a trail of heat in its wake, and you whimpered, reaching out to place your hand on his cheek.

"Am I going too fast? Do you want to stop...?"

You were silent for a moment before shaking your head, hand falling back to rest on your side. "N-no, just... Nervous..."

Xavier softened at your honesty. "We'll go slowly. One step at a time. Do you trust me, angel?"

"Always, Xavier."

"Okay. I'll take care of you, warm you up. It'll feel so good, angel, I promise." His voice was low as he nibbled at your ear, shaky breaths hitting in warm exhales that rendered you speechless.

You trusted him; you meant it.

Even as you felt yourself jolt when he snaked his hand ever-so-close to your core; even as he swiped over your slit to gather your slick onto his finger, wet sounds reaching your ears and almost making you want to bury yourself alive. With your eyes locked desperately onto him, you couldn't see what he was doing, but the pleasure that raked through your body at even the slightest of his touches had you reeling—it felt embarrassing, almost, to have unfurled so easily beneath him.

But Xavier only chuckled.

"Good girl," he whispered, and a gasp fell from your lips that made him smile. "So wet for me. So easy for me to just... Slowly..."

You felt an almost alien intrusion into your cunt, long and slender, your mouth falling open in a frozen gasp.

"Feel good, angel?" He was attentive to you, watching your every reaction, making sure he kept his promise well. And when he glided his finger out only to press back in, he got the very answer he needed—a louder moan of his name, your hands immediately gripping the sheets beneath you. His eyes relaxed, the tips of his mouth curling up yet again with satisfaction, and he repeated the same motions: slow, gentle, delighting in the warmth of your walls around his finger.

"One more, angel. I'll need to stretch you out a little. Okay?"

Soft, soothing words against your ear guided you into his rhythm as he slipped in a second digit, fingers pumping in and out of you, curling ever so slightly to brush against a certain spot as if he knew exactly where it was from the start.

"Xavier— Xavier—" His actions drew out soft chants of his name, and he dipped his head down to suck on your neck, the sting from his bruising swirling in tandem with the feeling of his fingers stretching you out so deliciously.

"That's it, angel. What a good girl for me."

His thumb pressed on your clit, circling it a few times before moving back to rub against it, fingers still working inside of you pleasurably. Xavier hummed, mumbles of how wet you were and how tight you clenched around just his fingers—and then when you arched your back as if to ask for more, he pulled away with an incriminating schick that made you flush.

Slowly, he brought his fingers up to his mouth, closing his eyes with a moan as he sucked on them, savoring your taste. Your body burned at the sight, his words once again eliciting a soft whimper. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes: "Mmh, next time," he murmured, "I'll definitely taste you properly."

Swallowing thickly under his gaze, you barely even processed his words, only allowing him to guide you in sliding down his clothing, a low groan resounding as his cock sprung free. Your eyes betrayed any attempts at staying calm; taking in the sight of him swollen and leaking, from all his attempts at self-control.

"Xavier..." you whispered, voice hushed, reaching out to touch him.

But he stopped you, hand on your wrist.

"No. If you touch me, I... I won't be able to please you..." His mouth turned down into a little pout, the familiar, puppy-like gaze making a momentary return before he gently moved your legs further apart, a hand on his base as he steadied himself above you. "Next time. There'll be plenty of opportunities like this in the future, and I promise you can have your way with me then."

Next time.

The thought of repeating another night of pleasure with him made you shiver with giddy excitement, even as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"It might hurt a little..." He reached over to stroke the side of your face, concern ridden in his eyes even though the flush of pleasure was evident at the tips of his ears. "So tell me if you need me to stop. Okay?"

Carefully, the head of his cock finally pushed its way in, slowly sheathing itself inside of you.

"Aa-ahh...!"

A broken cry left your lips before you could stop it, clenching immediately around his length, and Xavier gently thumbed at your cheeks.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. I've got you."

Soft whispers over your lips as he gradually eased himself in, your walls sucking around him and taking him bit by bit. The sting of it was unimaginable; the burn against your walls foreign enough to bring tears to your eyes. But when he bottomed out inside of you, his entire body pressed against yours—immediately, Xavier was kissing all over your face, drawing soothing shapes into your skin if only to distract you, unable to hide the concern that lingered in his eyes. "Are you okay, angel? Is it bad? You're really tight around me right now..."

All you could do was nod as he kissed your tears away, whimpers falling from your lips as you tried to relax your breathing.

Yet, you could feel, it wasn't quite that it hurt—the pain would fade into numbness, a feeling of being full—but your tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him, knowing he was finally, finally, as close as he could be.

"Hey, hey... What's wrong, angel? You're doing so well... You take me so well, angel, why are you crying?" You could hear his concern melting into a twinge of sadness, pressing his forehead against yours and searching your eyes for an answer of his own. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry... Just a few moments, angel. I promise, I'll make you feel so, so good... Really good, angel, I swear..."

But you shook your head. Sniffling, willing yourself to stop crying, you reached up to put your arms around his neck. "No, Xavier, I'm just... Happy."

His expression changed, eyes widening slightly.

"How else can I say it...? It's always felt like there's no other place I could be safer than with you. And now, I... I have you."

You buried your face into his neck, taking several deep breaths. "I love you. So much. More than you could think, more than you could know. A-and, I'm just—happy. To give myself to you. Like... like this..."

You felt him swallow thickly at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as you felt the brunt of the effects you truly had on him. Gently, he lifted up your head, warmth, and love, and longing in his eyes that immediately swallowed you whole. "I love you, too," he whispered. "I always have. I always will."

Wiping the rest of your tears away with a soft smile, he placed another quick kiss on your lips. "May I?"

And you nodded.

Slowly, you felt his cock slide out of your wetness, the feeling of his length rubbing against your walls having you draw out a shaky breath. And then he thrust all the way back in—again. And again. And again.

Soon, his cock was thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy at a soft pace, hips moving against yours as he pressed against you, his lips at your shoulder dropping out soft, hushed moans of your name.

"Fuck," he cursed, shifting to bury his head into your chest as he shuddered, hot breath fanning over the curve of your breasts. "I've wanted this... For so long—"

“X-Xavie— ah—hn—”

You moaned in tandem, feeling completely at his mercy. In all that he was, he was gentle with you—soft, sultry rolls of his hips against yours, your fingers gently laced together as he brought them up to either side of your head, holding you in place enough to steady himself.

And yet, all you could do was melt.

When he raised his head to look at you once more, his hair fell over his face, silvery strands wet and sticky with sweat. You caved under this gaze of his—so vulnerable and exposed, yet the safest you had ever been, here in the warmth radiating off of your bodies as he claimed you. "So good, angel," he breathed, angling perfectly for his tip to brush against the spongy spot on your walls, just as if he had your pussy completely memorized.

In response, breathless pants fell from your lips, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place. You could relish the way his moans tangled with yours, his thrusts deep and filling, the slight, rhythmic creaking of your bed a testament to your passionate intimacy.

"Xavier," you whispered, "Xavier, Xavier, Xavier—"

He chuckled, lightly, and then when he kissed you next, releasing your hands in favor of cupping your face, entangling his fingers in your hair—the both of you were far too caught up in each other to bother. The plush fabric of his hoodie pressed warmly against your exposed chest. Tongue met tongue in a sloppy exchange of excess saliva, hushed moans melting between your lips... The squelch of your cunt and the soft pap, pap, pap of his skin against yours filled the room. Like this, you could barely bring yourself to conjure any thoughts that weren't just Xavier, Xavier, Xavier.

"...Tight," he gasped, parting from your lips as his eyes trailed down your body, lingering over where the two of you were connected. There was a white, milky ring around the base of his cock as he watched it disappear, time and time again, into the greedy walls of your pussy. "You're squeezing me... Tighter, and tighter— Fuck—"

You watched as his eyes closed, as if willing to control himself despite his length snugly wrapped into your heat. His breathing molded into sharp huffs, and you clawed at his back in raw pleasure, fisting into the soft clothing, desperate to pull him closer than close—as close as you possibly could be.

"I-I think..." You struggled to find words as you buried your head into his hair, taking in the scent of his sweat, his shampoo, and him.

"Mmh... Close?" Xavier thrust into you deeply, and the whimper you emitted served as enough proof. "It's alright. Cum for me, angel."

His words and the way he held you flush against his body sent you spiraling, vision blanking as you froze, legs in the air, a long, drawn-out moan of his name the last on your lips before all else was reduced to rapid breaths.

Immediately, your pussy clenched tight around him as he continued to pump inside of you, his own soft, rhythmic strokes becoming more erratic, more harsh. The sensitivity had you whining, but before you could dare to speak, he pulled you in and kissed you deeply, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You could feel it—your insides painted white, hot spurts of his cum hitting your walls, movements gradually stilling to a stop.

For a moment, the two of you stayed still, your legs relaxing enough to fall back over his waist, keeping him warm inside of you as you caught your breaths in silence.

You felt soft sighs into your hair as he tucked you under his chin—"...I love you," he murmured.

He nuzzled into your locks.

"And I'm... Sorry. That I disappear a lot. That I go places without telling you. I... don't want to disappoint you, so..."

You shifted, looking at him with a pout. "Please don't promise me something you won't be able to keep..."

"...I know. But I'm saying... I'll do my best. Not to make you worry. And I'll return home safe and sound, and you'll... You'll have me. You'll always have me. Okay, angel?"

A smile played at your lips. "Okay."

"For now, let's... get you cleaned up."

『 Have we met before? Maybe in another time I loved you; maybe you're the one that I would run to, don't know why it's all a blur. I think I know you... 』

⁺₊ / an: happy valentines !!!!!! the basis of this is that if xavier waited for us throughout multiple timelines... then him knowing us like the back of his hand should also apply to this context, no? i think it can't be more obvious than this just how much love i have for xavier... little pookie... he deserves the world...

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onlymingyus · 2 years ago

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You're Sexy, We're Sexy

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x afab reader x kwon soonyoung (hoshi)

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; filth, protected sex, party hookup, threesome, double penetration (don't do like they did, use lube and prep better), oral (m & f giving/receiving), face sitting, fingering, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, dom!woozi, switch!hosi, sub!reader, illusion to sub space, pet names, degradation, degrading names, biting, marking, aftercare

w/c; 4.3 k and some change

a/n; based on you're sexy, i'm sexy by eric nam. was supposed to only be jihoon but then hoshi couldn't leave me alone. thank you to @junkissed-replies @duhnova for proofreading!

You laugh, your skin feeling like fire under Jihoon’s lips. His fingers running along your waist while the numbers count up on the elevator far too slow for your liking. You had been more than happy to leave the party with him. You knew exactly what this was and who he was tonight. No strings attached, no obligations, you felt free with your back against the cold metal, Jihoon’s knee sliding along your inner thigh as he laughed against your skin, hearing you moan.

