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He Calls you Clingy - Lee Know

Lee Know x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: Angst, fighting, mentions of drug abuse (not by skz or you), forced entry, injury, hospital, inaccurate police and medical talk, cursing

Word Count: 9.2k

Screenshots: 10

Summary: You and Lee Know had been friends for a few years, he had entrusted you to be his cat sitter. Knowing that you would take good care of his cats, over time you had gained feelings for him. You thought that maybe he might feel the same for you but at the same time you weren’t sure because he was always hot and cold towards you. One night when your neighbor attacks you, you text Minho for help but he calls you clingy and tells you to leave him alone. When he comes back from tour and tries to act all friendly, and doesn’t remember, you get upset with him, will you end up forgiving him?

Photo's not mine (Except for message screenshots) credit goes to photographers

I had known Lee Minho for a few years now, I considered him one of my closest friends but I knew that in his mind I was just his cat sitter. Part of me always harbored a secret crush on the quiet man but I knew that he would never see me the same way, I mean why would he? He was an idol, he could get whoever he wanted and I was just me, the girl who would watch his cats for him. Sometimes we would hang out outside of me watching his babies, but most of the time that’s all I ever did. He would sometimes invite me over to a movie night with him and the boys, or a dinner that they were doing. He’d always check in on me after I watched the cats, while I watched them and sometimes even when I hadn’t watched them in a while. Sometimes because of this I’d think that maybe just maybe he felt the same but then he’d go day’s, weeks and even months without speaking to me and it would solidify the fact that he didn’t feel the same way about me. I wish that he did, but I knew that it was wishful thinking and that it was better to try and move on from my crush on him, save myself the heart ache.

Present:

I knew that it was hopeless to hold out the hope that he would one day feel the same for me, but that was the logical side of me. The emotional side of me wanted to keep holding out that hope. I was currently sitting for Minho, I knew that he and Han were going to be back soon from their Hong Kong shows and I knew that they would be tired and want to rest. I tried to stay here as close to when they get home, not entirely because I don’t want to leave the cats home alone but because I don’t want to go home. The neighborhood that I live in is a really bad neighborhood and my neighbor makes it even worse, constantly begging me for money whenever he sees me and if he hears me come home he will bang on my door until I either call the police on him or I give in and give him what little money I have. Unfortunately Han does know about where I live because of the one time he had to take me home after a late night hangout session when my vehicle had been broken. He’s tried to convince me to leave but I can’t move because I can’t afford anywhere else.

I’m curled up on the couch with all three of the cats laid out in various places around me. I had meant to set my alarm so that I was gone before they got home but in my tired haze I had fallen asleep before I even had the chance. The only reason I even woke up was because I heard Minho grumbling about some reporters at the airport not respecting their space and almost knocking over one of the members. I jolted up, scaring the cats and the boys as they weren’t expecting me to still be at the dorms.

“Y/nnie? Why are you still here?” Minho asks, setting his bag down by the door. I can see Hans head pop in from the side.

“I accidentally fell asleep before setting an alarm. I didn’t mean to stay until you two came back.”

“What time did you fall asleep y/nnie?” Han asks, finally coming into the living room.

“Uh, what time is it now?”

“It’s a little after 3:30.” Minho responds.

“I fell asleep around 10 then.”

“Why were you here so late?” Minho asks, almost suspicious of me.

“I felt bad leaving the babies alone.” I try to come up with a believable excuse.

“They would have been fine.” Minho responds, almost seeming to get annoyed.

“I know, but still. I like being around them and my apartment gets so lonely, and you two were getting back late so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to hang out with them a little later. I just hadn’t meant to fall asleep.”

“It’s ok y/nnie. Minho Hyung is just tired and forgetting to mention that he’s thankful that you didn’t want the kitties to be lonely, right Minho Hyung?”

“Right.” “Right, it’s late or well early. I’ll get out of your guy's hair so that you can get some sleep.”

“You’re going to drive home at three in the morning?” Han asks me, concerned.

“I mean yea, it won’t be that bad of a drive with there being no traffic.”

“Why don’t you just stay here until morning and then in the morning we can go get breakfast and then you can go home?” Han asks, trying to get me to stay. I know he’s trying to get me to stay so that I don’t have to deal with my neighbor.

“Han, just let her go home if she wants to go home.” Minho cuts in.

“Hannie, I’ll be ok. Promise and if I need anything I promise I will text you. I’ve done this drive countless times.”

“Fine, but if you need anything and I mean anything please do not hesitate to reach out to me ok?”

“Ok Hannie, I won't hesitate.”

I grab my bag from staying over and head to the door, Minho doesn’t even say bye to me, but Han walks me down to my car wanting to make sure that I get in ok and it starts. I know that he worries and I feel bad for worrying him, but I can’t stay there with Minho, not when I feel the way I do about him and knowing that he doesn’t feel the same way about me. Han knows that I have feelings for Minho, he keeps telling me that I should confess to Minho. He claims that Minho feels the same way about me but with the way that he treats me in person, I don’t know how to believe him. Minho over the phone is a completely different person to Minho in person, when I am texting Minho he’s super sweet and caring but when I try to talk to him in person he’s super cold and distant, barely showing any interest in me.

At Home:

To try and prevent my neighbor from realizing that I’m home I turn my lights off a few houses away and when I park I take a few minutes to get everything set so that I can run from my car to my door. I hold my keys in my hand so that as soon as I’m at my front door I can unlock my door, I have my pepper spray in the other hand and my bag over my shoulder. I take a deep breath and get out of my car, shutting my door as quietly as I can, before I take off running to my apartment. I barely make it inside and lock my door before I hear my neighbor come outside. I can tell that he’s not sober tonight and I’m thankful for the fact that I made it inside before he noticed I was home. He came up the stairs to my door, yelling loudly about how he wanted money and that I should give it to him. I tried my best to ignore him but he kept getting louder and soon began to bang on my door. I knew that if I didn’t do something soon either one of the other neighbors would call the police or he would end up breaking my door.

I didn’t have the energy to deal with him breaking my door so I yelled out that I was calling the police, at this point the police were on speed dial on my phone. I knew that they should have been able to do more than give him a warning but they claimed that because he hadn’t actually broken in there wasn’t anything that they could do. Thankfully with them showing up he would lay low for a few days but it never lasted and it would be back to the same thing in a few days. After all the commotion ended I finally remembered to text Han and let him know that I made it home

I’m nervous about how the movie night will go but I’m also too tired to even begin to think about that tonight. I have a week to think about how it might go, and I’m sure that everything will be just fine because it’s not like it’s going to be just the three of us. It’ll be all of the boys there, so there will be multiple people acting as a buffer between Minho and I. I drift off to sleep before I can think too much more about it.

Movie Night:

My day had already been hellishly long, my boss was an ass and basically using me as his personal punching bag. He had assigned me tasks that were outside of my field, so I had no idea how to do them and when I tried to explain that to him I was reprimanded and told that I was talking back to him. And then when I had to quickly look up the tasks that he wanted me to do, I was reprimanded again for ‘slacking off’ during office hours. And to make matters worse, when I was unable to complete the tasks in the time frame that he wanted, he got angry and basically claimed that I had purposely taken too long to do the tasks because I was trying to fight with him again and was then written up. I tried to bring the issues up to HR but they didn’t do anything about it, basically telling me to suck it up.

I was thankful that I would get to relax with the guys and enjoy the movie night. I knew that they had already started but Han had said to just come in. He had also mentioned that he had gotten my favorite snacks and had convinced Minho to cook my favorite dinner, leaving a plate of it in the fridge for me. Sometimes I wish that I saw Han the way that I saw Minho, but I only saw Han as a brother and that’s all I would ever see him as and he would only ever see me as a sister.

When I walked into Han and Minho’s dorm, I could hear the boys laughing about something happening in the movie, it was nice to see them finally getting time to relax. I quickly took off my work shoes and slipped on the slippers that Minho had gotten for me when I cat sit. Before I can move further into the dorm I’m greeted by Soonie and Dori, I eagerly lean down and pet them. Happy to see them after such a long day, I want to see Doongie but I’m sure that he’s either with Minho or is hiding somewhere with all the commotion around the dorm. When I stand up I find Minho standing in front of me, I give him a small smile but he doesn’t return it. I swallow nervously, Minho can look very intimidating when he wants to and right now he looks really intimidating.

“What are you doing here?” Minho questions me.

“Han invited me, he um said it was ok with you and the rest of the guys.” “Well I’m not ok with it. This was supposed to be a guys night, not a guys night plus you.”

“I’m sorry. I had specifically told Han to ask you before inviting me.”

“Just go home y/n.” I’ve heard Minho angry, and his tone is getting close to that. I inhale sharply, not expecting his tone.

“I’m really sorry Minho. I’m really tired and it’s a long drive home for me, Han said that I could crash in his room tonight. So I will just go in there instead of joining for movie night, ok?”

“It’s what, a 30 minute drive? Just go home, I don’t want you here and no one else except for Han wants you here.” His words hit me like a slap to the face, I take a step back as if he had just done that.

“Look Minho, I am sorry for intruding on your guys night, I truly didn’t mean to. I will stay out of your hair, but I have had a long day and really do not have the energy to drive home tonight. It’ll be as if I’m not even here, ok?.” I say, trying to fight back tears at his cruel words.

“Whatever.” He says before angrily turning back towards the living room.

I wait until I am calm enough that I know I won’t break into tears before walking towards Han’s room. Just as I’m about to pass Han he grabs my wrist, giving me a questioning look but all I can do is shake my head at him. I don’t want to explain to him what just happened, so I lightly tug my wrist free from his hand and continue to his bedroom. I don’t have to look behind me to know that he’s following me, I know he can see that I’m upset and he won’t leave me alone until he knows why.

“Y/nnie, you look like you're about ready to burst into tears. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just been a long day, my boss is an ass and then there’s Minho.” “What did Minho do?” “Oh you know, just being his usual self.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that y/n.”

“Hannie, he told me that no one wants me here except for maybe you.” I say while giving up on fighting the tears

“He said that?”

“Yes, he said that tonight was guys night. Not guys night plus me.” “I’m sorry y/n. When I asked him on Saturday he said that he was fine with you joining us.”

“Hannie, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep dealing with his whiplash emotions, I can’t handle it anymore.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m done Hannie. I give up, I’m giving up on the one person that I really think that I’ve loved.” “Y/nnie, I am begging you. Do not give up just yet, give it just a little more time.” “Hannie, I want to believe you when you say that he feels the same but after tonight, I just don’t know how to anymore.” “Don’t give up just yet, ok?” “I don’t know. Not anymore.” “Don’t think about it tonight, just get some sleep. I’ll be out in the living room if you need anything.” I don’t argue with Han and let myself fall into his bed, he wraps the blankets around me like a cacoon. Pretty soon after I am out like a light and the world is dead to me.

Han’s POV:

I march out of my bedroom and into the living room, when I spot Minho I march over to him. I grab him by the ear and drag him into the kitchen. I can see and hear the other members call after us in question but I’m too focused on Minho and knocking some sense into him before he loses the one girl he’s ever wanted. As I drag him, I can hear him cry out in pain but at this point I can’t find it in myself to care, he deserves a little pain after what he’s doing to y/n.

“Ow. Han, what are you doing? Will you let go of my ear?” “What am I doing? What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? You’re the one dragging me by my ear.”

“You’re the one who is about to lose y/n if you don’t get your shit together.”

“What do you mean I’m going to lose y/n?” “If you keep up this cold and distant act, you are going to lose her.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, she is under the impression that you have no feelings for her and that any hope of a relationship with you is false hope.” “What? She doesn’t think that.” “Yes, she does. You are losing her and unless you change how you act, you will lose her for good.”

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“Then stop being an idiot and get your shit together.” “Right. I need to apologize, I said something pretty shitty to her tonight.”

“Yeah, you did. Why in the actual fuck would you say that to her? Of course the others would want to see her.” “I don’t know why I said that to her, I wasn’t thinking. I panicked when I saw her.”

“Well, apologize to her tomorrow. She’s already asleep.”

Your POV:

The Next Morning:

When I woke up, it was hard to open my eyes. I tried my best to not cry myself to sleep but I knew that it was hopeless and ended up allowing myself to succumb to the tears, and now my eyes were swollen from it. I was nervous to leave Han’s room, I knew the guys had the day off so that meant that I would have to see Minho before leaving. I changed into my extra clothes before working up the courage to leave Han’s room, when I exited his room I was hit with the smell of sweet pancakes and bacon. When I walked past the kitchen, I saw that Minho was moving swiftly, cooking the pancakes and bacon for the other members. My stomach growled with hunger but I knew that if I tried to stay, it would just anger him more. So I ducked my head and headed to the front entryway to put my shoes on, wanting to leave before Minho noticed so that he didn’t have another chance to yell at me.

“You're leaving already? You haven’t eaten yet?” The voice behind me causes me to freeze, I slowly turn to find Minho standing behind me.

“I promised I would leave in the morning.”

“You don’t have to leave before you get to eat, though.”

“I don’t want to give you another reason to be upset with me Minho.” “Y/n, I want to apologize for how I acted last night. It was unfair of me to treat you that way, you did nothing to deserve that.” “Then why did you treat me that way?” “I don’t know, truthfully.” “That’s not an excuse Minho, what you said was really cruel.”

“I know, I know it was. I am really sorry, I don’t know why I said that and I wish that I did know why.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say Minho.” “I don’t expect you to say anything, just please stay for breakfast. At least eat before you go. You don’t have to talk to me, just at least eat please.”

“I’m only eating because it smells good, and I’m hungry.” “That’s ok.”

I quickly eat and as I go to leave Minho apologizes once again, I don’t quite forgive him but I let him know that if he can get his act together and actually treat me with the respect and kindness that I deserve I might be able to forgive him.

Over the next few months, leading up to the American leg of their tour he worked hard in proving to me that he is sorry for what he said and that he never meant it. He makes sure to invite me to every movie night, he brings by lunch for me when he has breaks at the company. He still doesn’t know where I live and I really hope to keep it that way because I honestly don’t want to worry yet another person. Han already worries enough about me, I don’t need to add Minho to that list.

The day before Minho and Han had to leave for their tour I was going to go over to spend time with them, since they would be gone from May all the way until August. They wouldn’t be in the States the entire time, I knew that they were excited for the tour. They were always excited to see Stay but I also knew that they weren’t excited to be away from home for this long, but with how few days they had in between concerts, it didn’t make sense for them to come home. As I was getting ready to head over to their apartment my neighbor must have heard me because he was waiting outside my door for me, when I noticed him I try to step back into my apartment but he follows me.

“Come on y/n, you’ve been avoiding me. I want my money.” “It’s not your money, Will. You just steal it from me.”

“Doesn’t matter, I still want money. I know you have it, so give it to me.” “I don’t have anything to give you. Please leave, or I’m going to call the police.” “You think that they’ll do anything? All they’ll do is give me a warning, just like they always do.” “Will, you need to leave. This is my apartment, you do not have permission to be here.”

“That doesn’t matter. Give me money, and I will leave.” “Get out.”

“No, give me money first.”

I try to get past him, to where my phone is, but he blocks my path. Grabbing my arm harshly, pulling me away from where my phone was, I knew that I needed to get away from him before things escalated even more. I against my better judgement break my arm free from his grasp, I ignore the snap that I hear and rush for my phone. I make it barely and when I turn around Will is right behind me, he smacks my phone out of my hand. I drop to the floor with my phone, swiping my leg against his, trying to knock him down. Thankfully it works and he goes down, I jump up as quickly as I can and run out of my apartment, I make it to my car and get inside just as he’s coming out of my apartment. I don’t wait and book it out of the parking lot, calling the police as well as heading to the hospital, knowing that I more than likely broke my arm in the process of escaping. I called Han and let him know that I won’t be there tonight, that something came up and I will explain it all in the morning, and that before they leave I might need some help with some things while I stay at their place.

While I’m at the hospital, the police come and explain that they were able to find my neighbor and thanks to the security cameras my landlord had installed after the last incident they were able to arrest him, and he would be going away at least for a few months. I would also be able to get a restraining order against him now that he had actually broken into my home and caused me bodily harm, he had broken my wrist and fractured my arm. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go back to my apartment tonight since it was still considered an active crime scene, so with some hesitation I pulled out my phone and texted Minho. Hoping that he would be willing to help me, even though I knew he was stressed while getting ready for tour.

I’m in shock by Minho’s response that I don’t even know how to respond to him. I know that sometimes he can have a short temper but I never expected him to call me clingy. He never even gave me the chance to explain to him why I needed to stay with him and Han. If I could, I would stay at my apartment but I literally don’t have a choice. I don’t know what else to do, I can feel the burning sensation of tears beginning to form, I don’t want to cry but everything is becoming too much for me. Before I know it, I’m sobbing quietly to myself in the hospital room. When the nurse comes to check on me, she asks if I’m in pain, I’m not. Just distraught and slightly heartbroken about being called clingy by the person I’m in love with. She asks me if there is anyone that she can call to come and pick me up. I know that I can’t call Han, because it would upset Minho more so I decided to have her call Chan. I know he might be upset about being bothered but at least he might be willing to help me.

Chan’s POV:

I had just finished helping Innie pack when I heard my phone ringing out in the living room. I wasn’t expecting a call from anyone so I was going to ignore it but something in my gut told me not to ignore it. When I looked at the number, it was a number that wasn’t saved in my phone, hesitantly I answered it.

“Hello? Who is this?” I asked whoever was calling.

“Hi, this is one of the nurses calling from SNUH. Is this Bang Chan?”

“This is he, who are you calling about?”

“I have a miss L/n Y/n here. She requested that I call you to come pick her up.”

“Is she ok?”

“She’s ok, she had an incident with her neighbor and had to be brought in. Unfortunately that is all the information that I’m allowed to give.”

“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for calling me.”

I was shocked that y/n had the hospital call me rather than Han or Minho, two of the members that she was closest to. But I wasn’t going to question it, because there must have been a reason that she had them contact me. I rushed over to Innie’s room, letting him know that I was heading out to pick her up.

“Hey, Innie. I have to go pick up y/n.”

“Pick her up?”

“Yeah, I just got a call from the hospital. Apparently she got into a fight or something with her neighbor and had to be brought in.” “Can I come with you?”

“Yeah, just hurry up and get your shoes on.”

Y/n’s POV:

The nurse came back in to let me know that she had gotten a hold of Chan and that he was on his way to come pick me up. I was thankful that I knew I could at least rely on him to be there for me if I needed him. I must have fallen asleep while waiting because when I woke up, Innie was sitting next to me while Chan was out in the hallway filling out my discharge paperwork. When I.N noticed that I was awake he immediately started to accidentally bombarding me with questions about what happened and why I was in the hospital.

“Slow down Innie. One question at a time please.”

“Sorry Noona.” “It’s ok, what’s your first question?”

“What happened?”

“My neighbor got angry that I wouldn’t give him money and attacked me.” “Why did your neighbor want money from you?” “He’s a drug addict. He wanted money from me for drugs.”

“Has he asked you for drug money before?” “Yes, he has.” “Has he been harassing you for a long time?”

“Since I moved in.” “But you’ve been living there for like two years, Noona.”

“I know.” “Why did you never say anything? We would have done something to help.” “I didn’t want you guys doing something and then getting in trouble.” “Do you really think we care more about our image than you?” I hear Channie ask from the doorway, he must have been listening into the conversation.

“I know you don’t, that’s why I didn’t say anything. I would have moved but I couldn’t afford to.” “If you had told any of us, we would have helped pay for a new place for you.” Innie added in “Han knew.” “He didn’t offer to pay for a place?” Innie asked.

“He did, but I didn’t want to take advantage of you guys. You all already do so much for me. I couldn’t ask you guys to do something like that for me.” “We would have, we would have willingly.” Chan added in.

“I know you would have.” “Let us help you find a new place when we get back from tour. Please?” Chan and I.N ask.

“You two aren’t going to take no for an answer are you?” “Nope, not after finding out what you have been dealing with for so long.” I.N answers.

“Fine.

“Yay!” Innie seems to practically glow with excitement.

“How long do you have to keep your cast on?” Channie asks

“I get it off in July but I will be in a brace until about mid August.”

“Ok, just be careful. Ok?”

“Ok.”

We soon leave the hospital and they take me to their dorm. I go to get myself situated on the couch but before I can Chan is picking me up and taking me into his room. I let out a squeal of shock before trying to convince him to set me down.

“Chan put me down, what are you doing?”

“What makes you think that you will be sleeping on the couch?”

“There’s nowhere else to sleep?” “I’m sleeping with I.N tonight. You’ll take my bed.”

“Channie, I can’t do that.” “You can and will.” “I can’t kick you out of your own bed.” “You aren’t kicking me out if I’m willingly giving it to you.” “I’m too tired to argue so fine.” “Thank you for not arguing, now get some sleep.”

It’s not long after my head hits the pillow that I’m out like a light. I didn’t know if the boys would wake me up in the morning or not because I knew that they had an early flight. I wanted to say bye to them but I also wanted to be able to sleep more. The struggle was real, do I choose to sleep more or do I get up with them and say bye. I decided that when I hear them get up and begin to move around I would get up as well and say bye to them, because I would still have to go over to Minho and Han’s dorm. When the boys got into the car to head to the airport I sent them off with a hug and a wave, promising to keep them updated on my arm.

When I finally made it to Han and Minho’s dorm, I was tired and ready to crash again. But I knew that there were still a few things that I needed to do before I could do that. I also knew that it would be a little harder to take care of the cats with a broken arm but I knew that I would be able to manage. After getting everything done for the day, it gave me time to think about what Minho had said to me. I had genuinely thought that there was a friendship between the two of us but obviously I was wrong. I saw him as a friend, as someone who could possibly be more but he only saw me as a cat sitter. The more I think about what he said, the more I begin to overthink our entire friendship and if it was ever truly a friendship. What if all the times that I thought he was my friend, he was just pretending so that he didn’t lose his cheap cat sitter. Before I know it, tears are streaming down my face, sobs racking my chest and I can barely breathe. I can feel myself begin to spiral into a panic, but before I can panic fully I feel a soft head butt against my hands. I see that Dori is trying to get my attention, so I lean back against the couch and allow him to crawl onto me, allowing him to distract me from my spiralling panic. I allow the distraction to calm me down.

Over the next few months of their tour, the boys checked up on me. Han checked up on me the most, Chan and Innie the next most. But Minho never texted me and I never texted him, if he told me that I was too clingy and that I was just the cat sitter then that was all I was going to be to him. If he didn’t want my friendship then I wasn’t going to force it and I wasn’t going to let myself get sad over the fact that he didn’t want me in the same way that I wanted him. I knew that Chan had at least told Han what had happened because he had asked about my arm and the pain, and when I said that it was achy, a heating pad arrived at the dorm the next day. If I said that I needed anything he always made sure to get it delivered for me. I knew that I could rely on Han for anything that I might need while watching the cats, and I was thankful for that.

