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[alreadyblondenow]

Virgin as you can be | Lee Taeyong (TEASER)

✦ Taeyong x Female Reader

✦ Smut, filthy, fluff and Angst. Mature College AU

✦ 1/2 Taeyong Smut Series: I found you

Summary: More than friends but less than lovers. Taeyong meets you, a virgin, through an online dating app and offered you a once in a lifetime opportunity. An opportunity to have fun and enjoy your last year in college differently. Knowing that you’re a virgin, Taeyong plans on keeping it that way for as long as he wanted to. He’s taking his sweet time until he finally takes your virginity.

Warnings: This is pure fiction, this is the filthiest most smuttiest fic I’ve ever written, foreplay galore, use of sex toys like vibrator and dildo, mentions of pills, the reader will someday use pills in the story, oral sex, nipple play, oil massage, mentions of alcohol.

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He has been counting the days until he can see you again and spend time with you again. You are the only person in his mind, thinking about what you’re doing every second of the day. He misses you, but he can��t put it into words. He tries to compose a message, but ends up deleting it until he’s already busy again… and he never got the chance to send the text.

“Dude, just finish the fashion week then spend time with her again” Johnny says, as someone who’s been in a long distance relationship.

“So this is what long distance—“ Taeyong did not finish his sentence.

“you two are in a relationship?” Johnny confirms, surprised at what Taeyong said. Jaehyun was all ears too while he’s on the chair for his hair and makeup.

“No” Taeyong defends. His voice automatically surrounded the room. “Were not in a relationship— were just having fun” Taeyong explains while he fixes his Loewe outfit that’s perfect already.

The fashion week is the busiest for Taeyong, you know this because Taeyong is a famous Loewe ambassador outside school… but oh you wish he could tell you that he’s busy, that he’s not available, that he’d call you back… but he never did. What do you expect?

You’re not his, and he’s not yours.

“So are you coming tonight?” Your friend asks you with a smirk. She doesn’t know about Taeyong, no one does. “Let’s go meet some boys???” She asks again.

This is a good opportunity to help yourself. Help yourself to forget the person who made you feel good in all the right places with just a single touch. An opportunity to forget someone who’s beyond perfect.

And you can’t have him.

Reality hits you.

“Yeah. I’ll come with you guys” you answered your friend with the most uninterested tone.

The night continued to be loud and wild, a perfect setting to forget about Taeyong even just for a few hours. You just wanted to stop missing him and his touch because you’re about to get crazy about him. It’s not that you’ve fallen in love with him already, it’s the feeling that he made you experience. Every secret. Every kiss, every touch. Everything in between… you became addicted to receiving it.

Shot by shot you drink everything until you blacked out and dozed off on the bar table. Your friends are clueless with how to bring you home because they’re drunk and wasted too. But suddenly you received a call.

A call that you’ve been waiting for weeks.

A call that will rescue you in your drunken state.

“Hi! This is not Y/n… but whoever you are. Can you pick her up at 127 bar? She’s drunk and so am I byeee….”

Taeyong was speechless over the phone while listening to your friend. But even so, he hurried himself and drove straight to 127 bar. Even though he’s tired, even though all he wanted to do is sleep… he chose to pick you up. Blushing on his way, excited to finally see you.

When he arrived you were the only one left sleeping at the bar, Taeyong was quick to cover you with his jacket and carefully walked you towards his car. Holding you close to him, not giving a fuck about anyone who sees him holding you. ‘Let them talk’ he thought. Right now he just wanted to keep you safe and drive you home.

It’s not that you weren’t aware that Taeyong is the one holding you right now, in fact, your embrace tightened when you smelled his expensive perfume. You knew it was Taeyong. But you were just so drunk that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. All you could say is ‘I want to be with you’ and slept through the entire car ride.

The next day, the familiar broad shoulders of Taeyong is the first thing you saw the moment you opened your eyes. He was sleeping soundly, while holding your hand. You have the most space of his bed, while he was the one squeezing himself on the side. You felt sorry and pulled him gently, careful not to wake him up but you failed. He greeted you with sweet smile. The one that makes every girl in school crazy for him. But this time, you’re the only one seeing this beautiful smile first thing in the morning.

“Hi,” he started and pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead and feeling his heartbeat against his bare chest. This is the first time you see him bare like this even though you’ve done crazy things already. And you can’t help yourself to look at every tattoo he has, tracing it with your fingertips, leaving you speechless.

“Did you have a good time last night?” he added.

You feel like you needed to apologize so you told him the truth, about what you felt when he was away. About the things that keeps you awake at night, the worries you keep on thinking, “I just thought I lost you and… I will never see you again just because you didn’t like…what I did, the last time we spent together” you were talking about the blowjob that you gave him. You faintly remember how he looked so frustrated that time.

Taeyong let out a cute laugh, looking so angelic under this morning light. His hand is perfectly wrapped around you. “I can’t believe you’re stressing yourself with the things that aren’t true. I was just busy at work but during those times, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you… I miss you” he explains.

You were once again speechless because of his honesty and feelings.

“Let’s just forget the time that we weren’t together and pick up where we left off? What do you say?” He says as if he’s suggesting to do something.

Of course he is.

And you’re up for it.

“What do you have in mind?” You said, smiling.

“It involves my tongue… on your cunt,” he whispered seductively beside your ear. Feeling his lips on your neck, trailing kisses until he reaches your lips, “and your legs getting weaker by the second” he added and showed you how much he misses you through his kisses and you see Taeyong’s smile clear as the day, a sign that you didn’t lose him at all.

You feel his hands roam on your body, putting his hand inside your sweat pants, his fingers were cold but you didn’t care. You still remember the first time his hand was inside your panties for the first time and how his fingers felt so good against your wet cunt. It felt like yesterday you thought to yourself… And today, he will once again become your first time.

“Can you go in all fours?” He requests while he kisses you deeply. Of course you comply to his request, you love how every time you feel his presence behind you and in between your legs, you have no idea what’s coming next. You’re always clueless about his next move. He did mentioned that there will be oral sex again, but knowing Taeyong… he will not go right into it… he likes to take his sweet time and play.

He started with something you’re familiar with. His touch and kisses. He spreads kisses on your back, hands gently massage you from behind. Removing your sleepwear and making you moan from time to time with every teasing and touch he does. It’s relaxing but a different kind of relaxing, you feel tingles in between your legs, you feel wetter by the second and his very touch turns you on.

Slowly you feel his hands trail up from your waist, until he reaches the sides of your boobs which are damn sensitive. It makes you weak whenever he touches you on these parts, swirling his fingers on the sides of your boobs and cupping it both hands in the softest way possible to make your nipples hard and sensitive.

“Do you like it?” Taeyong asks then left a kiss on your lower back. You can only answer with a soft moan.

He did the same things again and again and again until your whole body is sensitive and your nipples are hard as fuck from his teasing. Until he proceeds to the main event without a warning. From behind, he licked your wet panties and teased your wet pussy with his tongue and fingers. Moving up and down slowly, tickling your cunt with his fingertips softly.

Even that thin barrier between Taeyong’s tongue and your cunt feels good you thought. And when Taeyong was done playing, he removed your panties in swift move, spreading your legs good for your own benefit. Without any warning he started with a few good licks that took your breath away. So this is what it feels like being licked by the cunt. It made you nervous, it gave you a tingly effect, it made you want to close your legs, at made you want more.

“Good?” He asked, you nod.

For the second time, you’re now on your back, enjoying the comfort of Taeyong’s soft bed. But now it wasn’t just Taeyong’s tongue making you feel good, his lips were involved this time. It was like he was kissing your cunt with tongue, a wet kiss that felt like your pussy juices won’t stop flowing because Taeyong is doing such a great job. Licking you up and down, licking your clit while reaching for your hard nipples and pinching it. By that, you earned your first orgasm through Taeyong’s tongue.

But he was not yet done.

Using his fingers, he spread your pussy lips and started licking aggressively. Pushing his head towards you more, feeling his nose on your pussy. This time you really couldn’t stop yourself and try to close your legs, calling Taeyong’s name as you moan how good he’s making you feel. Soon you hit another high. He was right, it will make your legs weak.

Others girls would last long, but you don’t. And that’s what Taeyong love about you.

He crawled up to you, comfortable in the position in between your legs while waiting for you to come down from your high. He loves seeing you like this. Horny and ruined all because of him. “Calm down, breathe” he giggles and started kissing your boobs. Sucking and kneading them as he waits for you.

“How can I breathe if you constantly take my breath away?” You asked with a flirty look, the man in front of you couldn’t resist himself and kissed you hard. Asking for another round in an instant. You feel his hard cock inside his sweat pants and you instantly feel bad because you can’t do something in return for him.

Of course Taeyong can see right through you, so he reached for your hand, kissed it before he puts it inside his sweat pants, your eyes went big with what he did. Clearly remembering the last time you touched him and gave him head for the first time.

“I wasn’t frustrated that time,” he moans as he enjoys every stroke you give on his clothed hard cock. “I was frustrated at myself because I couldn’t fuck you that time… but I loved everything you did last time. That pretty mouth if yours sure do know how to make me crazy for more” he says and kissed you to prove what he was saying.

Now that everything is clear and you worried for nothing, you wanted to make it up to him. With bravery, you put your hand inside his boxer briefs and tightened the grip around his hard cock, he already knew what to do of course. He closed is eyes and thrusted hard, moving his hips and fucking your hand. Pretending and imagining that its your hole. You spread kisses in Taeyong’s neck, licking his hard nipples while his imagination runs wild until he cums on your hand and making a mess. Nobody cared. You were both really horny and craving for more.

After a few rounds of fooling around, you and Taeyong spent the whole day kissing, giggling and watching movies in his room. Never leaving each other’s touch.

“When will you take me home?” You asked softly while your eyes were both closed. Enjoying his dimmed room and just basking in each other’s presence.

“I really hate watching you leave” he says, pulling you closer to him and tightening his embrace.

“Have you ever been in love?”

You suddenly asked. The words just came out of your mouth.

You knew a lot of things about him but you’ve never asked him something so personal. You feel like you’ve done something wrong again…

“I’m sorry—“ you apologize.

“Don’t be. It’s just that… I don’t know the answer. But I do know that love is complicated and I don’t like complicated things. Complications ruins things”

You nod and changed the subject.

“How about, first sex?”

“It’s boring. The third one was better” he smirked.

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Missing.

prompt: She fell first, he fell harder

req? yes. Anon, I hope you like this!! I made a few changes from your req, I hope it's okay

Minho stared at his phone, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face as the sinking feeling in his chest deepened. He swiped through the familiar messages, rereading the ones you had sent just before leaving for your hometown, as if your words could somehow fill the emptiness that had settled in his apartment. Four hours—just four measly hours since you’d left, and already it felt like something was missing, like a piece of the world had shifted out of place. He had shrugged it off at first, convincing himself it was just the sudden change of routine. You always filled the space with your energy, your laughter bouncing off the walls, your presence making the apartment feel alive. Now, the silence was deafening.

His fingers hovered over the call button, but he stopped himself, feeling strangely embarrassed by how much he wanted to hear your voice. But as he lowered his phone, that nagging feeling in his chest only grew. Minho sighed, stepping over to the window and leaning against the cool glass. Outside, the rain had started to fall, soft and steady, the droplets sliding down the window like tears.

He watched them, his mind drifting to you. Had you remembered to take your umbrella? He wasn’t sure. You were always so careless when it came to things like that. He could easily picture you standing in the rain, a playful grin on your face, arms stretched wide as if you could catch every single drop. You loved the rain in a way that was almost childlike—running out into it without a care, twirling around as if the storm belonged to you. The memory made him smile, but that smile quickly faded as worry crept in. You were prone to catching colds, always sniffling and bundled up after a day spent in the rain, and the thought of you getting sick while he wasn’t there to fuss over you gnawed at him.

Minho rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the uneasy feeling. It’s not like you hadn’t gone home before. You’d been apart plenty of times, but this time... it felt different. Maybe it was the way you had hugged him goodbye—soft, lingering, almost hesitant. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been catching himself thinking about you more and more lately, in ways he hadn’t expected. He glanced down at his phone again, tempted to text you, but he hesitated, not wanting to seem clingy.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, but even as he said the words, he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts running through his mind. What if you hadn’t eaten yet? You always forgot to eat when you got busy. What if you were feeling lonely, too? Should he just call?

He shook his head, grabbed his keys, and decided to head to the store. If he was going to be stuck missing you, he might as well be productive, right? Maybe picking up a few groceries would distract him, even though the thought of you still lingered in the back of his mind. As he walked through the aisles, idly throwing things into the cart, his feet came to a sudden stop in front of the strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Minho stared at the neatly packaged box. You loved those—he couldn’t even count the number of times he’d caught you sneaking one when you thought he wasn’t looking, grinning mischievously as if you’d just pulled off a masterful heist. The memory brought a soft smile to his lips. Without hesitation, he reached out and picked up a box, cradling it carefully in his hand as if it were something precious.

“Just in case she comes by earlier,” he mumbled to himself, though the moment the words left his lips, he realized how ridiculous they sounded. You weren’t coming home for days, and yet, here he was, buying your favorite treat like you might just walk through the door any minute. He stared at the box in his hand, shaking his head in quiet disbelief at how much you had managed to wrap yourself around his thoughts.

Still, he placed the box in the cart, a small part of him not wanting to let go of the idea that you’d be back soon, that you’d come home early, maybe soaked from the rain, grinning like always, and reach for the strawberries with that familiar glint in your eyes.

The cashier raised an eyebrow as he placed the strawberries on the counter, but Minho ignored the look, paying for his groceries without a word. He grabbed the bag and stepped outside, only to be greeted by the sight of rain pouring harder than before, the steady drizzle having turned into a full-blown downpour.

Minho paused, standing under the awning, his eyes fixed on the sky as the rain fell in heavy sheets. His hand instinctively tightened around the grocery bag, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Hope you don’t catch a cold,” he muttered under his breath, as if the words could somehow reach you wherever you were. He didn’t know why, but the thought of you getting sick out there—without him there to nag you about it—made his chest tighten in a way that felt unfamiliar.

He started walking, his shoes splashing through puddles as he made his way back home. The rain drenched him almost instantly, but he didn’t care. His mind was still on you, on the little things you did, the way your laughter filled the apartment, the warmth of your presence.

