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[kaiyunsim]

just a boy —

pairing : fuckboy!jay x gn!reader

summary : you meet jay at a party where you reject him after making a move… he likes it when they play hard to get.

warnings : angst, fluff, more angst than fluff tbh, uni au, reader is a freshman, jay is older, featuring heeseung + jake, jisung from nct, and minju from illit

a/n : omg fun to write is actually an understatement. i hope it turned out fun to read :) also for my pookie @writhyv

queueing : just a boy - alaina castillo,

— wc : 6.6 — not proof read —

you don't really care about parties. they're loud, crowded, and always filled with people trying too hard. but minju drags you along anyway, insisting that you need to "experience the university nightlife" at least once.

"come on, it'll be fun," she says, looping her arm through yours. "plus, jisung bailed on me, and i am not third-wheeling jake and his situationship all night."

so now you're here, standing awkwardly in the corner of a frat house, gripping a red solo cup filled with something that smells suspiciously like gasoline. minju is already off somewhere, talking to a girl from her english class, and you're left to watch as people dance, drink, and make questionable decisions.

"you look miserable," a voice says from beside you.

you turn and come face to face with park jongseong, jay, as everyone calls him. you know his name, even if you've never spoken before. he's older, popular, and has a reputation that follows him everywhere he goes.

flirt. player. fuckboy.

minju has warned you about him. "he's hot, yeah, but he's the kind of guy who doesn't do relationships. he flirts, hooks up, and moves on. trust me, i've seen it happen."

but none of that matters, because you have no plans to entertain him.

jay grins at you, leaning against the wall like he owns the place. he's got that easy confidence, the kind that comes with knowing he's attractive and that people want him.

"not a fan of parties?" he asks, tilting his head.

you shrug. "not really."

he chuckles. "then why are you here?"

"minju."

his eyebrows raise slightly. "you know minju?"

"from high school." you say, keeping your answers short.

"interesting," he muses, eyes scanning your face like he's trying to place you somewhere in his memory. he doesn't seem to recognize you, though, which isn't surprising. you've never exactly run in the same circles.

"so," he says, shifting closer. "wanna dance?"

it's not a question, not really. it's the kind of offer people don't usually refuse, not when it comes from him. jay park doesn't get turned down.

but you just blink at him and say, "no, thanks."

his smile falters, just for a second, before he recovers. "really? you sure? i promise i'm a good dancer."

"i'm sure." you say with a fake smile, giving off the vibe that you’re annoyed

he lets out a soft laugh, like he can't believe you're actually rejecting him. his ego must be bruised, but he hides it well, still looking at you with interest.

"alright," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "then how about a drink? i can get you something better than… whatever that is." he nods at your cup.

"i'm good."

"wow," he murmurs, shaking his head in amusement. "you're really not making this easy for me, huh?"

"should i?"

he grins, running a hand through his dark hair. "most people do."

"well, i'm not most people."

jay studies you for a moment, like he's trying to figure out why you're different. why you're not reacting the way everyone else does. you don't bat your lashes at him, don't giggle or play into his flirting. and for some reason, instead of turning him away, it only seems to intrigue him more.

"i like you," he says suddenly.

you roll your eyes. "you don't even know me."

"not yet," he agrees, "but i’d like to."

there's something almost playful in his voice, but you know better. jay isn’t interested in getting to know people. he's interested in chasing, in winning. and right now, you’re just another game to him.

"keep liking me from a distance," you say, brushing past him.

you don’t look back, but you feel his eyes on you as you walk away.

for the first time in his life, park jongseong has been rejected. and somehow, you think that only makes him more determined.

—

you don't think much about your encounter with jay. to you, it was just another conversation at a party, one you barely wanted to be at in the first place.

but apparently, jay thinks otherwise.

it starts with small things.

you see him at the campus café, where he just so happens to show up right behind you in line.

"oh, hey," he says casually, as if running into you is pure coincidence.

you glance at him, unimpressed. "hey."

"what are you getting?"

you turn back to the menu. "haven't decided."

"let me guess," he hums, tapping a finger against his chin like he's solving some great mystery. "you seem like a caramel macchiato kind of person."

you raise a brow. "what does that even mean?"

jay grins, leaning in slightly. "sweet, but a little bitter if you get on their bad side."

"so basically, you're guessing."

"i call it an educated guess," he says, nodding at the cashier. "get one. my treat."

"no, thanks."

he lets out a dramatic sigh. "you really don't like accepting things from me, huh?"

"nope."

instead of looking discouraged, jay just watches as you place your order, an iced americano, completely different from what he guessed.

he chuckles. "so i was way off."

"yup."

you take your drink and leave without another word. jay doesn’t follow, but you swear you feel his stare on your back as you walk away.

it keeps happening.

and then, one afternoon, you’re sitting under a tree, trying to get through an assignment, when someone drops into the grass beside you.

"you always look so serious," jay muses.

you don’t even glance up. "because i'm trying to focus."

"right, right." he leans back on his hands. "but don't you ever take a break?"

"nope."

"come on," he nudges your knee with his. "five minutes won't kill you."

you sigh, finally looking at him. "do you need something?"

jay flashes you that same easy grin, the one that probably gets him whatever he wants. "just your company."

"i think you’ll survive without it."

he clutches his chest dramatically. "ouch. you wound me."

"you’ll live."

jay just laughs, shaking his head. "you know, you’re making this really difficult."

"making what difficult?"

"getting to know you."

"who said i wanted you to?"

he stares at you for a moment, eyes glinting with something unreadable. then, instead of answering, he stands up and dusts himself off.

"alright," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "guess i’ll try again tomorrow."

before you can process his words, he's already walking away.

"okay, what is going on?" minju asks a few days later, sliding into the seat across from you in the dining hall.

"what do you mean?"

she gestures dramatically. "you and jay. he keeps staring at you. he keeps showing up wherever you are."

"it's just a coincidence."

"coincidence my ass," she huffs. "he’s interested."

"interested in what? flirting with someone who doesn’t want to flirt back?"

"exactly!" minju exclaims. "he's never been rejected before! you’re like. like. his first loss."

"not a loss," you correct. "just… not a win."

"same thing in his mind." she leans in, eyes narrowing. "be honest. do you like him?"

you snort. "no."

"not even a little?"

"minju, he flirts with anything that breathes."

"true," she concedes, stabbing a piece of her salad. "but he’s never tried this hard before."

you roll your eyes. "and that’s exactly why i’m not interested. he only wants what he can’t have."

"so you think if you gave in, he’d lose interest?"

"obviously. but it’s not like i want him to be interested in the first place,”

but what you don’t see is jay, sitting at another table with jake and heeseung, watching you from across the room.

"so," heeseung says, "still trying?"

jay sips his drink, not looking away. "yup."

jake shakes his head, laughing. "dude, you're obsessed."

"i'm not obsessed," jay scoffs. "i'm just… interested."

heeseung raises a brow. "in what? winning?"

jay pauses. that should be the answer. that’s how it always is. he flirts, he wins, he moves on. but this time, it feels different.

"i dunno," he mutters, eyes still locked on you. "but i wanna find out."

and just like that, park jongseong makes it his mission to make you fall for him.

whether you want to or not.

—

you’re starting to think the universe has a cruel sense of humor.

there’s no other explanation for why jay park keeps showing up everywhere you go.

first, it’s the café… again. you stop by for your usual iced americano, and there he is, leaning against the counter like he has all the time in the world. when he sees you, his lips curl into a smirk.

"you stalking me now?" he teases.

you blink at him. "this is literally my usual spot."

"yeah?" he muses, stepping aside so you can order. "funny. seems like it’s mine now too."

you ignore him and pay for your drink, but as you turn to leave, he suddenly holds out a muffin. "here."

you frown. "what is this?"

"peace offering," he says. "for annoying you so much."

"i don't want it."

jay tuts, shaking his head. "harsh. you don’t like sweets?"

"i don’t like you."

he laughs, completely unbothered. "that’s not true. you just won’t admit you think i’m funny."

you roll your eyes and walk past him, but not before he calls out, "see you around!"

unfortunately, he’s right.

the second time, it’s the library.

you’re sitting at a table, halfway through an essay, when someone slides into the seat across from you.

you don’t need to look up. "seriously?"

jay rests his chin on his palm, grinning. "seriously."

"do you even study?"

"i do now." he gestures to his laptop, which, sure enough, is open.

you sigh and turn back to your work, ignoring him completely. for the first ten minutes, he’s quiet, and you start to think maybe—just maybe—he’s actually here to study.

but then he leans forward. "you always this focused?"

"yes."

"cute," he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.

you finally look at him, unimpressed. "why are you here?"

"what, a guy can’t expand his knowledge?"

"you haven’t typed a single word."

jay glances at his screen, where his essay is blank. he shrugs. "i’m thinking."

"about what?"

"about how long it’s gonna take for you to admit you like having me around."

you let out a slow breath, standing up and gathering your things. "good luck with that."

"where you going?"

"somewhere quiet."

jay watches you leave, the smirk never leaving his face.

you think that’s the end of it.

until your professor assigns a group project.

"you’ll be working in pairs," she says. "check the list for your partner."

you scan the names, looking for yours, and freeze.

park jongseong.

"you’ve got to be kidding me," you mutter.

"what?" minju asks, peering over your shoulder. then she snorts. "oh. wow. the universe really has it out for you."

you groan, dropping your head onto the desk.

"who’d you get?"

you glance up to see jisung standing beside you, holding his own paper.

"jay," minju answers for you.

jisung grimaces. "yikes."

"yep."

before you can say anything else, someone taps your shoulder.

"guess we’re partners," jay says, voice far too amused.

you sigh. "don’t remind me.”

—

working with jay is… not as painful as you expected.

you still don’t like him. obviously. but he’s not completely useless.

turns out, he’s actually smart. and organized. he doesn’t slack off or make you do all the work. and—annoyingly—he’s kind of funny.

you realize this when you’re both at the library, bouncing ideas off each other.

"okay, so we could go with this topic," you say, scrolling through the research.

jay hums. "or we could pick something that won’t make me want to throw myself off a building."

you bite back a smile. "dramatic much?"

"you’re underestimating my ability to get bored."

"i think that’s just your problem."

jay gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "ouch. i thought we were bonding."

"we’re working."

"same thing."

you shake your head, but you don’t argue.

slowly, things shift.

you still tell yourself that jay is just playing a game. but sometimes, you catch him looking at you—really looking—and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like one.

like when you’re at the library, and you yawn without thinking.

"tired?" he asks.

"obviously."

without a word, he slides his drink toward you.

you blink. "what—"

"it’s an americano," he says simply.

you hesitate, then take a sip. "it’s sweet."

jay shrugs. "i like sugar."

you give him a look. "so you were way off when you guessed my order last time."

he grins. "guess so."

you shake your head, but you don’t push the drink back.

—

"okay, so he’s not the worst person alive," you admit later.

minju stares at you. "who are you and what have you done with my friend?"

"i’m serious," you say. "he’s… fine. actually kind of helpful."

minju sighs. "that’s how it starts."

"how what starts?"

"you start thinking he’s not that bad. then, before you know it, you’re catching feelings."

"i’m not catching anything."

she gives you a look. "just be careful, okay? he’s only this persistent because you’re the first person to say no."

you nod, but her words stick in your head.

you tell yourself you don’t care.

but then one night, you’re leaving the library, and jay is waiting outside.

"walking alone at this hour?" he muses. "dangerous."

you raise an eyebrow. "and you’re what? my bodyguard?"

jay smirks. "i could be."

"no thanks."

"still," he says, falling into step beside you. "i’ll walk you back."

"you don’t have to."

"i know."

you sigh, but you let him.

the walk is quiet, save for the sound of your footsteps. when you reach your building, you stop.

"this is me," you say.

jay nods. "guess i’ll see you tomorrow."

"guess so."

he hesitates, then lifts a hand, ruffling your hair before you can react.

you blink. "what the—"

he just grins. "goodnight."

then he’s gone, leaving you standing there, heart doing something it definitely shouldn’t be doing.

this is bad.

really bad.

—

the next party is loud, too loud. music shakes the floor, conversations overlap, and the air is thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat. you don’t even know why you’re here.

well. you do.

minju dragged you out, saying you’ve been too cooped up with schoolwork and your stupid group project (which, unfortunately, includes jay park). jisung backed her up, insisting you needed to “socialize like a normal human being.”

so now you’re here, standing in the corner of someone’s crowded apartment, gripping a half-empty cup of soda because you don’t drink, and pretending you’re interested in whatever minju is talking about.

until you see him.

jay.

you tell yourself you shouldn’t be surprised. parties are his thing, after all. loud music, dim lighting, a sea of people who’d fall into his arms without hesitation.

he fits right in.

too well.

you spot him across the room, leaning against the wall, that lazy smirk on his lips. there’s a girl beside him, standing too close, laughing at something he just said. she tilts her head, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. jay doesn’t move away.

he says something else, something that makes her giggle, and then he leans in,,, just a little.

your stomach twists.

it’s stupid. so, so stupid.

this is what he does. this is who he is. he flirts with everyone. you’ve seen it before. you knew this about him before he even knew your name.

but tonight, it bothers you.

you don’t know why, and you don’t want to think about it.

"you okay?" minju asks, nudging your arm.

"yeah," you say too quickly. "just… tired."

she eyes you but doesn’t press. "wanna leave soon?"

you nod. "yeah."

but before you can say anything else, you feel a presence beside you.

"hey," a familiar voice says.

you turn, and there he is.

jay.

his smirk is gone.

"what do you want?" you ask, not in the mood for whatever game he’s playing tonight.

he hesitates, glancing at minju, then back at you. "can we talk?"

"no."

he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "please?"

minju looks between the two of you, then slowly backs away. "i’ll be over there," she says, pointing to jisung.

you cross your arms. "what?"

jay doesn’t answer right away. instead, he exhales, then jerks his head toward the door. "outside?"

you should say no. you should walk away. but there’s something in his eyes, something that makes your chest feel too tight, so you follow him out.

the cool night air is a relief against your heated skin. outside, the noise is muffled, distant, like the party belongs to a different world.

you stop a few steps away from the door, crossing your arms. "well?"

jay shoves his hands into his pockets. "you looked upset."

you scoff. "why do you care?"

"because," he says, stepping closer, "i do."

you laugh, but it’s humorless. "you flirt with someone else, then come running after me? what is this, jay?"

his jaw tightens. "it’s not like that."

"really? because it sure as hell looked like it."

"you think i do this with everyone?" his voice is sharper now, frustration leaking through. "yeah, i flirt, but this,whatever this is, is different, and you know it."

your breath catches.

different.

he said it first.

but that doesn’t change anything.

"do i?" you challenge. "because it looks exactly the same to me."

jay groans, running a hand through his hair. "i didn’t even realize what i was doing."

"that’s not making this better."

"i know!" he snaps. "i just—fuck."

he exhales, tilting his head back like he’s trying to find the right words in the sky. then, softer, he says, "it’s a habit, okay? flirting, keeping things surface-level. that’s just how i’ve always been."

you swallow, suddenly unsure. "then why are you here?"

jay takes another step forward, close enough that you can see the tension in his shoulders, the crease in his brows.

"because i don’t want this to be surface-level," he admits. "not with you."

the words knock the air out of your lungs.

for a moment, neither of you speak.

then you say, "so what? you want me to believe that you’re suddenly different?"

"i don’t know," he admits. "but i know i don’t want to fuck this up."

you stare at him, at the raw honesty in his expression.

this is dangerous territory.

you should walk away.

you don’t.

but then you think about that girl inside, the way he leaned in so easily, the way it took him this long to come after you.

"you say that," you murmur, voice quieter now, "but you still went back to your usual thing the second i wasn’t around."

jay flinches.

"it didn’t mean anything," he says, quickly, desperately. "i wasn’t even thinking about her."

"exactly," you say bitterly. "you weren’t thinking at all."

jay opens his mouth, then closes it.

"you don’t even realize what you’re doing," you continue, voice tight. "you don’t realize how easily you slip into old habits. you say this is different, but are you sure?"

"yes," jay says, without hesitation.

you laugh, but it’s broken. "then why do i feel like i’m just setting myself up to get hurt?"

he doesn’t have an answer for that.

silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.

jay looks like he wants to say something, to fix this somehow, but what is there to fix? he’s still the same jay park who flirts with everyone, who doesn’t think before he acts, who only realizes too late that he might actually care.

