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etherealyoungk · 7 days ago

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ramen & fate | boo seungkwan

SUMMARY: in which you meet a rich guy at the convenience store during a late night ramen run.

PAIRING: chaebol!seungkwan x reader

THEMES: strangers to lovers, meet cute kinda

WARNINGS: fluff, use of curse words

WORDCOUNT: 2.4k

A/N: @wheeboo happy birthday my love! this is a little gift from me to you! this is such a silly idea but i thought i'd write it out for you and i hope you like it <3

you walk into the convenience store and walk inside and the faint sound of pop music hums from the speakers overhead, blending with the quiet hum of the refrigerators in the back. you barely notice any of it though because your mission is clear - ramen. you really needed a ramen fix right now.

you make a beeline for the ramen aisle, the craving gnawing at you and nothing else would do now, not after the day you've had. there's a strange comfort in that little cup of noodles, in its simplicity, in the way it tastes exactly how you expected it to. your eyes scan the shelves and you spot your favourite ramen, only to find one left on the shelf. you immediately reach for it without a second thought, but so does someone else.

your fingers brush against another hand, and you pause, startled. your eyes follow the hand, trailing up a crisp white sleeve, past a perfectly tailored suit jacket, until they land on the face of the man reaching for the same cup of ramen. he’s tall so you have to tilt your head slightly to meet his gaze. his expression is cool, almost unreadable, his jawline sharp and sleek, his styled hair making him look like he just walked off the set of some corporate drama.

"oh," you say, blinking as your hand hovers over the cup.

he looks down at you, his brows lifting slightly as if in mild surprise, but he doesn’t immediately pull his hand back. "looks like we’ve got the same taste," he says, his voice smooth.

you blink at him and wrack your brain for a response before you let out a nervous laugh. "well, it is the best one", you reply as you look at him.

he smirks faintly, tilting his head. "i agree, but there’s only one left."

there’s a pause, the moment stretching out as both of you keep your hands over the cup of ramen and suddenly this feels like some sort of high-stakes negotiation situation.

"i—uh—had a long day," you say, trying to justify your claim, though you immediately feel silly for doing so. "i really need this ramen".

his smirk softens into something resembling amusement. "and you think i don’t?", he counters, raising a brow at you. "i’ve had back-to-back meetings since seven this morning", he says.

"well, i’ve been running around non-stop too", you protest, your grip on the edge of the shelf tightening. his gaze flickers between you and the ramen before he exhales, and lets out a small resigned sigh and to your surprise, he takes his hand away.

"alright," he says, stepping back slightly. "you win, take it", he says as his hand swings down. "really? thanks," you say, though your tone is cautious, like you’re not entirely sure this isn’t some kind of trick.

he gives you a small nod, then glances at his watch, grabbing a different ramen from the shelf and walking to a different aisle without sparing you another glance. you blink, a little confused but get about on your mission to get the ramen. you grab a few more stuff, some kimbap and something to drink and make your way to the cash counter when you spot the man in the suit again.

"i'm sorry sir, but i don't have change for such a big bill", you hear the worker say. "unless you buy items for that amount, i don't really have a way to give you back your change", the worker continues.

you walk front and put your stuff on the counter. "i'll pay for his stuff", you say and he looks at you.

"i've got it, i'm sure i have smaller bills somewhere", he says as he pulls out his wallet and your eyes nearly pop out with the fat wad of cash you see in it, all big bills. what the fuck. you decide to ignore what you just saw and by the time the man in the suit is digging his wallet, you've already paid for your stuff, his included.

you take your things and towards the corner of the store to cook your ramen. once the ramen is done, you take a seat and that's when the man in the suit appears again. he’s got his own ramen cup in hand, the sleeve of his tailored suit pushed up slightly to reveal an expensive looking watch. he moves methodically, peeling back the lid of his ramen cup and pouring in the hot water with a steady hand, there's no hesitation and no fumbling. he catches your gaze, and you quickly look away, suddenly very interested in your own noodles. you can feel his eyes on you for a moment, but then he goes back to his ramen, silent and composed. you sneak another glance at him and think to yourself - he is pretty handsome.

you’re halfway through your noodles, the warm broth hitting just the right spot on a cold night before you hear the shuffle of footsteps coming towards you.

"mind if i sit?" he asks, his voice smooth and you nod. he sits down with a kind of effortless grace, setting his ramen down in front of him and adjusting his sleeves like he’s dining at a michelin-star restaurant instead of a dingy convenience store. you focus on your noodles, hoping he won’t notice the way your gaze keeps flickering back to him and you watch as he stirs his ramen and takes a bite.

"you didn’t have to pay for my stuff, you know," he says after a bite, breaking the silence.

"it’s not a big deal," you reply with a shrug. "maybe you should carry smaller bills next time", you tell and you can see the faint smile on his face.

"i swear i thought i had change on me", he says, rather to himself.

"doesn’t seem like you need to worry about it," you remark before you can stop yourself. “i mean, with a wallet like that.”

his smile widens slightly, and he leans back in his chair, resting an elbow casually on the table. "appearances can be deceiving," he says, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent you can’t quite place.

you raise an eyebrow. "right, and expensive suits and fat wads of cash are just a camouflage?", you ask.

"something like that," he replies, and there’s a glimmer in his eyes now like he’s enjoying this back and forth talk, like he's amused by you.

you huff out a soft laugh as you shake your head. "well, next time you’re low on change, i suggest hitting the ATM before wandering into a convenience store", you tell and he nods.

"noted," he says, and there’s a warmth to his voice now.

"i’d like to pay you back", he says after a moment, but you shake your head.

"that's not necessary," you reply, waving a dismissive hand. "it’s just ramen", you say.

and he just looks at you, and it looks like he wants to say something more, but he settles for giving you a small smile instead. "alright, if you’re sure".

after finishing his meal, he gathers his things, straightens his perfectly tailored suit and offers you a polite, "thanks again," before leaving.

you think that’s the last you’ll see of him, until you notice something on the table, his sleek black leather wallet, the kind that practically screams expensive. your eyes widen as your hands reach out for it and you mutter under your breath.

grabbing the wallet, you flip it open and find a few crisp bills (all large denominations, of course), some credit cards and a single business card tucked inside, but there's no name, just a logo and a phone number. you hesitate for a moment before you decide to call the number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

for the next few days, you keep the wallet with you, figuring he’ll eventually call back or text or come looking for it, but nothing. it’s not until a few days later, when you’re rushing through a crowded sidewalk with a bag of groceries in one hand and your phone in the other, that fate decides to intervene. you’re trying to balance too many things at once, not paying attention to where you’re going, when you collide hard into someone coming from the opposite direction. the impact sends your phone clattering to the ground and your grocery bag spilling open. "oh, come on!" you groan, crouching to pick up your things.

"sorry about that", a familiar voice says, and you freeze mid-reach.

you glance up to see him, the ramen guy, in his perfectly tailored suit guy, crouching down to help. he looks as polished as ever, his suit immaculate despite the chaos of the street and he notices you at the same time, and his eyes widen slightly.

"you," he says, clearly surprised.

"you," you reply, just as surprised. "i've been looking for you, you left this", you say after you've gathered all your groceries and stand up. you dig into your bag and bring out his wallet, handing it over to him.

his expression shifts. "i didn’t even realize it was missing until yesterday, but by then, i figured it was gone for good", he says as he looks at you.

"well, lucky for you i found it,” you say as you hold it out for him. he takes it from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, and his smile softens. “you have no idea how much this means, thank you", he says

"you’re welcome," you reply and he looks down at the wallet in his hand, then back at you.

“i owe you, again", he says. "let me buy you dinner, it's the least i can do, please", he asks and you blink, caught off guard.

"dinner? that's...", you trail off as you chew on your lip, considering his offer. "but you don't even know me?", you say, unsure.

"i'll take my chances", he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

“alright,” you say, nodding. “dinner sounds nice.”

the smile that spreads across his face is slow and warm, like sunlight breaking through clouds and it softens his polished, professional look, making him seem boyish almost.

"i didn't get your name", you ask.

"i'm seungkwan", he says, holding out his hand and you reach for it, shaking it, the warmth of his hand engulfing you. "yn", you say, giving him a small smile.

you both exchange numbers and you head home, and it's only then that you wonder if he'll actually follow through. and a few days later, your phone buzzes with a text from him.

ramen guy: this is seungkwan, does friday evening work for dinner? let me know what time works for you.

you reply quickly and his response comes almost immediately.

ramen guy: perfect, i’ll take care of everything, looking forward to it.

when friday arrives, you find yourself standing in front of the address he sent—a restaurant that looks like it was plucked straight from a luxury travel magazine. the building is sleek and modern, its glass walls shimmering in the golden hour light. your nerves spike as you step through the grand entrance and suddenly you're thinking that this must be some kind of joke, that he must have sent you the wrong address by mistake because holy shit, you could barely afford this place. a host greets you with a warm smile when you walk inside. “you must be here for mr. boo seungkwan” they say, their tone polite but knowing. boo seungkwan?

the person guides you towards a private dining room and it's a beautifully set table near the window that overlooks the city skyline. you spot him waiting there and he stands up the moment he spots you, a smile lighting up his face.

he was wearing an all-black suit, and it was perfect for him, tailored to perfection, the fit making him incredibly handsome and attractive and the fit made him look effortlessly sophisticated, yet there was an ease to his posture that made him seem grounded. his dark hair was styled just enough to look intentionally tousled, a few stray strands falling over his forehead. there was something about the way he carried himself, confident but not cocky, poised but not stiff. his smile was the same: genuine and unpretentious, like he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, yet somehow, in that black suit, he couldn’t help but leave an impression.

“you made it,” he says, his tone warm as he steps forward to pull out your chair for you. "yeah", you say softly, still trying to take in the posh ambience around you.

as the evening unfolds, you’re surprised by how easy he is to talk to. he’s incredibly down-to-earth and he listens intently, laughs at your jokes, and is just so sweet, a complete gentleman. his genuine interest in you, paired with his relaxed nature, made the evening feel warm and comfortable and didn't make you feel intimidated anymore.

“so, what exactly do you do?”, you ask, looking at him.

he hesitates for a moment, then shrugs lightly. “family business,” he says, clearly trying to downplay it. “it’s not that exciting.”

"so what exactly is this family business?", you ask but seungkwan only chuckles softly in response. "it's not as cool as you think. let’s just say it's a lot of paperwork, meetings, and business stuff", he makes an exaggerated motion of his hands like he was emphasizing the mundanity of it all. the date ends on a good note and he even offers to drop you home, but you decline, not wanting to impose on him anymore.

it isn’t until days later, when you’re scrolling through your phone that you stumble across an article and you realize just who he is.

heir to the boo family conglomerate, boo seungkwan spotted at his newest restaurant with someone: who’s the mystery guest?

your jaw drops as your eyes scan the article, which details his family’s massive business empire—including restaurant chains, luxury hotels, and even media companies. the photo accompanying the article shows him stepping out of the very restaurant where you had dinner with him, wearing the same outfit he had that evening, looking effortlessly handsome and polished as always.

and just then your phone buzzes with a new message from him at that exact moment:

ramen guy: i hope you enjoyed the dinner last time. let me know when you’re free again, i owe you another one.

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wheeboo · 1 day ago

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the gift of love | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which it's the morning of your husband's birthday. PAIRING. husband!boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, humour, suggestive, established relationship, marriage au WARNINGS. mild cursing, kissing, making out lol, terms of endearment, very touchy n affectionate seungkwan, seungkwan abs, softness!!! domesticity!!!! just pure love!!!!, mentions of nudity, vague mentions of sex, mention of (2) hickeys, they also have a daughter :') WORD COUNT. 3k

notes: as u can tell, i got carried away w this fic HAHA. to my beloved boo seungkwan, happy birthday 🥺 words certainly cannot express the amount of love i have for this precious man!!! i sincerely wish him all the happiness and love <3 i hope the world treats him kindly, always

There's something different about this morning.

As Seungkwan's eyes flutter open a crack, he's greeted by the soft stream of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, he pushes the duvet off him just slightly, the warmth of the morning air brushing against his exposed skin and the faint chill of the room kissing the parts of him not covered by the sheets.

Then, his gaze instinctively falls on you, lying so peacefully beside him, the blanket draped over your figure in a way that hints at the bare skin beneath. Seungkwan hardly understands how you're real, how you could simply be here right next to him appearing like a dream𑁋no, you are his dream, his reality, his everything.

Inching closer over to you, the bed dips with his weight, along with the sheets, exposing just a sliver more of your skin to him, which was being delicately bathed in the morning light. Your back is turned towards him, chest rising and falling and peacefully. His eyes unhurriedly drink in the beauty he's already committed to memory a thousand times over.

How did in the world did he get so lucky? It's a question he's asked himself pretty much every single day since the two of you met that particular day six years ago. Even after all these years, the feeling of waking up next to you still makes him fall in love all over again, just like the first time.

"Sweetheart?" he coos softly, reaching a careful hand out to lightly tap you on the shoulder. "You awake?"

"Mmmh..." is all you manage to grumble out to him, and he can't help but chuckle lightly.

When he's close enough to you, your body warmth radiates onto him, and he could only think how this is home for him, like all the stars in the universe had aligned just at the right time for him to find you. Seungkwan presses a small kiss to your shoulder, lingering for a few beats longer than usual, and even though he can't see your face, he can just imagine the slight quirk of your lips to his touch.

He presses another kiss to your shoulder, slowly trailing them up to your nape, his lips barely ghosting there, yet enough to make you noticeably stir. The sheets slip down even more, and Seungkwan has to suck in a breath as he basks in your bare form, his heart doing a jump in his chest, mentally reminding himself to breathe.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers softly, the words escaping him as if they've been waiting impatiently on the tip of his tongue.

Only a low hum leaves you, and Seungkwan watches as you struggle to flip your body over to face him, your arms stretching to relieve the tension from your peaceful slumber. Your eyes open a fraction, still plagued with sleep, half-lidded as you take in the sight of your husband with a small, affectionate smile𑁋that is all he needs to start his day. Heat blooms through his chest, and he meets your smile with a shy one of his own.

Your gaze takes note on a particular mark of love that dots the skin of his lower neck, a subtle bruise from the night before where your lips had playfully pressed against his skin, coupled with bits of praise hitting his ears. Unbeknownst to you, there's a tiny one drawn on the skin of your shoulder as well, a mark he left unintentionally when you were tangled together last night.

A small giggle escapes you.

Seungkwan raises a brow. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," You answer simply, letting a finger trace the small bruise on his neck. "Just admiring my work."

His eyes narrow, a small pout contorting his lips. "Ah, I see. You think this is funny?" He leans in even more, his hand maneuvering under the sheets to rest firmly on your waist, giving you a tiny, affectionate squeeze to the soft flesh there. "You're not the only who's made a mark, you know."

Your eyes widen at that. He only moves closer to you.

"Boo," You mumble, the pet name falling easily off your lips, in a half-protest, half-sigh. Your hand moves to his chest, trying to push him away but not really putting any effort into it. "It's your birthday, not mine."

"Exactly." There's a smug look to his face, mischief hinted all over his features. "Shouldn't I get to do whatever I want today?"

"And what is it that you want?"

"You."

For today, Boo Seungkwan wants to be greedy. Greedy enough to keep you all for himself, to let the world outside shrink to just the two of you, to savour the way you make his heart beat faster like a teenage boy even after all these years, knowing that this is exactly where he's meant to be. Greedy enough to make every moment with you feel like a gift he gets to unwrap again and again.