By the time he reached his door, Minho was soaked through, his hair dripping as he stepped inside, shaking off the rain. He set the groceries down on the counter and, for a moment, just stood there in the quiet, the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. His eyes flickered to the strawberries sitting in the bag, and a small, rueful smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m pathetic” he whispered to himself, though there was no real conviction behind the words. Because deep down, he knew the truth—he missed you more than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

The absence felt heavier than Minho had expected. Normally, he’d be fine—used to his own space, his own rhythm, comfortable with the quiet. After all, the two of you weren’t official. Just... whatever this was. He couldn't quite define it, even after all this time. You’d confessed to him seven months ago, putting your heart on the line, and despite his uncertainty, he’d agreed to give it a chance. At the time, he didn’t feel the same way. He remembered how he had stood there, somewhat awkward, offering a hesitant smile when you bared your feelings. He wasn't sure what it was that made him say yes—maybe curiosity, maybe not wanting to let you down. He told himself it was no big deal; relationships had never been something he sought out, so what harm could it do?

But now, standing in his quiet apartment, the weight of your absence pressing down on him, Minho realized it had been more than just a casual decision. Somehow, in those seven months, you had become a part of his life in ways he hadn’t even noticed. And the fact that you weren’t here, that he couldn't just turn around and hear your voice or see you sitting on the couch, was hitting him harder than he’d ever anticipated.

It made no sense. Why was he like this? He had always been so self-assured, so independent, even a bit distant. That’s how he’d always been in relationships—cool, detached, keeping his emotions at arm’s length. But now, something had shifted.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, the sound of the rain outside echoing the growing confusion in his mind. This wasn’t just about the rain, or the strawberries, or whether or not you had your umbrella. It was about you—the way your laugh could break through the most frustrating of days, the way your presence filled up the empty spaces in his life without him even realizing it. You’d wormed your way into his heart, slowly, quietly, and now that you were gone, even for a little while, the apartment felt like a void.

Minho leaned back against the counter, staring at the groceries he’d bought and feeling foolish for thinking he could distract himself with errands. He had convinced himself for months that he could keep his feelings in check, that he wasn’t falling for you—not really. He was just getting used to you being around, that was all. But now, standing here alone, the truth was staring him in the face, undeniable and clear.

He missed you more than he could handle. And maybe, just maybe, that meant he had fallen for you much harder than he ever intended.

Minho found himself sitting by the window, his forehead resting against the cool glass as he stared out at the relentless rain, waiting for his phone to buzz. The hours ticked by painfully slow, each minute dragging on longer than the last. He kept glancing at his screen, willing a message to come through—just a quick text from you saying you made it home safely, or even a photo of something silly from your trip, anything to remind him that you were okay.

But the phone stayed silent.

The longer he waited, the harder it became to ignore the growing knot in his stomach. He told himself he was overreacting, that there was no reason to feel like this. You were probably just busy with family, caught up in conversations, or maybe your phone had died. It wasn’t like you were ignoring him, right? But as the minutes turned into hours, his mind started to spiral, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if you hadn’t made it home? What if something happened to you in the rain?

Unable to bear the worry any longer, Minho grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, landing on Chan’s name. He hesitated for a second before hitting call. He didn’t know why he was doing this—Chan wasn’t going to have any answers—but he needed to talk to someone before he drove himself crazy.

When Chan picked up, Minho immediately launched into his rambling, words tumbling out faster than he could control. He told Chan about how you hadn’t texted him back, about how quiet the apartment felt without you, and how stupid it was that he couldn’t stop worrying about the rain. He was trying to convince himself that it was normal to miss you this much—right?

Chan, always the one to cut through the nonsense, listened patiently before letting out a soft chuckle. “Dude, you’re stupid.”

Minho frowned. “What? No, it’s not like that.”

“Then why are you freaking out like it is?”

Minho opened his mouth to argue but found himself at a loss for words. Why was he freaking out? This wasn’t like him. He never got this worked up over anything, let alone a girl. He had always been calm, collected, the guy who didn’t get attached too quickly. So why did it feel like the world was out of balance just because you hadn’t texted him back?

“You miss her,” Chan added with a knowing tone, “and not just in a ‘friend’ way. Just talk to her, make it official already.”

Minho’s frown deepened. “What? No, it’s not—” he tried again, but Chan cut him off.

“Minho, you’re over here obsessing about her catching a cold. If that’s not something a guy in love would do, I don’t know what is.”

He scoffed, trying to brush it off as Chan’s words echoed in his mind. After a few more minutes of light-hearted teasing, Minho hung up the call, tossing his phone onto the couch. But he couldn’t shake what Chan had said.

The seed had been planted.

Why was he freaking out so much? You were just visiting your family. You’d text him back soon. Right?

But as more hours passed, Minho’s worry only grew. He sent another message, then another—short, casual texts that he hoped didn’t seem too frantic. "Hey, you good?" "Hope you made it okay." But each time he looked at his phone, there was still nothing.

His stomach twisted, mind spiraling into those worst-case scenarios again. What if something had happened to you? What if you’d slipped in the rain or gotten into an accident? What if you were hurt and he had no way of knowing? He stood up, pacing the room, running his hands through his hair as his thoughts grew more frantic with each passing minute.

Minho clenched his phone tighter, staring at the screen like it held the answer to all his questions. Should he go over there just to check? He knew it was irrational, but the fear gnawing at his chest was becoming impossible to ignore.

No. He couldn’t wait anymore. The longer he sat there, the more the silence gnawed at him, twisting his worry into something unbearable. Grabbing his bag without a second thought, Minho bolted out of his apartment, heart pounding as he headed straight for the train station. His feet carried him as if they had a mind of their own, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, just in case you texted. But there was nothing—no message, no missed call.

Before he knew it, he was sitting on the train to your hometown, the rhythmic clattering of the tracks doing nothing to calm his nerves. His mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last, and he felt increasingly foolish for panicking like this. What if you were just busy with your family? What if your phone really had died? But even as these thoughts tried to rationalize his behavior, that nagging feeling wouldn’t leave. He needed to see you, to know you were okay.

Halfway through the journey, Minho’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He snatched it up, half-hoping it was you, but saw Changbin’s name flashing on the screen instead.

"Hey," Minho answered, his voice a bit strained.

"Yo, what’s up with you? Chan told me you’re freaking out over a girl," Changbin teased, his tone lighthearted but laced with curiosity.

Minho sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. "It's not—" he started, but then he stopped himself. He didn’t even know how to explain what he was feeling. "I don’t know, man. I just... something feels off. She hasn’t texted me, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m on a train to her hometown right now."

"Wait, what? You're going to see her?" Changbin’s surprise was clear through the phone.

"Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't just sit there anymore. I needed to see her, make sure everything’s fine."

There was a pause on the other end before Changbin spoke again, a bit more serious this time. "Bro, you don’t just do that for someone you don’t care about. Maybe Chan’s right—maybe you need to stop pretending this is casual..."

Minho's eyes lingered on the window, watching the train pass by those pink-leafed trees you adored so much. You used to gush about how beautiful they were, how they reminded you of something magical, like a fairytale scene. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you twirling under those trees, arms outstretched, just like you did in the rain. His mind drifted, far away from Changbin's voice on the phone.

There was a long pause before Changbin’s laugh suddenly broke through. “Dude, are you in love?”

The question hit Minho harder than expected, making him freeze. His breath caught in his throat as the words echoed in his mind, weaving their way through his thoughts. Was that it? Was that why he was sitting here, racing toward your hometown, heart pounding like he was on the edge of a cliff? Love?

His hands clenched around his phone as he thought about you—really thought about you. Your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed, how you'd lean in close when you spoke, like every word was meant just for him. The way your presence lit up his apartment, filled the silence with warmth and energy.

Suddenly, Minho wasn’t listening to Changbin anymore. His world had felt wrong ever since you left, like it was missing its center, and now, he knew why.

Love.

The word felt foreign and familiar all at once. His chest tightened as he thought about all the little moments that had led him here, sitting on this train, desperate to see you. The way you’d brush your hair behind your ear, only for it to fall right back in front of your face, and how he’d always feel the urge to reach out and tuck it back for you. The mornings where you’d bring him a cup of coffee with a shy smile, and he’d wonder if you knew how much those simple gestures meant to him. You made his world feel lighter, like everything made sense when you were near.

"Yeah…" Minho whispered to himself, the word slipping out before he could even process it. Love. That’s what this was. That’s why he couldn’t sit still, why the thought of not hearing from you was unbearable. He wasn’t just missing you—he was missing something far deeper, something he had been too stubborn to admit until now. He missed the way you made him feel whole, like you were a piece of his life that he didn’t realize he needed until it was gone.

He glanced down at his phone, heart hammering in his chest, realising that Changbin had cut the call long ago. Without thinking, he typed out another message, his fingers shaking slightly as they hovered over the screen.

“I miss you. More than I thought I would.”

He stared at the message, unsure if it would reach you, if you’d even see it. But somehow, saying it out loud—admitting it, even in a text—felt like a weight lifting off his chest.

His lips curled into a small, incredulous smile as he leaned back in his seat. Love. The realization left him breathless, but it also brought him a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in hours. He didn’t know what you’d say when you saw him, but he knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t going to lose you. Not now. Not when he finally understood just how much you meant to him.

"God knows the world needs an angel like you," he muttered to himself, chuckling softly as he watched the landscape blur by. "At least, my world does."

*

As you took a sip of your drink, your mother suddenly broke the silence with a question that made you pause.

“So, are you seeing someone?” she asked casually, but there was a hint of curiosity in her tone.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing down at your plate. “I’m kinda…courting someone,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm slightly at the admission.

Your father, sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow. “Courting? Does this guy even like you?” His tone was laced with disapproval, the protective fatherly instinct kicking in.

You sighed softly, already anticipating this kind of reaction. “I don’t know… I think so. He agreed to give it a chance, and I’ve been trying,” you explained, though your father’s skeptical look didn’t ease.

Before he could say anything else, your sister chimed in, leaning forward with a curious grin. “Are you guys touchy? Like, do you hold hands, kiss, anything like that?”

You shook your head with a small laugh. “No, not really. He’s kind of reserved. We mostly side hug.”

Your sister frowned at that, a playful but concerned look crossing her face. “Side hugs? Maybe he doesn’t like you,” she teased, though there was a hint of genuine worry in her voice.

You shrugged off the comment, trying not to let it bother you. “It’s fine. He’s just not that kind of person.”

The conversation shifted after that, but the weight of your sister’s words lingered in your mind. What if Minho really didn’t like you the way you liked him? You pushed the thought aside, determined not to dwell on it, and later in the day, your family decided to go fishing for dinner.

You joined them, laughing as you helped set up near the water. But in the middle of the trip, as you reached for your phone to check the time, it slipped from your grasp and tumbled straight into the water with a soft plop.

Panic immediately set in as you and your family scrambled to retrieve it, but by the time you fished it out, the damage was done. The phone wouldn’t turn on, and your mother, ever the problem solver, quickly suggested putting it in rice.

“It’ll be fine by tomorrow,” she reassured you as she tucked it into a bowl of rice, but you couldn’t shake the worry that was gnawing at you. You hadn’t seen any messages from Minho before your phone fell, and now, you were completely cut off from him for the rest of the night.

you sat by the shore, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The fishing trip had started off with the usual fun, but now all you could think about was your phone—your only link to Minho. You knew he wasn’t the type to blow up your phone with messages, but something told you he might’ve reached out by now. Maybe. Hopefully.

Your mind wandered back to lunch, to the conversation with your family that had left you feeling uneasy. The teasing from your sister, your father’s disapproving tone—it all stirred up doubts that you’d been trying to bury. What if Minho didn’t like you the way you liked him? What if all this effort, these seven months of trying to show him how much you cared, weren’t enough to change his heart?

You threw a pebble into the water, watching the ripples expand outward. The uncertainty weighed heavy on you, making your stomach twist in knots. A part of you wanted to believe in what you had with Minho, in the quiet moments between you, the shared glances and smiles. But another part couldn’t help but question whether it was one-sided. He’d never given you any grand gestures or confessions, just the small moments. And while those were meaningful to you, were they enough for him?

Your mother’s voice called out from behind, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Honey, stop worrying. The phone will be fine by tomorrow,” she said with a gentle smile. But she didn’t know the real reason for your unease.

As you sat there, staring at the horizon, you wondered what Minho was doing. Was he thinking about you too? Did he miss you? even a little? The idea seemed so far-fetched at times, given how distant he could be. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through you when you thought of him.

The evening passed slowly, your family’s laughter fading into the background as your thoughts remained with Minho. As night fell and the stars began to twinkle overhead, you found yourself staring up at the sky, hoping that somehow, despite the distance, Minho was looking at the same stars, thinking of you. Maybe, just maybe, he was missing you too.

The train ride was long and restless. The rhythmic clattering of the wheels over the tracks should have lulled him into some semblance of peace, but Minho’s thoughts were a whirlwind. Every passing town, every blurred landscape outside the window, only intensified his anticipation. He had been overthinking, imagining what he’d say when he saw you again—if you’d even want to see him after all this time. But none of it mattered now. He was finally here.

When the train pulled into the station, the rain had just begun to lighten, turning into a soft drizzle that misted the air. He quickly hailed a taxi, his pulse racing as they drove through roads toward your home. His heart leaped into his throat when the cab finally pulled up at the gate of your house. And there you were, standing by a bonfire with your family, laughing, trying—and from the looks of it, failing—to cook fish. The smoke billowed around you, chaotic and wild, but somehow it was perfect.

It was so you.

For a moment, Minho just stood there, frozen in place. His chest tightened with emotion, his eyes lingering on the scene in front of him. You looked happy, content. And as much as he tried to tell himself that was enough, the burning need to be with you—to be close to you—overwhelmed him. He didn’t wait a second longer.

Without a word, Minho threw open the taxi door, letting his bags drop haphazardly at the gate. His feet moved on their own, propelling him toward you as fast as they could. The world around him faded away—the drizzle, the chilly wind, the astonished faces of your family watching in confusion as he ran. None of it mattered. Only you did.

You barely had a chance to react before he reached you. In one swift motion, Minho scooped you up into his arms, pulling you into a rib-crushing hug that left you breathless. He lifted you off the ground as though you weighed nothing, holding you close as if you might slip away if he let go even for a second.

“Minho?” Your voice was small, stunned, as you clung to him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. It was like a dream—a dream you hadn’t dared to believe in.