"you’re not ready for this," you whisper.

"i am," he insists, but there’s something fragile in his voice, something that tells you even he isn’t sure if he’s telling the truth.

you shake your head. "i don’t think you are."

jay reaches out, just a little, like he wants to touch you, like he wants you to stay.

but you step back.

his hand drops.

and with that, you turn around and walk away.

jay doesn’t call after you.

he doesn’t chase you this time.

and maybe that tells you everything you need to know.

—

you avoid him.

it’s not hard at first. you’re in different years, different circles. you stop going to the café where you know he likes to hang out between classes, ignore the parties minju tries to drag you to, and duck your head whenever you spot him on campus.

the only problem is that jay notices.

you’re not sure when it happens, but at some point, jay park—fuckboy, campus heartbreaker, the guy who shouldn’t care—is suddenly watching you.

you feel it in the way his eyes linger too long when you pass by in the hallway, in the way his conversations falter when you’re around, in the way his whole demeanor shifts whenever you deliberately turn away.

he doesn’t chase after you.

but he’s not ignoring it, either.

and that’s what makes it worse.

it would be easier if he didn’t care, if he went right back to flirting with someone else like nothing ever happened. but he doesn’t.

and that terrifies you.

so you run faster.

"okay, what is wrong with you?"

jay exhales sharply, gripping the pool cue tighter. "nothing."

"bullshit."

heeseung snatches the stick out of his hands before he can even attempt a shot. jay scowls, reaching for it, but heeseung just leans away.

"bro, you’ve been in the worst mood for, like, a week," jake says, spinning an unmarked beer bottle between his fingers. "just admit it."

jay glares. "admit what?"

heeseung rolls his eyes. "that you’re being a little bitch about this whole thing."

jay scoffs. "about what?"

"oh my god," jake groans. "are you in denial, or just stupid?"

jay clenches his jaw. "neither."

heeseung and jake share a look, and jay hates that they’re silently communicating in that annoying, knowing way that only best friends do.

"listen," heeseung starts, "you don’t do feelings. we get it. but this? whatever’s happening between you and—"

"don’t say their name," jay mutters, looking away.

heeseung smirks. "oh, so you do care?"

jay exhales, tilting his head back against the worn leather of the booth.

fuck.

he doesn’t know what this is.

he just knows that it sucks.

he didn’t think avoiding them would be a big deal. people walk away from him all the time, sometimes before he can even do it first.

but this?

this feels different.

it feels like something is missing. like something is slipping through his fingers and he’s too fucking slow to catch it.

"you don’t even like people," jake points out.

jay sighs. "i like you guys."

"yeah, but we don’t count," heeseung snorts. "we’re basically required to deal with your bullshit."

jay scoffs, shoving his shoulder, but heeseung just grins.

then, quieter, he says, "this is the first time you’ve actually looked miserable over someone."

jay doesn’t answer.

"so what are you gonna do about it?" jake asks.

jay exhales, drumming his fingers against the table.

he doesn’t know.

but he knows he can’t keep pretending this is nothing.

not anymore.

—

you don’t know why you look.

it’s just a normal afternoon. you’re heading toward the library, minju walking beside you, talking about something jisung said earlier.

and then you see him.

jay is standing near the campus courtyard, golden light catching the sharp edges of his jawline. he’s not alone.

there’s a girl with him. she’s standing close—too close. her hand is on his arm, fingers curling lightly around the sleeve of his jacket. she laughs at something he says, head tilting, eyes locked on his.

and jay?

jay just smiles.

it’s the same smile you’ve seen before, the same effortless charm, the same easy confidence that has made him a campus legend. he leans in slightly, talking low, his posture relaxed like he’s done this a thousand times.

because he has.

your chest tightens.

"hey, you okay?" minju asks beside you, nudging your arm.

you snap your gaze away, pulse quickening. you shouldn’t care. you knew what he was like before you even met him. you knew he flirted with anyone he found attractive, that he never had to try, that he never faced rejection.

you knew he was never meant to be serious.

so why does it feel like something inside you is caving in?

"yeah," you mumble. "just remembered something i have to do."

minju frowns, but you don’t give her a chance to question it. before she can say anything, you turn and walk the other way, ignoring the burning feeling in your chest.

you don’t look back.

and jay doesn’t notice you leaving.

yet, jay can tell something’s wrong.

he doesn’t know what it is, but he can feel it.

it’s in the way you won’t look at him, the way you walk past him like he’s just another face in the crowd.

at first, he thinks he’s imagining it. you were never friends to begin with—maybe you were just busy, maybe this is normal.

but the shift is undeniable.

before, you’d at least acknowledge him. you’d give him a polite nod, a passing glance, sometimes even a subtle eyeroll when you caught him flirting.

now?

nothing.

he sees you on campus, and you don’t even flinch.

he walks past your usual café, and you’re not there.

he catches you in the library and for a second. just a second. he swears you meet his gaze.

but then you turn away.

like he’s not even there.

he doesn’t plan to confront you.

but after a week of this, of whatever this is, he finds himself standing outside your dorm, hands shoved in his pockets, frustration bubbling under his skin.

he doesn’t even know why he’s here.

it’s not like you owe him anything.

but still, he knocks.

no answer.

he exhales sharply, rocking back on his heels, debating whether to try again.

then, he hears footsteps.

"what are you doing here?"

jay turns, finding jisung standing a few feet away, arms crossed.

"looking for y/n," jay says. "they’ve been… acting weird."

jisung raises an eyebrow. "and you just noticed?"

jay frowns. "what’s that supposed to mean?"

jisung exhales, shaking his head. "they saw you," he says simply.

jay’s stomach tightens. "...what?"

"the other day. in the courtyard. with that girl."

jay blinks, the memory slotting into place. shit.

"they saw you smiling at her," jisung continues, his voice even but firm. "letting her touch you. looking at her the way they thought—" he stops himself, sighing. "never mind."

jay’s pulse kicks up. "you think they—"

"they think they were stupid for believing you might actually be different with them," jisung cuts in, sharper now. "they think they almost fell for the same bullshit you pull on everyone else."

jay clenches his jaw.

fuck.

he wasn’t thinking. he didn’t even realize.

but now, remembering the moment, the way the girl had laughed, the way she had leaned in, the way he hadn’t pulled away—

he understands.

and it feels like he just lost something important without even knowing he had it.

"if you’re gonna say something, make it worth their time," jisung says. "because right now? they don’t want anything to do with you."

jay doesn’t answer.

because for the first time in his life, he’s the one who got it wrong.

he’s the one who let something real slip through his fingers.

and he has no idea how to fix it.

but he knows one thing—

he has to try.

—

you don’t expect him to be waiting for you.

it’s late. you just finished a study session with minju, and all you want is to go back to your dorm, crawl under the covers, and forget about everything—forget about him.

but as soon as you step into the dimly lit hallway leading to your room, you see him.

jay.

leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, jaw tight, eyes dark with something unreadable.

your heart stutters.

you hesitate, debating whether to turn around, pretend you didn’t see him. but then he looks up—really looks at you—and you know there’s no escape.

"we need to talk," he says, pushing off the wall.

fuck jisung for letting him in.

"i don’t think we do," you mutter, stepping past him, reaching for your door.

but before you can, jay moves, his hand catching your wrist—gently, cautiously, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.

"please," he says.

you freeze.

he’s never said please before. at least, not like this. not as desperate as this.

slowly, you turn to face him, sighing. "jay—"

"just let me say this," he cuts in, eyes burning with something raw, something you’ve never seen on him before. desperation.

you press your lips together but nod.

jay exhales, running a hand through his hair. "i—fuck, i don’t know how to do this," he mutters, shaking his head. "i’m not good at this."

"then don’t," you say, voice sharper than you intended. "don’t stand here and feed me some excuse about how you 'don’t do relationships' or 'didn’t mean to hurt me.' i don’t want to hear it."

jay flinches. "that’s not what i was gonna say."

you cross your arms. "then what?"

he swallows hard, eyes flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. "i—i don’t know how to do this, because i’ve never felt like this before."

your breath catches.

"i didn’t even realize what i was doing," jay continues, voice quieter now. "i didn’t think. i’ve never had to. flirting, messing around—it’s just… easy. but you—" he exhales sharply. "you make things different."

you shake your head. "jay—"

"i don’t want anyone else," he interrupts, stepping closer, voice steady. "just you."

your chest tightens.

"and when you get bored?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper. "when someone new comes along?"

jay shakes his head immediately. "i don’t think i could ever get bored of you."

it’s too much.

too much to believe, too much to trust, too much to risk.

"how am i supposed to believe that?" you ask, eyes searching his face. "how am i supposed to believe you won’t wake up one day and decide i was just another name on your list?"

jay exhales, stepping even closer, until there’s barely any space between you. "because no one’s ever made me feel like this before."

your pulse is loud in your ears.

"i don’t know how to do relationships," he admits, voice low, honest. "i don’t know how to be what you deserve. but i want to try. i want to figure it out—with you."

he’s so close now. close enough that you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, close enough that you can see the hesitation in his eyes, the fear of being rejected, of losing you.

you shouldn’t.

you should walk away.

you should protect yourself, guard your heart, not fall for the one person who could break you the easiest.

but then jay reaches up, fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch hesitant, almost trembling.

"please," he murmurs, his voice almost breaking.

jay park—unshakable, confident, the fuckboy—is breaking in front of you.

and against all logic, all reason—you fall.

before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you close the space between you.

his breath catches, just for a second, before his lips press against yours, warm and desperate.

jay kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like he’s trying to prove every word he just said. his hands cup your face, pulling you closer, holding you like you’re something fragile—something precious.

and when you kiss him back, letting yourself believe—just for this moment—that maybe, just maybe, this could be real, he sighs against your lips, like he’s just found something he’s been searching for all along.

—

your relationship with jay park is different.

you knew it wouldn’t be easy, falling for someone who never had to try, who never had to work for love. but you never expected this.

never expected him to try so hard.

at first, it’s awkward. jay doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s used to effortless flirting, meaningless hookups, relationships that start and end in the span of a night.

but with you?

he wants to be better. he wants to be different.

so he does things he’s never done before.

he waits for you after class, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"did you eat?" he asks one day, falling into step beside you.

you blink. "uh… yeah?"

jay nods, looking relieved. "okay. cool. just—yeah. cool."

he’s awkward. jay park, campus fuckboy, the smooth talker who never falters, is awkward.

you bite back a smile. "did you eat?"

he hesitates.

you raise an eyebrow. "jay."

he clears his throat. "…no."

you sigh, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him toward the campus café. he lets you, grinning like you just gave him the world.

the first time he reaches for your hand, it’s so casual that you almost miss it.

you’re sitting next to each other, watching a movie in the dorm common room. your hand rests between you, fingers brushing against his.

then, slowly, hesitantly, jay links his pinky with yours.

your heart stutters.

you glance at him, but he’s staring straight at the screen, his jaw tight, his ears slightly red.

you bite your lip.

then, without a word, you let your fingers slip fully into his.

jay stiffens for half a second. then, his grip tightens, and he exhales, shoulders relaxing.

he doesn’t let go for the rest of the movie.

he’s not used to jealousy.

or rather, he’s not used to his own jealousy.

he’s seen people get possessive over him before, watched girls glare when he flirted with someone new, felt the heat of their disappointment when they realized he wasn’t theirs.

but now?

now he understands.

he understands because he’s standing in the middle of campus, watching some guy—some random guy—smile at you like he has a chance.

and jay hates it.

he crosses the distance before he can think, sliding an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low, casual, possessive.

your eyes widen. "jay?"

"who’s this?" jay asks, looking at the guy.

the guy blinks, glancing between the two of you. "uh, just—just a classmate."

jay smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "cool. yeah. we gotta go, though."

you barely have time to say goodbye before jay is leading you away, his grip firm but gentle.

once you’re out of earshot, you elbow him. "what was that?"

jay shrugs. "didn’t like the way he was looking at you."

you roll your eyes. "you can’t just—"

he stops walking, turning to face you, eyes serious. "i know i don’t have the right," he admits. "but i don’t like it. i don’t like the idea of someone else thinking they can have you."

your breath catches.

"you’re mine," jay says, voice softer now. "right?"

you stare at him for a moment.

then, finally, you sigh, reaching up to flick his forehead.

"yeah," you mutter. "i’m yours."

jay grins, rubbing his forehead. "damn right."

heeseung and jake pretend to be disgusted.

"you’re whipped," jake says, shaking his head.

"nah, man, this is worse than we thought," heeseung adds. "he’s holding hands in public."

jay glares at them from across the table, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

"you guys are just mad i have a functional love life," he says.

jake snorts. "yeah, sure. functional."

"bet he calls them ‘baby’ over text," heeseung whispers loudly.

jake gasps. "you think he—"

"shut up," jay groans.

you’re trying not to laugh. "do you?"

jay glares at you, but his ears are red. "i hate you."

you grin. "you love me."

jay rolls his eyes.

but then, under the table, he gives your hand a squeeze.

and you know—

even if he’ll never admit it out loud—

he really does.

—

you constantly look back and don’t know when you started believing him.

maybe it was the first time he held your hand without thinking, his fingers curling around yours so naturally, like he didn’t need to pretend anymore.

or maybe it was when he let you steal his hoodie, even though you were sure he’d never let anyone do that before.

or maybe—just maybe—it was when you saw the way he looked at you.

because it’s different now.

jay park, the guy who used to flirt with anyone just for fun, the guy who never stuck around, only looks at you.

"okay, but seriously," jake says, pointing a fry at jay. "how the hell did this happen?"

you’re sitting in the corner booth of a diner near campus, squeezed between jay and the wall. heeseung and jake are across from you, both staring like you’re some kind of unsolvable mystery.

jay takes a slow sip of his drink. "what do you mean?"

"you!" heeseung gestures wildly. "relationship jay. committed jay. ‘not flirting with every breathing human’ jay."

"it’s called growth," jay deadpans.

"it’s called ‘i fell first, and i fell hard,’" jake teases, smirking.

jay huffs. "whatever, man."

but he doesn’t deny it.

heeseung leans forward, grinning. "okay, but who confessed first?"

jay opens his mouth—

"me, obviously," you interrupt.

jay’s head snaps toward you. "what?"

you shrug. "you’re a coward. took you forever to admit you liked me."

jake laughs. "ohhh, he got you there."

jay glares at you, but you just smile, nudging his foot under the table.

you laugh, “joking, it’s complicated.”

heeseung rests his chin in his palm. "man, i never thought i’d see the day."

"what day?" you ask, amused.

"the day jay park became a simp."

jay groans, burying his face in his hands. "i hate all of you."

you pat his arm. "no, you don’t."

he exhales, tilting his head to look at you. his eyes soften.

"yeah," he murmurs. "i don’t."

—

later that night, after jay walks you back to your dorm, you linger outside the door.

he doesn’t leave right away.

instead, he leans against the wall, hands in his pockets, just looking at you.

you tilt your head. "what?"

jay hesitates, then exhales sharply.

"it’s weird," he mutters. "this whole time, i thought i had everything figured out. i thought i knew what i wanted. but then you came along, and suddenly, nothing made sense anymore."

your chest tightens.

"i didn’t get it at first," jay continues, eyes flickering to the ground. "why i got so annoyed when you ignored me. why i kept looking for you in every room. why i couldn’t flirt with anyone else without feeling like it was wrong."

he finally meets your gaze.

"but now i do."

your fingers tighten around the door handle, heartbeat loud in your ears.

"i don’t want to be the guy i was before," he murmurs. "not with you."

you swallow. "jay—"

"i know i’m not good at this," he cuts in. "i know i’m gonna mess up. i know i don’t deserve you."

his voice drops lower, almost hesitant. almost afraid.

"but i want to try. and i want you to let me."

for a moment, neither of you speak.

then, finally—

you sigh, shaking your head. "god, you’re such an idiot."

jay blinks. "huh?"

you step forward, grabbing the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down until your foreheads touch.

"you’ve had me this whole time," you murmur.

jay’s breath stutters.

then, slowly—hesitantly—his arms wrap around you, holding you against him, warm and real.

"yeah?" he whispers.

you nod. "yeah."

jay exhales a shaky laugh, squeezing you tighter.

