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Love Me Like A Rockstar (9)

ー☆ Chapter 9: You (Show Me Where My Days Went)

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing ー☆ Word count: 9.8k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hi, lovelies!! LMLAR is BACK!! I am sooo happy I could finally update and just write, y'all have no idea! I am so sorry for making you wait so long for this update, but finishing my thesis was super important! I still have to study and such this month, but I promise next update won't take as long as this one did! (I'm writing other stories too while writing this one, so that kinda backfires sometimes lol) I am forever grateful that you are patient and stick around for the new chapters, this story is so dear to me you wouldn't even believe it. I am also super grateful and happy whenever you leave feedback, so please, keep on doing just that!<3 This chapter only exists because I was randomly inspired, and I'd like to apologize if it's a little rusty, I always have to get in "character" when I write this story lol. I am soo excited for next chapter, I think it's going to surprise you hehe. PLS PLS imagine that airport look from Mingi when reading this chapter, the pics from the moodboard, you'll see during which part! I also have a very small surprise at the end of this chapter hehe. I hope the time jumps aren't too confusing:(( Please, listen to the song called You before or while reading! Enough yapping, I hope you enjoy and leave feedback! (Taglist is always open for those interested! ^^)

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Later that day

I hate him: hey…just checking in that I got home safely what are u up to?

I blinked, fingers tightening around my phone before I locked it, leaving the message on unread. My mother’s shuffling outside my door caught my attention, bringing a smile onto my lips as I watched her struggle while bringing all the dirty laundry to the bathroom. Then, I got off my bed to go help her.

Friday (11:30 am)

I hate him: i see u still haven’t checked my message… nothing too worrisome u certainly know how to make a man yearn for you lol that was a joke…dont freak out on me pls (lowkey true tho)

Friday (12:50 pm)

I hate him: lol, wooyoung has been bitching about seulgi’s professor for half an hour now mr. kwon u know him? i mean…i suppose he also teaches u i should take a sneaky video for u…wooyoung looks like a clown hanging upside down my bed and pouting like a damn child too (dont say im also one, thanks)

Friday (15:26 pm)

I hate him: well…ik my messages are going through so uh… why tf are u ignoring me???! *cries and dies in loneliness* entertain me dollll!!! im so bored pls oh…u said u had an important assignment…i bet u’re busy with that sorry for spamming u (text back tho when u’re done, im dying here…wooyoung is with seulgi and so is seonghwa with hongjoong…the single life sucks, bestie…lets be single and depressed together<3)

My jaw clenched as I heaved a long sigh, falling back on my bed as the sun shone brightly through my open window, the light breeze making me shiver as I only wore a t-shirt and sweats. Autumn was slowly turning into winter; the weather wasn’t so warm anymore. I threw another look at my phone, unlocked it, and stared at the received messages from Mingi for a second before finally deciding to delete them from my notification center, rolling over in bed to muffle a frustrated scream into my soft, and purple, pillow.

            Saturday (9:09 am)

I hate him: i had the weirdest dream and im not even sure i want to tell u about it LOL but uh…a grisly was chasing me??? and then u appeared on a fucking white horse like a prince LOL and threatened to like…slay it if it didnt leave me alone??? honestly…what a slay, bestie good morning, btw, doll hope u had a better night’s sleep than me (and dreamed of me ehehehe)

            Saturday (17:40 pm)

I hate him: i cant believe i allowed myself to be fooled like this back in highschool yuyu and i used to play baseball for shits and giggles and hongjoong (that rich prick) rented a whole ass baseball field for us for the afternoon and let us play with some of his (rich af) friends and uh… i think i wont be able to walk straight for another week with how much running i did… hongjoong kept scoring homeruns…i wish yuyu was here to kick his loser ass (dont tell hwa or hong i said that PLS) yo doll…everything’s alright with u? uh u…really havent answered me since… yk…i stayed over and waited for the rain to stop… have i done something wrong?

I sighed and put my phone on ‘do not disturb’, suddenly having lost all of my appetite as I forced the rest of the lettuce down my throat. My mother was sipping her kiwi and apple smoothie, eyes narrowed as she muttered to herself while trying to memorize the recipe of a dessert for later. Desserts were never her forte, unfortunately.

“Is it Seulgi?” She asked absentmindedly as I took a large gulp of my own smoothie, staring down at my salad, steak pushed to the side in my plate.

“Huh?” I asked distracted, eyes still glued to the dark screen of my phone.

“Texting you, your phone keeps buzzing, my starlight.” I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but didn’t bother to comment on it. I took a peek at my mother and her eyes were narrowed at me already, video on YouTube paused. Fuck, I had to answer her now or else she’d pester me all day long. And that would be a nightmare.

“Yeah, it’s Seulgi.” I lied, trying to make my voice sound convincing.

“Well, answer her then, don’t be rude.” My mother chastised me, pressing play on her video again, pursing her lips as she shook her head at whatever the man baking was saying.

“Later.” I whispered, biting my lower lip as my eyes remained glued to my phone, stomach clenching and heart dropping.

But I couldn’t.

            Sunday (1:01 am)

I hate him: …you’re ignoring me, arent u? im sorry, y/n, i dont know what i did wrong, but we can talk about it we’re friends, after all…right?

『When you came along, I knew what was wrong

If you want to know exactly what I've missed』

            Monday (present time)

            It truly would have been a missed opportunity if Seulgi and I wouldn’t have grabbed coffee and went to sit in our usual spot in the back garden. The campus of our University was huge and that was perfect, because it meant people migrated and didn’t stay in one spot for long—at least long enough to irritate me to no end. Last week deemed to be rather rough, and I still didn’t feel like completely myself. To be honest, I thought about staying home today—and for the rest of the week—but I couldn’t afford missing any of my classes as exam period was slowly nearing, and so, I had to force my ass out of the house this morning before my mother could come and nag me about my weirdly unusual broody mood that has been going on for the past few days.

I hummed as I took a sip of my sweet coffee, enjoying the taste of warm caramel as Seulgi sighed loudly next to me, both hands cupped around her own coffee cup. The scent of cinnamon wafted from her cup and I scrunched up my nose, not too fond of the ingredient’s smell. Our classes started early in the morning today and we’d be here for at least four more hours, caffeine seemed like our only hope to stay awake and aware at this point. Given the fact that my baffling thoughts kept me up all night yesterday, I felt grateful that I was still on my feet at two o’clock at noon. As Seulgi fidgeted again, I chuckled and finally turned my head to look at her. She had a sheepish look on her face, and I tried not to laugh as I knew she was bursting to tell me all about her date with Wooyoung on Saturday.

“Well,” I started as I took a sip of my coffee, prolonging the suspense for her, “how did your date go?”

“It was amazing!” I had barely finished asking as Seulgi exclaimed, her cheeks turning rosy—and it wasn’t due to the cold air, “Wooyoung is—everything I thought he would be. He’s sweet and up for anything, he makes me laugh until I feel like passing out, and there’s just never a dull moment with him, you know?”

“One would expect that from him.” I muttered against my cup, laughing as Seulgi nudged my side, not looking too happy with my comment, “Oh, come on, it would be hard for Wooyoung to be different than the way he mostly presents himself; don’t you think?”

Seulgi grumbled something against her cup as she lightly bit into the carton, shooting me a pointed stare, “Well, yes, but…he makes me happy. Treats me well and all that, you know, he’s the perfect embodiment of what a boyfriend should be like.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” I teased with a smirk, wriggling my eyebrows at my best friend as her cheeks flushed an even darker color as she bit her lower lip, trying to mask the huge grin expanding on her lips. But as soon as I started giggling, Seulgi also broke out in a fit of giggles, hiding herself behind her wavy hair, pressing her cup of coffee against her face.

“God, I’m so down bad for him, Y/N, I don’t think you’d understand.” She mused, voice airy as she threw her head back, leaning back against the back of the bench. I chuckled and took another sip of my drink.

“Maybe I’d do.” I muttered, memories of my relationship with Yunho resurfacing. Thankfully, however, I managed to repress them as quickly as they came. They didn’t feel so gut-wrenching anymore, and to my surprise, didn’t leave a bitter taste in its wake either. What has changed? Certainly—certainly getting closer to his best friend didn’t influence the way I feel about Yunho, right? Right.

“So,” I glanced at Seulgi from the corner of my eyes as she swung her legs, looking down at her feet in the process, “how are you?”

“Fine, why?” I asked confused, angling my body to face Seulgi better.

“You’ve been…distant the whole weekend. I could barely reach you.” Seulgi’s voice sounded small and I gulped, feeling bad for making her worry about me, “You know…the last time you pulled away and disappeared, it was bad.”

“I promise you I am doing completely fine, Seulgi, you’d be the first person to know if I was in a bad headspace again, alright?” I reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Seulgi sighed and then raised her head to look at me, lips pulled into a thin line.

“Promise?”

“Of course, I promise.” I smiled at her warmly and she hummed in contentment, squeezing my hand back as she took a sip of her coffee. I followed suit before removing my hand from hers to fiddle with my half empty cup, “I’m just dealing with some things right now. I think I’m confused.”

“About what?” Seulgi asked curiously, leaning closer as I continued to avoid eye contact with her.

“I’ll tell you once I have my thoughts sorted about it.” I chuckled, making Seulgi roll her eyes in displeasure.

“You know, I tell you absolutely everything about myself and how I fell, and you always shut me out and tell me how you felt about a situation when it’s been over for years.” Seulgi pouted, narrowing her eyes at me, “How’s that fair, Y/N?”

“Hey, we work differently, don’t try to guilt trip me now.” I chuckled and took a sip of my coffee, making Seulgi roll her eyes, “Anyways, what did you do on your date with Wooyoung?”

“We went to the cinema,” Seulgi’s face lit up once again, grinning from ear to ear, “He bought me roses, a big bouquet. And after the movie we went for a walk and ended up stargazing in his cabriolet. It was really romantic.”

I smiled, feeling happy for my friend, she deserved someone like Wooyoung, “That actually sounds really amazing…and romantic.”

“Oh, my God, are you really Y/N? Where is my friend that hates anything that has to do with romance, cute stuff, and love?!” Seulgi’s shocked face was mocking and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I leaned back against the back of the bench.

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not a huge fan of all of those things, okay?!” I shrugged, letting my arms fall from my chest as I pushed them inside my coat’s pockets.

“Who’s the culprit?” When I raised my eyebrows at Seulgi, a sign that I didn’t understand her question, she chuckled and leaned closer, “Who’s the man that’s changing your views on life, huh?”

“Man?” I asked with a scoff, giving Seulgi a deadpanned expression, “Does it always have to be about a man? Can’t it be just the fact that I had a change of mind?”

“Sure, because of someone.” Seulgi had a smug look on her face, acting as if she won the argument. But there was no argument here and she had no idea what she was talking about.

“Whatever—” But I got cut off as her phone dinged loudly. Seulgi, very comically, scrambled to reach for her phone and as she opened it up, a wide grin stretched onto her lips. It didn’t take two braincells to realize who had texted her, and thus, I chuckled and turned my head. I sipped my coffee, taking in my environment while Seulgi answered her boyfriend, giggling quietly every now and then.

The campus was finally silent and not as busy as it usually was in the early morning hours. The cold weather also helped in keeping the garden a little quieter as most people preferred to stay inside the warm corridors and classrooms. But the chilly air was good, it soothed my nerves and erased thoughts that weren’t productive. Similar to that, were the emotions that I didn’t want to deal with again, like the guilt that’s never left me ever since Mingi walked out of my house wearing Yunho’s old clothes. It felt wrong letting him take them without knowing the truth about them, but I didn’t feel ready to tell him yet about the truth. I was scared, surprisingly, of what he’d think of me once he found out about Yunho and I. I was scared that—he’d walk away, like Yunho had once done. And that was a very frightening thought. But when had I become so attached to Mingi? When has Mingi managed to infiltrate himself so thoroughly in my life, that the thought of completely losing him became scary? And why was I taking the past few days so badly? It’s not like we were as close as Seulgi and I, or him and Seonghwa and Wooyoung, yet, ignoring him felt like the wrong move to do. However, the reasoning I always circled back to was the fact that I needed space. I had to clear my mind, to find the purpose of this whole friendship that’s been blooming between us, and to make sense of everything. I had to figure out first why Yunho barely scraped my thoughts now, and why was it was Mingi who I found myself thinking of so often. In case you were wondering, no, I still haven’t found the reason, and it was becoming frustrating quite quickly. That near kiss was a—mistake. Yet, it could have been so much worse—it could have been a real kiss. And a real kiss would have ruined everything. I didn’t want to open up to anyone just yet, not when the memories of Yunho still haunted me in my dreams and drawings. Drawings that now more often than not consisted of Song Mingi.

And to my horror, the flipping of paper sheets is what alerted me back to my surroundings as I had been lost in my thoughts, oblivious to Seulgi putting her phone down and grabbing my sketchbook that lay between the two of us on the bench. As I turned my head, my eyes widened as Seulgi’s expression held surprise but amusement as well. She chuckled as she looked up, making eye contact with me. I lunged forward in an instant, trying to take my sketchbook out of her hands, but she leaned back and away, putting it behind herself.

“Bitch, I’m not the only one who’s down bad for a man.” She said with a laugh, making me groan as I gave up trying to snatch my sketchbook back from her.

“I’m not down bad for a man, Seulgi, stop this non-sense.” I hissed, cheeks burning in embarrassment as she kept flipping through my drawings.

“Please,” She scoffed, turning my sketchbook around and making me grimace as I came face to face with an exact replica of Mingi, sitting in his chair, at his studio that one time he invited me inside, “Who the fuck draws so many drawings of one single person if they aren’t in love with them—”

“I’m not in love with Mingi, stop it!” I exclaimed, heart beating fast as Seulgi raised her eyebrows at me, looking unimpressed, “Don’t ever again say that, Seulgi.”

“Okay, calm down, whatever. You’re not in love with Mingi.” She chuckled, closing my sketchbook but she didn’t hand it back yet, “But let’s face it, Y/N, you have a thing for Mingi. It’s super freaking obvious even without the drawings.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed and finally snatched the sketchbook out of her hands, clutching it to my chest. I knew bringing this along today would turn out to be a mistake, and here I was, facing the repercussions of my actions.

“There’s this glint in your eyes whenever you look at him—”

“Yeah, it’s called dislike.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“And I see how you struggle to refrain yourself from smiling when you’re around him—”

“Bitch, be for real, Mingi and I aren’t even often together around you for you to notice that.” I scoffed, completely appealed by whatever absurd claims my best friend was making.

“So you’re not denying it—would it really be so bad if you liked Mingi?” But Seulgi ignored all my interruption as she raised her eyebrows at me, smiling softly, “He’s a nice guy. Very well-mannered and with a big, and good heart. Wooyoung loves him a lot and is always worrying about him. He says Mingi hasn’t been the same ever since his best friend moved away for college—”

“Mingi is Yunho’s best friend!” I blurted out before I could stop myself, finally feeling like a stone was taken off my chest as I bit my lower lip, averting my eyes from Seulgi’s shocked expression, “Mingi is the best friend Yunho had always talked so much about while we were together. I—do you understand why it would be so bad if I ended up liking Mingi?”

“Y/N,” Seulgi whispered, eyebrows furrowed, “for how long have you know?”