Last Day of Tour:

It was finally the last day of their tour and I knew that the boys were anxious to get home, they had been gone for almost four months and I knew that traveling had worn them out. Like usual they would be home late again, so I would stay as close to when they got home and then go home. I knew that it would be a long drive but I was fine with that, I knew that I didn’t have to worry about my neighbor anymore but it was still lonely at my apartment. I had made sure to sleep earlier in the day so that I wouldn��t sleep through my alarm and I would be able to leave before they got home.

I was getting ready to leave when I heard the front door open. They were home sooner than they had said that they were going to be, I had already brought my things down to my car so all I needed to grab was my coat and I would be all set to go. Han wasn’t that surprised to see me still here but I could tell that Minho was when he saw me. When Han saw me, he rushed to give me a hug, making sure to avoid my still injured arm. Minho stood off to the side, watching the whole exchange happen, when he saw the brace on my arm I could see the shock and question in his eyes but I chose to ignore it and him.

“Y/nnie, it’s so good to see you.” Han said with excitement but also tiredness.

“It’s good to see you too Hannie, we’ll have to catch up when you aren’t tired.” “We definitely will.” “I’m going to head home, let you get some sleep.” “Drive safe ok?”

“I will.”

Minho looks like he wants to say something but I’m out the door before he even has the chance to. It hurts to ignore him but he ignored me all of his tour, and before his tour he made it very clear as to where I stand with him. By the time I get home, I’m exhausted and am asleep before I can even text Han that I made it home. By the time I wake up in the morning I wake up to a barrage of text messages from both Han and Minho.

I don’t know how to respond to Minho, so I don’t. He wants me to forgive him but how can I after he said that to me, after I thought that he was my friend and he called me clingy. I decided not to dwell on it and get ready to meet up with Han. I knew that I would be able to talk to him about it, and he would be able to tell me what I should try to do. I knew that I could rely on him for help, he always knew what to say and what to do. When I finally saw him, he had a table saved for us and food already ordered. It was crazy that he always knew what I wanted to eat, even when I didn’t.

“How are you doing y/nnie?”

“I’ve been better.” “What’s been going on?” He tilts his head to the side, in question.

“Minho.”

“What about him?”

“Before you all left for tour, he said some pretty hurtful things to me.” “What did he say to you?”

“The night of my accident, I had initially texted him for help but he told me that he was busy and that I should just stay at my apartment.”

“That’s not that bad.”

“It gets worse.” “Oh no.” “He called me clingy and said that all I was, was a cat sitter to him.” “He did not.” “He did.” “That doesn’t sound like him though.”

“I have the texts to prove it, Hannie.” “I believe you.”

“And then he had the audacity to pretend that he doesn’t remember doing that, after having not texted me all of tour.”

“He didn’t text you the entire time we were on tour?” “Nope, not once. Not even to check in on the cats.” “That’s crazy because there were times where he told the group that he was texting you when he was on his phone.” “Well he was lying. Before his message today, the last message I have from him is him calling me clingy.”

“Jeez y/n I’m so sorry.” “I just don’t know what to do because he wants me to forgive him.”

“You don’t want to, do you?”

“Not really, no. He hasn’t done anything to earn my forgiveness.” “Then tell him that he needs to prove that he’s sorry and that he has to earn your forgiveness.” “Do you think that I should forgive him?”

“If I was in your place. I think that I would eventually, but not right away.” “So you think that I should eventually, just not right away?” “Yes.” “Ok.”

“But, ultimately in the end that decision is up to you.” “I know that I shouldn’t but I still love him.”

“Then make him work for your forgiveness.” “Thank you for being able to help me, Hannie.” “Of course y/nnie.”

We talked for a few more hours, catching up and what we each missed in each other's lives while he was away on tour and just life in general. I knew that I would have let Minho know that he would have to work for my forgiveness, but it would take more than just a few words over a text message. Soon, Han and I parted ways, promising to meet up again soon.

Over the next few weeks Minho worked hard in trying to show that he was sorry, he would text me every day asking me how I am, if I needed anything. When I was moved into a new apartment he was the first one to offer up money to pay and the first one to offer help in moving my things. Anytime the guys were having a hang out night, he made sure to invite me, and if I didn’t feel like driving he would come and get me. I could tell that he was trying but I was still hesitant, because what if he switched it up on me again? What if he changed his attitude towards me again? I didn’t want to let my guard down around him.

It was the weekly movie night that they had. I was tired from work and didn’t feel like driving so I wasn’t going to go but Minho had offered to come and get me. I knew the guys would be sad if I didn’t come so I allowed him to come get me. The car ride over to his dorm was quiet, so quiet that I was slowly falling asleep. When we got there he gently shook me awake, before getting out and rushing around to my side of the car to open my door for me. He was being sweeter than normal and it shocked me, I didn’t know why.

“Before we go up, why are you being so sweet?”

“What do you mean?” “Even before this whole thing, you were never this sweet to me.” “I want to apologize, this is my way of saying sorry.”

“You don’t have to be so sweet about it Minho.” “Why don’t you call me Min anymore?”

“What?”

“Before, you used to call me Min. But now you only call me Minho.”

“I guess it’s just habit now.”

“I miss when you called me Min.” “I guess I can try to start calling you that again.”

“Y/n, I just want to say again how sorry I am. Not a day goes by where I am not sorry enough for what I said.”

“I’m starting to forgive you Min. It just takes time.”

“Y/n, before we go up. I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” “I’m probably stupid for saying this, and this probably will undo all the work I’ve done but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

“You’re worrying me.”

“Y/n, I like you. I have for a while now.”

“What.” “I like you y/n, romantically.” “You do? Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you like me? You could like or have anyone you want, so why me?” “Why not you, you are kind, beautiful, caring, loving, my cats love you, maybe more than me. My friends absolutely adore you, I adore you y/n. You make my days brighter, you make tough days easier.”

“If you like me, then why didn’t you text me when you were on tour?” “Truthfully I don’t know. I wish I had, I know I should have. I think that I felt guilty for having been so rude when you needed my help.”

“Han, and the guys always said that you felt the same. But I never believed them because you were always so hot and cold towards me.”

“Wait, felt the same?” “Yes, Min. I liked you too.” “Liked, past tense.”

“Like, present tense. I still like you Minho, but I’m scared. I’m scared that you will go back to being how you were before your tour. Being hot and cold towards me.” I say quietly, not looking at him.

“Y/n, I want you to know. I am so sorry for treating you like that, I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you. It was actually thanks to Han that I had some sense knocked into me before the tour and then I went and ruined that. I also want you to know that I will never treat you that way again.” he reaches forward and grabs my hands

“I’m scared Min.”

“You don’t have to be scared, I won’t ever do that to you again.” he reaches up, tilting my head to look at him. I let him, looking into his eyes, I can see the honesty and sadness at the hurt that he had caused me in the past.

“Min, what are we doing?” I whisper.

“I really want to kiss you y/n. But I won’t unless I have your permission.” he looks between my eyes and lips.

“Kiss me Min, please. I want to stop living in fear.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he leans in slowly, kissing my lips softly, giving me the chance to pull away if I change my mind. But when I press into him more, he wraps one of his arms around my waist and pulls me into him, deepening the kiss. My arms go around him, not wanting to let him go. This kiss feels like no other kiss, it feels like fireworks are going off. It’s a feeling that I can’t even begin to describe. We both don’t want to pull away but we need to breathe, we also both knew that we should head up and meet up with the rest of the guys.

“Min, what does this mean for us?”

“What do you want this to mean for us?” “I want us to be together.”

“Then we can be together.” “But do you want us to be together?”

“Of course I do. I have wanted to be with you for years y/n.”

“Years?” “Yes, years. SInce the first time that I met you.”

“I want to be your girlfriend Minho.”

“I want you to be my girlfriend, y/n. But I want to ask you the right way. Let me take you on a proper date, let me ask you the right way.”

“Can I still sit with you tonight during the movie?”

“Are you asking if you can still cuddle with me during the movie?” “Yes.”

“Yes, y/n you can.”

I can’t contain my excitement and rush forward, hugging him. He immediately wraps his arms around me, hugging me back. We hug each other for a few minutes before letting go, heading up to the dorm. He grabs my hand, making me smile. When we walk in, the guys don’t seem to pay much attention until we sit down on the couch together. They all seem shocked, except Han, when Minho pulls me into him. We ignore their shocked faces, continuing to be in our own world.

Epilogue:

Minho doesn’t tell me where he’s taking me on our date, just that I should wear a cute dress and comfy shoes. I keep trying to convince him to tell me but he won’t, saying that I would like the surprise. When he picked me up, he was wearing a nice button down and jeans. I had on a nice summer dress and some flats.

When we finally got to where the date was, I was shocked to see that he was taking me to an aquarium. I was surprised that he had remembered that I had even mentioned liking them, years ago, in passing. As we walked throughout the aquarium, I couldn’t contain my excitement at getting to experience an aquarium date. I don’t know how but at some point near the end of the date we both end up alone in one of the areas, I’m not paying much attention to anything else except for the fish. If I was paying attention to Minho, I would see that he’s taking pictures of me, in my own world. I feel a tap on my shoulder so I turn towards Minho, smiling brightly at him.

“Are you enjoying the date y/nnie?”

“I am, this is the best date ever.” “I’m glad that you are enjoying it.” “Thank you for this.” “You’re welcome.” “Can we do this again sometime?” “We can do this whenever you want y/n.”

“Thank you, for everything Min.”

“Thank you, y/n. For forgiving me and for giving me this chance.” He gives me a quick kiss.

“I’m glad that you fought me, made me see that you were sorry.”

“Y/n, I want to ask.”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes Min, I will.” I say excitedly. Jumping onto him. He catches me, spinning me around while kissing me.

We spend the rest of the afternoon walking around the aquarium before getting dinner at the small diner next door. We soon headed back to his dorm, he had mentioned that the others might be there since they all had the night off and Han had offered to host another movie night. With them having just finished a world tour they had some much needed time off, so they were having a lot of movie nights. Minho had invited me and I wanted to spend more time with him, so I accepted his offer, knowing that I would probably end up falling asleep at their place.

When we walk into the dorm, I can hear commotion happening. It sounds like Felix is bothering Innie again and Innie is trying to get Chan to help him but he’s just standing back and watching it all unfold. When the members see Minho and I walk in, everyone stops what they are doing, I immediately get shy, while Minho continues to act the same.

“Are you two finally together?” Felix is the first one to break the tension.

“Yes Felix we are.” Minho answers

“Fucking finally.” Hyunjin answers from the kitchen.

“You sound like you’ve been waiting forever.” Minho says.

“We have. Or at least that’s what it feels like.” Han says from the couch.

We ignore them, heading into Minho’s room. Minho sets out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for me to change into since I hadn’t brought anything with me before our date. He leaves me to change, while I change I can hear the guys giving him shit, but I know that they are just giving him a hard time in a friendly way. Once I’m done changing, he changes and we all settle down to watch a movie. I know that the guys support our relationship and hopefully one day Stay will support it as well. It took time but I did forgive him, and he knows that if he ever treats me that way again, I won’t forgive him. But I truly don't think that he will make that mistake again, I want to believe that we will continue to be happy together with each other and with our friends.

@vietjeb @riri53

#Lee Know x Reader #Lee Know angst #stray kids imagines #stray kids angst #lee know x y/n #lee know imagines #lee know x y/n angst #lee know fluff #lee know angst imagines #lee know stray kids

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darkwitchoferie · 4 months ago

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Pillow Fight

Summary: You’ve been friends with Jisung since he moved back to Korea to become an idol. He’s one of the best people you know so it’s no surprise you’ve fallen in love with him. It is, however, a surprise to you that he might feel the same way.

Cw/tw: unprotected piv sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, vocal Jisung, teasing sex, nipple play (both)

Wc: 3.4k

This fic is part of a series of unconnected best friends to lovers fics, the others of which can be found on my master list.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door, instead letting yourself into Jisung’s apartment. Minho had told you that he’d left it unlocked when he’d left for the night. As much as you loved hanging out with both Jisung and Minho, it felt like it had been ages since you’d had some one-on-one time with your best friend. Objectively, that may not have been true. But, being that you were more than a little in love with the man, it certainly felt like it.

It wasn’t surprising that you’d fallen in love with your best friend, at least according to your other friends. They’d all insisted that you’d been in love with him for longer than you’d realized and, after nights of agonizing over it, you had to admit to yourself that they may have been right. He was so sweet, so caring always, hilarious, not to mention his looks, how could you not be in love with him.

“Y/nnie!” Jisung rounded the corner from his kitchen to the living room, immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. You squeezed back just as hard, hoping that would keep him from noticing the way you melted into his arms. “I set up the living room all comfy, got snacks, there’s pizza on the way, and I got Mario Kart set up. You’re so going down this time.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed. You’d never lost Mario Kart, not to Jisung anyway. “I’m starving though. Kick your ass after food?” You offered with a bright smile.

“You’re not going to! But sure, we can wait for your demise until after food.”

Settling into the mound of pillows and blankets Jisung had cleared space for on the living room floor, the pair of you chatted, catching up while you waited for pizza. Thankfully, he was a tactile person so there was no problem with you leaning into his space all the time. You probably shouldn’t have done it, it usually made your fantasies that much more vivid later, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You were into the fourth round of Mario Kart, you having won the previous three, when – just as you were rounding the last curve – a pillow hit the side of your head, causing you to crash and Jisung to overtake you, winning the last race.

“Han. Jisung.” His celebration was cut short very quickly at the venom-masked glee in your voice. “You absolute cheater!” You grabbed the pillow and pummeled him in his chest and shoulders with it.

“Ah! Mercy! Mercy!” He pleaded, laughing. You let up just a little and he grabbed one of the other pillows, getting a good smack into your side while your guard was down. His apartment was filled with both of your laughter as an all-out pillow war started. At some point, you ended up with two pillows, using the larger one as a shield, while he was what could only be described as duel-wielding pillows.

Then, out of nowhere, he lunged at you, forgoing his pillows to tackle you into the mound of remaining pillows and blankets. His fingers immediately found the ticklish spot on your ribs, mercilessly attacking as you laughed and squirmed under him, your own pillows quickly forgotten. You reached for him, intending to return the tickle-attack, but he swiftly grabbed both your wrists in one of his hands, pinning your hands above your head.

You both seemed to realize the position you were in at nearly the same time, laughter dying out as he hovered over you, one hand splayed over your ribs, the other still holding your wrists. Your legs were splayed wide, bracketing his hips.

He stared down at you, the teasing grin slowly sliding off his face. You could feel the tension between you shift. What had been playful less than a minute earlier suddenly took on a new, thicker tension as he took too long to move off of you. You watched as his gaze dropped down to your lips and back up again. You couldn’t help mirroring him – you’d stared at Jisung’s lips often enough when he talked, wondering what they’d feel like against every part of your skin that having them this close was both a dream and almost physically painful.

You couldn’t hold back the whine that escaped you when he shifted as if he were going to move away. His eyes flashed, some emotion you didn’t quite recognize hidden in their depths. He tilted his head, as if asking a question, then slotted his lips perfectly against yours. Your hands flexed in his grip, aching to touch him and unable to do so. He felt your hands move and shifted his grip, releasing one hand but entwining his fingers with the other, clinging tightly as he brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss.

His hand slid around to the back of your neck as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, groaning lightly in response to your whimper as you opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue slide over yours. You buried your now free hand in his hair, tugging gently on the strands. He pulled away, just enough to shift and press soft kisses to your jaw and back toward the sensitive spot under your ear.

“Tell me to stop, Y/nnie,” he muttered against your skin, right by your ear. “I can’t,” he swallowed and you could practically feel his Adam’s apple move with how close he was. “I don’t think I can stop if you don’t make me. Please. If you don’t wa –”

“Don’t stop,” you cut him off, voice breathy, tightening your hold on his hair. “Please, don’t stop.”

He groaned, pulling away from your neck to claim your lips again, his hold on your hand almost painfully tight. This time it was you pulling a whimper from him when you nipped his bottom lip. His hand slid down from the back of your neck, over your collar bone, down your side, to your hip. You swore you could feel the heat of his hand through your jeans, searing into your skin.

His hand slowly slipped under the hem of your shirt, thumb gently rubbing against the skin of your belly. You arched slightly, pressing against his hand and silently letting him know you were okay with him moving higher. His hand slid higher, your shirt moving up with it. It wasn’t until he had to pull away from your lips that you realized he’d also have to let go of your hand to take your top off. You sat up a bit, letting him pull your shirt off while you reached behind yourself and quickly undid your bra.

“Hang on, did you do that with one hand?”

You giggled. “Yeah, Ji. I’ve had a lot of practice getting the damn thing off.”

“Can you take it off without taking off your shirt too? I’ve heard girls can do that.”

You laughed again, some part of you relaxing, thrilled that Jisung was still the same man he’d always been, despite the new situation you were in. “Yeah. Tight long sleeves are harder, but yeah, I can.”

“Awesome. How ca –” he stopped dead as you finished removing your bra, tossing it toward the couch beside you.

“How what?” you asked with a sly grin.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/nnie,” he breathed. You’d always kind of suspected Jisung was a boob guy. Now, with the way his gaze was locked on your chest, you knew it. Distantly, you were aware you should probably be self-conscious, but the heat in his gaze left no room for you to feel any kind of doubt. You reached out, tugging at his shirt until he pulled it over his head, tossing it away. He leaned back over you, pressing you back into the blankets and pillows you hadn’t been using for the pillow fight, and reclaimed your mouth.

You decided right then that you could kiss Jisung forever and never get bored with it. The way his lips pressed and slid against yours, the sounds he made when you tugged on his lower lip, the way his tongue tangled with yours made you want more even while he was still kissing you.

He pulled slightly back, enough to talk but you could feel his lips move against yours. “I want…. Y/nnie, I want to see all of you. Please? I need –” he moaned, feeling your hand slide between your bodies to undo the button and zipper on your jeans. He helped slide your pants and panties off, tossing both toward the rest of your clothes. “Look at you,” his fingers danced up both your calves, slid over your knees, his palms coming to rest on your thighs to hold you open to his hungry gaze. “You’re so pretty, Y/nnie. So beautiful.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of one knee as his right hand traveled further up your thigh. You moaned when his thumb gently swiped over your lips. “And so wet already. You’re so good to me,” he smiled, coming up to press open mouthed kisses against your belly, sucking a couple hickeys against your ribs, working his way up as he slid his fingers over and between your pussy lips. At the same moment he reached your boobs, wrapping his lips around one nipple, he slipped his middle finger into you. You gasped at the dual sensation, back arching toward him, hand coming to tangle in his hair again.

He gently sucked on your nipple, pulling away a little to lave over it with his tongue, until it hardened completely. Then he switched sides, doing the same to the other, as his free hand came up to fondle the boob he’d just had in his mouth. Distracted by the feeling of his lips and tongue on you, you were surprised when his ring finger joined his middle one inside you. You moaned low in your throat, knees coming up to squeeze against the sides of his hips as if trying to hold him to you.

His thrust his fingers into you at a steady pace, fully ignoring your clit, while laving attention on your tits. He sucked a hickey into the side of one, while rolling your other nipple between his thumb and index finger then switched sides – kitten licking your nipple and gently pinching and plucking at the other. Moans and whimpers seemed to be constantly falling from your lips, so much so that you were pretty sure it was all morphing into one sound.

He pulled his mouth away, grinning up at you. “So sensitive, my baby,” he teased, thumb continuing to brush over your hardened nipple. He leaned in, blowing a stream of air over the same nipple, chuckling when your hips rolled against his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him, not that he saw, and carefully raked your fingernails over one of his nipples pulling a whine from him. Judging by the look he shot you, he was as surprised by the sound he made as you were. Using one leg and his own surprise, you quickly flipped the pair of you over. Grinning down at him from where you now sat over his hips, you scratched your nails over both his nipples at once.

“Oh shit.”

“Mm, I know. Feels good, doesn’t it baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, not that you needed one, before bending over him and licking over one nipple then the other. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch in his pants and couldn’t have stopped yourself from rolling your hips against him if you wanted to. You covered your own moan at the feeling by wrapping your lips around his nipple and gently sucking.

“Oh god baby. No – ugh – wonder –” he cut himself off as you swirled your tongue around his nipple, then gently bit down before moving over to give the other the same treatment. You smiled to yourself when you felt his hips kick up against you.

You trailed kisses and licks across his pecs, then down over his abs, sucking hickeys into the spots that made him squirm. He buried the fingers of one hand in your hair, the other tightly fisted into the blankets under him. Gently biting his abs and smiling at the whimpered moan that pulled from him, you brought your hands to the button and zip of his jeans, quickly ridding him of both his jeans and boxers. Once freed, his hard cock bounced against his abs, leaking precum.

You pulled away enough to comfortably situate yourself on your knees between his spread thighs. You let your gaze travel all over his chest, admiring the hickeys you’d left, the sheen of sweat, and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly. You locked eyes with him, smiling sweetly as you scratched your nails up his thighs. He groaned out, hips lifting of their own accord.

“Who’s sensitive now, baby?” you teased, grinning at the whimper you received in response. You refocused on your goal, his cock. You looked down, admiring him for just a moment. He was, for you, the perfect length and thickness, with a curve that looked like it’d feel amazing buried in you. Words left you for a moment, but if you’d been able to, you’d have told him how pretty his cock was. You leaned down, licking a thick stripe up the underside of him, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip when you reached it.

“Baby,” he whined out, cutting off into a choked moan when you wrapped your lips around him and took the first two inches of his cock in your mouth. You set a steady rhythm, bobbing your head in his lap, listening to the pretty moans falling from your best friend’s lips. His hand found it’s way back into your hair and he gripped it like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He didn’t try to guide your movements, just held on. “God, look so good, baby.”

Your pussy clenched with every moan, every mumbled praise, you pulled from him until you couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like you were teasing yourself now. You pulled off him, his hand falling from your hair, and crawled up to settle over his hips.

“Y/nnie?”

“Yeah, Ji?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” he flushed, embarrassed.

“I’ve got an IUD and I’m clean. You good?” He nodded frantically. You bent over him, basically laying on top of him, to claim his lips in a deceptively soft kiss. Your hips rolled where you were, rolling your wet lips over his cock. He groaned into your mouth and kicked his hips up against you, causing you to smirk against his lips.

Pulling away, you shifted so you were hovering over his cock. His hands tightly gripped your hips as you sank slowly down onto him, giving yourself time to adjust as you went. You wanted to close your eyes, absorb the pleasure you were feeling, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from his big, boba ones, staring up at you like you hung the moon for him alone. Finally, hips flush against his, cock fully buried in your cunt, you sighed out your pleasure, tilting your head back and just feeling, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of being full.