"thank god," he mutters. "i don’t think i could’ve handled losing you."

you smile against his shoulder.

neither could you.

[trueebeauty]

“Are you afraid of me?”

Are you afraid of them? - lookism men

“You wish.”

Honestly, they wished you were afraid of them sometimes. Then maybe you could see how they weren’t good for you. But then again, they were relieved you weren't afraid. It meant you trusted them, and that trust meant everything to them.

"Ouch, sorry to disappoint. I'll try to be more terrifying next time.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐊 - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 - 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀 

“Sometimes.”

And could they even blame you for that? They scared themselves at times too. Their actions or words occasionally made them question their own intentions or motivations. They understand.

silence, an intense look

 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  

“Why would I?”

The pure confusion on your face makes their heart flutter with joy. The thought that you can't fathom any reason to be afraid of them softens their features into a warm smile.

warm smile "You know me better than that." 

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍 - 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 (everyone listed here is a GREEN FLAG)

“Should I be afraid?”

Good question... Should you be afraid of them? It's not an easy question to answer. They know they can be intimidating at times, even if they don't intend to be.

considers for a long moment "Sometimes I'm not sure myself."

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍 - 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐀 - 𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 

“You should be.”

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 - 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐁 𝐉𝐈 - 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍

( + the ‘yOu ShOuLd bE’ : 𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 - 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 )

“Nah. You’re a big softie.”

You're absolutely right. They don't even know why they asked such a question. Despite their attempts to come across as tough or intimidating at times, deep down they're quite gentle and kind-hearted.

smiles tenderly "Only for you."

 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 - 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 - 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍 ( + dare I say : 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍 )

“Yeah. I mean, kinda. No... Definitely.”

Definitely. You should run for the hills when it comes to them. Their words and actions are unpredictable and even dangerous at times. Being afraid of them is a completely understandable response. 

nods solemnly "Smart move. The real me is best avoided."

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 - 𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 - 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ( aka - THE RED FLAGS)

"I'm working on it, I swear. This isn't who I want to be..."

𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Just thinking abt farm hand reader taking a nap on some hay bc you have a break between what you need to be doing but big daddy n Mrs bene finding you passed out. Mrs bene moves you so you're laying on her chest or round belly while big daddy scares off anyone who wants to come snuggle the sleepy human. His cock stirring at the sight of his mates laying together, imagines how you'd look stuffed with his cum and being smothered by his wife's tits...... tehe

🐮the other farmhands were terrified of trying to save you, the big bad bull guarding you didn't help the situation. Whenever one tried getting close he'd stomp and charge at them, sending them running over the fence

🐮the owners were no help, saying you'd be fine and safe but that didn't quell your colleagues worries. Mr's bené was softly Patting your head, humming a little lullaby

🐮earlier that day, you decided to take a nap under a tree and when the couple found you, they couldn't pass this opportunity up! Bené slowly picked you up and set you on her lap, combing her hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head

🐮she had to shoo big daddy away multiple times, she recognized that look in his eyes. She didn't want him to bruise your poor body, he could get very rough. And considering the fact he was pretty big "down there".. plus he hasn't showered all day. He stinks.

🐮 bené may or may not have tried coercing your sleeping form to suckle on her tits but somehow you'd always dodge her attempts.? It's like you developed a reflex for when the hybrids try anything

🐮so after a nice a nap, you wake up to see Mrs bené and the girls cooing over you, while big daddy and johnny were busy trying to hold the dog hybrids off. Brutus bit johnny in the ass, the latter punching him in the face. It's gonna be a long day..

[saursoob]

TEXTS W/ PARK SUNGHOON AS YOUR EX

GENRE: ex!sunghoon x y/n

A/N: AA ik poll said ot7 text but this concept is too good 😭

perm tags: @jaeneohee @skittlez-area512 @aaa-sia

AN OT7 TEXT IS NEXT TRUST !!!

[oimitocat]

TAKE ME UP | OS

park sunghoon x gn!reader

non idol au + 7 minutes in heaven + exes to situationship + angst + light fluff + college au + oral sex (giving) + blow job + implied unrequited love (hehe)

a/n; technically could be read as male reader

sunghoon didn’t want you. he made it very clear that he didn’t want to have you, just desire you. the words he had said that day “we’re better at wanting each other than having each other” rang through your head for weeks. it made sense, how he’s only want you to show off, to have fun but never to actually have soft moments with.

it was always you yearning for gentle love. you weren’t exactly all soft, you were like a current of water— calm and steady but overflowing and aggressive when pushed …but he was fire. consuming and evaporating. he drained you.

at some point you agreed. you two are better as anything but lovers. as much as it hurt.

he’s always around. you have mutual friends. it’s… painful. you always yearn for what could’ve, but you wish desperately to move on just like he has. you wish it didn’t bother you despite how little you think of him. still… your heart naturally yearns.

“seven what?” you ask as you take a sip of your drink.

“seven minutes in heaven!” ni-ki exclaims, grinning sadistically.

“what’s that?” you ask, genuinely.

sunoo and jay turn to you. “you being for real?”

“yes,” you raise a brow, “okay, call me stupid then.”

“no one is calling you stupid,” jay defends.

“i am,” ni-ki snorts. you narrow your eyes at him, “seven minutes in heaven is basically whoever is paired has to be in a room or closet for seven minutes or however long and do some freaky stuff.”

you blink, “oh.”

“let’s go play!” ni-ki shouts to the people that attended the party.

it was a total of 12 people. the bottle spun. cheers. boos. if anyone wanted to skip, they had to take a shot of lemon juice. you weren’t certain if you’d skip or anything, depended on who you were paired with. still, you wondered — what if you were paired with sunghoon?

the boy is clearly having fun with jay, who’s next to him. they chat between themselves, they laugh. why does it bother you? is it because clearly you’re not even worth acknowledging? not even a glance? you feel so alone.

“sunghoon aaandd…. y/n!”

you blink out of your thoughts, snapping your head towards ni-ki. “i’ll take the lemon shot.”

“what?” everyone gasps, disappointed and shocked.

sunghoon huffs, “what? you’re not over me? scared you’ll spill out your feelings?”

“you’re not worth my time,” you say as casual as possible and take the shot.

it’s bitter. sour. you make a face but you won’t show them you’re affected. sunghoon is saying something. you don’t know what. it’s not worth it. you mean nothing to him. so… why do you keep making him something for yourself? heesung is next to you, he puts a hand over yours while everyone continues the game.

“you good?” he asks softly, covered by the shouts of enthusiasm from everyone when the next pair is chosen.

you shrug, “i guess i am. i just like to keep clinging onto things that stopped having meaning long ago.”

heesung’s eyes soften, “y/n… if you want to leave i’ll leave with you.”

“for what? i’m not… upset.” you look around, unsure what to stare at. everyone looks happy. “i just… i don’t know.”

“you wish things were different?”

you shake your head, “i wish i was different. why do i feel like….”

“like you’re not moving on?” his thumb rubs over your knuckles. you nod. “everyone goes through it differently.”

you look at him.

“don’t feel bad because he’s indifferent and you can’t do the same. that just shows you’re real with your process…“ he stares at you lovingly, “y/n-“

“y/n anddddddd,” ni-ki spins the bottle again, “sunghoon again!”

everyone is quiet. this is awkward. again? heesung’s fingers twitch over your hand.

“lemon shot?” ni-ki offers, shifting his sight between you and sunghoon.

“i’m down,” you say.

sunghoon doesn’t smirk. his expression is neutral. “me too.”

still, the tension doesn’t dissipate from the atmosphere. jay and heesung glance at each other. you take your hand out from under heesung’s and pat his hand with tender appreciation. heesung watches as you stand and go to the room with sunghoon. ni-ki had stated before hand that there’s no closet big enough for two people. a room had to do.

sunghoon walks into the room first, you follow suit. the door isn’t even closed behind you fully when he slams you into it. the lock clicking, your eyes strain on sunghoon’a glaring eyes.

“the hell-“ your mouth is suddenly attacked him his lips.

he’s kissing you. you almost push him off, but your body goes lax as he opens his mouth and starts to makeout with you. your can’t help it, he’s always been your guilty pleasure. you pant when he pulls away, his warm, moist breath on your lips.

“that it? nothing more in mind?” you ask, challenging despite how frantic your heart is beating inside your chest.

he grins, “i have a couple of ideas….” he said, glancing down at your lips again.

you hum back, his cockiness giving you an idea. you kneel down in front of him, bringing you eye level with his crotch, “let’s see what you can take for the remaining five minutes.”

“one way to find out.” he said, immediately excited at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. you reached up and unbuttoned his pants, shimmying them down slightly, “y/n are you really..?” he asked, suddenly there’s doubt in his eyes.

“backing out on me?” you ask, snickering at him. you palmed him through his boxers and he let out a low groan, his head falling back against the door with a thud.

you smirked and reached into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his dick and pulling it out. you kitten licked the tip and his hips twitch. he lets out a soft whine.

“quiet. or do you want them to hear how whiney you get for me?" you warned.

you hardly gave him a chance to think about it before taking him into your mouth, he let out a low moan for a second before he remembered what you said and held it back. you sank down as far as you could, slightly gagging as he hit the back of your throat, the sensation making his dick twitch in your mouth. still, you’re a trooper, it doesn’t faze you after a second.

you took your time sucking him off, keeping your actions slow and teasing. he bucks his hips up into your mouth and you bring a hand up to his hips, pushing him back into the door and holding him in place. he whines, pushing up against your hand. you pull back and he falls out of your mouth.

he whines out of frustration, “y/n- please i was so close. felt good-“

“cum when i tap your hip, not before. not after.”

he whines, not liking the order but still, he nods.

"that’s better." you say before guiding him back into your mouth.

you go back to your slow pace, trying to keep him from getting to the edge too quickly. his hips twitch, hinting at how close he was. you lap at the underside of his dick, his breath hitches. you hear footsteps coming from the hall, your time is almost up. yet you bob your head, you move your tongue and he can’t keep his noises to himself. they knock on the door — you tap — he cums in you mouth with a gasp.

“uh, time’s up,” someone says, you pull off of sunghoon.

he’s slump against the door, breathing uneven. you tuck him on lazily, coming up and being at eye level again. you grin, “the only one that spilled anything here was you baby,” you peck his lips, taking in his hot, heavy breaths.

he grabs you by the back of your head and kisses you again.

“guys-?”

“i’m sorry-“ sunghoon pants between kisses, “gives us a minute!”

“uh- sure?” and then there’s giggles from the living room.

“another minute?” you question, eyeing sunghoon with that tenderness you wish you didn’t have for him.

sunghoon nods, breathing normal now. “i just… i need one more minute with you. even if it’s the last.”

you close your eyes and your head falls forward into his neck. “don’t.”

“y/n…”

“you broke up with me. you left me.” you whisper, scared to break down into tears at the memory.

“i know,” he whispers, “i’m sorry… i just… feel so undeserving of you.”

“me too…”

you stay there in his embrace. he doesn’t want to let go…. neither do you. just one more minute… you two allow yourselves to love just one more minute…

[blue-jisungs]

promise

# author's note ... oh i love making deals w zanna bc i get to write this banger (idk what possesed me) and she will write me pt 2 of this masterpiece mwahahahah (go read it btw its so good like vampire hanbin>>>>>)

# setting ... boxer gunwook

# summary ... gunwook comes home after a fight, missing a date... but he can't understand why are you quiet

# warnings ... angsty, hurt to comfort (i think...?), mention of wounds n blood, nursing trope (its me n zanna, come on.... if uve been around for a while u know we r sucker for nursing teehee) also it was written at 2am so sorry for any misrtakes !!!

# word count ... 1k

the door opened quietly but gunwook could swear it was the loudest noise ever. your small but cozy apartment was dipped in the darkness of the night, only occasional beams of moonlight shining on the floor. 

however, there was one more source of light coming from the kitchen. gunwook sighed and took off his shoes. 

his footsteps were soft, trying to keep the noise as low as possible. maybe you’re asleep. maybe you forgot and just left the light on… 

his hopes died upon seeing your silhouette. your back was facing him, legs crossed and head resting on something (probably your arm). 

“you’re home” 

your voice was cold and stung like frostbite but gunwook knew it was well deserved. 

“i’m home” he whispered and you finally turned around. 

now it was your turn to sigh upon seeing his bruised face, busted brow and dried blood on his cheek, along with some cuts. 

“couldn’t you at least take care of yourself?” you murmured and stood up, reaching for the usual spot with a heavy heart. 

gunwook stayed silent because you both knew the answer. he preferred when you took care of him. 

without additional words from you, he went to change into fresh pyjamas that he kept at your place. then he swapped his eye contacts to his glasses, scanning his injuries in the mirror. 

guilt washed over his gut, wounded knuckles turning white from gripping the sink. you’re too sweet for him. 

“wookie?” your soft voice called him, causing a pang in his heart. 

your boyfriend soon enough came out from the bathroom, a sad look on his face. if it wasn’t for his savaged face, you’d think it was a normal night. his black t-shirt, red and black checkered pj pants, glasses resting on the bridge his nose and framing his handsome face. even his raven-colored locks were still slightly wet, probably after the shower he took at the gym. 

gunwook sat on the chair you were previously sitting, spreading his legs and resting his fists on top of his thighs. 

you took a quick glance at the clock, which read 1:31am. your boyfriend caught your worried look and bit the inside of his cheek. 

there were so many things you could say, yell. how he forgot about the date that he promised you two weeks ago. how late it was. how he got hurt again. how he didn’t let you know where was he… or if he was fine. it puzzled gunwook; why were you so quiet? 

he closed his eyes, unable to bare your eyes on him. focusing on the calming feeling of your fingers instead, he tried to think of a reason. maybe you will break up with him? 

you both knew that with his lifestyle of a boxer it won’t be easy. you knew he wouldn’t give up on his passion and way of living but he promised you to stop being careless. 

your fingertips gently caressed the unharmed skin of his right cheek. then he felt a stinging sensation on the left onr, just where he got hit by someone’s fist. 

gunwook felt two or three fingers tucking his hair away from his forehead softly, followed by a feather light kiss on that spot. 

only then he realized it’s your way of speaking. the kiss meant ‘i love you’. the fingers tracing his nose gently to see if it’s broken shouted ‘you should’ve been more careful!’. a slightly wet smudge being smeared by shaking fingers right under his busted brow meant ‘i was worried’.

gunwook's eyes shot open and he realized you’re crying, crystal tears trickling down your face. 

“hey, it’s fine. i’m here now, i’m fine. look, i’m in one piece” he choked out and grabbed your hand to cup it against his right cheek. you just nodded your head, trying to silence the sobs “y/n…” 

you raised your other hand to your eyes, hiding your face into your elbow. 

“you’re so reckless” a muffled cry leaving your lips made his heart clench “and… and, it’s not even about the date anymore. i just wish i could fall asleep without worrying about you, about your life” 

you’re standing right in front of him, between his legs, shaking and crying. and gunwook felt helpless, also taken aback by your words. 

he knew you were worried about him but every time he’d miss a date because of his fights you would say you’re angry. angry because you didn’t get to go on it, angry because you wasted time preparing. 

now he just realized it was a lie. it was a cover up for your true feelings, for your energy draining and - so it seemed - endless worry. 

“you don’t have to worry about me, sunshine. i know i get home looking like something tan me over but i always win” gunwook hummed, his thumb tracing over your knuckles. you just shook your head, face still hidden in your elbow. 

your boyfriend moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down into his lap, ignoring the stinging bruises on his legs. 

instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and started crying your heart out into his shoulder. his large, calloused from fighting, hands found its way to your back. rubbing it in soothing motions, gunwook gave you time to let it all out and eventually calm down. ignoring his own aching wounds (the biggest one being the red muscle clenching inside his ribcage), he let the time pass. 

finally you leaned away, eyes puffed. gunwook immediately gently cupped your face with one of his hands, wiping the wet traces after your crystal tears. 

“you didn’t answer your phone” a faint, barely audible, whisper escaped your lips. gunwook moved his thumb and wiped it over your upper lip. 

“i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking” he replied honestly, locking eyes with yours. 