He's greedy to love you.

"Please?" It's almost a plea, a beg, the singular word wrapped in a sweet shyness that makes it impossible to resist.

Seungkwan is staring at you with eyes that could rival even the brightest stars in the night sky. His bottom lip juts out ever so slightly, his breath shallow as if he's afraid to ask for more. It's not like he's asking for anything grand𑁋just you, your warmth, your love.

If alternate universes exists, he swears he could live a thousand lifetimes and still want to be with you, to love you over and over until the world ceases to exist.

"Honey, gosh..." You bring a hand up to pinch the skin of his cheek playfully. "You're so cute. How could I say no to that face?"

His face beams up into a cheeky grin immediately, pushing away the clouds of doubt and nerves and letting the clear weather of his joy shine through. Your heart lurches in your chest when he presses his lips against yours, still feeling the smile on his face as the kiss deepens.

He's not in a rush𑁋he never is when it comes to you, never is when he knows he has all the time in the world to love you. He's in no hurry to let the day start. All he wants is this. You. Here. Now.

Instinctively, he tugs at the hem of the duvet, drawing it a bit further down, just enough to be closer to you. His face is flushed when he pulls away for a moment, adoration dripping from his gaze. Your hand plants itself firmly on his arm, trailing down slowly as you reconnect your mouth with his, both of your legs tangling together under whatever was left of the sheets.

"You're being very bold this morning, hm?" Your voice is muffled against his mouth, and you feel the way his chest vibrates with laughter.

"Just want to cherish my favourite gift," he mutters breathlessly, meeting your lips once more.

Your hands continue their tender exploration over his bare form, and you smirk faintly when you make contact on the skin of his abdomen, over his abs, making Seungkwan's breath hitch. Gosh, it's so easy for him to fall apart when it comes to you𑁋how you have him so wrapped firmly around your finger.

He nearly loses his sanity when your mouth works to lavish the same attention to his neck just like the night before𑁋an area he knows you love to worship𑁋your kisses so soft that it's enough to make every single one of his senses tingle at once. His hands naturally find their way to your back, pulling you even closer, if that's even possible at this point.

"I... I love you," he confesses all of a sudden as his lips brush against your ear, like it's a secret more sacred than any ancient artifact.

"I love you too," You whisper against his skin, pulling your face away from his neck. "Happy birthday, Boo."

There's a bundle of laughs that emit into the air when he kisses you again. His body is almost on top of yours now, making you melt into the mattress with his weight. You don't know how long the two of you stay together like this𑁋bathed in the morning sunlight, your bodies molded together like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. The world outside can be celebrating his birthday, cheering him on and showering with the utmost amount of love, but in this little bubble that you've both created, nothing could ever come close to this. Nothing.

"Best birthday ever," he breathes amongst your mouth, his cheeks flushed and flooded with heat. "I'm the luckiest man in the goddamn world."

The only thing you could respond with is a kiss, of course, your lips desperately chasing him every time he remotely pulls away.

But just as he's about to dive back into your embrace, the jugging of the bedroom doorknob makes you both freeze.

"Happy birthday, appa!" The high-pitched tone of your daughter's voice echoes into the room.

There's a muffled screech of surprise that leaves Seungkwan's mouth as he swiftly scrambles for the sheets, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red out of embarrassment. He hardly manages to get the sheets over your bodies by the time Haneul wanders into the room, wearing her bright pink unicorn pyjamas and hair still a mess from sleep.

Haneul stands in front of the bed, glancing between the two of you innocently.

"I want to hug appa too!" she exclaims, her small arms outstretched as she toddles even closer to the bed, her face beaming with all sorts of excitement, completely oblivious to the moment she just interrupted.

On the other hand, you can't help the laugh that escapes you as you meet Seungkwan's wide, mortified, oh-shit-we-got-caught eyes. He's frozen in a very awkward position, his body still hovering above you with the sheets barely covering the both of you.

The two of you feel the bed slightly dip when Haneul climbs on top of it, crawling her way over to both of you. When she manages to stand up on her tiny feet, she looks between the two of you with a confused expression.

"Why are you both nakey?" she asks curiously, her tiny brows furrowing as she glances at the disheveled sheets and the way her parents are pretzeled together.

This earns another round of laughter from you as Seungkwan sheepishly buries his face into your neck, groaning incoherently. His fingers nervously tug at the sheets, attempting to pull them up even higher, but it's no use𑁋Haneul has probably already seen enough to make him want to hide under the covers for the rest of the day, or his life. He wishes the earth could swallow him whole right now.

"Appa, why are you hiding? It's your birthday!" Haneul asks, watching as Seungkwan squirms underneath in your hold. You can quite literally feel the way he's on fire right now.

Seungkwan sighs dramatically, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, shielding himself from Haneul's innocent questions. You feel the weight of his body pressing down on yours, and you can't help but grin at how adorably embarrassed he is. You give him a few reassuring pats on the back.

"Because he's shy, sweetie," You coo amusedly, ruffling Seungkwan's hair a little bit, unsure if that's helping with this situation at all. "Give us a few minutes, okay?"

"But I want to give appa his birthday hug!" Hanuel grumbles impatiently.

Seungkwan peeks up at you under the safety of the sheets, silently begging for you to help him escape this hellhole of awkwardness. You give a tender squeeze to his shoulder, and Seungkwan already knows he can't make a break for it all when you're basically an accomplice yourself. He's doomed.

Carefully, he emerges out from under the sheets, revealing his flushed face, and before he can even take a breath, Haneul is already clumsily launching herself in his arms.

"Happy birthday!" she squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around Seungkwan's neck. The embarrassment is quick to dissipate as he hugs her back.

Seungkwan presses a kiss to the top of her messy hair. "Thank you, my sweet girl."

Her face lights up, and she clambers all over him with the energy of the sun, cheerily sing-songing to the happy birthday song. She certainly gets her singing from her father. Seungkwan finally relaxes in the little girl's hold, melting completely under her love, while keeping the sheet securely around himself.

"Appa, are you crying?" Haneul asks, noticing the slight mistiness in his eyes as he pulls away.

"No, no, precious," Seungkwan denies quickly, clearing his throat. "Just… really happy. Best birthday ever, remember?"

"You said that last year!" Haneul giggles, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Because it's true, my little dumpling." Seungkwan taps the tip of her nose playfully, causing her adorable features to scrunch together, before looking at you with a soft, knowing smile. "My birthday is always the best because it's with the two of you."

You could only watch with loving eyes as the scene unfolds, your heart swelling with affection for the little family you've brought together. The light in Seungkwan's eyes glows when he holds Haneul is enough to make any remaining traces of awkwardness disappear.

"I want to make a cake today," Haneul suggests with a boastful grin as she pulls away.

Seungkwan lightly caresses the little girl's cheek, nodding his head. "Of course we can, honey. But just..." He bites his lip, glancing back at you for a moment. "Can you give us a few minutes to get ready?"

"Okay, appa." Haneul bounces up and down in her father's lap in excitement, before narrowing her eyes and tilting her head in curiosity once again. "Appa, did you hurt yourself? You have a boo-boo on your𑁋"

"Sweetheart, why don't you get the sprinkles from the pantry? You can add as much as you like on the cake," You chime in abruptly before the panic could explode once again within Seungkwan.

"Yay, okay!" Haneul exclaims, jumping off the bed and running out of the room to go gather her baking supplies, leaving the two of you alone again.

When the room grows silent, Seungkwan clings onto you again, burying his face in your neck once more, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

"I think we just gave our daughter trauma," he mumbles with a giggle into your skin, his lips wandering over your collarbone. "It's going to be a mess when she's older."

"Oh, come on, she'll be fine," You say while carding your fingers through his hair. "She's a smart cookie. Maybe she'll forget it all by tomorrow."

"I hate that you're probably wrong," Seungkwan groans like he's suffering through the existential crisis of the century. "Did you even see the look on her face?"

"Did you even see the way she loves you?" You retort back teasingly. "She adores you, my love."

A dreamy look washes over his features, making him snicker quietly. You're right, as you always are, and Seungkwan knows it. His heart flutters at the thought of how deeply Haneul looks up to him, how much she cherishes him just as he does for her. It's in moments like this𑁋no matter how embarrassing and awkward as they may be𑁋that Seungkwan realises just how much love he's surrounded by.

"She does, doesn't she?" he muses. "And so do you."

"And so do I." You leave one last final kiss to his lips. "Come on, let's get dressed. Can't keep her waiting any longer or she'll burst in again. We can continue this later, yeah?"

Seungkwan pouts dramatically, his lower lip jutting out like a child denied his favourite candy, ears burning at the thought. "Later feels so far away."

You roll your eyes playfully at his pout, giving him another pinch to his cheek before sitting up in bed and gently pushing him off you. As you run a hand through your disheveled hair, you shoot him a teasing look. "Later's never as far as you think, Boo. Now, come on, let's not keep our troublemaker waiting."

Seungkwan only groans in response but obliges anyway, slipping out of bed to retrieve the pieces of clothes that had fallen on the floor. His eyes trail to the way you peacefully move across the room, watching as you dress into a set of comfortable clothes before tidying up the bed. He smiles fondly to himself as he puts on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt before creeping his way back over to you.

He wraps a pair of arms around you like a clingy koala, setting his chin on top of your shoulder as he nuzzles into you, a contented sigh leaving him. He could spend eons being in this position; he wouldn't care if the world spun on without him as long as he had you in his arms.

He can't wait for time to pass by as he watches the two of you grow old together, can't wait to watch Haneul blossom into the flower she's destined to be. He doesn't care about how many wrinkles he'll get or how his hair will turn grey and fall off, because as long as he has this—this warmth, this love𑁋he'll be happy. He can't imagine a more perfect life than the one he's living now.

Seungkwan thinks about all the milestones ahead, both the big and small ones, and he's in no hurry to rush through it. This moment is only a speck of dust compared to what the future holds for him, for you, and for Haneul.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You ask him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy right now," he mumbles while blinking back some heat in his eyes, tightening his hold around you as if trying to freeze this very moment in time.

"Don't be sorry for feeling happy," You reply reassuringly, turning your head slightly to catch his eye. "You deserve to feel this way every day, Boo. We all do."

He does deserve this. Even if his thoughts tell him otherwise sometimes, he knows deep down that all that he's worked, lost, and gained was all worth it.

This is everything he's ever wanted, and everything that he ever needs.

"I love you," he says, his voice quiet but no less meaningful.

"I love you too." You lean into his touch even more. "And happy birthday, my love."

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[b.sk] boo seungkwan’s guide to love

synopsis. | an easy, four-step guide on how to win anyone’s heart—written by yours truly, boo seungkwan! (or, the three times seungkwan is determined to set up the perfect way to confess, and the one time he realizes all he has to do is be himself.)

♯ pairing(s). | bestfriend!boo seungkwan x gn!reader, non-idol!svt & gn!reader ♯ genre(s). | best friends/idiots lovers & fluff ♯ wc. | 5.4k ♯ warnings. | cursing, friendly banter (someone save dino), two stupid silly sexual innuendos, some kissing, a few silly misunderstandings (sorry!!! They're Idiots <3), whisper of the heart spoilers!!, reader chokes on water

jay’s musings. | HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANIA-BOO @wheeboo !! this one is ALLL for u!!!! and i mean it. ur genuinely SUCH a sweet and loving person, getting to know u has been such an honor. i love our daily convos and interactions, and am just so so so glad to have met u :) always remember that u! are! made! of! stardust! i hope u enjoy this, mwah <3

Boo Seungkwan needs to get a fucking grip.

He’s sprawled across his living room couch, eyes tracking a ladybug as it crawls across his ceiling. How the little creature somehow managed to be birthed in a winter as cold as this one, he will never know, but Seungkwan prays to whatever stars above that this is a sign of luck for the impending doom laying ahead of him.

Chan, Seungkwan’s roommate, ambles into the room with a bag of chips. He sits down on the chair perpendicular to the forlorn boy and interrupts his overthinking session. “Sulking isn’t going to make the perfect birthday gift for them suddenly appear, you know.”

Seungkwan blows a raspberry into the air. Curse Chan and his ability to read the room.

Okay, here’s the current dilemma: your birthday is coming up. His birthday is coming up. He’s known you for three years now, and for all of those three years he’s been painfully, crazily in love with you. So much he doesn’t think he can survive another year without bursting at the seams. (Chan says he’s being overly dramatic, but Seungkwan knows the racing of his heart and the permanent smile on his face whenever he’s around you are very life-threatening symptoms.)

Therefore, Seungkwan has made it a personal mission of his to finally confess this year, preferably before he succumbs to his feelings once and for all. Problem is, he doesn’t know how. Or when.

“At this point, just wrap yourself up in ribbons and present yourself to them as their gift. They’d love anything you give them, you unfortunately included,” Chan continues around a mouthful of potato chips, scrolling through his phone as he chews rather loudly.

He glares at his roommate. “You can’t be serious.”

The other boy swallows—Seungkwan makes a face at this—and Chan finally turns to the brooding man, his voice becoming earnest.

“Kwannie, I have been the victim of your lovesick rants for three years. And for every one of those three years, you two have endlessly pined after each other with the excuse of ‘just being best friends.’ I mean like, come on, dude. Hansol’s constantly sending me screenshots of his conversations with them, asking why he’s the one being texted when he says that you’re the one they’re dating. I had to tell him—like, just last month—that you two are in fact, not together, and then he didn’t even believe me and almost asked them right then and there. I stopped him before he could. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Seungkwan listens with a frown at his roommate’s fed-up tangent. The ladybug that was on the ceiling is now perched on top of one of their shelves, wandering across the pot of a plant you had gotten him as a gift. Snake plants reflect good luck and resilience for growth, you had told him with a smile, and his mouth curves into a deeper pout.

“Channie-ah, if I’m going to confess, it needs to be perfect! It’s not like I can just throw myself at them and hope they’re willing to jump my bones too,” Seungkwan makes a half-hearted attempt at a joke, his hands hitting the sides of the pillow he’s holding with a thump.

Chan mutters something under his breath. The green, fuzzy pillow is chucked towards his head in response, and the boy shrieks.

“I heard that, you idiot.”

“Then you should know that they like you too, you idiot,” his roommate shoots back, tossing the pillow back towards the couch. “And please don’t talk to me about jumping their bones. That is something I do not want to hear about.”

Seungkwan catches it easily and rests the pillow on his stomach. “If they like me back then that’s even worse,” he bemoans. “That means it needs to be more than perfect.”

He’s not exactly oblivious. Seungkwan’s known now for a little bit that you might harbor some sort of feelings for him back, which is why he’s even allowing himself to move forward with a plan as bold as this in the first place. However, the idea of you still rejecting him—whether it be from unrequited feelings, or even worse, because his confession was pathetically lame—gnaws away at his heart with unrelenting constancy.

“I don’t think it needs to be perfect,” Chan tries to reassure and comfort to the best of his ability, but the way Seungkwan frets makes him doubt he’ll have any influence on the older boy at all. “Like I said before, they’d be happy with anything you’d give them. Especially a confession. I think you could FaceTime them right now, ask them out on a date, and they’ll say yes. Fuck timing, you know?”

It’s as if his words had fallen on deaf ears. His face lighting up with an idea, Seungkwan nods, determination set in his jaw.