But he was here. He was really here.

Your family, on the other hand, was frozen in shock. Your father’s brow furrowed as he took in the sight of the two of you, his protective instincts immediately flaring. “This man,” he started slowly, voice tinged with disbelief, “I suppose, is the boyfriend you’ve been courting?”

Still pressed against Minho’s chest, you could only nod, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Your sister’s jaw dropped, her eyes flicking between you and Minho in sheer disbelief. “Wait, this is the guy you’ve been talking about? The one who’s ‘not touchy’?” She raised her eyebrows and smirked, barely able to contain her laughter. “Not touchy, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

But Minho didn’t care about any of it. The teasing, the prying questions—they barely registered in his mind. All he could focus on was the way you felt in his arms, solid and real. He buried his face in your hair, his voice muffled and low as he whispered, “I just missed you too much.”

You felt the warmth of his breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His words hung in the air, laden with all the unspoken feelings he had carried with him. He wasn’t usually one to be this open, this vulnerable. But now, there was no holding back.

Your family, however, didn’t seem quite ready to let the moment pass. Your mother exchanged a knowing glance with your father, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I think we’ve all seen enough to confirm that someone’s feelings are more than just ‘casual’,” she said with a grin, nudging your father playfully.

Your father, arms crossed and lips pressed into a tight line, finally let out a resigned sigh. “As long as he treats you well,” he muttered, though there was no real venom in his words. He shot Minho a warning look but couldn’t completely hide the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Your sister wasn’t done teasing. “So...side hugs, huh? What happened to that?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, clearly enjoying the shift in your relationship dynamic. “Looks like someone finally figured out what they were missing.”

You blushed, a mix of embarrassment and happiness coursing through you, but Minho didn’t let go. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze soft yet intense. His hands rested firmly on your waist, and for a brief second, the world seemed to slow down. The rain had stopped completely now, leaving the air thick with the smell of wet earth and smoke from the bonfire. The glow of the fire flickered in his eyes as he looked at you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

And he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear. Finally.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Minho confessed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The second you left, everything felt wrong. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you weren’t there.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but they were the good kind—the kind that came with relief, with finally hearing the words you had been longing for. “I missed you too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

Your family, finally decided to give you some space. Your mother, ever the sentimental one, pulled your father away by the arm. “Let’s leave them to it,” she said softly, though her tone held a note of satisfaction. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, smiling warmly.

Your father grumbled something incoherent under his breath but followed your mother’s lead. Your sister shot you a wink before sauntering off. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased with a grin, her voice fading as she disappeared into the house.

Finally, it was just you and Minho, standing by the dying flames of the bonfire. The air was thick , and for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

Minho cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, the words hanging heavy between you. It wasn’t a grand declaration—it was quiet, simple, but it was the truth.

You smiled, your heart soaring. “I love you too.”

Without hesitation, Minho leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slid down to hold yours. The fire crackled beside you, casting a warm glow over both of your faces as you stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence. In the distance, you could still hear the faint laughter of your family, but it felt distant—like it belonged to another world entirely.

Right now, it was just you and Minho.

Nothing else mattered.

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Hihi!!

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I wanted to request for the 100 followers celebration if that's still open?

So if it's possible, can you do a FWB chenle with 11,13 and 15

Angst with a possible happy ending?

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pairing. fem!reader x fwb!chenle | genre. suggestive, angst | wc. 1.2k | warnings. mdni, reader is toxic and manipulative

Chenle wasn't a liar. He believed in white lies and the omission of words rather than outright lying. He despised liars and couldn't stand pathological liars or manipulators, but call it fate or irony that the biggest manipulator and liar he ever met was you, his everything.

He lied when Jeno asked if something was wrong. He betrayed himself when he replied, "No, I'm good." The way he gripped that red plastic cup so tight that his knuckles turned white, his lips quivering with anger, face slightly red not due to the alcohol but because of the rage he felt, eyes darkened staring at you, jaw tightened gave him out.

Jeno knew he wasn't good but didn't press on the topic further as he figured out the reason for his discomfort... you. It was the way you were being a little too cozy with Sungchan in the corner of the room, Sungchan's lips leaving kisses along your neck, and how you smiled and laughed at his worst pick-up lines, relishing in his touch.

The whole universe knew about Chenle's crush on you. Anyone would, with the way he looked at you longingly, and not to mention the times he had already confessed his feelings for you, only to be rejected twice. But did that stop him from loving you? No.

Sungchan was just a phase, just like Jisung or Eunseok. You were with a different man every month, but the only constant man was Chenle, by your side as long as you could remember. This made him never give up his feelings for you, hoping that maybe one day you could see him the way he sees you.

Your relationships with all these guys didn't last long, not because of Chenle's presence hindering your love life but because you got bored of them. Sticking to one person wasn't enough; you needed a new partner once the honeymoon phase was over.

But the only person you never got bored of was Chenle. You would seek comfort and solace in him after every breakup or sometimes to satisfy your burning desires when your current boyfriend couldn't. And sometimes it was him who would reach out, when his jealousy got the best of him, like today.

"Lele, what are you doing?" you whispered, trying to get out of his arms around your waist. "What do you think?" he murmured, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck, just over where Sungchan's lips had been, as if erasing his scent and replacing it with his own.

He had pulled you into this secluded hallway when you excused yourself to use the restroom. The moment he saw you getting out of Sungchan's arms, he took the opportunity to get you in his, reminding you whose touch was capable of making you feel ecstatic.

"Anyone can walk in on us here," you protested. His grip on your waist tightened as he slowly moved your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck, mumbling, "So? It'll get exciting." You felt his smirk against your skin. "We could get caught!" The sternness in your voice made him pull you flush against his chest as he whispered above your ear, "Then they'll know who's better."

Everyone knew about Chenle's feelings for you, but no one was aware of this friends-with-benefits relationship. People spoke of it with skepticism, while sitting on the cafeteria table, along the lines of "Rumor has it Chenle and Y/N are fooling around. Isn't she dating Sungchan? Nah, she's with Eunseok. Dude she's with a new man every week."

"What if Sungchan sees us?" he sucked in a sharp breath before muttering, "I don't care. He doesn't matter." You sighed, knowing this conversation wasn't ending the way you wanted. "He's my boyfriend, Lele. He might break up with me." His left arm remained around your waist while his right hand moved along your sides, sliding up slowly under your dress.

"None of that matters now." He nibbled on your ear, letting out a chuckle. "Not everything is a joke, Chenle." Having enough of your fake protests, he pushed you inside the room down the hallway, pinning you against the wall."Don't act like you're not turned on by my touch or don't get off secretly to my thoughts of how good I fuck you."

His fingers gently pressed into your cheeks as he grabbed your chin to meet your gaze. Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss you deeply and passionately.

He pressed his body against yours, his hands running over your curves as he bit your bottom lip slightly, seeking entrance. You let out a small gasp when you felt his fingers sliding up your dress and tugging at the waistband of your underwear. He deepened the kiss the moment you gasped, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

"If Sungchan catches us, it'll be over between us," you managed to speak when he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jawline to your neck, sucking and nibbling there. "I'm here for you. Come to me like you always do," he mumbled against your skin, slowly removing the strap of your dress, exposing your shoulder. "You promised me, Chenle, what we do will not harm my relationship with others," you moaned when he bit down on your neck, then licked over it as if to soothe the pain. "Don't worry, he won't notice."

It felt like you were losing control over him, as if he decided to take authority over you, and this was something you couldn't let happen. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you made him look at you. "Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong?" you asked gently, kissing him softly on the corner of his lips.

As if on cue, his demeanor changed and his grip on you loosened a bit. He held your hands, which were on his cheeks, and rested his forehead on yours, saying, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just..." He pulled back to look at you with yearning and passion as he continued, "All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them."

Your fingers gently weaved through his hair as you pulled him in for a hug. He was quick to hug you back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, arms encircling your waist. "They can never have what you do, baby. They'll never have me screaming their name while they pleasure me. Only you have seen me that vulnerable. Never compare yourself with them."

A voice in Chenle's mind warned him about your lies, but he was so much in love with you that he ignored everything that told him to resist your manipulations. "I'll text Sungchan that I was feeling unwell, so I left with you, okay? While you take me here on this very bed... all yours, Chenle," you whispered before kissing him again.

By letting him have you there and giving in to his desires, you once again made sure Chenle was nothing but a pawn you could use anytime you wished. You ensured Chenle wouldn't try to assert his dominance over you again and ruin your current relationship with Sungchan, and that his ego wasn't hurt. You made sure Chenle would never leave you and would always be there for you.

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“I don’t want to not tell you that anymore.”

jeonghan x reader genre: fluff; angst word count: 4.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here is the long overdue part 2 of “I know, but don’t say it.” It’s been a few weeks since the events of “I know, but don’t say it” and Jeonghan has been doing some thinking and is ready to take some action. I know 4,000 words is a bit long but I hope it’s worth the read. Thanks for waiting for this, thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy :))  

p.s. In this fic you can decide for yourself if you want Jeonghan to be an idol or not- I mention that he travels for work and has busy schedules but I never explicitly state what he does so it’s up to you! <3 

Heart beating twice as fast as when you walked into the corner store, your eyes studied the brightly packaged snack foods that lined the checkout lane. You had a strategy, or a plan, rather: if you stared into the varieties of gum and treats with deep interest instead of looking forward in the direction of him then he simply wouldn’t notice you.

Isn’t it strange how someone can be so familiar in one environment, and with a change in setting they can suddenly become so foreign? Like seeing your teacher inside a café when you’re thirteen years old, the distance from the classroom making it feel as though you’ve never actually met this person.

Inside the walls of your apartment, between your bedsheets, you knew Jeonghan very well. Deeply. Intimately. You even knew him at gatherings amongst your mutual friends. That was where you met, after all; friends of friends. As much as you wanted to know him in every environment, the nature of your relationship simply didn’t allow for that. He didn’t allow for that.

Just last week he watched fondly as you made grilled cheese for you both and served it on your old Mickey Mouse shaped plates, which Jeonghan didn’t miss the opportunity to poke fun at. “I’ve had them since I was a kid, you jerk,” you had defended yourself through an amused smile. And yet, spotting him two people ahead of you in the checkout line was so unfamiliar it felt as though you two could be strangers. Your heart was aching with anxiety, and perhaps with longing that you weren’t ready to address. Questions ran through your mind as you scrambled to figure out how to handle the predicament, and you wished there was some sort of handbook for navigating a very public run in with your friend with benefits. What was the protocol for running into your fuck buddy out in the wild?

And why was it so nerve wracking to see him like this? Was it simply the unfamiliarity? Or was it seeing him live the life you weren’t part of? Of course you knew he lived a whole life outside your apartment walls. Every time he left, he shut the door behind him, effectively shutting you out of his world. Seeing him now gave you a glimpse of that world; perfectly mundane and real. Suddenly, there he was, charming as ever as he flashed a sweet smile at the cashier. You were jealous that someone else got his public smiles.

Despite your attempt to avert your eyes in hopes he wouldn’t notice you, pulling your gaze away from Jeonghan turned out to be quite the challenge. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, considering you couldn’t help but observe him as he dozed off against your pillows each night he came over. He was beautiful and enigmatic, making him an attractive and enticing mystery that you were always trying to figure out. You peered over the person in front of you and watched as he placed his card back inside the wallet sleeve. Such a mundane action but you were fascinated by the movements of his fingers. Your focus was so fixed on his hands and delicate wrists that you didn’t notice Jeonghan looking down the line casually. Glancing back up at his face, you found his eyes on you as realization hit his features before you could divert your attention elsewhere. Your jaw dropped open slightly as his eyes widened with surprise. You wondered if he was also confused as to how to handle the situation.

It was him, after all, keeping you separate from these moments of his life. It was complex because he made it so. Jeonghan had been betrayed in the past, and with his frequent trips abroad for work and his busy schedules even when he was home, he was resistant to committing. Those were the excuses he used, at least. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t questioned whether he was just avoidant of committing to you, specifically.

As you both stared at each other, a small part of you hoped he’d wave your way quickly before exiting the store. A bigger part of yourself called that smaller part of you a fucking liar because if he left without addressing you, you’d be crushed. A faint smile appeared on his mouth as he waved cutely at you. You nodded your head at him coolly, biting back a smile that had to have been beyond obvious judging from the way he chuckled at you.

Instead of leaving the store with his single bag, he backed away without pulling his gaze from you and crossed his arms over his abdomen and just… waited. He waited for the person ahead of you to finish buying their items, and when it was your turn to check out, Jeonghan shrugged at you as if to say, what are the chances? And then he stepped toward you slowly, a small smile curving on his lips once more.

“Well hello,” he whispered to you, leaning toward your ear as though the greeting was a secret. There was an edge of familiarity in his voice, despite the unfamiliar circumstance, your clandestine affair clashing under the grocery store’s fluorescent lights.

“Hi,” you smiled, a bit awkwardly, still unsure how to handle the situation. However, he didn’t seem to carry the same nervousness, the man reaching for a couple of your bags. “No, no, that’s ok, I can carry them,” you tried to refuse his help.

Jeonghan sighed before speaking your name with a smile, amusement in his breath. Smirking at him, you pulled a few of your bags off the counter. “I’m stronger than I look,” you teased, an attempt to find some comfortability. Eyes scanning his delicate features, you found yourself suppressing your desire to kiss the man like you wanted to. Like he was very much not a stranger, because he wasn’t.

“You don’t look so weak,” he tilted his head in a flirty manner, his eyes traveling along your stature as he flashed you a cheeky smile. It was the kind of smile that said, I’ve kissed up and down those arms, and suddenly you were transported back to being in your bed last week, the last time you saw him, when he did just that. It was before he got up to make you both grilled cheese sandwiches, and he was lying next to you, trailing his lips along your upper arm, complimenting how beautiful you were, his eyes heavy with sleep. The way he watched you made it seem as though he was lost in the memory too, and you wondered if he wanted to kiss you in this store too. This man, a non-stranger despite the unlabeled relationship, knows you—even in the new setting. “Just let me help anyway.”

“Fine,” you relented, nervously watching him as he scooped the groceries up and you both started leaving the store. Together. “So, this is unexpected, huh?”

“I was thinking more like a pleasant surprise,” he grinned. “I like seeing you out like this.”