“i know you love boxing, wookie. but promise me…” your voice trailed off, hand wrapping around his wrist. gunwook looked at you expectantly, already willing to agree on anything “promise me to come back home safely. to me. please” 

“i promise” your boyfriend hummed and sealed the promise with a long, passionate kiss. despite his aching body - and even more aching heart upon seeing your state - he put all of his energy and life force into that kiss. and you felt that. because if there was something gunwook was passionate about other than boxing, it was you; loving you.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @haecien ,, @weird-bookworm

[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 1

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Summary: On his way home, Yunho stumbled upon someone with a pained voice. Curiosity winning the better of him, he found you, a calico hybrid, and decided you were his responsibility moving forward. Little did you know your life would change drastically, making new hybrid friends along the way, and becoming more adventurous than your old life with new experiences.

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader, Wooyoung x reader, Yeosang x reader, hinted San x Wooyoung, hinted Mingi x Yeosang, hinted San x Mingi, hinted Wooyoung x Yeosang, hinted San x Yeosang

This fic includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, smut, fluff, angst, minor mentions of death, Dance instructor!Yunho, Owner!Yunho, Vet doctor!Hongjoong, Fashion designer!Seonghwa, Owner!Seonghwa, Vocal professor!Jongho, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Dobermann hybrid!Yeosang, Husky hybrid!Mingi, Maine Coone hybrid!Wooyoung, switch!reader, Soft top!Yunho, switch!Yeosang, switch!San, Top leaning!San, switch!Mingi, switch!Wooyoung, Sub leaning!Wooyoung, cunnilingus, polyamory, threesomes, slow burn, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), creampies, breeding kink, blowjob, throat fucking, Consensual Somnophilia, possible established relationships, teasing, overstimulation, heats, begging, pet names, praise kinks, size difference, some dirty talk, hair pulling, sex toys, face sitting, fingering, voyeurism, squirt, swearing, bondage, slight possessiveness, choking, biting, love bites, eye contact, shower sex, floor sex, cockwarming, alcohol consumption, masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, scent kink

W.C: 7.6k

MDNI!!

“Thank you, please get home safe!”, It was a late and cold winter night in January. Snow barely stuck to the ground after weeks of its downfall allowing easier travels home instead of praying you wouldn’t slip on any black ice. Yunho stayed for ample time in his dance studio, wrapping up his playlist for next week’s classes and ensuring everything was clean for tomorrow's lesson. 

Exhaling, he could see how cold it was from the condensation he released. It just made him wrap the scarf around his neck even tighter, he can't afford to get sick right now. ‘The guys are most likely gonna want hot chocolate as an excuse for the cold’, he thought. Luckily, there was a convenience store on the way home from the dance studio, where he could pick up some snacks too. Yunho shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged down the sidewalk, most places are closed at this time considering it’s almost 11 pm. The only places that should be open are certain restaurants, clubs, and 24/7 convenience stores. Walking into the store, the clerk automatically greeted him as Yunho became a familiar face around here. Because of that, he’d get discounts if they felt extra nice that day, and if this specific clerk was in today.

“Busy night tonight?”, the clerk asked. Yunho subtly smiled, “Very. Booked classes for the rest of the week, I’m grateful though that I only have to teach 3 of them before I’m allowed to rest for a few days”, he stated matter of factly. The clerk empathized with him before allowing him to browse around the store. Yunho picked up the guy's favorite hot chocolate with marshmallows, cough drops, tea, limited edition snacks he hadn’t seen before that he felt they would like, and hand warmers. He always thinks about the ‘what if’ possibilities as he hates getting sick, he detests it. Yunho brought everything to the counter and swiftly paid for everything, thanking the store clerk for his hard work and wishing him a safe trip home. “Tell San and Mingi I said hello”. Yunho waved his goodbyes before proceeding his way to his house. 

He’s grateful that where he lives, his dance studio, and everything he needs are near him. One of the benefits of living in a city. He didn't live in the busiest parts of the town, maybe an hour or so away from the main part of it but it has its perks. He gets to live a quiet life, well semi-quiet considering he lives with two loud beings but other than that, it was silent for the most part. It was so hushed on the way home that he could hear a pin drop, except what he heard wasn’t exactly a pin. It sort of sounded like a mewl of some kind. He glanced behind him to see if maybe he was just hearing things or a stray animal. Furrowing his brows, he steered towards the alleyway in his direction and looked in it, squinting his eyes. It was dark, hard to make out anything until he heard the mewl again, louder this time.

“Hello?”, Yunho investigated, his words ricocheting off the walls. He second-guessed why he even said hello as if a stray animal could respond but waited for a reaction or response. Yunho tilted his head and almost proceeded to walk off until the mewl he heard this time sounded more painful. Curiosity getting the better of him, Yunho pulled out his phone and turned the flash on in the alleyway. He saw a woman with her head down, looking towards the ground, hair the length of her mid back and shielding her face, knees facing away from where he stood. Her palms faced upwards on either side of her body, registering that she was breathing slowly, She kept mewling in pain, appearing like she wanted to move but couldn’t. Yunho’s flight or fight activated immediately as he rushed towards her, “Excuse me mi-”, something he didn't see from his original position was that this lady had a long tail and cat ears, adorned with black, white, and orange. She’s a hybrid and from his knowledge a Calico type. She had bandages wrapped around her chest down to her midsection and her pelvis down to her mid-thigh, her tail wrapped around her arm, and ears flat on her head. She bored her eyes at the ground towards her legs.

“Are you hurt?”, Yunho questioned, inquisitively, trying not to alarm the hybrid before him. The nameless hybrid looked up, finally making eye contact with the golden-blonde male. Her lifeless and unreadable countenance gave little away, eyes dull and sunken. She switched from eye to eye, looking back at her lap in defeat. Yunho couldn’t understand why but was determined to get her to safety as the situation seemed grave. “Are you able to speak?”, he didn't get a response right away but she nodded timidly. “Do you want to speak to me right now?”, she negated which was more than understandable. “It’s cold out here, I can’t have you sitting outside by yourself like this. Do you mind if I bring you home? It's warmer there than out here”. She raised her head back up, looking at him wearily. Her eyes were glossy, something clearly must've happened to this hybrid considering how apprehensive she was, “I know a great doctor that specializes in hybrids, I can get you some help as well as food in your stomach, clothes, and a place to sleep if you allow me to bring you there. I don’t that far away”.

The calico hybrid hesitated again before nodding, giving her approval. Yunho wasted no time pulling up his contacts and calling his very close friend who’s a doctor. “Hongjoong hyung, it’s an emergency….No, it’s not about San or Mingi but I need you to come to my house as soon as possible”.

‘Hongjoong, San, Mingi…’, jotting down the names you heard him speak on the phone. You don’t exactly know why you were so trusting of him, allowing some stranger to take you home but you had to admit it was freezing. He seemed candid and didn't smell like bad news which gave you some reason to believe he would help you. Maybe you were desperate. Embarrassed and submitting yourself to him, you evaded your eyes from him as he got off the phone. You were uneasy because of your whole ordeal, currently in a vulnerable state, exposed to about anyone and anything and this stranger was finally the one person to stumble upon you to see you like this. 

“Are you able to stand?”, the stranger asked, you shook your head. Your legs feel dead after walking for so long without rest. You're convinced that your soles were bleeding or bruised. Suddenly, warmth surrounded your body. The stranger put his coat over your shoulders, it was long enough to cover your calves if you stood. He also removed the scarf he wore and wrapped it around yours to guarantee you wouldn't get sick. The stranger turned his back towards you, still kneeling, “Please hold on to my shoulders, I’ll bring you home”. Considering he’s risking his health for you, you held on with a tenacious grip. He carefully wrapped your legs under his arms, alleviating some pain before standing up and walking with you on his back out of the alleyway. As soon as the two of you left the alleyway, a gust of wind hit instantly. You felt terrible 

like you were burdening the man with these harsh temperatures. You attempted to wrap his coat over the both of you so that he wouldn't get blasted by the cold.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. We’re not too far, I promise”, he appreciated you being solicitous about him. You rested your cheek on the nape of his neck, letting yourself be carried to wherever. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, My name is Yunho. Hopefully, I can learn yours in time”, he spoke apologetically. Another name to jot down for later.

“....Y/n”, it came out as a whisper from how dry your throat was. Yunho turned his head slightly, eventually looking back in front of him. He was shocked that you spoke earlier than he anticipated, Yunho thought he’d have to wait a while to hear it. He would’ve honestly waited for however long it took for you to get comfortable to speak anyway, his heart warmed up instantly. “Y/n. What a pretty name”, he complimented you. Yunho couldn't tell but you feigned a smile. Happiness wasn’t something you could fake, especially in the condition you were in now. But you’ll fake it just this once, still on a thin line of trust with this stranger you just met….well…Yunho.

He at least wasn’t lying when he said he didn't live that far. It took him about 10 minutes to reach home. The whole time he was walking, it was rather quiet. Probably because he didn’t want to startle you or anything, preferring that it was for the best. Yunho rang the doorbell with his forehead since his arms were preoccupied with you and a bag in his grip. Five seconds passed before the door swung open. 

“Hyung do you know how late it…..is…”, you heard a male voice at the door, not bothering to look up, loathing at your current state. “Yes San-ah, I’ll get into details soon but I need you to do me a favor and prepare a glass of water. If there's any soup, please make some. Hongjoong hyung is on his way over soon”, Yunho strolled into his house, and the male who opened the door for him closed it as soon as he brought you in. 

“What smells like spoiled fruit?”, you heard another voice emit from somewhere, a more baritone voice. Much deeper than the first voice you heard at the door. Yunho sat you down on the living room couch. You gripped his coat tighter around your body since you were in an unfamiliar setting. “I’m not sure what you mean by that, we don't have fruit lying around and I feel like I would have smelt it”, Yunho placed the bag he was carrying on the table in front of the couch, “then again you do have heightened senses so.” Yunho kneeled before you, your eyes laser-focused on him, too scared to look up at the others surrounding you. “I’m gonna get a washcloth to wipe you down a bit. After my Vet friend gets here, I'll make sure you get a real bath”, Yunho reassures you, leaving you in the living room.

“She's the one that smells like spoiled strawberries and sour lemon”, the voice of the first male uttered to the other. Your ears, if possible, flattened even more on your head at his comments, “Oh no I’m sorry. I was just letting Mingi know where it was coming from”, if Mingi was the one that asked, you could mark off this voice belonging to San. “Way to go, idiot”, the deeper voiced male scowled, causing a huff from San because he made things awkward. He should've just kept his mouth shut. A thought came across your head, heightened senses? How did they know what your distressed scent smelt like? You took it upon yourself to finally face the two men, their appearances finally making sense. 

Yunho has two hybrids; one being a black cat hybrid and the other a husky hybrid. The Black cat hybrid dressed in a black shirt that laced up from the bottom up and molded along his burly body, exposing a bit of his chest, and wore black jeans that hugged his thighs beautifully. His hair appeared so silky, almost glinting against the fluorescent lights. A side part exposed some of his forehead and a pronounced beauty mark on his cheek. His ears were just as shiny as his hair and tail which swayed behind him. The husky hybrid was on the taller and broader side, not as much in the shoulders as the cat hybrid but he was colossal. His hair had a mix of white and black, his ears and tail mimicked those colors. He also had a beauty mark, it was more pronounced in your opinion than the cat hybrid next to him, pinpointed below his eye and on his cheek by his jawline. His lips were luscious and fleshy, not chapped in the slightest. He settled for a black shirt with a dark denim-washed jacket and baggy black jeans but he was decorated with jewelry. Chains around his neck, rings on his fingers, and bracelets to match. He appeared like the more flashy type out of the two. Their looks truly humbled you, you probably looked disgusting to them feeling more distressed and eyes glossing again.

“Hey hey, don’t be upset. San sometimes doesn't know how to read the room”, Mingi put his palms out, ears flicking as he earned a ‘Yah!’ from San. “You pointed it out first, I was just clarifying”, San pouted, his tail swaying low. San forgot the cup in his hand and handed it to you, “Are you able to drink this by yourself? Do you need a straw?”

You shook your head from side to side, gratefully accepting the glass of water. Learning that San and Mingi were hybrids comforted you, the fact that they were well taken care of showed that Yunho is probably as trustworthy as he seems. Downing the glass of water instantly, you smacked your lips a couple of times, exhaling deeply. “Another?”, San asked and you timidly nodded. He took the empty glass and refilled it, he decided to bring the pitcher of water in case you needed more. You took the cup from him again, taking smaller sips this time trying not to come off as desperate. “What’s your name?”, San inquired, he positioned himself on the floor with Mingi following along. They displayed high regard towards you, distancing themselves so you’re not uncomfortable. 

“Y/n..”, announcing more confidently this time since your throat isn’t dry and allowing yourself to relax. “Sorry for burdening you with my scent, I know I don’t smell all that great..”

Mingi pursed his bottom lip, “You don’t need to apologize for that. You’re tense and your stress signals are all over the place. May I ask what happened?”, Now it’s Mingi’s turn to look foolish as you look down at the glass. “Way to go”, San mocked Mingi, his tail hitting Mingi behind his back. Mingi tried hitting him back with his tail but it could only reach so far considering he isn't a cat hybrid, so he settled for just hitting his arm. San almost started bickering until Yunho approached with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. You finally took in his outfit, he wore a cream-colored top with a buttoned V-neck shirt and black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the protruding vein along his forearm and beautifully long fingers. 

“Boys, move away from her. You're probably suffocating y/n”, Yunho scolded them but not really, imperative that you aren’t. They listened well, moving from their spot on the floor just a few feet farther from you near the TV, having you still in their sight. Can you blame them? They were curious about you. “Sorry about them, they like meeting new hybrids so if they were bothering you please let me know”, the blonde male gave you a warm smile. You attempted to give a small one back but it quickly dropped. “I’m gonna wipe your face first”, he informed you in advance.

The warm washcloth ran across your face, removing any dirt or grime that could have been on it. He made sure to get around your eyes and under your chin. You honestly wanted to purr but fought the feeling. Moving your hair out of the way, he tended to your ears and neck, thoroughly cleaning the area before dipping the cloth back in the water. “Do you mind removing the coat so I can wipe down your arms and legs? I won’t do too much since I still plan on running you a bath. It’s just to make sure you feel more comfortable”. Taking the coat off and laying it next to you, Yunho mouthed to Mingi to put it away so he could continue tending to you. Mingi put the coat away swiftly, taking his previous spot back on the ground by San.

San and Mingi noticed you had bandages wrapped around your torso and pelvis but didn’t pry, rather waiting to find out when you were well acquainted. Yunho ran his cloth over your hands first noticing the scratches on them, getting in between your fingers and wiping away at any dirt he saw around your arms, chest, and back; whatever exposed skin he could get to. He hummed slightly, in his own world as he got everything he could. Lastly were your legs and feet, you had a slight bruise on your knees most likely due to the concrete. He didn't want to press the matter until Hongjoong arrived since he was not a medical professional. The bottom of your feet were also scratched and slightly swollen, making sure to wash off all the debris to remove any chance of infection. Once pleased with his work, he got up to throw the water out and put the washcloth in the hamper. 

You sat on the couch, feeling exposed in front of two hybrids whose tails swayed behind them out of curiosity as they watched you. Your hair covered half of your face, back, and chest. Your hands were in your lap, eyes darting back at the cup and the table fixed in front of you. You weren't sure where to look or what to do anymore without Yunho as a distraction. Ears were in it’s “airplane” mode and your tail wrapped tightly around your waist, too nervous and trying to comfort yourself. Luckily, the doorbell rang and Mingi shot up to answer it, “Hello, Hongjoong hyung”, he greeted, San waved from where he sat, now looking in the direction of where Mingi and the doctor were.

“Hi kids”, he said endearingly, San smiled genuinely at the nickname. Cautiously, Hongjoong walked to where you were and pulled a chair by you, “And hello there miss”, he greeted you with a heartfelt smile. You pulled your eyes from the glass in front of you. Was everyone around here handsome? His hair was a lighter blonde than Yunho’s and similar lengths to Mingi’s but the sides were shorter. He sported a black turtleneck and brown slacks with a bracelet or two on each wrist. His ears were decorated with multiple piercings and he had such a pretty nose. “What’s your name?”,

“Y/n”. San answered jovially, making Hongjoong hum. “Thank you so much for letting me know”. Yunho returned from the restroom, sighing in relief seeing that his close friend reached in time.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you to come and stop by. I saw her outside and couldn't leave her. I know you feel how cold it is out there”, Yunho seemed perturbed for how long you were in the alleyway. “Of course no problem. However, considering how late it is, I’m staying the night. Don’t worry, I’ll take this couch and leave in the morning. I just don’t feel like traveling home so late. The trains aren’t coming for the next 40 minute intervals”. Yunho agreed with his friend.