“Isn’t this better than that loud party? That hot air and stale beer?” You whine out a yes into his mouth, hearing the elevator opening only to pout when he pulls away. Your fingers link with his allowing Jihoon to guide you towards his apartment, his fingers punching in his door code quickly so that your back is against a wall before you can even take a look around. “Oh god…Jihoon, I need you.”

Your voice, your moans, your touch, everything about you was going straight to Jihoon’s ego. From the moment he had set eyes on you at the party he knew he wanted this – no, he needed this. Jihoon’s fingers claw at the fabric of your dress pulling it up your thigh towards your hip only for him to pull away from you again. His fingers guiding you further into his apartment while you both step out of shoes, jackets falling to the floor.

“Why are you teasing me, Jihoon?” You speak in a pout, your voice so sweet that even Jihoon has to laugh at how you make his stomach twist with want. He starts to speak, to pull you back into his arms when he hears another voice. “Yeah, why are you teasing her, Jihoon?” He had been so close to his room, it was right behind his back, his hand on the knob, two more steps and he would have had you all to himself but now you were giggling seeing Soonyoung smirking at you.

“Hey, you were at the party too.” Soonyoung coos at how cute you are, how quickly your attention gets split between the two of them. Jihoon shoots daggers at his best friend over your shoulder while he pushes his door open ushering you inside. “He was, come on baby.” You whine out another giggle feeling Jihoon’s lips on your neck, your head tilting backwards even as Soonyoung follows to lean against the doorframe watching you with Jihoon.

“She’s adorable…” Jihoon rolls his eyes at Soonyoung’s words, his lips leaving small marks along your skin while you bite at your lips meeting his friends eyes with a small gasp. “What’s your name? God, you are hot. Jihoon, your friend is so hot…” Soonyoung laughs, taking this as his way in, leaning off the wall to tilt his head at you.

“He’s a menace. He knew I was coming home with you, that I wanted to be alone.” Jihoon knew he could easily tell Soonyoung to leave, but from the moment he had shown up you were even more excited. Soonyoung was right, you were adorable. How could he take away that attention from you?

“My name is Soonyoung, what’s your name, kitten?” When you moan out your name, Jihoon’s fingers sliding between your thighs, Soonyoung can’t help but to groan, lifting his hand to his lips. You watch him bite at his thumb, your eyes trailing down his body to his jeans, noting how tight they were becoming. “That’s a pretty name, I know I wasn’t invited but…”

“Oh, fuck…please? Jihoon, can Soonyoung…ah!” You start to ask if he can join you but Jihoon’s middle finger presses up into your entrance causing your knees to buckle, your head swimming with lust. “Can he do what? Be specific, baby.” Soonyoung watches carefully, this had happened a few times in the past, he and Jihoon sharing a partner but each time it surprised him how dominant his friend would become.

Walking you backwards, his finger curling against your walls when the back of your knees hit the end of Jihoon’s bed, making you fall backwards. Jihoon is careful to hold you tightly so you don’t fall too quickly and so that his finger never slips from your pussy, wet sounds filling the room while both wait for you to speak.

“Come on kitten, you are purring so sweetly but Jihoon asked you something.” Soonyoung moves closer to the bed, his eyes moving from you to Jihoon when his friend raises a brow in his direction. Your hand wraps around Jihoon’s wrist, soft moans causing both of the men’s heads to spin when you finally speak. “Jihoon, I…I want Soonyoung to join. I want you both to fuck me.”

He knew it was coming but Jihoon still sighed, slipping a second finger into you causing you to arch off the bed, a loud moan escaping your lips. “That’s all you want from him? For him to fuck you?” Soonyoung knew what you had meant, and he knew damn well that Jihoon had as well but he also knew that Jihoon was going to be difficult about it.

Your hands grip at the bedding until you feel it sink on your right side, your eyes opening to find Soonyoung sitting near you. You loved how this man you knew absolutely nothing about was looking at you. Clearly he only had one thing on his mind but that was all you and Jihoon were thinking about anyway. “Fuck…I–no, I want…”

Jihoon smirked watching you struggle to speak, your arousal coating his fingers, running down his hand while you and Soonyoung practically eye fucked one another. “Use that cute little head of yours. You aren’t dumb, I haven’t fucked you that hard yet. This is just my fingers, if this is all you can handle…baby you are going to be blabbering later.” Soonyoung scoffs into a slight laugh at his friends words, the way they were acting made you wonder how much truth there was behind Jihoon’s words and how much Soonyoung knew about his roommates bedroom habits.

“I’m fine…I can think. Just feels so good, Jihoon. Mm, wanna cum so bad. Wanna cum on Soonyoung’s tongue.” When you finally say what you want Jihoon’s brow lifts in interest, a slight smirk on his lips. Soonyoung didn’t need to hear what you wanted more than once, especially with how wet you were on Jihoon’s fingers and how pretty you were moaning.

“Is that how you ask for something?” Biting on your lips, you meet Jihoon’s eyes, his fingers slipping from your pussy to run though your folds causing your thighs to jerk from slight sensitivity. You try to keep your eyes on Jihoon but just over his shoulder you notice Soonyoung’s shirt lifting and Jihoon notices your attention wavering from him.

“Ah!” A sound of surprise mixed with a moan leaves your lips as Jihoon’s hand meets the inside of your thigh. His palm rubs over the warm skin, his lips pulling up in a smirk when your attention is fully back on him. “I asked you a question, beautiful. Now, open those pretty little lips and answer it.”

Soonyoung’s brow lifts in curiosity while he kicks his pants to the side leaving his underwear on for the time being while he waits for you to answer Jihoon. “Please? Please may I cum on Soonyoung’s tongue, sir?” When the word sir leaves your lips, Jihoon visibly takes in a deep breath, his tongue darts over his lips while his eyes move over your face slowly taking you in like he is committing you to memory.

“Yes.” Jihoon’s answer is short but seems to be enough to make you and Soonyoung begin moving until he makes a disapproving sound while lifting his hand. “In a minute. God you are both such little whores. Have some fucking patience. Go lay on the bed so she can sit on your face since you are so eager.”

You try to watch Soonyoung move around the bed but Jihoon’s hand grabs your chin drawing your attention back to him. His thumb brushes under your lip while he leans down to press his lips to yours briefly before speaking on your lips, “Lift your arms. You don’t need these clothes anymore.”

Jihoon’s words are like electricity and his fingers are like fire when he works your dress up your body and finally over your head. Soonyoung groans from behind you, his eyes roaming over your back while he flexes his fingers impatiently. “She’s so fucking pretty, isn’t she Soonyoung?” Jihoon couldn’t see his friend nodding but he knew that he was.

Instead Jihoon kept his eyes locked on yours, reaching behind you to undo your bra. “I saw you at the party and while I do hook up occasionally I haven’t in a long time, but…you took my breath away.” You couldn’t help the way your cheeks were burning at Jihoon’s words, his fingers working the straps of your bra down your arms while his eyes dropped to your chest. “So I thought to myself that I had to have you, at least once. God, Y/N you are sexy.”

A bashful laugh leaves your lips, Jihoon’s fingers gently tracing the swell of your breasts before he does the same around each nipple watching them perk up. Your head falls back, your tongue running along your lips at the sensation. Jihoon watches your lips pull into a smile, his fingers running down your sides to your panties, a chuckle leaving his mouth when you finally speak. “You are sexy Jihoon.”

“We’re sexy…” Soonyoung had begun to feel left out, a pout on his lips and evident in his voice when he speaks up causing you to glance over your shoulder at him. Your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of him. “Oh god, yes you are.” You move your legs to allow Jihoon to help you maneuver out of your panties, his hand moving to take yours, guiding you towards the center of the bed where Soonyoung was laying on his back.

“Stop pouting so damn much Soonyoung. You act like you aren’t going to get your dick wet. You always want to rush everything, when you can just….savor the moment. Sit down, baby.” As Jihoon speaks, his hand guides your hips over his friend’s face. Soonyoung’s hands slide over your thighs, nails gently scratching at your skin causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin and for you to shiver.

“You know why I like this position, baby?” You glance at Jihoon ready to answer him, to ask him why when Soonyoung’s tongue drags through your folds, a groan sends a vibration through your body. “Mm…I like it because Soonyoung can’t run his mouth. It is essentially full.” Jihoon lifts his hand to run it over your head, cooing at you when you let out a lust filled moan, Soonyoung’s lips wrapping around your clit.

Your eyes barely open. You try your best to focus on Jihoon, to not let what is happening between your legs distract you from your original reason for being in this apartment but it is harder said than done. One hand between your legs, you tug tightly at Soonyoung’s hair granting yourself another deep groan from the man before you hear Jihoon clear his throat pulling your attention back to him.

“Surely you can do two things at once, right? Or else you wouldn’t have overwhelmed yourself by asking to invite Soonyoung.” Your eyes travel over Jihoon, his body exposed to you for the first time taking your breath away. You had been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him taking off his clothes but now you couldn’t even find the words to complain when your eyes fell on his hand stroking his heavy cock.

Jihoon watches you nod enthusiastically, one side of his mouth pulling up in a smirk. “What a good girl. Then lean down here and show me.” You whine feeling Soonyoung’s fingers separating your folds, his tongue pushing in your entrance all while the coil inside you tightens almost unbearably. “Yes sir.”

The sound that Soonyoung lets out is almost animalistic when you lean down pushing your pussy over his mouth even tighter. His hips lift out of instinct while his teeth gently nip at your folds causing your toes to curl and your hips to lift only for him to pull them back down. “No, mine. Do as you were told. You want to cum on my tongue…stay on it.”

The authority in his voice causes you to clench around his finger, a smirk spreading briefly across Soonyoung’s face before he buries his face against you once again. Jihoon raises a brow at Soonyoung’s words and your reaction, your hand wrapped around his cock, his head resting on your lips. Tilting his head, Jihoon watches you calm down enough to glance up at him and open your mouth, finally taking him into your mouth inch by inch until you can’t take anymore.

“Fuck, just like that. Feels good to just be completely out of control doesn’t it darling?” Your brain is already cloudy, you barely realize you lean your head into Jihoon’s palm when he runs his hand over your head only to guide you back down over his length. Jihoon knew you couldn’t talk but the way you were going down on him was telling him all he needed to know. He could tell just how needy you were, and just how close you were to cumming.