“Long enough.” I muttered before clearing my throat, “So please understand that I’m not ready for whatever the hell me drawing all those sketches of Mingi could mean. A month ago I was close to bursting out crying even at the thought of Yunho, and now I fail to remember his existence on my best days.”

When I dared take a peek at Seulgi, she was smiling softly, almost proudly, “Fine, I’ll pester you about this later on, when you’ve figured things out, but until then—you can’t deny Mingi isn’t hot—”

“Can we stop talking about Min—”

“Hi, girls!” I jumped in fright at the overly excited and shrill greeting as both Seulgi and I turned our heads to be met with…Wooyoung and Mingi. Speak of the devil. Suddenly, there was a lump in my throat, and my heart started beating just a little bit faster as my eyes fell on Mingi’s tall form. It didn’t help that underneath his coat he was wearing Yunho’s sweater—the one I had given him.

“Hi.” Seulgi giggled as Wooyoung leaned down to press a kiss against her cheek, the two looking sickly in love. It was actually endearing, but I’d never admit it out loud for my own sake as I knew I’d get teased about it by Seulgi. I averted my eyes from Wooyoung and Seulgi as they were muttering things to each other, and so, had no choice but to look up at Mingi, who looked—expressionless. Something in my stomach dropped at his cold demeanor, and it was worse that I wanted to assume it was my fault that he looked like that. But just as I was about to look away, he cracked the tiniest smile ever, and I exhaled, licking my lips.

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gulped, eyes trans-fixated on the tall man as his smile became just a little wider. I don’t think I had the power to ignore him anymore, not when he was standing right in front of me, looking like he wished to be anywhere but here.

“Hi, Y/N.” Having not heard his voice in days, it sounded even deeper and raspier than usually, making butterflies erupt in my stomach as my grip tightened around my sketchbook. I felt a little awkward, perhaps even tense, as Mingi didn’t say anything else, just continued gazing down at me with his sharp dark brown eyes boring into my own. I had so many things that I could’ve said to him, but I felt tongue tied. I didn’t know what would be the right way to approach him after I ignored him for so many days. Would he understand? Is he mad at me now? Does he hate me now? Will he forgive me—

“Okay,” Wooyoung chuckled, syllable drawn out and sounding amused, “I feel like I’m interrupting something here, yet they are basically just staring at each other.”

“You’re right.” Seulgi giggled, and I finally looked away from Mingi, throwing a glare at my best friend as she had leaned into Wooyoung’s side, who stood next to the bench and her.

“Shush, you two.” Mingi beat me to telling the two love-birds off, and I couldn’t help but smile, “Don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong to.”

“Look who’s lecturing me about poking my nose where it doesn’t belong to—”

“Wooyoung.” Mingi’s tone held a warning, and it made Wooyoung giggle as he leaned down and pressed a fat kiss against Seulgi’s cheek—again—making her push him away playfully.

“We’re headed to class, are you coming over later?” Wooyoung smiled down at his girlfriend, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Maybe, if I get to finish my project.” Seulgi said with a pout and Wooyoung hummed, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips this time around. I averted my eyes, not a fan of seeing couples kiss, only to catch Mingi already looking at me. He was expressionless once again, but he was fidgeting with his fingers, looking almost nervous. And as Wooyoung stood up straight and ruffled Seulgi’s hair affectionately, Mingi took a deep breath.

“Will you come to Outlaw this Friday?” He asked in a rush, sounding almost reluctant as his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he chewed on his lower lip. To my horror, I found my eyes fixated on his plush mouth and I gulped before I quickly averted my eyes, praying that nobody caught it.

“Yes.” I answered before Seulgi could, and nodded, smiling a little bit, “I won’t miss it.”

A beautiful smile spread on Mingi’s lips and he nodded once, looking too happy for something so little. I don’t think I’ll understand anytime soon why he gets so excited and happy when I listen to his songs or watch him perform. I’m no expert when it comes to music, my feedback is merely amateur and I’m not even a fan of his band yet.

“Cool, see you then.” And Mingi didn’t wait for Wooyoung as he turned around and walked away, steps hurried. I didn’t miss the confused glance Wooyoung and Seulgi shared before Wooyoung was off, chasing after his best friend. And maybe I would be soon able to make sense of my thoughts and feelings around Mingi, figure out what they meant and why they felt so real at times.

            Monday (16:58 pm)

I hate him: hi Me: hi I hate him: would it be a lot if i asked to meet u tomorrow? Me: no, im free in the afternoon I hate him: cool, me too so uh…we can hang out in my studio? Me: or we can go to that new café with pottery I hate him: really? Me: u did say u wanted us to go… I hate him: i certainly said so i’ll pick u up around 4 Me: u don’t have to i’ll meet you there I hate him: come on, y/n…let me drive u Me: u’ve driven me around too many times by now i’ll meet u there and that’s final. I hate him: okay, boss, see ya there Me: :))

            Getting here before four o’clock and having to wait in front of the cute café had no business being this nerve-wrecking. Yeah, Mingi hasn’t shown up yet—but perhaps that’s because there were still ten minutes until it’d be four—and I knew I had no reason to think he’d bail on me, but we hadn’t spoken since yesterday, when he had asked me if we could hang out. And so, waiting for him shouldn’t have had me breaking out in a sweat despite the cold weather, making me bite my lower lip harshly as I tried to smooth down the wool, green, brown, and beige patterned coat I was wearing. First of all, why the hell would I be so nervous about meeting up with Mingi alone at this cute café? He probably wanted to talk about that near kiss, and once we had that cleared, things would go back to normal—right?!

And maybe that was the reason which made me want to vomit on the sidewalk, the thought that I knew Mingi would demand answers—answers that I wasn’t yet ready to hand out. Why did I even agree to this? Because I missed him? I should have just stayed at home and done the project I’ve been procrastinating on—again. But when I heard the rumble of Mingi’s old Honda’s engine, I knew there was no turning back, catching the bus and running home to hide underneath my blanket.

As Mingi took his time to parallel park, I took a deep breath and gripped onto the strap of my tote bag harder, looking down at myself. My apricot orange sneakers matched the color of my blouse, the top two buttons out of five undone, but not showing too much skin. My blouse was tucked inside my washed out high waisted mom jeans, the black belt matching the color of my tote bag—I know black isn’t a color, I’m an arts major after all. My hair was pulled in a low ponytail just to prevent the wind from blowing it in my face, and I was thankful that I chose my wool coat as it kept me warm enough. I have opted to wear quite a few rings today, and because my neck felt too exposed, I decorated it with three necklaces of different length. I gulped hard one last time as Mingi got out of his car and took a few seconds until he managed to lock it. However, those few seconds were exactly what I needed to prepare myself to not pass out at the full sight of him.

Mingi, in true fashion to him, wore all black, except for his jeans that were a very dark shade of blue, almost black too. His turtleneck was tucked inside his jeans, a black coat with a hood keeping him warm from the cold late autumn weather. It almost made me smile upon seeing his own tote bag, black, and funnily matching mine. Except that his was plain, while mine had Claude Monet’s Water-Lily Pond painting painted on it, done by none other than yours truly, me. Mingi’s eyes were concealed by black sunglasses, and I snorted as he almost splashed himself up by stepping a little too enthusiastically into a big puddle. Two necklaces hung around his neck, reaching down his chest. A very obvious and sturdy silver cross necklace, and another longer chain that had pearls scarcely strung on it.  And in true Song Mingi fashion, his rings weren’t missing, only two of his nails painted black on each hand, almost as if he didn’t have time to finish doing them. My heart racing in my chest so fast just at the mere sight of him, certainly wasn’t healthy, right?

“Hi!” I squeaked out and wished to burry myself instantly as Mingi chuckled, a very charming smile spreading onto his lips. It was a little annoying that I couldn’t see his eyes, forced to stare at his plush lips instead—let’s be real, nobody forced me, I did it because I couldn’t help myself, “The sun is quite blinding today, isn’t it?”

And of course, in good old fashion, my mouth worked before my brain would agree to saying something out loud, and my cheeks were burning as I knew Mingi saw me look at his lips. I had to divert the attention somehow, and teasing him was my best method, actually. It always worked.  

“I’m trying to make a fashion statement,” Mingi grinned as he gripped the sunglasses and took them off in a very unnaturally hot way, “but hello to you too.”

“No need for a fashion statement when it’s just the two of us,” I narrowed my eyes, finding Mingi’s hair very soft and fluffy looking, almost as if he had recently washed it, and it wasn’t completely dry, “I’m not one of your fans.”

“Pity,” Mingi hummed, stepping slightly closer to me, “I thought I might just finally wove you.”

I scoffed, and as I was about to tell him off, he grabbed my tote bag and pulled me after himself, headed for the entrance of the café, “Did you have to wait long for me? Traffic was busier today, I had to take a few detours to get here in time.”

“Don’t worry,” I smiled as he opened the door for me and let me walk inside first, “I only waited half an hour for you to arrive, runway princess.”

“Runway princess?!” Mingi’s eyes bulged for a second before he started laughing loudly, making a few customers glance our way as we made it inside the café. I elbowed him in the stomach gently, not too keen of having people glare at us as he disturbed their peace.

“Don’t like the nickname?” I asked with a raised brow as we neared the front desk. The cashier had a friendly smile on her face while she greeted us as Mingi and I looked up at the menu, trying to decide what we’d like to have.

“Never said that,” Mingi answered with a chuckle as he threw me a quick glance, “it’s just surprising coming from you.”

“Why, can’t I call you a princess?” I chuckled, turning to face the cashier as I have made up my mind about what I’d like to have.

“Up until now you seemed to prefer the term ‘bro’, but I’m fine with whatever you decide on calling me, doll.” The look the cashier gave us made my cheeks flame up and I cleared my throat loudly, shooting Mingi a look that told him to shut up.

“Sorry about that,” I muttered embarrassed, smiling at the cashier, “can I get a strawberry cheesecake?”

“Sure, right away, and you, sir?” Her attention was on Mingi now, cheeks flushing the longer she looked at him. Okay, I could totally understand why. Mingi looked quite good right now, it was hard not to ogle him.

“A mint-chocolate cheesecake and a cappuccino?” Mingi hummed, eyebrows furrowed in thought as he looked down at the cashier.

“Plain cappuccino or with vanilla?” The cashier typed in our orders as she asked Mingi, averting her eyes shyly once he looked at her, pursing his lips.

“Plain,” He decided at last, turning to look at me, “are you not getting anything to drink?”

“An orange fresh will be alright.” I said as I reached inside my bag to fish around for my wallet.

“And would you also like to paint some pottery?” The cashier asked, pointing behind herself at all the displayed options. Mingi and I shared a look and I smiled as I nodded at him, making him grin from ear to ear.

“Yeah, we’ll paint some pottery too. Can I have a cup?” He asked, pointing at one on the higher shelf. It was a smaller cup, specifically made for drinking coffee. The cashier nodded and then looked at me expectantly.

“Uh, a mug will do for me.” I said and thanked her once she handed us the pottery and the paint that was used for painting these. Then, she tapped a few more on her tablet and told us the total. I opened my wallet to pay for my purchase, but Mingi had a card in his hands, the cashier already typing in the total sum for him to pay.

“Mingi,” I hissed quietly, looking at him with a frown, “what are you doing?”

“It was my idea to come here—”

“No, it wasn’t.” I cut him off, fingers curling into the scratchy fabric of his coat as I reached out to hold it, “I suggested we come here instead of going to your studio.”

Mingi sighed and pocketed his card, already having paid, then turned his body to face mine. I didn’t let go of his coat just yet, “Yeah, but when I drove you home during that downpour I asked you if you’d come here with me. So technically, it was my idea. Initially, anyways, it really was.”

“Mingi—” I started, but soon swallowed my words as he stepped closer, invading my personal space. My fingers tightened more into his coat and I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous due to our proximity. He faintly smelled of vanilla, it was a fragrance I didn’t except to smell on him.

“Can you not fight me on this one, please?” Mingi’s eyebrows slightly furrowed and his eyes softened up and I—struggled to breathe for a second as I stared up in his pleading eyes, mouth going dry. He looked—adorable like this, and I did not like the way I felt myself getting lost in his soft gaze.

“Let’s find a table.” I muttered, forcing myself out of the trance he placed on me, and grabbed my mug and the painting supplies. Mingi followed suit as he took his own cup and followed after me closely. We walked further inside the café and found a smaller table in the next room, closer towards the window. The walls were painted a faint orange and were decorated by white stripes that created abstract shapes. The chandeliers were white and hung low, the place well-lit for those who wished to paint pottery.

I placed the things in my hands on the table carefully, and then discarded my coat on the back of my chair and my tote bag by the leg of the table, pulling my chair out for myself. Mingi followed suit, however, he managed to almost send his cup tumbling to the floor when he took his seat. His eyes were wide as he just barely caught the cup, and I giggled as I watched him while opening the box that held all the paint. Thankfully, the table was spacious enough to harbor both our pottery and paints as the cashier brought out our delicacies. She threw Mingi a lasting look before she hurried back to the front desk, glancing our way at times.

“This is going to be a tough one.” Mingi said before scooping up a bit of his cheesecake with his little spoon.

“Why?” I asked with a chuckle, choosing a thin brush to start painting some flowers on my mug. My cheesecake could wait.

“Because I’m literally sat at a table with an arts major, having to decorate some cup by painting.” Mingi sounded stressed and I chuckled as I looked up at him, amused by his expression. His hair fell in his eyes a bit, and I found myself absentmindedly reaching over the table to brush it to the side. Almost as if realizing at the same time what I had done, we both froze. It felt like time stilled around us as I watched Mingi with a gaping mouth, slowly but surely, my cheeks becoming the color of a fire hydrant. But Mingi wasn’t better off as he bit his bottom lip, averting his eyes shyly as his cheeks turned the faint color of pink. Clearing my throat and accidentally choking as I hastily pulled my hand back, I averted my eyes and fought for my life to not choke. Thank God the orange juice was right there, I quickly took three large gulps.

“Th—thanks.” Mingi stuttered, staring at the table as he licked his lips, “Uh, it’s gotten long, my hair, I mean, I have to cut it when I get the time.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, grabbing my mug and chewing on my bottom lip in embarrassment—God, could the Earth swallow me up right now? Why the hell did I do that?! “Yeah.”

“Do you think I should change it up a little?” I paused as I had dipped my brush in red paint, and slowly looked up at Mingi, “Do something fun with it—like going blonde?”

“I hate blonde hair.” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Nice one, idiot. Yunho was blonde while we were together, and thus, yeah, I’ve hated blondes ever since. And to be fair—and this is not me shitting on my ex—but that hair color did not suit Yunho at all.

“Oh, noted.” Mingi whispered, pouting a little. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, hating myself for the weird atmosphere I have created.

“Mingi, you can do whatever you want with your hair.” I spoke up, leaning down to try and look him in the eyes as he was busy staring at the table, “My opinion shouldn’t matter. It’s your hair. Go crazy with it, have fun, try out something new. Really.”

“But do you think it would suit me?” Mingi was still pouting as he finally looked up at me, looking quite crestfallen. My eyebrows furrowed and I tried to imagine him with blonde hair. He was quite blessed with his skin complex as most colors looked good on him, but perhaps I preferred Mingi with dark hair—black hair, more specifically. Like he had it right now. He looked—good. Handsome, even. Completely gorgeous. Fuck.