Hongjoong opened his case of medical supplies, reaching for gloves first and putting them on before grabbing a sterile metal pan on the table, “Now Miss Y/n, I will be examining you and asking you some questions. I know that there are lots of eyes on you right now in the room, would you like them to leave to allow you some privacy?”, he queried, placing a liner pad on top of the metal tray as he assembled all the necessary equipment for your check up. You scanned around the room, although you didn’t fully know them yet, you weren’t that uncomfortable. So you shook your head, assuring him that you were fine. Yunho had grabbed a chair himself and placed it on the opposite side of Hongjoong, arms crossed as he examined everything Hongjoong was doing.

“First things first, how old are you miss y/n”

“23”

“From what I see, you’re a calico hybrid, am I correct?”, you confirmed. “How long have you been outside?”

“About…3 months, almost 4”, you revealed, Hongjoong visibly perplexed, “you were out in this weather for that long?”, twiddling your thumbs, a small ‘yes’ escaped your lips. “How did you get in this position, Hun?”, he already gave you a nickname, how comforting. Honestly, the question itself was hard enough to answer but you’d rather answer it once than reiterate.

“My previous owner passed away” you started slowly. “They were going to take me away but I didn’t want to return to the hybrid center because I wanted to be wherever my owner was. Plus, as you may know, the older a hybrid gets, the less likely they’re chosen to get a home anyway. I didn’t want to risk that”, looking down at your hands, you closed them and placed them on your knees. “I was naive to the outside world as I was mainly an indoor cat so I easily trusted others….”

Hongjoong noticed how minuscule your voice got after that, he didn’t want to push anything out of you that you weren’t willing to share. “May I ask why you're wrapped in bandages? Did you get injured while outside?”. “No. My clothes had torn while traveling. I found these bandages after searching for food and had to cover myself some way. These are a month old now”.

Hearing this broke Yunho’s heart, he couldn’t fathom what it must’ve been like if he were in your shoes. The hybrids wore a saddened expression, ears flat on their heads. You noticed it right away and felt self-conscious. Yunho saw how you reacted, “San, is the soup done?”, diverging the attention from you so that Hongjoong could continue with questions. San immediately clocked what Yunho was trying to do, mentally slapping himself for making you feel bad unintentionally. 

“When was the last time you ate a proper meal that wasn’t scraps?”, Hongjoong hung the stethoscope around his neck, he was forbearing as he waited for your answer. “....about 2 months now”

‘I see”, Hongjoong jotted everything down, “considering you don’t want to return to the hybrid center, we’ll figure something out for you. In the meantime, I’m going to do the procedures now and take blood samples, okay?”. You hummed, acknowledging him. 

Hongjoong instructed you to plant your feet on the ground and to sit upright so he could wrap the blood pressure kit around your arm, squeezing the pressure ball. You felt it tighten and tighten before he released the pressure. Removing it from your arm, he clamped an oximeter on your finger and brought a thermometer under your tongue. Yunho kept a watchful eye on numbers, having seen this done several times for the boys, and to remind Hongjoong in case he forgot although he doubted he’d forget. He removed tools, wearing the stethoscope, and brought the metal to your chest, “Deep breaths”. You did what he asked, watching him move it to different parts of your torso and back. Hongjoong removed it and put it away. “You have a slight fever, especially since you've been out in this cold for a while. I’m glad it’s not pneumonia or anything worse so far. Your blood pressure is higher than it should but I’ll mark it off of you being stressed unless the blood work says otherwise”.

Nodding, you watched as he grabbed a tourniquet and tied it around your arm. Hongjoong wiped the area with an alcohol wipe as your vein slowly protruded before sticking a needle in it. You winced at the prick but you're confident you've felt worse. He grabbed a couple of vials and collected your blood to sample in his office later, after he was done he covered the needle mark with a bandaid. “Before I proceed with this next needle I must ask, when was your last heat?”

Sheepish, you answered him. “3 months ago”. A shocking revelation to the hybrids behind Hongjoong and Yunho. San had returned a while ago after checking on the soup, he was just naturally discreet. 

“Ah, really? That’s not good”. “Why? What will happen?”, Yunho expressed concern. “Heats are usually every other month. But with her position, stress levels, and possible trauma, her body wasn’t granting her to have one. All this means is that her next heat will be worse than what a hybrid usually experiences and it will last longer”. Hongjoong frowned, looking at his friend. “We’re going to have to decide what we’re going to do now before I administer this next shot.”

You watched the two blonde males before you waiting for an explanation. The doctor starts, “So miss y/n and Yunho. I’m going to need consent from both parties but mainly y/n. Would you allow Yunho to adopt you if the proposition was given to you? If you decline the offer, I can’t help but have to send you to a hybrid clinic but for older hybrids so you wouldn’t feel as terrible about getting adopted.”. Your heart started racing a mile a second about having to return to a hybrid clinic, “Yes, I would allow him to adopt me if it wouldn't be too much. Especially since I feel like I’m already invading the privacy of San and Mingi”

Mingi tried to play it off cooly like he wasn’t delighted to have another potential hybrid friend in the house, “you’re not invading our privacy at all, we’d love you here”, he feigned excitement as if his ears weren’t pointed up and his tail wagging ridiculously behind him. It hit San several times but he ignored his cries to relax. You genuinely smiled this time at how silly they were, now San’s tail is swaying faster because he adored your smile.

“Would you be interested in adopting y/n, Yunho?”, Hongjoong asked his friend. Yunho didn’t have to think hard about it, reverencing your wishes on not wanting to be put in a clinic. But you’d have to be the last hybrid he gets because he doesn’t have enough space after you. “Of course”, he respectfully bowed to you, displaying his gentleness for you. You bowed back.

“Great. Then it’s settled. I have the adoption papers in my case for you both to sign and then I’ll bring it to my office tomorrow to place you in the system.”. He halted the last bit of the procedures, removing his gloves to hand you the paper so you could examine the consent form and see if you agreed. You signed after reading it all, giving the paper to Yunho, signing his signature.

‘Hyung, we have a new friend’, Mingi exclaimed enthusiastically to San, causing Yunho to shake his head at them and chuckle, wrapping up the signing. 

“Trust me miss y/n”. I’ve known Yunho for a very long time, he’s the kindest spirit around and a gentle giant”, Yunho playfully brushed off Hongjoong’s sappy words, “as for those two knuckleheads over there” earning a ‘hey!’ from Mingi, “you’ll be more than entertained. They love making friends and meeting new hybrids. They have two other hybrid friends that you’ll most likely meet soon. However, I do have to let their owner know to give you some time to adapt before you meet them because one is known to be a handful and doesn’t know what personal space is. I don't want you to get suffocated by him.”, he mentioned candidly. Two more hybrids? You wondered what breeds they would be.

“For the last three procedures, I do have to check your urethra and insert an IUD. Urethra to make sure there isn’t any blockage and IUD considering I don't know how you’ll plan to handle your heat but I doubt Yunho would want kittens running around. It’s also mandatory until you are 100 percent sure you want them, then he’d have to accommodate”, Hongjoong stared him dead in the eyes, “you’d have to accommodate her”.

“Hyung, I heard you the first time”, Yunho chuckled. “I know, I just like to reiterate. Especially since she’s officially your first female hybrid. I’ll leave a list of heat hotels and prescribe suppressants in the morning to have them sent expedited the same day because we don’t know when her heat will come”.

Hongjoong put on new gloves, grabbing the contraception and an alcohol wipe. He cleaned a spot in your inner forearm and carefully inserted it inside your arm. It hurt of course but you handled it like a champ, earning a ‘good girl’ from Hongjoong. Finally, he picked up a needle full of clear liquid, releasing any air bubbles. “This is a pheromone enhancer. I wanted to do this last because she’d be more easily persuaded to do things she probably wouldn’t have wanted to do in her normal state. That’s why I asked for her consent for the adoption papers and such”, he educated Yunho since he never had this done to San and Mingi as they never needed it. Hongjoong turned to you, “It’s gonna make you more sensitive but only for a while. It will wear off in an hour or two. It will relieve any stress you are experiencing and amplify pheromones but will make the urethra procedure more comfortable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. But my scent isn’t that great right now, I don’t think San and Mingi want to smell spoiled fruit any longer”, you winced at your own words. ‘That’s what Mingi meant earlier’, Yunho mentally noted.

“One, they can live”, Hongjoong said abrasively yet playfully. “Two, It will return your scent to normal instantly and when it wears off it will stay normal until your levels of distress are heightened again so there’s no need to worry hun”, he smiled towards you. You were relieved, giving him an ‘okay’ to administer the shot. He cleaned a spot on the top part of your other arm, injecting it in. Immediately, your arm felt hot. “Yunho, something I need from you”, you began to purr softly, tail unwrapping from your waist and swaying behind you. Your ears were raised and your skin felt raw but in a good way.

“Oh…”, Mingi’s tail stopped swaying fast and instead lowered a bit, swaying slower. San’s tail swayed softer, inhaling the new scent you were releasing. “She…she smells of..”, San started but Mingi finished, “chocolate musk and strawberry”. You blushed at their reaction, looking at Yunho’s eyes, not bothering to tear them away from him.

“Yes hyung?”, Yunho stared back for a bit, seeing how your personality changed from one shot. 

“Get those two out of here. I’m not saying they’ll do anything, it's more so that the urethra procedure is more exposing. Bring a towel, run a warm bath for her, and prepare fresh clothes. You’re going to have to buy her clothes of course and toiletries like pads and tampons. I know you have an extra guest room, that should be hers and she’ll need a lock on her door in case there are times she wants to isolate and be by herself. She also just deserves her privacy. Her meal plan for the next week will have to be light soups, noodles, and oatmeal before you give her solids because she is malnourished. And in case her heat comes and she doesn’t want to spend it with anyone, please get her some heat toys. It is safer for her to spend her heat with someone though”, Hongjoong finished laying down a whole list for Yunho. 

He got to work right away seeing as your purring became more audible. Your tail wrapped around Hongjoong’s arm, catching his attention. He pet your head, making you lean into his touch. “Boys, head to your room, come on. You’ll see y/n tomorrow”. Mingi and San stood up, wishing you a good night before heading to their rooms. Yunho grabbed a towel for Hongjoong, gaining a ‘thank you’ from the older male. He left you alone so Hongjoong could finish the last of the procedures. A warm bath was run for you upstairs, venturing to his room to find clothes small enough for you. He felt bad, wishing he prepared better but how would he have known you'd come into his life suddenly. From his closet, he reached for a black long sleeve, boxers, grey sweatpants, and socks. He brought the clothes to the bathroom down the hall, placing them on the toilet seat; the hybrids have their bathroom downstairs but since the guest room is upstairs, you might as well share the bathroom upstairs with him. He provided an extra toothbrush for you, the one thing he was grateful for was that his body wash was vanilla scented. He didn’t like the harsh scents that were considered “overly manly” because they never appealed to him.

Yunho heard his name being called from downstairs, marching his way downstairs. Hongjoong took his gloves off and packed his tools away. “Everything’s done, her urethra isn’t blocked luckily. Again, I’ll be here on the couch and plan on leaving early in the morning to give in these samples and hand in the adoption papers. You can take her to bathe now, but make sure she eats after her bath. I don’t want her sleeping with an empty stomach”. Hongjoong pet your head again, “have a good rest sweetheart”.

“You too”, you replied. The towel Yunho brought downstairs was wrapped around your waist, Hongjoong had disposed of your old bandages from your pelvis but kept your top one on. Raising your arms, you reached for Yunho to carry you since your feet were still out of commission. Yunho gladly picked you up bridal style so the towel wouldn't slip off you. After the two flights of stairs, he sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub and locked the door behind him.

“So…”, he clapped his hands, his ears turned red.

“So…”, you repeated his words, tail still swaying behind you.

“Are you comfortable with me washing you or would you like to do it yourself? I’ll be right out the door if anything.”

“You technically did earlier, I don’t see why not”, you shrugged, no longer feeling uncomfortable. You’re not wrong but you get why he’s asking, “I’m fully aware of what’s happening you know so don’t feel uncomfortable or feel like you’re taking advantage of me”. 

Yunho eased a bit after that. “Okay. I’m going to remove these bandages now”. He grabbed the end piece of the bandage, unraveling it off your chest until it fully exposed you, chest and all. He turned around and discarded the bandage into the garbage. Yunho turned your legs to dip them into the tub, removing the towel from your waist to submerge yourself in the warm water. It reached your chest, making you want to relax deeper into it. You close your eyes and immerse yourself in this experience that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now”, Yunho chuckled, he dipped a washcloth into the water and poured some vanilla body wash on it. Feeling him scrub your back felt amazing, it felt like it’s been a millennium since your last wash. Your purrs amplified even more, only because you felt content. You let him run the cloth over the front of your chest and down your torso, almost placing your head on his arm. Yunho grabbed your arm, scrubbing both of them, “am I being too rough?”

“Not at all”, Your chest vibrated, “It feels amazing”. Yunho blushed at your words, happy to see you more serene than on edge like earlier. You could see how reluctant he was to go any lower, “I could do it if you don’t want to”, grabbing the cloth out of his hand. 

“Thank you”. Yunho gathered water to pour it over your head, placing a hand over your forehead to shield your face from the water. One thing he forgot to reach for was his shampoo and conditioner. As he got up to grab it you cleaned your lower half, wanting to react but didn’t want to startle him. You were still sensitive to the shot given by Hongjoong. 

Yunho carefully washed your scalp, thoroughly getting every inch before grabbing a comb and combing from the bottom up to untangle. He’s never had hair this long but he’d rather take his time detangling it than ripping it out. 

“Yunho..”, you peeped after minutes of silence. “Yes y/n?”. “Thank you for finding me and taking me in. It doesn't feel right for me to invade your home but you never made it seem like I was a bother and you’re very gentle just like Hongjoong had mentioned earlier. I would’ve been fine with the check up from him and put back outside”.

Yunho frowned at that statement, “I wouldn’t have allowed that. Hybrid or not, I still would’ve helped you because that's just human decency. I know people in the world lack it but it’s something engraved in me since I was small”.

“That’s a beautiful trait to have. We need more of that”, your eyes fluttered, staring at the wall. He could sense something was still wrong but you’ll open up eventually he pondered. Yunho washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair, “are you able to stand for me to dry you?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course”

“No. My feet are pretty beat up, I’m so sorry”, you felt pathetic.

“No need to apologize, seriously. I’ll take care of you till you can and so will the boys”. You’re glad your intuition was right about trusting him and lucky enough to see that he had hybrids himself. He helped you sit on the tub’s edge again, pushing the mat by it to catch the water before swinging your legs over and onto it.

Yunho grabbed a separate towel, briefly squeezing the water out of your hair, and wrapped it in it. The other towel he had prepared for you was used to dry you. “I hope you don’t mind the boxers or oversized clothes. This is all I had. We can order some stuff in the morning”. You nodded, you weren’t bothered at all by the clothes. It’s better than bandages in the cold. He dressed you quickly, admiring how the sleeves bunched so much around your arms and pants legs. He acknowledged that the pants weren’t hybrid friendly but you didn’t seem bothered. Yunho was going to brush your teeth for you but you wanted to do it yourself since it’s something you can at least do. He settled for blow drying your hair so you didn’t go to bed with wet hair.

After everything was done, he lifted you bridal style and brought you back downstairs to eat something at least. He knew brushing your teeth before eating was redundant but you had to eat. Hongjoong was dead asleep on the couch, snoring like some old man. Yunho sat you at the dining table a couple of feet away from the living room area so he could prepare some soup in a bowl for you. You admired his house layout, it was a bit bigger than your previous place but the ceilings were a little higher. Pieces of artwork were displayed throughout the house and had a nice backyard with a sliding glass door that was fenced off. The dining table was made of black and white marble so it looked expensive, you wondered what he did for a living.

Yunho came back with a decently sized portion of soup and noodles. Placing it in front of you, you thanked him and drank some of the broth first with a spoon, indulging in the rich flavor it offered. He took a seat across from you, watching you eat. You seemed so focused on the soup, eating desperately because this was the first home-cooked meal in months.