Stealing a glance at him, you found him watching you with a small smile on his face as you walked down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment. He had a key to your door, you thought. Yet you were being so awkward. “What, at the grocery store?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in question.

“Outside those four walls,” he spoke quietly through a smirk. Your lips twitched slightly, despite your fight to keep the smile off your face, but you were sure he noticed anyway. There was a piece of you who found his comments so cruel, so careless, as though he was either oblivious of your feelings (which was doubtful-or really, impossible) or he simply didn’t care about toying with them. He used to be cautious, watching his words, holding certain feelings back. You used to wish he would stop being so controlled, but now you were realizing that Jeonghan speaking and acting more freely was a double-edged sword. “If I had known you needed some groceries I would have picked them up on my way over.”

“Oh, so you were on your way over?” You questioned with a scoff, but not without obvious amusement. “This is news to me.”  

“I could have been,” he smiled mischievously. Speaking with Jeonghan sometimes was like communicating through riddles. There was often a second meaning to the things he said, and you were left trying to decipher them. “Or we could have gone shopping together.” So careless.

As you walked the short distance to your apartment, you allowed your mind to conjure up a scenario in which you were shopping with Jeonghan. You could picture him grabbing an extra container of ramen with the justification of, “I know you get hungry late at night.” Jeonghan knew these things about you.

You chose not to respond to Jeonghan’s comment. The idea of doing normal mundane things with him was exciting to you, as well as painful when you remembered that the terms of your situationship didn’t include picking out fruit together. You didn’t want to let him in on either of those feelings.

“Are you going to carry those bags all the way up to my apartment?” You asked him when you arrived outside the complex.

“Of course, I’m a gentleman,” he told you, flashing a flirty grin.

“That’s not the first word I’d use to describe you,” you teased him, watching as he widened his eyes playfully.

“Whoah, are you finally loosening up?” He asked, his voice light with surprise as he poked fun at the tense and awkward demeanor you sported since spotting each other in the market.

“No,” you said stubbornly, “But I can get this. Really,” you nodded at the bags.

“Hey, just let me help you,” he said more seriously. “It’s the least I can do,” he added, and you felt it was another one of those double-meaning comments.

“Your key or mine?” Jeonghan teased you when you approached your front door, making you shoot him a glare as the metal jingled in your hand.

“That’s strictly for when I don’t want to get out of bed to come let you in,” you joked as you pushed your door open and stepped inside, Jeonghan giggling as he followed behind you.

Setting your gaze on him as you both kicked off your shoes, you exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling much more relaxed. As though any remaining anxiety over your surprise run in with the man melted from your frame the moment you entered the familiar space. This was how you knew Jeonghan. You knew how to handle him here.

He lifted his eyes from the floor and caught you staring at him, though before he could question you on it, you nodded at the bags in his hand. “You can just bring those in here,” you told him, starting toward the kitchen.

When he set the bags down on the counter, he instantly began sifting through them, pulling out items and navigating your kitchen to put them away. The various snacks went in the cupboard next to the refrigerator, and when you opened your mouth to tell them, you quickly closed it again because he already knew. Of course he did. He knew this kitchen.

“Hey, you shouldn’t have bought these,” he held up the package of cookies before placing it into the shelf.

Smiling at it, you raised your eyebrows in an accusatory way. “But you finished them all last week.”

“Exactly,” he giggled cutely. “That’s why I bought them for you.” Jeonghan reached into his own grocery bag and pulled out the same cookies.

“Oh,” you grinned, walking over to him and grabbing the package out of his hands. “Now we have extras.” We. A slip of the tongue. But at the same time, there was a we. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop yourself from grouping the both of you together as a unit.

The carelessness that had developed between you both over the past several hangouts was only complicating things further, and your relief from entering the apartment started being replaced by irritation. We statements, buying snack foods for each other, flirty whispers in public, the spare apartment keys, the near confession of truth while tangled up in sheets a few weeks ago; it was all becoming too much. You wanted it all. And the more you got it, the harder it was to watch him leave again.

Jeonghan lifted his hand and settled it on your hip. The touch, despite being welcome, fuck it was so welcome, seared into your skin and shot a pain to your heart. You wanted more from him. And you didn’t know how long you could keep yourself from asking for it. Once you did that, asked for it, you would either get everything you’d been wanting or you’d have to walk away from all of this. The course of your relationship would hit a fork, leading to two different fates.

“Hannie,” you sighed, glancing down at his forearm, trailing your eyes toward his hand that was gripping your hip and pulling you closer. “What are you doing in my neighborhood?”

“I told you,” he spoke gently.

“You were coming to see me?” You clarified, doubtfully. “Be for real.”

“I was actually,” he told you as his tone became much more earnest and serious. “I wanted to talk.” Your gaze scanned his features, studying, trying to figure out his expression. “The cookies were my excuse.”

Scoffing, you shrugged at him in frustration. At him for coming over like this. At yourself for feeling happy about it. You were annoyed by his lack of commitment because this thing between you both could be so great if only he’d let it be. “What are we doing?” You asked, helpless as your shoulders slumped slightly.

“We’re talking,” he told you, his eyes full of emotion and concern at your crumbling stature.

“No, you know what I mean,” you corrected, taking a step back so his hand fell slack against his side. “Look, I know you don’t trust easily, I know that commitment is scary-” you paused for fear that the tears stinging your eyes would slip down your cheeks. “Your hurt from the past isn’t my doing.”

“I know that,” he acknowledged somberly.

“But you’ve been holding it against me,” you told him sadly. “I know you were hurt, I know it was awful and I’m so sorry that happened to you, but you’re letting someone else’s actions hurt both of us now.” His ex had been unfaithful while Jeonghan was away in another country, his busy work schedules keeping him away for too long. Its effect on Jeonghan manifested in a resistance to commit, but it wasn’t simply because he was scared of being hurt again. Jeonghan was away and busy more often than the average person due to the circumstances of his job, and he believed this to be a killer in relationships. During one of your first nights together, he had admitted that he didn’t think it was fair for him to dedicate himself to others because his partner would ultimately deserve more than he was able to provide. “I can’t really give enough. And if someone is willing to tolerate my life and put up with all the time apart, then they’re probably too good for me,” he had told you early on in your affair. The comment had broken your heart then, and it only became more heartbreaking the closer you got to him. He deserved someone to choose him. And you were trying to.

“I know,” he again accepted his fault, almost too easily. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, but I can’t carry your past on my back like that anymore,” you shook your head, feeling the first tear fall onto the apple of your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, watching as Jeonghan took a step forward before stopping himself. “I can’t. Not if you’re not going to give me access to your present and future.”

“I don’t want you to carry it,” he shook his head, his frustration with himself coming through in the way he tensed his jaw. “I-” he sighed, giving up on his words as he stared at you, disappointment in himself taking over his gaze.

“Seeing you today- it struck me that you have a whole life that I’m not a part of.” Your bottom lip trembled as you spoke, more tears gathering on your lash line. “And then you say that shit about going to the store together and how am I supposed to hear that and then not want it? I want the responsibilities with you, I want the routines, I want the mundane-”

“I want it too,” he blurted out, panic overtaking his features, the words knocking the air from your lungs. The reality of losing you, and of losing him came crashing into your minds, resulting in a moment of long overdue honesty. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for doing this to us for so long.”

Shaking your head in frustration, Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak again, desperation written in his voice and his rounded eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“We deserve better than this,” you told him sternly, a quiver in your voice. “What she did shouldn’t keep us from being happy, Hannie.”

Jeonghan took another step forward, tentative as he watched how you responded to him. When you didn’t back away, he came a bit closer so he was standing directly in front of you within arms length.

“I can’t take back the way I’ve been treating you,” he frowned. “But I need you to believe me when I say I want you to have my present and future.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” you interrupted, giving him one last chance to back out and take it all back. You couldn’t hear these words from him if they weren’t sincere.

“I mean it,” he assured you, his eyes staring deep into yours as he tried to relay his candor. He reached his hand out for yours, waiting for an ok for him to take it. Was it ok?

“Wanting something and allowing yourself to have it are different things,” you pointed out, Jeonghan nodding quickly as though he knew what you meant. Glancing down at his hand, you sighed before pushing yours forward slightly and letting your fingers brush against his own. He quickly wrapped your digits up with his own.

“I came over here to talk to you,” he circled back to the intent behind his trip to your apartment. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to say for the past week, or really month, and- can I just get this out?” You took a beat, your eyes roaming over his face before you nodded. He sighed in relief, gathering his composure a bit by standing up taller and broadening his shoulders. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this rashly. It’s not spur of the moment, I’ve been feeling this way for a long time and I apologize for the time it’s taken me to get to this point,” he started, your eyes pulling into a focused stare.

“I love you,” he said simply, his voice light but serious. Those three words, the ones you both had felt but left unspoken for far too long, sent a jolt of shock and electricity through your body. Your heart picked up speed as you stared into his pretty features, so stunning and striking. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t, and I don’t want to not tell you that anymore. That night we were in bed, a few weeks ago, I wanted to tell you so fucking bad, angel. I want to say what I feel towards you.”

“Jeonghan,” you whispered, the man shaking his head.

“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time.” You felt another tear slide down your cheek and Jeonghan squeezed your hand in response before a humorless laugh escaped his lips. “I came here intending to tell you this before any tears fell but-”

“You love me.” You finally spoke, the air returning to your lungs. His confession wasn’t news to you. You had both been in love for the better portion of your affair, but hearing the words leave his mouth marked something special. A possible new phase in your relationship. One where you both could take the risk and love each other openly, and finally commit to each other. You had met the split in the road, and he was choosing the path where a future for you and him together existed.

“I love you,” he said again, as though he couldn’t get enough of saying it now that he finally spoke them. You wondered if the words tasted like he had been sucking on a sugar cube, coating his tongue with sweetness.

“So- wait- fuck, I-” you stuttered, your thoughts floating aimlessly in your mind, being replaced with feelings of love. “What do you want then, Jeonghan?” You finally got out, searching his expression for hints that this was really happening and it wasn’t some fucked up dream.

“So much,” he gave a single breathy laugh, brushing his thumb over the side of your hand. “But really, so little. I want to walk through this door and be able to tell you I love you. I want to sleep in that bed with you for an entire night instead of leaving like an idiot. I want to kiss you when we leave for work in the morning. I want a little drawer in your bathroom and bedroom for my stuff, and I know you have a lot of shit but I want it anyway,” he interjected, a smile finally cracking through your expression as you shook your head at him in fond disbelief. “And I want the same for your things at my place. I want to go grocery shopping with you and I want to meet each other’s families, I want to tell our friends about us. I want to call you when I’m on the road and tell you I miss you, because I love you. And it sucks being away from the ones you love.”

“You’re rambling,” you giggled, lifting your hand that wasn’t held by his toward him, only to discover the cookies were still in your grasp. Rolling your eyes at the package, you set it down on the counter.

“I want to eat those with you too,” he added, nodding at the package as he wore a sweet smile.

“Are you going to allow yourself to have these things though? Like, really?” You questioned him. You wanted to believe him. And you would if he let you. You’d take his word as truth, he just had to speak them and act.

“Yes. I want you, and I want us together,” he told you. “I’m in,” he let out a breath of disbelief that he finally said it, and relief because he finally said it. “And I hope you are too.”

“Ok,” you simply said, hiding the absolute glee you felt in favor of seeing that glare overtake his features. You smiled at him as he shook his head playfully at you.  

“Ok?” He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “That’s it?”

“Well I’m not going to deny you of what you want,” you beamed, watching as Jeonghan’s smirk morphed into a happy grin despite the scoff escaping his lips.

“Angel, don’t play with me right now.”

“But it’s so fun,” you whispered teasingly as he tugged you toward him. Your hand finally raised to cradle his jaw and guided his face to yours, kissing him hard. You’d kissed Jeonghan many times since, but this meeting was something different. Electricity zipped through your frame, making you push yourself further against him until there was no room left between you both. His lips worked against yours with fervor, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moaned against his mouth. And yet, the smiles you both wore made it difficult to keep up your pace, both of you too happy to conceal it.

All too soon, he pulled away with quickened breath.  “Do you want all of that too?” He whispered against your lips, both of your mouths, once again, forming into grins against each other’s.

“You know I do,” you replied genuinely. “I love you, Hannie.”

“Say it again,” he grinned, his lips just barely grazing over yours, his eyelids fluttering open as he pulled away to peer at your features.

Sighing jokingly, your hand slid to the back of his neck to toy with the strands of hair that rested against his skin. “I love you,” you told him again with a soft smile. “And I want you, and I want us.”

[bts-0t-7]

Winter Wonderland | KTH

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader 

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

WC: 2861

You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years. 

Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet. 

The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas. 

This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start. 

Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings. 

It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him. 

On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform. 

“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something. 

Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”

Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.

Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat. 

Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face. 

He was playful once. 

And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going. 

You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.

So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot. 

You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day. 

Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.

As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.

The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement. 

Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one. 

The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights. 

Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before. 

“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.

“Ah - In the kitchen!”

When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth. 

Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up. 

“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest. 

Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter. 

“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”

You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it. 

“I’m okay, just… happy.”

Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible. 

Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked. 

As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear. 

You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”

“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room. 

You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table. 

“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created. 

His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.” 

“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together. 

That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness. 

“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”

“But -”

Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”

You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.

But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday. 

The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house. 

As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs. 

“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”

Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth. 

Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’. 

So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.

To be a kid again. 

To show you the love he has for you. 

But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this. 

Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels. 

“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky. 

You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box. 

No. Way.

“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you. 

Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring. 

“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”

Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -

It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie. 

The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say. 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”

The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss. 

You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget. 

You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent. 

Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”

“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”

Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”

Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”

“But hyung -”

“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”

The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up. 

“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.” 

Taehyung whipped around. 

Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation. 

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. 

[shokopan]

3:15  .  K. TSUKISHIMA

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader -  cw: cursing genre: fluff

note: reader has hair at a length that tsukishima can play w/, but hair texture isn’t explicitly stated

also hi sorry for ghosting u all for so long but i’m alive and here’s an old fic :D

“aren’t you supposed to be a tsundere?”