“I think it would suit you.” I settled on saying that. He didn’t have to know my train of thought, like at all. Mingi hummed in appreciation, and I watched as he reached inside his tote bag, pulling out a case that held his glasses. He took it out of the case and put it on, pushing it up on the bridge of his nose. He grinned when he looked at me and I chuckled, shaking my head as I looked down at my mug, finally starting to decorate it.

“There goes the cool, mysterious, hot celebrity act.” I teased under my breath, not expecting Mingi to hear me. But he did, and he started laughing, giving me a cheeky grin.

“Not quite a celebrity yet, but at least you admit I am hot.” Of course he was smirking as I gave him a deadpanned look, about to argue him on his statement, but he didn’t let me as he continued talking, “By the way, let’s exchange our cups when we are done. The mug will be mine and the cup will be yours.”

I tried to fight the smile off my lips, “So that you get the artwork of a talented artist for free to sell for an outrageous price later on when I’m famous?”

“I fear you have misjudged my character, doll.” Mingi’s eyes narrowed playfully, but there was truth to his words. I might just have misjudged his character.

“I still think you’re arrogant and selfish.”

“Of course you do, didn’t except anything less from you.” Mingi winked and then looked down, his cheesecake forgotten as he started decorating his cup, tongue just barely sticking out as he concentrated hard on whatever he had in mind to paint onto the cup. I chuckled and shook my head before focusing on my own mug, the silence that’s settle around us comfortable, as always.

            Mingi and I were the quietest table in the café as we worked in silence diligently in, painting our own pottery. Mingi, at times, would hum along quietly to the songs that were played on the radio. Despite his cup being smaller and easier to paint, I finished painting mine before him, and so, I took the time to savor my cheesecake even if it had gotten warm and a little too soft. Mingi was hunched over in his seat, glasses low on the bridge of his long nose, with his full lips either pursed or with the bottom one bitten as his eyebrows would furrow every time he almost made a mistake. It was a funny sight, and I grabbed my phone without thinking much, and snapped a few pictures of him, leaning lower and even closer to his face to get the funny angles, all while Mingi remained oblivious to it. I chuckled as I looked at the pictures I had taken of him, looking at him when I felt eyes on me.

“What’s so funny?” He asked curiously, eyeing my phone for a second.

“You.” I chuckled and stuck my tongue out as Mingi rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he heaved a long sigh.

“I’m finally done.” He grinned and I looked down at his cup, taking in the yellow chicks he had painted quite—clumsily. Well, not all of us had the skills of a painter—not that it was an issue or anything—it’s just that it’s been long since I had seen someone have the skills of a—kindergartner, “It’s pretty sick, huh?”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from giggling and nodded with my eyebrows furrowed, “I’d give it a seventy out of a hundred mark.”

“Hey! That’s too low!” Mingi said, looking offended. I chuckled before shrugging.

“You’ll have to work on your skills for a higher mark.”

“Fine, next time you come to the studio, I’ll make you sing.” Mingi raised his eyebrows, making me narrow my eyes at him playfully.

“Oh, I didn’t know we are in a competition.”

“We weren’t, until now.” He winked and then stood, grabbing my mug and his own cup carefully as he took it to the front desk for drying. I gathered the items we had used to paint the pottery with to place them back in the box, and couldn’t help it but sneak a glance at Mingi. He was leaned up against the front counter, grinning widely at the cashier as she spoke to him, using her hands for big gestures as she was probably explaining something. My eyes narrowed as Mingi leaned slightly closer to her, only to detach himself from the front desk and walk back towards our table. I looked away and busied myself with my glass of orange juice.

“So, we’ll get them delivered to our houses once they are dry and all.” He said with a smile, sitting down, “I hope you don’t mind I gave her your address too.”

“I don’t.” I muttered, chewing on the straw for a second, “I didn’t think you’d know my address.”

“Well,” Mingi flattened his hands on the surface of the table, “I’ve been to your house twice now. I think it’s only right I remember your address, doll.”

“Right,” I muttered, “you’ve been to my house.”

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, and I figured he didn’t like the tone of my voice. But before I could correct myself and explain that I had nothing against that, he spoke up, “Y/N, I—I didn’t mean to scare you or—I don’t know—make you think that I want anything from you. I mean—we are friends, and I respect you as a woman and as a friend, and I know we almost—kissed. But I—I don’t want you to think that I’m playing some sort of game with you to get—to get in your pants. I’m your friend. And even if I wasn’t, I still wouldn’t do that to you.”

Hearing him say all that felt wrong. I didn’t deserve any explanation from him. I was the one that’s overreacted that day, and Mingi was the one that deserved an explanation and apology from me for the way I have acted. I knew I couldn’t completely open up to him right now, that some parts of the truth had to be omitted today, but he also deserved to know why I had pulled back. And I wanted him to understand that it wasn’t his fault for the way I reacted to everything.

“Mingi,” I offered him a small smile and gripped my empty glass for some support, “If you think you are the reason why I ignored you, please, stop thinking that. It’s—we both leaned in, okay? We were both about to kiss each other, it’s not like you initiated it or forced me to do something I didn’t want to. And nothing even happened, for God’s sake. I reacted that way because I—”

When I paused, Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned over the table, gently poking my hand with his ring clad fore-finger, “You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable sharing it, Y/N.”

“But I want you to know this, Mingi.” I averted my eyes and took a deep breath, embracing myself for what I was about to tell him, “I had a boyfriend back in high-school who completely broke my heart, shattered it into pieces. And I know that happened a long time ago, and yes, I am over him, but I—I am scared people will treat me like he had treated me. I’m scared that if I let you close, you’ll just—leave. Like he did. And I know ignoring you for days was very shitty of me and I shouldn’t have done that—because quite frankly, Mingi, you deserve better—I just didn’t know what to do. I needed a few days to myself, to figure things out. It’s a bad excuse, but it’s the truth, and I think you deserve to know it. Since we are friends.”

Mingi’s face conveyed no emotion for a few seconds and I gulped, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Did he figure it out now? That I was talking about Yunho? That maybe I have started feeling something for him too, for Mingi? Would he stand up and leave? But to my surprise, a wide smile stretched onto his lips and he hummed, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

“Thank you for trusting me, it means a lot that you told me all that.” I bit my bottom lip, looking down at the table abashedly, “And I was never mad at you for ignoring me. I completely understand you, Y/N, and for the record, I have zero intentions of leaving you. And your ex is a fucking asshole for breaking your heart like that, tell me who he is and I’ll beat him up when I cross paths with him.”

There was nothing funny about what Mingi had said, especially since he was talking about his best friend, but the comically tough look on his face made me snort loudly as I shielded my mouth with my hand, trying to stop myself from laughing too loudly. Mingi started grinning like an idiot, his giggles deep, and making something coil in my stomach. When has Song Mingi become adorable instead of annoying?

“I doubt you’d want to kick his ass once you find out who he is…” I grimaced once that was out of my mouth, regretting it instantly. What was it about today that I couldn’t keep my thoughts and mouth in check? It was turning really frustrating.

“So, you plan on telling me one day?” Mingi wriggled his eyebrows, making me snort, “Like real besties gossiping and shit.”

“You never fail to make me cringe when you call us besties, Mingi.” I shook my head, taking a glance at my wrist watch. Oh, the time had flown away, it was well past five now, and the sun was going down. I’d probably have to head home soon to have dinner with my mother. I was becoming hungry too.

“Well, that’s what we are so…” He cleared his throat before slowly standing up, making me look up at him, “Did you know today we’re celebrating the Festival of Light?”

“Nope, I had no idea.” I shook my head, standing up too as Mingi wore his coat, “I don’t follow the events our city organizes.”

“Pity, it’s really pretty.” Mingi pouted, waiting for me as I grabbed my tote bag and pocketed my phone, “Should we check it out?”

“I mean…maybe?” I shrugged and Mingi beckoned me over as he crossed his arm with mine, making me chuckle as I looked up at him. He wasn’t much taller than me, but his sneakers had a thick sole and they made him even taller, “Where is this festival held at?”

“Just down the street, at the Citadel.” Mingi smiled as he led the way out of the café, waving at the barista as she blushed again, making me chuckle as I subconsciously nuzzled up against Mingi’s side, the air chilly as the sun had set by now.

“That barista totally has a crush on you.” I found myself saying as we walked down the sidewalk, trying to avoid crashing into the people that came towards us. Yeah, there certainly was an event on-going in the city, otherwise you wouldn’t see so many people out and about around this time. Everyone preferred staying inside after the sun had set, not keen of the cold nights.

“You think so?” Mingi mused, bottom lip jutting out as he narrowly avoided a child that was running around, “I didn’t notice.”

“You must be really dense then.” I snorted, eyebrows furrowing as I looked up at him, “She was constantly blushing, and she was totally looking at you with hearts in her eyes.”

“How do you know when someone is looking at you with heart eyes?” Mingi’s question threw me off, and I detached myself from his side, clearing my throat as I looked ahead, pushing my hands in my pockets. He was warm, it made me realize as the cold bit at my skin now that I wasn’t nuzzled up by his side anymore.

“Well, they have this look in their eyes, you know? It’s warm, and soft, and it lasts.” I explained, feelings my cheeks heat up, “And their eyes always linger on you when you aren’t watching them. It’s like…puppy eyes, I suppose? I wouldn’t actually know, Mingi, nobody’s ever looked at me like that.”

When there was no response, I looked back to find Mingi looking at me intensely. My eyebrows furrowed as we have arrived to the Citadel, the gates open for the visitors of the festival. The place was packed, this wouldn’t be so fun anymore. I would’ve turned around and walked back home if I didn’t see how excited Mingi was when I agreed to come check it out.

“There’s lots of people here.” Mingi muttered, and then walked closer to me as I led the way inside, a little baffled by his reaction to my answer. I just merely gave an answer based on my beliefs. It was him that was acting weird now. But as I looked at him, I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore, that he wanted us to drop the subject. His last comment was a way to veer the conversation in a different direction. What was it about us today making everything weird? I sighed and just walked further inside, trying to avoid the big crowd which seemed almost impossible as it stretched on and on. The Citadel, however, was beautiful as it was coated in darkness, only the little paper lamps and fairy lights illuminating the place. It had a certain aura to it, almost romantic, and I soon found myself smiling as we walked down the cobblestone path, still trying to avoid people and stick close to each other’s sides. The air was chilly but the walls of the Citadel did a great job at keeping the breeze out, and the crowd certainly kept the place warmer than it was outside the stone walls.

I found myself admiring the décor in wonder, my mouth hanging open as I took in all the little lamps placed down on the ground, following the cobblestone paths, illuminating our way. It was truly beautiful, it almost felt like the scene was taken out of a fairytale. I found myself filled with excitement and happiness as I turned to grin at Mingi.

“This is so beautiful!” I giggled, absentmindedly grabbing the sleeve of his coat and dragging him away from the path and into the dying grass as there was a panel covered with paper, and people were writing on it. Mingi remained silent, but as I searched around for a pen or pencil, I felt him watching me, “What, do you not want to write something?”

“If you manage to find a marker or pen, I will, sure.” He said with a shrug, adjusting the strap of his tote bag before he pushed his hands deep in his pockets. I chuckled and looked around for a marker, but it was hard to see it in the darkness whether they were laying around in the grass or not. To my surprise, a little girl standing next to me looked up at me with a small smile on her lips, and offered me her purple-coloured marker, saying she was done with her drawing. I thanked her with a chuckle and turned to face Mingi with a grin.

“I found one!” Mingi chuckled and took the marker from my hands, being able to reach high up where the paper was still empty, due to his height. The panel was illuminated from the inside so you could actually see what was written on the paper. I watched him as he wrote on the paper, hesitating for a second, before he stepped back and handed me the marker. I raised up on my tip toes curiously, and craned my neck to see what he’s written. ‘The moon is beautiful tonight.’

I felt a smile spread onto my lips as I looked back at Mingi, who’s expression was serious and almost sad-looking as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his tall nose. I craned my neck back once more to gaze at the dark sky, at the moon, and indeed, there she was, beautiful and shining brightly. It was a new moon. Taking a swift glance at Mingi, I raised back on my tip toes and stood close to the panel, reaching up, just underneath Mingi’s writing. Thankfully, I could reach just bellow it, and I grinned as I quickly drew a new moon, adding a little shading to it and dents as well, creating the illusion of a real moon. Mingi remained silent as I took a step back, admiring our work. I handed the marker to another child as I fished my phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture quickly of our artwork.

“The moon turned out beautifully.” Mingi commented once we had stepped away from the panel to let others draw too, headed back onto the cobblestone path.

“Still, it’s not as beautiful as the real one, but I tried my best.” I chuckled as I crossed my arms in front of my chest for a second, avoiding a man as he wasn’t looking in front of himself as he raced down the path. Mingi threw him a displeased look before looking down at me.

“Your drawings and paintings are always beautiful, Y/N.” Mingi said and I found myself blushing, thankful that it was so dark he wouldn’t be able to see it. I uncrossed my arms and turned my body a little to face him. There was music coming from one path, the one which led to the southern part of the Citadel.

“Are you nervous about Friday?” I found myself asking him as Mingi veered us towards where the music was coming from. He looked at me for a second, and then shook his head.

“I’m rarely nervous when we have to perform.” He said nonchalantly, the back of his hand brushing lightly against mine. My heart did a somersault against my ribcage, but I ignored it.

“Oh, you’re such a cool guy.” I teased him with narrowed eyes, making Mingi chuckle.

“I rarely get nervous, to be honest, even less when it comes to performing.” He hummed, looking up at the dark sky for a second, “I trust myself and my bandmates that everything will go well, so, there’s no actual reason to feel nervous.”

“But I’ll be there on Friday, that still doesn’t make you feel nervous?” My question was meant to be teasing, part of our playful banter, but the way Mingi gulped and quickly averted his eyes told me that perhaps I hit the nail spot-on. Well, now I have turned things awkward again. I sighed loudly, chewing on my bottom lip as Mingi remained silent, the two of us walking down the narrow path as the music became louder as we were nearing the stage. Jazz music was playing, the lady who was singing had a powerful and smooth voice that carried over the crowd neatly. There were a few people dancing in the crowd.

“Perhaps having you there will make me nervous.” Mingi’s voice was barely above a whisper and I tensed when I felt his pinkie brush against my own, making me clench my hand into a fist. But a very quiet voice inside my head demanded me to accept Mingi’s subtle request, and willing my heart to stop hammering so hard in my chest, I relaxed my hand and slowly slipped it into Mingi’s. If he stopped walking for a milli-second, I didn’t say anything about it, and he also ignored it. His grip turned firm as he intertwined our fingers together, gently pulling me closer into his side as he smiled at a mother who apologised for his son almost running into us.

I gulped and kept my eyes ahead of me, too nervous to look at Mingi. Holding his hand like this meant nothing in particular, but it was a nice feeling. It made my cheeks warms and heart race. And I didn’t have to look at Mingi to know he was smiling like crazy, his cheeks just as red as mine as we came to a stop behind the dancing people.

Have I started falling for Song Mingi?