“I might have to call out of work in the morning to watch over you”, Yunho considered, he didn’t want to leave you immediately without seeing what your first day in a new setting would be like. “I wouldn’t want to risk getting income because of me”, Yunho shrugged at your comment.

“I wouldn’t be coming home until later again and I’d rather hurry and get your necessities. Plus, my other dance teacher will live without me”

Your ears rose, learning something new about him. “You’re a dance teacher?”. Yunho nodded, which explains why he’s so lean. Tall too, at least an inch taller than Mingi. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have imagined”

Yunho’s ears turned red, “what did you think I was?”.

“An actor”, you deadpanned, “you have such a handsome face, handsome people are usually actors”.

Yunho smiled at the compliment, “Acting was one of my dreams but dancing was always my passion and now I get to teach it”, pride swelling his chest.

“Must be lovely to live your dream”, you complimented, finishing half of your soup. 

“Do you have one?”, he questioned

“Hmm..”, you knew what it was but it was sort of unrealistic because it wasn’t a common thing, “I did like drawing growing up but my passion has always been singing. I always wanted to be a singer but it’s not common amongst hybrids”.

“Why not still do it anyways? You can sing at open mics or karaoke or write your own music. I have a friend who is a singing teacher, he can help you with anything you need”.

“Do you have friends in every job field?”, you chuckled.

“No but it sure does feel like it sometimes”, Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, “plus I don’t have that many friends, I would rather have a small group than a whole group of fake ones”. You respected that, finishing your soup. Yunho noticed the bowl was done, “would you like another bowl or are you good for tonight?”

“I’m good for tonight, if there’s more in the morning I’ll eat some then”, Yunho grabbed the bowl and put it in the sink, washing out every residue before placing it in the dishwasher. Making his way back to you, he lifted you bridal style and led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Inside the room was a queen-sized bed with blue sheets, a blanket and pillow set, two nightstands with a lamp on either side, a dresser, a closet, and a push-out window. “This will be your new room. We’ll get to decorate it how you want it soon but please, get as comfortable as you like”. Yunho placed you on the soft bed, slightly sinking into the plush mattress. It's been a while since you’ve laid on a bed, in a nice room and its warmth. It was hard to take in that you’ll no longer be on the streets. “If you need me, my room is two doors down, right next to the bathroom. Please do not hesitate to call me, shout even. I will be there”. Yunho had a serious look on his face, he’d risk not only his health but sleep for you if he had to. “Do you need anything before I leave?”.

You shook your head, feeling the effects of the shot wearing off. “No, please get some rest, Yunho. You've done more than enough for me”, you said honestly. Yunho gave it a second thought but he pet the top of your head anyways, “Goodnight y/n”. He turned around to walk out the door to save himself from potential embarrassment. 

Before he walked out of the room, you called his name. Yunho turned his head to face you, “Goodnight”. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed before leaving the room.

Ultimately, you were left by yourself in a foreign room that was now considered yours. Did you imagine this is a million years? No, not for a million more at least. But you’re more than grateful to have been brought in. You hadn’t called Yunho before he left to tell him goodnight, but because you wanted to sleep in his bed with him for comfort. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Although you’ve been reassured many times that you weren’t invading, bothering, or being a burden to anyone, you always felt like that inside. So you planned on handling yourself independently before asking him for comfort, he’s been nothing but sweet anyway. Instead, you’re looking forward to what the next few days, months, and hopefully years will bring for you. You can’t wait to officially meet Mingi and San properly and their other two hybrid friends. You haven’t had this many hybrid friends since….

Well… that’s enough for right now. You decided to try and sleep, it's been days since you slept properly. Placing the blanket over your shoulders with your head hitting the soft pillows, you attempted to fall asleep. You’d soon realize that tonight’s sleep would shortly be another unsuccessful one.

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[niki-phoria]

花樣年華

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 912

notes: inspired by in the mood for love bc it's my fav movie, i'm not sure how much sense this makes if you haven't seen the movie lol, begging and pleading on my knees pls dm me if you also like bae173, this is barely proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33

the night is filled with the heavy pattering of rain and the flickering glow of streetlights. no matter how quickly you race along the sidewalk, you can’t seem to escape the raindrops falling from above. taking a sharp right, you turn into a nearby alleyway. 

the small awning you find shelter beneath is a familiar one. you had grown accustomed to it - the noise of ceramic dishes clattering against each other from the nearby restaurant; the stray cats that would occasionally pace around the dumpsters searching for food; the kisses you would steal in the night. the cover overhead shielded you from the prying eyes of others. it protected you from the weight of your own feelings. 

you sigh quietly as you begin staring into space. stray droplets splash back up from the asphalt and land on the tips of your shoes. the sound of puddles splashing accompanies PARK SUNGHOON’S heavy footsteps as he runs through the alleyway, only slowing down once he reaches your side. from the corner of your eye, you just barely catch the way he folds his umbrella back inwards before leaning it back against the wall beside you. 

for a moment you just stand there; your bodies are side by side as you listen to the comforting noise of the heavy rainfall. sunghoon folds and unfolds his hands anxiously. he opens his mouth and then closes it. his mind races with possibilities of what to say before he finally settles on, “it’s raining so hard.”

you hum quietly. “mrs. suen thinks it’ll be good for the crops.”

sunghoon takes a step closer. his eyebrows furrow slightly when he leans in. he tentatively rests his hand against your cheek, examining your features in the darkness. “what were you thinking?” he chuckles almost exasperatedly. “it’s cold out. you’ll get sick.” 

“i wasn’t planning on being out this late,” you shrug. “i only came to get some noodles.” 

sunghoon purses his lips. his shoulders falter, but his hand doesn’t fall from its place against your cheekbone. instead, he runs his thumb against your skin. silence hangs heavy in the air. for a moment, you’re not sure if he wants you to pull away. if you should. 

“thank you for meeting me,” he finally says. “i know it was short notice.” 

you nod. “what did you want to talk about?” 

“i think you already know,” he sighs. your stomach twists itself into knots when his hand falls away from your face. despite yourself, you frown softly at the lost warmth. sunghoon pushes a hand through his hair. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily before he takes another deep breath. 

your throat feels uncomfortably dry. you swallow harshly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze once again. “i didn’t think you’d fall in love with me.”

sunghoon chuckles dryly. he looks down at the ground as he kicks a small pebble beneath his foot. “i didn’t either.” 

this time, the silence is unbearable. you wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably. the night is cold. the rain makes it even colder. and now the weight of sunghoon’s words hang heavy in the air. 

“do you ever think about it?” he finally asks. sunghoon turns, finally meeting your gaze once again. for just a second, you swear you can see the glint of tears in his eyes. “being together?”

you purse your lips. amidst the indiscernible chatter coming from the nearby restaurant and the still-heavy rainfall, you murmur, “of course i do.” 

his hands curl into fists at his sides. he steps closer - so close that you can almost feel his breath ghosting against your face. sunghoon moves quickly. his hands cup your cheeks as he leans in until there are only centimeters between you. “i love you,” he whispers. “i love you. i want to be with you.” he pauses. his eyes shut as he takes a breath. “please tell me you want this too.” 

“sunghoon,” you find yourself moving without thinking. your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. your heart beats erratically in your chest. “i love you too.” 

the man in front of you freezes for a moment. and then-

his lips meet yours in a flash. you get lost in the flurry of emotion. your fingertips tangle into the fabric of his jacket while his hands slide to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. sunghoon’s lips feel soft against your own. you gasp when he nips at your bottom lip, making him chuckle in response. it’s hard to focus on anything but him. 

when you finally pull away, you’re breathless. your lungs burn in your chest and you feel a little dizzy. “was that okay?” sunghoon asks. 

“it was perfect.” 

sunghoon steps out from beneath the awning. raindrops slide down the slides of his sleek black umbrella in waves. he pauses, hesitates for a moment, and then turns to face you once again. the warmth of his hand contrasts against the otherwise frigid night. somehow, sunghoon’s body fits perfectly with your own. his fingers slide until your hands are intertwined. you follow his lead, stepping out from beneath the awning and joining him under the safety of his umbrella. 

sunghoon smiles brightly. he tucks you closer to him until you’re both huddled together. “are you ready to go?” 

“yeah,” you say softly. for the first time that night, you can’t hide your smile. you gently squeeze his hand as you nod. “let’s go home.” 

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[sensorytuna]

── LOVE ME NOT.

part one . part two .

synopsis . as the guidance counselor of south park middle school, you support students, parents, teachers and administrators to ensure that the highest levels of student success can be obtained. but when two children with familiar last names keep on landing themselves a trip to your office, you're left with no choice but to break no contact and call two men that you have dug deep in your past.

notes . occasional swearing, age gap change between the mccormick siblings and broflovski brothers, lowercase intented, aged up chatacters (in their 20s) a choose your own ending series

♡ : kyle broflovski / kenny mccormick (K2) x reader

- your office is a mess of paperwork, a half-eaten granola bar, and stress-induced regret when the clock hits 4:30PM

- "so," you start

- "why am i seeing you two again?"

- ike broflovski and karen mccormick sat across from you, both in their respective chairs like two gremlins awaiting judgment

- you are one bad argument away from strangling them both

- you sigh, rubbing your temples as you glance at the two kids

- both of them have matching indifferent expressions like this is a normal tuesday for the two of them

- (which unfortunately it is)

- "didn't do anything," ike shrugs

- karen snorts at that

- ike is staring at the ceiling like it just personally insulted his entire family

- karen is slouched in her seat, legs stretched out with her hood up

- she's a sweet child, really

- until ike roped her into—

- "uh-huh," you flip through the files and the angry comments from their advisors in colorful sticky notes

- "let's see—oh wow, property damage? do i even wanna know?"

- ike grins like a little shit while karen shrugs, still not looking at you

- "depends," he says

- "do you want plausible deniability?"

- you pinch the bridge of your nose

- "okay, whatever. we'll get to that later."

- you spin your chair to the voip phone resting on your table, grabbing the handset and furiously dialing the phone numbers you saw from the scribbled emergency contacts in both kids' information files

- first up; mrs. broflovski

- ring... ring... ring...

- suddenly, in full speaker mode—

- "hello! you’ve reached the broflovski residence! if this is about a fundraiser, we already donated! if this is about a petition, send me the link and i’ll sign it! if this is about a complaint—just know that i am a mother, and i will not tolerate any nonsense about my family! leave a message after the beep, and i’ll get back to you when i can. kisses!"

- there's a short pause at that

- followed by a muffled "sheila, you need to shorten that—" before the voicemail cut off

-

- you hung up without leaving a message

- ike sighed loudly at the end of the voicemail, rolling his eyes

- "told you she wouldn't come here"

- karen snorts, who had been listening to the voicemail too

- you weren't even sure if you should call mrs. mccormick

- but you try to anyway

- ring... ring... ring...

- "yeah?"

- it's gruff, vaguely annoyed, sound just like mrs. mccormick herself

- "uh.. mrs. mccormick?" you start

- karen straights up slightly

- there's a pause, then a long drag of a cigarette

- "who's askin'?"

- you take a deep breath

- "this is the school counselor. i'm talking about karen."

- there's another pause

- in the background, there's a muffled voice of man speaking

- "who the hell is that?"

- carol sighed like speaking was too much effort for her, "the school."

- more muffled grumbling, then carol comes back to you

- "she ain't dead, is she?"

- your stomach twisted at that mere thought

- karen shook her head, going "god dammit, mom..." under her breath

- "no! no, she's—she's fine. but she and a friend got into some trouble at school, and we need a guardian to come in."

- more silence

- she takes a slow drag on the other side, then a sharp sniff like she was holding back a yawn

- suddenly

- "yeah, that ain't happenin'."

- you blink

- "i'm sorry?"

- "i said, that ain't happenin'. whatever it is, tell her don't do it again. there. problem solved. 'kay, bye."

- click

- she hung up

- you stare at the handset with an unreadable expression before putting it back in the voip

- right

- that went just as how you expected it to be

- karen bit the inside of her cheek, scoffing before looking away

- you took the hint of saying nothing about that before glancing down at your own phone

- being a guidance counselor pays off apparently, judging by the current model of your phone

- you still have their numbers

- kyle and kenny

- you pause at the sight of their contact names, your hands beginning to get all clammy at the abrupt thought of them

-

- you text kyle first

- you: ike is in my office again. your mom isn't answering, come get him

- in under any circumstances DO NOT CALL: are you serious

- in under any circumstances DO NOT CALL: jesus christ i'll be there in five minutes

- you let out a sigh of relief you didn't realize you were holding before going to kenny

- you: karen's here, your parents said fuck no so can you come by

- scam likely: lol what did she do this time

- you: kenny

- scam likely: yeah yeah i'm coming over

— ♡ —

- kyle arrives first

- you hear his footsteps down the hall, brisk and determined

- your office door swings open and there he is

- dressed in business casual, sleeves rolled up, glasses on, looking like he just walked out of an important meeting that he absolutely had to interrupt to deal with his brother’s bullshit

- damn

- "ike," he gritted his teeth

- "are you fucking kidding me?"

- "wasn't me," ike immediately counters while kyle took a seat on the couch

- "oh my god."

- you clear your throat, hiding your smirk

- "kyle—"

- "sorry," he says, shaking his head

- "hi. long time, no see."

- he gives you an awkward smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes

- possibly because he's holding in the urge to strangle his brother right in front of you

- "thanks for calling me."

- he turns back to ike, his curt smile immediately disappearing

- "i'm telling mom when we get home, dipshit."

- just then, the door creaks open once more

- kenny peeks his head in, looking far less rushed

- "hey babe,"

- you blink

- "excuse me?"

- his grin widens, "sorry, force of habit."

- that was NOT a force of habit

- kenny steps inside, still in his car workshop uniform like he's visiting an old friend

- technically

- he is

- "hey kenny!" karen grins, looking at her brother

- "hey sweetheart," kenny greets back, ruffling her hair while he sat down beside kyle

- "so what's the damage?"

- "yeah, they broke the sink."

- kenny snorts, whereas kyle groans

- a sharp contrast between the two

- "hell yeah, that's my girl."

- "christ, dude. nothing changed about you."

- you sigh

- "okay, okay. let's just... deal with this."

- "so what's the punishment? detention? suspension?" kyle looks at you, expecting you to be the other adult in the room

- you glance at kenny, who's sitting beside him like he lives here

- and then your eyes wander to the kids, completely unbothered

- "it's a one month suspension. they broke a damn sink in the bathrooms."

- kyle scoffed, running his hands through his face

- "great job, sweetie." kenny grins, fist-bumping karen

- this is gonna be a long day

TWO DAMN BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 😜😜😜😜 (want a part 2? it's coming soon teehee)

[kaiyunsim]

restless—

pairing : idol best friend!jisung x gn!reader

summary : after a night of many shots of soju, a drunk confession slips before fans rush in, creating an awkward hungover morning.

warnings : fluff, SLIGHT angst, fans are kinda annoying tbh, drunk jisung (duh), drunk reader, both get hungover

a/n : o m g. tbh i might open requests for jisung cuz he is SAUR cute omg please (one chance jisung🙏). for the pookie @the0p

queueing : kitchen - sza, table of one - natalie jinju, restless - bibi

— wc : 4.0k — not proof read —

you and jisung have always been close. friends, mostly. the kind of friends who joke around, goof off, and sometimes even share your secrets. you’re sitting at a bar together tonight, the dim lights and the soft hum of chatter making the atmosphere cozy, but there's something in the air. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it’s jisung being a little too close, or maybe it's just you finally admitting that you have a crush on your best friend.

"hey," jisung says, his voice just a little louder than usual as he nudges your arm. "are you feeling it yet?"

he's already a few drinks in, his face flushed and his smile big and goofy, though it's clear he’s trying to keep it cool. you laugh, maybe a little too loud, and glance at the soju bottle in front of you. you've only had a couple of shots, but it's already hitting you.

"i think so," you say, letting your words slur a bit. "you?"

jisung snickers, leaning back in his chair, clearly already tipsy. "me? i'm gone," he says, slurring the words with an exaggerated pout. "but i'm having fun. this is great."

you grin at his antics. jisung has always been playful, but tonight, there's something else about him. maybe it's the way his hair falls into his eyes, or how his hand keeps brushing against yours when you both reach for your drinks. either way, you’re feeling a little more nervous than usual, like the buzz from the alcohol is making you more aware of his every movement.