“You’re right about timing. I’ll just have to choose the right moment, with a foolproof plan,” he declares dramatically, going to type up a plan in his notes app.

Chan runs a hand over his exasperated face at his friend’s awfully selective hearing, and the ladybug seems to take this as its cue to fly to another room.

┊ Step 1: Choose the right place and time for a private conversation!

Seungkwan determines that the first ideal moment to confess is when you and him are at your favorite cafe, comfortably catching up after a week of not seeing each other.

The cafe is in a lull at the moment, the only other customers being an old couple sitting in front of the large bay windows. You’re donning a comfy sweater and thick woollen scarf, one that was given to you by Seungkwan some few birthdays ago, and his face flushes as he tries to focus on the conversation again. Some story about your closing shift at work and coming home to your dog way later than you had anticipated.

It’s… oddly intimate, Seungkwan thinks as your hands make little gestures while you talk.

The soft, warm overhead cafe lamps make your eyes shine and his breath catches, too afraid to exhale. He thinks if he breathes too harshly he’ll wake up with sweaty palms and a racing heart.

God, he’s so nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and counting the seconds in his head on how long he should be making eye contact with you so as to not come off as suspicious. You smile while recounting the excited way your pup greeted you as you finally had trudged through your front door and the corners of Seungkwan’s mouth arch in turn. Bracing himself, he reaches over the marbled tabletop, grasping a hold of your hands in his as you ramble on and starting to play with your fingers.

Your voice falters for a moment.

Seungkwan traces his thumb along your knuckles and raises an eyebrow, doing his best to look unaffected and not like he wants to press kisses to the pads of your fingertips. When all you do in the end is smile at him and pick up where you left off, he makes a mental fist pump, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now, all Seungkwan has to do is somehow turn the focal point to him. Maybe wait for a natural pause in the conversation, or–

His brain goes haywire as you run your own thumb along the side of his hand. “Something on your mind?” you tease, though he’s quick to notice how your eyes flit between your intertwined fingers and anywhere but his face.

Interesting.

A boost of confidence surging through him, Seungkwan waits a beat before replying smoothly. “Nothing other than you.”

The hopeless romantic in him cheers.

The larger, more realistic part of him is completely mortified.

He watches with a clenched jaw as your face morphs into one of surprise, to disbelief, and then your face is warming to a hue he, frankly, didn’t know was possible. Seungkwan worries he’s faring not much better, clearing his throat and reassuring himself that he can save this somehow.

I wanted to talk to you about something, is what he wants to say.

“Uh,” he says dumbly instead.

There’s an embarrassingly long period of silence between the two of you, clearly both caught off guard by the other. Your hands are still clasped in his.

He tries again. “So…”

The barista calls your name, a matcha latte and iced americano sat side by side on the counter next to some of your favorite pastries on a cute little tray. As if a spell was broken, the pair of you jump apart like you were caught making out rather than just holding hands. You look at him apologetically. “Sorry, Kwannie. Hold that thought.”

Seungkwan is so, so close to banging his head on the table after you stand up and turn away from him. He momentarily wonders how much the hospital bill would cost.

Miraculously enough, he manages to hold himself back. By the time you’re sliding into the booth, giving him his order and inquiring about what he wanted to tell you, Seungkwan has dreadfully made up his mind to postpone the confession for another day. Cafe confessions are overrated, anyways.

┊ Step 2: Express your immense gratitude and appreciation for your relationship!

The next time Seungkwan decides to try his luck, it's over the course of a few days.

Chan, as per usual, treads into their living room with a snack; this time it’s a bag of sour gummy worms. He blinks in surprise at the sight of his roommate carefully arranging a bouquet of flowers on their table as if he’s approaching a baby deer in the wild. Seungkwan’s eyes are practically slits while he snips away at the ends of the flower stems, tongue caught between his teeth in utmost concentration.

The younger boy hovers near him, a little nervous about interrupting his focus and the consequences that would occur if he did. “What kind of flowers are those?”

“Lilacs,” Seungkwan replies immediately, never losing the attention he has on plucking some of the more wilted leaves off of a particular stem. “With some lavender and baby’s breath.”

Chan lets out a low whistle. He then regards the gift basket sitting next to Seungkwan with a small, knowing smirk. “What’s that in the bag?”

His roommate scowls at him as he ties the bouquet together with a soft, white ribbon, the bow the perfect finishing touch. “None of your business.”

“Who are you giving it t—”

“Channie-ah,” Seungkwan warns in a high, sugary sarcastic tone, and said man only smiles wider. “Don’t you have a gym you should be at right now? Or just somewhere else other than here at home?”

Shrugging, Chan pops the last sour gummy worm in his mouth and hastily crumples the empty bag into a ball. “Guess I could see if Soonyoung is up for going to the gym.”

He disappears into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, leaving Seungkwan to his own devices, and your best friend takes this chance to go over his carefully crafted gifts. He bites his lip. He hopes the flowers are to your liking.

His eyes roam over to the simple wickered gift basket on the table, filled to the brim with your favorite snacks. A handmade card sticks out on the side and he cringes. Maybe he shouldn’t have made that on three hours of sleep. He can see the places where the pen in his hand wavered a little too hard, little imperfections that make his skin crawl.

“Goodluck with your confession, Kwannie-ah,” Chan’s amused tone snaps him out of his thoughts.

He's dressed in more socially acceptable going-out clothes now, opting for a heavy winter jacket over a tank top and sweatpants instead of his favorite fuzzy plaid pajama pants. His gym bag is thrown over his shoulder, a water bottle hastily pushed into one of the side pockets. Seungkwan wrinkles his nose as he catches the sight of the silver chain sitting around his neck. He always told Chan they looked a little tacky, but he never listened. To each their own, he guesses, turning back to the dark oak table.

“Yeah yeah, don’t stay out too late,” Seungkwan waves him off.

Chan throws out a laugh as he steps out the door. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back. Y’know, so I’m not interrupting anything.”

The door clicks shut before the man can snipe his roommate with the pair of garden shears he’s holding.

Lee Chan was so fucking lucky he helped pay rent for a comfortable apartment nearby their work and in walking distance from a grocery store. Otherwise, Seungkwan swears he would toss the boy into the street without a second thought.

He still had an hour or two before you arrived; you had texted him earlier saying you would stop by after your work with some takeout, excited for a night in with him to catch up on the dramas neglected lately due to busy schedules. Usually, by this time, he would be sending random voice notes to you pestering you for taking so long and doing an improv song about waiting for a long lost love. Now, though, he blesses the stars that you love to take your sweet time on the train, knowing you spend the minutes with music blasting through your headphones as you gaze out the window lost in thought.

So Seungkwan spends his own time fussing over his appearance, switching from casual clothes to comfy pajamas to business formal (you never know), before he finally settles on some wide-legged joggers and a layered hoodie. That way, he reasons as he fixes his hair for the thirtieth time, no matter if you wanted to go out for a stroll or stay in and cuddle—assuming you accepted his confession, of course—he would be ready to go.

A brrring! from his phone startles him. He rushes to the living room as a muted knock on the door sounds, indicating your arrival.

Okay, Boo Seungkwan, he sucks in a breath. Play it cool.

The first thirty minutes or so go relatively peaceful. You’re fresh in your work clothes, greeting him with a tired smile and your guys’ favorite ramen takeout place. Light, easygoing chatter about your day calms his nerves, making himself comfortable on the couch with your leg pressed against his. It’s moments like these that Seungkwan really cherishes; your skinship and his eagerness, your careful attentiveness and his long rambles, your laugh and his joke being the cause of it.

Photographs and miscellaneous wall prints hang from his walls and watch over the two of you comfortably as you slurp down your ramen, giggling over who can make the most noise. His apartment is homely and he takes pride in it—he never lets anyone forget the amount of hours he spent pouring over what shade of green to paint the walls—but somehow, having you here only makes the place more lively. More homely.

As you’re cleaning up the living room table, a song spilling from your lips, it takes everything in him to not grab you by the waist and kiss you breathless. Instead, Seungkwan makes an excuse to retreat briefly to his bedroom, snatching the flowers and gift basket he had carefully stashed away under his desk.

You look up when he returns and halt in your efforts in stretching his favorite throw—a quilt his mother bought for him—across your body. Surprise is plastered all over your face, and he nervously bites his lip. He really hopes he doesn’t look as whipped for you as he feels right now.

“Hi,” he starts, bowing his head awkwardly and setting the gift basket on your lap. “These are for you.”

Your hands reach for the flowers, lips parted slightly and eyes wide with innocent bliss. Your voice echoes his in a question. “For me?”

“Ah, yeah,” he scratches at his neck and sits down, not wanting to hover over you like some intimidating guy at the bar. Your name falls off his tongue like it was there waiting to be let out. “I wanted to thank you. You um, mean a lot to me, you know? You’ve truly made my life so much more worth living. Whenever I’m sad, you’re right there to hold my hand through it, and whenever I’m happy, it’s like you take that joy and make it tenfold. I truly… don’t know where I would be without your kindness and support. I say this all because… well…”

The words get caught in his throat and he feels himself freeze in panic.

“...Seungkwan?” your smile is puzzled and his gaze pierces you with an intensity that makes you shift in your seat. “Uh, thank you, but my birthday isn’t for another two weeks.”

“I totally understand!—oh.”

He didn't exactly predict you misunderstanding this interaction as one of the thousands of possible outcomes during his nightly overthinking sessions, so he has no idea how to respond. “Uh. Um. This is for another reason other than your birthday, actually.”

“Oh, okay,” you pause. “Then what is it all for? Did you finally snap the friendship bracelet I gave you? You know I can make you a new one; kinda knew it would break with the amount of crap you put it through.”

Before Seungkwan can respond, there’s a heavy series of clunk!-clank!-clink!’s at the door, followed by someone very obviously jingling a set of house keys.

“Seungkwan!” someone sing-songs insufferably from outside the door, and the mentioned person can quite literally hear his jerk of a roommate turning the doorknob multiple times without actually opening it. “My lovely roommate and best friend, I’m home! I cannot wait to tell you about my very productive time at the gym with Soonyoung!”

Lee Chan has his grand entrance through the front door of their apartment, making a show out of kicking off his shoes and bumping against every piece of furniture possible. He doesn’t notice the way you two are fixated on him until he’s face to face across the coffee table with Seungkwan’s deadpan stare and your astonished expression. Chan stops mid-yell, arms falling limply to his side as his brain processes the fact that you two are currently not kissing each other with renewed fervor at the unconcealing of long-held feelings.

“Oh, shit. Was I interrupting something?”

Seungkwan decides right then that being homeless is better than having Chan as a roommate, and that he’ll terminate his lease first thing tomorrow morning.

┊ Step 3: Be honest and direct about your feelings!

After that disastrous last attempt, Seungkwan has sworn off trying to confess—at least, for the time being. He needs time to lick his wounded pride better, and in the meantime, Chan owes him daily morning coffee for a month as an apology.

However, it’s like it's your personal job to make it hard for him to keep his mouth shut.

“God,” you groan and miserably throw your head back against the couch. “Their love is so sweet. I’m so sick of them.”

The pair of you are wrapped up in the thick, white comforter on your bed, your laptop screen illuminating your faces in flashes of bright colorful pastels. Whisper of The Heart is a familiar movie to the both of you, having only watched it millions of times—yet you crawl back to it around the same time each year, heart squeezing excitedly at the life lessons of soul-searching and love taught in the Studio Ghibli film.

It’s the end of the movie, and as you delightfully wring your hands in anticipation for the confession scene, Seungkwan shamefully admits to himself that he spent more time watching your reactions than the movie itself. He can’t help it, eyes flickering to you every time you’d giggle or gush at Shizuku and Seiji’s antics. You were particularly fond of the story Shizuku had written, and he had marveled at the way you couldn’t stop yourself from pausing the movie to explain your analysis of the anecdote to him. He knew your theories inside and out, but he hung onto every word that fell off your lips like it was life or death.

You sigh dreamily and startle Seungkwan out of his thoughts. Your hands are now clutching one of the various stuffed animals thrown haphazardly around your bed. On the screen, Seiji’s arms are wrapped tightly around Shizuku, his words ringing loud and clear through your laptop’s speakers. I love you!

“First loves are so powerful,” you sigh again loudly as the credits begin to roll, the recognizable Country Roads playing. “I wish I got to experience something like them. When is it my turn?”

Time slows down.

Seungkwan knows it’s supposed to be a rhetorical question. That he’s supposed to roll his eyes and tell you to stop playing into your delusions; maybe even joke that you should just download a dating app if you’re this desperate. Perhaps it’s because it’s late into the early morning, or because he had one too many of the devastatingly delicious cookies you two had baked earlier—whatever the reason, he doesn’t even think twice before he’s huffing and throwing his arms around your shoulders, his cheek pressed to yours.

“I love you!”

Oh. That wasn’t how that was supposed to go.

You look at him, eyes wide. He can feel your breath against his lips and it makes his brain short-circuit, pulling away as fast as he had hugged you. The air is suddenly so thick it makes his throat feel choked up, like there’s something dry stuck in it, and he’s desperately reaching for some pathetic excuse as to why he just did what he did.

The credits end and the classic Totoro stares at you two for a brief moment on screen, before going black. It’s eerily silent in your room, your clock ticking like a time bomb on your wall. It’s dark except for the little squishable duck nightlight perched on your dresser, and he watches the way you swallow in the dim lighting.

“Stop messing around,” you ultimately laugh, shoving him away hard in the shoulder and reaching for your bottle of water.

He takes note of the nervousness in your giggles. Messing around? Messing around? He feels a mixture of irritation and frustration well up inside of him, pent up from the past few weeks of misfortune. Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “For goodness’ sake, I’m literally not. I’m serious. I love you.”

A choke.

You’re coughing violently and he’s at your side immediately, rubbing your back in soothing circles. The plushie you were holding is replaced with a proper pillow to keep you upright. “Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

It’s as if you don’t even hear him. You inhale a final breath to steady yourself and gawk at him. “Are you serious?”

“Serious about what?”

“You loving me.”

And it’s as if something in him finally snaps.

“Yes, I’m serious,” he whines, theatrically falling on his side and draping his arms over his quickly reddening face. “But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! It was supposed to be perfect. I had a whole masterminded plan, where we would go to the park, and there’s no one around but us and we sit on a swing set reminiscing about youth, and then the sun would be setting and you’d look at me and go ‘It’s beautiful,’ and then I’d look at you and go—”

Seungkwan stops when he hears your giggle.

He slowly brings his hands down from his face, staring at you with bewilderment.

You’re laughing. He just confessed his undying love for you and you’re laughing.

“Kwannie,” you gasp between fits of laughter, clutching your side with one hand and covering your mouth with the other. “Oh my God, Seungkwan, hold up. Give me a second.”

After your laughter subsides, you gently take his hands in yours. Highlights from the sole source of lighting line your hair in a halo-like glow. Your grin is as wide and as bright as a crescent moon; though his heartbeat is going wild at the what-ifs screaming in his head, he vows that’s going to be his favorite phase of the lunar cycle now.

“Seungkwan,” you start again, tone raw and sweet as honey, “I love you, too.”

You love him. You love him. Fireworks are going off in his brain, and his heart is rejoicing at the fact that you feel the same as he does. He swears he can hear the band that’s playing the congratulatory tune.

“But…” you trail off, and his eyes widen. “Wait, relax. Just listen to me.”