His hands left your hips, smoothing up your sides, and quickly finding that one spot just below your ribs that had you squirming at the first touch, then bursting into laughter when he dug his fingers in to tickle you. He laughed with you, but both of your laughter cut off into moans with the way it jostled your bodies. His hips kicked up again, thrusting just a little deeper into you.

You rolled your hips, bracing your hands on his abs, and setting yourself a comfortable rhythm. You’d never much liked this position, your knees and thighs always ached fairly quickly, but as you looked down at Jisung, watching him come apart under you, you figured you’d be able to push through the discomfort when it came. His hands slid up from the spot on your ribs, both coming up to cup your boobs.

You tossed your head back, moaning, when he rolled both nipples between his fingers. You let your hands slide up to his nipples, gently tugging on both.

“Oh god. I need – mm – I need –”

“What do you need, Ji?” He pressed a hand to the small of your back, pushing you forward against him. The hand on your lower back shifted to hold your hip so he could thrust up into you. Your hands quickly shifted from balancing on his abs to bracing on either side of his head to hold yourself somewhat up. Your back arched a bit at the new angle and the way he rubbed against your g spot this way. He leaned up, wrapping his lips around one nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh god,” you groaned out, feeling him rake his blunt fingernails down one side of your back. Your arms wobbled a little, so you relaxed, laying yourself almost flat on him. His mouth had to leave your tits, but he switched to open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as he held you tightly against his chest.

Then without warning, he quickly flipped the pair of you so you were on your back, his cock still buried in you.

“There,” he smiled down at you. “I always knew you’d look gorgeous under me.”

“Oh yeah? Think about me often?”

“All the time, baby. Every time.” You moaned, cunt clenching around him at the implication in his words. “Do you like that, my baby?” he rolled his hips, gently thrusting into you. “Do you like knowing that every time I touch my cock it’s to thoughts of you? That every time I make myself cum, it’s your name I’m moaning out?” You moaned and whimpered in response to his words. “God, baby, you sound even better than I ever imagined.”

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to claim his lips in a messy kiss. He kissed down your jaw and neck, hips picking up speed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, one hand buried in his hair, the other clutching his back to keep him close to you. You felt and heard his moans against the skin of your neck, every one an echo of each of yours.

“Getting close baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that? Please? Need to feel you milk my cock, baby.” You nodded frantically, feeling your orgasm tightening your belly. He pulled slightly back, just enough to slide his hand between your bodies but still having his face buried in your neck. He rubbed quick circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Need to see your face,” he moaned out, pulling away enough to look down at you when he felt your walls start to flutter around him.

Your hand slid out of his hair, clutching at his biceps, as the coil in your belly tightened. You stared up into his enraptured eyes as your back bowed off the blankets and your orgasm washed through you.

“God. So gorgeous baby. Love you so much. Look so good coming on my cock.” His hips picked up speed, chasing his own orgasm and fucking you through yours, until finally, he stilled and you felt his warmth flood your insides.

He collapsed on top of you for a moment, before gently pulling out and rolling over to lay on his back beside you as you both worked to catch your breath.

“Next time,” he said through shaky breaths, “I’m eating you out, make you cum at least twice to make up for not doing it this time. Make you sit on my face.”

You smiled, rolling to look at him. “When’s next time?”

“Mm, lemme take a nap, get my strength back.” He pulled you against his side.

“Sungie?”

“Hm?”

“Heat of the moment or did you mean it?”

“What?”

“You said you love me.” You didn’t fully have your breathing back under control, but it was enough to prop yourself up with a hand on his chest and look down at him, watching him flush. You couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed because he’d said it, or because of when he’d said it.

His fingertips gently danced over your lower back. “I mean it,” he whispered.

“Good,” you grinned, leaning down to claim his lips in a quick kiss. You pulled away just far enough to say, “I love you too.” The arm around your back tightened, pulling you flush against him.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung x reader #skz x reader

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justarkive · 3 months ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch15

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity,

chap contents: its fluffy at the start, jk tries to tell oc but it doesnt work out, ur so oblivious, kissies nd hugs, dinner w the parents (whoopsie) oc finds out FINALLY in the WORST way possible.

wc: not that long

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: the chapter weve all been dreading is here </3, but anyways, how do u guys think it went? was it unexpected?? the next chapter will be way more angsty but i had to leave it onn a cliffhanger LOL. IM EXCITED TO PROGRESS BROOO IMMA START WRITING CH16LIKE RN. as always Ty for reading my loveliesssss

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The first thing Jungkook registers is warmth. Your warmth. The way you’re curled into him, breathing soft and steady, completely unaware of the weight pressing down on his chest.

He should get up.

That’s what he always does—slips out of bed before you wake, padding quietly to the kitchen to make breakfast. He loves seeing your half-asleep, delighted expression when you find food waiting for you. Loves the way you blink at him in surprise, like you still can’t believe he’s there.

But today… he doesn’t want to. Today, he wants to pretend. Just for a little while.

Before he inevitably has to wipe that smile off your face and tell you.

Before it’s the last time doing this with you.

Jungkook watches you, the way your lashes flutter against your cheek, how your lips part slightly with each exhale. His throat tightens at the thought that in three weeks, he won’t be here. He won’t wake up to this. Won’t wake up to you.

He nearly cries.

His head is propped against the pillow, warm, heavy eyes tracing over you as you breathe steadily beside him. The sheets have fallen just enough, exposing your bare legs, the curve of your thigh, the way your sweatshirt dwarfs you.

He swallows. Looks away.

God, he’s down bad.

But mostly, he’s endeared.

Because you’re so comfortable around him now. Now, you curl into him instinctively. Now, you leave your things in his bathroom without thinking.

Now, you make him feel like this is real.

Like you’re his.

He could stay like this all morning.

But then, you stir.

And before he can even think about it, he’s leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You groan.

Eyes still shut, you scrunch your nose. “Gross.”

Jungkook just grins.

“You love it.”

Your eyes flutter open, squinting up at him. “You’re so annoying.”

“You’re beautiful.”

You blink.

Then, your face heats, and you roll over, reaching for your phone.

Jungkook scoffs. “Wow. Ignored.”

You mumble something incoherent, already scrolling through your notifications.

And that’s when he realizes—this is the moment.

He should say it. Now.

Before breakfast, before the day starts, before he has a single chance to chicken out again.

So he clears his throat.

“I have something to—”

Ping.

You cut him off immediately.

“Oh my god, Nari texted me.”

Jungkook’s jaw clicks shut.

You sit up, eyes glued to your phone, grinning at the screen. “She woke up and immediately sent me, and I quote—‘Bitch, I had a dream that I got lost in Jungkook’s apartment. It was just endless hallways, and I couldn’t escape.’”

You snort, amused. Jungkook exhales, not amused.

But he doesn’t try again.

Not yet.

And then you move, shifting closer,nuzzling into his shoulder with a sleepy hum.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut.

You don’t notice how stiff he’s gone, don’t notice the way he bites the inside of his cheek just to keep it together. He’s never been good at this—holding back. He’s always been all in, always felt things too deeply. And right now, he feels like he’s breaking.

“I have something to tell you,” he murmurs. His voice is hoarse, unfamiliar even to himself.

You don’t hear the weight behind his words.

Your stomach rumbles and you giggle.

And just like that, the moment is gone.

Jungkook exhales, staring at the ceiling again, willing the burning in his eyes to disappear. You don’t notice. You’re too busy reading whatever nonsense Nari sent you, letting out a quiet laugh before typing back.

So he doesn’t say it.

Instead, he just watches you. Watches the way you stretch, the hem of your hoodie riding up your thighs as you move. Watches the way you rub at your eyes, still too sleepy to be fully coherent.

And when you start to sit up, he acts on impulse.

A firm arm wraps around your waist, tugging you back into him. You let out a small yelp, but he just buries his face in your neck, exhaling deeply.

“Mmm, stay longer,” he mutters, voice still thick with sleep.

You hesitate for only a second before melting into him, pressing your face into his chest. “You’re so clingy,” you tease, but your arms loop around him anyway.

“Yeah,” he admits easily. “I am.”

You don’t pull away. Neither does he.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, tangled together in a mess of sheets and sleepy warmth, neither of you in a rush to move.

Eventually, though, reality calls.

You get up first, dragging him to the bathroom where you both brush your teeth side by side. He watches in the mirror as you grumble about your bedhead, fighting with your hair while he stands there, letting the mundane normalcy of the moment soak into his bones.

It’s so unfair.

The two of you make your way to the kitchen next, where you start pulling out ingredients while Jungkook leans against the counter, watching.

“You gonna help, or just stand there looking pretty?” you ask, raising a brow.

Jungkook grins, pushing off the counter. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you groan, smacking his arm with a spatula.

He laughs, dodging your half-hearted attack before reaching for the eggs. You cook together, bickering playfully the whole time—him attempting to take over, you pushing him aside with a dramatic sigh of exasperation.

Jungkook had planned to say it during breakfast.

It was perfect—just the two of you, sleepy and slow, in his kitchen.

He imagined it before you woke up: Standing beside you, cooking together, stealing little kisses, pretending you’re dating for real.

But he can’t get a damn word in.

Because today, of all days, you are so chatty.

Like, more than usual.

“Did you see that video I sent you the other night?” you ask, flipping through your phone as you sit on the counter, giving up helping him, legs swinging. “The one of that guy falling off the treadmill? It made me think of you.”

Jungkook—who currently has taken over with the breakfast, thank you very much—pauses.

“Excuse me?”

You smirk. “I feel like you would fall off a treadmill.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing eggs on a plate. “I am literally one of the most physically fit people you know.”

You tilt your head. “And?”

“…And I don’t fall off treadmills.”

“Not yet.”

He glares. You grin.

But again—he hesitates.

He should just say it.

He opens his mouth—

“Oh, wait, also—” You cut in again, oblivious to his crisis.

And just like that, he misses his chance.

Again.

Because you don’t stop.

You ramble about your weird customers at work, about how Nari got hit on by a drunk guy at the diner, about how you’re craving something sweet, maybe pancakes, but not the diner’s pancakes, because they taste like sadness.

And Jungkook just—listens.

Because he can’t help it.

Because he loves listening to you talk.

Even when it’s keeping him from saying what he needs to say.

Even when he’s running out of time.

Jungkook gives up.

For now.

You’re too happy, too talkative, and every time he tries to squeeze in a serious conversation, you effortlessly derail it with another story, another joke, another distraction.

And honestly?

He doesn’t even mind.

——

The food turns out better than expected. You both sit down at the table, and for a moment, it’s perfect.

Too perfect.

He needs to say it.

He needs to tell you.

“Hey…” Jungkook starts, but you’re already cutting him off, rambling about something completely unrelated. He tries again, but every time, you interrupt yourself with another tangent.

He doesn’t mind.

Loves the way you talk, loves the way your thoughts jump from one thing to the next without warning. He lets you go on, a soft smile playing on his lips, even as his chest feels heavier with every passing second.

“That was good, huh?” he says, nodding toward the empty plates.

You hum, licking sauce off your thumb. “I give it a solid 8.5 out of 10.”

Jungkook gapes.

“Excuse me?”

You shrug, smug. “Points deducted for lack of pancakes.”

Jungkook scoffs. “You said diner pancakes taste like sadness!”

“Not homemade pancakes.”

He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head as he stands up to collect the dishes. “Ungrateful.”

You just grin, watching as he rinses the plates before stacking them in the sink.

“Oh, my parents are coming to visit tonight.”

Jungkook blinks. “Wait, what?”

You glance up at him, sipping your juice. “Yeah. They’re in town for the weekend, so I’m gonna have dinner with them tonight.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “So you’re going home?”

“Yeah.” You shoot him a look. “Why? You sad about it?”

He doesn’t answer fast enough.

“Oh my god, you’re so clingy,” you tease, kicking his foot.

Jungkook exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I am.” He rolls his eyes, walking past you—until you reach out and grab his wrist.

“Then come.”

Jungkook freezes.

His head turns so fast you almost laugh. “What?”

“Come meet them,” you say simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “My mom would love you.”

Jungkook stares.

He expected you to laugh it off. To tease him for even suggesting it.

But instead— Instead, you’re serious.

You actually want him to come.

And suddenly, the weight of his secret comes crashing down on him all over again.

He shouldn’t do this.

He shouldn’t pretend like this is normal. He shouldn’t accept this invitation, knowing full well he’s about to destroy everything you think this is.

But—

The way you’re looking at him right now—

Soft. Open. Like you trust him.

And fuck, he doesn’t want to let you down.

So he forces a grin, nudging your knee with his.

“Is this it?” he teases. “The meet-the-parents moment? Should I bring flowers? Shake your dad’s hand like a man?”

You laugh.

But he’s not laughing.

Because meeting your parents means something.

It means you see him in your life for real.

And he—he won’t even be here in three weeks.

But instead of saying that, instead of being honest, he just smiles, leans closer, and murmurs, “Your mom’s gonna love me.”

You grin. “That’s what I said.”

And just like that—he’s agreed to come.

Even though he shouldn’t.

Even though he knows this is going to make everything so much worse.

But for now, he lets himself have this.

Because if this is all he gets before everything falls apart—

He wants to make it count.

——

You get dressed in what you came in—your hoodie and sweatpants, both slightly wrinkled from sleep. Jungkook watches from his place on the bed, hands behind his head, eyes hooded as you gather your things.

“You’re just gonna leave like that?” he asks, voice still thick from the morning.

You shoot him a look. “What’s wrong with this?”

He shrugs. “Nothing, just�� thought you’d wanna freshen up before you go.”

You narrow your eyes. “You just want me to shower here.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just tilts his head, smirking.

Ten minutes later, you’re in his bathroom, sharing a toothbrush holder with him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The shower is familiar—you blush from the memories of it last night. You bicker over water temperature, flick suds at each other when you think he’s not looking. He kisses your wet shoulder at one point, and you shove him away, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

After, when you’re brushing your teeth again, you leave your toothbrush in its usual place next to his. He doesn’t say anything about it, but he stares for a beat too long, something unreadable in his gaze before he looks away.

And then comes the usual argument.

“I’ll take the bus,” you insist, slipping on your sneakers.

Jungkook snorts. “No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will.”

“No, you won’t.” He’s already grabbing his keys, like he knows he’s won this fight before it’s even started.

You groan. “Jungkook, you don’t have to drive me—”

“I want to drive you,” he says simply, holding the door open for you. “Get in the car, baby.”

You grumble under your breath, but ultimately, you do.

The drive home is quiet, comfortable. His hand rests on your thigh absentmindedly, thumb brushing over your legs. You watch the city pass by through the window, messaging Nari a quick otw home, mom n dad r coming later text before tucking your phone away.

When you pull up to your apartment, he turns to you. “Text me what time I should come later.”

“I will.”

Jungkook leans in, kissing you slow, like he’s savoring it. You don’t question it, just press into him, fingers curling around the collar of his hoodie.

You pull away first. “See you later?”

He nods, lips still slightly parted. “Yeah.”

And then you’re out of the car, climbing the stairs to your apartment.

——

You expect Nari to be dead asleep when you walk in.

She’s been knocked out for the past two days, after all, barely responding to texts, dead in your bed from your hell sent night shift, only waking up for food and bathroom breaks.

But instead, you step into the apartment and—

“YOU’RE BACK!”

You startle, nearly dropping your bag.

Nari is sprawled out on the couch, bright-eyed and looking suspiciously well-rested.

You blink. “Weren’t you, like…dead?”

“I wasn’t dead, I was recovering,” she corrects, stretching like a cat. “I had a very intense weekend, okay? I deserved to sleep like I was in a coma.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your shoes. “Sure. So, what? You just woke up?”

“Mmm…” She pretends to think. “Like, an hour ago.”

You squint at her. “So you were only asleep for, like, half of the past two days?”

“Correct.”

“And what did you do for the other half?”

“Laid here. Watched TikToks. Waited for you to come back and tell me everything.”

You snort, flopping onto the couch beside her.

She immediately grins, wiggling her eyebrows. “Sooo… How was it?”

You raise a brow. “What? Breakfast? My drive home? Be specific.”

“Bitch.” She glares. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You laugh, leaning back. “It was… good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Good.”

She narrows her eyes.

Then—her expression shifts, turns cheeky.

“Did you guys have another round this morning?”

Your jaw drops. “NARI—”

“WHAT?” She cackles. “It’s a valid question! I mean, he sounded like he was gonna eat you alive over text last night!”

You groan, covering your face. “Oh my god.”

She nudges your leg. “So? Did you?”

“NO.”

She squints. “Damn. Missed opportunity.”

You throw a pillow at her.

She wheezes.

“Bitch, we need to clean.”

You blink. “Not tired anymore?”

“Yeah, but I’m wide awake now,” she says, already yanking a pile of laundry off the couch. “I miss your mom. I can’t wait to see her. This place is a disaster.”

“Who said you were staying?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Me,” Nari says, completely serious.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t fight her on it. Instead, you both spend the next couple of hours speed-cleaning, stuffing random things into closets, wiping down every surface. The place looks clean, even if it’s mostly an illusion.

Then comes the cooking.

You find a recipe for roasted chicken, following a tutorial step-by-step. It seems easy enough—until the kitchen fills with smoke, and the chicken looks questionable at best.

“It said 400 degrees for 20 minutes, how is it still raw?!”

“Did we even preheat it?”

“Oh my God, Nari.”

You and Nari are standing in the kitchen, staring at the baking sheet in horror. The chicken you so proudly marinated is still looking suspiciously pale.

Your kitchen looks like a warzone. Flour on the counter. Herbs spilled. Something is burning, but neither of you know what.

Somewhere along the way, the sauce burns, the seasoning is questionable at best, and the chicken looks vaguely threatening.

At one point, you both step back and stare at it.

Then, at the same time—

“Yeah, we can’t serve that.”

You groan, wiping your hands on a towel. “I need to run to the store.”

“Want me to come?”

“Nah, stay here. Keep an eye on things.”

Nari salutes. “Aye aye, captain.”

And with that, you grab your jacket and head out.

——

You smooth down your sweater, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

When you return, bags in hand, you expect to just see Nari lounging around.

But instead—

Jungkook is there.

Already inside, casually chatting with Nari like he owns the place.

The second he sees you, he grins.

You roll your eyes. “You’re early.”

“You sound upset.” He steps forward, taking the bags from your hands like it’s second nature.

“Because I am.”

He laughs, setting the bags down before tugging you in for a quick kiss.

It’s warm, familiar, and despite your fake complaining, you let yourself melt into it.

Nari watches, arms crossed. “Ugh. You guys are gross.”

Jungkook pulls away just enough to smirk. “Jealous?”

“Of you? No. Of Y/N? Absolutely.”

Jungkook snorts, and you just shake your head, smiling.

For a moment, it’s perfect.

For a moment, you think tonight will be fine.

And then you freeze.

“…Did you cut your hair?”

Jungkook stands there, hands in his pockets, hair shorter than before. It’s not buzzed, but the longer strands are gone, leaving it neater, more structured.

He runs a hand through it. “Yeah. I… have a shoot coming up.”

You tilt your head, inspecting him. “You look good, but… I kinda liked the mullet.”

He snorts. “Did you?”

You nod. “It was hot.”

He doesn’t say anything, just smiles, but there’s something off about it. Like he’s holding something back.

Because he is.

Because he knows this isn’t for a shoot.

Because in a few weeks, it’s all coming off.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he just lets you pull him towards you, lets you run your fingers through his hair, lets himself enjoy this moment.

Even if he knows it’s borrowed time.

——

The three of you are sprawled out in the living room, waiting.

Jungkook is beside you on the couch, lazily letting you run your fingers through his freshly cut hair while he scrolls through his phone. Nari, on the other hand, is laser-focused on the chicken.

You don’t miss the way she keeps side-eyeing it like it might disappear if she blinks too long.

“Nari, stop eyeing the chicken,” you deadpan, flicking her arm.

She groans dramatically. “But I’m starving—just one bite?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

She makes a whining sound, but you stand firm. Meanwhile, Jungkook is just watching the whole interaction, shaking with laughter, like this is peak entertainment.

“You two are unreal,” he mutters, grinning.

And then there’s a knock at the door.

You immediately straighten up, running your hands over your sweater as if there’s invisible dust to wipe off. Nari lets out an excited gasp.

“Oh my god, yes,” she whispers, giddy.

Jungkook, however, noticeably stiffens. His fingers twitch against his thigh, and when you glance at him, you catch the way his jaw flexes.

You reach for his hand, squeezing lightly. “You’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “I promise she’ll love you. They’ll both love you. But… just a warning, they’re very energetic.”

“Very energetic,” Nari adds. “Now hurry up and open the door before they break it down.”

You roll your eyes but step forward, unlocking it.

Your parents arrived late, obviously.

And they do so with energy.

Your mom practically bursts into the apartment, already talking.

“Y/N! Oh my god, we hit so much traffic—your father missed the exit—oh, honey, come here, let me see you.”

You barely get a word in before she’s already hugging you, pulling back to hold your face between her hands.

“Hi, Mom,” you laugh, hugging her back.

She pulls away to cup your face, eyes scanning you like she’s checking for signs of distress. “How are you? You look so pretty! Have you been eating well? Are you sleeping enough?”

Behind her, your dad is eyeing the situation with a small smirk. “Yeah, hi to you too,” he says, voice dry but amused.

“Hi, Dad.”

You barely get the words out before your mom moves on, immediately turning her attention to Nari with an excited gasp.

“Oh my god, Nari! Look at you, gorgeous as ever—come here, let me see you!”

And just like that, you’re shoved aside.

Nari giggles, soaking up the attention like a sponge, while you turn to your dad. He gives you a knowing look before pulling you into a quick hug.

“Surviving?” he asks.

“Barely,” you deadpan.

He huffs out a chuckle. But before either of you can say more, your mom’s voice cuts through the room like a siren.

“Oh, my daughter in law! You look so good! Have you been eating? You’re glowing!”

“Mom.”

“Oh, hush. If I had a son, I’d marry him off to Nari immediately.”

Nari grins, dramatically flipping her hair. “You hear that, Y/N? Your mom has taste.”

Then—your mom turns and sees Jungkook.

And oh. Oh, Lord.

Her hands fly to her chest.

“Oh my goodness.”

Jungkook blinks, startled.

Your dad lets out an approving hum, arms crossed, nodding slowly, as if analyzing Jungkook’s existence.

“So this is him, huh? The singer boy?”

Jungkook laughs nervously. “Uh—yeah. Hi.”

Your mom immediately grabs his hands, beaming.

“You are so handsome! Look at you! Wow, Sweetie, you didn’t tell me he was this gorgeous in person!”

Jungkook’s ears turn red.

Nari, watching from behind, cackles. “Oh my God.”

Your mom ignores her.