Soonyoung knew as well, the way your walls were pulsing around his fingers, the way you were leaking onto his tongue. He needed it just as much as you did. He was dying to be inside of you. You gasp around Jihoon when Soonyoung’s free hand meets the side of your ass sending you down over Jihoon a bit more. Unlike Jihoon he doesn’t rub the warm skin, he lets it burn only to spank you again, sending you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

Moving his hand from the back of your head, Jihoon pulls back from you though you whine through your orgasm reaching for him until he tsks at you. “I want to fuck you and if I cum down your throat I can’t really do that, now can I? Soonyoung get up…you’ve laid on your ass enough.” Another gasp falls from your lips when the man under you helps you move from over his face, a smirk on his lips when your thighs tremble and you lay on your side coming down from your first orgasm.

Soonyoung slides off the bed, kicking his underwear towards his pants. His eyes running over your naked form while he runs his hand over his mouth with a groan at the taste still on his tongue. “She’s delicious, like cotton candy or something.” Jihoon rolls his eyes, his hand sliding over your leg to your side giving you the contact you need to calm down slightly.

“Mm, is that true? Do you taste like cotton candy?” A small laugh slips from your lips when Jihoon pulls you into his arms, his lips meeting yours as he settles you over his lap. One of his hands slides between your legs to run his fingers between your folds, causing you to whine into his mouth.

You feel another set of hands slide over your hips when Soonyoung moves back on to the bed, his lips pressing to your back working gentle kisses up your shoulder until he reaches your neck. “Can I leave marks on you?” When you nod, Soonyoung smirks against your skin, his teeth grazing against you before he bites gently. A hiss leaves your lips only to be swallowed by Jihoon followed by a moan when Soonyoung begins to suck a mark on to your skin near your ear.

Shaky hands rest on Jihoon’s biceps causing him to smile against your lips and to pull back looking at you with a raised brow. “You okay?” Nodding you whine out a yes only to moan, Soonyoung’s hand sliding over your breast pulling your back against his chest.

Jihoon’s hand between your legs runs over your clit and all the way up your body to his mouth. You watch with needy eyes as he sucks his fingers clean with a quiet groan, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wouldn’t say cotton candy, but you are sweet as candy.” A smile spreads across your face, a whispered thank you on a hitched breath while you lean against Soonyoung.

Leaning to the side, Jihoon opens his nightstand while you moan Soonyoung’s name. The feeling of your nails dragging along his chest elicits a small groan from Jihoon as he tears two silver squares from a strip of condoms in the drawer before sitting back up shaking his head at you and Soonyoung. “Like I said before, you two are needy whores.”

Soonyoung smirks at his friend reaching around you to take one of the condoms while you watch Jihoon tear open his own. Your teeth catch on your bottom lip, nerves hitting you for the first time that night. As if he can sense it Jihoon lifts his hand to tilt your head towards him giving you a curious look. “Only if you want to, I want you and Soonyoung clearly wants you but this is only if you want it.”

He watches a smile cross over your face that makes his stomach tighten at just how pretty you are. His thumb brushing over your cheek when you nod, your fingers running along his sides while you adjust on his lap to grind over his length to tease him. Jihoon groans, shaking his head, his hands dropping to your hips to hold you still. A laugh escapes his lips when he meets your eyes while lifting your hips up allowing you to position his head at your entrance. “Needy little whore.”

“Yes, sir I am.” Jihoon groans at your words and the way you sit down on him. His eyes close, head leaning back against the headboard making your head start to get slightly cloudy again until you feel Soonyoung’s hands on your sides pulling you back. “Can you handle us both?”

You hadn’t considered that but you weren’t against trying it, with a shaky breath you glance over your shoulder and nod biting at your lip. Soonyoung smirks at you pushing you forward over Jihoon so that your breasts brush against the man’s chest while he leans back to watch Jihoon fuck you for a moment. “God…this is so fucking hot. Jihoon, hang on a second.”

He didn’t want to stop, he wanted you to cum on his cock right then and there, but feeling your lips against his cheek and hearing you moan out a wait causes Jihoon to stop. His fingers tighten on your hips, only for him to groan loudly into your ear when Soonyoung pushes into you beside him. “Fuck! That’s tight…you okay, baby?”

Your breath caught in your throat, you rested your forehead against Jihoon’s shoulder staying still for a moment letting Soonyoung run his hand along your back to let you adjust for a moment until you finally nod. Jihoon waits to hear you moan out a soft “please move” before he begins to thrust into you again slowly not wanting to hurt you or overwhelm you.

Soonyoung groans, his fingers digging into your thigh while he lets Jihoon’s thrusts control the movement over his own cock. Sweat rolling from his hairline, Soonyoung runs his tongue along his lips muttering your name and how good you feel. Under you, Jihoon lets out a soft groan into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it when he pulls back, using one of his hands to hold your chin so that you will look at him.

“Eyes on me, I wanna watch you come apart for me.” Soonyoung rolls his eyes, a whine slipping out of his lips feeling himself getting close to his own climax. “For us…my dick is part of this too, you fuck.” You want to laugh, a smile on your lips but Jihoon thrusts upwards only to pull you back down hard over him and Soonyoung causing you to cry out loudly. Your nails are digging into his skin so hard he knows there will be bruises there later but he can’t seem to care.

“For us, whatever. Just keep your eyes on me, hmm? Just like that…” Jihoon’s thumb runs along your bottom lip causing your mouth to part until he slips it into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while you moan around his finger. Your walls tighten somehow even more around him and Soonyoung when you fall over the edge once again cumming for the second time.

Jihoon groans into a smirk, his eyes fixed on your face and how you clearly want to close your eyes but you know what he wants so you fight the urge. How your teeth bite down gently around his thumb as you moan his name then Soonyoung’s when the other man’s hand comes down on your hip leaving it red. He finds himself almost sad this was a one time deal.

Soonyoung’s groan of your name as he follows you with his own climax draws both yours and Jihoon’s attention. His hand against your stomach, Soonyoung pulls you down over him with one hard thrust while Jihoon continues to thrust into you slowly and steadily. “Such a good fucking kitten…”

With Soonyoung’s mouth latching back onto your neck, soft groans of slight overstimulation slipping from his mouth, you watch while Jihoon comes apart under you. His hand sliding from your face to your chest, breathy moans signaling he is too far gone as you watch bliss wash over his face. A smile pulls at his lips when Jihoon finally holds your hips steady letting Soonyoung pull from you first before he does the same.

“Holy shit. You are amazing, Y/N.” You hear Jihoon’s words when he pulls you down to the bed, his hand running over your face, that same cloudy feeling in your head. He watches you smile, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip until finally your eyes open to meet his. “Hi.”

Soonyoung laughs softly falling back on the bed causing you and Jihoon to bounce slightly, an annoyed groan slipping from Jihoon in the process. “Hi, you okay? That was a lot.” Nodding, you lean into Jihoon’s touch and smile again, feeling Soonyoung’s hand slide along your back soothingly. “I’m good, just tired. I’m not sure I could walk to leave right now.”

Meeting Soonyoung’s eyes, Jihoon shakes his head, a smile on his lips when he looks back down at you. “Why would you leave? Because this was a hookup? Baby…you need a shower and you can stay the night. I know we said no strings attached but…fuck. I’m not saying it needs to be anything more than sex. I just want to see you again.”

Your eyes raise to meet Jihoon’s, your cheeks warm as you swallow hard at his words. You hadn’t expected him to be the one to bring up seeing you again but you weren’t disappointed he had. “Yeah? I mean…okay. I could stay, and we could do this again. I just didn’t want to assume and especially since Soonyoung…”

“Since me what? I want to see you again too. I didn’t get to know you at the party and I’m dying to know more about the amazing girl I just railed.” A scoff slips from Jihoon’s lips at Soonyoung’s words. His hand lifted to his face to wipe away sweat and a disappointed look. “Really fucking classy, Soonyoung. “ It’s only when you laugh that both men look at you again, a smile pulling at their lips.

“I want to get to know you too, both of you. This was fun, like really fucking intense but fun. I do have a question though. Have you two done this before? Bring home a girl, get her all riled up, then share her?” Jihoon chews on his lip avoiding looking at Soonyoung who does the same in favor of just looking at you. Both men nod, a sigh on Jihoon’s lips when he is certain you will change your mind before he can explain himself.

“I could tell, you two work really well together. I mean you fight like you are married but you can still fuck a girl’s brains out. It’s impressive.” This time it was Jihoon’s turn to be rendered speechless, Soonyoung laughs at his expression leaning up to turn your face towards him pressing a kiss to your lips almost tenderly. “I might love you for that, and I might have to keep you forever.”

“Dear jesus…what am I getting myself into?” You smile on Soonyoung’s lips hearing Jihoon’s words when he moves from you causing you to whine and reach for him. “I’m not leaving, baby…I’m just going to fill the tub and consider my life choices. How I was unfortunate to end up with him as my best friend and how I got lucky to end up at the same party as you. You know, the important stuff.”

You laugh as Soonyoung slides up to pull you against him, muttering about how he is the best thing to ever happen to Jihoon. “He would literally be lost without me. You’ll start to feel that way too, kitten. I have a magnetic effect on people.” Feeling the bed dip slightly on the other side of you, Jihoon sighs against your arm when he presses a kiss to your skin. His words were spoken between kisses causing goosebumps to spread with each syllable, “Mm, I would say polarizing effect and I’m the polar opposite.”

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phenomenalgirl9 · 1 year ago

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I think I manifested Keeho into Hwaiting. He is in season 3! So are Jamie and Ashley. 🤷🏻‍♀️

No Game: Idol! Amber x Idol! Reader

Summary: What happens when you have to shoot after you break up. Amber won't let you get away without fighting for you.

A/n: Just a short comfort fic.

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"Please welcome a brand new season of your favourite game show Hwaiting, with your most favourite host Eric Nam. And these are the contestants" Eric said as he introduced everyone. The contestants for the new season were, Asley, Jamie, Amber, BM, Keeho, Mark, Woosung and you.

Filmimg a new season of hwaiting should have been very fun right? And it was, except for a few unexpected parts. Well, to be fair you didn't know you'd break up and you'd have to shoot it with your ex-girlfriend when you signed it. You both thought it would be fun until it all went tumbling down. You were stuck with some promotions in Korea while Amber was busy in America for days. She was busy working on an album and you couldn't be any more proud. But recently things were difficult for both of you, the reporters were being too nosy with their questions and your management wasn't doing anything about it. And you were exhausted, you haven't even bbeen able to speak to Amber in the past week, and you felt shitty and guilty about it. When you called and were talking just something happened, it wasn't even her fault but you just snapped at her. "You know what if you don't understand then it's better if you simply don't," you said. "Y/n what?" she said in shock "babe slow down". "NO! I am having enough of this and I don't need more from you. I think it's better if we take a break and focus on ourselves" you said and hung up, going straight to bed. The next day you woke up feeling like shit, well what you did was utter shit and you knew it.