『It's you, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm just saying it's you, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

You're what I've been chasing

Show me where my days went』

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so...the festival of light scene was totally inspired by me and my bestie attending it in our city lol; it was sooo beautiful and the pictures in the moodboard were actually taken by us; also, her and I kept laughing about the romantic vibes we were getting, all in all, we had a nice time...and OFC we make everything about Ateez so :))

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Bunny

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x reader

Summary: “I’m changing your contact name to: My Slutty Bunny.” He stated as his grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request are always open. I have not proof read this so keep in mind there are errors everywhere. I put off posting this because I felt like it wasn’t good enough, but something in me said, fuck it post that shit and get it over with. Hence the post, meaning I obeyed my random thoughts, anyway……here ya go!!! Thanks for reading 😊😊

Another night, sitting quietly in the backseat of your best friend’s car. Listening to her chat and talk with her boyfriend, Hongjoong. You sighed inwardly and looked beside you into the face of Seonghwa who also looked like he was bored out his mind.

This supposed to be double date that you both were forced to attend, again. Was seeming to drag on for ever! Even though it had just started. Seonghwa also looked at you and rolled eyes, while throwing his head back.

The constant flirting and giggling coming from the front seat was becoming more and more annoying. Just when you were about to start cursing, your bestie pulled over into the parking lot of a restaurant.

“We’re here!” She sang with the smile as she and Hongjoong got out of the car.

You huffed and Seonghwa laughed at you as he himself climb out of the vehicle. You both followed the happy couple inside, with you dragging your feet. You wanted to so badly to go home but you decided to stick out since your bestie put so much effort into getting you out of the house.

But why though? Well, let’s just say, you were dealing with some shit and it was really getting you down lately. Making you want to curl up in a corner and let all of what you felt go in the form of tears. But you wouldn’t let yourself cry, sometimes being a crybaby makes you feel better……I’m just saying.

After entering, you thought you’d all be sitting at the same table, but instead the hostess stopped you and Seonghwa and lead you to a table on the opposite side of the room. You looked at your bestie with a frown, but she smiled and blew you a kiss before going back to her man.

Now, sitting at the table in complete silence only seemed to make this night last longer. But a sigh from Seonghwa made you look up at him from the game you playing on your phone.

“Why exactly don’t you like me again?” Seonghwa asked with a gentle smile, “because I have no issue with you.” He added as he began taking a drink of water

“You’re a hoe.” You stated point blank, watching as he began choking on his water.

“Excuse me.” He sputtered whipping his face.

“I mean, the first time I met you, was at a party, I caught you coming out of back room with a random chick,” you explained, “then at another party, you were getting hands with some other girl in a dark corner of room. I do have a bunch more explanation as to why I’m not into you, my good sir, but I’m gonna stop right there.” You added at the end.

“All I can say is, it’s not what you think,” he gave a sheepish defense, “I’m not a hoe.”

“Bullshit,” you shot down.

“I can prove it,” Seonghwa defended himself.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed.

He pulled out his phone, unlocked it and placed in front of you. You looked up at him as if to ask him if he was serious. He gestured for his phone and you picked it up

“Read the messages.” He urged.

You scoffed and did as he urged, it took a brief moment, before you got bored and put his phone back on the table. He gave you a Quick Look before taking his phone back.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” You stated taking a sip of water, you put it down and looked around wondering where the fuck was the server to take your orders. Your mind focusing now on food.

“You didn’t see any chicks in there though.” He stated sitting back, now looking at you. Subconsciously, he gave you a once over and bit his bottom lip, you instantly caught it.

“See,” you pointed at him, “you’re a slut,” his rolled his eyes and smirked while letting out a scoff, “you’re looking at me like you could eat me alive.”

Seonghwa was now full on laughing under his breath, your expression was priceless. And before he could rethink his next words, he said them.

“You’re so cute, you look like a helpless bunny.” He snickered out.

Your face blushed red unexpectedly as you just stared at him, completely flabbergasted by the statement. All you could think was why on earth did your bestie keep putting you with this guy. And how in hell did he make you blush harder than a preteen in front of their first crush.

The server finally decided that now would be a good time to pop the fuck up. You both ordered a big ass burger with fries and he just smirked at you. You raised an eyebrow at him in question and he just threw his hands up

“What?” You questioned

“Nothing.” He answered

“Say it.” You urged.

He sighed, “You’re so tiny, I’m wondering how……”

You blinked, “Is this because last time I at an entire pizza by myself?” You asked him.

“Yes,” he answered, “you looked like a hungry chipmunk,” he mimicked you, “you’re not the only one that’s been watching the other,” he added becoming a little serious, “I’m sorry, but contrary to how you’ve seen me, I’m completely different. I swear,” he stated truthfully, “at it seems that our friends are going to keep dragging us along on dates. Can we at least be friends?” He suggested.

You sighed, thinking it over for a second, he wasn’t wrong, “Okay,” you finally answered, “sounds like a deal, you better not try anything. Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I’ll bite you.” You expressed dead ass serious.

Well, after that you both just kept talking, or more like bantering back and forth, it was cute to watch from a distance. Hongjoong and your bestie at some point caught sight of you both giggling and talking. It made them feel like they were the shit for getting you two together.

After dinner, you exchanged contact info and went your separate ways. Time passed and with it, your friendship grew. Receiving random text from each other became an everyday thing. The teasing and mocking each other was endearing, you even showed each other what you saved the other number as.

Yours being: ‘He’s a slut 👀🤨’

His being: ‘She Thinks I’m a Slut 👀🤓’

You both thought it was appropriate as an inside joke between you two. Must be nice to talk shit to each other on this type of level.

“No, you cheated!” You exclaimed sitting across from Seonghwa at the table. A game of cards had been going on between you two for the past few minutes. Currently, you both were at a small party being hosted at a beach house, everyone else was outside on the patio mingling. You snuck inside to hide, and when your phone buzzed with a message from Seonghwa as to where you went. You told him, after some chatting and shit talking, you spotted a deck of cards and challenged him to game……or two…..okay, a few games.

“No,” Seonghwa replied, “I won fair and square. It’s not my fault you lost.”

“That’s why you’re a hoe.” You started.

He looked at you, mischief was all over his face, you pointed a finger at him, warning him not to do it. But he did anyway, he chased you and began tickling your sides with no mercy. You cried out in laughter, begging for mercy and simultaneously calling him a fucker.

At some point he stopped, but he was still holding you, you looked up at him, he was hovering over you. You giggled up at him, not noticing the change in his eyes. He called his name, he didn’t reply. You poked his nose lightly and he grabbed your hand gently moving it out of the way. You went to ask him what he was looking at but the sudden feeling of his lips connecting with yours made you freeze.

You were shook by this sudden action, unsure as to how you should react as he cupped your cheeks with his free hand, while he devoured your lips. Almost like he was in a trance. A sudden loud commotion was heard outside, loud enough to snap him back to reality. He pulled away, his eyes were cast down, he himself was trying to process his own actions.

Just as Seonghwa looked up at you, Hongjoong appeared with your bestie. They’d been looking for you both because they hadn’t seen either of you for a long while. They were making a statement when Seonghwa stood up abruptly and dismissed himself, Hongjoong called after him. But he didn’t turn around, prompting the other male to dismiss himself to check on his friend. Your bestie asked you what had happened but you didn’t say, aiming to keep it to yourself because now, you were confused a filled with some mixed emotions.

Well bitch, after you managed to get home, you shot Seonghwa a text to make sure he was okay. You didn’t get a response, so you decided to give him space, thinking it was the best decision. But alas, sis, a week went by, you reached out to him a few times. Even going so far as to call him a few times, still with no real response. He only texted you an excuse, saying he was busy.

Well one week turned into three, your world had become quiet again. Now the only person you talked to on a daily basis aside from your bestie was ghosting you. Over something that could be talked over and discussed as two adults. Damn, what the actual fuck?

It was the end of the fourth week now, you’d just left a doctors appointment. You huffed, feeling down and like shit all over again. You chose to ignore it, aiming to not let this episode drag you down again. Sighing you tried to call your bestie, to see where she was, but she didn’t answer. Only she knew your story, which was why she always took you along to parties to help cheer you up in this lonely world. Even if you didn’t want to go, because let’s be honest, she could always tell between you going through an episode and when you genuinely didn’t want to go out.

You were almost home when you heard your name, you looked up into the face of the last person you wanted to see. You huffed and rolled your eyes at her, here we go, you thought.

“Long time no see.” He smiled.

“Respectfully go away. Not in the mood.” You turned to walk away but you heard her voice. You turned around some watched she wrapped her arms around your ex.

“Hey, how have you been?” She started in a taunting tone, “we haven’t been seeing you around lately.”

“Bitch-,” you took a step to snatch her head off, but your bestie had appeared, stopping you.

“Whoa,” your bestie started, “no need to mess up her face, it’s already fucked up it can’t be helped.”

“Excuse me!”

“If I let her go, some things gonna be broken,” you bestie warned them, “I can’t let her help you fix your ugly or you can leave,” your bestie was standing between you, “or better yet, I can do it for her. I’ve always wanted to gauge your eyes and feed them to you.”

She went to speak but your ex dragged her away because he knew how crazy you and your bestie were when it comes down to it. Your bestie scoffed and turned to look at you, you both instantly burst out laughing.

“Alright,” your bestie looped her arm around yours, “let’s go, the girls are waiting.”

In no time, you were all seated in a small party chopping it up with a few friends. Everyone was catching up and having fun, Hoongjoong and Seonghwa appeared. You looked at Seonghwa and spoke, he responded but it felt dry. You sighed inwardly and thought to yourself that this friendship was over and that was fine.

Yeah…..right….why? Well, let’s just say that Seonghwa was talking to everyone but you, not even small talk. But what upset you the most was how he was having a full blown conversation with a girl across the room from you. AND he was pretending he doesn’t see you glaring a a hole in his head. Not to mention how fast you were drinking, unknowingly.

“Y/N,” Hoongjong called your name out of concern after you’d down the drink you were just poured quickly, “ are you okay?”

You hummed in response, “I’m fine,” you lied, pouring yourself another and drinking it down. Your bestie stood up and helped you stand up, “girl, I’m fine.”

“Bitch,” your bestie shook her head, “let’s go to the bathroom.”

You giggled a little as you held on to your bestie for support, “I’m sorry,” you spot her once she successfully got you into the bathroom and seat on top of the toilet, “a lots going on. I wasn’t tryna get this fucked up.”

“Bitch if you don’t start talking,” she warned with her arms folded as she leaned on the sink, “what’s the tea? I want all the tea and nothing but the tea.”

And you spilled, from the beginning to the end, even going so far as to say that Seonghwa was talking to the pretty girl just to piss you off. She let out a scoff, followed by a giggle, that lead to full blown laughter. It took her a second to gather herself, but after you said it wasn’t funny a few times, she stopped.

“You’re jealous and it’s cute.” She expressed, “I’m sure he’ll come talk to you after a while.”

“I doubt it,” you grumbled, “I wanna rip his lips off for kissing me and ghosting me.”

Hongjoong called her name from outside of the bathroom, she answered and stepped out. Saying she’d be right back. You could hear them talking in the hallway, but couldn’t make since of what they were saying. You huffed and stood up, aiming to leave the bathroom because the walls seemed to close in on you. The trouble of trying not to stumble over seemed not as bad as before. The alcohol was wearing off.

You swung the bathroom door open and took a step out, you tripped on your own feet and almost fell. Hands caught you and you looked up into the face of Seonghwa. He looked concerned as he held onto you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. You went to swear but an irritating voice reached your ears.

“Y/N,” your ex spoke, “I didn’t know you could get this fucked up.”

You huffed out a few swear words, catching Seonghwa completely off guard. He’d never heard you talk like that, let alone get this upset.

“Dude,” you started, “no one asked for your fucking opinion.”

“Quit acting so mean,” he countered taking a step towards you, “you know you miss me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be with a playboy like him.”

You swore under your breath, the alcohol began to speak, “Listen trifling, decrepit, prick,” you started, “don’t call him that, nobody gets to call that but me,” you let go of Seonghwa and took a step towards your ex, “ and I’m not about to lower myself to that level of mutt, just to get back with a worthless pig that can’t tell his ass from his head.” You added.

“Wow.” was the only reaction Seonghwa could mutter, your ex went to speak, but he cut him off, “I think you should back down.” Seonghwa suggested.

He received a glare in response before your ex walked away quickly feeling shit now because you broke his ego. Meanwhile, you leaned against the wall beside you and sighed. Now frowning at Seonghwa.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” You asked him right now. No one was around, so why not ask, “you kissed me and ghosted me. I thought we were friends?”

Yes, you were drunk. Yes, your emotions were high. Yes, silent tears were rolling down your cheeks as you stared at him waiting for and answer. Seonghwa sighed and apologized, he paused, seeming to try and find the words to explain. You sniffled and wiped your cheeks, moving quickly without thinking, only wanting answers. You grabbed his hand and pulled him in the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” He asked you with a small frown.

“Tell me the truth,” you demanded, “do you like me as a friend, a fuck toy or a girlfriend? Tell me,” the normal you had begun to show. Making him smile a little.

“Fuck toy, for real?” He asked with a scoff, “you couldn’t think of a better term for a fuck buddy?”

“You know what I meant you little slut.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, “damnit Seonghwa-,” you were about to go on a drunken rant but was stopped by Seonghwa who’d quickly pulled down onto his lap facing him.

“Okay,” he huffed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’d upset you this much,” he acknowledged, “you’re cute and funny,” he paused, letting soak it in as he carefully watched your face.

“That’s bullshit,” you stated out right, “you became my second bestie and then you ghosted me you fucking bitch.”

“I said was sorry,” he reiterated, “and what the hell do you mean second bestie?” He sounded outraged.

“You know she’s my bottom bitch, so stop playing,” You countered, “besides, you don’t hear clowning you about Hongjoong.”

Some bantering began to take place, much like nothing had happened. Then again as you were rambling on, Seonghwa was quite asphyxiated on your every move. He cupped your face right as you giggled a little and looked back at him. He kissed. Again. You pulled away and stared at him for a brief second.

“I’m going to throat punch you.” You remarked, as he buried his face in your neck, “Hwa,” you complained as you felt his hand grip at your waist, “are you trying to fuck me?” No answer, “I mean, with the way your caressing my squeezing my waist. Plus that fact that you’re face is in my neck and all I can feel is your hot breath-,”

“Be quiet.” He finally stated.

“I’m gonna go,” you opted to say. And just as you thought you were going to stand up. He bit your neck cause you to let out a yelp, “you-,”

“Bunny I said he quietly.” He stated again.

“I’m not a bunn-” you started, but cut yourself short when Seonghwa pulled back and finally looked at you.

“You have no sense of danger.” He commented. His eyes were dark as he started at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” You asked him teasingly.

A quick smirk took over his face for brief moment. It quickly turned into a sincere expression of longing as place his hand around your neck causing your breathe to catch in your throat, “I’m sorry,” he started, going back to the conversation from before, “at first, I thought you were cute,” he began telling you his truths, “I thought maybe it was just me wanting to ruin you. But the more we talked and hung out…..I realized I liked you. I acted on impulse when I kissed you that day. I took off because I thought I’d fucked up our friendship.” He added, all while rubbing circles on your neck with his thumb.