“Oh, sweetie, you must be tired. Are you eating well? Do you need anything? Can I get you something?”

Your dad claps him on the back. “Strong handshake. I respect that.”

Jungkook is getting smothered.

You just stand there, watching, amused, arms crossed, letting him suffer.

Then, finally, your mom turns back to you.

“Alright, let’s eat! I’m starving. And I brought real food, don’t worry.”

You don’t question how she knows youd fuck up the food.

Nari snorts. “Yeah, thank God.”

And just like that, your parents have fully claimed Jungkook as their own.

Nari and your mom settle at the table, chatting away like old friends, while your dad stays standing, arms crossed as he eyes the chicken suspiciously.

Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchen with your mom, helping her unpack the food she thankfully brought.

“Sweetheart,” she suddenly sniffs, “it smells like smoke in here.”

You freeze for half a second before continuing to open containers. “Huh?”

She gives you a look. “Did you burn something?”

“Yeah. No. Yeah. Yeah, Mom.”

She sighs, clearly so used to this. “Good thing I brought food, then.”

You nod, relieved.

As you both carry the dishes to the table, Jungkook instinctively gets up to help. But the second he moves, your mom waves him off.

“Oh no, no, no, sit down, sit down, relax.”

Jungkook hesitates. “Uh… no, I’ll help.”

“Really, I—”

“I insist,” he says, already reaching for a dish.

Your mom pauses, then huffs out a chuckle. “Oh, alright then. What a gentleman.”

Meanwhile, Nari—who has been waiting for this moment—immediately lunges for the chicken.

She does not hesitate.

It’s like she hasn’t eaten in weeks—just shoveling food onto her plate like a woman possessed.

“Jesus, Nari,” you mutter, watching in horror. “Pace yourself.”

She barely acknowledges you, already halfway through her first bite. “I told you I was starving.”

Jungkook chuckles, finally seeming to relax as he takes a bite of his own food. There’s still a bit of nervous energy in his shoulders, but it’s nowhere near as tense as before.

As the dinner settles into an easy flow, your mom and Nari fall into conversation, as they always do.

“Nari, what happened to that boy you were talking to?” your mom asks mid-bite. “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”

Nari immediately launches into a dramatic rant about Men and Their Many Flaws, and your mom nods along, engaged as ever. They have a weirdly close bond—it’s been that way for years.

Meanwhile, your dad turns to Jungkook.

“So,” he says, eyes flicking to Jungkook’s arm. “Did your tattoos hurt?”

Jungkook blinks, glancing down at the ink covering his skin. Then he shrugs, casual. “A little.”

Your dad hums, contemplating. “I wanna get one.”

Jungkook perks up. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking of getting?”

Before your dad can answer, you cut in.

“Dad, you’d cry the second the needle touched your skin.”

Your dad scoffs, affronted. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Yes, you would.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“I literally saw you tear up when you stubbed your toe last time we had dinner.”

“That was different!”

Jungkook is trying so hard not to laugh.

“I’m big and tough, just like Jungkook,” your dad insists, puffing out his chest.

“Sure,” you deadpan.

Your mom, barely paying attention, waves a hand. “Anyway—”

And then, suddenly, all eyes are on Jungkook.

“So,” your mom says, tilting her head, “how did you two meet?”

Jungkook blinks, clearly not expecting to be put on the spot. But after a moment, he smiles. “At the diner.”

“Oh my god,” Nari suddenly cuts in, turning to your mom. “Did you know Y/N didn’t even realize who he was at first?”

Your mom, still eating, barely reacts. “Oh, I’m not surprised,” she says, waving her fork. “She was never really into that kind of stuff.”

Jungkook laughs, glancing at you.

Your mom, however, suddenly gasps.

“Oh, Jungkook—you should meet her cousin. She is obsessed with you.”

You groan. “Who?”

“No, really! Albums, posters—your face is everywhere in her room!”

Jungkook’s eyebrows lift in amusement. “Oh yeah?”

You sigh. “Yeah, I know. She’s obsessed.”

Jungkook grins. “Next time, bring something and I’ll sign it for her.”

Your mom gasps. “Oh my god honey, she would die.”

Your dad, who has been quietly observing this whole thing, suddenly leans back with a smirk. “Alright, son,” he says, “I like you.”

And just like that—Jungkook is in.

Before you even realize it, half the chicken is gone.

You glance over at Nari—and yeah.

It was her.

Your parents immediately notice.

“Oh, sweetie,” your mom coos, pushing her plate toward Nari. “You must still be so hungry. Here, have some of mine.”

Your dad follows suit, sliding his dish over. “Yeah, come on. Eat up.”

Nari stares at them in horror.

Because, in reality, she is stuffed. Absolutely miserable. But she’s also too deep in the bit to stop now.

So she swallows thickly, nods, and—forces another bite.

You watch in pure amusement as she struggles, her expression slightly green, but still determined.

Jungkook notices too, chuckling quietly.

Then—your mom leans in, casual as ever, and asks:

“So, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up. “Yes?”

She smirks. “Are you in love with my daughter?”

You nearly choke.

Jungkook freezes, caught so off guard that he blinks—mouth slightly open.

Your dad, on the other hand, grins, immediately jumping in to tease.

“I don’t know how you could be,” he says, shaking his head dramatically. “She burned the chicken.”

You gasp. “How did you know?”

Nari, still trying not to die from fullness, weakly raises a hand. “It’s… pretty obvious,” she mutters.

Your dad cackles.

Jungkook, still flustered from the question, simply shakes his head with a small laugh, covering his mouth.

The conversation continues on—shifting topics, flowing naturally, Jungkook settling even more into the comfortable chaos of your family.

Then, out of nowhere, your mom casually says—

“Honey, did you know your cousin finished his enlistment last week?”

You blink. “Who?”

“Your cousin. He just got discharged.”

“Oh.” You nod, remembering. “Yeah, Mom. I miss him. We should visit sometime.”

Your dad hums. “We definitely will. He’s not busy anymore.”

Jungkook listens quietly, still chewing—but then—

Your mom turns to him.

And she asks—so casual, so normal—

“Jungkook, honey. When will you be enlisting?”

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xhmeusworld · 2 years ago

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high & dry | choi seungcheol

genre: smut, angst, best friend! seungcheol

pairings: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader

warnings: dom! cheol, fingering, dirty talk, begging. absolute filth honestly

note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.

honestly, no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.

choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.

you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheol’s dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.

it was no surprise to both of your parents.

“what if y/n and cheol get married when they’re older?”

“i’m literally already planning the wedding.”

you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.

all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.

from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.

entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.

he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.

he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.

he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didn’t like him anyway.

“why is everyone looking at me?” you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.

your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. “just ignore them, y/n. clearly they don’t ha-“

his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. “don’t look!”

at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.

slut.

“do you think we will always be friends?”

your voice broke the silence of cheol’s room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldn’t bring yourself to be alone and you weren’t surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.

cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheol’s knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your ex’s doing and it wasn’t long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.

“of course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldn’t I?”

one thought rang in your head.

because i love you.

but you kept your mouth shut. you weren’t going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.

nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.

or so you thought.

junior year rolled around and everything began to change.

cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.

you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.

he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. “i’ll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.” but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.

eventually, the contact stopped all together.

he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didn’t congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.

you pretended like you weren’t hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didn’t have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.

and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.

until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.

your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.

you definitely didn’t expect to run into the one person you didn’t want to see.

and you definitely didn’t expect what happened next.

maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you weren’t sure, but at this point, you didn’t care.

cheol’s lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. “does that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?”

you couldn’t do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadn’t talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.

until now.

cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. “god, you’re dripping and it’s so all for me.”

you let out another whine. “go faster.”

“are you sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.

his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldn’t help but smile. “there’s the sweet spot.”

you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didn’t want to disobey, but you couldn’t take it any longer.

“cheol-“ you whined. “please.”

you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. “please what?”

“i wanna cum.”

“oh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?”

you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. “oh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.”

before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didn’t even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.

the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasn’t long before you came undone.

you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.

“you know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.” cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. “the way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.”

a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldn’t help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. “i thought about this too.”

at your confession, cheol nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.

cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.

your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.

cheol give you a smile. “like what you see?”

you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. “yeah, cheol, you’re so big.” your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.

he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasn’t long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.

"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."

instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.

it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,

"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,” cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.

there were those words again.

you didn’t have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.

you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.

cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.

suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.

“I remember you not liking sticky stuff,” he said, quietly. “you used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didn’t like the feeling.”

the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?

but you didn’t want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.

cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. “go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.

once again, you were wrong.

when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart

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koyagifs · 1 month ago

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autumn leaves

pairing:: zayne x reader genre:: fluff au:: idol | poly synopsis:: filming the b-side track for their new upcoming song, zayne couldnt help but fall even more in love with you word count:: 1.6k warning(s):: based on the card fragrant possession.

You sat in your makeup chair, sipping the coffee the boys had picked up for you before dropping you off at the filming location. The stylists buzzed around, gushing over how sweet and romantic Zayne’s part was, making you blush as they teased.

“Girl, I don’t know how you got all five of them wrapped around your finger,” Arya, your hairstylist, said as she pinned a section of your hair in place.

“I can barely handle my husband,” Mia added, dusting blush onto your cheeks, making you laugh.

“Trust me, they keep me on my toes,” you joked, and the three of you burst into laughter.

Just then, Zayne approached with a soft smile, clearing his throat to announce his presence. “Ladies. YN.”

“Oh, that’s our cue! Don’t you dare mess up her lipstick, lover boy,” Mia teased as she and Arya made their way out.

Zayne chuckled, holding out his hand to help you up from the chair. “Lover boy, huh?”

“You know how the girls are about us, Zayne,” you said with a grin.

He hummed in amusement, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Did you look over the script?”

You nodded, holding it up proudly. “It’s so cute! I’m glad the studio’s actually taking our input seriously.”

“Well, it probably helps that they think Sylus is in the mafia,” Zayne said with a smirk.

You shook your head, laughing. “Where did they even get that idea? He’s literally a sweetheart.”

Zayne shrugged, casually taking a sip of your drink.

“Hey!” you started, ready to scold him— But before you could, the director’s voice echoed through the space, calling everyone to set.

Zayne handed the cup back with a cheeky grin. “Saved by the bell.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile as you took his hand and followed him toward the stage.

As the fake rain began to pour, you and Zayne dashed toward the gazebo, laughter on your lips and water splashing around your feet. Once under the cover of the structure, you made your way to the small table and sank into one of the chairs, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“Who knew taking shelter from the rain could lead to such beautiful scenery?”

Zayne smiled, leaning forward on the table as he gazed out at the artificial storm. “I could smell the flowers while we were running. Now their scent is even stronger in the rain.”

His eyes found yours again, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You pulled out a handkerchief and gently dabbed it across his damp face. He blinked, surprised by the gesture, then reached up to guide your hand down, holding it lightly.

“This smells like the flowers too,” he murmured.

You raised an eyebrow, setting the handkerchief down on the table between you. “Since when are you so tuned in to fragrances?”

Zayne chuckled and knelt down, picking up a fallen flower. As he lifted it to his nose, you pulled out your phone, aiming the camera at him. When you looked up again, that soft smile was still on his face.

“Why are you recording me picking up a flower?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

“I don’t always get to see this side of Zayne,” you replied, your voice light but sincere.

He shook his head as he stood. “If you want to see it more often, I could—”

You let out a startled gasp just as a bird swooped into view. The crew murmured in surprise in the background as Zayne instinctively took a step back. The bird bumped into his chest before calmly settling on his arm.

You giggled. “Don’t move. You’ll scare it away.”

Zayne remained still, eyes wide with disbelief. “You just want to photograph it.”

“Of course I do,” you said, snapping a picture as he gently reached out to pet the bird.

To everyone’s surprise, the bird fluttered up and perched comfortably on his shoulder. Zayne carefully pulled a branch closer, letting the bird hop to it. He smiled down at the tiny creature, still stunned.

“Wouldn’t you say…” he glanced at you with a playful smirk, “it’s even rarer to see this side of Zayne?”

The bird suddenly fluttered in front of him, hovering for a moment before beginning to circle.

“You’ve changed ever since you came back from Dawnlight City,” you said, slipping back into the script.

The bird settled atop Zayne’s shoulder as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on you. “It’s not me.”

It gracefully flew to his finger, and he gently guided it to his right shoulder, leaning against the railing. His gaze didn’t leave yours.

“My changes involve you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his stare blurring the lines between the scene and something much more personal.

“Does that include passiveness?” you asked, smiling despite the warmth rising in your cheeks.

He let out a quiet scoff, the bird circling him once more before settling again on his shoulder. You moved a step closer as he reached up to stroke the small creature.

“My answer wasn’t obvious enough?” he asked, eyes never leaving yours. The look—the one you knew made your heart skip—was there. And suddenly, it didn’t feel like filming anymore.

The bird hopped onto his hand, and Zayne’s smile softened as he watched it.

“Animals don’t really like to share,” he said, still focused on the bird before it took flight.

“We’re not different.”

Then he turned back to you, voice low and sincere. “I want the eyes I love to see only me.”

Your heart soared. A blush crept up your cheeks as he held his hand out to you.

“You’re greedy,” you mumbled, slipping your fingers into his.

Zayne pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I only just discovered... this side of myself too.”

He pulled back to look at you fully, searching your face for a moment before turning away to retrieve the umbrella he had set down earlier. When he returned, he opened it, holding it above both of your heads just as a cascade of fallen flower petals began to drift down like rain. You glanced up, then back at him—he was already watching you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Gently brushing a few petals from his shoulder , you still held the flower in your hand. Then he lifted it to his cheek.

“What would you do,” you asked quietly, “if my eyes only looked at this flower?”

He met your gaze. “That’s fine.”

He stepped closer. “I’ll just make it mine… this flower you’re so enamored with.”

Taking your hand—the one still holding the flower—he guided it gently so it hovered just over his lips.

“It doesn’t end with the flower,” he murmured. “I want to be infused with your fragrance... to carry your scent, to be one with it.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse skipping. The way he was speaking—it wasn’t the script anymore.

“Or perhaps…” he continued, voice barely above a breath.

He placed the flower gently between your lips.

“I want to let it take me.”

Then he leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t part of the scene.

His lips met yours slowly, reverently. One hand wrapped around yours, the other still holding the umbrella. The kiss deepened—confession folded into contact—and when he finally pulled back, the flower remained delicately caught between your lips.

“And now,” he whispered, eyes locked onto yours, “our bodies share the same scent.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in again—closer this time—pulling you gently against him. The umbrella slipped from his grasp, landing with a soft thud beside your feet.

His hand cradled your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin, while your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist. The space between you disappeared as his lips found yours once more—no longer careful, no longer measured. It was a kiss filled with longing and unspoken words.

The fake rain continued to fall beyond the gazebo. Petals clung to your clothes and hair, but neither of you moved to break the moment.

Time didn’t just slow—it stilled.

And even though the scene was technically still rolling, this no longer felt like acting.

You and Zayne jolted slightly at the sudden sound of clapping. The illusion of intimacy shattered as you both turned, eyes wide, to see the director standing just off set, beaming.

“That was so beautiful! And in one take!” he cheered, practically glowing with excitement.

You and Zayne both laughed—nervously at first, then more freely—as the weight of the scene settled behind you.

Still slightly flustered, you exchanged a glance before heading toward your designated stylists. Mia was already waving you over, her grin impossibly wide, while Arya fanned herself dramatically behind her.

“Oh, we saw everything,” Mia teased as she pulled you into the chair. “Tell me that kiss wasn’t in the script.”

You gave her a sheepish smile, cheeks warming again. “It wasn’t.”

From a few feet away, Arya glanced over at Zayne, who was now surrounded by crew members laughing and playfully nudging him. “That boy’s either the best actor we’ve ever seen… or head over heels.”

You weren’t sure which answer made your heart race more.

Your gaze found him easily—like it always did. Zayne’s cheeks were tinged red, the soft blush contrasting with the flower petals still caught in his hair. He ran a hand through it, trying to play it cool, but the way he bit back a smile said everything.

And just like that, you felt yourself falling all over again.

The way he looked at you during the scene… the way his hands held you like you were something delicate, something his heart couldn’t quite believe was real—it lingered even now, long after the director had yelled “cut.”

You turned back around in your chair as Mia adjusted your touch-up mirror, but your eyes strayed again.

And there he was.

Still looking at you.

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mohavesun · 1 year ago

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leon roommate au part 2 :) pt 1 is here

warnings: 18+, leon being pathetic, begging, worshipping (?), degrading kink, masturbation, dom/sub, reader is dominant. a bit of overstimulation.

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leon’s behavior only got worse as time went on.

it was a one-time occurrence, and he never intended it to repeat.

but it did.

one, then twice, then three times.

what made it worse was that he was still leon, still the boy you considered your best friend. he was sweet, considerate, always bringing you your favorite pastry from the lounge, always helping you with your studies. he couldn’t only imagine how you would feel if you knew how perverted he had become.

it all came to a standstill when you came back early from class.

leon had reached a new low—now, instead of using your clean, fresh underwear to huff while jerking himself off, he had graduated to using the pair of underwear you had worn the night before.

he just couldn’t help it. once you left the room, he saw the light pink fabric of the lacy panties with a bow on the front, just sitting in your hamper, begging for his attention. he fished it out, mouth watering when he saw the slightly darker fabric, right were your cunt would be pressed against the clothing. you must’ve been wet at some point during the day, because the fabric was still slightly moist.

oh, god. this was a dream come true for your sweet, innocent roommate. almost like an animal, he brought the panties to his face, sniffing the scent of your vagina, licking the wetness that tasted like honey on his tongue. he was so caught in the bliss of finally—finally tasting you, he completely ignored how hard his cock was. he let out a soft groan, still knelt by your wicker basket of dirty clothes, pressing the panties into his face as though it was the most delectable thing in the world. his lust was something else entirely now. obsession? maybe. all he knew for sure was that he was deeply in love with you. and that he was absolutely, horribly pathetic.

his tongue lapped at the remains of your sweet nectar, desperate to taste every last drop, hopelessly and shamelessly, to the point that he almost even felt guilty for being such a creep.

he was so lost in the heavenly sensation of your panties, that he didn’t even hear the door open. all he heard was the drop of a backpack, snapping him out of his haze, snapping his head to look at where the thud had originated from.

your face alone sent a sinking feeling into his stomach.

your eyes were wide with shock, brows raised and mouth fallen agape. those beautiful lips that he loved so, so much, hanging open in surprise (and maybe disgust? he was far too horny to be able to read anything right).

“leon?” was all you stammered out. you had noticed some of your underwear going missing, only to return to your drawer the next day. but leon? leon would never. leon was sweet, he was gentle, caring, and not at all disrespectful or dirty. or were you just not paying attention? had you been so absorbed into idolizing him that you forgot he was, at the end of the day, a man?

and yet, there he was. your roommate, your study-buddy, your crush, your best friend—with a pair of your panties in his mouth, lips open and tongue resting on his bottom teeth. there was no way.

“oh—fuck.” was all leon could say, swallowing hard, the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he did. his mind was scrambling for some sort of sorry excuse, but nothing could come to mind. he was far too lost in his hormones to be able to form a proper thought. and to make it worse, to have him watch you in the act? it sent a throb to his cock.

that’s when your eyes fell from his face, to his erection, which was blatantly visible through his joggers.

“what… the fuck.” your mouth was dry, shock taking hold of every ounce of your being. he had never been creepy with you, never crude or lewd. hell, you’ve never even seen him checking out any woman.

“i’m so… so sorry!” leon finally came to his senses, dropping the underwear and nervously chewing his bottom lip. “i-it’s not… i, i mean, it’s not what you…”

“what are you doing?” you slam the door behind you, bounding over to him and swiping the panties from the floor. “were you… are you stealing my underwear?”

leon shook his head vehemently. “no! no, no, i swear!” it was true. he hadn’t stolen your underwear. merely sniffing them and jerking off… which is not any better, really.

you frowned, an obvious sign of disappointment. “is that why my underwear randomly goes missing for a day, only to show up the next? oh my god. i cant believe it. you’re a perv! you’re… you’re a total creep.”

he flinched at your words. despite the burning sensation of shame, your words sent a wave of arousal through him. he had never suspected he was into degradation, but…

you could tell he was even more turned on, his cheeks growing even darker, as if it were possible. “oh my god. you like that?” you scoff, crossing your arms with a smug expression, brows creased.

all he could say was, “i’m sorry.” in his defense, he really did seem sorry. he was almost on the brink of tears, looking like a lost puppy on the floor, still on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

“leon…” you say slowly, as if weighing the odds. okay, you did have a crush on him, and of course you had lusted after him ever since you met him. and it was a little charming, seeing him so desperate and pleasing at your feet. eventually, you found the words you wanted. “beg.”

his eyes widened. “beg?” he repeated, trying to understand what you mean.

oh. oh!

he clasped his hands together. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please, please forgive me. please. you don’t know how sorry i am.” his voice was wavering—he was being serious. despite his serious desire to please you, he was also painfully aware of how hard he was.

you smiled at him.

his heart fluttered. how absolutely precious it was to him, to see you smile, despite how much you ought to hate him.

“oh.” he whispered, looking up at you in adoration, waiting for your next command. eventually, a moment of silence, he hopefully asks, “so… you aren’t mad?”

maybe you should be mad. he’s invaded your privacy, he’s violated your very innocence. and yet… he looked so sweet when he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes. and now was the time to live your dream, right?

“leon. if you really want me to forgive you…” your eyes scanned his body. he was knelt on his knees, hands held together. his shoulders were slumped, hopeless, degenerate. and between his legs, his throbbing erection painted a slightly dark stain on his gray sweatpants. you held out the pair of panties in front of him. “keep going.”

keep going? his heart skipped a beat. he didn’t even question you. he snagged the panties from your hands, pressing them into his face, his tongue dragging across the slightly sticky fabric, the tangy taste like heaven. and now that you were watching? he felt like he was going to blow up, his cock almost hurting from how hard he was. his left hand pressed the fabric to his face, his right hand fishing his thick hard-on from his pants. his movements were slow, embarrassed. there was no doubt about it— he was shy.

despite his shaking fingers, he slipped his cock free from its confines, and his eyes watched you as your tongue licked your top lip.

pre-cum seeped down the tip, sticky, his veins throbbing from neglecting his desires for so long. he let out a muffled cry as his hands slowly pumped his shaft. it was only them that you spoke again.

“you’re so pathetic. hold out your hand.” you commanded, arms crossed. leon followed your request, holding his hand out.

you spat onto his hand, gracing him with your saliva to jack himself off with. he let out a sigh. “oh, god… thank you. thank you,” leon stammered, immediately going back to pumping his thick, throbbing manhood. the feeling of spit—your spit—slicked up and down his dick was insane. “so—so pretty. oh, god, you’re so beautiful, i… fuck, fuck… i-i’m so… you’re so perfect…” he felt like he could bust right there, his balls twitching from the intensity.