"yeah, this is great," you agree, a little breathless.

jisung’s grin widens, and he leans closer, his face inching toward yours as he teases, “you know, i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with you this much. it’s kinda fun."

you laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. "what, like we don’t hang out enough?"

he gives you a playful look, then nudges your shoulder with his. “nah, i mean, this feels different, y’know? i dunno, maybe it’s the soju talking,” jisung says, his voice a little quieter now, but there’s an undercurrent to it that you can’t quite place.

you dismiss it. the alcohol's starting to make everything a little hazy, and you’re starting to feel warm in all the right places. it’s easy to ignore things like that when you’re tipsy, right?

"yeah, maybe," you say, trying to make the words sound light, even though you can’t quite ignore how his shoulder is still brushing against yours. "you’re just drunk."

jisung smirks, and for a moment, you think he might say something more. but instead, he leans back in his chair, slinging his arm over the backrest and looking at you with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. “i’m drunk, but you’re tipsy,” he teases. "i think that means you're the more responsible one tonight."

"ha," you chuckle, shaking your head. "i think you’re wrong."

he grins, but then his smile softens, just a little. “no, seriously. you’re good at this,” jisung says, voice surprisingly sincere as he looks at you. “i think you’re always good at... things. you know? like, you’re just... cool. i’ve always thought that.”

you blink, surprised by his words, but your mind doesn’t quite connect the dots. tipsy and just a little too giggly, you shrug it off. “what? i’m just me,” you reply with a laugh, knocking back another shot of soju. "don’t get all serious on me now, we're just here to have fun."

jisung laughs, too, though his is a little quieter, like he’s holding back something. “yeah, yeah,” he says, clearly trying to play it off, but his eyes linger on you longer than usual. you don’t notice. instead, you're distracted by the bright lights and the buzz of the crowd around you. maybe this whole evening is just that. a fun night, nothing more. at least, that’s what you try to convince yourself.

the night continues in a blur of laughter, more drinks, and random conversations. you and jisung joke about everything, from the music playing in the background to the awkward waiter who keeps glancing over at your table. but there's a shift in jisung. the more you watch him, the more you realize he’s been acting differently, a little more touchy than usual, brushing against your arm more often, leaning in just a little closer when he speaks.

you catch him staring at you once, and when he notices you’ve seen, he quickly looks away, his face turning red. you laugh, thinking it’s just the alcohol talking. after all, jisung’s always been a little... unpredictable. especially when he’s drunk.

"what’s up with you?" you ask, leaning over to nudge him playfully. "getting shy now?"

jisung shrugs, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “nah,” he says, voice lower than usual. “just... uh... thinking about stuff.”

“thinking about what?” you ask, genuinely curious, though you’re starting to feel the alcohol take full effect. your words slur a little as you lean against the table, trying to focus on jisung.

he hesitates, the playful glint in his eyes dimming for just a moment, before he grins again. "nothing. just drunk thoughts." he laughs, but it’s not quite the same carefree laugh he’s been giving all night. it feels... different. feels... nervous.

but you’re too tipsy to care. “yeah, right,” you mutter, brushing it off with a wave of your hand. “drunk thoughts are the best.”

“uh-huh,” jisung says, a little too seriously. "best thoughts ever."

the night is a blur of laughter and the warm glow of soju, the alcohol slowly building up inside both of you. your words slur and mix with giggles, your head growing heavier as the evening drags on. it’s fun, though. so much fun. jisung is always a good time, and tonight, with the alcohol loosening your thoughts, everything feels like it’s just a little bit more intense than usual.

the conversation shifts, and jisung, now thoroughly drunk, becomes more playful, teasing you in that way he always does. his hand brushes against your shoulder, a subtle touch, but it lingers a little longer than necessary. the warmth of his hand on your skin sends a flutter through you, and your heart skips a beat.

"you know," jisung says, his voice quieter now, the usual playfulness in it replaced with something softer. it catches your attention, the sudden shift in tone. "i really like spending time with you. a lot."

you freeze, blinking up at him. the words settle into your mind, but they don’t quite make sense. maybe it’s the soju talking. maybe you’re just imagining things. "what, like... friends, right?" you ask, laughing nervously, hoping it’s just a passing comment. but there’s something in jisung’s eyes. something that says not to take it at the surface level.

jisung’s eyes widen, and he leans in just a little closer. his face is flushed, but he doesn’t look away. "no... i mean, yeah, but..." his voice falters slightly, and you can see the hesitation in his movements. "i mean... i kinda think i like you. more than a friend. i’ve liked you for a while, actually. like, a long while."

your breath catches in your throat, the words ringing in your ears. you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. did he just..? was he really saying that? jisung, your best friend, the one who always joked around with you, the one who made everything feel easy. he’s telling you he likes you? more than a friend?

your heart starts to race. the room seems to spin slightly, but it’s not from the alcohol, it’s from the sudden shift in reality. jisung likes you. he’s saying it so openly, so honestly, and yet... you don’t know how to react.

before you can respond, a loud voice breaks through your dazed thoughts. "hey! jisung!" a group of fans suddenly appear, calling his name excitedly, their eyes bright with recognition. jisung snaps out of his daze, his gaze moving from you to the group of girls now approaching your table.

"oh, uh," jisung stammers, his face flushing an even deeper red, his playful demeanor snapping back into place like a mask. he sits back in his chair too quickly, almost knocking over his drink, and gives the fans a wide, charming smile. "yeah, yeah! sure! let’s take a picture!"

you sit frozen, unsure of what just happened. jisung’s confession, the words hanging in the air, but now replaced by the sudden rush of fans wanting attention. it’s like the moment never happened at all.

your mouth feels dry, and you try to shake the confusion off, but your mind is still reeling. jisung likes you. more than a friend. it doesn’t seem real. it’s too much to process, especially with the alcohol clouding your judgment. the fans crowd around jisung, and you watch as he laughs and poses for selfies, sliding easily back into his idol persona.

you look down at the shot glass in front of you, swirling the liquid inside absentmindedly. your fingers feel unsteady, and your thoughts are racing. should you tell him you feel the same way? should you do something about it? the words are there, sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they don’t come out. you’re still too caught in the rush of everything, the soju, the fans, the unexpected confession.

jisung doesn’t even glance back at you. his attention is fully on the group of fans now surrounding him, taking pictures and chatting. you should be happy for him. after all, this is his world. you’ve seen it countless times. his fans, his charm, his ability to shift from casual to idol mode with a single smile. but tonight... tonight feels different. it feels like you’re on the outside looking in.

you sigh quietly to yourself, pushing the thoughts away. you’re tipsy, it’s fine. jisung’s probably just drunk and being silly. he doesn’t really mean it, right? maybe he was just feeling sentimental or had too much to drink. the way he’s acting now, laughing with fans, the flirtatious glint in his eyes, it all seems so... normal.

“hey, you okay?” a fan asks, noticing you sitting quietly at the table, away from the group.

you give a half-hearted smile, nodding. “yeah, just... just tired. too much soju,” you mutter, your voice low, not really wanting to explain the thoughts racing through your head. “nothing to worry about.”

they nod and return their attention to jisung, and you’re left alone again. a small part of you feels relieved, but another part, maybe the one that’s been feeling strange since jisung’s confession, feels empty. you want to shout at him, to tell him that you feel the same way. but the moment is gone. lost in the chaos of his fans and the noise of the bar.

time passes slowly, and you find yourself back at the dorm, the cool night air doing little to sober you up. jisung’s laughter echoes down the hall as he stumbles ahead of you, still clearly drunk, his arm slung around one of the other guys. you follow behind, still caught in the fog of what happened.

you’re barely coherent, but the moment you shared with jisung keeps replaying in your head. he liked you. more than a friend. how could you have missed that? maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe he was just rambling, drunk and lost in the moment. still, the way his eyes held yours and the sincerity in his words. it just felt so real.

when you reach the dorm room, jisung collapses onto the couch with a dramatic groan, immediately pulling a pillow over his face. you stop by the door, still feeling like a whirlwind is spinning inside you. you don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or do something completely different.

jisung lifts the pillow slightly, looking over at you with a sheepish grin. “hey,” he says, his voice slurring, “you good?”

“yeah, just tired,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart is still racing. “but, uh... you?”

jisung shrugs, his smile lazy. “i’m fine. just... you know. i like you.” his words are slurred, but they hit you like a freight train.

you freeze, blinking. “what?”

he waves a hand lazily in the air, as if the confession was nothing. “nah, it’s nothing. i’m just drunk. forget i said that.” he chuckles and flops back down on the couch, completely unaware of how those words hit you, like a bomb, like everything you’ve been feeling was just thrown out in the open.

you stand there for a moment, heart pounding, but you don’t say anything. maybe he’s not being serious. maybe it’s just the alcohol. maybe you’re imagining things.

you glance over at him, his back to you now, clearly more interested in the couch than anything else.

but deep down, you know. jisung may have just let something slip. and you’re not sure what to do with it yet.

the next morning comes far too quickly. you wake up to the dull throb of a hangover and the light creeping through the curtains. the weight of everything that happened last night hits you all at once. you blink, groaning as you try to sit up, but the motion sends a wave of dizziness over you. you lie back down, rubbing your temples as you attempt to piece everything together.

last night was a blur, but there are flashes of clarity. jisung’s words, the confession, his flirty demeanor, and then... the fans. everything happened so fast, and now you’re left with this uncomfortable feeling in your chest. did he mean what he said? was he just drunk, messing around?

you glance over at the couch, where jisung had passed out. his arms are sprawled out, and the blanket he threw over himself has slid to the floor. he’s snoring softly, oblivious to the storm in your mind. you sigh heavily, feeling your stomach twist.

you don’t know what to do with any of it. what did he mean by “i like you”? you feel your heart race as the memory replays in your head. you want to believe it was real, but the way he brushed it off afterward makes you second-guess everything.

eventually, you drag yourself out of bed, trying to ignore the headache that comes with it. you need coffee. that’s the only thing that’s going to help right now. you shuffle into the kitchen, already reaching for the coffee pot when you hear movement from the living room. jisung is awake, apparently, and a moment later, he walks in, still a little disheveled but looking surprisingly chipper for someone who’d clearly been just as drunk as you.

“morning,” jisung says, his voice rough from sleep, but there’s that familiar grin on his face. he looks completely at ease, his usual energy returning now that he’s no longer completely drunk.

you offer a half-hearted smile. “morning.”

he flops down onto the couch with a loud groan, stretching his limbs out like a cat. “what time is it? my head is killing me. i think we need more soju to fix this.”

you chuckle weakly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. "probably not a good idea."

jisung laughs and looks over at you with a playful grin. “yeah, yeah. i'm just kidding." he pauses, watching you for a moment as if contemplating something. "you know, i think we had fun last night.”

you blink, unsure of where he’s going with this. “yeah, definitely. a lot of fun.”

he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and gives you a more serious look. “we should do it again sometime. you and me, more soju, more hanging out. you know? i mean, i think we should do it more often.”

you stare at him, your heart thudding in your chest. does he remember last night? does he remember what he said? “uh, yeah, sure,” you say, trying to sound casual, but your voice comes out quieter than you intended. you’re unsure if you should mention it, his confession. maybe he’s forgotten about it. maybe it’s better if you just pretend it didn’t happen.

jisung grins widely, clearly oblivious to your internal turmoil. “cool. i’m down for that. maybe we can... uh...” he hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting away from you. “maybe we can talk more. just... us. y’know? sometimes i think you don’t let me in enough.”

you blink at him, trying to process his words. “what do you mean?”

jisung looks a little uncomfortable for a second, his usual confidence faltering. “i don’t know. like, sometimes you’re just... i dunno, distant. i want to be closer to you, but it feels like you’re keeping something from me.”

your heart skips a beat at his words. is he being serious? you glance at him, unsure of how to respond. you want to tell him everything. about your feelings. about how his confession last night has been replaying in your head. but you don’t know if you should. is he really being honest with you, or is he just drunk again? what if he was just messing around?

before you can find the words, jisung continues, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i just want you to know, i... i really like you. i do. i’m not just saying that because i was drunk last night. i mean it. i’ve liked you for a while, and it’s hard not to... feel it, you know?”

your heart races, your mind spinning. you weren’t expecting this. not after everything that happened last night. jisung’s words are clear now, no ambiguity, no alcohol-fueled haze. he likes you. and he’s not backing down.

“you... you really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “because... i don’t know. last night was—”

“i know,” jisung interrupts gently, his eyes sincere. “i was drunk, and i get it if you think i was just being dumb or whatever. but i’m not messing with you. i’m serious.”

you feel a lump form in your throat. you want to tell him everything. you want to tell him that you like him too, that you’ve liked him for so long, but the words get stuck. instead, you nod, barely managing a smile. “yeah, me too. i think... i think i like you, too.”

jisung’s expression softens, and for a moment, there’s a quiet understanding between you both. he smiles, a small, genuine smile that makes your chest tighten with warmth. “really?”

“yeah,” you say, finally finding your voice. “really.”

he laughs, but it’s not the usual teasing laugh. it’s soft and relieved, like a weight has been lifted. “well, damn. guess we’ve got a lot of talking to do then.”

you smile, your heart still racing, but it feels lighter now. the air between you is charged, the tension that’s been building up for who knows how long finally starting to dissipate. jisung leans back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head, still looking at you with that soft smile.

“so, when do we do this?” jisung asks, his voice light but serious. “when do we actually... hang out like this, just us, no distractions?”

you chuckle, your nerves slowly fading. “whenever you want.”

he grins at you, his playful demeanor returning, but there’s something more there now—something deeper. you’re not sure where this is going, but for the first time, you feel like it might actually be going somewhere good.

the rest of the morning passes in a blur of easy conversation and comfortable silences. everything feels a little more natural now, a little more real. the tension is still there, the spark between you and jisung undeniable, but for once, it feels like you’re both on the same page.

maybe it took a drunken night and a confession for everything to come to light, but now, you don’t have to hide anymore. you like him, he likes you, and that’s all that matters right now. everything else can wait.

you both sit in the living room, sipping on cups of water instead of coffee, because caffeine is a terrible idea when you’re this hungover. jisung groans every few minutes about his headache, dramatically flopping onto the couch like he’s on the verge of death.

“i think this might be it for me,” he sighs, draping an arm over his eyes. “i had a good run, right?”

you roll your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “you’re so dramatic.”

he peeks at you from under his arm, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “maybe, but my head is actually killing me.”

“mine too,” you mumble, rubbing your temples. the dull ache behind your eyes refuses to go away, and the exhaustion from last night’s emotional rollercoaster is creeping in.

jisung sits up, stretching his arms above his head before letting out a long sigh. “you know,” he says, voice quieter now, “i still can’t believe i actually said all that stuff to you last night.”

your stomach flips. “do you regret it?”

his eyes widen slightly, like he hadn’t considered that possibility. “no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “not even a little bit.”

you swallow, feeling your chest tighten at his sincerity. “good,” you say softly. “because i don’t regret anything either.”

jisung’s lips curve into a small smile, and for a moment, you just sit there, staring at each other. there’s no awkwardness, no hesitation anymore. just an unspoken understanding that whatever this is, whatever it’s turning into, you’re both okay with it.

“okay,” jisung sighs, dramatically throwing himself back against the couch. “but, like, what now? do we do the whole couple thing? do i start calling you babe? because i feel like you’d hit me if i did that.”

you snort. “probably.”

he grins. “figured.”

the conversation slows, the exhaustion from last night settling into your bones. you yawn, stretching your arms above your head before slumping against the couch. “i don’t wanna do anything today.”

jisung hums in agreement, his eyes already drooping shut. “same.”

there’s a beat of silence before he shifts, his head falling against your shoulder. it’s a little awkward at first, his weight unfamiliar, but you don’t move away. instead, you let him lean against you, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

“you’re comfy,” jisung mumbles sleepily.

you chuckle, tilting your head to rest lightly against his. “thanks, i guess.”

he hums, his breathing evening out slightly. “wanna just… sleep all day?”

you consider it. your bed sounds amazing right now, and honestly, you don’t have the energy to do anything else.