“You could’ve just said that,” you voiced now frowning yourself, “I’m changing your name in my phone to: My Bitch, just promise not to fuck me over.”

He scoffed at you, “You can’t be serious, how could I ever fuck you over,” He shook his head a small smile on his face. He kissed you again, and pulled away, “I’m changing yours to: My Slutty Bunny.” He stated as his grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

He held you closer, sitting right on his twitching member. Causing you to blush hard as fuck as your legs clenched. Seonghwa noticed and smirked, he picked you up and placed you on the counter behind you. Making sure to keep you from closing your legs, your mind instantly went to mush when you felt how hard he was pressing flush against your folds.

Seonghwa began eating at your neck as one of his hands found your folds. He pushed your underwear to the side and gently began rubbing circles on your clit. He let out soft swear as he commented on how wet you were. He finally pulled away enough to take in your every expression.

“This color looks good on you,” he whispered softly, “you’re so fucking cute when you’re frowned up like this,” he added pressure causing a low whimper to catch in your throat, “that’s such a lovely sound,” he kissed your hot cheek gently, “I want to hear it.”

He added a finger, thrusting it into you with slow adding steady pressure. One turned into two, all the while he was looking at you with those eyes. You let out low whimpers and mews as you bit your lips to stay quiet.

“Take off your top,” he whispered out a demand. You did as told your shirt fell to the floor as soon as it did, you felt wet kisses being placed on them. Your head fell backwards as your eyes closed from bliss, the sound of someone walking down the hallway hit both your ears. And as it did, you felt Seonghwa rub his length slowly between your folds before gently pushing into them.

You let out an audible moan that caused him to kiss you, his tongue explored your mouth freely and he buried himself inside you. He groaned at how tight you were around as he thrusted into you a few times hard but slow making your walls clench and your stomach flutter. You whimpered into his mouth and gripped at his shirt as your body rocked with each thrust.

Pulling away, he placed a hand on your hip to hold you in pplace as he picked up the pace. Thrusting deeper and deeper. While he used his free hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. He swore under his breath as you let out low moans. Seonghwa held your legs wide open as he began pounding into you harder and faster.

“Rub yourself.” Seonghwa demanded before devouring your lips hungrily, you did as told, chasing the high, “fuck,” he groaned out, just as someone outside had decided to start playing loud music. He’d picked up the past, now fucking you roughly filling you with pain and pleasure.

You couldn’t take it anymore as your walls clenched hard and your legs shook. You let out a moan as you creamed hard, Seonghwa buried his cock balls deep in your folds. He kissed your lips and neck until you were done.

He pulled out and flipped you around and he pinned your arms behind your back, “look at yourself,” Seonghwa ordered gesturing towards the mirror, “look at how fucked up you are,” he again buried his cock into deep into your folds and gave your ass a hard smack, “look at how beautiful you are for me.”

You moaned as he thrusted into you hard making your bare breast jiggle, while he held you up with your back flush against his chest. He pounded you with no mercy all the while watching as tears streamed down your flushed red face. Enjoying how your moans turned into whispered words of bliss.

At some point, he let going of your arms, allowing you to lay down on the countertop. Seonghwa’s hands now gripping and smacking at your ass and relentlessly pounded away, while telling you want a good fuck bunny you were being. If it weren’t for the music, you’d both be given away by the lustful sounds you both were making.

“Hold still, it’s almost over.” Seonghwa urged, his head now thrown back as he fucked away.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as your eyes rolled back and your body began to shake and quiver as you tumbled over the edge unknowingly. As you shook, Seonghwa who didn’t notice, kept going as his hips went into over drive at the sudden feeling of your walls tightening around him. His grip on your hips had tightened as he slammed into you until his hips bucked hard and he came deep inside you feeling you up.

His fell on top of you, both of you now covered in sweat as your chest rose and fell. He whispered words of praise into your ear as he kissed your neck and shoulder. He pulled out after a moment and spun you around, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter top, where he kissed your lips gently.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself.” Seonghwa apologized between kisses. You were too busy trying to comeback around as your body quivered and reacted to his touch.

He went to say more but you but him off by pulling him in and kissing him, “Just for you.”

Well, well, well, look who’s a slutty bunny after all. You’re was too busy swimming in the fact Seonghwa was now yours and you were now his. This was an outcome you would’ve never guessed, you perceived this man as a hoe. Not knowing from the moment you accepted his friendship it’d turn out like this……Nice, good move!

Anyway, few months came and went, everything seemed to be a blur. Everything had gone back to normal for the most part. Your bestie couldn’t help but rub her “I told you so’s” in your face. I mean she wasn’t lying, she and Hongjoong were low key the reason you both had finally gotten together.

Here you guys were sitting in his and Hongjoong’s shared apartment. Legos on the table as you attempted to help him put it together, failing miserably. Hongjoong and your bestie were also sitting in the living room, putting together their own puzzle

“If you force it like that it’ll break.” Seonghwa warned without looking up.

“This is stupid.” You frowned.

Seonghwa chuckled under his breath “Only because you can’t do it.” He stated smugly.

You huffed, putting the two pieces down with a roll of your eyes. Seonghwa who was beside you pulled you into his lap, he used your hands to start putting pieces together.

“Awe look at you, cat got your tongue?” Your bestie teased earning a laugh from Hongjoong and Seonghwa who’d rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Oh hush,” you huffed, “concentrate your jigsaw puzzle.”

She scoffed at you and shook her head at you. Some back and forth and joking took place between the four of you. It gotten quiet, your bestie yawned, the puzzle was almost finished. Hongjoong put it down and announced that he was tapped out. He checked the time, it had gotten late. Neither you or Seonghwa paid attention to the other two disappearing off to bed.

The set of Lego flowers was complete, Seonghwa sighed and leaned back, pulling you with him. He’d started to play with your hands in silence, “Your hands are dainty.” He remarked after a while of silence.

“So are yours,” you countered looking up at him.

He made eye contact with you, after glossing over your face and biting his bottom lip. You’d begun rambling about something, it was falling on death ears. A quick kiss is what shut you up, you looked at him blushing crimson as you blinked rapidly.

“Hey,” you started finally looking around, “where’d they go?” You asked when you didn’t hear your bestie talking shit.

“Alright,” Seonghwa started as he stood up, “let’s go to bed.” He reached down and pulled you up. You reiterated the question “bunny, that should be the least of your worries.” He answered pulling you along.

“I’m not a bunny” you commented as you entered his bedroom.

“Whatever you say,” was his response, “here,” he handed you a set of pajamas. That seemed to be picked out just for you. You took them and unfolded the net stack, sizing up the thin shorts and tank top combo.

“This does little for the imagination.” You remarked.

“Good, now put it on.” He coolly ordered as he himself began to change.

“That’s not fair,” you pointed, “yours look more comfy, mines look like I’ll freeze.”

“Bunny would you like some help?” Seonghwa asked after he’d slide his pajama pants on.

“No,”

“Than put them on, it’s late I’m sleepy.” He yawned.

You went to speak but a knock on his door cut you off, “Y/N,” your bestie voice rang out, “put the damn pajamas on a go to sleep. It’s fucking 2am bitch. I can hear all the way down the hall.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Seonghwa who gave you a look. You huffed and changed quickly, in no time you both were cuddled up in bed. Only…..you weren’t sleep, you were staring at the ceiling.

“Hwa,” you called softly, he didn’t answer, he was halfway to dreamland. So you called him again and went on a quick rant about something irrelevant.

“Babe hush please.” Seonghwa pleaded softly, tightening his arms around you.

“Ok,” you replied with a small huff and a pout. A sigh came from him as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at you, “I said okay,” you stated looking away.

“You just huffed,” he stated groggily.

“No I didn’t.” You lied.

He sighed and rolled you onto your back and rested his head on your stomach, “Fine I’m gonna go to sleep here. That way I’ll know if you huff, sigh, groan, burp, fart and or moan.” He expressed.

“Me, fart, in your presence…..never.” You scoffed out a lie.

He giggled under his breath and put his hand went under your shirt. He pushed it up a little and placed a kiss on your now exposed side. A soft squeal lift your lips instantly as you squirmed and your hands gripped his shoulders. He shushed you and licked your skin slowly, looking up at you.

“Are you going to go to bed now?” He asked deviously with a sleepy smirk on his face. Your eyes were closed, due to the sensation of his hot breath now fanning your exposed skin, “bunny,” he drawled out, the sound of his voice now caused you to clench your legs.

His hand was now inching down into your shorts. The moment he came in contact with your folds, he began to rub circles on your clit. You covered your lip and snapped your eyes open. A small whimper escaped just as he inserted his fingers. He was smirking at your red flushed cheeks, enjoying how now you were speechless.

“What’s wrong bunny?” He quizzed softly as he played in your folds faster, “wow,” he added mockingly, “you’re so quiet now. If I stop will you go to sleep?”

You let out another small whimper, arching your back. Seonghwa stopped and kissed at your belly, working his way down.

“Wait,” you tried weakly, “I knew you gave me these thin ass,”

Your words caught in your throat the moment you felt his lips connect with your clothed folds. You squirmed, gripping his hair to stop him from eating you up. But arching your back further for more. Seonghwa gave your folds long lavish lick as he made eye contact with you. You shook your head, trying to stay quiet. Watching as he pushed the thin pajama bottoms and your underwear to the side.

“It won’t take long,” Seonghwa whispered as he kissed your folds softly, “I promise you’ll shut up and go to sleep after I’m done.”

The grip you had on his hair did nothing to stop him. It only fueled his ambition to see you red faced from coming because of him. With that in mind, he licked, bit and sucked at your core, causing your stomach to clench. You’d begun to grinding against his face, your mouth hung open, small soft breaths left them. Causing him to reach up and place his fingers, that were once buried in your folds into your mouth.

A hot sigh left his lips in an attempt to catch his breath. He kissed your folds again before pulling you down closer by your thighs. He’d begun to eat you with no mercy, he wanted to sleep but he also wanted to taste your cream. So he ate you hurriedly like he was starved. The soft wet sounds filled the room, a moan escaped passed your lips, your stomach flipped and your walls clenched.

An incoherent statement left your lips as you got closer. You gasped as you bucked your hips against his face a few times, meeting him halfway. You tried to clench your legs but Seonghwa had a tight grip that held in place. He smirked as you shook and shivered coming over the edge. Watching you from his place between your legs the entire time. He kept eating until you were done.

Seonghwa let you go, and fixed your pajama bottoms back. He again kissed your stomach and sides. He looked up at you and smirk on his lips.

“Now be a good bunny and go to sleep.” He recommended, kissing your lips and cheeks, “you taste so good,” He added laying his head down on your stomach.

“You’re a slut,” you managed out of breathe, your body still tingling.

“I have something for your mouth,” he stated not moving to look at you, “it’s hard to swallow, would you like to try?” He asked.

“No,” you answered quickly.

“Good,” Seonghwa yawned, “I’ll save it for your breakfast tomorrow.”

Your hands found his hair and you began playing with the strands, “I love you bunny.” He whispered, you could feel his smile against your stomach, “next time I’m going to make you cry,” he yawned again holding you close, “only I can make you cry.”

You wanted to say something smart back but issued your own “I love you too.” Instead, because you knew that he was serious about his illustrious threat. It didn’t take long now for you to fall asleep now. He knew what he was doing, he always knew how to shut you up. Whether it be in the bedroom or during word play, you two knew each other well and complimented each other on it.

Now imagine if you hadn’t have befriended each other. That would’ve been a bummer, and you wouldn’t have been able to try your luck at relationships of love and lust. Sometimes, you have to dabble….or for better words….try to something outside the box. Sometimes you shouldn’t take what you see at face value, because beneath it could be something so much more…. 😘

[suiana]

and since u wanted an info dump abt ateez here are some random facts that float around in my head

hongjoong has a pet rock. yeah.

yeosang and wooyoung have the longest friendship in ateez bc they were friends since being bighit trainees together and left the company at the same time bc they wanted to debut together so badly :((

yeo and woo are also friends with txt yeonjun bc they were trainees along with him

yeonjun and san were friends in highschool

yeosang secretly left home to audition bc his parents didnt want him to

seonghwa hongjoong and san are ateez' demon line since whenever theyre on stage they have such strong stage presence as if a demon posessed them. atinys find it attractive. yes tjis is normal.

hongjoong isnt called the leader but the CAPTAIN since ateez are pirates lmao

the hala in halateez (the ateez in the other dimension called strictland) stands for hearts awakened, live alive

ateez original line up was 9 members

yeosang has a heart shaped birthmark on his right cheek

seonghwa LOVES lego

seonghwa is good at imitating the way animal crossing characters talk

jongho is one of the, if not best vocalists in kpop due to his huge vocal range

instead of trying to win, ateez filled up the loop holes in their storyline during the kingdom competion

wooyoung and skz changbin are besties 4ever

wooyoung and san have matching friendship tattoos 😭

yunho cried when hongjoong said they were going to dubai

seonghwa has a 65cm waist

jongho is TERRIFIED of bugs

yunho is the tallest in ateez

yunho and mingi know each other way before ateez

mingi really likes orange juice and even wrote a rap about orange juice when he was a trainee 💀💀

i hopw thats enough for now 😚

holy shit dude this was so hot of u

and who is this seonghwa AND WHY IS HIS WAIST SO TINY (I love men with small waists) (😈🔥)

[leejungchans]

Hhhhajjsjdjfnjfngng

KANG MF YEOSANG!!! HE IS EVERYTHING TO ME 🫶🏻🫶🏻

MINGI SANG ONE CALL AWAY AND I DIDNT FUCKING FILM IT

And my phone ran out of storage right before the break the wall chant I’m so mad 😭

NAURRR it’s okay bestie :’)))) the most important thing is you had fun at the show 🥹🥹 v v deserved!!

Nah but Hongjoong really said “if you don’t chant loud enough during Guerilla you won’t get an encore” and we took that shit personally it was so loud

as you all should tbh hehe i’m sure it was such a cool moment to be apart of 💖

[wooyoungisbaby]

no one: me:

OH TO BE BESTIES WITH HONGJOONG i know in my heart that he’s such a good friend. so proud of this version of him for living his dream ; o;

‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

you said it 👏

You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.

This little snippet says so much in so little words pffff i love Reader’s sassy way of phrasing things, it’s so endearing.

We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description. “And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans.

ahahahhaaaa xD king

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them? That part does hurt sometimes.

I’m still learning about aromanticism and this little bit seems very much like i’d imagine it can feel. it’s easy enough for me to agree with the statement that “friendship is as important as romantic relationships”, but i think for society as a whole, there’s a common understanding that romantic love comes first. it’s so… like, official? friendship is something you fall into casually, whereas romantic partners is something you both verbally agree to become, and then tell everyone about it. eh, talking to myself a little bit here, and i don’t really have a point i’m trying to get to xD thank you for your attention pfff <3

there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout

FOR REAL THOUGH

ok so the short flashback of Wooyoung’s “punishment” from the day before fuckin sent me. the mental image i have of him handcuffed to the bedframe, helpless to resist San’s touch, even if he had wanted to,,,,,,, aAaaaAAAA ; ; he’s so beautiful and i love them so much. love that he’s totally fine giving San complete control of his body and trusts him to take good care of him.

milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling

fuuuuck me sideways the thought of him being so spent he’s trembling!!!! aaaa!