You felt worse for her, she didn't deserve this, and thus, you took the decision to not call back. Even Jamie tried to reach out to you but you just said "things won't work out". Things would never work out for you, how could they, you were you. Always messing things up, you would never be good enough for her, no, she deserves better.

But, Amber knew you by then, she knew what you were going through and was very familiar with your process of shutting everyone out when you are down. And so she waited for this one opportunity. She knew she had to work up to it cause you will do everything in your power to avoid any out of game conversations with her or her on whole. As expected you did that, but it seemed even luck wasn't in her favour, 4 games down and she didn't get to be in the same team as you even once. Even, your friends were getting agitated, they all have tried their share to try to get you talking to Amber. Keeho and BM went as far as to push you both at each other but you dodged and Keeho bumped into Amber instead making all three of them look like idiots. But Eric then had an idea which he shared with the rest of the cast.

Then came the 5th game. You were sent the list of games and stuff, but you didn't really read through them so you were curious to know what it was.

"Now ladies and gentlemen is a well demanded game from last season, Titanic and the bottle cap" Eric said (refer to Hwaiting ep 8 if ydk)

Eric explained the game and the special punishment for the two people who came last. Everyone seemed to want to put each other in trouble, this was a thrill, you were actually having fun in this shooting, something you haven't had in weeks. Keeho standing infront of you poured a hell lot of cola into the cup, you were sure you would be out, but you managed. Ashley seemed strangely too good at this. "I won't lose" she said. Woosung after her did well too. Amber who came up next got the glass submerged as soon as she poured one drop into the glass. After a tough game it seemed you and Amber were the ones who lost this round.

"The punishment is..Pe-pe-ro" Eric said. Now if this was anybody or any other day it would have been fine but this was Amber.

Even after a lot of whining they would change the punishment so here you were, standing with the pepero stick in between you lips. You knew facing her was inevitable but this was too much. You wanted to close your eyes but when they fell on Amber's they couldn't move away. Your eyes were stuck on hers and so were hers. You suddenly saw her lip "fuck this" and she tugged and threw away the pepero from your mouth and held you, fisting your t-shirt in one hand and holding your neck with the other and slammed her lips on yours and your eyes immediately close. You were stiff and almost forgot to move, it was like second nature to you your body responded to her touch and kiss on its own. Your head told you this was against all you reserves but all your walls were broken down by her, the one you love. And finally you parted to the sound of claps.

"You are enough" she told you "You are stuck with me and I am yours, I understand you snapped, and I might snap too, as long as we understand each other and not take each other for granted it's fine. I love you" she said pulling you into a tight hug.

You suddenly heard Eric say "Can you not make porn during my game show?". To which BM said "Eric you're an American, you've watched this growing up"

"Yeah but the asian in me is really loud right now!" He said and all of you broke into laughter

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Run away

Jin x Reader

Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This was slightly inspired by the song Runaway(korean ver.) by Eric Nam, cause it's been stuck in my head all week.

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The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, shining just enough in your face to stir you awake, making you groan into the pillows.

Fighting against consciousness, you felt a familiar weight pressing against your back as Jin rolled over, draping himself across you.

"Jagi? You awake?" He mumbled against your neck.

"No." You grumbled, burrowing further into the blankets.

"Then how are you talking to me?" He asked.

"I sleeptalk."

"Since when?" He chuckled.

"Since now." You said, trying to squirm away as he prodded your sides, but failing.

Days like this were you favorite, neither of you had work or any obligations, able to just do as you wished.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked, after a minute, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I don't care, I just want to be away from people." You responded. Life had been far too loud and hectic lately, all you wanted right now was to be still for a bit.

He started to roll away from you, making you pop your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, hair a mess and rumpled pajamas.

"Where're you going?" You asked, pouting at the sudden absence of his warmth.

"You said you wanted to be away from people." He said, but you gripped onto his shirt.

"I didn't mean you." You said. "You can stay."

"Oh, good!" He said, promptly falling back on top of you, making you squeal as he nearly crushed you beneath him.

"Jinnie! I can't breathe!" You laughed.

"Agh, breathing's overrated." He teased, wrapping himself around you and peppering kisses across your face.

"Ok fine! You win!" You whined, trying to catch you breath. "What do you want to do, then?"

"Mmm," he thought for a moment. "I want food."

You groaned. "Fine."

Reluctantly, you got up, trailing after him to the kitchen, before ultimately deciding that ordering takeout would be easier than cooking.

You piled up together on the couch, watching TV as you waited on the food to arrive. You'd nearly dozed off again against his shoulder, when he suddenly spoke.

"We should go to the beach." He said, shaking you out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"I mean, we can go the mountains, if you'd prefer, but I think the beach would be more fun." He rambled. "We could collect sea shells, go swimming-"

"I can't swim-" You interjected.

"-Go wading." He corrected, without missing a beat. "We could even rent one of those little camper vans, so we could stay right by the shore."

"Where's this coming from?" You asked.

"I was just thinking, if you need away from everyone, like you said this morning, maybe we could run away together, just for a little bit." He said softly, looking down at you.

"You'd run away with me?" You asked.

He nodded. "I'd do anything if made you happy."

"Anything?" You raised a brow at him, earning an eye roll in return.

"Anything within legal limitations, don't get carried away now." He clarified, making you giggle. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay." You said, resting your head back against his chest. "Love you, Jinnie."

"Love you too, bub."

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lonelywhalien22 · 2 years ago

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constant

pairing: sangyeon x reader

rating/genre: fluff + comfort <3

summary: after a long week of work, you and sangyeon barely have anything left in you to give, but what you do have you give to each other. selflessly.

warnings: none, just people choosing to love each other even when they’re exhausted <3

word count: 2.2k

song(s) to listen to while reading: good for you by eric nam, constant by jesse barrera ft. jeremy passion <3

note: back at it again with another comfort fic that i polished up from my old drafts. probably tmi but a while back i was listening to an episode of a podcast that was all about long-term partnership and this one idea of each partner rating their current level of capacity in a given moment was just fascinating to me. and then i wrote this wishing i had someone in my life like that. if that barely makes sense just read and you’ll get what im describing hopefully hehe. i'm in love with this type of relationship so i hope you enjoy <3

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Sangyeon stepped through the door of your shared apartment that Friday evening to find that you were sitting comfortably in the living room with the television on, the sun having already set and the noise of commuters driving home having finally died down outside. It was quiet and peaceful, and his shoulders instantly relaxed as he finally shook off some of his work worries and thought ahead to the weekend - to finally getting to wind down with you and sleep in for the first time in too long.

“Hey babe,” you heard him say softly as you finally turned to look at him from your spot on the couch. You could see the tiredness radiating from his body, a large hand raking through his hair to push it out of his face as he gave you a little smile before hanging his jacket on one of the hooks you’d put up by the door.

You wished you could smile back but you’d had a rough day yourself - tired from work and getting stuck in traffic as you’d worried about a million little things on the way home.

He groaned as he noticed your expression, finally making his way over to you as he rubbed a hand over the back of your hair softly and gave you a peck on the forehead before plopping down on the couch. You couldn’t help but soften your expression when you felt his calming touches. That was Sangyeon – he was nothing if not instantly calming.

“Tell me where you’re at right now,” he asked of you softly, voice low as if he didn’t want to disturb your quiet. You turned to look at him, your eyes completely drained, and you could see the instant concern that radiated from him as you responded, even through his own tired eyes.

“I’m at like a 3 right now.”

Sometime after the two of you started dating you came up with a system to rate your emotional capacity at any given moment on a scale of 1 to 10. It seemed weird but it was really just a way for you both to quickly gauge how the other was feeling and know whether one of you was able to carry more of the load on any given day. The higher the number, the higher your capacity.

“I’m at a 4,” Sangyeon said immediately, and you gave him a pout.

It seemed like recently whenever you both happened to have bad days he always tried to be just a little higher than you so he could be the one to take care of things – take care of you. He didn’t like for you to worry about him even though you knew he needed to be taken care of too sometimes, just like anyone else. You made a mental note that from now on, you’d say your numbers at the same time.

“Sangyeon. Be honest with me.”

“I’ve had worse days,” he brushed your concerns away, easing around the subject.

You noticed how he didn’t try to insist he was telling you the truth about how he was feeling. Sangyeon always took his words seriously, treating them with a carefulness that almost rivaled how he treated you. He never was one to outright lie, and so after one too many times of buried feelings in the past, you’d learned how to read between the lines of his words. Sure, he may have had worse days, but that didn’t mean today wasn’t a particularly bad one.

You rubbed his arm a few times before shifting closer to him on the couch and resting your head against his chest. He wrapped an arm across your waist and pulled you in even closer, giving you another kiss in your hair as the two of you held each other. His movements comforted you, but you also knew that this was what he did to comfort himself after a long day. Doting on you was how he released his frustration sometimes.

He smelled like the laundry you two did together last weekend mixed with the day’s efforts and a hint of something that you could only describe as uniquely him, and if you were being honest you probably could have fallen asleep right there in his arms. But instead you kept rubbing your hand against his back in that way you knew he liked, hoping he’d relax some more and finally let go of whatever it was he’d been carrying all day like you wanted him to.

Eventually he released a deep sigh at your ministrations, and you felt his muscles relax underneath your palm. You hid the tiny smile that appeared on your lips, burying your head closer into his chest as he finally spoke up.

“Work was just a lot. Has been all week, but especially today.”

You hummed at his words gently.

“Did rehearsal go into overtime again?” And in response you felt him nod against your skin, the crook of his head now pressed into your neck.

“There was this one part we just really struggled to get in sync. And I kept worrying that I was messing up everyone else.” Sangyeon sighed again and you tried to hold onto him even tighter at those words. You knew how much he hated feeling like he wasn’t being a good leader to his group. How much he tended to carry that weight on his shoulders without a single complaint.

“I’m sorry babe. I can tell you’ve had a long day. You must be tired.”

“I’m sure you’re just as tired as me,” he said then, refusing to let you dismiss your own worries in your attempts to comfort him. Your mind drifted back to all the stuff you’d dealt with today.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he mumbled into your neck, breaking you out of your train of thought as he kissed the spot gently. You couldn’t help but smile a little at that despite your stress, combing your fingers through the strands at the back of his head as you thought about it for moment before finally responding.

“Not yet,” you answered. “What I really need right now is you. Holding me. Just like this. I missed you so much today.”