“please… can i… can i cum?” he begs, eyes wide and looking pleadingly at you for permission.

“but you just started,” you raise a brow, grinning as you looked at him. “you can’t stop now. keep going.”

leon let out a high-pitched whine, jerking himself off faster, only to slow down once more, his breath heavy and uneven. he could feel your gaze on him, almost is if you enjoyed watching him torture himself.

but god, it felt good. better than when he touched himself all alone. he had no idea shame could feel so good.

“please. please, i… oh, god, i can’t do this much longer,” leon whimpered, sniffing and huffing your panties like he was running out of air. he let out a series of low cries, his hips beginning to buck sloppily into his fist, his pace growing uneven. he moaned, pleading, “please. please, i-i can’t… i…”

you felt a stirring sensation of guilt for making him torture himself. but you’d be lying if your panties weren’t soaked right now… which gave you an entirely new idea. you reached under your skirt slowly, thumbs hooking the sides of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

his eyes were wide. as if he knew what was going on, he dropped the panties he had previously been sniffing.

stepping out of the underwear, you took the fabric in your hands, placing it on your palm before shoving it into his face. he gasped, licking ferociously at your soaked panties, as if it was your pussy itself. he couldn’t take it anymore. the taste of your fresh slick was enough for him to cum, his seed shooting onto the floor, spilling on his knuckles. his moaning and crying was muffled by the panties you held on his mouth, but his eyes rolled back, and his hips were stuttering, thighs quivering.

“god, you’re desperate…” you mused, watching his orgasm tear through him.

leon babbled something that you couldn’t quite understand as you pulled the panties from his face, dropping them to the floor. he was quick to scoop up the underwear, holding it in his hands like a precious jewel. drool dribbled down his chin as he came down from his high, arguably the most intense orgasm of his life.

you just smiled at him, shaking your head. “you’re forgiven.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #re2 #re4 #sorry this took forever lol

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chan-hvgs · 7 days ago

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Okay the part 1 was cute and fluffy where we got to see the reader meeting seungmin and the fluff stuff where he helped her translate and dropped her back home. The reader is shy after this and starts doing her research on stray kids and their music and content. She really sees seungmin as a good human being and all members love and accept her. So she takes the passion for learning Korean on her own so that she communicates with members and so she asks seungmin questions about how you became an idol and what made so passionate about. Seungmin asks her on a date in a shy manner. They have their first date on the mall without minnie being recognized she wears heels and a dress that makes minnie heart flutter so the reader tells her life journey and all of sudden she faces a show bite without telling her. Minnie being soft he is lifts reader in her arms she is shocked checking to see whether anyone recognize him she feels fluttered and touched

The photos above are not mine! They're from pinterest and belong to their rightful owners.

Ship(s)/Characters: Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader, Ot8

Word count:1,348

CW: Fluff, mentions of food, friends to lovers, *Some info may not be accurate, Its just what the internet told me/ Or its just fiction completely!, injuries (Very lightly described blisters),

Bold is texted

Summary: You came to Seoul to pursue your dreams as a graphic designer and animation. You met a certain someone while you were there, what happens now?

Pt.1 here!

It had been a week since you had that game night with Seungmin and his friends. You had been texting throughout the week and you had to admit, you really liked the boy. You had unpacked and were finally getting comfortable in Korea, having already fallen into a system.

Currently you were taking a break from your Korean studies using the books Felix provided you with (and they were really helping, you'd have to thank him next time you see him), but instead of flipping pages you were sitting in front of your computer, Google open, your lips parted in shock. You scrolled through different pages about Stray Kids, having searched them on a whim when a nagging feeling wouldn't leave you– And now… That little liar. He wasn’t just a fan of Stray Kids, he WAS a part of Stray Kids. And his friends, the friends you were joking and laughing with weren't just his friends– They were his groupmates. You leaned back in your chair, no wonder Chan was so suspicious of you, being the leader and all, you wouldn't expect anything less. But why’d Seungmin keep this a secret? I mean sure he hinted at it but did he think you’d start treating him differently? Get obsessed? Well you wouldn’t be shocked, he must have had some pretty terrible experiences to not tell you directly. You tapped your phone nervously, debating telling him you knew but decided to go ahead and bite the bullet.

You:

Hey…

Can we talk…?

Seungmin:

What? You tired of me already 🙏

You:

You know that’s not it..

You’re a vocalist of Stray Kids?

You watched as his text bubble appeared and reappeared multiple times, once, twice, three times before finally revealing a message.

Seungmin:

So.. You figured it out. I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.

I was just scared. You don’t know just how scary some people can be.

You:

I’m not mad Minnie, I understand.

I don’t care that you're an idol. I like hanging out with you because you’re you.

Seungmin:

Thanks… I’m sorry again.

Do you want to hang out? There’s a mall I want to show you.

You:

Oh? Asking me on a date?

Your smile widened as his reply appeared

Seungmin:

If that's what you want to call it, then yeah it’s a date. See you at 5.

You smile, cheeks heating up as you look at the text. A date.. An actual date. The heart throb wore off when you realized the time. You only had about an hour and a half to get ready. Pulling yourself out of bed you quickly showered and began getting ready, your phone playing a Stray Kids playlist, you might as well get familiar now. Brushing out your hair and doing your makeup, casual but still nice. You wore one of your prettier dresses, blue and floral, and the shoes to go with it were a pair of dainty heels with bows on the buckles. You picked your phone up and winced when you realized the time, 4:55. You did one last once over in your full-length mirror, spraying yourself down with perfume before grabbing a purse and dropping your phone, lip gloss and wallet into it just as there was a knock on your door. You rushed to open it and there he was, dressed in a beige sweater and light wash jeans, white converse on his feet, A small bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand. You watch his face flush a light color of pink up to his ears as he takes you in.

He blinked, quickly snapped out of it when he realized he was staring. Holding the bouquet in your direction “These are for you” He smiled shyly as you took them, fingers grazing his for a split second. They smelt heavenly, and they were so beautiful. “I’m gonna put these in a vase if you wanna step inside?” He smiled, stepping inside your apartment as you filled a vase with water, he looked around for a second “This is a really nice place” You nodded, smiling. “Yeah… My job provided it. It’s really big for an apartment” You set the vase by a window and moved towards the door again, looking over when Seungmin offered his hand, looking away. You smiled, taking it as he led you out the door and started towards the mall.

On your way to the mall you looked over at the male, who was obviously more flustered and reserved than he was the last time you walked together, your hand still in his. “So… “ You said gently “What made you decide to become an idol” You didn't want to come off as pushy but you were genuinely curious and he looked happy to have a conversation starter. “Well when I was younger I wanted to be a professional baseball player” He giggled a little, but you could see the longing in hius eyes “But plans fell through because of–- injuries and… other things so I turned towards entertainment. My friends convinced me to audition for JYP and now I’m here” You nodded with a smile, he obviously gave you a short, cut blank explanation but it was enough fpr now. By the time he finished talking, we’d reached the entrance of the mall.

You realized Seungmin didn’t have a mask on and you looked at him curiously “Aren’t you worried about getting recognized?" You asked, voice low. He shrugged, walking over into a store. “This mall isn't very popular, and it's 5pm on a Tuesday so I’m not too worried. Idols come here more often than you'd think” You nodded, letting go of Seungmin’s hand as she looked around the store. He stood beside you, looking at you, eyes wandering your form. “So.. what about you?” he smiled “I told you about me so it’s your turn” You smiled "I've already told you most of it.” He shrugged “Still” So you told him about growing up in Japan and what led you to your current job and how you got the offer that brought you to Korea. The two of you walked store to store as he listened to you, nodding along, occasionally asking you a question or two, his hand holding yours anytime you weren’t using it, You could even swear you could see hearts in his eyes as he listened.

It wasn’t until you stopped at a food court and sat down to get something to eat that you felt the pain radiating from your heel. Sure, you knew wearing heels when you would be walking around wasn't the best idea and now you had a painful blister covering your heel. Seungmin came over with two Korean corn dogs and handed one to you, eating one himself. The two of you ate in relative silence, having talked so much while shopping. And when you finished eating Seungmin stood to continue, offering his hand. He must've noticed the look on your face and the way you falter when you stood because he immediately put his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you ok?” You nodded with a smile. “Yeah… just have a blister from these heels” He looked down with a nod. “Then let's call it here for the night, yeah?” You smiled at his consideration and started walking when suddenly his hands were on your waist and your feet were off the ground. You looked at Seungmin, his face was flushed, his ears basically glowing, obviously flustered by his own actions, but he continued to carry you as if you weighed nothing. Warmth bloomed in your chest, the closeness, the gesture—it all felt like a dream.

Seungmin carried you all the way home, not once putting you down once until he reached the front of your apartment, allowing you to open the door. You walked in and turned around, Seungmin still red from embarrassment with the smallest smile on his face. You smile, eyes meeting his. “Let's do this again?” Seungmin nodded, smiling so widely it made your chest ache “of course”

(A/N: Pt.2 yay! I hope you like it @vernorica123 ! It was fun to write! Sorry this took me so long to get out! I had no motivation and was a little burnt out but hopefully I'm back now! Thank everyone so much for the support I've had recently! As always, feel free to send requests and remember to eat, drink some water and get rest! Have a great day/afternoon/night! I love y’all!-🐝)

#skz #stray kids #skz fluff #seungmin #kim seungmin #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin skz #kim seungmin x you #seungmin fanfic #seungmin x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids seungmin #seungmin fluff #skz x reader #skz fanfic

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beecheyislandgloves · 15 days ago

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i wrote this in response to @glaciergore but the meta got loooong and demanded its own post!

a fruitful route into Hodgson’s ‘I want to live’ monologue for me is actually a deleted scene from earlier in the episode, which falls between Billy's murder and cannibalism. as the mutineers glumly haul their boat over the shale, Hickey, seated inside, reads aloud from Thomas Hobbes' Leviathan. he is a captain addressing his crew; this is a parody of a sermon, but whereas Sir John had three corpses at his sunday services on Beechey Island, Hickey keeps 'near him' just one, 'Gibson's body wrapped in canvas' (though, since this is a tragedy, the hauling corpses around him may count too). Goodsir recites under his breath 'some of the words he learned from Lady Silence [...] From his lips now, these words have become a prayer.' faith— its power, its confines, its different sources— matters to this scene.

although we aren't explicitly told in the script, how must Hodgson feel here? is this penance? his road to Mount Calvary? he is no Christ, even if his back aches. Billy is the one who died and will be martyred to sustain the mutineers' earthly existence. Hodgson sees saints being made everywhere and finds himself on the wrong side.

think of Irving, sustained by his faith as Hodgson never could be. Hickey's murder of Irving is among the few times Irving stares into his eyes, returns his gaze, recognises him (to Hickey's satisfaction), but also, maybe, sees past him. Irving dies looking at the sky. he still has his God; Hickey's knife cannot unstick his soul as the Tuunbaq could. murdered by his fellow man, Irving may still reach salvation.

because Irving had a god, he mined his sense of self from an incorruptible lode. saints incite violence against themselves because, regardless of the attacks to their mortal frames, a part of them endures that only gods can touch. by contrast, Hodgson is all mortal and so all touchable. he struggles under the guilt of rejecting the Church ('a perfect moment in a whole imperfect life') and attempts to fill his spiritual absence with material validation. Hodgson relocates his belief to the men around him and so inevitably disappoints and is disappointed because we are imperfect creatures. he tries to be a chum to the crew ('I'm more afeared of the cold, boys') but will volunteer to write the record of their executions in pursuit of redemption from Crozier.

intriguingly, when Hickey reads to the mutineers in that deleted scene, he is imitating book!Crozier, who replaces Sir John's Bible passages with Hobbes' Leviathan after he takes command of the expedition. Dan Simmons' text repeatedly quotes Hobbesian philosophy ('"Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short," the captain had intoned'), although his Hickey never picks up the book like in the show script. nonetheless, Simmons' Crozier loosens the glue bonding the men when he topples Sir John's faith at the head of the ships. with no higher substitute to set their sights on, the men look among themselves. their dirt and filth is just dirt and filth. nothing will transform. they are hungry. they want to live.

Hodgson delivers his monologue at his lowest point, after he rejects the Catholic Eucharist ('the blood and body of Christ') for its low parody (the blood and body of Billy Gibson). 'every poor or weak or selfish thing' he has suspected about himself since the age of seven is confirmed when Hodgson consumes Billy. he kills whatever was holy or 'perfect' inside of him, wipes out God's image, and is left with the idol he made of mortality in life. it may sustain him for a few days in this world but damns him in the next. '"Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are."'

i suspect Hodgson approaches Goodsir for his monologue because he recognises in him another fallen man. dismembering Billy unseats Goodsir's faith in medicine to heal ('If ever I was a doctor, I am one no longer'), though he will soon depend on its power to destroy. i think it is possible that Hodgson would like to comfort Goodsir in this scene, except what comfort, what compassion, is left to them? all Hodgson can offer is his confession. he humbles himself in front of the one person remaining (at this point) whom he respects. as another man, Goodsir cannot absolve Hodgson for eating Billy, nor can Hodgson absolve Goodsir for dissecting him. they go their separate ways. Crozier comes the closest later ('I forgive him') but even his grace keeps its mortal limits ('I forgive all of them but you').

however, Hodgson may be more Catholic than he thinks! his monologue identifies the sublime wonder of Mass ('The singing sounded delivered by angels themselves'; 'I felt clean') but self-excludes from it ('The next week, when it came time to dress, I pretended to be ill'). Hodgson thinks his impurity and the beauty of transubstantiation are incompatible. by choosing Goodsir as his confessor, though, he stumbles into, however unwittingly, a more important epiphany: the priest is a sinner too. every Eucharist is a parody of itself up until the moment the wine becomes blood, the miracle, as man is a burlesque of God's image until he dies. Hickey's Leviathan reading recalls a captain's sermon, yes, but also Crozier's eulogy for Sir John. the scene is comprehensible as a funeral: Billy's funeral service. just because it is a parody does not mean it isn't powerful. such is the definition of a ritual: the thing you keep doing until it works. a parody without transformation becomes a tragedy.

the saint expects the violence against them. knowingly or unknowingly, they run towards it.

#💥: glove one #the terror #amc the terror #george hodgson #billy gibson #cornelius hickey #francis crozier #john irving #sir john franklin #harry goodsir #meta

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incogrio · 1 year ago

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h.kai - send off part two ～*° °。｡

pairing: huening kai x fem bodied reader

genre: fluff, angst, SMUT!!

synopsis: a month has gone by since your dreamy encounter with huening kai. and he hasn’t said a word to you.

warnings: sad in the beginning, general smut warnings, eating out, slightly public smut, sub! kai, dom!ish reader, inaccurate depictions of huening kai’s head game

w/c: 2.5k+

a/n: ONE person asked for a part two (yk who u are) and i once again, was possessed by the ningdungie inside me. and kai inside me. so uhhh yeah enjoy pookies.

part one

COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

it had been days since your dreamy encounter with huening kai had burnt itself into your skull. you found yourself giggling when imagining his smile, unable to fall asleep as you awaited his text. but it never came.

on the morning after your meeting with him, you sent him a friendly: “hi!”. you hadn’t expected a response immediately, he is a busy idol after all. but after three days, you had started to grow worried. what if he got in trouble with his staff? did he realize his mistake in trusting you and change his number?

you decided to send another text: “i hope you’re eating and resting well!” radio silence. nothing but your anxiety plaguing your mind. you had fallen for him so quickly, and now every time you’d seek comfort, you’d find yourself thinking about what could have been. your comfort is now your plague, and you sob into your pillow.

a month has gone by. by this point, you’ve accepted his disappearance. you send him messages everyday; treating his number like your personal diary.

“i had ramen today, but the noodles were kind of hard.” [delivered: 12:34 PM]

“i haven’t been able to sleep recently, thinking of you too much.” [delivered: 4:37 AM]

“today a girl complimented my outfit! i was so happy i could barely even say thank you haha!!” [delivered: 6:13 PM]

“i wonder why you gave me this number. was it a prank?” [read: 2:48 AM]

you thought you were hallucinating. you must’ve stayed on that chat for hours, refreshing and refreshing. now you were the one giving him silence.

it made hyuka’s stomach churn. he had been fighting with his members and the staff for the past month, desperately trying to convince them that he was not threatened, that he did not need to change his number, and that he did see a relationship with you. every night, he’d sob as he read your messages. he knew he couldn’t begin a relationship if he would have to break it off, but this hurt more. your constant wondering of his affections, your desperate attempts to get him to say something, anything. it made him want to throw up. he could only imagine the look on your face as he delivered you your thoughts, once more.

but today, today he did it. today they agreed to let him at the very least commune with you online. huening had sprinted to the nearest bathroom, locking himself in and pressing his back to the door, sinking till his butt softly touching the cold tiles under him. he opened your chat, frowning at your most recent text.

“i wonder why you gave me this number. was it a prank?” [delivered: 12:56 AM]

his hands shook as he tapped your contact, turning on read receipts for the first time. he didn’t know when you had seen the change, but he knew that you suddenly gave him a taste of his own medicine. he didn’t know what to say. what to do. his thumbs shook as he typed out a message, before deleting it.

“oh.” [read: 3:01 AM]

he jumps, eyes widening. he quickly types without thinking.

“i promise i can explain. let me meet with you. please.” he responds, to which you see it immediately. on your end, you’re on borderline tears. for a month, all you had wanted to see was his response. his notification. and now that you have it, you didn’t even know what to do with it.

“okay. meet me at the bench where we first exchanged numbers.” [read: 3:02 AM]

“okay! thank you. i’m on my way now!!(*^^*)♡” you rolled your eyes at his kaomoji with a slight smile on your face. you got up slowly, before tugging on the quickest outfit and bursting through your door and down to the lobby of your apartment building.

you deserved an explanation, but you would fold the moment you saw his bright blue hair. you tried your best to discipline yourself as you walked through the slightly humid streets, slowly making your way to the now empty concert venue.

huening types out his speech as he walks, slowly nearing where he had met you. he takes a deep breath as he turns the corner, seeing you sitting on a bench whilst looking around expectantly.

he sneaks up behind you and taps you on the shoulder once more. “hi,” he says, his voice shaking out of nerves.

you turn around, getting a strange sense of deja vu. do not fold, you tell yourself. “hey. so…”

hyuka clears his throat, reaching into his pocket and shakily opening his phone. he reads off the note he wrote, “i-i know you are angry with me. and you have every right to be, but i need to at least explain to you-“

“kai, what are you doing?” he looks up.

“wh- i’m… i wrote it in advance, so i wouldn’t forget anything… i’m.. is that rude?” he asks, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck softly.

you sigh. you reach for his phone and place it back into his pocket, before taking his hand and leading him to sit next to you.

“i agreed to hear you out, kai, not your notes app. please, you do not need to be perfect around me.” you mutter reassuringly, yet sternly.

he feels himself tearing up, his lip wobbling softly. he looks at you as the wind blows your hair softly and the street light illuminates your skin. an angel, he thinks to himself. my angel.

“oh- okay! s-so, i was not ignoring you. i was reading your messages! it’s just that i was sort of fighting with everyone at hybe to convince them that you’re NOT a saesang- not- not that you seem like one it’s just that when an idol gives out their number they tend to think that- that they had to give it away and that was NOT the case and- and so i basically has to convince them to not change my number and it was so fucking hard and i JUST-“

you smile to yourself softly, “kai. kai! take a breath. i’m not going anywhere.” you take a deep breath, and he follows.

“and… and i just got them to agree that you are worth it and…” he looks down at his hands, playing with them. “and i didn’t want to start a relationship with you until i was sure it would work out.” he mutters, his voice becoming warbling more and more by the second. “i’m so sorry-“ he can barely get out, before he breaks into sobs. you immediately hug him, taking his head and tucking it into your neck, cradling him.

“oh hyuks…” you mutter, softly kissing his head. “you hurt me a lot,” you explain, and he whines softly into your neck, “but… i understand. i do. you don’t need to worry. cry if you need to, but not because i’m leaving.” you whisper as passersby begin to look over. a six foot tall broad man being cradled in the arms of someone significantly smaller than him is not a usual sight.

after a few seconds, he softly calms into a sniffle. “i don’t deserve you.” he mutters, playing with the hem of your shirt and staying at his position of being wrapped around you.

you hum, “you don’t know how many people disagree with you.”

he untucks his head from your neck before slowly lifting a hand to your cheek. his eyes flick between your eyes to your lips, a silent question.

you aren’t even through your first nod before he launches forward, kissing you like he needed oxygen from your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he bites your lip. he smiles against your mouth in satisfaction, before tilting his head to kiss you deeper. both of you begin to run out of breath, and neither of you find it in you to care. his lips are salty, drenched in his tears. you are addicted to their taste. he whines softly, pushing you back in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. you slowly lean back, before your head softly hits the arm rest of the bench.

you pull away, despite hyuka’s attempt to follow you. you breathe heavily in each others faces, and kai grins at you.

“i have waited so…” he leans down and presses kisses to your neck and jaw, “so long..” he says lowly. you bite your lip, attempting to hold back a moan as he sucks a hickey onto your neck.

“oh my- kai!” you push against his broad shoulders. “we’re in public!”

he pulls away, pulling you up with him. “we… we could be in private. if you want…” he says, eyes drifting to the street that leads to the hotel he’s staying at, before snapping back to you. it’s as though he cannot bare to not have you in his sight.

“won’t people see us?” you ask, slightly confused as to how he was able to get here, apologize and make out with you all without being recognized. he bites his lip in thought, before his eyes light up.

“do you care where we go?” he asks, eyebrows crinkling up in question.

“…i mean… i guess not…” you state, the syllables turning up at the end in slight confusion.

the last place you expected him to lead you was his tour bus. you stare at him incredulously as he unlocks the door, leading you in hand in hand. you marvel at the expensive equipment.

“kai we are not fucking in your tour bus! what if we don’t clean up well and one of your members notices? we should just go home separately and sext or something-“

he cups your cheeks. “i will make sure everything is fine. there’s a bathroom with enough supplies to clean, i have my own bunk bed. you don’t have to worry baby.” he responds reassuringly. “but, if you don’t want to then that’s fine. we could get some froyo instead? does that sound good?” he says smiling, before walking towards the tour bus door.

god, respectful men are so hot.

you tug his hand, pulling him back. “please,” you mumble, looking away like a child.

he smirks. “please what?” he asks smugly, you know he knows what, and he knows he knows what. he just wanted to hear you say it.