“All that stuff you said—about your confession being perfect. I hope you realize that I don’t need perfection from you,” he opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him with a look. “I’ve never wanted it, either. In fact, I’ve only ever wanted you. This… okay, this is super cheesy, so look away.”

Seungkwan scoffs. You give him another stern look, and he pouts, his gaze zeroing in on your laptop that’s been discarded off to the side. There’s a moment of your hesitation—palpable, so tangible he could hold it in his hands—before he feels the plush of your lips against his cheek.

“You didn’t make me fall for you by being ‘perfect,’ you made me fall for you by being yourself,” you finish, pulling away and ducking your head shyly.

“I—” Seungkwan pauses, his breathing a little shaky. “God, wait, I wish I had a do-over! Hold on.”

A thousand and one thoughts, all incoherent, are running through his mind at lightning speed. You wait patiently as he racks his brain for anything remotely put together.

“Can I kiss you?” is all he ends up asking. He gives up on being eloquent in his speech for now—his mind can’t really function anymore, only focused on one goal, and you giggle as his palm cups your cheek.

Your eyes meet his, shining. “Of course.”

When his lips press to yours, he swears he can see songs and hear colors. If there’s one thing that didn’t go wrong about this impromptu confession, it’s your lips moving against his, soft and tender and everything else he had imagined. You pull away first and he finds himself following, hoping you’ll indulge him in a second one; when you do, smiling against his lips, he feels like he’s made true inner peace with himself.

“Okay, I know this changes things, but please let me have a do-over,” Seungkwan gripes, finally breaking away and resting his forehead against yours. “Let me ask you out for real.”

“Alright, Kwannie,” you laugh and give him another peck on the lips. “When?”

“When?” he echoes, grinning mischievously. “Honey, the surprise is the best part. If I tell you when, it makes it less than perfect.”

┊ Step 4: Pray they don’t reject you Respect their response, no matter good or bad!

On the day of your birthday, you have your first date with Boo Seungkwan.

It’s confirmed when you and him are out on a leisurely walk, meandering around the park near your place and talking about the meanings of life. There’s not much to it; you’re dressed up in your favorite winter clothes, a scarf once again wrapped around your neck, your nose tucked into it to keep it from getting too cold. Your voice is muffled but pleasant to his ears, a warmth biting away the brisk air as the day winds down.

He’s jittery and he knows it. His gloved fingers brush yours every so often, hesitating before pulling away, and his eyes are embarrassed every time they meet yours. You had looked up at him earlier with mirth swimming in your eyes, giggling. “Nervous ‘cause we’re on a date?”

Seungkwan pouts. “Well, yes, actually. Simple as it is, I’d like this to be our first date of many.”

He sees the shock cross your eyes before it's replaced with pure joy. You tuck your face more into your scarf and Seungkwan physically feels his fists clench with the sudden urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Okay,” you mumble, reaching for his hand and locking your fingers together. “Lead the way, then.”

Seungkwan giddily tightens his hold on you. He simply can’t believe his luck. The love between you two feels like second nature, like something he’s known how to do all his life, and he wouldn’t trade the feeling of your hand in his for the world. You’re his go-to point of contact. His best friend. His partner in crime. His person.

The January sun, long and painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink, is dipping behind the city buildings when he stops. He didn’t really have a spot in mind for what he wanted to say, instead basing it off of how many steps he could take before the golden hour light hit your face just right.

He wants to kiss you again.

You quizzically raise an eyebrow as Seungkwan rubs his glove-encased thumb along yours, his brown eyes warm. “I know you said I just have to be myself, but being myself includes being totally and immensely in love with you to the point of having to confess twice. Also because my pride still can’t take that I confessed earlier than I wanted to.”

You’re laughing, and he is too, but he wipes away the tears welling up in his eyes and returns his hands to yours, proceeding. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I’m so grateful and blessed by the stars to have had you in my life as a friend up until now, and I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to return the happiness and more.”

He says your name, soft and precious. Your eyelashes flutter. “Will you let me have the honor of being your boyfriend?”

No hesitation laces your reply.

“Yes, stupid. For you, it’s always yes.”

Sharing giggles, you throw your arms around his neck, lips brushing his before closing the remaining distance. The kiss is just as sweet as the first few, however a little colder due to the frigid winds picking up around you. He feels your smile against his lips and knows his expression is mirroring yours. It's silly and profound, and you would think with how dramatic he’s being, he just proposed to you for life. Shit. He’s getting ahead of himself, and stuffs the thought away for another time.

He pulls away this time and clutches you close to him. “Let’s go inside now? I actually had more to say, but I’m freezing.”

You throw your head back in a mellifluous laugh and nod vigorously. Smiling, Seungkwan firmly believes he’ll never get tired of the sound, just like he’ll never tire of his life being entwined with yours.

┊ Bonus:

Your teeth are chattering and your skin tingles as you step into your wonderfully heated and dimly lit apartment. “Wow, it’s so cold out—”

“Surprise! Happy birthday!”

The lights flicker on as you shout, scrambling back into Seungkwan’s arms. Your friend group stands in various corners of your living area, some holding party poppers and wearing poorly suited birthday hats. Seungcheol holds a cake in his hands that’s frosted with your favorite color. When they see the two of your guys’ interlocked hands, a second round of cheers erupt, and you laugh in disbelief.

“Just so you know, you can thank me for you two finally getting together,” Chan exclaims happily from his spot next to a smirking Jeonghan, pumping his fist in the air with the excitement of a kid who just got told he can stay up an hour past his bedtime.

Seungkwan lunges for him.

“Okay, but am I wrong? Stop it—ow, wait, ouch, stop—!”

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nonranghaes · 2 days ago

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heads up: alcohol mentions (seungkwan). reader and seungkwan both have painted nails. cozy post-birthday celebration self care hours <3

this is bliss. seungkwan has somewhat draped himself across the couch and your lap, his back pressing against the pillows you'd placed there for him while the two of you watch a drama together. from the moment jeonghan dropped him off at your apartment, joking that he's "your problem now" (something he's only ever said when getting a drunk seungkwan to you, and is always punctuated with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek lest he want seungkwan pouting at him thinking his teasing means anything), he's felt this mushy, gooey feelings in his chest as you dote on him. his face is still dewy from the face masks that the two of you did together, and now you're painting his nails because he wants the two of you to match.

"she's too good for him." he wrinkles his nose at the screen. "i'm glad he's not her love interest."

you hum in response, warm fingers holding his own as you continue to carefully work. "she's gotta go on bad dates before she realizes she already found the one. this guy's overstaying his welcome, though."

"is that how it felt?" he looks over at you, face still warm and body still fuzzy from a mix of alcohol and his feelings for you. "the bad dates part."

"before you?" you peek up for a moment, just to see him nod. "yeah. it did. what about you?"

he looks away, a little too smug now. "i always knew. if you had found someone you were happy with, though... i would have moved on."

and you know he means it. you're glad he's yours, though. that you're his. that he confessed his feelings for you, flustered and quiet and so, so shy as he was afraid it'd ruin the friendship you already had. the rest is history, and you might write it down someday just to keep it for yourself.

you're careful with his hands, wet nail polish still shiny in the light, and lean over to press a kiss against his cheek. "happy birthday, my boo. i'm glad it's you."

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buntanteen · 2 days ago

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svt fic recs list <3 - boo seungkwan birthday edition - sfw ver.

summary: for seungkwan's birthday, 7 sfw reader insert fics:)

contains: sfw romantic content. majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

❥ fake dating seungkwan - @xinganhao

nAWTTTTT me giggling and blushing while reading this in my workplace breakroom before my shift?? the established friendship? the compliments? subtle flirting? tHAT FINAL EMAIL OOFJKFB?!?! "i was ready to do all of it, only because it's you" kwANNIE the man you areeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee efjkbd

❥ SEUNGKWAN BOYFRIEND HABITS - @odxrilove

oH LAWDDDD the idea of ~shy~ seungkwan?? and he's so bashful he has to hold hands under the table to calm down?? mY BABYYYY😭😭 ALSOOOO?? PEELING👏FRUIT👏?!? (as someone who actually did use to bite my nails and is trying to take better care of them, this hits close to homeee :,3)

❥ being MCs' together and falling for each other - @babyleostuff

OKAYYYYYYYYYYY but like, being MCs with kwannie would genuinely be the most fun time everrrrrrr...bUT THE ADDITION OF ROMANCE ARGHVKBKJ (the cheek kiss aKSJFBD)

❥ bf!seungkwan thoughts - @boorines

(note: a hintttt of spice but nothing explicit!) KICKING MY FEET AHHHHHHHHH TO BE ADORED BY BOO SEUNGKWANNN 🥺(pls dude, give me one (1) chance) the physical touchieeess~ i can SOOOOOOOOOO imagine a lil stern pout when he tells you off for not taking care of yourself AHRHGDFB

❥ bf seungkwan headcanons - @etherealyoungk

romantically being with him would be like being with the most supportive bestie ever 🥹omggggg he'll give you everything and anything nghrfvkjk gimme this boyfriend nowwwwwww

❥ big spoon, little spoon - @wheeboo

AM I CHEESING SO BAD I THREW MY PHONE?? NOOOOO WUH NEVERRRR *screeches* ...they're...THEY'RE SO SOFT WITH EACH OTHERRRRRRRRRRR 😭😭😭

❥ strangers to enemies!seungkwan - @xinganhao

THE FIC THAT GOT ME INTO READING MORE KWANNIE FICS HEHEHEHE~ i think it is so sillyyyyy and funnnnn arhgbvkfj

ames note: happy birthday my birth month twinnnnnnn!! i adore you so muchhhh~ you were my og bias wayyy before i got into svt. i always get tearful when i think about you because of how much you mean to me and how much you mean to the world. you own so much of my heart :((( i hope you're able to spend your birthday and 2025 well~

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woozisguitar · 2 months ago

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happy fuckin' birthday

pairing: jihoon x reader (afab)

warnings: kissing, swearing, suggestive towards the end so MDNI, bad bad ideas

word count: 1.2k

a/n: happy birthday to my girlfriend, husband, princess, the real love of my life, lee jihoon. idk what id do without you, my loverboy. everyday im so grateful you and me exist in the same timeline. please always be happier than me <3 (lowercase intended and not beta)

the fast bustling and the faint smell of coffee, which once felt intimidating, now feels like home. it’s been 8 months since you were last here, and god, you missed this. the overseas project took longer than anticipated, but none of that matters now that you’re back with the one you love. you slowly make your way to the floor where his studio is, trying to be as lowkey as possible. see, the thing is, you were supposed to arrive a week later, but the project wrapped up early, and there was no reason for you to stay away from your lover on his birthday. cue a last-minute birthday surprise which only you and his manager knew about.

when the elevator opened on his studio floor, you came face to face with none other than kwon soonyoung. soonyoung is a close friend, but you knew his hyperactivity would give away your plans in a second.

“yn, what are you—”

“shhhhhhhhhhh!” you shushed soonyoung, pulling him into the elevator and pressing the button to the top floor.

“dude, what the hell are you doing back so early?”

“jihoon’s birthday. the project wrapped up, and there was no reason for me to miss it,” you explained and saw a smile creeping up on your friend’s face.

“so, i’m guessing he doesn’t know?”

“nope. i planned this so last minute i’m not even sure if he’s free today.”

“he’s free. working as usual,” soonyoung rolled his eyes, “but i think i have an idea.”

“uh-oh.”

“so your great idea was to tell everyone except jihoon that i’m here? way to keep things lowkey, soonie,” you rolled your eyes, trying to figure out which idea would involve all 12 of jihoon’s members and his manager.

“nooo,” he dragged out the 'o', “the great idea is that we will distract him and sneak you into the studio where you can hide. then, once we leave, you can surprise him!”

“or give him a heart attack and an early death, which would be one hell of a birthday gift,” seungkwan commented, side-eyeing soonyoung.

“well, do you have a better idea?” seungkwan slowly shook his head no. “that’s what i thought. anyways, yn, trust me—he will like this.”

you gave his idea a second thought. well, it’s not like you had something better in mind anyway.

“god, this better work, soonyoung, or i’ll have your head.”

so the idea was indeed stupid.

the plan was that jihoon’s manager would first enter the studio to discuss next week’s schedule, and once he gave you a thumbs-up, the members would all file in and ‘discuss the latest album.’ 12 men filing in to talk at the same time about the same thing? totally not suspicious.

but somehow, this was the best bet you had. so now you were outside the universe factory with the members, waiting for jihoon’s manager to give a thumbs-up. after what felt like an eternity (it was 5 minutes), his manager emerged and gave a subtle thumbs-up.

this was truly starting to feel more and more stupid as the plan progressed.

“everyone ready?” whispered mingyu, and the others nodded in confirmation. slowly, they all started to file in, and you heard them greet jihoon. once all of them were inside, you slowly peeped in to see them form a subtle wall between jihoon and the back of the couch where you were planning to hide.

slowly, you crept in, crouching low and making your way toward the back of the couch. you heard the boys discuss concepts and styles they wanted to try out for the new album. from this angle, it looked like jihoon was undergoing an intervention, and you stifled a small giggle at the mental image. after making sure you were hidden properly behind the couch, you slowly peeked out from the side to see jihoon between jun’s and dino’s legs.

god, he looks so pretty, were your first thoughts. it had been 8 months since you last saw him in person, felt his touch, and kissed his lips. you wanted nothing more than for this plan to be over so you could kiss your boyfriend. you slid back into your hiding spot and texted soonyoung that you were in place. you heard his phone buzz and received a thumbs-up in response.

the members slowly started to wrap up their ‘discussion’ and leave the studio after making some kind of excuse. if jihoon noticed their weird behavior, he sure as hell didn’t comment on it. once all the members left, you slowly peeked out again to see jihoon turned to his computer with his headphones in place. you could hear the loud bass from his headphones and made a mental note to reprimand him about it later.

you crawled from your hiding spot toward jihoon’s chair. from your position, you saw seokmin, soonyoung, and seungkwan hiding behind a partially obstructive door, phones already recording. you quietly rose to your feet, making sure not to touch anything that could alert him to your presence. you leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

“happy birthday, baby.”

jihoon jumped from his chair, arms raised to fight whoever broke in. his sudden movement shook you off balance, and you grabbed his now discarded chair to stabilize yourself.

“calm down—it’s me!” you exclaimed, giggling at his confused face.

“y/n,” jihoon blinked, lowering his hands, “what..? i don’t...?”

you heard booseoksoon giggling outside and yelled at them to leave you two alone. once you heard the door click shut, you got closer to jihoon, pressing another kiss to his nose.

“yes, y/n, you dork.”

“you’re here.”

“mhm.”

“you’re actually here? i’m not, like, hallucinating or anything, right?” jihoon blinked, trying to figure out what was happening, making you giggle.

“yes, yes, i’m actually here.”

upon hearing this, jihoon grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be back next week.”

“well, you see,” you hugged him tighter, “i finished the project early and had a lovely guy waiting for me on the other side of the world. and i wanted to celebrate his birthday with him.”

“you did this all for me?” he breathed out.

“of course. who else would i do this for?”

jihoon shook his head, falling back into his chair and dragging you to straddle him.

“god, i fucking missed you,” he said, pulling you in for a heated kiss.

all the months of missing, yearning, and longing manifested in desperate kisses shared between the two of you. you slid your fingers into his hair while his found home in the curve of your waist, pulling you into him. jihoon slid his tongue into your mouth while you started to slowly grind yourself against him. he let out a moan, prompting you to keep grinding, feeling yourself heat at the core. jihoon’s moans grew louder as you felt him harden below you.