Sangyeon didn’t stress it, simply giving you what you asked for. After years of being together, he knew this was just how you were – you kept the complexities of your mind to yourself until you could really articulate what it was you wanted to say. And he was always there when you were finally ready to lay it all on him, even at the most random of times. He was always waiting for you with open arms, and you loved him for that.

“I missed you too. Did you eat?”

He separated himself from your hold just enough to look at you directly then, and you pursed your lips guiltily.

“No…but I did pick up some takeout.”

You had a bad habit of waiting to eat dinner until Sangyeon got home so the two of you could eat together - especially on Fridays, when he had the highest chances of getting back at a decent hour. That meant that sometimes you went without food for longer than was acceptable to him. Not to mention you’d toss and turn all night from the lack of digestion before bed. When you couldn’t sleep he couldn’t either, no matter how tired he was.

You looked up at him sheepishly then and you could tell he was about to scold you, but before he could, the two of you heard the loud rumble of his stomach.

“Uh…” Sangyeon started with his own guilty look.

You giggled, a smirk forming on your lips. The blush on his face was unmistakable as he averted his eyes from yours, rubbing the back of his reddening neck.

“Let’s eat,” you said, taking charge then.

You got up before he could hold you back with those tempting hands of his and began filling up two plates, grabbing water for the both of you as well and making your way back to the couch. He looked at you gratefully as he took a plate from your hands, eager to dig in. The two of you ate in silence, you spooning yourself up servings of kimchi fried rice while Sangyeon dove into a container of noodles and some egg rolls, his favorite from this spot a few blocks away from your place. He finished his food first, like he always did, sipping on his water as he stared over at you reverently.

“What?” You asked as you swallowed another mouthful of rice, a rare moment of self-consciousness bubbling up inside of you.

“I just like seeing you eat well. That’s all.”

He leaned in then and gave you a peck on your lips. It tasted faintly sweet like the sauce from his egg rolls and even though you knew he was trying to be quick you still got lost in it like you did every time he kissed you, closing your eyes for a moment before he pulled away.

“Uh uh, finish eating first and then let’s get ready for bed,” he chided, and you rolled your eyes, trying to finish the rest of your food as quickly as possible.

You’d already showered so once you were done eating you worked on brushing your teeth and cleaning your face as Sangyeon hopped into the shower. The two of you were so used to sharing space by now that you didn’t even blink twice as he took his shirt off before he even reached the bathroom. He finished undressing and slipped into the stream of warm water while you focused on yourself in the mirror, proud that you only peaked at his silhouette through the shower curtains once while he was cleaning up.

You were in bed laying under the sheets with a book in your hands when he finally got out of the bathroom, a look of pure bliss on his face as he put his towel away and made his way over to your shared bed. You could tell that, just as usual, he was feeling much better after a good shower.

He rolled under the sheets before leaning over towards you, his head craning towards your neck as he gave you another kiss there, this one slightly longer. You could feel the softness of his lips and smell the lavender scent of his shampoo, even noticing how smooth and soft the little bits of his skin that touched yours were from the lotion you always urged him to use.

You closed your book immediately and set it on the nightstand because you knew you wouldn’t be able to read a single word with him right beside you like this. Sangyeon shuffled even closer to you then, your shoulders touching as he raised his head to be at eye level again. His large hand landed on your thigh, the rough calluses of his palm contrasting with how gently he touched you and making goosebumps rise on your skin. You knew he was only touching you in a comfort sort of way but somehow it still made butterflies appear in your stomach - just like the first time the two of you ever laid together.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you looked over at him, not wanting to disrupt such a precious moment.

“For what?” he asked, a genuine curiosity lighting up his face.

You just tilted your head and shook it serenely, a tiny sigh leaving your lips.

“For taking care of me. Even when you’re exhausted.”

‘’Of course. I should be thanking you too, you know. I love you.”

He always said those three words so easily, like he was just breathing in air or blinking. They came out on instinct because at this point it was just a fact - he’d known for a while now that you were forever a part of him, simple as that.

You didn’t respond with words, instead leaning in with hooded eyes and cupping the side of his face with your hand. You kissed him softly, trying to tell him how you were feeling with your lips. Words had never come that easily to you.

He tilted his head and intensified the kiss, nipping at your lips a few times but keeping the pace slow and his kisses deep. You could feel his hair pressed against your forehead from how close he was and after a while it just felt like you were melting into each other somehow.

When you finally parted, he finished with another quick peck before quickly turning out the lamp on his side and pulling you into his arms, the two of you making yourselves comfortable as you laid down in bed.

“Come here,” Sangyeon mumbled in playful stubbornness, pulling you impossibly closer as you giggled.

Your head laid on his chest with an arm draped across his waist while his arm was securely wrapped around yours. The pairs of your legs tangled together seamlessly under the sheets as he laid on his back and you on your side, nestled into him.

As your eyes finally drifted closed, a whisper of “I love you too,” slipped from between your lips while your fingers rubbed back and forth across his wide chest, luring you to sleep.

“I know baby. I know.”

#sangyeon #sangyeon fluff #the boyz #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #sangyeon x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz fluff #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios

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beautifulchris · 2 years ago

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love die young

wc: 0,5k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: after months of young love, you decide it's best to part ways

genres: angst, breakup!au

tw: mention of death (just a thought) and anxiety

notes: this drabble is inspired by love die young by eric nam as requested by my friend. i hope i did it justice and it's angsty enough djdjdj @badwithten 🙏🏼 also the lyrics are in italic and 2/3 chris' thoughts. i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

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prequel to: fate brought us together again

GIF publié par sevengems07

Chris fell in love with you rather quickly. He was attracted to you the second he laid his eyes on you, your beautiful hair complimenting your face nicely.

He got the courage to speak to you after class one day, and your personalities matched perfectly.

It was young love at its finest.

You’d do everything together, without forgetting your respective family and friends.

This amazing relationship was around nine months old. Then, one afternoon at his house, you said something that shook his very core.

“Chris, I have to tell you something.”

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked, worry in his voice. You rarely called him by his name.

“I— OK, this is gonna be difficult.”

You breathed, throat tight.

You were seated on each side of the couch. At the sight of your dejected state, he moved closer to you, a reassuring hand pressed against your knee.

In his head, he imagined one of your family members passed away. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that could put you in such a distressed state.

“I want to break up.”

He thought wrong.

Your words felt like a bomb exploded in his chest. You weren't one to make jokes this hurtful, and he always knew when you lied.

The fact you were being real filled him with confusion and anxiety.

“I don’t understand,” was all he could reply.

Weren't you happy together during the many months you spent together? Was every single moment all a lie? Did he even know you like he thought he did?

“You don't love me anymore?” he resumed, “Did I do something? Is there someone else? Someone better?”

Self deprecating questions spiraling in his head, he felt like suffocating. He moved back, away from you.

“No, it's none of that, Chris. I promise. I just feel like I don’t know myself, and I need to. In order to know who I am… This journey I have to take alone.”

Tears were staining your shirt, but you didn't care one bit. Seeing him like this hurt more than words could describe.

“Please, don’t let this love —our love— die young.”

“I love you,” you said softly, “I just need to put myself first this time.”

“Y/N,” he whined, your words feeling like a white-hot knife cutting right through him. “I need you to stay.”

You sniffed, caressing his elbow with your thumb. The movement calmed his nerves, if only a little.

“And I need to go.”

Chris’ heart was hammering in his chest.

Tell me it was just a wrong feeling.

“I’m sorry,” you resumed, “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I’m leaving the day after summer break officially starts. We may never see each other again.” Your voice broke a little.

It was painful— no, crushing the both of you. However, you had to do it. For your own sake.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely seeing you through his tears.

He got closer to you, pressed his forehead against yours.

The goodbye kiss was passionate, teeth crashing and full of love and pain.

“Thank you,” you murmured, out of breath, when you let go of his face, “for everything.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I have to.”

These were the last words spoken to each other.

You left, heart heavy but determined to find yourself and be able to love yourself like you loved him.

Chris stayed for hours, crying on his couch.

Maybe I should blame myself for never thinking we’d end up this way.

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dittodon · 2 years ago

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ᶻz﹒sherlock holmes

— 012.5﹕cat

“meow”

scaramouche’s ears lit up when he heard an animal in the room, he looked at the area the sound was made and it was directed inside your room.

“meow”

there it was again, the noise that came from your room. light scratches were made and it was overheard by the male, he got up from his couch and went over to your room. now, scaramouche wasn't a man to prior inside someone’s room, especially without their consent, and especially when they’re not at home.

more sounds of scratches were made by the cat inside, and scaramouche could only assume that it would want to go outside the room. he didn’t want to open your door without your permission, but what if the cat was starving, or what if the cat was in need of help?

that’s when he came into thought and open the door, making sure not to overlook your personal belongings and to let your cat out.

he looked down and a small white-colored fur popped up at his feet. It meowed again with its teeth showing, and he could only assume they were hungry.

“You hungry, little one?”

it meowed again.

the male walked towards the kitchen, in hopes to find food to feed the said cat, and the white fur ball tailed his feet. he looked down behind him to meet a cat, he picked them up and carried them along the way.

scaramouche looked through the cabinet to find cat food in one of them, he looked towards the side to see a cat bowl beside him too.

“what the fuck, how did i not notice?”

he spoke to himself.

he picked up the cat food and poured some, presuming the cat's size, he believed they shouldn’t eat that much, thus the amount of food he gave. he put the white fur ball down and watch it waddle towards the food as they start eating.

‘i guess [name] forgot to feed them, they did seem kind of rushed when going out.’

scaramouche watched the little man eat and finish their portion, as they waddled back towards the man and hopped into his arms.

“i guess you’re with me now.”

and that’s how he kidnapped [name]’s cat.

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smau﹒scaramouche x gn!reader

sypnosis﹕not looking forward to your new roommate after the school finding out you've been living by yourself, you were greeted by an arrogant short man at the door. furthermore, he's been accompanied by his infuriating girlfriend. but from having him as a roommate, you find out secrets you'd wish to see, and secrets you feel guilty about knowing.

— note﹕filler chap, and eric nam ref

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jaestrz · 2 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 - 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐧 손영재

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff | angst | established relationship | idol!au

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: eric sohn x afab reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: pure pressure on reader | mentioned of anxiety

≡;- ꒰ ° when eric had to find out about your deep struggles you’ve been keeping over a podcast.꒱

“what if I’m someone I don’t want around?” -hs

You had known youngjae since… let’s say forever.

From the states to Korea, you knew every single one of his secrets, personality, character, abilities and interests. Or maybe at this point you know about him more than you know yourself.

He was like an angel sent from God. Someone that had been your comfort person, someone you could rely on and someone who was good at being a secret keeper. At least from what you had been telling yourself because you were the hardest person to open up to people. Even youngjae . You just couldn’t find the courage to speak about it.