“huh? where’d you get that from, idiot?” tsukishima scoffs, setting his book on the nightstand by his bed before peering down at you.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, head laying on his lap as you continue scrolling through your phone with a knowing smile, “i don’t know, you just look like you’re supposed to be a tsundere. Like how you always hiding how you actually feel under all that snarky remarks,”

tsukishima lets out a faint snort as he listens to you speak, carefully brushing strands of hair from your face with feather-light touches. he coils the lock around his finger before untangling the strand, watching it fall and join the pool of hair splayed near your head. you smile softly, tossing your phone aside and stretching your arms up to cup his face. he obliges, resting his chin gently on the palms of your hand as you continue, “like you always call me idiot, but look at you right now, kei. you’re so fucking soft,”

hearing this, his ears heat up, face turning a brilliant rouge as he instantly retracts and retorts, “no i’m not,”

“yeah, you are,” you laugh, flopping your now empty hands onto your sides as he sighs and repositions your palms for him sit his chin back on them. he rolls his eyes as you let out another string of laughter, “kei, you’re so soft, you can’t tell me otherwise after what you just did,”

“i just didn’t want to see that stupid pout again,” he grumbles, shifting his face so that his cheek was resting against the smooth of your hand and facing away from you. tsukishima sighs, sensing the smug grin on your face without even needing to catch as he reluctantly pivots back to meet your gentle gaze with a halfhearted roll of his eyes before averting them, “but fine, maybe i am soft, or a tsundere, or whatever the fuck,”

“but does it really matter? i love you and you know that,” he whispers, clasping his fingers around your wrist and moving it away as he tips down to place a delicate kiss on your lips, successfully leaving you stunned.

[stayandot8]

Under the Sheets

Genre: stupid-fluff, surprisingly not smut with a title like that

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: you can't tell me this hasn't happened irl.

WC: 2.3k

masterlist

I’d been waiting for this day for so long

It was the longest they'd been on tour, their stops in America taking the longest since they were continuous. It was only two weeks, but it felt like forever. We talked on the phone when he wasn’t too exhausted from their nights, the jetlag almost getting to him those first few days. We talked when he was too hyped up on adrenaline to sleep through the night, which was, unfortunately for him, way too often. I talked with him until he calmed enough to attempt to sleep. I did my best to try to dissuade him from doing any unnecessary work while he was away, claiming he was already working while he was gone. He didn’t agree very often.

But today? Today was the day they flew back home, their tour finally done and over with. They landed while I was working, my usual text from Chris appearing on my phone in the middle of my shift. 

Channie ❣️: Baby I’m home!!!!!!!

The smile on my face was immediate and bigger than any I’d forced earlier that day. However, now with something to look forward to, that meant the day only went by slower and slower. By the time I’d finally clocked out for the day, it was dark out. The minute I stepped outside to breathe my first batch of fresh air in seven hours, my phone started singing to me. My ringtone for Chris was always my favorite sound. 

“Hi baby! Did you miss me while I was gone?” I never got tired of his voice. 

“Of course I did! I missed you the minute you left me in your bed to go to the airport.” I could hear his chuckle through the phone, his own smile evident. He always claimed I made him smile more than he did me but that was simply not true. There was no way. 

“I missed you too, my love.” See? “Do you want to come over? There’s something I want you to see.”

‘’Only if you’re not tired. I thought you’d be exhausted after getting back.” My feet started the familiar route to his apartment, knowing the way all too well. 

“Surprisingly, no. None of us are. So you’ll come?” I could hear the hope in his voice, as if there was a chance I would say no.

“I’m already on my way. I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

“Wait! Before you come, can you bring some stuff with you?” I heard shouting and clattering in the background, followed by bouts of laughter. Chris shouted something I couldn’t make out, then his voice came back clearer. “Do you mind bringing some sheets and blankets with you? Go home and change into some comfy clothes and bring those with you, okay? Okay I love you and I’ll see you soon.” He hung up before I could question him, probably handling whatever broke in the background just now. Why does he need sheets and blankets though? Don’t they have enough there between the four of them? It didn’t matter. I changed course for my own apartment to change and grab the necessary supplies. 

Half an hour later, I was standing outside their apartment, sheets and blankets in arms. The screaming coming from the door I was about to enter could be heard from down the hallway and I wasn’t sure what I would find when I knocked. Or if my knock could even be heard from the shouting coming from inside. I decided that texting Chris might be a better alternative and I grabbed my phone from my sweatshirt to do just that. Before I could hit send, the door flung open to Felix’s face, flushed and panting slightly. He grinned even wider and grabbed my arm to pull me inside to the dark apartment. 

The entryway was blocked by a sheet hanging from the ceiling, a single light bulb so dimly lit that anyone who entered couldn’t see anything. There were more sheets from wall to wall, leaving the only way to enter was through the opening underneath about three feet high, just big enough to army crawl through. 

“Felix, what-” He was already gone, his socked feet the only thing I could see as they disappeared underneath the blanket-hallway.There was a pause, then more movement as he crawled back through to poke his blonde head out. I stood there for a second.

“Come on!” And then he was gone again, the sheet swaying as he crawled back through the way he came. I dropped with a sigh still unsure of what was going on. As I inched my way through the makeshift tunnel, a world of more clothed hallways came into view past Felix, creating a maze of plaid, solid colors, and some children’s sheets with dragons and cars and baseballs, all in different displays all over the place.  Some were folded, guiding me to the right where one set of bedrooms lay, most were somehow suspended in what seemed to be thin air and hanging to create more tunnels to everyone one could go in this small apartment. Each crawl space was no taller than I would’ve been on my knees, leaving no room for anyone to stand fully straight. I slowed my crawl to take it all in, just how many sheets and blankets were needed to create such a space and where on earth they got them all from. 

When Felix stopped, he turned with that perfect smile of his and took the cloths from my arms and crawled faster back towards the opposite hallway. 

“Hannie! I’ve got more! Let’s do Hyunjinnie’s room now!” I decided I didn’t want to know the specifics. I glanced around me to the different options laid before me. One set of sheet-tunnels was brightly lit, where Felix had just run off to. The other, straight ahead, was where the living room once sat. A soft glow from what I assumed to be the twinkling lights Hyunjin had in his room glowing through the thin sheets. I thought that would be my best course of action.

When I arrived at where the living room once was, I couldn’t help the slight awe that came over me. This space was covered well, with a thin sheet tucked behind the TV to slant as the other end was tucked behind the couch. There were indeed twinkling lights, somehow hanging from the top down, their light illuminating the space that had turned into the common place for gathering. The coffee table had been pushed to the side for more stability, another sheet pinned down and held by a large stack of books. It had been pushed to make room for the obscene amount of blankets that were spread and laid on top of one another, creating a soft, plush invitation for anyone who wanted to stay. I found a few more of the boys, including my boyfriend who was trying to hook up his gaming console to the TV there.  Changbin and Seungmin were trying to help him, but seemed to be shooed away when they were anywhere near close to the console. I decided to simply take in the scene until Seungmin said my name. 

“Can you please tell your boyfriend not to ask for help if he doesn’t actually want it?” Chan looked up to see me and his face lit up, dropping the cords he was holding to shuffle over to me on his knees. His black shirt was hanging around his torso with loose shorts to match. They swayed as he shuffled over at an alarming pace. He didn’t slow down as he approached and barrelled into me with so much force that we both landed flat on the floor of blankets. His arms snaked around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck and our giggles subsided. We both lay there for a moment, just wrapped up together in this makeshift fort they had made. I closed my eyes to just breathe him in, letting his scent take over every power I had left. 

“I missed you.” He breathed into my ear, making me shiver. I held him as close as I could.

“I missed you more.” He laughed again, shaking his head as he retreated from my neck.

“Not possible.” He flashed me that toothy grin, forcing one to appear on my face in return. He then began to pepper kisses all over my face. 

“No, it’s true,” we heard Changbin’s voice from across the room, forcing us to pause. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you the whole time in America. Everytime we went somewhere ‘oh she would love this’ and ‘oh she’s always wanted to do this’ and eventually we had to start buying him stuff to give to you so he would shut up.” My mouth fell open, Chan not able to stop himself from the blush that reached his ears as he buried himself in my neck to withstand his brother’s teasing. 

“Hey! You hush!” He turned back to me as Changbin shrugged, uttering ‘it’s true though’ under his breath as he continued to help Seungmin plug in the remaining cords. Chan turned his beet-red face back to face me. 

“It is true. I have so much stuff they bought for me to give to you in my room.” That earned more giggles from the both of us as he moved off me. And now that the most important thing is over… 

“So what’s with the blanket maze thing?” I asked the others, following Chan to where he was now sitting in front of the couch, his back against the cushions and legs open for me to sit between. Changbin and Seungmin were now engrossed in whatever game they were playing, leaving me to direct my questions to the chest I was now back-to-front with. 

“Well…” He wrapped his arms around my waist in a show of comfort. I brought my hands up to encircle them, waiting for him to finish his thought. He sighed as Lee Know came bursting through the curtain, beads of sweat littering his flushed forehead as he darted past us into the two-foot tall entryway into the kitchen, Han hot on his tail and similarly flushed and sweating. Both were beaming. My eyes were wide as I watched them giggle and shout things like ‘you get back here!’ and ‘come and get me then!’ Felix and Hyunjin came next through the crawlspace, not quite as flushed but equally as giggly. They seemed engrossed in their conversation, snippets I could hear included ‘how long do you think we can keep it like this?’ and ‘if we add another sheet there, it could bend into there.’ I left them to it, trying to figure out what could have possibly spurred this late-night excursion. 

“Is this what you get when you give Han and Felix too much caffeine?”

“And then hand them over to Hyunjin? Yes.” His arms grew tighter around me as I turned back to the TV, Seungmin crashing into a wall in the game that they were playing. 

“Mental note made. Don’t. Do. That.” I slowly nodded. “And where is Jeongin?” 

“Oh he ran out to get more blankets. No one can shop comfort better than him, except Felix. But he seemed… preoccupied. So Jeongin volunteered. He should be back any minute now.” He placed a gentle kiss to my head, sighing deeper into me. I closed my eyes, echoing his sigh, finding my own comfort for the first time in two weeks. 

“Can you guys go canoodle elsewhere? You’re making Seungmin lose focus.” Changbin’s voice carried back to us sitting behind him, our laughter doubling as Seungmin protested. 

“I am not! You just need something to blame for coming in last.” 

That drew Changbin’s attention back to the screen, leaving us to resume our snuggling. Felix came back to where we were when he heard the familiar noise of video games and came to see what was happening, the rest of the boys close behind. The eight of us settled around the floor, piles of blankets everywhere and inviting a rest. Hyunjin grabbed a pillow off the couch to sit beside Chan, Felix mirroring my spot between Hyunjin’s legs. 

“So, why the massive blanket fort? I haven’t been in one since I was a kid. I didn’t even think to make one as an adult.” I turned so Felix would hear me clearly

“We’re called Stray ‘Kids’” he replied, the ‘duh’ expression on his face replaced by his signature smile. 

“Speak for yourself, I am a mature adult.” Seungmin somehow heard, as he always did. And of course, had a response ready. That didn’t mean said response wasn’t followed by an onslaught of pillows being thrown at him, causing him to crash in his game and leading to ‘game over’ being flashed on the screen. He grumbled further, eventually crawling back through the three-foot-high space to the kitchen to get a drink. 

“Okay, I’ve got more blankets!” Jeongin’s voice came through the tunnels and soon his  blonde head appeared. 

“Perfect! I want one!” Hyunjin, ever the glutton for comfort, grabbed the biggest blanket he could reach from Jeongin’s hands and fluffed it out over Felix and himself, tucking themselves in.

“Hey, wait for me!” Changbin scurried over to them and managed to snuggle himself into Felix’s lap, creating what had been known around the group as a 

“CUDDLE PUDDLE!” Han dove for Changbin’s legs as Minho fell on top of him. Jeongin sighed as he scuttled away from said puddle as Han’s maniacal laughter began. 

The rumbling against my back was my own proof of Chan’s love for the caffeine-driven affection from his members. His arms tightened even more around me.

“Thank you for being my dose of normalcy.” He whispered against my hair, kissing me again. I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You’re just lucky you guys are so darn cute.” I placed my arms over his, squeezing them and relaxing further into his chest. I closed my eyes against the chaos happening around me, happy that my little family was finally home.

[hannie-dul-set]

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS.

p — YANG JUNGWON x gn! reader. g — fluff, comfort, videocall with wonie who's out on tour. w — none, i can't believe there's no swearing in this. 441 words.

note — back with my lovestruck idol agenda. BLURB GAME: SEND ME A PHOTO AND I'LL WRITE SOMETHING.

there’s not enough words in the dictionary to describe how jungwon feels about you.

“wonie! why aren’t you asleep yet? isn’t it like one in the morning there?”

longing floods through his veins when he sees you through his phone screen, lips pouting in concern, and he’s overcome but the violent waves of wishing to drown in your warmth, yearning for your rhythmic breaths that lull him to sleep on nights where his want for you overpowers his need for sleep.

“because i miss you? you won’t even let me call you whenever i want?” 

adoration rattles him further awake when you break into a fond smile at his whines. it digs into his skin, bone-deep, until all of his senses fall into a reverie of affection-drunk daydreams of how nice it would be if he could kiss those smiling lips, of what he would give to have you laying in bed next to him, to be swallowed by your very presence.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you laugh. “i’ll talk to you until you fall asleep. you know, you gotta be up early tomorrow, right?”

he listens to each word you say, each syllable you utter with utmost devotion— memorizing the story of how you messed up making a sandwich earlier this morning like it’s prayer, committing every gasp and noise and sound you’d make in between anecdotes to reverence until his mind grows foggy, until it gets harder for him to keep his eyes open, but jungwon persists. there’s nothing more important than you. there’s nothing he worships more than you.

“wonie? ah, he’s finally asleep.”

yet all those words are still lacking.

he’s hesitant to call it love because are four measly letters really enough to encapsulate all his adoration, devotion, and longing for you? he feels as though it should be grander, greater than the ever-stretching sky and the depths of the ocean. it’s too short, too quick— too easy, but difficult to scrape out of his throat all the same. he could write tens and thousands of essays and sing perpetual voices and it still would be enough.

but when those four letters stumble from your very own lips, he’s suddenly awake again, but not entirely. alive, but paralyzed by everything he feels drowning him and lifting him up into the air at and it clicks like all those stray emotions have finally fallen into place.

“good night. love you. i’ll text you in the morning.”

jungwon longs for you. he adores you. he devotes all of his thoughts and actions and his entire person to you. yet above all—

“i love you too.”

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[midday0dreams]

A MEANS TO AN END. 