“wait,” you pulled back breathless, “not yet.”

“mhmm..?” jihoon made a confused sound at the lack of contact. his eyes were blown with desire, and his fingers held you close, almost as if he were worried you’d disappear.

“i want to give you your first birthday present,” you smirked mischievously, getting off his lap and kneeling in front of him.

“what are you...oh.”

jihoon leaned back, a sigh escaping his lips. “well, happy fucking birthday to me.”

and after a series of birthday ‘gifts,’ it was indeed a happy birthday.

a/n: heh sorry for teasing but I really do wish 100000/10 that jihoon gets the best birthday head he deserves one so bad (I volunteer as tribute-)

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bitterie-sweetie · 11 months ago

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Fake it til you make it

Pairing: Jeonghan x reader Genre: fluff, fake dating WC: 6.5k Warnings: alcohol A/N: yes it's about vday buuut it's actually for @syuperseventeen's bdayyy!!! surprise surprise! happy birthday nat, i hope this year is even better and filled with many things to look forward to <3

Your Valentine’s date with Jeonghan is coming up and yet the only thing on your mind is how to break up with him. Of course breaking up with someone is difficult, but you’d argue that what’s more difficult is breaking up with someone you never even dated.

Jeonghan is a prankster.

Growing up, you’d often be on the receiving end of his pranks at school. Third grade “initiation” had you drenched in water after he told you to pin a cup against the wall with a straw, and in ninth grade you had tears streaming down your face after eating an entire scoop of wasabi—not the matcha ice cream he said it was. Then there was the time he did something to make your first crush hate you, which, in hindsight, was a good thing because the guy turned out to be a total asshole.

It wasn’t Jeonghan’s fault entirely when you were too willing to fall for his pranks because being the target of a prank meant having his attention, and that’s something that you wanted. Jeonghan had a way of making everyone feel special, and his attention was a limelight that you never wanted to step out of.

Honestly, you might’ve kept up with it if he kept going. But then that fateful day came and it was like you were suddenly on his side, working with him instead of being the victim to his antics, and you’d say that that’s what has kept the two of you together after all these years.

Well, at least until now.

“Hey,” you greet in a rush, looking around the table at everyone and seeing that you’re truly the last one to arrive. Usually, you’d give that place to Lee Chan; he’s the most popular of your friend group and almost always has a prior appointment to your meetups. “Sorry I’m late. My train was delayed and—oh, did you already order for me?”

Jeonghan slides a sealed bubble tea across the table and sets it in front of your seat—the one empty chair right beside him, no less. When you glance at him questioningly he shrugs and tilts his head towards the crowd at the front. “The line was too long so I ordered yours with mine. Hope you’re feeling like your usual today.”

Indeed, the sticker on the cup shows that it’s your go-to order. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you. Thanks, babe.”

Today’s meet up with your friend group is the first of the year and it’s also the first time you’re seeing everyone since Chan’s wedding… including Jeonghan. You would’ve spent Christmas and New Year’s with him had he not cancelled on you, and now that bit of distance has manifested into a larger uncertainty for you over the past while. Even now, the ‘babe’ seemed to come out awkwardly, sticking to your throat.

“Wow, you guys are actually disgusting. I hope you know that.” Seungkwan makes a face at you, and beside him, Soonyoung nods a few times in agreement.

You plaster on a smile. “It’s okay to just say you’re jealous.”

The only response you get is an eye-roll from Soonyoung, and then everyone moves on, thankfully. Mingyu asks you what you’ve been up to so you talk about your recent promotion at work and some new habits you’ve started in the new year, and when you sense that the conversation is starting to approach the territory of your future with Jeonghan, you gently steer it towards Chan. After all, he’s the one that got married just a few months ago, and you know he would never miss the chance to talk about his amazing honeymoon and how great this new chapter of his life is going.

There is truly nothing like adult friendships and its quarterly updates.

Once there’s a bit of a lull in the conversation, Jeonghan turns to you. “What are you doing this week?”

“Oh, this week?” Your heart speeds up tenfold at the uncertainty of what might come next. “Hmm well, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, exactly.” He nods and much to your relief, there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “So I’ll see you for our date then?”

“Of course, babe.”

“Can’t you guys do this somewhere else?” Soonyoung says as he stares daggers in your direction. You totally understand and sympathize with that though; today you’re turning up the sweetness more than usual to compensate for the distance you actually feel, unfortunately at the expense of your friends.

Jeonghan completely ignores Soonyoung’s complaint and doesn’t even look his way. “That’s good,” he says, leaning back in his seat and almost looking relieved at your answer. “I was afraid my darling might not have time for me anymore.”

“What? No way. Did you have anything in mind for our date?”

“Hmm, yes but it’s a surprise. I’ll text you the details later.”

“Well, uh, I have to run,” Chan says, slowly getting up from his seat. The rest of you hardly bat an eye, having gotten too used to his busy schedule. “It was nice seeing everyone. You guys should come over for my housewarming once everything is set up.”

Mingyu stands up too. “Oh, I actually have to go too; got a dinner with Wonwoo later.”

…On second thought, perhaps you overcompensated a bit too much with the cringe. Soonyoung and Seungkwan leave soon after getting a call from their roommate, Seokmin, and then it’s just you and Jeonghan at the table. Still seated side by side, your arm occasionally brushing against his.

“How have you really been?” he asks in a low voice.

“Decent, I guess, despite the winter blues and all. It’s pretty much what I said earlier.” You shrug when he remains silent. “Why do you ask? Do I look depressed or something?”

“No,” he shakes his head with a laugh, “not depressed, exactly, but I wanted to see if you’re as sad as I am about not seeing each other in so long.” Then he leans in a bit closer, as if to whisper a secret. “I missed you, darling.”

It’s times like this when you feel like he’s toeing the line. There’s a small smile lingering on his lips and a softer look in his eyes, not at all like the overdone sweetness to the point of sarcasm from before, but you can never tell if he really means what he says or if this is just part of the act.

Regardless, it makes your face feel hot and it makes you unable to look directly at him.

“Oh… yeah,” you say, trying to make a quick recovery. “It’s too bad we missed out on the holidays but at least we get Valentine’s Day.”

“Yup, that’s exactly why I have something special in mind for that day. I want to make it up to you, darling.”

You give him a smile and then go to take a sip of your drink, and that’s pretty much the end of the conversation. Despite saying he misses you, it’s interesting how he doesn’t explain why he bailed on the holidays in the first place, and you don’t know whether you should ask about it at this point.

Or if you should even be curious about such a thing.

Jeonghan pulls you out of your thoughts with a brush of his hand on yours. “It’s getting dark. Let’s head out?”

You agree and then let him hold your hand, lace his fingers with yours, and then lead you out of the shop. He doesn’t let go until you cross the parking lot and get to his car. It’s strange, you think. You can’t seem to recall the last time the two of you held hands so naturally like this especially when there’s no one else around.

In fact, when the two of you are alone, the sickening sweetness is always toned down but not completely dropped. Now, Jeonghan’s smiles are softer around the edges like they’re less exaggerated, less of a performance, and when he calls you darling, his voice is quieter and isn’t at all coated in the sticky honey you’re used to. When he hugs you goodbye at your door, it’s a loose hug and almost has a degree of uncertainty.

Jeonghan steps back but lingers just for a second. “I’ll see you in a few days for our date, darling.”

“Of course,” you put on a smile, “I can’t wait, babe.”

He waits until you get into your building before giving a little wave and then heading on his way.

After you close the door behind you and collapse onto your bed, you heave a sigh and finally let the smile slip from your lips. So there would be a Valentine’s date this year after all; the anticipation makes your heart speed up the slightest but at the same time makes you all the more anxious. You thought that he really would end things today, and if not, that you should be the one to do so. But seeing him after so long, feeling the way the warmth of his touch lingers on your skin, basking in the brightness of his smiles, you simply couldn’t utter those words.

Perhaps Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be the right time to do it either, or maybe your date won’t end up happening for whatever reason. You know that this is something you have to do, but the question is how exactly would you go about doing it? Because there is one major problem.

You’re not dating Jeonghan at all.

One moment in high school is what started this whole thing.

It was eleventh grade drama class—which Jeonghan thought would be fun to take as an elective—that resulted in the two of you being cast in the school play. Although neither of you landed a role that was remotely close to important, Jeonghan decided to have fun with it and improvise during your one minute of screen time and that somehow turned your insignificant cameos into a beautiful romance that had the audience rooting for you.

And that very moment somehow managed to embed itself so deeply in your relationship with Jeonghan that it became a long running joke to this day.

Today you’re sitting across from Soonyoung and Seungkwan again, with Mingyu beside you this time. Almost an exact replica of last week’s meetup, but Chan already has plans and Jeonghan is very obviously missing—something Soonyoung points out immediately.

“Wow, no Jeonghan today?” he says loudly even before the hostess is out of earshot. The people at the two tables nearby glance in your direction and you start to regret coming here at all. “We really won this one. Y/N, we should do this more often.”

You definitely should not. “Um, yeah. Totally.”

Last week’s meeting with your friends is what gave you the idea to consult with them about your situation. You first suggested the idea to Mingyu, and then used the prospect of free food to get Soonyoung and Seungkwan to come out, and naturally, Chan is busy so it ends up being the four of you at brunch. Which is better on your wallet, you think. You get the feeling that this quarterly meetup can totally happen more often if you were to make this offer every time.

As for what you’re about to ask… well, truthfully, you still don’t know if you should even do it. You’ve gone so many years without saying a word that it’d simply be odd to ask now, plus you would run the risk of making everything weird. But if you don’t do it, you would only end up making it weird anyway because how much longer can you go on pretending?

Besides, it’s not only you and Jeonghan who are prolonging this inside joke for way longer than it should’ve lasted. All of your friends should be in on it if they treat the two of you like a couple too.

The waiter comes by to take your orders, and you try not to wince at the entire list that comes out of Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s mouths. Mingyu gets the least, seemingly knowing that something is up if the worried glances he throws your way is anything to go by.

Once the waiter leaves, that’s when the small talk stops and all eyes turn to you.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Soonyoung asks with a goofy grin. “Since Jeonghan’s not here, does that mean you need help with Valentine’s Day plans or something?”

Beside him, Seungkwan has the complete opposite expression as he eyes you warily between sips of his americano.

You take a huge swig of water like it’s liquid courage, and then go for it. “This is going to sound weird…” you start, trying not to notice the way Seungkwan tenses up as if bracing for your words, “but I wanted to ask you guys what my relationship with Jeonghan is.”

Silence. Complete, dead silence.

Soonyoung freezes like he’s in a photograph while Seungkwan’s hand holding his americano hangs in mid air as a drop of the drink dribbles down the side of his lip.

“Sorry, what?” It’s Soonyoung who recovers first. “I think I heard that wrong.”

You shake your head. “Just tell me.”

“You’re asking us what your relationship with your own boyfriend is?”

“Boyfriend—exactly!” You have to hold back all the thoughts you have on the topic. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. So you think he’s my boyfriend? That we’re dating?”

Soonyoung frowns but it’s Seungkwan who answers, exasperated. “Y/N, what are you trying to say here? Are you trying to say you guys broke up? Or do you think we don’t know you well enough and this is a test? Can you say whatever it is directly—”

“Jeonghan and I aren’t together.”

There, you said it. Your biggest secret is out.

It should make you relieved to finally let out the secret you’ve been harbouring for years or it should at least alleviate some of the weight on your chest, but it doesn’t. The silence in the wake of your confession only closes in on you and makes it all the more suffocating.

“Any—anymore?”

“No. We were never together.”

The bit of silence from earlier repeats itself. Maybe you should become a speaker or presenter with your ability to draw such reactions from a crowd.

Seungkwan noisily sets down his drink and then leans forward with a frown. He’s still in denial, that much is obvious, and he narrows his eyes as he asks, “Is this a joke? A hidden camera? Are you trying to prank us like Jeonghan—”

“No, I’m completely serious. It’s really not what it seems, and this is why I’m asking you guys what you see us as because at this point I don’t even know the answer myself.”

With a deep breath, you tell them the truth about this entire thing.

You tell them about the high school play and your impromptu acting, and how that led for the two of you to become the famous couple at school afterwards. Sure, it might’ve been a good thing because that meant your acting was believable. But to two people who were interested in just about anything except love at that age, it was annoying and gross.

After the show when the shippers wouldn’t stop, the two of you decided to do what you do best—pull a prank. You spent that Valentine’s Day together as a joke and acted extra disgusting to mock couples while making fun of how stupid people were to believe whatever you showed them. In twelfth grade, the two of you did the same for Valentine’s Day and then even went to prom together as a joke.

In recent years, however, the annual joke of a Valentine’s Day date has turned into his Christmas and your Lunar New Year, his cousin’s graduation, your coworker’s housewarming, and Lee Chan’s wedding. It’s made you on a texting basis with his sister and it’s made him familiar with all your favourite food spots and go-to orders. It’s turned him into someone who’s simultaneously as distant as an acquaintance yet closer than a best friend.

And so, here you are, living an entire lie because you and Jeonghan had the whole world fooled.

“That’s insane,” Soonyoung says when you finally finish the story, unable to look your way and instead, stares into his drink with how mind blown he is.

Seungkwan, on the other hand, remains a bit skeptical. “Okay, but then what was with all that PDA?All the kissing? Is this some sort of situationship?”

“Oh, um.” Immediately you can feel your cheeks heating up. You didn’t think this far at all but now it seems like the entire truth will have to come out. “All of it was fake. We’ve… never actually kissed.”

That drama class has taught you more than you needed to know about manipulating angles and the audience’s perception, and Jeonghan is very good at it. Your fake kisses were often just a trick of the angle or occasionally using the thumb trick, and having seen the evidence captured in photos over the years, you know how convincing it can look.

Now, it’s embarrassing to admit for reasons you never would’ve imagined. Admitting to pulling a childish prank like this is one thing, but the realization that you and Jeonghan have faked it for so long without ever once making it real has you feeling almost dejected.

“I always knew Jeonghan was crazy but I didn’t know he’d be *this* crazy.” Soonyoung now has his head in his hands and is staring off into space. “This is the most insane story I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure if I should be happy for you or sad.”

You give a wry smile. “Yeah, well, I get why you would think we were together though. You met us in college and wouldn’t have known about what happened in the past so I guess there would never be a reason to question it.”

Beside you, Mingyu clears his throat and you turn to look at him. He’s been so quiet throughout your story that you were too busy focusing on the reactions of the other two, but looking at him now, his reaction is entirely different. Mingyu isn’t as surprised as he is concerned. “Actually, Y/N, a few years ago…” he says hesitantly, “there was a time when I asked him if you were actually dating.”

“You did? What did he say?”

“He didn’t deny it.”

“Well, we all know how he loves to be ambiguous and leave things a mystery.”

Mingyu shakes his head. “No—see, that’s what I thought too, but it was different that time. At first he didn’t deny it, but when I pushed a bit more, he said that you’re dating. In actual words and with the most serious look I’ve ever seen on his face.”

This is news to you. You always assumed that they were all in on the joke and would’ve never guessed that anyone actually asked Jeonghan, but the fact that he answered that way is all the more baffling.

“I don’t get it. Why would he tell you that?”