If a balloon is filled with too much air, the more air enters the sooner it’ll explode.

“I heard there was a time where you said in vlive about how scary it was for you to think about the pressure being put in a group last minute during your trainee days. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t feel comfortable doing it.” Eric Nam said. Somehow you realised you haven’t talked about this kind of situation to youngjae before. Youngjae’s eyes turned soft when caught you in his sight.

“I don’t think I had ever told eric or the members about what I had truly felt joining a group that I didn’t expect to end up with especially when the choreographies and music were different than what I was taught back then when I was a trainee” you forced out a laugh while you felt youngjae’s hand rubbing the palm of your hand as a sign of showing he was here with you.

You were good at holding yourself back. “ I joined the company 2 weeks after Eric did. I think that time he was the only friend that I had in Korea because i had to rely on him. He was the only person who could speak English before I met Jacob and Kevin. We still do until now because talking in Korean with him, Jacob or Kevin would be a bit more awkward.” You added. What you said were true. You never actually thought about speaking Korean unless you were with the members who couldn’t understand English.

“So the both of you are actually childhood friends?” Eric asked and Youngjae nodded. “i didn’t actually think she was going to debut the same group as me either.” Youngjae laughed.

“I had a hard time adjusting myself to fit in.” You confessed and you had never seen youngjae looked at you that fast in your life.

His eyes and touch softens. Almost like his eyes were saying ‘how come you never told me this before?’. “what was it like?”

“scary, frustrating. Sometimes it’s just me alone. I think that was one of the bad habits I had. I tend to forget that I had people around me to open up.” You didn’t feel sad- well, maybe you did a little. But if you were buried in this kind of trouble then might as well confess it.

Because back then and now, at the end of the day all you have is yourself.

Guilt rushed in youngjae’s body.

This would be the first time in a while since you had been giving Eric the silent treatment. He seems fine. You said to yourself.

But something wasn’t right with today. At least that’s what you had in mind. It can’t be the stunts. Not even the dance moves. You weren’t satisfied with what you had done today. Even the simple copy Juyeon asked you to follow made you a little annoyed with how different it had look.

Of course Eric had noticed it. He had noticed it since this morning.

The first thing he thought was you were on your days. Which was wrong because he checked the tracker app on his phone that yours had recently end. So it wasn’t about that.

He saw the tears you were holding in. Seeing how you went somewhere else made him follow you. No, he couldn’t see you being sad alone. If the tears were going to spill at least let him be your own comfort person. His heart stings at the sight of you sitting alone in the locker room, your sobs echoed.

It felt more than a sword through the heart. The sight was painful.

You looked tired. You look like you could die. And he was disappointed he couldn’t be the reason of your happiness.

With light steps he walked up to you, feeling how you were inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. Your racing heart had calmed. “i’m here baby. I’m here now. It’s okay love.” He whispered, fluttering his eyes shut when he rested his chin on the top of your head while hugging you. Something about a hug filled with love and affection. God. His hugs were too comforting to pull away.

“I tried. I can’t get it off my chest.” You said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I had been letting everyone down since day 1 I had been here and-”

“you didn’t baby. You never let anyone down before. Not Sangyeon, not Juyeon, not Hyunjae, not Changmin and not even anyone else. You were the reason why everyone could smile everyday without having the sense of worry about a performance, an interview, or even filming something.” The male confessed, staring at you with adoration in his eyes while he tucks strings of your hair behind. “You are our source of energy and our comfort person that could get us through tiring schedules. If you can’t lean on us then we would be losing you as well.”

It shattered his heart into millions of pieces just thinking about it. You went through a hard time alone. Yet you managed to stand in front of people with a smile on your face like nothing had happened in your life. You endured everything without taking a break for years.

You don’t know how long had it been since you felt this kind of weight being lifted off your shoulders. Because when you said it felt good, it really did. When Eric saw that you had calmed down, he started cracking up some of his jokes.

Bad ones but they managed to get a laugh from you.

“hey! I made you laugh.” Eric remarked, pointing at the way your lips went upwards.

“but your joke were funny. I’m allowed to laugh.” You replied. There was a moment of silence before Eric speak up.

“Then I would rather make bad jokes for you everyday just to see this kind of smile from your face love.”

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astraystayyh · 1 year ago

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Stray kids song series masterlist

The series is finally done! this is my little thank you for hitting 2k followers!!!!! which is absolutely insane and i never thought i could reach that milestone. thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my works and for giving me a safe space to write, it truly means the world to me.

I'll be posting a fic a day starting from tomorrow, and I'm so excited for you all to read them :") thank you smm again, ilyyy all <33

• Myth- beach house. Bang Chan x reader. friends to lovers.

Skimming across the edge of being friends and something more with Chan is a dangerous game. Even more so when you're both sharing the same bed.

"The consequence of what you do to me, help me to name it."

• The only exception- paramore. barista Minho x reader. strangers to lovers. slow burn.

Minho was content with straying away as far as possible from love. That is until you stumbled into his café on a rainy night, and unwittingly, into his life.

"Cause none of it was ever worth the risk, but you are the only exception."

• The alternative- lyn lapid. brother's best friend Changbin x reader.

You've diligently chased the idea of being with Changbin out of your mind. That is until he picks you up from a bad date, making your steadfast resolve unravel all around you.

"Love is a risk. But what's the alternative?"

• Somebody else- the 1975. Hyunjin x reader. exes to lovers. miscommunication.

You and Hyunjin have broken up, guilt and blame simmering between you both. He doesn't care anymore, or so he thought. Then why does it hurt him to see you with someone else?

"Don't want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else."

• Backburner- niki. Han x reader. exes who can't move on.

It's been seven weeks since Han broke up with you. And yet, he's calling you every saturday night, without fault. And even though you try not to, you'll still pick up each time.

"You'd think I'd be a fast learner. But guess I won't ever mind crisping up in your backburner."

• If the world was ending- JP saxe, julia michaels. Felix x reader. estranged childhood best friend to lovers.

Felix has always been there with you, from the moment you've met him when you were 8 years old. Until he suddenly no longer was, and you were left to grapple with the consequences of his absence- and those of his return.

"If the world was ending you'd come over, right?"

• In my dreams - tearliner. Seungmin x reader. enemies to lovers.

Seungmin has never liked you. You never understood why, but you were slowly coming to terms with it. However, you gradually come to learn that there is more to his feelings than what meets the eye.

"I'm sorry that I misjudged you, until you wiped my tears off away."

• You're sexy, I'm sexy- eric nam. Jeongin x reader. friends to lovers.

Jeongin is out with his friends, and you. You're tipsy and sitting on his lap, and he doesn't think he can keep his crush for you at bay anymore.

"it could be simple as loving each other with no strings."

#skz song series #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz au #skz fic

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chimchimmarie · 1 year ago

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HE’S LEAVING ME

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Breakup Angst

Word Count: 650+

Summary: Your world ends at the hands of the man you love. The man who brought you back to life, only to kill every bit of you in the end.

AN: Jimin just enlisted today and I don’t know how to cope. This is me breaking. I listened to Eric Nam’s “Lose You” as I wrote this. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. The Photos are not mine. CTTO.

It took me a day to acknowledge that I am not okay. That my world is slowly crumbling down before my very eyes and that there’s nothing I can do to reverse it. To stop it. To fix it. Time has totally run out on me. It took one sleepless night before I finally snapped out of the numbing trance, which now tastes like fresh panic at the tip of my tongue.

Jimin is leaving me.

He is ending the only good thing I have ever had in this life.

He is ending us, and practically ending me— killing every living, hoping, and loving part of me.

Five years worth of memories flash before my eyes. I feel like there’s no amount of tears that could wash away this excruciating pain he has left me. My breath leaves me over and over again as I tear through every flashback, every fleeting moment, and every echo of him.

I can’t breathe. It’s too late to undo this hurt. I am not even sure I understand how we ended up here— hating each other, breaking each other, hurting each other.

“Did you even love me?”

My voice breaks as I chase after him. He stops just right before the bedroom door. But he doesn’t turn around to face me.

“Did you even love me!!??”

I scream until my lungs give out and my frantic voice shatters the stillness in the room.

“Answer me you f—cking asshole!!!”

My own outburst shocks me and I regret it as soon as I had said it. But it’s too late for that now. My hands are cold and shaking, tears flowing like rapids and it tunnels my vision.

My breaths are labored as I wait for him to say something.

Anything.

He turns around and looks straight at me. And I don’t recognize the man in front of me anymore. There’s a look on his face that I can’t place.

Is it regret, hurt, resentment? I don’t know anymore. He’s not the same guy I fell in love with five years ago. And as soon as it hit me, I break even more.

I break the eye contact and fall to my knees. It’s too painful to even look at him now. So I stare at the hardwood floor.

Something in me bursts with the realization that this is it. The end of everything I’ve worked hard to build. The love I sincerely believed to be the one to save me.

I break, and the sound I make as I cry my soul out scares me. It wrecks me.

“Stand up. Stop it. Don’t do this.”

His voice is void of emotion. He sounds nothing like the man who had held my heart in his hands from day one. Trusting him with every piece of it, but only to crush it five years later.

My mind is chaos. I struggle to understand when exactly did I start losing him. It might have been months or years prior. I feel like I have been blindsided. I’ve been hit hard without knowing what hit me. We’re both in the same room. And I have been staring at perfection up until this point. But he’s now about to wreck it.

He starts to say more but I’m already starting to crawl into myself. I feel myself let the pain rush into every space in me that’s left until everything turns numb, and the image of Jimin is nothing but a speck in the hollow of my mind.

I let him kill everything that is me.

I let go. I give up. I stop fighting for the man I still love. The man I lost somewhere down the line.

There was nothing left to fight for, so I let him leave.

And as I hear the door close after him, I feel every part of me really start to die.

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minnie--verse · 1 year ago

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First Date Pt. 4/Final part! (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PART 4/FINALE!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan. And you continue to meet chan... every day.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, some anger from mc, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort, slow burn.

general warnings: barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~4.8k

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, first meets, first love flutters.

author's note: The last and final part of my mini series! This was based off the song I Think I Know You by Sarah Barrios and Eric Nam! Please give it a listen for the full experience!! I'm so glad to see so many people who enjoyed this series, I had originally meant to just write it for my best friend and leave it in google drive lol but I figured why not share it with everyone on here anyway yk? ANYWAY PLEASE ENJOY IT!!!

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Chris’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, searching for some kind of answer from your eyes. Something finally broke through to you, and Chris had to know what it was in case it doesn’t happen tomorrow. He had put too much effort and time into you to let this just slip out of his fingers. He let out a soft laugh and moved his head to be in your line of sight.