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly

i am going to marry him and love him forever. thank you

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now.

This!!!! especially knowing the “reveal” that comes later that he’s had a kinda mid partner who didn’t make him feel secure in these things, it’s so nice to see this side of him :)) and of doms in general!

“Or?” San presses. “Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

do you ever just have a minor epiphany when you read fanfic? yeah.

hjdnfjsd the MOUTH on your Wooyoung<3 another thing i believe is absolutely hashtag real. in character. he comes off as someone who’s just 0% shy at any time, he’ll say whatever depraved shit pops into his brain and not be sorry about how filthy it is - because why would he be? :)

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?”

oughhhh he’s so eager, it’s adorable =u= <3

Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee.

not to be a freak on main but i need him in between my legs Right Now

“Now, are you going to fuck her or not?” (Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

lol and furthermore lmfao. shoutout to wooyoung, sexy times MVP

uh. the entire part where San fucks Reader :)) im. im normal. i promise.

His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release.

once again i am completely normal. i don’t need to fuck him at all. why would you think that hahah :’)

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

so fucking precious. god. i don’t mean to make demands, im JUST saying, i’d really love to see woo come without being touched at some point, just to see how San would (affectionately) bully him about it.

The little post-sex talk about safewords is so good :’)) i love these little insights into San and Wooyoung and how they work together, and about San’s past too, even if i’m just extrapolating.

“I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

GOd i wish i were a fly on the wall in that situation.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

me tf too aaaa they’re so sweet and silly <3 they’re so lucky to have each other and Reader, and Reader is lucky to have them =u=

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt4

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: Hongjoong checks up on how you're doing. San finally gets a proper feel of you without getting chomped by Wooyoung.

wc: 9.5k

ch. warnings: dom San, switch Wooyoung, sub reader, threesome, vaginal fingering / sex, light bondage, creampie, sloppy seconds, cumplay, copious amounts of drool, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, dirty talk, light dumbification, praise kink (‘cumdump’ is used 1x as praise), condomless sex with IUD, mention of stomach bulge, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), use of ‘yellow’ safe word, aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

additional warning: the opening scene touches on some of reader’s struggles with amatonormativity and (internalised) arophobia. i promise this is not a super angst-heavy story, but that part calls for a little head’s up, i think

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“Are they nice?” a slightly distorted voice asks from the video call on your phone.

You snort at the screen, raising an eyebrow at Hongjoong’s critical face. His hair is a bright blue these days, but today he has hidden most of it underneath a fashionable white beret. “Joong, since when do you care if the people I fuck are nice?”

You’ve taken the day off to quietly lounge around the apartment, giving your body some time to rest. It’s nice and relaxing, and your memories of last night are a soothing balm for the soreness of your thighs — a soreness not only caused by Wooyoung’s bites; you have a damn muscle ache from riding his face.

(You have always felt strongly that sex should be exempt from such nonsense but alas, it is a cruel world.)

San will probably be over later; he offered to check in after work, to see if you need anything. You suspect it’s also for his own peace of mind, so you did not try too hard to dissuade him.

But that won’t be for another few hours, so for now it’s just you and Hongjoong; your long-time friend who, ever since he moved away for his dream job at a fashion house, is also your long-distance friend.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “I don’t care about ‘nice’ with your onetime hookups, no,” he says, “but it’s been a while since you had something more involved going on.”

“It’s been two times; I’d hardly call that ‘involved’,” you point out, but you know you’re just being contrary for the sake of being contrary. It is getting a bit involved.

Hongjoong knows it too. “Right…” he drawls lazily, resting his chin on his hand, “so you don’t already have a date set for the third round?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. So. Are they nice, or did you end up with more assholes?”

“I resent the implication that I have bad taste.”

“Not bad taste, just bad judgement. The other asshole was pretty hot.”

“Wow,” you say flatly. “That makes me feel much better, thank you, Joong. Also no, they’re not assholes.”

Last night gave you enough proof of that, if you needed any more. San and Wooyoung had patiently heard out your awkward little ramble. You don’t exactly consider yourself closeted, yet the simple truth is that ‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

But San and Wooyoung took it without fuss; thankfully ‘aromanticism’ was not a new term to them, and they accepted your need for boundaries. If the guys were disappointed by the lack of a romantic prospect, or put off by the suggestion they might want one, they hid it well.

San just listened with an intent expression, brow furrowed. He thanked you for telling them, but also confirmed that yes, they absolutely are open to this becoming a regular thing.

Wooyoung had just asked a straightforward question; “We can still be friends, right?”

And when you answered with an emphatic yes, his follow-up was equally straightforward.

“Alright, so we’ll be friends who fuck. Works for me.”

You had agreed on a few points right after that, and put a pin in a few others. No sleepovers, no kissing outside of sex — yes, yes cuddles afterwards are fine, yes, hugs are always good! — and when you hesitated at Wooyoung’s offer to make you and San dinner sometime, he just told you to think it over.

(In hindsight, you feel silly about that last one. You make plenty of food for your other friends; you like sharing a meal together! It’s not like Wooyoung suggested a romantic candlelight dinner. You’ll have to get back to him on that one.)

“Hey? You still there?” Hongjoong says, waving his hand. “Is the screen frozen or is that you?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink to shake it off. “Sorry, yeah, that was me,” you say. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry about it. We talked the thing through, I don’t think I’ll be accused of keeping anyone on the hook this time around.”

(You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.)

“So… you’ll be okay?” Hongjoong asks, the scepticism in his voice poorly hidden.

“God, what’s with all the fussing today! I’ve lived next to San for almost a year, I know he’s a nice guy. So is Wooyoung! And you know me; there’s no strings attached. No feelings to get hurt here.”

Hongjoong makes a face of distaste. “No, don’t pull that crap, alright? Don’t blow this shit off,” he says, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know you. So I know that ‘no feelings’ is bullshit. Just because you don’t do romance, doesn’t mean you don’t do any feelings at all. Your strings just happen to look a little different. Sure, you don’t want a lovey dovey boyfriend or two out of this; doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by them.”

His annoyance lilts over into awkward self-consciousness at the end; Hongjoong knows damn well that you took it hard when he moved to the other side of the country.

(You didn’t resent him for it — how could you, when he was literally chasing his dream? — but it did leave a sting, and you do miss him. Videocalls are nice, but it’s just not the same.)

You wonder how much Hongjoong senses of the things that are hiding between the pieces of what you told him; he is right, you are already getting attached to San and Wooyoung, to their easy companionship and the growing friendship between you. It’d do you good to remember that you don’t know how long this arrangement will last.

Still, you are warmed by how Hongjoong is scolding you; a cornerstone in your friendship. It’s how he shows he cares.

“Okay, okay, you win. I won’t blow it off. But really, it will be fine, Joong,” you say, totally blowing it off. “They’re great, they’re fun, I’m having fun. We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description.

“And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans, but he leaves it be for now. “So. The dick is good, then?”

You snort; now that’s more like the Hongjoong you know. “No idea actually,” you admit (but you’re pretty damn sure it will be.) “The tongue is incredible though.”

“What do you mean, ‘no idea’?!” he says, with a face of incredulous disbelief. “What the hell have you been doing? No, no actually don’t tell me. Keep the specifics to yourself.”

“You’re the one who asked!” you laugh, unsurprised at the way he’s backtracking. Hongjoong always bites off more than he can chew when it comes to the details of your sex life; nosy as fuck, but also appalled whenever you indulge his curiosity a little too much.

“It’s called being a supportive friend. You’re supposed to answer ‘yes, Joong, the dick is fantastic’ and move on,” Hongjoong says, pinching the bridge of his nose; like he is painstakingly explaining advanced mathematics to a toddler, already knowing the futility of his efforts. “Except you’re not getting any, I guess.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Alright, mister. ‘Yes, Joong, the dick will be fantastic’,” you parrot back. “Thank you for asking, my dear supportive friend.”

“See? That’s all you needed to do.”

Just like that, the conversation passes on to other things. Your call doesn’t end until much later, once you and Hongjoong are fully caught up with another’s lives. You’ve even started to plan a long-overdue visit in person; it’s been a while since you had the opportunity to menace Hongjoong with hugs.

You mosey around your apartment, starting up a chore or two and giving up immediately when your body complains too loudly. So you lounge on the couch for the day, and try not to think too much about how Hongjoong had scolded you about disregarding your feelings.

You’re moderately successful at this.

In general, you are perfectly satisfied with the relationships in your life. There is no feeling of ‘missing out’, no hole in your heart that you can’t fill with platonic or familial affection. No craving for ‘more’ than friendship and sex — but you are painfully aware that without a romantic commitment, you usually fall to the wayside in your friends’ list of priorities.

No matter how much you invest on your end, it’s never a given that their long-term plans will include you.

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them?

That part does hurt sometimes.

But all these thoughts are completely irrelevant to the situation at hand, or so you firmly remind yourself. It’s like you told Hongjoong, right? This thing with San and Wooyoung is just about having fun together. As long as you keep your expectations in check, you won’t have lied to Hongjoong about whether he needs to worry about you.

Thankfully, your concerns are a fading memory by the time San comes over to check up on you. You really don’t need help with anything, but he stays over to chat anyway.

At the start of everything, you did have some worries about disrupting your neighbourly bond with San — but if anything, you have grown more comfortable with each other. You’ve always been friendly enough, but you never crossed the threshold into actual ‘friends’. A polite, shy distance always held you back.

But now? The shyness has been thoroughly scrubbed off of you both.

So you enthusiastically tell him about your plans to meet up with Hongjoong, and he proudly tells you about his students’ progress. There is always a glow about San when he talks about ‘his’ kids, and you listen and watch fondly as he gives an energetic demonstration of the new kicking drills he’s been teaching them.

(He is adamant to teach you too; which you try to refuse at first, considering the state of your muscles. But there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout — so you make a brave effort. It’s absolutely worth the spike in soreness when San laughs with crescent eyes at your disastrous attempt.)

“Hey, about next weekend,” San starts, just when he is about to leave. His hand rests on the doorframe, and his cheery demeanour fades. He raises his eyebrow just slightly — a quiet intensity taking over. “You said you’ve dabbled with bondage before, right? Just curious, how do you feel about getting tied up this time around, instead of Wooyoung?”

Your chest jolts at the mention of Wooyoung tied up, plunging you back into memories of last night.

The leather handcuffs made a return for his punishment, looped around the slats of the headboard. It exposed Wooyoung’s chest for San to give him a taste of his own toothy medicine. Wooyoung had shuddered and gasped at every hard bite, whimpering while San used his skin as a canvas to paint with red marks and bruises. Tears and sweat had streamed down Wooyoung’s face as San stretched him with deft, practised fingers, milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling, his torso covered with his own cum.

You also remember the dopey smile on Wooyoung’s face after he came down from the onslaught of his ‘punishment’, grinning tiredly when San undid his cuffs.

(Because no matter how San punishes him, you doubt any lessons are ever learned. Taming Wooyoung seems to be a hopeless endeavour.)

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly, still a little drunk on pain and overstimulation.

“You did so good,” San had assured him, wiping his forehead to press a kiss there.

“Hm. You too,” Wooyoung had mumbled, not letting his exhaustion stop him from lavishing San with praise.

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now. Like a soft cushion for San to land on after a rough session. Confirmation that every degrading word spoken, every flash of pain inflicted, had been for the pleasure of his partner.

The trust between them is truly something special — and by asking you about bondage, San has indirectly asked you a second question, hidden deeper underneath; do you trust him as well? Enough to leave yourself completely in his and Wooyoung’s hands?

You know that San would back down and drop the subject without another word if you said no, and that seals the deal for you.

“Yes. Good. I feel good about that,” you say, with warm confidence.

He grins, his lips carrying that dangerous cocky edge that you’re getting real familiar with. “Great. We’ll properly talk it through later, alright? Then maybe we can have some fun with that.”

Of that, you have no doubt.

San’s lips are pursed in concentration, drawing them into an adorable little pout. He is clearly practised with the linen rope in his hands, but still takes the utmost care as he ties your wrists together. He makes a point of checking your comfort, and tests whether the knots slip and if the doubled ropes are tensioned evenly. There is a pair of safety shears on the nightstand.

You are gathered in Wooyoung’s arms, who sits against the headboard of the bed. While you watch San intently, Wooyoung is more interested in plying your neck with impatient kisses, his hands running restlessly across your bare body.

Wooyoung is dressed casual in a simple dark grey shirt, the material soft against your skin, while his trousers do nothing to hide the first hints of a growing bulge. San also opted for the casual look, wearing a tight black t-shirt and fitted jeans. The contrast with your own nakedness makes you fidgety, itching to pull at their clothes; but your incapacitated hands leave you with no choice but to wait.

“There,” San says, finally satisfied with his knots. “Now, what did I tell you?”

“Any tingling, pain, numbness; anything feels wrong, and I say the word. ‘Red’,” you obediently repeat back to him, trying not to get distracted by Wooyoung’s hands squeezing at your thighs.

“Or?” San presses.

“Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

You find that hard to imagine; the linen rope is softer than you expected, and already a fuzzy smile plays on your lips. It’s not your first time getting tied up, but the fact that you’re with San and Wooyoung breathes fresh excitement into the situation.

“Exactly. Good girl,” San praises, cupping your chin with a soft brush of his fingers. You melt into his gentle touch with a content moan, nuzzling into his palm.

The ropework is not excessively restrictive; your hands are tied in front of you, giving you some freedom of movement and putting minimal pressure on your joints — but San wanted to ‘start off easy’.

You whine a little when San pulls away, but he raises an eyebrow at you.

Just a small, simple gesture, barely a warning; yet you instinctively quiet down at the sight, already sinking into hazy surrender. Satisfied, San takes your bound arms and hooks them behind Wooyoung’s head.

“Wooyoung?” San says, who glances up from kissing your neck. “Have fun.”

Wooyoung’s grin spreads against your skin. “Oh, we will, won’t we?” he coos at you, his voice alive with anticipation. His hand trails further inward. “I’ll be so good to you, don’t you worry.”

You shudder when his fingers delve between your folds, and Wooyoung’s breath picks up as he slowly spreads the growing arousal around your clit. His teeth graze against your shoulder, red hair tickling your cheek, and you try to angle your hands to grasp at the strands. He moans eagerly when you find a grip, and his fingers pick up speed as they get soaked with your juices.

San has his hands on your knees to keep them apart, watching you with dark eyes. You burn under his gaze, your breath hitching when his eyes keep wandering from your face down to your cunt, his jaw clenching at the sight of Wooyoung toying with your clit.

“Gonna be so nice to you today,” Wooyoung groans against your neck. “Promised San that I’d behave with you tied up for us; get you all ready to take his cock. You’ll need it, Sannie is being sweet to you now but once he sinks into that tight pussy? Fuck, he’ll want to ruin you so bad, I just know it.”

He giggles when you whimper in response, dipping a finger inside your already slick entrance. San’s hold on your knees tightens.

“Yeah, you want San to ruin you, don’t you?” Wooyoung rasps, and laps up a bead of sweat on your neck with a thick swipe of his tongue. He is getting antsy, his voice tight with barely held back excitement.