“please… please fuck me kai… went a whole month without you, didn’t talk to or even look at anyone else… only…” he begins kissing your neck, “only you kai… please, i’ve been so good for you..” you moan out.

his fingertips squeeze your waist tightly, pushing you back until you hit a small kitchen counter. he reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your throat, eyebrows raising as he asks for your consent. you respond by placing your hand over his and pushing his hand tighter around your neck. he groans before you launch forward, first kissing his lips down to his neck.

“no,” he says sternly, pulling you back by the neck. “no kissing anywhere but my lips. you cannot leave a mark.” he says seriously. god, him being an idol really sucked sometimes.

you pout at him, looking at him through your eyelashes, “nowhere… else..?” you ask, eyes showing disappointment as he tells you that you can’t mark him up and show everyone he was yours.

he smiles at you reassuringly, cupping your cheek and running his thumb across your cheekbone. “i am still yours, marked or not,” he mutters, slowly leaning closer and brushing his lips against yours by tilting his head up momentarily, silently asking if you felt better. you responded by leaning forward, kissing him softly, making sure he felt all the love you had been longing to give him for a month.

he groans against your mouth, fingers digging into your waist as he grows needer. “fuck… need,,” he mumbles, pressing kisses down your neck, “need to taste you, baby. please,” he makes his way down your sternum, “i’ve been so good, haven’t i… baby..?” he looks up from his crouched spot in between your breasts through his eyelids, watching you watch him. you nod, reaching down and moving his hair out his eyes.

he slowly sinks to his knees, licking his lips as he pressed kisses to your plush belly.

a small , ‘mmm’, escaped him as he felt your stomach sink momentarily at his kiss before plushing up once more.

“kai…” you sigh out, before reaching your hand into his hair and tugging him to look up at you, “you need to hurry up.” the stern tone in your voice had caught him off guard, but made his pants ever tighter around his growing bulge.

his bit his lip, looking down at the waist band of your skirt with hungry eyes. he nods, humming a approving tune and muttering out ‘sorry baby.’ over and over. he finally reaches up to your skirt and tugs it down harshly, the cold hair making your legs prickle up with goosebumps.

he almost drools at the sight of your underwear. kai cannot contain himself any longer, launching himself forward to mouth at your clothed clit. he moans to himself as you tighten your grip on his blue hair, muttering soft praises into the otherwise silent tour bus.

it wasn’t long before he reached up, pulling your panties for the side with one hand and shoving your leg over his shoulder with the other. you brace yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for his lips immediately wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly at your swollen nub. you have lost all sense of dignity and pride, choosing to replace it with kai. kai. kai. kai. you moan out, slightly placing your weight against the counter, fighting the leg on his shoulder to wrap around his head. tugging him ever closer.

“f..fuck kai! so good..” you moan, breathing heavily as he runs his tongue up and down your folds, alternating between pistoning his organ into your hole and swirling and sucking at your clit.

he lets out moans every few moments, sending your hips bucking into his face, “don’t you dare stop, hyu..hyuka..”

he shakes his head against your pussy, fervently telling you that no, he will not stop. not until you’re shaking and his entire face is drenched in your fluids.

and even then, even when you were shaking, desperately trying to get him away from your pulsating pussy, he kept going.

“fuck!! kai! please, i came… please stop!” you borderline shout, the overstimulation driving you crazy as you almost climb onto the counter to get away from his skillful tongue.

finally, a pussy drunk kai pulls away. he breathes heavily, your juices covering from his chin to the bridge of his nose, the window behind you making him glisten.

“sorry,” he muttered half heartedly with his nerdy little voice. you chose to completely lay down on the counter, regaining your sense of reality.

you chuckle, “that was.. kind of crazy.”

“good crazy?” he asked, standing up and rubbing your thighs comfortably.

“mhm,” you mutter, sitting up and reaching your hand to palm his bulge. kai immediately turns bright red, looking at the floor rather than you.

it was wet. drenched, actually. he had already cum. not just once, but twice whilst feeding on you.

he had half expected you to laugh at him, call him a bitchless loser and shame him. instead you kissed him, “such a good boy to cum while pleasing me..”

oh. oh you had unlocked a beast. he growls against your lips, picking you up and shoving you onto one of the small bunk beds in the bus.

“i’ll show you what a good boy i can be.”

epilogue:

kai had at least had the decency to bring you to his hotel room after the staff and members had all gone to sleep. you deserved a good nights sleep after all.

he had helped you limp into the bathroom, where you now sat on the toilet, back leaned against the wall.

he was in between your legs once more, but with a softer intention this time. he softly wiped your folds free of any residue, shushing you everytime you whined at the overstimulation.

“better?” he asked, getting up and wetting his toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto its bristles and holding you by your chin. he softly tugged at your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth. he smiled softly when you tiredly obeyed, and began cleaning your mouth.

you stared at him with wide, fucked out eyes. he would glance at you every few moments, before going back to focusing on your teeth. a small, flustered smile lingered on his mouth, and pink dusted his cheeks everytime.

after you were clean, you watched him brush his own teeth with the same toothbrush. you didn’t have it in you to complain.

it wasn’t long before he had you change into his clothes, to which his heart soared after seeing you dawning his shark hoodie, boxers and basketball shorts. he softly tucked you next to him into the hotel bed that smelled so comfortably of him, smiling to himself as you tucked your head into his neck. he squeezed you impossibly closer.

god he loved- wait… was he falling in love with you?

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meiyoks · 6 months ago

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hii could we have poly sophia and lara gf headcanons if ur comfortable!

i got you! this does lean towards a 7th member au, just keep that in mind!

getting together

honestly you aren't sure at what point you started falling for both of them, but it was early into the competition that you realized you had fallen for them both

you didn't think that either of them had fallen for you back, though, so you remained quiet about it for the longest time

sophia definitely fell for you first, though lara wasn't far behind with it either

the three of you all sort of just gravitated towards each other, whether it was you and sophia, you and lara, or sophia and lara. there was always one of you with the other, if not all three together

the two of them talked to each other about how they fell for you, and there was an understanding between them that they'd accept it if you chose the other

meanwhile, you were off rambling to manon and daniela, not really knowing how to approach either of them, how to choose one over the other

when you three were all a part of the final line up, that was when manon and daniela decided they were tired of the will they won't they and decided to set you all up

the first night you all moved into the dorm, manon talked you all into a movie night, while daniela got megan and yoonchae out of the dorm

it was really awkward watching movies at first, but eventually your head rested on sophia's shoulder while your legs were on lara's lap

you eventually murmured "i could get used to this" and sophia asked what you meant. it took you a moment before you finally said "the three of us" because it felt wrong not to include one of you

that led to the three of you spilling your hearts out, and somehow it led to kisses being shared between the three of you

when the other girls came home and found lara half on your lap, with sophia clearly not bothered by it, manon said "it's about time"

actually dating

fans aren't sure who's dating who, but the ship wars entertain the hell out of you three

the only arguments you three have are about who's the middle spoon, since you all three like being held

there's no jealousy between the three of you, you're comfortable letting them spend time alone while they're comfortable letting you have one on one time with either of them

you steal their clothes more often than they take yours, but it's not uncommon for them to be wearing one of your hoodies either

sophia is the big spoiler between you three, she'll see something you or lara will like and she'll buy it without a second thought

lara likes having either of you two with her as she works on music, sophia likes having you two in the kitchen with her as she cooks

you're the clingiest, and you always go to them for cuddles because you know they can't resist you

sophia's room is the designated hangout spot for you three, or where the three of you sleep by each other at night. you room with manon and daniela, and you all know they'd bug the hell out of you. megan's not as bad, but she also teases you three. yoonchae just doesn't care, so she's the cool roommate

whenever you all travel, you three end up sharing a room together

at one point, an idol hit on you while you were in korea, and you'd never seen the two of them jealous until then

#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #sophia x reader #lara x reader #katseye.#sophia.#lara.

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everythingxh · 5 months ago

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Our Day

Pairing: idol-Euijoo x idol-reader

Genre: Marshmallow Fluffy cause it’s a wedding day

Warnings? A little suggestive when the bride and groom text so mdni, pronouns used are (she/her)

Summary: it’s your wedding day today, your groom is Euijoo. @lune-net

The sun had risen on the 7th of September as Y/n and Euijoo's day began.

Today is their day.

Today is the day to be happy for them.

Today is the day they can finally call each other "Sweetheart" and "Honey."

Y/n's four friends surrounded her bed from both sides as they woke her up to get her ready for her big day.

"Oh Y/nnn, wake up! Today is the day you've always dreamed about," her best friend Leni said as she started shaking Y/n’s body.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! You might not have enough time to get your nails and hair done, and putting that dress on might take like an hour just to get the top part on. Come on, wake up, sleeping beauty—or should I say, soon-to-be Mrs. Byun?" cooed her other best friend, Sarah, as she grabbed a water bottle from Y/n's bedside table, sprinkled some on her hands, and flicked it over Y/n's face to wake her up properly.

Y/n's eyes slowly opened as her vision focused on her four friends surrounding her bed. She weakly smiled and rested her elbows on the soft mattress to sit up properly.

"Hey, guys. And good morning to you too, Sarah. That wasn’t very nice of you to do that, my child," Y/n said in her soft morning voice.

"Well, Mother, you didn’t wake up, so I had to use the emergency method," Sarah defended herself.

Y/n sighed and gently nodded her head, her lips pressing together as the corners curled upward into a small smile.

"Well then, what shall we do today, my bridesmaids? And maid of honor?" Y/n asked, looking at each of her friends in the room.

"First, we should get you showered, then into the main room where the hairstylist will work her magic while the nail artist does your nails. And, of course, your makeup will be done by me, because I'm the best at it. After that, Sana and I can help you with your huge dress," answered her childhood friend Dahyun.

"Let’s go then! What are we waiting for?" Y/n said excitedly as she swung her feet to the side of her bed, ready to begin her and Euijoo's special day.

Her four friends smiled at their best friend, feeling genuinely happy for her.

As the five girls made their way to Y/n’s bathroom, Sarah suddenly stopped the group, holding up her right hand to gesture for them to halt.

"Sarah… girly, can we pass, please? We want to help bathe her too," protested Leni, looking down at Sarah. She shook her head and faked a little smile.

"Nope. Only a mother can bathe her child, and last time I checked, I was her third mother. You know, her actual mother is her first, and her man's mother is her second. So, basically, I’m the third. Anyways, I’m bathing her, and you stay out of it," Sarah declared as she pushed all three of them out and shut the bathroom door.

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As the hairstylist curled Y/n's hair and styled it the way she wanted, Y/n was on her phone, texting her soon-to-be husband.

Heyy babe! Guess what?

What?

I’m getting my hair and makeup done so that I can marry you

Ohhh I can’t wait to marry youuu You know what I’m more excited for after our wedding day ends?

Wait let me guess…..sleeping at the hotel?

Nope

Umm maybe the rest we’re gonna get on our honeymoon? Cause you had like three comebacks and I had four, we need rest you know

Yeah I know But I’m excited about what’s after the wedding ;) The part where I show you how much I love you

Oh stoppp ittt don't make me blush in front of my besties, you know what they'll do when they see my red ass cheeks

Okay I’ll shut up now

The corners of her lips curled into a joyful grin.

Just as she was about to continue texting the man she'd fallen in love with, her best friends snapped her out of her little world and brought her back to reality.

"Hellooo? Earth to Y/n, are you here? Gosh, guys, I think we lost her!" shouted Sarah, waving her hands in front of Y/n's face.

"Okay, okay, gosh," Y/n said, lifting her head from her phone to look at herself in the mirror.

The hairstylist had just finished, and Y/n admired the way her hair cascaded in soft, elegant waves down her back. The front sections were pulled back and twisted into delicate braids, meeting at the crown of her head in a subtle, floral-inspired knot. Tiny, pearl-like pins were tucked into the braids, giving her hair a romantic, whimsical touch that perfectly complemented the day.

"Woah, thank you so much, Lia. My hair looks amazing," Y/n complimented, moving her head from side to side to show off her hair.

"No problem, Y/n," Lia replied with a smile, moving over to the other girls to do their hair.

"Alright, quit goofing around, Y/nie. Your wedding is in an hour, and you still need to get your makeup done—and, of course, the dress! Now come here; I’ll do your makeup, and then Sana and I will help you with the dress," Dahyun said, half complaining.

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"And… done! Look at you. It feels like just yesterday we were in your room pretending you were the bride and I was the groom. You wore your bride costume, and I was wearing my older brother’s suit, acting as your husband-to-be. Ahh, great memories," Dahyun said as she finished Y/n's makeup.

"You can look at yourself now. I allow it," Dahyun added, laughing at her little rule: Do not look at yourself unless I say so.

Y/n slowly lifted her eyes from her phone and locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror.

Her makeup was soft and glowing, highlighting her natural beauty. A subtle shimmer on her eyelids made her eyes sparkle, while the delicate winged eyeliner and wispy lashes gave her a soft, romantic gaze. Her cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush that matched her lips perfectly—glossy, but not too bold. The overall look was effortlessly elegant, making her feel like the most beautiful version of herself.

"Gotta say, this is another great masterpiece by the artist Kim Dahyun. God damn, I’m hot," Y/n exclaimed, smiling at herself in the mirror.

"And now I can join in! Come on, Y/n, we don’t have much time. The dress is waiting for you!" Sana said, grabbing Y/n's hand and pulling her toward the dressing room.

"Alright, here we go. Ahh, I can’t believe you’re getting married in a few minutes!" Dahyun exclaimed as she slipped the top half of the dress onto Y/n.

"Yeah, girl, how are you feeling?" Sana asked, helping Dahyun lace up the back of the dress.

"Honestly, I’m half excited and half nervous because this is such a huge step for us," Y/n muttered as she stepped into the bottom half of the dress.

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, a stunning blend of classic elegance and modern flair. The bodice was intricately detailed with lace, tiny beads catching the light with every movement. The skirt flowed down in layers of soft tulle, giving it a dreamy, ethereal look. The back dipped into a graceful V-shape, showing just enough skin to feel sophisticated but not too revealing. As the fabric settled around her, Y/n felt like she’d stepped straight out of a fairytale.

"Don’t worry. It’s gonna be the best day ever for everyone in that venue. Plus, I heard from a little birdie that Euijoo is just as excited and nervous as you are. So, hey, you’re both feeling the same," Dahyun commented as she and Sana finished lacing the dress.

"Hey guys, are you ready? We need to put her veil on and start that wedding," Sarah said, opening the curtain a little to talk to the three girls in the tiny room.

"Yep, she’s ready for the veil. Let’s get the finishing touches done and get you married," Sana said excitedly.

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Stepping out of the tiny room, Y/n looked in the mirror to see everything together one last time as Sarah and Leni placed the veil on her head.

Y/n gasped softly, placing her hands over her mouth, her eyes getting watery as soft laughter escaped her lips.

The others quickly came to her side, tapping her shoulders and nodding.

"Ah ha, yeah, you’re gorgeous—with and without makeup. Now let’s get you married to your future husband, Euijoo," Dahyun said, locking her arm with Y/n’s and walking her to a chair to help her with her heels.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Y/n's mother rushed into the room. Her eyes filled with tears as she smiled and approached her daughter.

"Hello, dearest. Are we ready? Your father is waiting for you," Y/n's mother said, flipping the front of the veil to cover Y/n's face. She then turned to Y/n's best friends and scolded them, "And you guys need to get out and walk with your groomsmen."

Y/n chuckled at her mother and nodded as she stood from the chair and walked to the door.

"Wish me luck, guys," Y/n said as she stepped out to meet her father.

"Hey, sweetheart. I can’t believe my little princess is getting married," her father said as she approached him.

She grinned, locking her arm with his, and they began the walk to the ceremony.

Y/n heard the music begin, signaling the start of the ceremony. She looked to her left, seeing her and Euijoo’s best friends walking side by side, all of them smiling and giving her thumbs up.

First, her soon-to-be husband, Euijoo, walked down the aisle.

Then, her bridesmaids and Euijoo's groomsmen followed.

Next, her little sister walked down the aisle, scattering flowers on the floor, meaning she’d be the last to walk down the aisle with her father, the attention solely on her.

She started walking beside her father, her breathing becoming uneven.

Her father paused, looking at her with worried eyes. "Princess, are you okay?"

"Yes, Dad, I’m okay. Just feeling a little nervous, that’s all."

"Alright then, just breathe. Everything will go as we planned," her father reassured her, and they continued walking.

The doors slid open, revealing a room filled with smiling faces. Some guests teared up at the sight of her, while others simply stood and smiled, admiring how beautiful she looked as a bride.

Euijoo shifted his gaze from his best man to his bride. He couldn’t contain the big smile that formed on his face, his eyes slightly tearing up, and his hands trembling just a bit.

"So beautiful," Euijoo mumbled under his breath as he watched his soon-to-be wife walking toward him.

Y/n felt a smile creeping onto her face as she stared back at him.

When their walk came to an end, her father took her hands and placed them in Euijoo's.

"Hi," they whispered to each other simultaneously, giggling before straightening up to face each other.

"Family and friends, we are gathered here to witness the love of these two people standing before us, to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony. Many here have known this couple, and none can imagine two people more perfect for each other," the officiant concluded.

"You may exchange your vows now. Let’s have the bride start with hers," the officiant instructed.

Y/n nodded and turned to her right, taking the little piece of paper from Dahyun, her maid of honor. Euijoo did the same, turning to his left to take his vows from Nicholas, his best man.

Y/n unfolded the paper and began reading.

"I seriously cannot believe we’re getting married. It feels like just a few weeks ago you came up to me, all shy and cute, asking if you could take me to prom. And now, here I am in front of you, wearing a wedding dress and reading my vows. Soon, you and I will be a married couple. Mr. and Mrs. Byun will be our names after tonight. I’m truly so excited to marry you, Byun Euijoo, and I can’t wait to be your wife."

Y/n ended her vows with a smile, lifting her head from the paper to look at Euijoo.

Euijoo’s face slowly turned a light shade of red as he smiled back at her, then looked down at his vows, ready to make her blush in return.

"You know, the second my eyes landed on you, I knew I had to do something to make you mine. I knew I had to fight for you—and I did. And it was worth it. You’re worth every bruise I got the day I had to fight Jay just to get a date with you. Everything was worth it. You’re worth it. And I can’t wait to be your husband."

Y/n's cheeks flushed, just as Euijoo had expected.

Seeing her blush made Euijoo chuckle.

"Gotcha," he whispered in her ear, making her cheeks redden even more.

"May we have the rings, please?" the officiant asked, ready to marry the couple.

Sarah, Y/n's maid of honor, and Nicholas, Euijoo's best man, stepped forward with the rings.

The couple took the rings and slid them onto each other's fingers.

"Do you, Byun Euijoo, take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" the officiant asked.

Euijoo smiled proudly at Y/n and said, "I do," making Y/n's smile widen even more.

"And do you, Y/n L/n, take Byun Euijoo to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" the officiant continued.

Y/n’s smile couldn’t get any wider as she nodded and happily said, "I do."

"And now, by the power vested in me and the holy father, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Euijoo beamed, lifting his hands to cup Y/n's face. He looked into her eyes and leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to hers as the venue erupted in cheers.

When they parted, both faintly giggled.

After the laughter subsided, Euijoo took Y/n's hand and started running toward the exit.

As of now, they are Mr. and Mrs. Byun.

#andteam reactions #lune net #andteam fluff #andteam imagines #andteam x reader #euijoo x reader #euijoo fluff

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daengtokki · 2 years ago

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𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒

idol!Kim Seungmin x female reader

wc: 11k rating: angst, fluff, explicit synopsis: Your only friend sets you up on a blind date in an attempt to get you out of your apartment over a holiday weekend—you almost make the mistake of not going

→ Blind Date → Second Date → Third Date

MASTERLIST

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Seungmin goes quiet after that, relaxes against the arm of the couch. You’re on the opposite side, doing the same. You watch each other carefully , but nobody makes a move, and nobody starts to speak.

You wonder if there was something you could have done to avoid all of this drama. Four and a half months of wondering; of being so down you can barely make it to work some days. Both of you have been really bad at this.

“Yes, I know it’s complicated.”

Counting the days and weeks until Seungmin comes back to you has been excruciating, sometimes anxiety inducing, and the only thing really keeping you together.

As of today it’s been 136 days since you spent the night with him. Twenty weeks, almost, since you looked at him face to face—touched him, kissed him, desperately wanted to confess how you’ve already fallen for him, and you never want to leave his side again.

But he did text you three days ago.

A part of you feels like giving up, because maybe this has gone on for far too long.

It’s nothing that Seungmin has done. He hasn’t said anything to you about things likely not working out. He talks to you in the same sweet, cheery way he always has when he actually has time to text, or call. You don’t resent him for his lack of communication ever, because you know his lifestyle is worlds away from yours.

But the part of you that’s crazy about him sits and thinks: he can call for a five minute conversation, ask me how I am before I completely fall apart. You think…why hasn’t he messaged back? It takes a few seconds.

You hate having these thoughts. But you’re only human, and you have so much empty time to think about him. It’s just not the same for him. It might never be the same for him.

Right now you’re staring out of your classroom window, completely lost in thought. The kids are working quietly, and luckily it’s the first time all day where you’ve been truly alone in your head.

There’s a loud knock on the door, and it makes you, and your students, jump.

“Come in…”

The door opens slowly, and the face that peeks through the door is a familiar one.

“Hey,” Choonhee waits a moment, then enters and closes the door behind her. She grabs a chair and finds a spot to sit directly in front of you across your desk.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“I’m on my way out, but I wanted to see you before I left. I keep missing you, and you’re not answering my messages.” The look she gives you is a little bit questioning, and a little bit irritated.

“Sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I’m trying to get out of this slump.”

“Slump? The same one you’ve been in for the last…” she gestures vaguely at nothing, “month? Maybe longer, I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” you manage, but it comes out shaky. You feel your throat tighten, and the air is pushed out of your lungs. Your eyes sting with tears. You can��t do this here.

“Hey hey, I’m sorry.” Choonhee starts to stand, “go pull yourself together, I’ll watch the class.”

You inhale deeply and make your way to the restroom. Luckily you have it to yourself, because when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, tears are starting to stream down your cheeks. The result of bottling up until you explode.

Talking to Choonhee about this was always an option, but you haven’t. For some reason, you didn’t want her know how deep the cut is that Seungmin has made in you. Her blind date was probably never supposed to turn into this; something serious, something you want, maybe more than anything you’ve ever wanted. You feel stupid and childish about it, because you know who he is. Sometimes you have to remind yourself that it was him that initiated date number two, and three, sort of, otherwise you’ll convince yourself you somehow forced him into all of this.

It takes far too long for you to finish crying and clean yourself up, but she’s still sitting there waiting when you return.

“I’ll be over tonight, and we’re going to talk it out. Okay?” She says.

You nod, eyes still red, makeup probably giving you two black eyes.