“No, no, what did you remember?” Chris persists, smiling through the surprise in his eyes.

You laughed slightly, taking the football from his hands and holding it up, “It’s nothing I just-- I must have dreamt it, but I remember playing this with someone.”

You had to’ve dreamed it, it was the only excuse you could come up with. Chris is just a new customer to the cafe, and you’ve never met him ever in your life. You laugh it off, and look down at the cafe table with a light flush on your cheeks.

“I must have a knack for embarrassing myself in front of strangers,” You sigh as you recover from the moment.

Chris couldn’t think of anything to say. His heart was beating so fast and hard that he was afraid you could hear it from across the table, and all he could do was smile knowing you had remembered him from day one.

He cleared his throat, and placed his phone down on the table, “I don't think it’s embarrassing,” He pauses, “Anything else seem… familiar?”

You pressed your lips together and stood up from the table, wondering how weird you’d seem if you told him that his voice specifically was in your head, “Uhm, not… not really.” You shake your head at him, and straighten your apron.

“Yo! Chris--”

A loud voice echoes through the cafe, and you turn your head behind you to see another guy quickly approaching Chris with a big smile and a computer bag hanging from his shoulder. His smile was almost as infectious as Chris’s and you took a step back from the table so he could sit with his friend.

You watch Chris’s eyebrows knit together, and his eyes flicker across his friend’s face in confusion, “Han?”

Han looked at you for a moment and then back to Chris, “Am I.. interrupting?” He asks, pointing between the two of you.

You quickly hold up your hands and shake your head, “Oh, uhm no. I just, uhm-- Thought he reminded me of someone but it was just a mistake.”

You watched the two boys exchange a glance you couldn’t quite discern, and Chris speaks up next with his eyes unblinking as he stares down Han, “Something about deja vu, you know how it is.”

You press your lips together into a tight smile before excusing yourself back to your work behind the counter. Despite the lighthearted exchange, the peculiar sensation lingers in the background.

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As you continue to steam milk and clean down the equipment, you can't shake the feeling that there's more to this odd memory than meets the eye. The cafe buzzes with activity, but in that moment, a subtle thread of mystery weaves through the air. When it slowed, you mindlessly sang along to whatever was playing overhead in order to relax and stop thinking about what had happened earlier.

Chris couldn’t help but listen when you sang. He’d heard it every day and he never grew tired of it, noticing you favored the softer, more indie feelings songs in comparison to the popular media that played between them. He always took his headphones down from his head and rested them around his neck just so he could hear you softly singing, imagining that one day maybe he’d be able to mix something just for you.

You glance up at the two of them every so often, more specifically, you look at Chris. You chew on your cheek in thought, something was odd about the memory but you couldn’t quite place it and it was driving you fucking crazy. You look at the two boys as they bicker about something on their computers, your hand slipping off the handle of the steamer and your arm touching the hot metal causing you to jerk your hand away with a hiss.

“Shit--” you whisper, glancing down at your fingers and inspecting it before looking around to see Changbin watching you with a raised brow and you give him a small thumbs up, “I’m alright, no worries.”

“And mentally?” Changbin says, drying off a white mug with a towel. “Your head has been literally anywhere but the cafe today.”

You shrug at him, dumping the over-steamed milk from the mug and pouring a fresh bit to re-steam, “My head is perfectly attuned to my work, Bin.”

“Sure, because you haven’t been staring at that guy for your whole shift,” Changbin says with an eyeroll before reaching for the mug in your hands and putting it aside to have your full attention, “Did he upset you? I can make him leave if--”

“No! God no, Bin,” You say quickly, carding your hands through your hair, “It was nothing, I just thought I knew him from somewhere.”

Changbin freezes as he stares you down, just blinking at you. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to react, “what do you mean by that?”

You make a face at Changbin and laugh a little, “It’s nothing serious, I just thought I had met him before but it was just a misunderstanding.”

Lie. You shift your weight and cross your arms over your chest. You watch Changbin turn over his shoulder and glare at Chris before looking back at you, squinting as he looks you up and down.

“And?”

“What do you mean?” You say quickly, scrunching your nose at him.

“Y/N, i know you better than you know how to make a decent cup of coffee. What else happened that you didn’t tell him?” Changbin pressed, nodding his head to where Chris and Han were seated. Unfortunately, having a best friend like him means he knows what’s going on in your head.

You huff and your arms fell from your chest, “I found this on my doormat this morning, and when I unfolded it I saw his name and order. The same one he placed today, so I asked him about it and--” you pause.

“Is he stalking you?” Changbin said quickly, unfolding the receipt and reading it for himself, “I can report him if he’s stalking you--”

“No--God, hover parent much?” You huff, pushing him gently, “Anyway, when I sat down with him we started talking and I flicked the football at him and I like-- I swear I remember playing that with him. I remember talking with him, but I swear I have never seen him before.”

Changbin stares at you over the paper in his hands, his mouth opens as if he was going to say something then he turns around to look at Chris. You take the receipt back out of his hands and fold it back up, and Changbin looks down at his empty hands before facing you again.

“Do you remember him?” He breathes.

“Yes and no?” You say with a half shrug while your face scrunches, “I thought maybe we had met before, but I think it’s just deja vu,” You say, returning to your cleaning tasks as your shift comes to an end.

Changbin smiles softly, and tosses the white towel he was holding over his shoulder, “Deja vu sounds about right,” he says, watching you continue your work.

You let out a sigh. Something about this isnt sitting right. Reaching behind your back, your fingers untangle the bow to your apron and slip it off over your head. There was something about looking at Chris that made you feel like you were closer than strangers, like he had some way of invading your memory without you even noticing. You punch out from your shift and reapproach Chris and Han as they chatter about some project they were working on.

“Dude, this song is all we have-- we have to turn it in. JYP isn’t going to be happy going yet another week without a new song,” Han huffs, leaning his chair onto the back two legs.

“Look, I know but if she’s starting to remember then putting this song out is a risk. I don't think it’s a good--” Chris stops in the middle of his sentence when he sees you approaching them and greets you with that same warm smile, “Hey again.”

“Uh, hey--” You start, awkwardly reaching into your back pocket and taking out the paper football in his hands and holding it out to him, “I just forgot to give you this.”

Chris takes it from your hands and flips it before placing it on the table, “Oh yeah, thank you.”

Before you could walk away, Han speaks up while gently resting his hand on the table as he leans towards you, “Hey, can we get your input on something?”

The sudden question catches you off guard, but if it was an excuse to talk to Chris and figure out what that memory was about then you weren’t going to deny it. You give a quick nod and take a seat next to Han.

“So we make music, and having an outsider’s perspective on our project helps a lot,” Han starts, pointing at his computer, “We’re turning this one in tomorrow and I feel like there’s something missing from it, would you give it a listen for me?”

Han was already handing you his headphones before you could object, the bulky black over ear headphones rested on top of your head comfortably. They matched the ones Chris was wearing and you could see a bit of a flush form on Chris’s face as he looked at his computer screen intensely, as to not make eye contact with you.

The music started, a gentle piano echoing slightly between your ears before you hear a voice come in, it’s mid pitched and soothing. Han watches you expectantly and Chris avoids eye contact with you as he types away.

The voice is incredible, and without even knowing it you were smiling as you listened to it. You silently point at Han, asking if it was him singing and you watched him shake his head no before pointing across the table at Chris; who looked mortified that you were listening to him sing.

You reach across and waved a hand near his computer screen to get his attention and when he finally looks up, you give him a smile and a thumbs up. His voice was the kind you hear and suddenly the world stopped spinning, giving you the entire moment to just take it in and enjoy hearing it to the fullest extent.

The music cuts out, and you slip off Han’s headphones and pass them to him gently before looking at Chris, “I… wow. That was actually amazing, Chris.”

“Thanks… Kinda embarrassing to have someone listen to your music right in front of you though you know?” CHris laughs gently, his eyes locking with Han’s as if he was warning him.

Han rolls his eyes before facing you, “I’m gonna be real, we need someone to duet with Chris in it.”

You raise your brows at the comment, shifting your eyes between the two boys, “I think that’s a great idea. It would balance out kind of like a story.”

Han looks pointedly as Chris while gesturing to you dramatically, “See!? I told you she’d do it.”

“Woah-- Hold on,” You say quickly, a tinge of uncertainty in your voice, "I'm not really used to singing for people, let alone two guys I don't really know. It's a bit out of my comfort zone."

There was literally no way in hell you were going to sing on a song for two--well… one guy you don't know and another you have hardly any memory of. The only singing you’d ever done was for yourself. You glance at Chris, seeking some reassurance. He gives you a wince of hope, trying to encourage you, but the reluctance still lingers. The thought of putting yourself out there feels intimidating.

"Come on, Y/N. It's just a small gig," Han insists, his eyes reflecting a genuine belief in your abilities. “You were singing just a little bit ago, I think you would be perfect for it.”

Despite his reassurances, a knot of reluctance tightens in your stomach. The fact you were even talking with two random people feels like a leap into the unknown, let alone in considering singing for them.

Chris passes you a notebook, “Here, these are the lyrics.”

You glance at the lyrics, imagining the notes resonating in the studio, and a mixture of excitement and apprehension tugs at your heart. The lyrics were close to home, and your eyes flicker at Chris. He had to’ve met me before and I just don't remember it.

After a moment of contemplation, you take a deep breath and meet their gaze. "Okay, let's do it. I'll give it a try."

A genuine excitement lights up Han's face, and Chris lets out a breath he was holding. You card your fingers through your hair and laugh embarrassingly before Han quickly packs up and drags you out of the cafe with Chris in tow.

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You stand still in a closed off room with a large window on the wall that allows you to see Han seated at the soundboard, “So… this is how you record then?”

Chris nods his head softly as he adjusts the microphone to match your height, “Yeah, this is the part of the studio that keeps all the outside noise at bay so we only pick up the audio we want.” Chris explains, tightening the knob to keep the microphone in place now that it was right where it should be.

You watched as Chris leaned over to the stand behind you, and you felt your chest tighten at the proximity to him. The warmth of his skin radiating enough for you to feel it before he stand up and gently places the headset over your ears. He leans back to look at your face, eyes flickering between your own, “comfortable?”

You nod, “y-yeah, they’re good,” you say, reaching up to touch the headphones on your head and giving Chris a smile as you shift your weight and he leaves you alone in the room. He takes a seat by Han and you watch as they speak a little bit in silence. Chris looks anxious, Han rolls his eyes at him and says something exasperated before turning to face the window and pressing a button.

“Can you hear us okay?” his voice booms into your headphones, and you give them a thumbs up.