“yeah,” you mumble. “let’s sleep.”

jisung grins, his eyes still closed. “cool. but your bed. not the couch.”

you huff out a soft laugh but don’t argue. slowly, you both drag yourselves up, stumbling toward your room in a haze of exhaustion. jisung doesn’t hesitate to flop onto your bed, immediately burrowing under the blankets like he belongs there.

“wow, you didn’t even wait for me,” you tease, climbing in beside him.

jisung peeks at you from under the covers, grinning. “you took too long.”

you roll your eyes but settle in, feeling the warmth of the blankets and jisung’s presence beside you. for a moment, there’s silence, just the steady sound of your breathing as you both start to drift off.

but then, just as you’re about to fall asleep, jisung shifts closer, his arm lazily draping over your waist. “this okay?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

your heart stutters, but you don’t pull away. instead, you nod, even though he probably can’t see it. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s okay.”

jisung hums in contentment, his grip tightening slightly. “good.”

and just like that, the two of you fall asleep, tangled up in warmth and quiet understanding.

no pressure, no expectations. just you and jisung, finally on the same page.

[trueebeauty]

𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖫𝖴𝖡 - how they would react to you dancing.

❒ They're completely smitten with you, leaning forward eagerly and just being completely mesmerized. Their eyes are glued to you with a wide smile, you might even hear a few enthusiastic claps.

➻ 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 - 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 

❒ Intrigued but unsure, they watch you intently, their brow furrowed like a confused puppy. You can almost see the question marks floating above their head as they try to figure out what on earth you're doing.

➻ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐊 - 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 - 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

❒ Your biggest fan is here, cheering you on with a surge of pride and excitement for you. They're clapping, whooping, and waving a homemade sign (where did they get that from?) Huge smiles and beaming with satisfaction they might just join you.

➻ 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 - 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍

❒ They just sit in the corner and pretend not to care, but you catch them stealing glances at you while trying to act all nonchalant, but you know they're secretly nosy. That is, until they've had enough and dragged you out of there once too many people start noticing you.

➻ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 (surprisingly) - 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄 

❒ Disapproves with crossed arms and pursed lips. They avoid eye contact with you like you're the most embarrassing thing they've ever seen, and you might even hear a few disapproving tuts. Applause? Not a chance.

➻ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 + 𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 (are we really surprised?)

❒ If unbothered was a person.

➻ 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  - 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍 - 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍 

[iveneverbeenhere]

Sexy/Romantic things BTS men do:

Genre: FLUFF‼️‼️‼️These bitches are WHIPPED, GN! Reader for the most part

CW: None really

A/N: I really just be on here huh. I had this idea awhile back , and I’ve finally gotten around to posting it. Hope yall enjoy ✌🏾

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Yoongi & V: Stares at you intently

There lies a man absolutely entranced by you. He stares so hard that it could burn your skin. He’s examined you so closely that he could tell you every detail of yourself. How your brows furrow and your lips pout whenever you can’t find the word for something. Your lips curve into a smirk whenever you say your “s” . Your upper canines peak out mid sentence whenever you rant like a mad dog; meanwhile your hands make grand, sweeping gestures that make everything you say seem like a grand adventure. When you inevitably catch them in their unsubtle act, they continue staring. After all, they would never wanna look at anything else.

Jhope, Jin(?): Buys you things

Mr. Moneybags. He has money just for you to spend. A man who will want for nothing, but will serve the world to you with a gold leaf. Luxury restaurants with names neither of you can pronounce. Shoes painted crimson on the sole with ruby rings to match. Nothing is out of your reach with him.

Namjoon, Tae, Jungkook: holds your hand and rubs his thumb on your knuckles

Comfort exists solely within this man. Soft hands with only slight calluses that hold yours in a featherlight grip. His thumb rubs over your knuckles in small circles and figure eights. He’s hardly aware that he’s doing it. He’s ingrained it within himself to be your haven.

Namjoon, Jimin: Text you things that remind him of you

Frogs. Lilies. Marigolds. Daisies. Bright red mushrooms with dots. Poems addressed to a long-ago lover. TikToks with love confessions playing in the background. Slow ballads soothe you with their lavender voice and adoring lyrics. Events for things you’re interested in. A photo of you asleep on his chest he took of you last night. A stranger’s poodle called Pepper. Knitted cardigans covered with embroidered stars and moons. The moon standing next to the sun during a pink sunset. A small Polaroid of you smiling that he found lying in the back of his studio. These things fill his camera roll until he inevitably sends them to you. He needs you to know that he always thinks of you.

Namjoon, Yoongi: Send you paragraphs and poems

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”

“Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”

Sentences strung together by loose words and ends in the late nights when he has you on his mind. A painful yearning that existed before you that you dissipated with your being; though it comes back stronger when you leave. Love poems written by him or long dead writers to help him release his emotions. His devotion towards you needs to be known by you in simple language and consciousness. If not, he’ll ruin himself.

Namjoon, Jungkook, Tae: Always has his body facing you

A physical sign of devotion. “My attention is always on you” Head slightly tilted to better catch a glimpse at you, shoulders and back slightly slouched in a relaxed position, his feet facing towards you; his eyes half lidded as his pupils bounce from your eyes, lips, and nose. He tries his best to keep his hands steady, lest he grabs you. He could be in a room full of people and there would be no mistake as to who he’s looking at.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Tae: Asks if he can kiss you

Consent king.

“Can I kiss you?”

Simple. Straightforward. Nerve wrecking. A small question that holds so much vulnerability and weight. Displaying his need to communicate his scorching love through his flesh, but wishing death on himself before he makes you uncomfortable.

“Only if you want to.”

A sign that he’ll put any desire back if you don’t reciprocate it. You’re the only one controlling his world; he won’t forsake you.

Jin, Yoongi, Jungkook, Tae: Answers your texts right away

He’s never been a bad texter, but there is no wait when it comes to you. The thought of making you wait for anything has never entered his mind. He knows how doubt and anxiety can cripple the mind. He does his best to ensure you don’t have to face that with him. Texts sent a minute ago will get a reply in seconds. He’ll never keep you waiting.

Tae, Jungkook: lays his head on top of yours

His warm embrace. Long arms wrapped around you tightly as if he lets go for a moment you’ll vanish like a sweet dream. Your sweet scent mixed in with his cologne, cigarette smoke, and natural musk. Your face is in the crook of his neck; your nose and long lashes tickle his nape. He feels your hot breath warm his skin, but hates how his face feels detached. His eyes can’t bear to look at the wall ahead of him when he has you. He lays his head down into your hair, smelling the crown of your hair; he closes his eyes and snuggles further into your locs. If he could, he’d crawl into your skin and never leave its warm, suffocating embrace; however, laying his head on yours will do for now.

Yoongi, Namjoon, jhope: gives you stuff

Gift-giving couldn’t be considered his first love language; although, he can’t help but attend to you. Old books covered with dog tags, highlighted passages, and small handwritten notes. A beaded bracelet he made on live. A whale-shaped cutting board that you can’t bring yourself to use out of fear of damaging it. All things he gives to show how much he thinks of you.

[local-new-kid-super]

Little things the Raccoon and Friends Squad do for a New Kid!Reader during and after a battle.

Raccoon:

☆ Shares food with you mid-battle, even his beloved honey-soaked sopapilla. He's pretty selfish on the field (as with everything else), so he doesn't share with anyone else. Expect the rest of the team to get pissy he's not sharing with them.

"Fatass, Captain Diabetes is literally collapsing, give him some fucking food!"

☆ Checks on you first after the battle, trying not to seem like he cares too much, but he's even willing to 'shed' his claws off for a moment because it's next to inpossible to bandage you up with them.

"The fuck?" He snaps, struggling to open up a band-aid pack with his sharp digits. "Fuckin' shitty Terrance and Phillip band-aids, these Canadians don't know anything about battle, New Kid."

Captain Diabetes:

☆ Stays right by your side, often in front of you. Most of his attacks are head-on, and he can take quite a few kid. Sweet Scott is more than willing to take a few hits for one of the few members of the franchise who are kind to him.

"Not to fear, new kid! No hits to tough for the power of diabetes!"

☆ Always asks for you to 'sidekick' for him. He loved being by your side when Cartman first had you partner up with him after joining the franchise. His desire to have a sidekick is a mix of it making him feel like a real, respected member of the franchise, and a slight fear if you hang out with the others, you'll realize he's kinda lame in comparison to guys like Raccoon, or heaven forbid you switch teams and meet Mysterion.

"New Kid, hey! Listen, if Raccoon assigns us partners today, will you be mine? I've even got some super snacks for us to share!"

Human Kite:

☆ Kite's always willing to provide aerial support, or pick you up to help you avoid an enemies attack. This of course pisses of Raccoon, who just gets laughed at when he takes a hit.

"Ey! Kite, you fucking traitor jew, save me! I'm the fucking leader!"

"Shut up, I couldn't lift your fatass if I wanted to! Hop on my back, New Kid."

"Ey!"

☆ He's got a bunch of little home remedies his mom gives him when he goes out to 'play', and even some packed food. After a battle, he's more than happy to plop down on the curb with you and laugh at Cartman crying post-battle.

"My mom made her special stew if you want some, it's cold as balls out here..."

Mosquito:

☆ To be honest, Mosquito can't do a whole lot to help himself, much less you, but he's gonna try and show off, just for you. Whether it means flying in and draining some enemy blood, or even taking a hit to the head because he's too busy flexing his barely visible arm muscles.

"Check it out, New Kid! I'm getting pretty ripped, bzz bzz!" He immediately gets clocked by an enemy, but please don't make fun of him crying 😥

☆ After battle, he's in charge of hydration, so he'll go around and hand out water bottles, and 'blood' for himself, which you've come to realize is kool-aid powder in sprite. He'll give you your water bottle, and hope you won't poke fun at his streaky tear marks and wobbling lip.

"H-heres a bottle, drink up for... for strength, bzz bzzzzzz." He's outright sobbing now.

Fastpass:

☆ Fastpass makes sure to crack extra jokes when you're hanging around, throwing away his respect for comedic timing to slip in a one-liner after every. Single. Hit.

"C-consider t-t-this ass-kicking e-expedited!"

"Did someone o-order t-this fist with s-s-same day delivery?"

☆ Fastpass is pretty much ready to take off after a successful fight, especially if it's the end of his patrol. Hop on his back, and he'll take you somewhere cooler than this storage facility you just whipped Prof. Chaos's ass in.

"L-lets go! I've g-got a coupon for City Wok, and I've got some post fight mu-mu-munchies!"

Super Craig:

☆ He's not really enthusiastic during battle, so if you get injured or knocked out, then he'll step in and fuck up the opposition. Otherwise, he's more than willing to ditch mid-battle and go doing something more interesting.

"This fucking sucks, new kid. Let's go get a slushy."

☆ He knows fighting can be pretty stressful from when he used to battle alongside Tweek, before the whole Freedom Pals incident, so he's happy to take you back to his house to distress with him and Stripe.

"Don't worry, Stripe. Me and the New Kid really showed those assholes not to mess with Raccoon and Friends. Now, give him a carrot new kid, he makes this real funny squeak..."

[323cutie]

hey guys remember this post. Well i have more thoughts and feelings.

mdni 18+ below the cut !! feat. afab reader, female gendered term (sweet girl)

after that kiss at the end of your third date, i really don't think it takes very long for seonghwa to officially ask you out. the kiss really sealed the deal for him that he wants you and wants to be with you -- not that he was doubtful before, but now he wants it more than anything. wants you to be his and for him to be yours. so he probably asks to be your boyfriend on your 4th date, maybe later if he can wait. (he probably can't.)

and he's still so sweet. tries not to rush into anything too couple-y, just in case you think it's weird. but he's also super communicative so you guys are always on the same page. stops by your apartment on his way home at night most days, even though it's a little bit out of the way for him. you scold him for coming over so late, butttttt. you can't really be mad at him for too long. he makes it hard.

i think he takes it very, very slow. the beginning of your relationship is extremely laid back, an easygoing pace, sometimes he even holds you guys back. especially when it comes to sex -- and it's not that he doesn't want you, because godddd, he does. whispers it to you during makeouts, how good you feel against him, how sweet you taste, how he doesn't want to stop. but he does! every time. he wants to make sure you're both ready and sure, and also because he wants to learn a little bit about your body before anything actually happens, become a little more in tune with how you move and what you like. he's also just basking in the feeling of being your boyfriend.

seonghwa wouldn't do anything without talking about it first. sex isn't a touchy subject to him, but as much as you'd love to surprise him with your favorite lingerie set when he visits one night, you doubt he'd do anything. not that you're scheduling a specific time and place to fuck for the first time, either -- but you make time for a discussion about it; let him know you're ready and wanting. he doesn't want to seem like he only took it this far to fuck you, so being honest with him that you believe that he actually cares about you but you also want him in the most appalling way known to man would probably settle it for him.

and when it does finally happen... so gentle. practically worships your body, tells you how pretty you are the whole time, how sweet you look. "all for me?" he asks, seeing your matching lingerie, and when you nod -- a grin, teeth teasing on the strap of your bra. "thank you, baby. i'm honored."

like all things, he'd take his time. savor you. probably would beg to eat you out before anything else. and he's so in tune with your reactions, taking note of the gasp you let out when he first laves his tongue against you, the long moan when he starts using his fingers, too. listens and watches and knows. "taste so good for me," he's murmuring, kissing the insides of your thighs. "can't get enough."

you try to return the favor by blowing him or using your hand, but he's probably denying it unless you really, really want to. he's a simple man after all! if you're sitting here begging him to let you suck his dick then he's not gonna say no. but more than anything he just wants to make you feel good and focus on your pleasure, so yeah, your hands can get to him another time. right now he just wants to be buried as deep in you as he can be.

and he does. starts off in missionary because you're both new to each other. starts off slower, too. wants to make sure he lasts for a while (you're so warm and wet around him that he's starting to think it's a lost cause, plus, fuck -- the way your cute eyes look up at him like you're begging... he really won't make it very long) and also wants to give you time to just feel him before he really starts going at it.

he does that, too. you're asking for harder, for faster, and he couldn't ever say no to his sweetheart, right? so he picks up his pace and the force of his thrusts, sits back on his knees so he can see your whole body better. and he's groaning and whimpering and hissing at every move you make, saying shit like, "you feel so good," "taking me so well, you fit like a glove," "gonna get us in trouble if you keep squeezing me like that," ...between the way you reacted to that one audio message he sent and the way you always seemed to shiver when he whispered to you during your makeout sessions, he's well aware of the effect his pretty voice and dirty words have on you.

and he doesn't mean to edge you at first, really! he just needs to readjust right as you're about to cum -- but you whine out his name and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. he apologizes then but teases you about it later, when you're right at your peak again. his pace is brutal, and you're so close. "would be a shame if i stopped right now, huh?" he asks, his fingers barely stuttering against your clit enough to have tears springing to your eyes, only for him to push forward more, practically bending you over so he can get right next to your ear. "no, i couldn't do that. not when my baby's begging so pretty. i'll make you cum, sweet girl. don't you worry."

he cums before you. but he made you a promise, and he's gonna keep it (and even so, the way he moans when he finally cums is honestly almost enough to make you cum, too). and, okay. he knows you both just got here and it's your first time together... but indulge him a little, yeah? he's absolutely gonna fuck himself into overstimulation just to make you finish. it's a win win, in his book.

king of aftercare, too! lays with you for a little bit before actually cleaning you both up -- leaves a trail of kisses starting from your fingertips going all the way up your arm to your neck to your lips. presses kisses all over your face, helps you untangle your limbs from his.

(he jokes about cleaning you up with his tongue and you keen so hard you think the yearning is physically obvious, but both of you are spent, so he laughs and says he'll grab a washcloth instead.)

seonghwa is very veryyyyy gentle here. the softest of touches, the kindest of whispers. the intimacy comes so naturally to him, sparkling eyes in your low lamplight. he offers to run you a bath, makes sure you pee afterwards, the whole shabang. you tell him you guys can shower together tomorrow but you really just want to sleep, and he practically jumps into your bed LOLL.

pillow talk... a little. nothing crazy, you're not talking about anything important, but once he can tell you're on the verge of sleep... oh he absolutely sings for you. soft hums and such. doesn't matter how you're wrapped up in each other, either -- but he's holding your hand no matter what.