“I have to get going, I’ll see you later. Your phone went off while you were in the bathroom.”

You watch her as she walks out, then look to your students. In a few minutes, they’ll be dismissed. And you can go home and finish the crying that you’ve started. First, you sit and poke the screen of your phone. It’s just a text message.

No, it’s not just a text message. It’s Seungmin. Choonhee probably looked, but all she would’ve seen is the contact name for him; SM.

Weeks ago, you almost changed it to Minnie, but you didn’t. The impersonal, secretive SM remained. You unlock your phone and open it.

I hope you had a good day. You’re just leaving work, I think…if I have my time right

And just like that, he pulls you back up, and back in. He says the right thing at just the right time. Although today, he did miss it by a few minutes. Now you battle with whether or not you text him back immediately, or wait until you get home. Neither feels like the right thing to do. You stare down at the message until it’s time for you to dismiss your class, thinking of what to say to him.

It’s personal. He took note of the time, and remembered when it is you usually leave. Part of you feels like crying again, but your heart is fluttering. You hate this.

***

“I got your favorite!” Choonhee starts unloading the bag of food she brought with her. “Don’t look so defeated over there.”

She let herself in while you sat folded up on the couch. You’re still looking at your phone, trying to figure out what to say to him. Should you keep it casual and tell him your day was alright? Lie?

No, you could tell him the truth; that it was a rough day, and you’ve had a lot of days like this lately because you haven’t seen him in such a long time. But you have no idea how he’d react to that. Maybe he would feel guilty about not texting more, or feel bad because he’s been too busy to see you when he is in Seoul. Or maybe he would feel overwhelmed by it, and decide enough was enough.

Seungmin—the Seungmin you know, at least, has always come off very laidback. Open when he needed to be, but not overly so. He’s a little bit reserved, but so many moments with him have been…cute. And Chicago. It’s been so long since Chicago—long enough that the memory is fading a little. You have to think back on it and keep yourself there, in that moment, to remember all the detail. It’s all still there, in your head.

Finally, you start to type.

“Hi Minnie. I had a rough day today…I hope I get to see you again soon.”

You stare at it until Choonhee clears her throat in an attempt to get your attention. You read it once more, then send it.

“Okay, dinner is served. Eat and tell me what’s been bothering you.”

You set your phone face down on the table and take a few bites before getting into it. Starting the conversation will be the most difficult. So you just start…

“This is a little bit my fault, isn’t it?” Choonhee listened quietly, but you could tell she wasn’t expecting this to be about him. “I pushed this on you. I knew he spoke to you back in…June? I think it was June. But I didn’t know you saw each other again after the first date.”

“Yeah, there was a second date. And a third. And, well…ya know.”

Her eyebrows raise, “what? Fourth, fifth?”

“No, we slept together.”

She’s silent for a long moment, but her eyes remain fixed on you.

“When I went home in July. Remember?”

She’s still silent.

“I haven’t seen him since then.”

“Seungmin doesn’t like opening up to people. He doesn’t do that. Or he didn’t, at least. Are you sure you didn’t just…dream it?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I didn’t dream about having sex with him and then convince myself it really happened.”

Choonhee throws her hands up and waves your remark away, “okay I’m sorry, I’m just…surprised. I mean, even the multiple dates is a little surprising.”

“Then why did you even set us up?”

She shrugs, and then struggles to find the right words, “I don’t know…you were both here, and alone. I didn’t want you to spend the holiday by yourself. I thought you’d like him…I guess I was right. I’m not usually good with matches.”

“So…are you saying I should just move on?”

“No, absolutely not! Text him right now, and tell him you want to see him when he gets home. He doesn’t get to fuck and run. I don’t care who he is.” She goes quiet for a few seconds, but you can tell she’s frustrated and deep in thought. “I knew you’d like him. I’m sorry, I made this mess. If he doesn’t get himself together and talk to you like he should, I’ll go find him myself.”

***

By the time your text message gets to Seungmin, he’s home, undressed, and about to hop into a very hot shower. He smiles when he reads Minnie, because in the far too few messages exchanged, you’ve mostly called him Seungmin. His smile fades when he reads the rest. He knows he’s been bad at this. Not just bad, actually—he’s been pathetic. He’s ghosted you, and strung you along for weeks.

No, he thinks. It’s been months of sporadic texting. Every time he was home, or close to home, he ignored you. Not maliciously, of course, and ignored is a strong word. He messaged you, but it really was the bare minimum. Especially after the last time you were together; you gave yourself to him, and Seungmin took all that he could. Now he can’t admit to you how much it scared him.

He sets his phone down for now, and climbs into the shower—because once again, his mind, body, and everything in between is tired. He’s so tired, he feels like he could cry. Maybe if he just let go, let himself wrap around someone and cry into their chest, he would feel better.

***

“When did he text you last?” Choonhee is cleaning up the table, throwing things into the sink, and generally doing a terrible job of tidying. But she means well, and you let her at it. “Has it been a while?”

“Three days ago, before today. He sent a message while you were in my classroom earlier.”

“Oh, is that who the buzz was? Did you answer back? Maybe you should just make him wait around.”

“I replied right before we ate, only because it took me a while to figure out what to say.” You’re back on the couch now, phone in hand, eyes staring at the stagnant message thread. Figuring out his schedule is tough sometimes, and you try (and usually fail) to stay off of Twitter and fan sites. Right now you’re sifting through them, though—looking for anything new.

You pull up a few airport photos from earlier today. Seungmin is hidden behind a mask and a hat, but you can see his eyes. He looks tired. It makes your heart sink. You return to your message thread again and read through the last few texts; they feel more and more impersonal as time goes on, and that makes your heart sink, too.

Maybe he is pulling away from you.

“I know saying this won’t help, but do not let this take over. Don’t let him get into your head like this.”

“It’s too late for that.”

Choonhee grabs your arm and shakes it furiously, “he’s just a guy!”

***

Seungmin is flat on his back, covers fluffed up all around him, a pillow under his head, another under his feet. No matter what he does, he’s uncomfortable. He desperately wants and needs to fall asleep, but it’s eluding him. His brain won’t shut up. The room is chilly, and that’s usually what does the trick. Cold room, warm bed, and he’s out like a light. He picks up his phone and reads your text again.

Hi Minnie. I had a rough day today…I hope I get to see you again soon.

If only he could figure out what to say back to you. There are so many things he wants to say, and so few ways he can think of to type it out. Even if he were to see you face to face, he’d be lost for words. Seungmin is not one to let people in, but he has already let you in. And now he’s stupidly pushing you away.

He pulls up a photo of you and stares at it. This wasn’t the way he planned on relaxing, but his hand is finding it’s way under his shirt anyway, touching his stomach, slowly moving downward until reaches the waistband of his sweatpants.

Thinking of your one night together, somehow still vivid in his head after all this time, is enough to get him hard. And looking at you…he runs his hand down the length of his cock, grabs tight, and strokes himself slowly. The breath he lets out is shaky. He has to be quiet.

***

“Is he?” You look at her, only slightly defeated. “…just a guy?”

“You slept with him, you should know.”

“He’s not.”

The look she gives you is almost enough to make you rethink what you just said.

“I promise you, beneath everything, he’s like any other guy you’ve dated who got too close, freaked out, and disappeared.”

You shake your head. Then your phone buzzes in your hand, and the feeling makes your heart jump to your throat, and your stomach sink all at once. You don’t immediately move your eyes to the screen—you can’t.

“Was that him?”

Now you look. SM. You nod.

you still want to see me?

You will see him again, and you’ll tell him exactly how you feel.

“What did he say?”

You turn your phone so Choonhee can read the message. She rolls her eyes.

“He sounds like a guy. I’m sorry I got you into this…but, you are going to see him again I assume.”

“Yeah, of course.”

***

It’s not until you’re in bed, hours later, that you open his text in an attempt to answer. But it might be better to do this in the morning, because sending one and waiting for his reply is going to keep you up all night. You stare anyway, trying to get your thoughts in order; your words, your feelings. Do you want him to know how you really feel now, or when you have him in front of you? Can you even get the right words out when he’s in front of you?

You open your notes app and begin working on a reply.

You know I want to see you, Seungmin. I’m trying to be patient and understanding, but it’s so hard when you’re on my mind every day. I hope you’re getting some rest, and I hope you’re doing well. And I hope I can see you before you leave again.

You fall asleep writing. And in the morning, there he is again. One text message sent at 5am.

I’m so sorry. I should have made time for you in October, but every time I wanted to ask you, I froze, I don’t know why, I have no excuse

For a moment, you think you accidentally sent the rough draft of your text in your sleep. You didn’t. This was just him, awake before dawn, finally giving you something sincere. Now you have to rethink your reply.

The typing notification pops up while you’re reading over his message again. Still awake at 6:45.

I remember you telling me you wake up at the same time every morning... Good morning

You feel like crying again. But not like yesterday.

“Good morning” is the best you can come up with this early. He’ll have to wait.

***

Seungmin falls asleep, eventually, but not comfortably.

He gets up from bed to clean himself up, change (he’s warm now, so he opts for less clothes), and hopefully he’ll still be a little bit tired by the time he hits the bed again. At 4:45am, his body decides he’s had enough. Now he’s awake, eyes still closed, bed far too warm. He throws off the blankets and flips onto his back.

Immediately, and not surprisingly, Seungmin’s thoughts turn to you. You’re sleeping soundly, he hopes, unlike him. He imagines you in the bed he’s never seen; curled up, tucked in. Maybe if he was there with you, he could sleep.

Every time he gets back home, he tries to push himself again, and he fails. He did it in October, and in September, right before his birthday. He knows he can’t keep doing this to you. He pulls out his phone and opens your message thread.

…I hope I get to see you again soon

Seungmin stops thinking and just types:

“I’m so sorry. I should have made time for you in October…”

He stops and reads it. October. He was busy with the album release, but if he looks back in his messages again, he can count the number of texts he sent on one hand. You sent just as many…well, one more than him. That last message he didn’t even reply to. You must have been fed up with him and his lack of communication. And you had every right to be.

“…but every time I wanted to ask you, I froze, I don’t know why, I have no excuse.”

This part is true. Seungmin is almost freezing again right now.

“I don’t know how to explain…”

Now he thinks.

“…how all of this is making me feel. Maybe I’m…”

Seungmin backspaces the last sentence before he even finishes it. And then he hits send.

At 6:45, he’s still wide awake. He remembers you telling him your alarm is always set for this time, so he sends one more message.

And you reply. He was right, you were awake. Just a good morning, though. He’s sure it’s far too early for you to deal with his wishy-washy bullshit.

***

When he doesn’t text again by lunch time, you decide he’s waited long enough. And you can’t waste time, really. He might not be in town for long. “I want to see you, and I will see you. Today, tomorrow, it doesn’t matter. But I need it to be soon. Neither of us are allowed to be nervous anymore.”

It’s better, you decide, than whatever you wrote last night.

He’s silent as you drift through the rest of the school day (you assume he’s having trouble thinking of a reply to that), and right as the class is gathering their things and leaving, another teacher sneaks in and approaches you. Then you realize it’s not a teacher, but you recognize her. She’s a secretary you’ve spoken to a few times before.

She nods to you and smiles. “I know you’re on your way out, but there’s a visitor for you, a parent who insisted I bring them right to you. It seemed important.”

You have very specific times for parent/teacher visits, and this is not one of them. And there is nobody else who would visit you. You’re confused. “Okay, send them in…I guess.”

You look down at your phone—you doubt it, but maybe you missed a text message or a call. No, nothing.

“Hello.”

The way his voice floats over to you almost knocks you out, and when you turn to meet his eyes, your throat refuses to let you release the air in your lungs.

“Your last text was very insistent. I know this probably is not the best approach…but I haven’t been doing a very good job of anything lately.”

Still you just stare at him, lost for words. You look around your classroom, then down at yourself. This is not how you wanted to see him again, but do you have any room to complain?

He takes a few steps toward you, “was this a bad idea?”

You manage to shake your head and swallow. And then you realize your legs still work, with some effort. Two steps later, your arms wrap around his waist, your face disappears in his sweatshirt, and you squeeze.

His tiny, relieved laugh is music to your ears, and then his hands slide across your back until he’s fully embraced you.

You keep him there for a long time, and he doesn’t protest or try to pull you away. When he does speak again, it’s a question.

“How was your day?”

You slowly release him, but making eye contact is a bit of a challenge. “It’s better now.” So you fall apart when he does show up; no strong words, no looks of disbelief at his absence. You knew this would happen.

“Where can I take you? Home? Or…anywhere you want.”

“Home is good.”

“Okay, there’s a ride waiting for us.” He moves his hands up and over your shoulders, and he rests them on either side of your neck. “I understand if you’re angry with me, and if you stay that way.”

“I am. I don’t want to be.”

Seungmin leans closer, and he moves painfully slow, but eventually he makes it to your mouth. His kiss is light and short, but he keeps going back to peck at your lips, over and over, until you open up and hold him there.

Finally, clear memories of Chicago fill you up. His scent and his touch pull you right back, and you hope he remembers it like you do.

***

It feels like your first date. A quiet car ride, a slow ride up the elevator, an awkward, unsure walk down the hallway to your apartment door. Then walking into your messy living room.

“Are you hungry? I can order something for us,” he says as he’s carefully removing his shoes. “And we can talk while we wait.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll make some coffee.”

Seungmin doesn’t follow you to the kitchen, like he’s done a few times before. Instead, he sits on the couch, situating himself so he can still see you. You try not to look at him as you work, but you fail, several times. He smiles every time your eyes meet, but it’s a sad smile. It’s not one you’re used to seeing.

“No small talk,” you tell him as you hand him his coffee. “I’ll lose my mind.”

“No small talk.” He nods.

“Where have you been?” You start, staring down at your mug. “Not physically, I know that already. I mean…in every other way.”

“Uhm—“ Seungmin thinks. His face twists a little, probably in confusion. “Where have I…”

“Mentally,” you can’t take your eyes off of him now. “Emotionally.”

“Oh, okay I understand.” He clears his throat, adjusts himself. “It’s been hard to keep my thoughts organized lately. It’s not just that I’ve been busy with work…I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m sorry.”

Seungmin shakes his head, “I could’ve fixed it, I’m sure. If I would’ve just talked about things with you a while ago, I probably would have slept easier.”

“I kept you up?”

“Yes. Well, thinking about you. I do think about you, all the time, even if I haven’t kept in touch. But I’ve been over complicating things, I think.”

“Talk to me now. Please.”

You think you can see his cheeks turning pink. His eyes are wide and shiny, but he’s unsure.

“I know, Seungmin…it is hard. It’s been hard for me, and I feel like it’s been a little more difficult for you. I kept everything to myself all this time, up until yesterday.”

He gives you another questioning look.

“Choonhee forced it out of me.”

He nods, sets his coffee down, and swings his legs up on the couch. Something about him making himself more comfortable puts you at ease. You remember him mentioning before that he felt relaxed being here, alone with you. I don’t feel any pressure here. You hope he still feels that way.

“Tell me what you told her.”

“She did most of the talking.”

“Then what did Choonhee tell you?”

“That you’re just a guy, and I shouldn’t let you get to me like this.”

Seungmin actually nods at that—but he’s not looking you in the eyes now, so maybe he’s just…thinking about it. Or maybe he’s agreeing. You don’t know where this is going yet.

“I am just a guy, she’s right. I don’t want to be just a guy, though. Not to you.”

“Oh…”

“I thought I knew what was going on when we were together in Chicago, and I thought I knew what I wanted. I’ve been thinking all this time that if this couldn’t be a normal, traditional relationship, you would not be happy, not satisfied. And you’d tell me you weren’t interested in me anymore. I thought you would tell me you couldn’t do it.”

You almost interject; tell him that’s never what you expected of him. You would never do that. Why didn’t you say that before? Instead, you used the hypothetical “if you weren’t who you are” question on him. You remain quiet, though, hoping he continues.

“…what I’ve been doing isn’t much better than what I’ve been afraid of. But you’re very smart, and I always knew that.”

You just smile at him, waiting for more.

“That’s why you were so worried when you found out who I was. You know this is much more complicated than that.” Seungmin goes quiet after that, relaxes against the arm of the couch. You’re on the opposite side, doing the same. You watch each other carefully , but nobody makes a move, and nobody starts to speak.

He’s biting his lip. Tapping his foot. It’s almost touching you, and you want to stretch your leg out until it does, but right as you tell your brain to do it, his leg slides back. He sits up and leans forward, falls to his knees, and crawls across the couch. Before you can squeak his name out, he’s straddling you, arms on either side of your waist. And then the full weight of his body is on you. Seungmin sets his head down gently against your chest and relaxes. You freeze for a few seconds. You have fallen asleep on this couch with him before, but this feels like much more.

He doesn’t say anything, not even when you set your hand on his head—rake your fingers through his hair, wrap your other arm around his shoulders. He sighs, though.

When it feels like you’re drifting off to sleep, he finally speaks. It’s muffled against your shirt. “You just want me, right?”

“What?”

“Even if nobody is allowed to know. And we can’t go out in public, and I have to pretend you don’t exist.”

“Seungmin, I know that we can’t have a normal relationship. Yes, I just want you…and to know that you want me.” You say the last part under your breath.

“I do.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I promise I’ll be better. And that I won’t be afraid to talk to you, and tell you too much.”

“You can tell me whatever you need to.”

“I don’t usually talk much…to anyone.”

It never occurred to you that he didn’t have someone to talk to when he was feeling down, or having a bad day. A bad week. He’s been bottling everything up, just like you have. Maybe for a very long time.

“You can talk to me about your bad days, Minnie, or when you can’t sleep. And about your good days. I would like to be that person.”

“Am I the reason you had a rough day yesterday? Have you had a lot of those?”

“Yeah, I have had a lot of bad days because I missed you.”

“You can tell me about your bad days, too. Even if they were bad because of me.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Seungmin laughs, and it shakes your whole body. “Good.”

***

The next morning is almost normal. Your alarm goes off at its regular time—6:45, and you’re tired, which is also normal. The room is chilly, and it’s so warm under the blankets that getting up is nearly impossible. An ordinary morning. The one thing that makes it different is that Seungmin is there when you open your eyes.

The alarm doesn’t even make him stir, but when you finally turn it off, he groans. “I’m sorry, go back to sleep.”

“Are you going to work?” He asks, eyes closed, voice raspy with sleep.

“No, not today. I found someone to cover for me.”

He smiles and reaches his arm toward you, and he feels blindly around where he thinks you might be. “Why are you so far away?”

You move closer and grab his arm, “I’m right here. Go back to sleep.”

“I’ll try.”

…

Sleep eventually finds both of you again. When you wake back up a few hours later, he’s still there, breathing deeply, melting into your bed. You need to get up, but you wait a little longer. You really don’t want to wake him right now.

When he eventually wakes up on his own, he’ll feel better.

You close your eyes. And again, you fall asleep.

…

Something warm against your forehead wakes you up for a third time. Your eyes open and all you see is skin; Seungmin’s neck, his shoulder. The collar of his shirt is loose enough that you can see the start of his chest.

You pull him closer and push your face into him. He smells good. He smells like sleep and sweat and whatever leftover cologne is still stuck to him from yesterday.

Part of you still wants to keep your guard up. He’ll be gone soon, and then you’ll have to wait and see if his confidence and trust in you remains, and if he’ll really feel comfortable telling you the things he doesn’t tell anyone else.

“I can start,” you say, face still in his chest. You move up toward his neck and set your lips against his skin.

“Start what?”

“After we were together last, in Chicago, and we didn’t…use a condom. I did get a morning after pill, and I took it.”

He pulls you away so he can look at you.

“My period came really late after that, so I thought it didn’t work. And I was really scared. But I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t tell you because we hadn’t talked very much that week, and you didn’t need that on your mind anyway.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that alone.”

“Everything turned out okay.”

“You can talk to me any time you need to, even if I’ve been quiet.”

You nod, and you really want to believe him.

“Too soon for babies.” He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear him. He has a little smirk on his face, but he’s avoiding eye contact and staring at the little bit of space between you.

“You want them?”

“Hm?” Now he makes eye contact, and his ears are slowly turning red. “Uhm…yes, I always have. Do you?”

Having kids isn’t something you’ve thought about much (aside from the scare you had in July), because you haven’t met anyone you would want to have kids with. Well, until now, because looking at Seungmin and the sweet smile on his face is making you want them immediately. But you know that’s not possible for him. “With the right person, yeah.”

“I’m sure someday I’ll be able to do that. Have the time to be there, for both of them. You and baby. I couldn’t be gone all the time and leave you alone.” He stops for a second. You wonder if he’s even hearing himself speak.

“…Seungmin?”

“It was my turn to tell you something personal.” He brings his hands up to his face and rubs his cheeks, then his eyes. “Just in case I’m the right person.”

The conversation feels like too much, too soon. But you like it. He’s only been open with you like this once before: on your second date, when he admitted to being worried you’d like his friends more than him. You thought that was silly then, and now…you’re not sure you could like anyone more than Seungmin.

“…and if I’m your right person.”

Seungmin smiles and hides his face in the pillow.

***

As the day goes on, you wonder how long he’ll be here with you. Every time he looks at a message on his phone, you assume that will be his cue to get going—to start saying goodbye. But he’s still here, and he seems content.

It was his idea to stay, and he insisted on making breakfast.

“What do you normally do on your days off?” is what he asked as you sat and ate.

So it’s been a regular day off, aside from the fact that Seungmin is also here with you…eating, cleaning, sorting laundry, watching tv, and eventually, catching up with schoolwork.

He sits down next to you on the couch when you open your binder and pull out a stack of papers. He watches quietly as you shuffle though them, putting the pages in order before you start to look them over properly.

He picks the next one up before you get to it. “How old are your students again?”

“They are eight…a few are nine.”

“I don’t remember my English classes being this complicated when I was…older than them.”

“You should see their math homework.”

“Oh, I was very good at math!”

“Yeah?” You look at him, give him your full attention. “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”

“Not even what’s on the internet?” Seungmin leans back against the couch, and pulls you with him.

“I’ve read a few things. But I’m sure you’re a lot more complicated than your fun facts.”

“I hope so.” He grabs you around the waist, “what were you good at in school?”

“English…” you laugh. “And I did pretty good in my German class, and history.”

“Do you speak German, too?” He’s holding you tight, head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’ve forgotten almost all of that.”

“Why did you come here, to Korea?

You turn yourself to look at him, disturbing his resting head. But he keeps his arms around you.

“So close to Samseong-Dong?”

“I felt like I needed to start over after I graduated college, and this seemed like the perfect way to do it. I actually almost went to Japan.”

“Why didn’t you? Where did you go to college?”

“Northwestern University. And I missed a deadline. Luckily, I already had applications submitted to a few different programs here and nearby.”

“And you chose here?”