“This feels insane,” You say with a small laugh, “Are you sure you don't want someone who is known for singing to do this?”

Chris shakes his head before finally looking at you, “Nah, you’ll do great, Y/N.” His signature smile was showing through with his words, and it made you feel at ease even when doing something as crazy as this. “You’ll have my track playing in the background so you can hear how the song is sung. We can re-take things so don’t stress if you mess up, yeah?”

You give him a thumbs up before you see Han put up his hand, counting down from five as you hear the music start playing in your ears. The delicate piano chords echo in your head again and you take a deep breath as Han finally reaches zero.

“You say down right at the corner of my table, and I don't know what it is but I swear I’m feeling deja vu.”

Your eyes closed and the lyrics moved past your lips almost effortlessly, you could hear yourself in the speakers of the headphones. When you open your eyes, Chris’s own meet yours as if he’d never looked away from you. As the music swells you watch him slowly spin the paper football in his fingers and your mind is flooded with the same memory from earlier.

You flick the folded paper and send it flying, over-shooting the goal and Chris letting out a small chuckle as he picks up the paper, “So do I get to know my opponent’s name anytime soon?” He says as he flicks it towards you, his eyes flicking up at you from your hands as you pick up the little paper.

“Y/N,” You say as you sink down into your chair to line up your shot, your tongue sticking out as you focus and send it flying through his hands. You glance up at him as he picks up the paper, “So are you like-- a part of a famous paper football league that I’ve not heard of?”

In a split second you find yourself transported to a different moment – the first time you met Chris. The memory floods your senses: the laughter, the shared conversation, and the spark of connection that had lingered in the air. It's as if a hidden door in your mind has swung open, revealing a scene that was once obscured.

“Swear I feel you in my memory, I think I’ve seen you in my dreams. Maybe you and I have history but I don’t think you know me--”

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you stop singing, the weight of this recollection settles over you. The realization is overwhelming, like a sudden rush of emotions that you weren't prepared for. Faces in the cafe become blurred, replaced by the vivid image of Chris, his smile etched into the canvas of your memory.

“If there was a league, I’d be famous by now and you would have had to ask me for my name at the register,” he says with a playful head nod as he continues to flick the paper back and forth between the two of you, “But unfortunately there’s not, so I make music.”

"You make music?" you ask with a teasing glint in your eyes, "I thought you were auditioning for NSYNC with that outfit."

He looks down at himself, an amused expression playing on his face. "What's wrong with my outfit? I thought it was a fashion statement."

You lean in, pretending to inspect his ensemble with exaggerated seriousness, "Well, if the statement is 'I'm bringing back the '90s,' then mission accomplished,” you bring your hands up to make air quotes with your fingers when you say that.

Oh my god the bucket hat. You remember him wearing stupid bucket hat. A mixture of confusion and awe lingers in your eyes as you stare at Chris and you find yourself grappling with the significance of this sudden memory recall. The once-disconnected pieces of your encounters with Chris start to form a more coherent picture, leaving you in a state of introspection.

“Have we met before? Maybe in another life I knew you, maybe if I try I’ll see right through you and I’ll remember who we were.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion, you find yourself only listening to Chris’s singing in your ears as you collect your thoughts. The weight of the forgotten memory mingles with the joy of rediscovery. It's a bittersweet realization – a fragment of your past brought back to life in the present.

You remember Chris's visits, his patient smile each day, a consistent presence for you. Every day, he came back. The thought resonates within you, and a warmth spreads through your chest. The realization is both heartwarming and heartbreaking – a testament to the resilience of a connection that transcends the limitations of memory.

You recall the moments when Chris would visit, sharing stories and laughter as if each encounter were a brand-new beginning. The frequency of his visits, the sincerity in his eyes – it all makes sense now. The times you were less than kind to him, and the one time Changbin kicked him out of the cafe all because you didn’t remember him. He didn't let the forgetfulness deter him; instead, he embraced each meeting with unwavering dedication.

Emotions surge within you like a tidal wave, and you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Clarity, like a long-lost friend, has found its way back to you. Studio and music in your ears cuts out as you navigate the flood of memories that has rushed back to you. Chris, gaze never wavering from you as he watches the changes in your face, reaches forward and presses a button to allow his voice to reach you.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

As you stand before him, tears well up in your eyes, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself and you shake your head to dismiss his concerns.

“You know that bucket hat looked awful on you.”

Chris’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, staring at you as if you were crazy. Then his eyes slowly soften, then widen, and you watch his lips part as he smiles, the same one that had melted you the first day you’d met.

“Oh my god--” His voice cuts out as you watch him quickly stand up and enter the recording room.

"Chris," you begin, your voice quivering with the weight of the revelation. "I remember. I remember everything." His eyes widen, and a spectrum of emotions dances across his face – surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, but you continue before he can find the words.

"I remember you coming in that day, your smile, the way you patiently shared stories, how I had you kicked out," you confess, tears streaming down your cheeks. The weight of the unsaid becomes a palpable presence in the studio, “I remember you showing me Han’s song, I remember you walking me home, I remember-- God, I remember everything.”

Chris, struck by the depth of your revelation, leans forward, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. "You... remember?"

You nod, a mixture of joy and sorrow in your eyes, "Yes, Chris. And I remember the first day we met, how you made me laugh with that paper football game. And I remember the way you smiled at me when I said the 90s was an awful time for fashion and how I fell for you in that moment."

As Chris takes in your revelation, a mixture of disbelief and joy dances in his eyes. He gazes at you, absorbing the weight of your words, and then a tender smile graces his face. With a sincerity that pierces through the air, he begins to share his side of the story.

"Y/N," he starts, his voice tinged with emotion. "Every day, I walked into that cafe, hoping that it would be the day you remembered. Even when you didn't, it was worth it. Your smile, your laughter – they became the highlights of my day."

He takes a deep breath, as if collecting the scattered fragments of his emotions. "I fell for you so hard, right from the start. Your kindness, your laugh, the way you were so warm and inviting to everyone – it was impossible not to fall in love with you."

"I love how you find joy in the little things, how you light up when you talk about your favorite songs, and the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. It's like every moment with you is a melody, and I can't get enough of it," Chris continues, his gaze locked onto yours.

Tears glisten in your eyes as you listen to him pour his heart out, the weight of his love both comforting and overwhelming. Chris's vulnerability becomes a bridge that connects every memory you have of him, and he pulls you into his arms tightly.

"I love you for who you are, Y/N, and every version of you, even the one who couldn't remember,” He breathed into your hair, eyes screwed shut as he held you close to him.

“Don’t let me forget you again, okay?”

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The blaring alarm pierced through the veil of your dreams, a relentless assault on the peace that only moments ago had surrounded you. Groggily, you fumbled on the nightstand for the offending device, your hand clumsily slapping at the snooze button in a desperate attempt to silence the intrusion before your hand slips and it falls off your night stand, alarm still blaring.

“God damn it…” You curse under your breath as a resentful sigh leaves your lips. Reluctantly, you threw off the warmth of the covers and reached for your phone, the bright screen reading 4:30AM. Your body was protesting the untimely disturbance as the coldness in the air replaced the coziness of your bed. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow through the curtains, felt like a sanctuary you were being forcibly expelled from. The cool floor beneath your feet served as a stark reminder that the inviting embrace of your bed was now just a fading memory.

As you stood there, the harsh reality of the impending workday began to settle in. The day ahead loomed like an insurmountable mountain, and as much as you didn’t want to go make coffee for stuck up business men and housewives with too much time on their hands, you promised to open the shop this morning and you were absolutely kicking yourself for it.

Dragging yourself toward the bathroom, you squinted against the bright light, your reflection in the mirror a testament to the reluctant and incredibly rude awakening. With each passing minute, the realization that the sanctuary of sleep was slipping away. The only thing keeping you moving was knowing you got to have a free cup of coffee as soon as you got there.

The clock ticks, the seconds slipping away, and with each passing moment, the inevitable draws nearer. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating the merits of calling in sick, but reality nudges you with a firm reminder of bills and responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, you brush your teeth and hair as you attempt to blink away the grogginess in your eyes. The morning routine is a series of half-hearted motions. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror wears the exhaustion of someone who'd rather be doing anything but going to work.

The uniform feels like a straitjacket, but you squeeze into it, donning the required apron with a resignation that accompanies the mundane. As you lace up your shoes, you can almost hear the distant and antagonistic laughter of those still wrapped in the warm embrace of their dreams.

The walk to work is a slow march, the chilly air of Seoul biting at your skin. The vibrant sunrise paints the sky, a cruel juxtaposition to your muted mood. The comforting scent of freshly ground coffee wafts from the shop, a mixed blessing as it both heralds the start of another day and wraps you in the familiar embrace of your workplace as you tuck yourself behind the counter swiftly.

The clock on the wall seems to mock you, displaying a time that's far later than you intended to arrive. With an apologetic smile, you make your way to the locker and quickly toss an apron over your head, hoping to go unnoticed.

However, your hopes are dashed as you hear a playful voice from across the room. "Well, well, if it isn't our resident time traveler. Did you bring back any cool gadgets from the future, Y/N?" your boss Changbin teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You chuckle nervously, appreciating the light-hearted tone. "Just a tardiness superpower, I guess. I thought I'd share it with the team today," you reply, feigning innocence.

Changbin leans against your desk, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, the infamous tardiness superpower. I've heard it's all the rage in the superhero world. Fashionably late, right?"

You nod, playing along. "Exactly! It's the new trend. Fashionably late is the new on-time."

Changbin laughs, shaking his head. "Well, as long as you don't start wearing a cape to work, I think we can forgive a little tardiness now and then. Just don't make it a habit, superhero."

Customers trickle in, their orders becoming a monotonous hum. With each espresso shot pulled, you feel a little more awake, a little more alive. The routine becomes a rhythm, a dance with the coffee machines. And as you hand over that first latte of the day, you realize that despite the initial reluctance for starting the day, there's a certain satisfaction in being part of the daily grind. And to which, you let out a small laugh at your own pun and shake your head before glancing back up to be met with the next customer.

When you looked up, you were greeted with chocolatey brown eyes that crinkled a little as he smiled at you. It was a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and it was a smile that definitely melted yours. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hey, Chris.”

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Author's note: I am... to happy with how this turned out. Let me know if there's any mistakes I missed, it is very late for me as I'm getting this posted and I half-proof read it! Please enjoy the last part, and tell me all about your favorite parts of the series<3 I'll be back soon with a new series as soon as I can lovelies ^.^ Again, this is for my best friend Baylee. I love you more than you love Chan. Seriously.

Love, Bunn XOX

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