“Yeah, so,” Soonyoung says, “from then on we all thought that was fully confirmed, and he never said or implied otherwise.”

“Right…”

Mingyu nudges you gently. “Y/N, are you telling us about this now because you’re planning on stopping the act? Has it been bothering you? Or did something happen?”

“Is that why you wanted to tell us today?” Soonyoung lets out a dramatic gasp and leans all the back in his chair, hands over his mouth. “Don’t tell me—are you going to stop the act because you have a crush on someone?”

“What? No, definitely not. It’s not that, it’s—”

Here’s the next part of your big secret being revealed, something you weren’t entirely ready for but you tell yourself that this needs to happen.

It’s because of your feelings for Jeonghan. Your very real, very genuine feelings that have nothing to do with this prank.

Truthfully, you can’t pinpoint when you started feeling this way, much like you’re not sure how this joke was able to stick around for so long. It could be the most recent development—when your friend tried to convince you to hop on a dating app, all you could think about was how wrong it felt because you already had Jeonghan. Or maybe it was the Valentine’s Day just before college graduation when he leaned in so closely you thought he was going to kiss you, for real this time, and then only realizing much later that you were disappointed that it wasn’t real.

Or perhaps it started way back, to the time he asked you to prom—he said he didn’t have a date only for you to later find out he’d already rejected two promposals from other people. All for your fake relationship, supposedly.

And now, for you, what has started as a harmless prank has turned into something much more than that over the years.

Everyone looks like they're at a loss for words after that part, and even Soonyoung has lost his enthusiasm after hearing it. “Shit, that’s…” he starts. “Okay, yeah, I’m definitely sad for you.”

Seungkwan and Mingyu have similar sentiments but you wave them off, eager to lighten the mood again after such heavy topics. The food on the table has been long finished and you’re beginning to feel like you’re overstaying your welcome when there’s a crowd waiting at the front of the restaurant. “It’s fine, it’s whatever. I just wanted to get this off my chest today so that I can figure things out before I see him in a few days.”

A while later, you finish paying and then all head out together.

The conversation continues to replay itself in your head, and you realize there is one thing you’re curious about. You turn to Mingyu. “By the way—Mingyu, why *did* you ask Jeonghan if we were actually dating?”

Mingyu stops mid-stride and freezes like a deer in headlights, clearly not expecting your question at all. “I—um, I was asking for a friend.”

“A friend?”

“Yeah, Chan.” He nods a few times in a row. “I thought Chan had a crush on you and I was trying to help him out.”

Strange, seeing as you’ve probably interacted with Chan the least among your friend group. He’s simply too booked and busy to hang out with you, and has been all throughout your college years together.

Oh, and he’s married.

“Like, before he met his wife?” you ask.

Soonyoung starts to cough furiously from where he is a few steps ahead while Mingyu’s cheeks redden the slightest bit.

You vaguely remember the first time the two of you did this, and how it wasn’t anything like how it’s going now.

Tonight is the night you’re supposed to go on your date with Jeonghan, and you’ve been buzzing with nerves since the night before. You have no idea what to expect for tonight since all he told you about it was to show up at his apartment, and that in itself was slightly concerning as you’ve never been to his home before nor has he been so secretive about any plans. Usually the two of you would be going to a casual place or would have the schedule shared ahead of time if it was a more formal event that needed preparation.

Jeonghan buzzes you in when you arrive and before you can say you’ll wait for him in the lobby, he tells you to go up to his unit. Again, a bit strange. You do as he asks though, and then even go to knock on the door when there’s no sign of him coming out.

When he opens the door and steps aside, that’s when everything clicks—you’re not here so that he can get his car and take you to your date location. This *is* the date location.

Beyond the doorway, you can see that his apartment is completely decorated. Rose petals line the sides of the hall and lead to the dining table, covered in a deep red tablecloth and perfectly set for your meal. Beside it, a large bouquet of roses rests at the center of the sideboard surrounded by a row of flickering candles which light up the space.

Even without knowing what his home normally looks like, it’s obvious that all this would’ve taken a lot of effort to set up.

“Jeonghan, why did you prepare all this?”

He gives you a dazzling smile. “Because my darling deserves the best, of course. I told you I was going to make it up to you for cancelling Christmas.”

“Babe, that’s too sweet of you. You really didn’t have to.” You try to return his smile but it doesn’t come easy when this whole situation is overwhelming. Then you let him take your coat and then guide you to the dining table where everything is set up.

Only when you’re seated do you realize that his response doesn’t answer your question at all.

The scent of the roses fill the room and looking at them gives you a pang in your heart. This is what the two of you used to make fun of—these big, romantic gestures, and the couples that willingly eat them up. Now it’s as if the tables have turned and you don’t know what to think.

If this were in public, in front of your friends or other people, you would’ve said that it was another funny gesture that Jeonghan put up for the sake of making them cringe. Because the two of you were the perfect joking, prankster couple, right?

Now that it’s just you and him here, it confuses you as to why he’s going to such lengths for a joke when it’s something that no one else would see, when there’s no audience to watch his performance.

You watch as Jeonghan busies himself in the kitchen, serving the food that he’s prepared and pouring the wine into glasses while glancing your way every once in a while. He looks pleased, you note, and he should be if he got his space to look this beautiful. But you can sense that there’s something else too, almost like a nervousness that sits on his shoulder every time he breezes past you and makes eye contact for the briefest second.

After everything is ready, he finally takes a seat across from you and the dinner begins.

Making small talk is easy at first; you comment on your surprise at this type of date, talk about how cold it’s been lately and how it sucks that your company is forcing you to go back into the office. You ask him how his holiday went and how his family has been, and mention how cute his sister’s new puppy is after seeing a post about it on her social media.

You know you’re just delaying the inevitable. Somehow you get the feeling he knows it too, judging by the way his answers are shorter than usual and how your conversation feels so superficial. So this time after there’s a lull in the conversation, you decide to go for it.

"Jeonghan, um…"

"Hmm?" He looks at you and waits for you to continue, but you don't. Or rather, you can't. "Ah, you're going to comment on how good this is, right?" he says instead, as if supplying you with a way out.

You're all too eager to grab onto it. "Wow, you read my mind." An enthusiastic nod, a slight look of surprise. "It's amazing. Did you make all this yourself?"

Jeonghan shakes his head and then follows up with a sheepish smile. "Partly. The rest is store bought."

Another nod, and then it just ends there again. Seated in this spot with the soft lighting of flickering candles cast against the wall and the heat of Jeonghan's gaze on you, the feeling of discomfort only grows. It's hard to remember what the two of you were like before, during the days when everything seemed so silly–when each move was a clearly defined act between two actors and the world was your stage. And most importantly, when each smile he showed you didn't send your stomach into somersaults or your mind into a loop of second guessing.

The air is so heavy and stifling that you grab your glass and down a large gulp of the wine. At least when you're drinking, you wouldn’t have to speak, whether that might be responding to him in a way that gives away all of your thoughts, or completely spilling them out yourself. Maybe the alcohol will also drown out some of your anxieties and–

"Hey, slow down." Jeonghan glances at you with worry. "We have all night."

You set the glass down, albeit a bit reluctantly. "Right, sorry. This wine is just so good."

Yet another lie, but what's one more at this point? The wine is much too sour and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You would've much preferred a soda or bubble tea, and drinking something fancy like this during such a fancy occasion makes you feel like you're pretending to be someone you're not.

Which is exactly what you're doing, isn't it? You've been living a lie this entire time.

You briefly wonder if Jeonghan feels the same way—the two of you have never properly spent time alone in complete privacy, and to have your first time be in such a formal atmosphere must feel strange. But if he's uncomfortable, he makes no sign of showing it. Or maybe he's always been the better actor of the two of you.

“You know, since you mentioned seasonal depression, I was thinking that for Christmas this year we should go somewhere. Somewhere warm and sunny to get away from the cold.”

“Oh, this year?” you repeat stupidly when you can’t quite believe what you’re hearing. Jeonghan wants to continue this thing? And here you were, thinking that he was about to end it at any moment for the past few months. “Um, yeah. That would be nice.”

“Or it could be a fall trip. Your parents have been wanting to go see the leaves change colour, right?”

There’s no hint of sarcasm on his face and no playful twinkle in his eye, and even though no one can read him very well, you know enough to tell that he’s being serious. You also know that what he’s saying makes no sense at all.

“Right, yeah. They’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply automatically, and then reach for another long gulp of your drink. “Yup, all good.”

Jeonghan frowns, a tiny crease appearing between his brows. “Are you sure? If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

It’s strange, the way he looks at you. Jeonghan, who dances around questions and deflects easily with humour and only shows people what he wants them to see, now has worry filling his eyes as he waits for you to continue. As if he *knows*.

You doubt Soonyoung and Seungkwan would have spilled your secret so easily, but there’s a great possibility that the two of them would be unable to act normal around him after what they learned, and unintentionally hint at the truth. Then there’s the other possibility that Jeonghan knew way before any of this. Because maybe he—

No, you don’t want to think about that.

“It’s just that,” you say, having to force yourself to pause and slow down your thoughts before something terrible comes spewing out. A slow inhale, a shaky exhale. “Why are we here, Jeonghan?”

His frown deepens, but now it’s turned into confusion. “What do you mean?”

“What are we doing? This date has been nice, but I’m just very confused over why you put so much effort into this when there’s no one else around to see it. Weren’t we doing all of this as a joke? As a prank? Pretending to be a couple so that we can fool the world since that’s exactly what they wanted to see, but joke’s on them because we’re not?”

Jeonghan watches you silently with an unreadable look on his face. “Is that how you feel?”

“’Well, yes, because isn’t that the truth? And now, we’ve been doing so much together that it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore. How can it be when your mom is offering to give me homemade side dishes? Or—or when Chan’s wife was there, smiling at us on her wedding day like she wished we’d be just as happy as they are?” You pause to look at him and then proceed to look away. “How long are we going to continue lying to the world? Because I can’t stand the guilt.”

The last part of that may be true, but it’s not the full truth.

“Yeah, you’re right. We don’t have to keep doing this.”

“W—what?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

Jeonghan sighs deeply and then meets your eyes, but then quickly looks away. “Yeah, we should’ve left this in high school. The joke has kind of gotten old, hasn’t it?”

You have no idea what he means by any of that, but it feels like you’re better off not knowing. The tension in the air is thick, and even when you imagined your fake breakup hundreds of times in your head, this is not something you could have predicted. It’s as you’re on a precipice, and one wrong move will delete all those years, all that time you spent with him.

And the worst part is that you don’t even want to break up.

“Jeonghan, look. I know all of this is supposed to be a joke, but why is it that it feels like you really do care?” One last deep breath before you make the jump. “And why is it that I *want* you to care?”

That has him stunned for a second, so much that the expression is obvious on his face in a way that almost never happens.

“Wait, what? I do care. No, I get that we started all this for fun back then, but that’s not how I feel about it now. Everything we’ve done is real—trust me, I wouldn’t have brought you to my family if that wasn’t the case. And I never thought I was lying to them. It’s exaggerated, yes, and much too dramatic, but I’m not a good enough actor where all that can be based on a complete lie.”

You braced yourself for the final blow, only to be completely confused over his words. “What are you saying?”

“Y/N, it’s always been real to me. All of it.”

“But—but I thought you wanted to stop all this when you cancelled our plans for Christmas. Why did you do that?”

Jeonghan opens his mouth a little but then closes it again. “Do you remember last year at Chan’s wedding when you caught the bouquet?”

You nod but don’t hide your confusion about where this is going.

“After you caught it, everyone was looking at you… and then at me. It was like they all expected us to be next, because well,” he shrugs, “everyone thought we were together. And that’s when I realized that this is more than simply feeling like it’s real. We were turning it into something real.”

“So you called off Christmas because you wanted to stop doing this? Because you hated how it was becoming real?”

“No,” Jeonghan shakes his head. “The opposite. I was afraid of how much I liked that it felt real. That day at the wedding, I—I wanted to kiss you for real, Y/N. Not have to fake it.”

“Oh…”

“If we did meet up for Christmas, I don’t know what might’ve happened. I thought it was safer to stay away for a bit and gather my thoughts.” He hesitates slightly and you can see the pained smile he has on. “But one day into the holidays and I was already regretting my decision.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Your mind is hardly listening anymore when it keeps on repeating Jeonghan’s words like a broken record, screaming to you that it’s real, that all of it is real. That you’re not the only one who’s been feeling this way, and that you won’t need to stage a fake breakup for your fake relationship.

“Are you okay?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I’m just—are you sure all this is real? Jeonghan, are you being serious?”

He breaks into a tender smile. “Don’t you remember? I already answered you back then, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me if I’d be your darling, even if thousands of miles may separate us, even if—”

“—if the paths we walk may crumble,” you finish off. “Or something like that. I actually have no idea what we said back then.”

Those were the lines in the play that you did back in high school, the very lines that the two of you conjured out of thin air one day and the very moment that started this whole thing.

“Yeah, that,” he says softly.

“Hmm, so, babe,” you put on your usual mockingly sweet tone, repeating the line that you said on stage many years ago, “are you going to kiss me?”

Jeonghan holds back a smile like he can’t contain his happiness, and follows with his line without missing a beat. “If that’s what my darling wants.”

The smile only widens when he gets up from his seat and you go to meet him halfway, and it’s the last thing you see when he leans in closer and closer. Jeonghan gently slides his thumb between his lips and yours as he closes the distance, like how it was done the very first time, but this time you can feel it as he slowly moves it away.

Then you’re kissing him, actually kissing him for real for the first time. His lips are soft and warm, and the bit of hesitance between you seems to completely melt away as you wrap your arms around him and he pulls you closer. You let yourself drown in his scent, the warmth of his touch, and the loud pounding of your heart now that you no longer have to be paying attention to the reactions of the people around you. Nothing else matters anymore, all that matters is what you have now.

You spend the rest of the night catching up, whether that’d be stories over the years of shared memories, or creating new memories to make up for the lost time. He tells you he loves you and that the trip suggestions were very much real, and the two of you laugh over how you’ve become the exact couple you once mocked. It’s easy to understand them now though, you think as Jeonghan gives you a sleepy smile as you’re cuddled up on the couch.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to ask something,” you say, and he looks at you in alarm at your abruptness. “Why did you tell Mingyu that we were together?”

Jeonghan stays silent for a bit, narrowing his eyes as if having difficulty recalling what you’re talking about. Then he finally answers. “Oh that?” He chuckles. “That was because I didn’t want him to think he had a chance with you.”