“Then I’ll get you ready for him, baby. Stretch you out nice and proper so he can bury that thick cock inside you as hard and deep as he wants. Ahh, he will fuck you so well, you’ll be good to him too, won’t you? Gush all over him when you cum, just like you did on my face. I can still taste you when I close my eyes, fuck, aren’t I taking good care of you? Listen to that sound. Getting so wet…”

Wooyoung groans at the squelch of you, sliding in a second finger alongside the first. You pant at the intrusion, thighs flexing against San’s grip, your head spinning from the endless stream of filth spilling from Wooyoung’s lips.

“Don’t even need to put my mouth on you, just my fingers is enough to turn you into a mess,” Wooyoung babbles, leaving sharp nips on the places where your skin glistens with his saliva. “But you’d be dripping right now even without my fingers, wouldn’t you? Can’t wait to have this leaking pussy stuffed with cock, greedy thing that you are. So wound up at the thought of San fucking you dumb.”

“S-shit,” you stutter, clenching around Wooyoung’s fingers. San bites back a quiet groan and his eyes catch yours, full of sharp intent.

Wooyoung grins, his free hand squeezing at your breast. “Maybe I could take a turn after, hm? Fuck his cum deeper into your hole after he fills you up. Make sure you carry it around for days. You’d like that?”

A moan breaks on your tongue, your back arching into his touch. Wooyoung sighs happily, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Fuck, yeah I knew you’d like that,” he mumbles eagerly, curving his fingers inside you. You jolt when Wooyoung finds what he’s looking for; and he hones in immediately, massaging electricity into the spongy bundle of nerves. He groans as your hips cant into his touch, sparks flashing with every press of his fingertips.

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?” He almost stumbles over the words in his enthusiasm. “I’m being good, aren’t I?”

You whimper at how hungrily Wooyoung chases after praise rather than degradation, now that you are bound and left to his whims. So eager to know that he is taking proper care of you — and he is. Skilled fingers draw gaspy moans from you as he drives up the tight pressure in your abdomen, coiling rapidly.

(You had okay-ed it beforehand for Wooyoung to fuck you, of course, but your permission is not the only one he needs.)

San’s eyebrows quirk at Wooyoung’s question, teeth flashing as his lips pull into a crooked smile. He does not answer; instead he leans in closer. His presence is solid and imposing, and you bite down a swear when his hand joins Wooyoung’s between your thighs.

“In a sharing mood today, Woo?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin in a firm hold. Down against your cunt, his index finger rubs slow circles around your swollen clit. “Let me have a feel this time?”

Wooyoung just whines, nodding his head. He is so pliant today — perhaps San’s punishment has done more to (temporarily) mellow Wooyoung out than you had given him credit for.

“Good boy,” San purrs, and pulls him into a kiss. His finger experimentally presses against Wooyoung’s two buried in your twitching hole, then slides in to find a home alongside them.

You let out a throttled moan as you clench around the added stretch, arms pulling against the rope. San makes a point of taking it slow, giving you time to adjust while Wooyoung continues to curl his fingers inside you, but he quickly picks up his pace as the slide gets easier. Your thighs are slick with arousal, their fingers drawing obscene noises from your cunt and your lips as they work in tandem to scissor you open. Your head falls against Wooyoung’s shoulder, gasping for breath and eyes starting to roll back.

Meanwhile San licks messily into Wooyoung’s mouth, jaws shifting as their tongues entangle. Wooyoung whimpers against San, rocking his hips into you; pushing his hard cock into your lower back. You try to match his rut, but Wooyoung and San’s finger-fucking makes any controlled movement on your part a near-impossibility. They never let up during all this; if anything, their fingers pick up speed, like the desperate urgency of their sloppy kiss floods over into you.

San detaches his lips from Wooyoung when he realises how close you are. He presses his free hand against your shaking knee to hold you open, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin as your vision starts to blur. Wooyoung nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder with a groan, his breath scorching. His free hand finds your clit, and the circles he draws are anything but soothing.

“Ahh, Woo is being good to you, isn’t he?” San murmurs, his lips ghosting across your jawline. You can only whine your agreement, trembling as you inch closer and closer to the brink. “Maybe he does deserve a turn,” San contemplates with a quiet moan, his mouth finding yours in a faded shadow of a kiss. “If you can still handle it, after I am done with you.”

San’s words spur Wooyoung on, his thumb pressing down harder.

“F-fuck,” you moan, toes curling as the world starts to tilt. “There, right there, W-Woo—”

His name ends in a strangled sob, your hips bucking into their hands as pleasure crashes down on you. Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee. He slides his finger out of your twitching cunt while Wooyoung’s slow to a lazy crawl, easing you through your high.

San lifts his glistening finger up to get a taste, and groans lowly as he sucks indulgently at the slick. He releases it with a wet smack, licking his lips. “Hm, no wonder Wooyoung got so worked up over this pussy.”

“Told you,” Wooyoung mumbles between open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers still slowly rubbing into that sensitive patch of nerves. He giggles when you start to squirm against him, and playfully bites at your incapacitated arm. His fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfyingly empty.

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” he grins, and reaches to carefully manoeuvre your hands back in front of you. His fingers leave a sticky patch of your own juices smeared on your forearm. “All stretched and sopping wet for Sannie’s cock. I’ll watch this time, let you have an audience for a change.”

You moan at the excited buzz in Wooyoung’s voice, but San gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re not an audience, you’re a heckler,” he says, a pout on his lips that he seems unaware of. He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion and throws it aside, muscles rippling.

Wooyoung laughs in surprise, his good mood inextinguishable. “Hey, don’t be like that!” he says, waving a hand at San. “It’s a special occasion today, I’m on my best behaviour!”

San just ignores him, continuing to take off his clothes. He shifts to sit back on his knees, legs spread — but instead of making quick work of his pants, San takes his time. Your breath hitches when he runs a slow hand up his inner thigh, the thick muscle wrapped snugly in his fitted jeans.

He oozes confidence, his face filled with complete focus. San bites his lip when he cups his bulge, squeezing it before moving on to undo the button and zipper. His hips tilt forward as he hooks his thumb under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down until he can wrap a hand around his leaking cock, giving it a few strokes just for good measure.

Entranced, you watch how San’s eyes flutter shut as he rocks into his palm. Your hips move on their own accord, pushing back into Wooyoung’s clothed cock.

He groans right beside your ear, gripping your waist tightly. “Careful there, baby,” Wooyoung says, breathy. “Or my best behaviour won’t last.”

San’s eyes flash open, and he grins at the needy look on your face, how you squirm in Wooyoung’s arms at the sight of him.

“You know, I was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he says, releasing his cock to shuck off his pants and underwear. “Spoil you, take it nice and sweet…”

Your breath hitches as he grabs onto your hips, pulling you out of Wooyoung’s arms. San pushes down on your shoulder, guiding you to lay flat on your back. Heat envelops you as his body presses against yours, immediately giving a smooth roll of his hips, cock sliding through your wet folds. Your bound hands are trapped between your chest and his, and you can feel his heartbeat, pounding harder than his self-control would lead you to believe.

“But… Wooyoungie is right, isn’t he?” San takes your hands and raises them above your head. He leans in to brush his nose against yours, his breath falling hot on your lips. “You don’t want me to take it easy.”

You shake your head with a whine, trying to arch up into a kiss. Your arms strain against San’s iron hold on your wrist; there is no give at all.

San chuckles at your hungered response. “Yeah, I should have known better,” he says, his hips grinding a little firmer against yours. “That first night, I saw the way you watched me fuck Wooyoung. Three fingers inside you and it still wasn’t enough was it? Still needed more. Even then, you couldn’t wait for that greedy cunt to get split open on my cock.”

And yet he won’t push inside you, taunting with his slow thrusts. The underside of his cock drags against your clit in delicious friction, but you need more. “S-San, please—”

“See?” he says with a grin, and sucks a rough kiss into your neck. “So fucking hungry for it. Want me to fuck you just as hard as I fucked him, hm? Until you can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Stuffed so full with my cum there’s no room for even a single thought inside that pretty head of yours. Was Wooyoung right about that, too? Want to get fucked dumb?”

There is a teasing lilt to San’s voice; he asks it like you’re a little slow already — which you are. You moan shamelessly, wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to guide him inside. The effort is completely in vain.

“Gonna need you to tell me, baby,” San insists, nipping at your earlobe. “Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dumb on my cock?”

(You can’t tell whether he is taunting you again, or confirming that you are still on board with rougher treatment. Either way, his question drives a spike of heat in your already throbbing cunt.)

“Hngh, yes, yes—! P-please,” you hiccup, “please, San. F-fuck me dumb. Stuff me until I can’t think, can’t think of anything but your cock filling me up, f-fuck—”

San grunts a strained curse, unable to hide how much your begging riles him up. Finally, finally, he grabs his cock, flushed dark and leaking, and guides it inside you. The stretch is manageable after his and Wooyoung’s extensive prep, but your jaw still falls slack at how he opens you up, tortuously slow.

“S-San, mmmh, n-need more, please—”

He hushes you with a soft, shallow kiss, though a tense vein bulges in his neck. “Shh, be our good girl a little longer, okay? We’ll get there, I promise. Wanna make this good for you.”

“It-it’s good, feels so good,” you whimper, uselessly straining your hands against the rope and San’s hold. “I just—”

His dick twitches inside you, and San presses his mouth against yours more solidly, teasing your lips apart to soak up every shaky moan as he bottoms out. “I got you, baby,” he pants. “Gonna give it all to you. Wooyoung?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, his voice strained. You glance up, and realise that somehow he has taken off his shirt without you noticing. His trousers are undone just enough to stroke himself through his underwear; there is a damp spot in the crotch.

Wooyoung shifts closer at San’s call. He half sits, half lays down with his legs folded up beside him, and leans over you to plant one hand firmly into the mattress; right underneath your bound wrists, blocking your movement. Wooyoung’s dick strains against his underwear right at your eye-level, and his grin widens when that is exactly where your eyes go.

“One at the time, baby,” he teases, giving himself a firm squeeze. “At least for today.”

You suck in a breath at the suggestion, sparks ricocheting in your stomach. Fuck. You’re not even sure yet how you’ll handle San’s rather substantial girth, once he starts fucking you in earnest, yet the idea of taking them both at once has you clamping around him. San groans lowly, the sound ending in a hoarse chuckle. “Ohh, she likes that, Woo.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Of course she does. Now, are you going to fuck her or not?”

(Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

“San…” you moan weakly. You are primed for him to use every ounce of his strength and fuck you until you see stars; the snug fit of his cock buried in your core is intoxicating, yet maddeningly frustrating without any friction. “Please, need you…”

His endless teasing and refusal to move is driving you up the wall; you’re aching to grab onto him, to claw at his back and twist your fingers in his hair to yank him into a kiss — but Wooyoung’s arm blocks your hands from touching San, and San has your hips pinned onto the bed. There is nothing you can do but surrender to his inclinations. He’ll fuck you when he decides to fuck you.

But Wooyoung’s lips curl up with mischief, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Ah…” he says, like some deep, secret revelation has come to him. He looks down at you, using his free hand to brush along your jawline. “Unless maybe our Sannie is worried that his cock alone won’t be enough for you anymore, now you’ve gotten a scent of more. Nothing but a double stuffing will do for our sweet, greedy girl.”

You sob in desperation, squirming against San’s hold. Already your thoughts are getting lost in a hazy fog, too addled and tongue-tied to object to Wooyoung’s taunt; so you completely miss how San’s jaw ticks at his boyfriend’s mocking jab. You only whine when San pulls out until just the tip teases at your entrance, and are entirely unprepared when he slams back in — then immediately thrusts again, hitting deep inside your gut.

The force rips a loud cry from your throat, your fingers clawing at Wooyoung’s arm as sudden pleasure floods your system. Your eyes roll back at the drag of San’s cock against your pulsing walls, a thin trail of saliva escaping the corner of your parted lips.

San grins smugly at your response, bucking into you like it costs no effort at all to fuck you to pieces. He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung. “Worried?” he scorns, his hands digging into the soft meat of your sides to yank you up to meet his pelvis. “No, Wooyoung, not worried at all. Maybe you should be, having to follow up on me wrecking this sweet pussy.”

But Wooyoung barely seems to hear him, entranced by the sight of your sopping cunt stretching around San’s cock, squelching obscenely every time you suck in his thick length.

San quickly proves his confidence earned. You gasp for pitched breaths, moaning helplessly as the bed rattles with every sharp snap of his hips.

Because that, you soon realise, is the thing about getting fucked by Choi San; you can happily report to Hongjoong that the dick is fantastic — but it’s the hips that are life-ruining.

And San is unrelenting as he drives into you over and over again; balls slapping against your ass, his own breath becoming ragged. You try to move with him, but the attempt is futile as San jostles you around, his grip on your sides like iron. He is in complete control. Sweat drips down his temple, across his jaw to his chin, until it falls into the valley between your breasts to blend with the beads of your own sweat gathered there.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, almost condescending in the certainty of his answer.

But you can only answer in a pathetic mewl, writhing underneath him as he fucks a white heat of pleasure into your core.

San chuckles darkly. “What’s this? I barely got started and you’re already dumb on my cock? Fuck, but you are taking me so well. So fucking wet for me… You wanted my cock so bad? Now take it.”

His thumb slides inward, pressing against the weeping mess that is your pussy. Sweat and slick soaks into the sheets but San pays it no mind, only caring about drawing more depraved sounds from your slack mouth. He does it so easily, the combination of his thumb on your clit and those brutal slams of his hips overwhelming your inhibitions. The building pressure in your cunt sharpens, honing in on the apex of release.

Another especially hard thrust causes a fresh spill of drool past your lips, and Wooyoung catches it on his fingers. He grins as he examines the glistening shine, and for a moment you think Wooyoung is going to suck his fingers into his mouth — but instead he offers them to San, who hungrily accepts.

Without letting up on his fanatical pace, San’s eyes flutter shut as he moans around Wooyoung’s fingers. He bits his lip when Wooyoung slides out again, and then cups San’s cheek to spread saliva across his face. “Brat,” San pants with heavy-lidded eyes, though he does not look in the least upset.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says with a grin, and leans in to peck San on his glossy cheek. “Now make her cum so I can watch, alright?”

“Woo…” San sighs an exasperated warning at Wooyoung’s brazen order, his rhythm slowing — and the loss of force threatens to take you away from the edge you were rushing towards, your orgasm receding out of reach.

“N-no, San—” you whimper desperately. “So close, s-so fucking close, please, wanna cum, let me cum, please—”

Wooyoung’s expression goes wicked at your pleading, delighted to have caught San between the choice of punishing him or pleasing you… or so he thinks.

Instead of showing any conflicted feelings, San just rolls his eyes and tsks, then leans down to smother your mouth in an aggressive kiss. This way, his hand is trapped between your stomach and his; but he can still press against your clit, the nub shifting underneath his thumb as he picks up his pace again, pistoning into you with reckless abandon.

And in this position? Wooyoung’s view of your face and cunt are almost completely blocked off.

“Sa-aan,” Wooyoung complaints, trying to pull San back up — but it’s like San doesn’t even notice Wooyoung, his tongue hungry as he sloppily kisses you. His spit freely spills into your mouth, dribbling past your lips when you gurgle out a wet moan.

Their petty behaviour over you just works you up further, and the orgasm that was almost denied you comes surging back all at once, violent and overwhelming as it rips through you.