Seungmin’s hands wander throughout the entire conversation, stopping when they reach just below where the hem of your shirt hits.

“They chose me.”

“That’s very lucky.” They slide underneath and up your back, “maybe we were meant to meet each other.”

“I’m not sure I believe in things like that.” You move yourself closer to him, until your face is inches from his.

“I don’t either, really. Fate, and soulmates. I’ve been called a…uhm, I don’t remember the English word. A negative person.”

“A pessimist?”

“Yes. Maybe sometimes I am, but…not always. I can be positive. I just like to be realistic.”

“A pragmatist.” You lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Mhm, both of those P words. I did get lucky, though.” He pushes forward, gently coaxing you to your back.

“Was it there before?” You ask. He’s hanging over you, studying your face. “Before Chicago, after I asked if you would date me?“

“Was what there? You mean, did I like you?”

“Yes, but…more than that. Or was it spending the night together?”

“It was before that. That’s why I wanted to spend the night with you.”

You nod, trying hard not to beam up at him. But his hands are on your sides, and his fingertips are moving so delicately over you, you can’t help but smile.

“When was it there for you?”

Your heart starts beating a little faster. You have no answer ready for him except the truth “When you gave me Pochacco.”

“On our first date? At the coffee shop?”

You throw your hands over your face and nod, “yeah, at the coffee shop.”

“I felt kind of silly giving him to you, I thought you would think it was silly, too.” He pulls your hands away so he can see your face again.

“It wasn’t.”

“So PuppyM wasn’t silly either?”

“No, I love him. And your denim jacket you left, that’s hanging on my bedpost. I love all of your gifts.”

“Oh, I forgot about that jacket!” Seungmin comes down and settles himself against you, face in your neck, hands wondering more.

“You can have it back, if you want.”

“No, you keep it. But I do need something of yours to keep with me.” His hands slide under your shirt and across your stomach. He tickles your side again, then stops when he reaches your hip. You’re surprised at his restraint.

“I’m sure I have something for you.” You set your hand over his and slide it up his arm. Then back down.

His fingers twitch and push under your shorts. As ready as you were, and as much as you wanted him to make that move, your breath still catches in your throat.

He props himself up with his other arm and looks at you. His fingers touch lightly over your underwear, taking his time, getting himself where he needs to be.

But you’re not taking your time. And it’s Seungmin touching you, so your body is already on fire. You push your hips up and push his hand harder against you.

His fingers slide up and sneak beneath the fabric. He moves slowly, and he’s watching you carefully, as if you might protest.

But of course you don’t. You grip his arm and slide your hand from his bicep down to his wrist, moving with him as his fingers slip inside of you.

“Am I doing okay?” He leans closer and whispers. He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling out and sliding back over your clit, making you choke on your answer.

You manage a shaky mhm and Seungmin giggles into your ear. His fingers stay put, making soft circles around you, keeping his touch as delicate as possible. Then he takes them off again, and he pushes back inside. The reach of is fingers is enough to hit just the right spot, and when you jump from the pressure, he does it again and again until he gets a moan out of you.

You lift your hips into his touch and pull him down for a kiss. Your grip on his arm tightens and he eases up, but barely. His mouth is working its way across your neck now, leaving you free to moan.

“Do you do this a lot?” He says as he nibbles across your ear and cheek. When he gets to your lips, he hangs above you and holds your gaze. His thumb slides over your clit again, like he wanted to remind you of what he was talking about.

“Uhh…hmm?” You slide your hand up and grab a handful of his hair. “Yes.” You laugh and knead your fingertips into his scalp—it makes his eyes roll back. He’s in your neck again, savoring his little massage.

“Do you think about me when you do it?” His question sends another wave of pleasure through you. His fingers slip inside again, pressing hard. His thumb is on your clit, wet and sliding easily and hitting everywhere you need it to. There’s hot, heavy breathing in your ear, and a sweet whisper, “do you think about me, hm?”

“Every time.” Your climax hits fast, and Seungmin knows he’s succeeded by the way you’re pulling at his hair.

He holds himself up just enough to watch you squirm beneath him. His touch softens even more as you start to relax, and when you stop and stare up at him, he comes down and kisses across your forehead and down the side of your face. He lets you catch your breath before moving to your lips.

“Really?” Seungmin blushes and tries to stifle his laugh in your neck.

You nod slowly, “that was…very good.”

“Thank you.”

“Too good, maybe.”

“I did some research.”

“You did not.” But when you think about it for a second, it does seem like something Seungmin would do. “Did you?”

“Just a little. In case I’d get to try it out on you someday.”

***

Seungmin looks carefully across your desk, touching the books stacked there, the loose sheets of composition paper, the notes and pencils. He sits in your chair and opens the drawer—inside are a few notebooks, all used and full. He shuffles things around a little, searching every inch.

Now he gets up and moves to your bookshelf. It’s more of a trinket shelf, though. Seungmin only runs his eyes over this until he catches sight of a snow globe. He picks that up and shakes it. Inside is the Chicago skyline.

He stares at it for a long moment, then returns it to his spot. His attention turns to you, on the bed.

You just smile at him. He keeps looking around.

The next stop is your bedside table. You sit up when he sits down on the edge of the bed, run your hand down his back. As soon as he opens it, he whispers an ooh, and reaches inside.

“What did you find?” You laugh.

“Me,” he holds up three photocards with his face on them.

You take them from him and fall back on the bed, “you”, and look deeply at paper Seungmin.

“Hey, I’m right here…” he pushes your hand away and bends down to kiss you. “Real me.”

The next thing pulled from the drawer is a journal. He looks it over, but doesn’t open it.

“That’s you, too.”

Seungmin points to it, and his head tilts, “this is me?”

“Yeah, almost every page.”

His face goes from confusion to understanding, and then it falls a little.

“You should add one more page.”

“I will.”

The journal goes back in, and then his fingers close around something small. When he pulls it out, it catches the light and throws a reflection across the room.

“Oh, I haven’t worn this since last time.” You sit up and Seungmin hands you the bracelet. It’s only a tiny gold chain, but at the very end of it is a star charm.

“This.” He says, and he watches as you unclasp it, wrap it around his wrist, and close it again.

***

An hour after Seungmin left your house the last time, he sent you a text that just said “I’m home”. That was a first, and it felt like a good omen. But only time would tell. He never really had a good start with keeping in touch.

But he also said goodnight. And then he said good morning. And sometimes he called just to tell you instead of texting.

Actually, this morning, almost two months later, he called early in the morning, when you were still asleep. You caught his name on the lock screen before you picked up, but you still lacked the energy for anything more than a groggy morning Min.

Luckily, he can make up in enthusiasm what you lack some days.

“I’m sorry, you’re still asleep,” he whispers.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just being lazy. What are you up to this morning?” You also caught sight of the time before answering: 10am, way too late for you to sleep in.

“Catching a flight home, from Thailand. Waiting around.” Now you can hear the sleep still lingering in his voice.

“Oh right. I forgot you were there…I did see some photos. You looked very handsome in your safety glasses.”

“Thank you,” he laughs. “I was calling to…uhm, say good morning, and also to see if you would be home tonight.”

“Minnie, I’m always home.”

“That’s true, but it would still be rude to just show up unannounced.”

“I give you permission to show up unannounced.”

“Can I have a key, too? Oh, that reminds me…uuh, well, actually I’ll just talk to you about it later.”

“Okay, don’t forget. And yes you can have a key.”

***

This is the first time you’re not nervous about Seungmin coming over. Well, not as nervous as you typically would be. You’re still a little on edge—a little worried about how you look and about how your food is going to taste. He didn’t mention anything about coming over hungry, but you’re taking the initiative anyway. If anything, he’ll have something to take home with him.

A soft knock at the door. You know his soft, steady knock, and you never have any other visitors, so it’s him. But for some reason you stand there stupidly, not moving, not saying anything, because you know it’s really him on the other side of your door.

Finally, after a few seconds, you take a breath. “It’s open.”

The door swings open.

“Hi,” Seungmin closes it quietly, takes off his shoes and looks at you from across the room. “It smells very good in here.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten so…”

“No, nothing since lunch.” He takes a few long strides toward you. Big blue sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, a big smile. “So I’m very hungry,” he embraces you and squeezes you tight against his chest. “How have you been?” He relaxes, but he doesn’t let you free.

“I’ve been okay...I’ve been good.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t visit around Christmas—oh!” He bends down and kisses you.

He kisses for a long time—long enough that you think you might end up in bed before you even eat dinner. But he slows down, and then releases you. “Happy new year! A little late.” He comes down again for one more kiss, and then makes his way to the kitchen. “What did you make? Something American? It smells like something American.”

“Yes. It’s very American.”

“Should we eat first, or talk?”

“I’m sure we can manage both.”

***

The two of you stare at each other from across your tiny kitchen table. Seungmin sips his tea. You just watch and wait, because this is his conversation.

“Do you want me to start? Something about you having a key to my apartment?”

“Ah, yeah. Yes, I should have a key, but I was thinking of a different apartment.”

“Oh, like yours? No, you don’t have an apartment. Or do you?” You lean a little closer, “secret apartment?”

“No, no secret apartment,” he laughs. “But I thought it would be nice if you lived closer. Closer to the city, and closer to me.”

“That would be nice, but I’m not sure something closer is in my budget.”

“I know,” Seungmin smiles—there’s always something so clever and knowing about his smile. “I figured you might say that. I could help.”

“You want to help me with rent? Expensive rent. That’s kind of serious.”

“I do! It is serious. I am serious.”

“You are?” You sit back in your chair and study his face. He’s still smiling and nodding at you.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for…almost two months. And I found somewhere I think would fit very well.”

“Closer to you?”

“Much closer. I could walk to you.”

You’re thinking, but you’re not really thinking. The obvious answer to this is yes, even though it’s hard to just come out and say it. The idea of someone else helping with rent, or helping with anything, is foreign to you. “I would like to be closer to you.”

Seungmin looks at his phone, pulls something up on it, and then slides it to you across the table. “How is something like this?”

You trust Seungmin’s taste and judgement, but you still want to look it over thoroughly. Distance, yes, but also the size, the layout. And you do not have enough windows in this apartment. You’d like more windows. If he’s as serious as he looks, it might as well be worth whatever money you’re both going to put into it.

“How about this one?” You pull up a different listing.

He looks it over, “still very close. Oh, two bedrooms. Maybe the extra space would be nice.”

“It is a little more, sorry (Seungmin shakes his head when you say that), but it has a bathtub instead of just a walk-in shower. And it’s own laundry.”

He laughs, “I could do my laundry faster if I bring it with me. And the kitchen is nicer.”

“I miss having a bathtub.” You hand him his phone back. “But are you sure this isn’t too much? I know you said you were serious—“

“I am…I want you to know that I’m very serious. I think this is a good way to show you. And it’s also very practical.”

“You seemed so unsure before. I just want you to be…good. I want both of us to be good.”

“I’m very good.”

“This is a little crazy, isn’t it? All of this.”

“Yes, it is. I’ll call about it tomorrow.”

“No, I can. Let me do that, at least.”

***

“Minnie?”

Mmhm?

You sat on the couch after dinner, and it didn’t take much time before he had you on your back. He lifts your shirt as far as this position will allow, letting his fingers dance over you—making you squirm a little from how soft his touch is. Forming the words you want to say is much harder than you thought. They’re dancing around in your head; you’re moving them back and forth, but every way it comes together feels like too much or not enough. Maybe right now just isn’t he time.

“What’s wrong?”

You pull your shorts down, open your legs for him, then shake your head. “Nothing.”

Seungmin reaches down and feels you, slips his fingers inside, then slowly pulls them back out. He smiles against your mouth and pushes in again, just to feel how wet you are. “Are we okay here…are you comfortable?” He asks sweetly. His fingers are still inside, moving delicately.

You nod, but suddenly you remember that you are not good, and you’re not ready. “Shit, no we’re not good. We need a condom this time.”

“Oh right, we should be safe. Tell me where they are,” he adjusts his sweatpants and very carefully lifts himself off of you.”

“In my black bag, under my bed.”

The contents of that bag are a mystery, but the condoms you bought back in Chicago, both boxes, have to be in there still. You listen as he slides it out and digs around. You’re not that bad at unpacking, but if it’s something you don’t use, you’re definitely going to forget about it under there forever.

When he comes back in, he has one in each hand.

“I’m….not sure which one is for me.” His voice seems a little dejected. He’s looking down at them as he approaches you.

“Oh Minnie, they were both for you. I bought these a while ago, when I didn’t know which would fit you better.”

“Oh,” he finally makes eyes contact again. His face softens a little. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“It’s okay, come here.” You spread your legs again and wait for him, “I’ll put it on for you.”

He crawls back onto the couch, settles between your legs, and opens both hands, palms up, in front of you. Seungmin looks like his mind is suddenly full. His eyes are big and soft. You take the right one and rip it open.

“Min, what’s on your mind?”

His hands are already on his sweatpants, pulling them down his hips.

“You are.”

You touch him, slide your fingertips down, and then back up. The condom goes on easily. “Does it feel okay?”

He nods and adjusts, makes himself comfortable, and lifts your legs until he has more room. He pushes in halfway, then leans over until you’re almost nose to nose.

“Minnie?”

“Hmm?” He sets his forehead against yours.

“There’s only you.”

“Just me?” He pushes his nose into yours, “only me?” Pecks at your lips.

“Just us.”

“Only us.” Seungmin pushes the rest of the way in, waits a moment, then begins to fuck you slowly and deeply, “you’re all mine.” He whispers in your ear as he drags his lips over it.

It takes you a second to pull yourself together. Each thrust sends you upward and knocks the breath out of you, but you manage a nod.

“Tell me,” he quickens his pace. The couch shakes the end table, and you can hear the clatter of things falling to the floor. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” It comes out shaky, and it’s not good enough for you. But Seungmin is still smiling. You try again. “I’m yours,” you grab the back of his neck and hold him still, “I only love you.” Your hand grabs hair and pulls—lips close on his before he has a chance to speak, but he sighs into the kiss. He slows down, and it feels like he’s melting into you more and more with each thrust. What little skin is exposed between the two of you slides together, damp with sweat, and Seungmin kisses every part of you he can get to in the position he’s in.nHe tries to get rid of your shirt, but he can’t stop, and he has to stop to make any progress—so you clumsily lift it, and your bra, until you’re free.

His hand slides up your ribs and his fingers graze over you, but for now he just watches how he’s making your body move under him. He seems hypnotized, but eventually he blinks, and then his eyes are fixed on yours again.

The room is quiet—no ambient noise from the tv, no music, nothing. The only sounds are the heavy breaths and soft moans you’re sharing. The condom is slowing him down, keeping him here much longer, and everything feels good in this position; good enough that you’d be satisfied staying like this as long he needs it. He made you come last time, and now you want to do the same for him.

You lift him off of you until you can see him better.

He looks you in the eyes again, satisfied and smiling. “You feel so good,” he’s back down again, mouth on your chest, kissing down until he can close his lips around your nipple. He licks and works his way back up, stopping at your throat and staying there, his warm breath hitting you. “You love me?”

Your heart jumps. It was already racing, but now you feel it everywhere. In your throat, your chest, your head. You don’t think you’ve ever told anyone that before; not so soon. It’s been a year, but tonight is only the sixth time you’ve seen him and touched him. Everything else has been texts, phone calls, video calls. It doesn’t matter. You said it because it felt right, and it still feels right. “Yes.”

Seungmin slows his pace. His exhales turns into a string of soft, dulcet moans. He lifts himself upright and holds your hips as he rolls into you. He comes quietly. You wouldn’t have even realized if you weren’t looking right him. The satisfied look on his face makes your stomach swirl. You watch Seungmin smile before your eyes close, and you can hear him whisper something to you while you’re coming down from your own high.

He pulls out and carefully brings your legs together.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything, love.” He sits you up next to him and pulls your t-shirt back over your head, “I was just…” he pulls you close, “nothing, it’s not important right now.”

“Will you stay here tonight?”

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

***

It’s been a long six weeks. You’re a little stressed out, but you’ve been holding yourself together very well, you think.

This apartment has been your only home for more than three years, so packing your things up and preparing to leave has been a little bit emotional. Almost everything is out of here and all that’s left are a few things you’re taking along on the last car ride.

Before this, everything was moving in slow motion and it was killing you. Now, it won’t slow down. You’re happy, and you’re grateful for everything that Seungmin has done for you…and it’s still sometimes hard to believe he’s doing it all just for you. But it’s so much all at once.

He told you he would stay tonight—your first night there. You haven’t received a text telling you otherwise, so you’re hoping he will be there when you arrive. You do have to remember that you’ll be there alone most of the time, though.

Some things will remain the same.

———

The elevator ride up is long, and you think back to you and Seungmin—your first date, bringing him home with you to your 5th floor apartment, thirty minutes out of the way, just to have him to yourself.

That was probably a good indication that he liked you. You just didn't realize it at the time.

You finally stop at the 17th floor.

The original apartment you looked at was unavailable when you called the next morning, so Seungmin insisted on taking everything into his own hands while you were at work. He knew what you were looking for, but he went overboard.

This apartment has the windows, the bathtub, and laundry room, but it also has double the space—and three bedrooms. When you asked what you were supposed to do with all of the extra room, Seungmin shrugged and said we’ll figure something out.

You don’t even own enough to fill up half of it. Everything that required any sort of muscle; the bed, the living room furniture, it all stayed behind. Most of the things in this apartment are new, or they will be new.

Before you have a chance to explore any further than the kitchen, you hear a very faint, soft knock on the door. You know it’s him and you run to open it, but he punches in a code on the doorknob, turns it, and peeks in before you get there.

“I tried to beat you here.” He smiles.

“You almost did.“

He closes the space between you and pulls you into a hug. “How was your day? Did the movers get everything here?”

“It was alright, and…I think so, but I haven’t gotten any further than this.”

“Just alright? I know it’s been a lot lately.”

“I’m better now that I’m here, and you’re here.” You take his face in your hands and squeeze his cheeks, “let me see, smile.”

Seungmin smiles widely and dramatically, and then bends down to kiss you. “How do I look?”

You pull him back for another one, “still handsome.”

He picks up the bags he walked in with and sets them on the kitchen chair. “I brought us dinner, and a few things to make you feel more at home.” Seungmin is pulling the food out of the bag, piece by piece. “So you didn’t see the bedroom yet?”

“Not yet, why?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “we’ll see it later.”

“What did you bring me?”

“Oh, let’s see!” He starts digging in the other bag.

You watch as he carefully places an assortment of things along side the food. There’s a candle, two candles, a small picture frame, but you can’t see the photo from where you’re standing. A stuffed dog. Another stuffed dog. One of them is Pochacco, the other is a mystery, but he does look familiar.

“That’s all for now but I do have more stuff to bring.”

“Well, we have plenty of space to fill.”

He beams at you, grabs one of the stuffed dogs, and pulls you against him. “This wasn’t mine, but I have one just like it.”

“I like him, he looks like you.”

Seungmin laughs and looks at Daengmo, “yes, he kind of does.”

———

When the sun goes down, and you’re both full and relaxing, you begin to feel even more nostalgic for the conversations you had and the memories you made with him at your old place, on your old couch. You have to work on new memories now.

He’s facing you on the new couch, eyes closed, slow, steady breaths. The flicker of the tv is hitting his face, making his cheek and the soft brown of his hair glow.

Very slowly, you reach your foot out and touch his.

Seungmin’s eyes open, and he gives you a sleepy smile, “how was dinner?”

“Good.” You sit up and move closer to him, “we should go to bed while you’re still sleepy.”

He groans and shrugs his shoulders.

“We gotta go see the bedroom, remember?” You grab his hand and pull a little, and he immediately gives in.

The bedroom is warm and cozy, like it’s already been lived in. You know Seungmin came in at some point and made it this way; the curtains are pulled, the soft amber lights are clicked on, and one of the candles he brought is lit on the bedside table. Both of the stuffed dogs he brought, and your PuppyM, are already laying on top of the pillows.

The bed is made, but not too made. The blankets are loose and fluffed up, ready to crawl into.

“How does it look?” He sounds a little more awake now.

“It looks perfect, come on.”

He shakes his head, “If we don’t brush our teeth now, we will never get back up to do it.” He smiles and kisses you softly.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

———

The lights are off, the candle is out. Seungmin is facing you in bed.

“Are you awake? Did you lose your sleepy?”

“A little.”

He scoots closer until his arm can drape over you. The bedroom is bigger, and the bed is bigger, too. You’re sharing one side just to be close to each other.

“It will come back soon.”

You set your forehead against his chest and feel it move steadily with each breath. It's quiet for a long time, and now sleep is really escaping you. You should be able to relax like this; you’ve shared a bed with him a few times before, and you haven’t slept as well since. And you’re tired—too tired. Maybe too exhausted for sleep.

You wonder if he’s awake, or if he’s quiet because he thinks you’ve finally drifted off.

You run your hand gently over his arm, waiting for a reaction. At first, he doesn’t make a move or a sound, but when you slide your hand back up, he moves his leg against yours.

“Can’t sleep?” He whispers

“Did I wake you?”

“You didn’t.”

“Then no, I can’t sleep.” You prop yourself up on one arm and look down at him. It’s dark, but you can just make out the details of his face.

He flips onto his back and pulls the covers away. “Are you uncomfortable?” Seungmin asks and places his hand on your cheek. He’s warm, his eyes are warm. His mouth parts slowly and turns into a smile. It’s a tired smile. “New bed.”

“New everything.”

“Except for me.”

Your hand closes around his, then you turn your head to place a kiss on the inside of his wrist. “Thank you for being here. I know you’re on a tight schedule.”

Seungmin pulls you down on top of him. His face is in your neck, kissing playfully and lazily, but the way his hands are exploring you is anything but lazy.

“You’re cold,” he stops, wraps his arms around your waist, and holds you there. “You need to be warmed up.”

You get your hands underneath his shirt, “you’re warm enough for both of us.”

“I can share.”

“Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Yes, I would love that,” he laughs softly and disappears in your neck again.

The stupid question bounces around in your head. His warm lips on you are starting to make your head fuzzy, and you wonder if you should just forget it. But now he’ll get it out of you somehow.

“Will you sing for me?”

He pulls back to look at you. Seungmin’s face lights up. It could light up the entire room. “You want me to sing for you?” If he was sleepy at all before, he’s not now. You’ve managed to wake him the rest of the way with a simple, stupid, request. But it wasn’t stupid at all.

“I always have, it just never seemed like a good time.”

“Right now? Should I sing now? Maybe it’s too quiet, and the walls might not be very thick.”

“In the morning?”

He nods, “yes, I’ll sing for you in the morning. What should I sing?”

“Surprise me.”

“We talked about singing together before, remember?”

“I remember,” you wrap around him and pull the covers back up in an attempt to get him sleepy again. “But I’d rather just hear you.”

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