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #jeonghan fic #my fic #if you asked me just last week if i was ever gonna post again #i might've said no HAHAHA #truly this came out of nowhere!! and yes it's so rushed OTL #not a brand new idea tho bc it's smth i've been thinking about over the years #kinda inspired by an iconic tumblr post!!#tbh the first jeonghan fic on this blog was gonna be #his story of the holiday party series (i wrote 6k in dec and gave up)#was gonna scrap it but i reread it this week and it's not bad??#so try again this year ig 🤡

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lololololchips · 1 year ago

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masterlist 2!

all my random texts will be displayed here:)

SEVENTEEN

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 || Kim Mingyu

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 || Choi Seungcheol

boyfriend!texts w/ || Lee Chan

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 3 4 5 || Vernon Chwe

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 3 || Woozi

boyfriend!texts w/ || Hoshi & DK

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 3 || Jeon Wonwoo

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 3 4 || Wen Junhui

boyfriend texts w/ 2 || The8

boyfriend texts w/ 2 || Joshua Hong

boyfriend texts w/ 2 || Yoon Jeonghan

boyfriend texts w/ 2 || Boo Seungkwan

more bf texts w/ 2 || Lee Seokmin

more bf texts w/ 2 || Kwon Soonyoung

overprotective bf!texts w/ || Choi Seungcheol

sassy man apocalypse is real || Yoon Jeonghan

comforting bf texts || Choi Seungcheol

comfort texts w/ || Yoon Jeonghan

bff to lovers texts w/ || Vernon Chwe

being spoiled by bf s.coups || Choi Seungcheol

taking care of you while sick texts w/ || Choi Seungcheol

gamer gf texts w/ || Jeon Wonwoo

sulky bf texts w/ || Kim Mingyu

RANDOM SCENARIOS

asking them to bring you toilet paper || SEVENTEEN

happy birthday texts w/ || SEVENTEEN

convincing them to get a pet || SEVENTEEN

calling them a “pretty boy” || SEVENTEEN

texts after an argument || SEVENTEEN

“breaking up” for inspo || SEVENTEEN

asking them to bring you food || SEVENTEEN

fwb texts || SEVENTEEN

random bf texts w/ || ATEEZ

pregnancy scare w/ || SEVENTEEN

texts while on ur period || SEVENTEEN

angst to fluff texts || SEVENTEEN

drunk texts || SEVENTEEN

finding out they aren’t your bias || SEVENTEEN

sexting gone wrong pt2 || SEVENTEEN

jealous texts || SVT MAKNAE LINE

telling them you’re pregnant || SEVENTEEN

ass or tits texts w/ || SEVENTEEN

sending them a tiktok || SEVENTEEN

dad texts w/ || SEVENTEEN

OTHERS

sassy man apocalypse is real || Lee Haechan

boyfriend!texts w/ || Mark Lee

boyfriend!texts w/ || Lee Jeno

boyfriend!texts w/ 2 || Kim Hongjoong

boyfriend texts w/ || Park Jisung

boyfriend texts w/ || Jeong Yunho

#🐾

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writingmeraki · 7 months ago

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the guide to crushes and how to bag them ft. neighbour!soonyoung smau !

¡ pairing : neighbour& singer!soonyoung x reader, strangers to beef havers to bee ef efs to lovers, hoshi being down bad ( is this showing my type ) also ft. seungkwan.

! genre : fluff, humour,oneshot smau.

¡ warnings : cussing.

! a/n : it's already the next day in korea but it's not here so happy birthday to my first bias in svt hehe you're the reason I even got interested in wanting to know them and I couldn't be more grateful 💌 have a good one hoshiiii 💌 ( saying that as if he'll see this but anyways u get it 😅😅😅) let me know what u think of this 🙏

1. make them want you first ( reasons could range from wanting to date you to wanting to almost murder you BUT ITS STILL A WIN CAUSE THEY WANT YOU!!!! [ dead or alive could vary] )

2. first impressions can be manipulated to have even better later impressions ☝️( aplogise for ur mistakes brother )

3. accidentally flirt with them but make it seem like a mistake so ur not tooo obvious.

4. Talk to them and become friends.

5. Go out on a few dates.

6. Try letting them know your feelings after a few dates if you think it's right.

4. say fuck it and let it alllll out ( do or die lolzie yolo 🙌🙌🙌🙌)

5. bagged them with only 4 steps 🙏🙏🙏( p.s results may vary for u 😅😅😅😅😅 I got lucky i wasn't immediately murdered 🙏🙏🙏)

perm. taglist ( open ! ) : @mansaaay ; @gyuguys ; @toplinehyunjin ; @cherrylovescheol ; @stagefrjghts

( if you want to be added just send an ask/reply to this !)

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

feedback is always appreciated 💌 !

links : navi ! | svt masterlist ! | info !

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yunjinified · 1 year ago

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Jeonghan fic recs

✿=personal favourites

note: this list will constantly be updated. In all of these fics the reader is either gender neutral or female. Posted this for Jeonghan's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEONGHAN

red horn by @himbocoups warnings and genre: devil!jeonghan, innocent!reader, fantasy, supernatural, smut, pwp, flirting, food mention, office, bondage, light choking, creampie, dirty talk, fingering, oral, pet names, pnv, praise, jeonghan fucking you with devil horns, reader wears lingerie, reader's first time, multiple orgasms. word count: 5400

manipulative by @sxfthannie warnings and genre: yandere!jeonghan, mild manipulating. word count: 780

angel of the night by @00angelyoon warnings and genre: husband!jeonghan, established relationship, newly weds, smut, fluff, pet names(darling, baby, pretty girl, angel), mean dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, degradation, slight praise kink, multiple orgasms(fem receiving), oral(fem receiving), fingering, lingerie, swearing, teasing, mentions of food. word count: N/A

we get along infamously by @seungkwansphd series warnings and genre: coworker!jeonghan, smut, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, emotional constipation, secret relationship, meet cute ugly, makeup sex, dad!seungcheol, dad!dk, college friend!joshua. word count: N/A, 3 chapters, 2 prequels.

23:48 by @sluttyminghao warnings and genre: smut word count: N/A

blueberries by @sunnylovespickles warnings and genre: yoga instructor!jeonghan, smut, impact play, public sex?, multiple orgasms, dom-sub themes, counting, sadist jeonghan, multiple positions, pull out method, recording, controlled orgasm, use of 'sir'. word count: 2000+

beef by @wondernus warnings and genre: one shot smau, humor, e2l. word count: N/A

pathetic series by @leejihoonownsmyheart series warnings and genre: dub con, smut, frat boy!jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!jeongyeon, soft dom to hard dom!jeonghan, mean!jeonghan, submissive!y/n, heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, cunnulingus, creampie, spitting, slapping, mentions of safe words but they are never used, big dick!jeonghan, blowjob, slight public play, phone sex, y/n has a humiliation kink, mentions of aftercare. word count: N/A, 8 chapters, 1 bonus content.

heaven angel by @jeonghantis warnings and genre: university au, frat boy!jeonghan, fwb, smut, a bit of angst, language, house party scene, gossip, bathroom sex, unrequited crush, reader has commitment issue, reader is a bit mean, mentions of piss and shit but not in a sexual manner. word count: 4100

call me by his name by @sweetlemontart warnings and genre: smut, established relationship, fluff, sub!reader, angry hard dom!jeonghan but actually soft dom, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, slight dacryphilia, orgasm denial?, mentions of mc's past relationship with ex!seungcheol. word count: 8600

rain and kisses by @babyleostuff warnings and genre: fluff, drabble. word count: N/A

mirror, mirror on the wall by @ikigaisvt warnings and genre: dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, smut, mirror kink, dirty talk, begging, mean!jeonghan, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, masturbation(male), use of vibrator, cum, talk of exhibitionism, pet names(reader: doll, slut/my slut, sweet thing, baby, poor thing, pretty angel / jeonghan : hannie, baby). word count: 1000

Seungkwan's and Jeonghan's friend swap Pt.2 by @bitchlessdino warnings and genre: smut, mature themes, mentions of alcohol, brief mention of substance in drink, bathroom sex, dom!jeonghan, mirror sex, fingering, standing back shots, praise kink, one night stand. word count: 2700

no one! - 11:55pm by @kaespas(deactivated) warnings and genre: smut, degradation, mentions of porn, masturbation. word count: N/A note: because this account has been deactivated, i had relogged the original post and used that reblog as the link for this fic, if you get what i mean.

4:59pm by @sunnylovespickles warnings and genre: incubus!jeonghan, smut, drabble. word count: N/A

blame it on me by @onlymingyus warnings and genre: brothers bestfriend!jeonghan, joshua's sister!reader, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, banter, pet names, hair pulling, eating food, alcohol, fluff, humour. word count: 5400

lucky girl by @horangare warnings and genre: model!jeonghan, smut, angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited love, friends to strangers to lover, public sex, couch sex, oral(m and f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, cockiness, mentions of rehab, crying, arguing, jealousy, pining and yearning. word count: 14 900

my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) by @shuaflix warnings and genre: smut, fluff, humour, angsts, supernatural au, demon au, demon!jeonghan, not biblically accurate, profanity, slow burn, found family, banter, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering, palming, unprotected sex, ft. demon!shua and demon!wonwoo word count: 23 610

I Hate U, I Love U by @wonusite warnings and genre: enemies to lovers au, rich kid au, college au, model au, fake dating au, angst, fluff, smut, rich boy!jeonghan, frat boy!jeonghan, former rich girl!reader, model!reader, classism, asshole parents, drinking, scheming, mild violence (1 slap), repressed feelings, jealousy, fake relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, pussy drunk!jeonghan, cockdrunk!reader, multiple creampies, squirting, overstimulation. word count: 20 800

little miss naughty by @hoshzone warnings and genre: established relationship, idol!au, smut, thigh riding, begging, oral(fem receiving), breast play, orgasm denial, dirty talk, manhandling, voyeurism, use of pet names, dom!jeonghan, innocence kink. word count: 4300

#jeonghan smut #jeonghan angst #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan angst #yoon jeonghan fluff

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boofeine · 2 days ago

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ripe clementines – bsk

part i | part ii | part iii

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

warnings: mdni, stable family relationship, dom seungkwan, brat reader, having to keep quiet, protected penetrative sex, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink (very kinda)

a/n: there's smut guys just be patient and read it to the very end it's a long setting up just trust me pls :/// ty

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite

happy seungkwan b-day everyone !! <3

Everything's going as planned, Seungkwan is oblivious about the surprised party his loved ones planned for him. Sure, your parents went to get his sisters on the train station, but not just only that... but also to make time for you to get him out of the house so they can prepare everything for his birthday.

Mrs. Jwa complained about using our home too much, but your parents and you know they're like family. Your childhood house has a bigger living room space, so why not make everything there. Your mother loves to hold the events.

You tug onto Seungkwan's arm as you walk down the street to the cafeteria. It's chilly, but the sun warms you nicely. Seungkwan was right, it's really a beautiful day outside.

The place is very cozy, with bright colors and different options of tables and puffs to sit. You see Seungkwan eyes brightening at the view of the sweets on display in front of him, the ice cream flavors so tempting to him, but he couldn't bare on this cold. As you both ponder and decide and place your orders, you choose where to sit as you wait for the food to come.

Seungkwan sits just in front of you, his hips bulking up as he manspreads slightly. His hands are hidden under his sweater pockets to keep it warm, the golden sunlight brightening his skin as he closes his eyes and breathes lightly to feel the sun hugging his face. The morning breeze makes the tip of his nose rosy, and his soft bangs move. He looks ethereal, you think.

You stare bluntly at the blue sky outside as your table is very near to the big window. Before, looking right back to Seungkwan, who already has his eyes on you. He has a found smile as you suddenly feel rush burning over your body, you're too afraid your cheeks are painted red under his gaze. "What?" you try to mask it out.

"What what? Can I not look? I can stare the floor then" He shoots armed, and that right there is your best friend you're familiar with.

"You have such a way on words" you reply ironically, as he does a jokingly fake smile at you.

"I like looking at your pretty face" He simply says and now, you're sure you have flushed cheeks. You coff, being caught off guard, giving off how surprised by that comment you are.

"See! Now, you're saying stuff like this!" You literally kick your feet under the table, you try to sound not so harsh, but your brows give off.

"Mhm?" he replies, unsure.

"You can't be like that just because we kissed" You do sound harsh now, you're afraid you're taking this conversation to the wrong way.

"What!?" Seungkwan almost jumps on spot "I'm not being like this just because we kissed" He argue, too stuned by your antics.

"That's not what I meant... I'm sorry" You say "I don't feel uncomfortable with you complementing me... It's just– I can't lie it feels... different now" You sincerely put out. You know you're going to have this conversation sometime, so it just happens to be now. "Am I making it awkward?" You ask, after the silence formed. Seungkwan seemed lost in thought.

"No. I understand you." He says lastly, but you know him enough to know there's more to it.

"See, Kwan, Imma be honest. We're adults now, I just can't pretend you're not attractive. If teenage me knew that, I wouldn't think differently to the man in front of me right now" You just say what you truly feel and have been thinking about. But, a tiny bit of you regret saying it, does it sound you're confessing? Do you like him like this? You actually don't know.

You look at him, getting back to reality, and you're blessed with a sight of shy Seungkwan in front of you. His head hangs low, and you can see he smiles with his lip between his teeth as if he wants it to go away. He also gets pinky cheeks when he looks up at you again. A sudden courage reaching him as he says

"Good, because if this gets strange, I wouldn't be able to kiss you again"

You are not sure if your face is able to hide the turmoil those words made inside, does he really want to kiss you again? Are you hearing it right? Your stomach tingles and the conversation that were supposed to clarify things just made it more confusing, it couldn't get worse... or better.

You don't go any further as the waitress comes with your orders. You both thank him happily before hungrily diving into the food. You take sips and bites of each other's food, the pistachio donut of his is amazing, makes you regret getting the strawberry one, who is so good but too sweet, his iced amaricano helped you with that as you don't stick to your caramel coffee. Seungkwan teases you for eating all his food, and those conversations and laughters felt like how your friendship used to feel like.

It's not like you don't like what it's turning now and miss what it was... you know it's bound to be different, you haven't talked for two years before bounding again, and you're now 25, not 15 anymore. Even though, the same feelings are still there, what comforts and scares you.

Excitement starts to bubble inside you, once you're done, making your way back to your childhood house. His older sister has already texted you, making sure everything is done. He's a well aware man, he can notices the way you smile and walk almost too fast, besides you're really bad at lying. But he just smiles along, thinking "what's gotten into her!?".

You ran to your door happily, Seungkwan coming just behind you as you take the keys and unlock the door. You walk in first, leaving the shoes by the door, before he comes right after, doing the same. You walk further, and loud voices are heard, and suddenly, everything makes sense. "Happy Birthday!!!!" You hear. You look to Seungkwan's side profile as he lets out a breathy laugh while you hug his side. He thanks everyone with a hand on his chest, turning around when he feels like crying "Oh no..." He says, trying to stop his eyes from watering.

There's everyone there, his closed family whom he passed his childhood in Jeju with and his school friends. It's very introspective but big at the same time, they are people he haven't seen in so long, he truly feels like home. The room has some blue and white lights decorating it and the dinner table has some snacks and sweets with his cake in the middle. He takes his time talking with everyone, catching up, and you do the same, they are also whom you grew up with.

For you, it's also so meaningful, you've missed those people. Contrary to Seungkwan, who is a social butterfly, easy to be friends with, you don't think you have that many friends in Seoul just yet. Those right here are your people, it feels safe and where you belong.

The sun is already set when everyone start to go home. The afternoon was filled with laughter and great exchanging. People helping to get everything clean before they go out, and now, that is just you, Seungkwan and your families, you take all the trash on the big plastic bags, someone helping with the dishes and someone else vacuuming the dust off. In a few minutes, everything is neat and clean. Your families chat some more as you and Seungkwan decide to stargaze outside with hot pads on your hands.

You both just stay comfortably in silence in each other's presence, looking up from your shoulders when you hear a sunden yelp from the door behind you. "Aigoo, isn't it too cold in here?" Seungkwan's mother announces, taking steps closer to you two. You both giggle slightly at her, you're sure from who Seungkwan got his expressiveness. "Kwan-ah, we are going home, are you staying?" She asks right after.