(phrase): a way of getting or achieving something.

chapter: 1

^im not sure where this is going yet, no triggers warning^

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This is getting.. weird 

You thought to yourself, laying in your warm bed staring at the celling of the dark room twirling a strand of your hair like a lovestruck teenage.

But it wasn’t love you are feeling, no definitely not

Because you know what love is, you are in love with your boyfriend.. so it must be intrigue,

Yes, you’er just intrigued and nothing else… 

Speaking of your boyfriend, your lovely boyfriend Jeno.

You turn to check on him, 

Met by his exquisite muscular back, exquisite indeed it still a disappointment since he seems to be in a mood today.. his moody days are increasing in frequency for an unknown reason.. but naming Na Jaemin as the culprit in dragging your lover’s mood won’t be a wild guess.

Na Jaemin.. that creep

Lately he’s been invading your thoughts. He’s like water sneaking through your hardest attempts to block him out.

His tall lanky body that seems to always slouch and hang off of surfaces, his shameless stare, he’s such a puzzle.. you cut thschainn of thoughts and reach to your phone to check the time.. it reads 10:11 

Damn it is still early.. 

Usually at the this hour you would be out somewhere enjoying the nightlife with jeno,

You sigh and toss around in the hot sheets, attempting to find a more comfortable spot.the room seems to be only getting warmer by the minute. all thanks to your boyfriend’s strong dislike for air conditioners 

You’er lucky I love you 

You huff and force your eyes to close in search for sleep.

A rude knock rips through the peaceful quietness, startling both you and jeno.

“I’m ordering pizza, do you guys want any?” 

Jaemin muffled voice comes from behind the door, his shadow can be seen fidgeting in nervousness through the door sill.

You look at your boyfriend who is displeased to be awakened.

“no!” He answers in clear annoyance 

“Ah okay” jaemin counters with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

His foot steps fade away as he walks way from your bedroom door..

You kind of forgot he had moved to live with you.

Jeno pulls the sheets and wraps himself in them and goes back to his slumber without a word..

You go back to your lousy attempts to sleep, 

It must have been a long 20 minutes of tossing and turning until another gentler knock announce itself making your already grumpy boyfriend more agitated   

Jeno huffs “what now?” 

“Pizza is here..and umm” jaemin answers

You’er kind of amused, this is way more entertaining than fighting to keep your eyes closed 

“And I thought we can watch a movie” ….”or something” 

The tension hangs in the air for a minute before jeno, finally, looks your way 

“You go!” he kind of orders you “he’s probably bored” he sighs and goes back top laying down 

You don’t mind, as you are bored too.. you jump out of bed and head to the door.

His eyes widens for a second when you opened your bedroom door, like he wasn’t expecting it. 

His dull face lights up as you drag your socks clad feet out and close the door behind you, leaving you grumpy boyfriend to soundly sleep.

The cool air feel refreshing one your skin..oh your skin

Suddenly your self conscious about your attire, or the lack of..

Your skimpy short shorts don’t cover much and the thin cotton t-shirt with no bra underneath it leave little to the imagination.

Although you’er very, very embarrassed.. it’s too late to turn back now.

And besides, jaemin is like a brother to jeno, so technically he’s like a brother to you too.

[kpopjust4u]

Baking Antics (Collab W/ Titch)

After a funny little discussion with my best friend, @ateezreactionsandscenarios. We decided on making a little collaborative post that we couldn’t resist but post tonight here on my blog! I hope you enjoy! <3

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The weather is getting colder, snow is falling outside and creating inches of layers on the ground and the rooftops. It’s the perfect time of the year to start baking some seasonal bakes and having a taste for something with cinnamon. 

A cinnamon and apple loaf cake is a perfect choice and it’s your new favorite thing to bake. Usually, you had the peace and quiet in the apartment to make it whilst the boys were off busy with their schedules and come home to your freshly baked make. The scent of it lingers in the apartment for weeks and even the boys were getting addicted to your baking. 

Now it was going to be a challenge with a full apartment. The worst time to want to bake. However, you were thinking that you were going to be able to get away with it, and the apartment has been silent for about an hour. You consider the idea that they were all doing their individual activities. 

Part of you greeted the silence as you make your way to the kitchen to get started, but part of you also felt at unease, untrusting of it. They were too silent for your liking, they were never this quiet in the time you’ve lived with them. Never. 

It was easy enough to find the utensils that you would need, crouching down to open the cupboard where everything practically was, organizing them one by one onto the countertop. Your utensils all matched, the bowls and the spatulas, even the spoons were all light mint green colored and it satisfied your little heart when you see them organized in front of you. 

Just as you were about to go into the fridge, you hear the kitchen door open, flinching slightly as you look around the fridge door and a small smile makes its way onto your face when you realize it’s Hongjoong. Hongjoong has his headphones on, returning a small smile as he patiently waits for you to be done with grabbing the ingredients that you needed from the fridge.

“Do you need anything whilst I’m in here?” You asked with a small giggle at his little dance movements, not hearing you properly and replying with a small hum as he takes off one side of his earphones.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asks with the most apologetic look on his face, knowing he was getting way into the song he was listening to, to realize that you were asking him something.

Opening the fridge door open more, you turn to him again, “Do you need anything from inside here?”. You couldn’t help but laugh when he pouts slightly, nodding. He was so cute and for what? 

“Just the orange juice please,” He laughs, thanking you when you reach out for it and hand it to him, his pearly white teeth glistening under the lights when he smiles at you, moving across the kitchen to grab himself a glass. 

“Would you like any help?” He offers, nodding when you deny it, thanking him in the process but a lightbulb goes off in his head, “I’ll be back”.

Hongjoong disappears out of the kitchen and you giggle to yourself at how sweet and quiet he is, shaking your head in admiration for one of your eight best friends. 

Then it was the task of getting the sugar and flour... From the top shelf. Right outreach. Contemplating whether or not you disturb the peace and ask either Yunho or Mingi to help, or climbing onto the countertop to grab it yourself. 

Just as you make your mind up, you pull a chair over to the countertop, ready to step onto it, almost able to take another step up onto the countertop, Hongjoong returns and scoffs, pulling your attention away from the ingredients.

With crossed arms, he stares you down disappointedly, understanding your struggles but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, “No climbing,” he scolds gently, helping you down from the chair after placing his mini speaker onto the table. 

“But...” You pout and throw your arms in frustration, making him laugh as he shakes his head, putting the chair back where it belonged.

“Why don’t you just ask one of the two giants we have?” He laughs, making a joking dig towards Mingi and Yunho, laughing even more when you shake your head. 

He understood that you liked baking in peace for one, and secondly, he knew that you hated asking for help and assistance, always wanting to be independent but he wasn’t going to be the one to witness you injuring yourself.

Texting Yunho, Hongjoong smiles as he takes a seat at the table, turns on his speaker, and connects his phone. It now looks like he’s going to be your DJ, vibing buddy. You knew he wasn’t going to be a bother and will leave you to it. 

Within seconds, Yunho comes bursting in through the kitchen door, grinning ear to ear and you knew instantly that Hongjoong dobbed you in it, “So you need my long arms to reach something you can’t, right? Short ass”. 

“Careful, Yunho. I’ll bite your knee caps,” You bite back playfully, his laugh echoing throughout the kitchen as you point at the sugar and flour, refusing to ask him since he’s made a comment about your height.

Once handing you your ingredients, it clicks. He knows. Oh no, he knows. The grin and the widening of his eyes when he realises what you’re going to be making worries you, mischief behind those puppy eyes of his. 

“Don’t you-” You go to warn him, but he’s already bolted out of the kitchen, and his voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

“Y/N’s making that cake! Y/N's making that cake!” He bellows, and you were ready to headbutt the cupboard door. Now your peace was officially ruined, turning to Hongjoong who just shrugs with a grin, too busy dancing to the playlist that he’s chosen to play. 

You jump out of your skin once again with the loud bang of the kitchen door opening, Wooyoung slides into the room, his socks slipping on the floor as he goes crashing into the cupboards. Not even bothered that he could’ve hurt himself, only concerned about the fact that you were baking. Without him. 

“Cake!!!” He screeches as he rushes over to you, gripping the bowl, thinking you’d ask him to help.

Pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger, you glare at his overly excited state, “What are you doing, Jung Wooyoung?”. 

“Can I help?!” He repetitively begs, bouncing on the spot from excitement, the speed at which he was repetitively asking was enough to give you a headache, peeling the bowl from his grip and pushing him out of the kitchen. 

“But I want to help!!” He whines, crossing his arms before they stretch out, holding himself in the doorway in an attempt to stop you from pushing him even more. 

Ignoring his mini tantrum in the doorway of the kitchen, you walk back to your little station, getting everything ready, getting ready to make portions of your ingredients as you catch Wooyoung sliding over to the table to sit down whilst glaring at you with a pout on his lips. 

Trying to recollect your patience, you go to make a start on measuring things out but your arms drop when you notice Yeosang strolling into the room, completely in his own world. Noticing that he was just minding his own business, you let it slide until you notice him having a little nose at what you were doing, looking at the stuff on the countertop.

“Would you like a hand?” He offers in such a soft and quiet voice, and to how polite he was, you were going to feel guilty if you said no. 

Turning to him with a small smile, you nod at him and the sound of Wooyoung squawking makes you both turn to him as he throws himself onto the table dramatically, “Why! I asked first!”. 

“Yeosang is quiet and knows how to stay tidy. We’d be in trouble with Seonghwa if I let you help,” You poke your tongue out at him before turning back to Yeosang, ignoring the continuous whines that Wooyoung made, “Can you measure out the flour, sugar and butter for me please? The recipe sheet is by the bowls”.

Yeosang gets straight to it grinning back at Wooyoung who’s given up at this point, chosing to annoy Hongjoong about song requests whilst you go on the hunt for apples. 

It would be easier if you just chopped them but you were always entertained and in hysterics when Jongho breaks them in half, grabbing two of them as you shuffle towards the living room. Jongho is minding his own business, on his phone, and completely ignoring everyone else, not even noticing you standing there in front of him, apples are hidden behind your back.

Swaying and moving, you catch his attention from his phone, grinning at him as he glares up at you, already not entertained as you were acting too suspicious for his liking. 

“Can I help you?” He asks with a small sigh, putting down his phone to show that you have his full attention, awaiting your request.

Without replying to his answer, you reveal the apples, holding them out with stretched arms right in front of you, grinning at him. The way he rolls your eyes makes you laugh, but you just continue to grin at him.

“What do you want me to do with those?” He asks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Can you break them for me?”

“But why?”

“Can you break them for me?”

“You can just cut them.”

“Can you break them for me?”

“Just cut them?”

“Can you break them for me?”

Eventually, he gives in, taking the apples from your hands and keeping direct eye contact with you as he breaks them in half for you, your grin growing bigger as each half is returned to your palms. 

“Thank you!” You quickly say before running back to the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you notice Yeosang is covered in flour, most of it making it onto the countertop and luckily enough into the bowl.

“It slipped...” Yeosang whispers whilst stifling a small laugh, head hanging low as you make your way over to him, placing the apples on the cutting board before dusting him off and smiling.

“It’s okay, thank you, Yeo. You’ve been a great help but I’ve got it from here now,” You reply as you take the bowl of flour and put it with your other ingredients which he measured out. 

Yeosang goes off to clean himself up and change and Wooyoung is dying of laughter across the room, Hongjoong is still just vibing to the music that he’s playing, probably lost in his own world again. 

Thinking you’ve actually got the time to yourself now, you start to mix the ingredients together, welcoming the peace more now as you hope that the chaos is over. 

Getting lost in thought and dancing to the music whilst mixing, you’re unaware of San and Mingi sliding into the kitchen, Mingi opposite you, leaning over the counter to see what you’re doing as San makes small movements towards you, almost breathing on you by the point you notice they’re there. 

San’s head is over your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin when he whispers in your ear all excitedly, “Can I lick the spoon?”.

Putting the bowl and spoon down to take a deep breath, you switch between the two new additions to the kitchen gang. Thankful Mingi is just the other side of the countertop but you try to shuffle away from San to continue mixing, but he unconsciously follows you, repeating, “Can I lick the spoon?”. 

Being so distracted by San, you were unaware that Mingi has shuffled from the other side of the countertop to the oven, turning the knobs and pressing buttons, the one button he presses makes a loud beep sound. Only then do you look over San’s shoulder to see him potching with the oven.

“Mingi, lovely. What are you doing?” You sigh, leaving the mixing bowl unattended for a second to see to him. 

All Mingi does is point to the recipe and the oven, eye smiling at you, “You forgot to preheat the oven, you needed to do that”.

He was too cute to even scold at this point, patting his shoulder as you thank him, trying to hold onto the thinnest thread of patience that you have left. That was until you turn back to the mixing bowl and you notice that San has a small spoon in his mouth, also eye smiling at you.

“San, it’s not done yet!” You whine, taking the bowl out of his reach to continue mixing, luckily he only took the tiniest bit of the mix. 

Pouting momentarily, he gets over it - well you thought - and joins Wooyoung at the table, those two being their usual selves, spoon held tightly in his hand as he glances between Wooyoung and the bowl.

Mingi has disappeared from the room, probably to go see what Yunho was up to and you were ready to continue with your mixing and baking. It seems as though everyone is entertained and happy at this point, leaving you to it.

Keeping an eye on the cake batter, you make a start by chopping and mixing in the apples with the cinnamon sugar. Oh, how you watched that cake batter with your whole life, also keeping an eye on San who’s just smiling at you, spoon held up in front of his face ready for his opportunity.

Now, you weren’t going to have an issue with Seonghwa walking into the kitchen, but your heart sinks when his face drops, eyes widening and his hands fly up to his head, holding onto it tightly after seeing the mess of the kitchen.

Looking around, you notice all of the dirty bowls and mixing utensils are scattered around the place, and there’s flour covering the countertop, you wait for him to scold you but he’s too speechless and becomes stressed in an instant.

“I- I cleaned this kitchen this morning... What happened?” Sulking, Seonghwa rushes to throw the dirty dishes into the sink, turning to see that the pile of flour on the countertop is bigger than expected.

You didn’t even want to bother him, you just continue on with your mixing and getting ready to put it all together in the loaf tin. However, you’re distracted when Seonghwa’s cursing to himself as he runs around, stressed to the high heavens as he tries to clean around you. It did make you laugh a little when he briefly looks up at you, bottom lip sticking out as he was scrubbing down the flour-coated countertop. 

He was mortified, to say the least, but didn’t complain to you once, knowing that you just want to bake in peace and can usually keep the kitchen really tidy. He also knew that there has been chaos in the kitchen whilst he’s been keeping himself occupied. 

Just returning to make a coffee, waiting patiently for the cake, Yeosang walks in and has completely forgotten that there’s flour in his hair, and this doesn’t go a miss by Seonghwa who by chance just looks at him. Slapping the cloth on the countertop, he stares him down, pointing at him whilst Yeosang is oblivious, confused as to why he’s getting the stare from his older friend.

“Is there something on my face?” He enquires innocently, brushing his fingers on his face until Seonghwa walks over to him and ruffles his hair, flour lightly falling off of it, “Oh. Forgot about that”. 

Not saying a word, Seonghwa throws his head back in frustration, turning his attention back to cleaning, and it was time to tackle the number of dishes in the sink, scrubbing at them viciously.

Finally getting around to putting the cake together and putting it in the oven, Seonghwa goes to take the mixing bowl to clean however San rushes over and snatches it violently out of his hands, glaring at him before running off with it. Spatula and all. 

“What’s that about?” Seonghwa’s face turns into a confused expression, hands out in front of him as though he’s still holding the bowl, looking down at his empty hands and you. 

Leaning on the countertop, glad that it’s all over for now that the cake is in the oven, you tiredly turn to Seonghwa, nudging him out of the way to continue washing the rest of the dishes, “He’s been wanting to lick the spoon since I started mixing the batter, Wooyoung has been a pain in my ass and Yunho needs to behave”.

Gathering that you’ve had an eventful afternoon with them, he smiles apologetically since he left you alone and Hongjoong is still unphased, quite literally living in the music he’s playing whilst Wooyoung realizes that San’s ran out with the bowl. 

“I want some too San!” You could hear from down the corridor, and you and Seonghwa break out laughing, there’s never going to be a dull moment in the apartment with this lot. 

The kitchen is clean again and the apartment is starting to smell of cinnamon and apples, pleasing your nostrils whilst you’re all in the living room. You’re sitting next to Jongho who’s showing you funny videos and it was nice to actually spend some time with him whilst Yunho and Mingi burst your ear drums from getting excited over the game they’re playing.

Seonghwa is almost passed out on the other couch, tired from the amount of stress from that small amount of time in the kitchen, cleaning, and Hongjoong is back to vibing with his headphones on. 

Time passes by and your phone rings for the timer, you excitedly get up and it was like Wooyoung knew that it was done too, being the first one to rush to the kitchen to watch you take the cake out of the oven. 

Placing it on the cooling rack, you prepare the icing to pour on top, swatting Wooyoung’s hands away in the process as he continues to behave like he usually does when he doesn’t get his way. 

Going to clean the bowl that you used to make the icing in, you hear Wooyoung huffing and breathing heavily, turning in amusement to see that he’s burning his mouth from taking a small piece, too excited to try the cake. 

“It has only just come out of the oven, stupid!” You cackle as you watch him trying to cope with the hot cake in his mouth, frantically waving his hands towards his mouth to see if it would help cool it quicker. 

After a stressful afternoon, you start handing out slices of cake, and coffee also going around with the help of Yeosang who luckily doesn’t spill any of it anywhere. 

For once, you were actually comfortable with the silence as everyone digs into their cake, drinking their coffee and just enjoying the company of their friends. Maybe you’ll bake with them again, but for now. You’re going to stick to doing it when they’re on schedule. 

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[softsan]

[11:02] - Composer!Jongho stretched his arms above his head, a yawn escaping from his mouth. He expected to spend another long night in the studio, tweaking and slightly modifying the track he’d been working on.

You sat behind him on one of the studio’s couches, scribbling any words that popped into your mind. Unlike Composer!Jongho, you weren’t a songsmith. Writing lyrics didn’t come to you naturally. You were particularly struck with the pre-chorus, unsure how to smoothly transition into the chorus while also taking into consideration how the background production changed in major. 

Composer!Jongho swung in his chair, catching you biting on your bottom lip. You were stumped, your forehead creased as you tried to come up with a good rhyme. 

“I think we should take a break,” Composer!Jongho announced, reaching for his phone, “How about we order some take out?” 

Your eyes lit up at the sound of food. Composer!Jongho smiled to himself, finding you awfully cute. 

He passed you his phone, telling you to order whatever you’d like. Composer!Jongho, in turn, reached for your notepad, inspecting what you’d come up with so far. 

Composer!Jongho smile only grew in size, “Who are these lyrics about?” He inquired. 

Your neck heated up, “No one,” You mumbled.” 

“Liar,”

“Here,” You thrust his phone back, “Your turn to order,” You pouted. 

[cherryeol04]

Green Rose

➻ Pairings: ChanBaek, Chanyeol x Baekhyun

➻ Genre: romance, vampire au

➻ Additional: fluff, cute

➻ Word Count: 2.5K

➻ Warnings: N/A

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It was early one morning, slivers of sunlight shining through Baekhyun’s parted curtains. The young male laid curled up in a small ball, swaddled by his blankets in the middle of the bed. His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but his internal clock was already telling him that it was time to get up, regardless of what the large, blaring red numbers read on his night stand. And as much as Baekhyun tried to fend off consciousness and keep himself buried in the warmth of dreamland, the warm rays of the sun is what finally stirred him enough that sleep slipped from his grasp. A soft groan left him, dark brown eyes fluttering open a few times; blurry, sleepy vision slowly correcting.

7:30AM

He was highly annoyed at the time he read. Mainly because today was his off day and while his alarm was still set, he could easily just hit snooze or turn it off and spend the morning sleeping in. He hadn’t realized how his body had already been trained to wake up early thanks to his current school semester. 8:30 AM classes all week; Psychology and Biology. At least his math class was online, because if he honestly had to take a math class so early in the morning, he would probably quit school altogether. Of course that would be the end of his life. Baekhyun shuddered at the thought of the two hour lecture he would receive from his parents, that were paying for his schooling through their life’s savings. Of which Baekhyun already felt guilty for using and was doing his best to pay back the money through the small part time jobs he could get. 

A groan left him as he pushed himself up to sit in bed. One, slim hand pressed against the left side of his head, trying to calm the throbbing of the headache already forming. Today was not going to be a good day, he could already tell. With a grunt, he pushed away his covers and got out of bed, and like he did every morning, he made his way to the window and pushed open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood his aesthetically pleasing white room. The brightness blinded his eyes, however, and he closed them tightly, waiting only a few short moments before opening them once more, allowing them to get used to the new light. On the third floor of his apartment building, Baekhyun’s bedroom window overlooked the horizon to the east, facing the mountains in the very far off distance. It was always a gorgeous and breathtaking sight and he could never get over the beauty, even though he has seen the same sight for the past two years. 

Following his regular routine, Baekhyun unlocked his window and began to push it up. He stopped though, when a rose caught his attention. It was just laying there, on his windowsill, as if it had always been there, like that was home. Though Baekhyun was 100% sure that the plant had not been there the night before. But what was really odd (besides the fact that there was a rose on his windowsill on the third story of a building) was that it was green. And not like an icky light green, or a puke green, or even a neon green. But a beautiful dark green. It was a color that Baekhyun had never seen before, but he truly loved it. With a slight smile, he pushed his window all the way up and locked it into position, letting in the fresh, outside air. He grabbed the rose with delicate, long fingers, cradling it in his hands as he examined it. It was pure green. There was no hint of another color inside it, as if it had been dyed. It was all green...all natural.

Or was it? Could a green rose be natural if one had never actually been seen before? Then again, maybe it was just an undiscovered species of rose. Of course that also brought up the question of how it got there. Many outrageous ideas ran through his mind. Like maybe scaling the building to set the rose there. Or maybe a magical being hovered in the air to plant the rose there? Or maybe, and this was the scariest idea, someone snuck into his apartment while he was asleep and left the rose there. That seemed more like a plausible idea though, as terrifying as it was. Baekhyun knew he could be a very heavy sleeper and it was possible for someone to come into his home and he would never know it. 

A cold shiver ran down his back and Baekhyun nearly dropped the rose in his hands.The thought of someone coming in and seeing him in such a vulnerable position was so terrifying he almost didn’t want to keep the rose now. Almost. But despite his better judgment, he scavenged around his apartment until he found a suitable cup he could use as a vase and placed the rose inside, setting it on his desk. It was a pop of color in his nearly all white room. It strangely suited the place and Baekhyun kind of wanted to have more.

Baekhyun got his wish the next morning. Following his normal routine, Baekhyun was greeted with another green rose at his windowsill. It was just as gorgeous as the first and just as mysterious. How did it get there? Why was it there and who put it there? These were the questions that were constantly eating at Baekhyun. Has someone mistaken his apartment for someone else's? He wouldn’t be surprised. He didn’t consider himself anything special. He was just an average college student with an above average talent in singing, but that was about it. He never tried to overachieve, never really tried to be the center of attention (even though he had a loud and outgoing personality). He considered himself normal, lived a normal life. Who would risk their life to leave him a rose on his windowsill? It was quite confusing to him, but somehow he found it strangely endearing. The second rose found a home with the first and Baekhyun went on about his day, going to class and hanging out with his friends. 

When night came, he sat on his bed in his duck pajamas, eyes trained on the window. He wondered if his secret stalker admirer would come again. Would he wake up to find another green rose, or would he be dead? He wasn’t sure and he certainly didn’t like how wild his imagination was running at the moment, but all of them were plausible scenarios. But honestly, what could Baekhyun even do? It could just be a fluke he was getting the roses and eventually the person would realize that he was leaving them at the wrong window (however he was managing to leave them), or maybe he should arm himself with a weapon in case this all was intentional and he really did have a crazy stalker.

That night, Baekhyun went to sleep with a knife tucked under his pillow and a mind filled with worry. Morning came quickly and Baekhyun was pleasantly surprised to find himself still alive. And just like the morning before, there was a single green rose waiting for him on the windowsill. Baekhyun placed the rose with the others and continued about his day. For the next month or so, Baekhyun continued to wake up to a green rose on his windowsill, which he continued to add to his collection. By the 28th rose, Baekhyun was starting to really wonder who was leaving these roses and why. He was pretty sure it was no longer someone sneaking into his apartment to leave the roses. Especially when he made sure to deadbolt the locks every night. One night he even moved his dresser to block the door so no one could and still there was a rose left. It was a mystery to him, a freaky mystery. And to add weirdness to this mystery, Baekhyun also noticed that the roses never died. Sure he filled the vase with water and left the roses near the window for sunlight, but he never did any real tending to them. They should have died, but they didn’t. They were just as bright, perky and alive as they were the first day he found them. It was interesting if not a little creepy. 

Curiosity was finally getting the best of him and Baekhyun decided that this would be the night that he would stay up late. He would wait, in the darkness, by the window to see who was leaving him roses and finally confront him about it. His plan was half decent enough, or at least he thought it was. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong. So that’s what he did. As night fell, Baekhyun turned off his lights in his room and took a seat next to his window. He wanted to be close, but not too close where he could possibly be caught, because that would just ruin it all. If whoever it was saw him before they left the rose, Baekhyun may never actually solve the mystery of the green rose. Resting his head on the wall, waiting as patiently as his patient little butt would allow him, but by two in the morning, he was already falling asleep. With one passing look at the clock, he noted to himself it was only 2:30 in the morning, and slowly darkness enveloped him. 

He was shaken from his sleep by a slight chill. It started on his cheek and slowly traveled downwards, making him shiver slightly. It was pulling him from the warmth of his dreams and as he became aware, he realized it almost felt like wind blowing on him. And while he knew he was at his window, he didn’t remember leaving his window open. So did that mean…?

Eyes snapping open, Baekhyun was greeted with an open window and once more on his windowsill, there was a green rose, laying neatly on top of it. But unlike the other 28 times, this time there was a piece of paper tucked neatly under the rose. With a shaking hand, he reached out and grabbed it carefully. Laying the rose in his lap, he unfolded the paper and read over the few, short words that were written.

‘We’ll meet soon, Baekhyun.’

Baekhyun’s eyes slowly moved back to the window, staring out into the dark of the night, skies only illuminated by the artificial light of the street lamps below. Indeed, there was someone who was really leaving him these roses every night. Someone who knew how to scale a building up 3 stories without being seen or heard. A person who knew his name, yet he was almost sure he had never met this person before. The stalker idea came back full force, but once more his rational side wasn’t fully convinced. Wouldn’t this person have already tried to be with him or kill him or done something more than just leave roses? Didn’t stalkers usually want their victims to know who they were and why they were stalking them? This honestly didn’t make any sense to Baekhyun.

It just continued to leave him confused. He let out a tired sigh and slowly stood, the rose tumbling to the floor. He stared at it for a moment, not really seeing it, but just staring. His mind went blank, as if in a trance, but as quickly as it started, it stopped and he snapped out of it. Shaking his head, he bent down and picked up the rose, holding it in his left hand while he closed the window and locked it once more with his right hand. He made his way to his desk and placed the rose in his makeshift vase of a cup with the other roses before shuffling his way to the bed. Crawling in, he slipped under his covers and curled himself up into a ball and laid there, letting sleep once more overcome him.

The following night, Baekhyun was determined to stay awake and meet this mysterious man. So instead of going to class that day he stayed at home and slept for as long as he could, which was only until the late afternoon. However, armed with the most sugary drink he could find, he set himself up once more by the window and stared out into the darkness. He made it till about one in the morning before his eyes started growing heavy once again. He tried to keep himself awake with more sugar (candy and soda), but he couldn't feel their effects like he had at the beginning. He struggled for nearly an hour to keep his eyes open, but eventually he succumbed to sleep, eyes closing with one last blurry look to the window. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep or what actually woke him back up, but something did. Sleepy eyes opened and he looked around confused for a moment before he realized what was happening in front of his face. 

The window was opening. And it took all of his strength not to just jump up right then and there and see what was going on. Baekhyun realized that his nightly visitor wasn’t aware that he was awake yet, so Baekhyun was going to sit there and wait, at least until the window was fully open. It was an agonizing three seconds but the window was eventually open and Baekhyun saw the hand reaching through, green rose clutched into thick fingers. It was a quick movement, Baekhyun wasn’t even aware that he thought it, but he grabbed the wrist and pulled. The green rose fell from his fingers, a head coming through his open window and he was greeted to the site of the most handsome man he had ever seen. He was in shock and awe that this man was the one who was leaving roses on his windowsill. Speaking of which….