Seungkwan looks at you like he's searching for an answer on your face, but you don't say anything, and neither the answer is written on your forehead like he hoped to. "I'm gonna stay, mom" he simply says.

"Hmm, I figured. Just wanted to ask." She adds, making the typical mom's face. "Take some time to be with your family, huh? You have Yn on Seoul too, not us." She deadpuns, and you stiff.

"Mom!" Seungkwan exclaims, alternating his gaze from you to her. She has a knowing smile, she doesn't look upset or angry, just teasing.

"Come home soon." She says lastly. "Have fun and be careful, kids." She adds, brows going up, shooting you both a look, as if saying she knows something, before she turns her back.

"Bye, mom! Love you!" Seungkwan says, and you add right after "Love you, mama Jwa! Bye".

"Love you, too, kids! Take care." She says lastly, disappearing behind the door.

You and Seungkwan mirror each other's smiles before he says "What just happened?".

"I don't know" You laugh.

You stay outside some more, bidding goodbye to the Seungkwan's family as they start the car on your line of view.

Making your way inside when the night grows colder. The house quiet and dawn, your parents have already gone to their room when you enter home, so you walk there, knocking carefully, saying goodnight briefly to them, before going to your room. Seungkwan is already there, looking through his clothes to get something to sleep on. You sit in front of the heater, ready to set it again, in hopes it works. Pressing the button, it goes on, making a loud noise before shutting down a few seconds after. You grunt like the other night, trying to put it on again, pressing the button on and off, impatiently, but it's not working. You groan, slapping the machine loudly "Motherfucker, why can't you just work properly? Do your job!" You say in clenched teeth.

You can hear Seungkwan laugh out loud behind you, the same sight from yesterday but never boring to him, too stuned by the way you talk to it as if it was a living thing. "Ow, ow! You gonna hurt it like this, maybe if you talk to it nicely..." He plays along and you look at him angrily from your shoulders, shooting him a glare, not finding it amusing.

"This isn't funny, Kwan! We gonna die freezed"

"You're so dramatic" He laughs again "Go wash up, I will try to make it work" He says. You don't think twice, getting up and passing the frustration.

"Thank you" You say "I'm gonna ask dad to take a look at it tomorrow" You add.

Making your way to wash up, knowing it won't really work when you get back. Seungkwan gave the idea to put on the central heater of your house, letting the door slight agape to get the hot air inside the room.

"We can keep each other warm. That's ok" He says, carressing your arm and letting a kiss to your forehead. You know that's something he does to calm you down when needed, but somehow, today it gives you butterflies on the stomach. You should be used to it like he is, taking his back to wash himself as if it is nothing.

You're both ready to sleep when you stay seated side by side on your bed, both looking at your phone screens, keeping each other close, but in a secure distance, your arms brushing against each other's. Seungkwan is the first one to lay down by your side, his face pressing the side of your body as he acomodates in the soft sheets, his eyes closing, ready to dreamland. You feel yourself getting sleepy too, your eyes heavening, not really paying more attention to the bright screen of your phone. You shut it down, moving to the side so you can reach the table beside your bed to put it there. You don't really think your moves until you hear a hiss coming from Seungkwan behind you. You have your arms stretched to reach the fortune, your ass going back and brushing against his center. You feel his hands going to your side, his hips jumping and pulling back from your ass cheeks.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up" You say but he wasn't really sleeping yet. You move again, trying to get back to your side to the bed, your ass catching on his cock again, you feel his grip tightening on your hips as his breath hitches. He's the one moving know, pressing his back to the mattress, so his cock is not in your direction. He stares the ceiling before closing his eyes, one of his legs going up under the sheets, so his hardening cock don't be visible. "What happened?" You ask, resting on his side again, tugging to him, but he just stays there, your head over his chest, his arm under you, but he's not any close. "You're not hugging me, it's getting cold" You add.

"I– can't now" He says lowly, his cheeks flushed pink in shyness as you get up on your elbow to look at him. "Just give me a minute" He says.

And it suddenly kicks in on your mind, and it's time for your cheeks to burn, besides the fact that your body is tempt to burn hot. "Oh-" You let out. "Are you– I–..." You think in ways of putting into words the fact that he got hard just from a slight move of your ass, and that thought just burst your ego and your confidence. You don't know what gets into you, but you simply say "Did you really just got hard from the slightest touch of my ass on you? Is it that easy?" You say, and he groans beside you, praying on his head for you not to do this to him, he doesn't know how much he can take.

But he wouldn't let you win this. He finally open his eyes, staring at yours "When it comes to you, yes" He confesses, and you feel your sleepiness fading in the hot air the room was hugged in.

"Seungkwan..." You try to warn but he smirks.

"What? You started it" He fights back, brushing your hair to the back of your ear. The touch is so soft but enough to make your body electrified.

"You were the one who got hard" You say, but the way your faces keep getting closer is not unintentional nor unnoticed either.

"You were the one brushing your pretty ass over my cock" He bluntly say, his hot breath fanning your dry lips, and you declare his victory. Who would know your best friend had that dirty mouth and that you would like it that much. You know, because you whine, you fuck whine on his lips,,his hand taking your neck as your mouths finally meet again after new years. The kiss is needy and hot like you remembered, but it feels new as the first in the same way.

He urges you to lay back again, and before you know, you're tugging on his sweater, his palm finding your hips as he pulls you to him. The motion making your cunt feel his hardening cock over his pants, the kiss stoping just for you to whimper.

"Shhh, keep it down" He whispers, but biting your lower lip right after as if he loves teasing you. And reality hits, your parents are just in the next room and your room door is agape because of the heater, even tho that doesn't feel needed anymore, the room feels way too hot now.

You try to contain yourself, Seungkwan kisses going to your jaw and just under your year. "Seungkwan..." You call for his attention, and he just hums in response. You try to form cohentes thoughts about how you shouldn't be doing this now, not when there's your parents in the next room, but you end up rambling words, too weak under his soft lips. Seungkwan finds you nothing but cute now, trying to convince him and even more yourself, but tugging to his hair and pulling his mouth even closer to your skin, he can't help but smile while nibbling to your ear. Your breath hitching mid words as you keep talking, your body is definitely saying otherwise.

He's not helping either, his hands sneaking even further under your sweater, his hot and soft touches working as ignites on your body. Your hips bulking, trying to feel him more when his thumb stays just under your breast.

"Are you done?" Seungkwan asks when you finally stop. He doesn't think you realize, but you don't even end the last sentence you were saying, closing your eyes and melting into him.

"Yeah..." You just reply, giving in. His slim hands finally palming your boobs, making you bite your lower lip to suppress a real moan this time. Seungkwan is not doing any good either, he feels his cock aching hard, twitching by the way you react to his simplest touches. He pulls your sweater up, exposing your breasts, the sight of your boobs and perked nipples making him the one groaning now. It's so needy and desesparate, you never knew how turned on you could be just by a sound, it makes your walls clench around nothing.

"Fuck, I wish I could hear your pretty sounds so bad" He confeses and you feel your heart skipping a beat "Dreamed of this for so long, fuck, you have no idea" He whispers again, and you're convinced he's trying to ruin you. His kisses go from calm to rushed wet ones, he's restless over your neck, and where the pieces of skin is not being covered by clothes.

"Seungkwan, wait..." You open your mouth again. He stops everything right there to look at your eyes, even when the sight under it is so tempting. His breath is heavy, but so is yours. It is never really late to stop, even though you conclude you both have already gone too far, and you both want this. "There's no way back to this, just wanna make sure you're ok with it" You say, caressing his long bangs away over his forehead.

"Are we sure?" He returns. Going down a bit more to kiss your cheekbone "I don't have a single doubt. I'll do what you ask me to." You feel like the power of this is in your hands, but you're not scared about it, but secure.

"I'm sure" you add.

"Even though I want this more than anyone else, if you want me to stop any further, I will, It's never too late to stop, you know this" He says.

"I won't" You say surely, and he smiles, soft and small, like he hears your answer but wants to make sure you also hear him.

You pull him to a kiss again, this one calm and sweeter compared to the other ones, that it's almost romantic. Your brows shutting, feeling every move of his tongue and the way it makes your heart ache with more than just pleasure. He stops the kiss, your lips chasing after his like you didn't want it to end. "Can you turn around for me?" He adds lastly.

You obey, not knowing what he has planned but following his lead either way. You can feel him getting rid of his sweater pants behind you, and a sudden rush of anxiousness fill your body, like you're really about to have more intimate things than just a kiss with your best friend.

He tries to be as silent as he can while reaching for his duffle bag, taking out his wallet from one of the pockets, pulling out a condom from it. Seungkwan joins you on the bed again, his hands caressing your sides "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Kwan. Just do something" you rush the words out, feeling heated and impatient as he chuckles lowly behind you.

"Ok..." he whispers, finally reaching for the hem of your pants before pulling them down. You gasp, his palm caressing over the bare skin of your ass this time. He takes his time, his eyes staring down your form as he massages the flesh.

You are not expecting when his hands go down under your thigh, pulling it up from inside to over his hip. The motion gives no option but to rest your leg over him, it makes your pussy hit the fresh air and be completely open as you hiss. His long fingers taking a long strip on your embarrassing wet folds, the slick sound easily heard as your breath hitches "Fuck, you're so fucking wet" He says, the pace of his breathing going faster and heavening behind you.

He smears the wetness on your entrance while you fight back a whine. Collecting some of it up to your clit and drawing slow circles on the muscle. Your hips bulk back, your ass making contact with his core again, as you can really feel the hardening flesh over his boxers now. You bite down the moan, not able to suppress the whine anymore when he thrusts a finger inside you, your hands gripping the sheets while your walls pulsates around his digits. He hums right on your ear, making goosebumps form on your skin while he fucks you with his long fingers. It's so painfully slow since he's being careful with the sounds, the knot building on your belly.

He thrust a second finger in, you can feel the burning feeling of it stretching your entrance, the wetness gussing out of your hole "Fuck, Seungkwan" you moan and he just grins. You have to bring your hand to your mouth to keep quiet. He brings his palm up to your clit, pressing over it as you roll your hips onto it while he finger fucks you. You know his hand is all ruined by your arousal, but you can't stop.

Seungkwan is grunting, your motions also reaching his cock right on your ass, begging for some attention too. You start to feel the knot wanting to let go on your lower belly, but it's cut short when he slips out in one motion. You whine loudly, trying to chase his hands.

"Shhh, baby... Fuck! you're being so loud for me" He reasons, and you try not to cry out from the loss.

Seungkwan slips his wet hands under his boxers, pulling out his length. He sighs in content, smearing your juices on his cockhead with the blessed sounds of your low moans. He closes his eyes in pleasure and you can feel him bumping his cock on the skin of your ass. The hard length pressed over your cheek makes your pussy clench around nothing, the wetnees let an imprint on you as he drips out pre-cum.

"Kwan... I need you, please" You whine in a whisper, reaching behind for his ass cheeks as you pull him to your body to make your point.

"I'm right here" he's quick to respond, and you let out a frustrated grunt. "Shhh! Ok, ok!" He says, regretting teasing you at these circumstances. You smile winningly, knowing you get what you want. "Open the condom for me" He demands right after as you go for it. "Didn't know you were that thirsty for my cock"

You scoff, handing it the free plastic of the condom for him. "You're so full of yourself, I haven't even seen it yet, How could I know?" You shoot back in the darkness of your room, knowing other than feel it, you haven't had a sight of it yet. Something you can only dream of.

You yelp when he slaps his cock over your ass in response. "You sure can feel it, so shut up your bratty mouth" He whispers on your ear, the hot air fanning your neck. Fuck, you always knew Seungkwan was hot, but that some new type of hot from him, and you're losing your fucking mind. You don't say anything more, letting him roll the condom down his length.

He aligns his covered length on your folds, you both moaning at the same time when the strokes the flesh. He hands his base, moving it down to press his head over your entrance. You're both holding your breaths, too afraid of doing any loud sound. He starts pushing inside, your walls hugging him tightly, your head going back, feeling it slide inside so good. Seungkwan can feel every inch of you from how tight and warm you are around him, he's trying so hard not to moan, you feel so fucking full, so perfect.

You both let your breaths go when he bottoms out. Taking some time to adjust the new feeling and to calm down your exhilarating excitement. A few seconds have passed, when you feel him hook up his arm under your thigh, pulling your leg upper so you're all spread. He pulls out slightly before pounding right back in. Your back arching already as he starts to fuck you from behind. He settles on a slow pace first, your wetness dripping down to his balls as you keep opening up for him. Besides the worries, it doesn't take long for him to pick up the pace. You have to grip the sheets, your mouth going agape and eyes watering as he fucks you so good that has your body shaking on the bed.

The wet sounds are unable to stop, but he's still careful not to let your skins slap too loudly. You are really trying too hard, but you can't help start to whimper, the sounds going out in rhitm with his pace. "Shit, Yn... You don't really behave, do you?" Seungkwan says in his husky, low tone, slowing down since you're getting loud again.

"Fe- feels so go- od" you add, and he suddenly stops, urging to crash your mouths together to drunk in all of your sounds. the kiss is airy and messy, but that just makes you hornier.

"Your parents are just in the next room, I don't think they would like to know their daughter is being fucked by her best friend and she's enjoying it, isn't she?" Shit! Is this the Seungkwan you know? He's so filthy, and you both know you like it when you clench around him from the nasty words. Your brows shut, and your lip is cage on your teeth, as he chuckles. "Nasty little thing, behave for me, huh?" He adds and you nod accordingly, pulling his lips to your mouth, you're going to be the death of him.

Without more talking, he presses your leg to the side now. He pins it down on the mattress, towering over you this time before he starts to fuck you again. The new position makes your eyes roll back. He takes the same fast pace, and you wish he could be slapping your skins together but he can't. The familiar knot starts to build again, and you keep clenching around him.

You swear you see stars when he lays down on your side again, his hands gripping your sides as he starts to pound into you from the side. He reaches more inside, and he can't help but swear under his breath, his balls tightening too.

"Cum for me, baby" He whispers again, his forehead resting on your back as he lends a soft kiss there to contrast with his erotic thrusts. It's all too much, you dive your face on the pillow. Your moan is muffled, your ears starting to ring as your body goes stiff before trembling with your high. You cum around him, pulsating and milking his length. He purse his lips just humming quietly as he can't barely move on your tight cunt. "So- tight" He grunts, his cock twitching before he's filling the condom too. His thighs hardening while he loads the plastic with his cum. Eyes going shut, and he just lets go.

Seungkwan slips out right after, laying on his back beside you. You mewl from the loss, taking the same position as his, straightening your legs as your cum slip down your hole, making you hiss. Your chests keep rising and falling with your unstable breathing.

You're both calming down when he pulls you to him as you gladly take the space, your head resting on his chest while he plays with your hair. "I have to clean up" He says sweetly, pecking the top of your head.

"Me too" you say.

"Give me a minute" He comments, leaving you for a moment. He sits down on the bed, getting rid of the dirty condom with a funny face. You can see just the outline of his side profile and his hands working on a knot to seal the plastic before he stands to throw it on your trash bin.

You roll over to get your wipes from the drawer beside your bed, the same one that started it all as you hand it to him before getting one yourself. You both clean up quietly, slipping in your clothes again. The coldness starting to get noticed, hugging your bodies again now that the heat is gone.

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