Baekhyun stood and moved closer, trying to see what the other was standing on in order to get to his third story window, but saw nothing. Nothing but just this man. How was that even possible? A deep chuckle left his visitor and Baekhyun found his hand removed from the other’s wrist. “Seems we finally meet.” His voice was so deep, it sent shivers down Baekhyun’s spine. “But unfortunately I can’t stay to chat. Maybe another time.” The male ducked back out of his window and Baekhyun gasped, rushing forward, hands pressed on his windowsill.

“Wait!” he called, but there was no one there. No sound. Nothing. It was like the man had never been there. His nameless visitor had appeared and like a ghost, had disappeared into the dark of night, leaving more questions than answers in his wake. He was handsome, with beautifully thick fingers. His voice was deep, almost melodic and Baekhyun was craving to hear more. 

 “I don’t even know your name.” The words barely passed his lips before he heard a whisper, from the familiar voice and for some reason it gave him a sense of hope. Hope this wouldn’t be the last time they would meet and like promised, next time, they could do more than just stare at each other.

“Chanyeol.”

[jenosbliss]

Hey for your requests opening Can you do enemies to lovers female reader x Vampire Yuta, + 11,13,17,19 with ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ angst then fluff & smut =)

pairing. siren!reader x vampire!yuta | genre. angst, fluff (a dash of it) | wc. 1.8k | warnings. mentions of blood, tying up with ropes, that's all i guess

summary. there was an ongoing battle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between the vampires and werewolves, which resulted in you being kidnapped. Yuta came to save but what truth is he hiding from you?

a/n. hii anon! i'm really sorry i couldn't add smut to it :((

“You cannot manipulate me like this,” declared the man as he bound your legs with ropes, a glint of pride in his eyes. The rope cut into your skin, drawing blood, causing you to groan in pain, though the sound was muffled by the cloth in your mouth.

The power of a siren's voice was their strongest weapon, and your current inability to speak left you feeling utterly helpless. The man, unmistakably a werewolf with his thick hair and bright amber eyes, had captured you and gagged you securely to prevent any manipulation.

The ancient struggle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between werewolves and vampires had raged for centuries, with sirens playing a crucial role in aiding the rulers. The werewolves, eager for power, were willing to go to any lengths, even resorting to kidnapping a siren.

“Touch her, and you're dead.” a voice filled with disdain warned. Yuta, the future leader of the vampires, emerged from the shadows of the forest, his pale skin and emotionless eyes a chilling sight.

“What? You think you can stop me? A mere vampire like you?” the werewolf taunted with a devilish grin. “Don't pretend, Yuta, you desire the same thing. Your leader craves it too!” he growled, baring his sharp fangs.

Terror gripped you at his words. Yuta had never been your protector; in the past, he had often been the cause of life-threatening scenarios you found yourself in. Your attempts to influence him through your voice had always been futile, adding to your frustration.

Your grandmother had once been an ally of the vampires, supporting them, until Yuta's father ascended to the leadership and ordered the eradication of sirens, deeming them a deadly threat to Eldoria's throne.

The sight of Yuta filled you with even greater dread for your safety.

“You are mistaken, my dear lupine companion. We have no intention of harming an innocent siren,” Yuta stated casually, approaching where you were bound. “Coming from a vampire, that doesn't sound convincing,” the werewolf sneered. “Especially considering your history of siren slayings,” he added, advancing towards Yuta. “since their charms don't work on you.”

““None of the matter right now. Our reputations and resistance to their charms,” Yuta smirked, gesturing towards the sky. “What matters is that your pack probably needs you now. It seems there may be trouble, there might be a  little fire in their den.”

Sudden howls reverberated through the forest, causing the werewolf to snarl at Yuta. Through clenched teeth, he vowed, “You will pay for this.” Then, turning to you, he remarked, “He won't come to your rescue,sweetheart... but we shall cross paths again.” With that, he transformed into a wolf and vanished into the trees on all fours.

As he departed, Yuta swiftly made his way towards you, urgently releasing you from your restraints. "Are you alright?" He inquired, taking the cloth ball from your mouth. "Stay away from me!" You cried out, causing the trees nearby to sway vigorously as if caught in a storm, yet Yuta appeared unaffected by it.

"I can save you." He exhaled a small sigh as he moved closer to you. "Do not believe his words. I am here to protect you, Y/N."

You scoffed at his promise to protect you. "How could I trust you? When your father sought only to harm my people? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"No, I understand his actions were wrong and I can never erase the pain he caused you, but please, Y/N, I swear things have changed."

"Then how are things now? Huh? Are you pretending to be my savior, manipulating me into believing your facade?" You stepped back, widening the gap between you. "We need you... I- I need you," he admitted with a touch of resignation in his voice.

"What?" You halted, gazing at him with wounded eyes. "I love you. I know it may be hard to believe, but I do. You may see me as a threat, but trust me, I have always tried to save you in some way."

His words prompted you to recall those moments when you found yourself on the brink of death. Amidst the recent feud between the two factions, you always assumed he was out to end your life, but perhaps it was quite the opposite.

"I have endeavored to save you because I love you. I know I should not harbor these feelings for you, but I cannot resist! Please let me save you," he implored, drawing nearer and tenderly cupping your face in his hand.

"Do you trust me?" He murmured softly, peering into your eyes. For the first time, you detected a glimmer of something in his lifeless eyes... a glimmer of love and resolve. You desired to flee and shun him, to despise him, yet a voice within you responded, "Yes, I trust you, Yuta."

He grinned, pulling you in a warm embrace as he whispered, "I will fight anything and anyone for you... for us." He pulled back slightly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Always believe in me, never let go of that trust.”

Hesitantly, you nodded, feeling a deep sense of truth and passion in his gaze. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to yours softly, his gentle touch caressing your cheek as he drew you closer with his other hand.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, both of you shared a tender kiss beneath the towering trees. Embracing Yuta meant challenging the age-old regulations set by your forefathers - a siren was never to love a vampire. Their relationship was meant to be purely political, but his proximity and protective nature made you yearn to defy your own kind.

Yet, to Yuta, it was all a charade, a mask he wore to trap you in his desires to  fulfill his father's mission - the eradication of sirens. He had no intention of harming you, only of weakening your community by turning you into a traitor, ultimately leading to their downfall.

He was not a savior, but a harbinger of destruction.

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[goroaix]

Teaser : Only when the winter is cold do we see Pine and Cypress wither.

Dong Sicheng (Winwin) x Fem reader

Snow white retelling with supernatural elements.

Child abuse. Child neglect. Attempted murder. Murder. Character death. Graphic depictions of violence and injuries. + more tbd

Estimated 30k+

Approximate release date: End of December, start of January

『 The tidings of winter were brutal. The weak became weaker and the deprived grew despondent. Spring was mere months away yet the cold likened it to an out of reach mirage.

And it was during these months that snow did what snow did best: It fell.

('Maybe there is a certain kind of beauty to it after all, Zhisong.') 』

Zhisong: That was the title given to the child born in the very beginnings of winter on the 28th of October to the acting rulers of the kingdom.

This child was not unloved - far from it. He was adored by both royals and civilians alike, the news of his birth reaching far and wide with presents sent from neighbours and the people to celebrate. It had been so long, after all, since the empire was able to celebrate having a new heir that would no doubt be as kind and as forgiving as their forefathers.

However, while he was known to others as Zhisong - the child born with hair as soft as a mink’s fur and a countenance as beautiful as a blossoming lotus - his true name was something that was held in fondness for only people close to his heart to address him by.

“Dong Sicheng,” his father had uttered, looking to his wife for confirmation.

Her body was tired yet her arms were occupied by their child, the product of their love that had come after endless moons of hoping and praying. She looked from her husband to the sleeping baby, his hair sticking up on end with his nose scrunched up as he slept. “Sicheng,” she repeated softly, tasting the syllables on her tongue before she nodded. “It’s a perfect name.”

And it was Sicheng that brought light to their lives, just the sight of him evoking feelings that urged them to nurture and care. No one knew it was possible to see any parent smile day in and day out, yet whenever the public saw them, it was only happiness that greeted them. The image of a giggling baby with rosy cheeks and a smile that charmed even the most barren of hearts was synonymous with the governing class.

The lands were virile the year he was born, bringing forth crops with such vigour such that starvation was merely an afterthought for people that had known only its name. Hundreds of barren fields had been filled with endless yields of wheat and corn, the harvest so great that they were able to trade it with neighbouring countries with some to spare.

For years there was nothing but hope, the kindlings of joy transforming into a roaring flame that kept the empire warm during the winters and comforted during the summers.

“Darling?” The queen looked towards her husband as he played with Sicheng, rolling around on the floor with him while peals of laughter filled the room.

“Yes?” Sicheng was sat up, chubby fingers grabbing for purchase on his father’s robes. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, no. I… I just wanted to say that I am happy. This is more than I could have ever imagined.”

The King’s smile was broad and it was beautiful. Their child was held in one arm before he approached his wife, strands of straight black hair moved out of her eyes before he placed a tender kiss to the top of her forehead. “I pray that we will be happy for the rest of our lives.”

For five more years that prayer was granted.

But miracles weren’t made to last.

It was on a spring morning, with the air cool from the morning dew and the sun half mast in the sky, that Sicheng was exposed to the concept of death for the first time. The king had slept with his wife at his side and had not woken up - would never wake up.

And this was the start of the end for them all.

Rest TBA

[itsesmeee]

● Rating: Teen And Up Audiences ● Archive Warning: Underage ● Category: M/M | Boyslove ● Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime) ● Relationship: Baji Keisuke/Mikey | Sano Manjirou

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, Eventual Smut, Adolescent Sexuality.

● Language: English ● Words:943 ● Chapters:1/1

Summary: Baji and Mikey have a really nice, delicate, and relatively innocent relationship, however, an afternoon with high temperatures makes the pair end up hot, although not exactly because of the summer.

The summer of that year in Japan was the hottest on record in recent years and for the first time, the joke of making a fried egg on the sidewalk was a reality.

Manjiro and Baji could only follow the ventilator, they were in the judo room of the Sano's house as it was the only place where the wind made the heat not feel so strong.

Both of them are flushed and hot, they are very sorry they didn't accept Draken's invitation for a summer retreat trip to a hidden paradise in the jungle, but no, they both wanted to have a weekend to themselves.

Keisuke had planned some fun dates and sleepovers, but with the hellish heat in the city that could no longer be possible, he couldn't believe it was real, he had failed Mikey.

For his part, Manjiro felt betrayed by fate, he wanted to take advantage of the family trip Shinichiro had planned to be alone at home and well, you know, be able to have a more intimate contact with Baji.

The truth is that since they turned seventeen, the hormones have taken over him, and the sexual fantasies are so realistic that sometimes he can't even look him in the face of how excited he usually is, he's embarrassed.

That last year, Baji was taller, athletic, and, why not, fucking sexy. His libido had skyrocketed when one day his handsome boyfriend walked in wearing his uniform a little looser, his shirt open almost halfway and his pants tight. Since when did he have it so big?

That weekend he was planning a delicate and stimulating encounter, but Baji was more interested in looking for air conditioning than himself.

Suddenly, the chimes of the ice cream truck sounded and Mikey, who was leaning on his boyfriend's shoulder, appeared on the floor in a flash. Minutes later Baji was arriving with a box of water ice cream.

He had to admit that Baji's flirtatious and proud smile made him unable to resist any longer and when the latter took the first bite of ice cream, he pounced on it.

"Mgh! Mi-mgh! Mikey!"

Soon the words ceased and the heat clouded their heads. The chunk of ice cream melts in both of their mouths as their tongues play violently with each other.

Baji's hands press against the blond's hips, making their limbs rub together, the heat grows more intense and soon they both need air, the truth is that just as Mikey, had trouble controlling his hormones, so did Baji.

He had caught several colds in a row, all because he didn't feel good touching himself thinking about his boyfriend and a cold shower usually fixed everything, but at that moment he was willing to fulfill at least one of those nightly follies.

Mikey just smiled, kissed his cheek, and then bit into the water ice cream. He felt a little disappointed, but suddenly, his boyfriend pulled him to the floor and when he least expected it, the blond was kissing and licking his member, over the fabric.

"Mikey! What are you... ” then his question was interrupted by the sound of his zipper being ripped by his boyfriend's teeth.

He had been hypnotized, the blonde's lust-laden gaze had stunned him, and when he least realized it, his head was thrown back by the sudden cold current that coursed through his member and abdomen.

The blonde began to play with his member, her tongue allowing the sugary piece of ice to touch his boyfriend's skin, he felt choked, but it only turned him on more.

His eyes moistened, and then Baji tangled his fingers in his hair and began to establish a rude, fast rhythm that was so… arousing. He can feel that phallus brushing against the roof of his mouth, as his boyfriend pulls on his hair; Mikey just discovered that he is a superior masochist.

Minutes pass and Mikey can only scratch the floor, while Baji enjoys the excited look of his boyfriend. Who strives to satisfy him, and soon the orgasm makes him spill his semen in his boyfriend's mouth.

They both finish a little embarrassed, Mikey puts his hand to his mouth as he finds it a little hard to swallow that liquid, but he is not willing to vomit it.

When they finish, they both kiss madly and throw their clothes as far away as they can. The ice cream is about to take a back seat when suddenly Shinichiro's voice echoes through the place.

“Mikey, Baji, are you in the Dōjō?”.

They both panic and don't take long to desperately get dressed, as they rearrange their clothes and return to their initial positions, in front of the fan.

“Guys, I'm so glad I found you! Did they buy ice cream? ”

They both just nod their heads, they are embarrassed and can't even cross glances.

“I bought ice and we're going to make homemade ice cream. Come on, then you can touch your internal organs if that's what you want.”

Manjiro looks at him scared and Shini just smiles, while he makes a sign with his finger on his lip and when Mikey imitates him he can feel a spot of semen on his face.

His cheeks burn with such intensity that he runs off, but not before hitting Baji with the ice cream box; the poor guy ends up fainting.

Half an hour later, Baji had a bump on his head, Mikey couldn't look anyone in the face, Izana was intrigued by the situation and Shinichiro just enjoyed making double-entendre comments, which only made Mikey end up blushing and pinching Baji angrily.

[END]

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