San swallows up your loud cry like he does not want Wooyoung to even hear it, pressing a firm hand down on your hips to keep you in place when you convulse and clamp around him. He stops his brutal pounding, instead circling his pelvis as he stays deep inside you through your release. Wooyoung is still blocking your arms from moving, but your legs lock around San’s waist and he groans as you clench with every ripple of electricity.

His breath comes in harsh inhales, and San releases your mouth with a whine to bite at your shoulder, all his muscles tensing to gather every ounce of willpower not to cum right with you.

Your moans grow weaker as the strength slips away from your body, the aftermath of your intense orgasm leaving you boneless and exhausted. Wooyoung stares down at you, and an agitated excitement burns behind his blown eyes.

San relaxes when your body sags underneath him, sweetly lapping at the bite he left on your shoulder. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, dragging his nose up your neck to press a kiss on your jaw. “Doing so well for me. Are you alright to keep going, hm? Want to make Wooyoung wait a little longer with me? Give me a colour.” San’s voice changes a little at those last words; not lavishing you with praise or teasing Wooyoung anymore, but giving you an honest command.

(You hear Wooyoung make a noise at San’s comment, but he quiets at the call for colour.)

You take a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself. “Green,” you answer, meeting San’s intense gaze. “W-want you to cum inside me. I’m okay, j-just… let me hold you?”

San’s eyes go soft, and he motions for Wooyoung to let you move your arms.

Despite his earlier mood, Wooyoung obediently pulls his hand away. (Because you asked for it, not San, or so you suspect. He does give your wrist a light squeeze first, like he is loath to let go.)

San takes a moment to check the ropes, and helps you sling your bound arms around his neck when he’s satisfied with what he sees. Your fingers grasp at the sweaty dark hair at the nape, and immediately you feel more secure, more anchored, sighing when San leans in for a light kiss.

“There you go,” San murmurs against your lips, giving an experimental slow roll of his hips. “Is that better?”

You whimper at the slide of his cock against your fluttering walls — but frantically nod your head, worried San might take your noise as a negative. “Y-yes, so good. Feels so good.”

He lets out a strained chuckle at your enthusiasm, biting his lip as the speed of his thrusts pick up again. His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release. To fill you up exactly like you’d asked.

And although you are too wired to get yourself back to that edge this time around, San’s increasingly desperate and pitchy moans get you high nonetheless. His rhythm crumbles down further every time he buries himself in your cunt, his head dropping down against your shoulder, rough grunts falling on your heated skin.

“Got one more for me?” he asks, whines, and reaches for your clit again.

It is tempting, so fucking tempting to let San push you in and through the needling high of overstimulation, but you hiss as he makes contact and shake your head. “No, n-no. Yellow, yellow,” you slur out, the colour system still fresh in your mind from San’s earlier check. “C-can’t, hmnh—”

As much as you usually revel in the thrill of seeking out the furthest edges of your limits; there is no way in hell that you’ll have the stamina to keep going with Wooyoung if San makes you cum again right now.

San immediately pulls his hand back, switching gears as he simply grabs onto your waist again. “Happy just to be used by me, hm?” San hums against your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Asking for nothing except to get stuffed full. How lucky am I to have such a sweet, pretty cumdump.”

(Your stomach jolts with surprised pleasure; San has been encouraging you to share whatever preferences and fantasies you feel comfortable sharing, but you did not expect him to dip into this side of your praise kink tonight, with all his initial talk of slow and sweet. But obviously he is becoming more comfortable to improvise with you, and pull from his growing knowledge of your pleasure points.

Already you’ve come a long way from the San who refused to let Wooyoung eat you out — and you are still getting to know one another. That in itself is a feverishly exciting thought.)

“Yes, yes Sannie, please,” you babble, his affectionate degradation flaring hotly inside you. “Give it to me, please, fill me up— I want it, want it, want it—”

“Fuck, fuck, hang on, baby, fuck,” San says, cracks fracturing his voice and composure when you squeeze encouragingly around him. It only takes a few more rough, frantic bucks of his hips before he cums with a broken moan, painting your fluttering walls with ropes of hot, sticky seed.

You groan in satisfaction as San stills inside you, your bound fingers running through his hair best you can. He rocks into you a little longer with small, whiny noises, milking himself with your plush cunt until his arms tremble and his breath comes in tight moans.

“That’s it,” you murmur to him, “being so good to me, giving me everything.” You play with the sweaty strands of hair as he slowly recovers; which gives you a moment to recover as well. Your walls still twitch around San, overly sensitive, but the sharpest edge is wearing down.

Wooyoung’s hand joins yours in San’s hair, but there is a quiver to his fingers as he gently strokes his boyfriend’s head.

You glance up to Wooyoung, and see he has pushed down his trousers and underwear enough to expose his veiny, rock-hard dick. There is an angry flush to the leaking tip, and Wooyoung’s entire body looks like it’s pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Wooyoung…”

He swallows thickly at the call of his name, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He squeezes your hand, sensing the concern in your voice.

“I’m good,” Wooyoung strains. “H-hurts, but it’s good. I’m fucking good, baby. I-is it my turn now?” he ends on a whine.

San pulls out with a grunt, and you moan at the sudden emptiness as he slides off of you, onto the bed on the opposite side of Wooyoung. He is still catching his breath, sweat beading in his hairline. You give San a questioning look, but he just grins back. “Your call,” he says. “Is it his turn?”

Wooyoung restlessly pats at your hair, desperation shining in his eyes from unshed tears. But his expression is feverish, borderline feral; all that holds him back from pouncing you is a razor-thin wire of restraint tied to your consent.

You give it to him.

“Yeah, your turn,” you say, breathy, and bring your bound hands down to your cunt, smearing your fingers through the mixture of arousal and the slow dribble of San’s leaking seed. “You promised me, right? Was gonna make me feel San’s cum for days. Wanna feel you too…”

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

But he manages to regain himself and, with ragged breaths, he kicks off his pants and underwear. Once his clothes are discarded, Wooyoung scrambles to lay down next to you. His touch is roughened by impatience, and you squeak in surprise when Wooyoung turns you onto your side, facing San, and hooks your leg back around him.

Before you get a chance to worry about more of San’s cum spilling out, Wooyoung’s cock pushes into your wet hole. He whines as he plugs you up, holding you close against him and teething at your neck. “Fuck, but this pussy is so fucking sweet,” he groans, shaky as he grinds against your ass. “Feels just as good as it tastes. Wanna make such a mess of you.”

“D-do it,” you challenge him, turning your head in an attempt to find his lips. “Mess me up, fuck, Wooyoungie…”

Wooyoung’s cock might not be as thick as San’s, but his length hits deliciously inside you, a toe-curling slide that is just what your raw and tender cunt needs right now. “Gonna fuck Sannie’s cum so deep you can taste him, promise,” Wooyoung babbles, sucking hungrily at your skin. “Aren’t I so much nicer than him? I am letting him watch.”

San scoffs. “Like that’s not for your own benefit,” he says, though his eyes are hard while he does watch how his own seed slowly leaks from your pussy between thrusts, dislodged by Wooyoung’s sloppy thrusts. “We all know how much putting on a show gets you off.”

Wooyoung ignores him, too caught up in the thrill of finally having some relief for his painfully neglected cock.

“Look at San,” he tells you, his mouth wet against your ear. “Look how fucked out he is from pumping your cunt full. Wanted to stay buried in this warm pussy for as long as he could, didn’t he?”

You moan when San’s gaze snaps up to meet your eyes; ‘fucked out’ barely covers it. He looks as ruined as you feel, lips plump from the force of his kisses and every inch of skin glistening with sweat, his broad chest rising with every breathless pull for air, punctuated by soft moans. His eyes are slightly unfocused but still he watches with quiet intensity, like he already can’t wait to bury himself into you all over again.

San takes your bound hands and lifts them up to his puffy lips. You expect a kiss — but teeth nip your skin instead, San’s hazy eyes dangerous as he bites at your knuckles, one by one.

You squirm at the gentle stings of pain, and Wooyoung lets out another drawn-out whine as you clench tighter around him. His hand shakily inches downward, but he grunts and yanks it back when he remembers your earlier limit. Desperately, you shake your head, arching into his touch.

“No, n-no, I—” you moan, wiggling your ass into him. Heat is coiling in your abdomen again, dizzying your tongue into slurred speech. “I, hngh, I can go again, please, please, mmmhh fuck, want you to touch me, Wooyoung, ahh—”

And Wooyoung — fucking menace that he is — even when balancing on the very brink himself; Wooyoung can’t resist being a little shit about it. “Touch you where, baby?” he pants, like he isn’t about to bust his load in your aching cunt. “Tell me where you need my fingers, then I’ll give it to you. Tell me exactly.”

With San holding onto your wrists, you can hardly force Wooyoung’s hands where you want them, so you have no choice but to give voice to your feverish desperation aloud. “P-pussy. Need you to touch my pussy.”

“That it? Nothing more… specific?” he asks with a salacious grin, running a single finger through your messy folds, cruelly bypassing the swollen nub that is begging for attention.

“Clit,” you sob, twisting against him. “Put your fingers on my clit and make me cu-uuhmm—!”

Wooyoung sighs in bliss, obediently rolling your clit between thumb and forefinger. They’re soon coated in an obscene slick, a mixture of San’s seed and your own smeared arousal. Your choked up whimpers can’t quite cover the wet noises of Wooyoung’s efforts, his fingers and cock making an even bigger mess of you. San watches silently how fluids drip from your thighs onto his already soaked sheets, something primal cutting through the exhaustion in his eyes.

Predictably, Wooyoung does not last long; especially now that you are clamping around his dick, your cunt instinctively trying to keep him embedded deep inside you. He burrows his face into your shoulder, biting down on the exact same spot that San had earlier.

You hiss at how it smarts, but the sound morphs into a pleased moan when Wooyoung cums hard. His hips jerk as he empties with generous spurts of hot whiteness, leaving you feeling so floaty and full, satisfied and swollen — you wonder if you’d feel the protrusion of Wooyoung’s cock and their combined seed, if your hands were free to press against your stomach.

But Wooyoung quickly pulls out with a pained whine, too sensitive to even simply stay inside you. Immediately his cum starts to drip out; except San is right there to gather his and Wooyoung’s seed on two fingers. He shoves them back inside you without delay, keeping you beautifully stuffed while Wooyoung frantically works your clit.

Wooyoung covers your cheek, jaw and ear with hard kisses, and whispers filthy encouragements as you begin to shake and tremble uncontrollably. San curls his fingers inside you, Wooyoung pinches sharply at your clit — and he grins against your cheek when you shatter apart with a wretched sob.

“That’s it,” he coos smugly as sparks sear through you like a shockwave. “Took it all so well, milking us for all we got. Been keeping San’s cum so nice and warm for us, making room for me too. Want a taste of what we stuffed you full with?”

You’re still trembling in Wooyoung’s hold, whimpering through the persistent spikes of pleasure while he continues to rub stubborn circles on your clit. The surges slowly grow weaker but they linger, and you are unable to do anything but make a sniffling noise that you hope gets your needs across.

San seems to pick up on it, sliding his fingers out your weeping hole. But before he lets you have that taste, his fingers smear across your lips, leaving a glossy stain. Wooyoung groans at the sight and can’t resist, sucking at your bottom lip to steal the mixture of fluids away from you. You whine in protest, though you do miss his mouth when he pulls away with a playful bite.

You can’t miss him for long; San nudges his fingers past your lips, presses them down on your tongue, and your eyes roll back as you finally taste Wooyoung, San and yourself. Hungrily you suckle at his fingers, letting out a small whimper when Wooyoung dips into your cunt and takes another swipe for himself.

San’s breath shallows as your tongue swirls around him, a light flush creeping up his cheeks. You wonder if he’s thinking about how your mouth would feel on his cock. You certainly are.

…That is for another time though, when you are not exhausted to the bone, fighting the urge to curl up and fall asleep on the spot. (Right now, it’s very hard to remember why you insisted on a ‘no sleepovers’ rule.)

San slips his fingers out when you and Wooyoung both quiet down, and turns his attention to your wrists. “Let’s get these off of you,” he says gently, tapping the rope.

San and Wooyoung help you to sit upright against the headboard, and this time Wooyoung is the one to get you some water while San begins to expertly loosen the knots.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, glancing up at you. His gaze is still intense, though now also soft.

“No numbness, tingling feeling or pain,” you say in a tired sigh, reciting back the points he told you to be aware of. “Well… no pain there,” you chuckle. “Think I’ll be sore in some places tomorrow. But I don’t mind that. Not at all.”

“Hm, good,” San hums, and directs his focus back to your restraints. Silence falls between you, not even broken when Wooyoung returns by your side and carefully raises the glass of water to your lips, assisting you with taking slow sips. The ropes come undone — but San does not let you go just yet, taking his time to gently massage your wrists for circulation.

You look down on San’s thumbs rubbing into your skin, your thoughts winding back over the course of the evening. Suddenly you feel oddly vulnerable; even with San’s careful touch, and Wooyoung sidling up next to you after he set the glass away, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Wooyoung grins and pinches at San’s cheek, praising him for taking such good care of you. San’s lips spread into that sweet shy smile, his eyes shining warmly when he quickly glances to you and Wooyoung. It’s safe and comfortable around them, a happy fuzz coating your memories; yet you can’t help a pinch of self-consciousness as you think back on one particular moment of the evening.

“Did I do okay?” you ask, feeling silly even as the question slips past your lips.

San’s eyes widen slightly, his hands stilling, while Wooyoung’s arm tightens around you and he immediately turns his praises on you. Of course you did well, he assures you. What a fucking champ, taking it all like that. Their good girl. How lucky they are with you.

You bite your lip in a small smile as Wooyoung’s words hum sweetly through your veins, but San frowns in concern.

“Did something happen?” he asks, still gentle but a firmness layered underneath. “Something worrying you?”

“Well—” you say, already feeling awkward. “I said ‘yellow’…”

“As you should have,” San says, even firmer this time. “Are you feeling guilty about that?”

“A little,” you admit; the people-pleaser inside you is a bit ruffled by bluntly asserting a boundary. “I know I shouldn’t, but— but I kinda feel like I should apologise.”

San shakes his head and squeezes your hands tightly. “Don’t you dare. If anything, I should say thank you. For helping me to keep you safe and feeling good. That makes it feel good for me too.” He breaks out another smile, his dimples joining in. “I felt good today. I hope you did too.”

“He really means all that, you know,” Wooyoung chimes in. “About thanking you. Never met anyone who cares more about this stuff than San here.” He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hush. “I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” San says, rolling his eyes with a flustered flush burning across his face, and you relax with a giggle at their familiar bickering and warm reassurances. “I mean,” San mumbles sheepishly, “ideally you’d never have to use a safe word at all; but as convenient as it’d be in a situation like this, I can’t exactly read your mind—”

“Hey, hey,” Wooyoung cuts off San’s ramble with a laugh. “C’mon, you know I’m just teasing!” He grabs San’s chin to smack an exaggeratedly wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re the fucking best. Who needs a mind reader when we’re doing this together. You got our back, we got yours.”

San sighs in resignation, trapped by Wooyoung’s firm grip on his chin as Wooyoung makes a show of lavishing his face with loud, dramatic kisses — but you don’t miss the way his shoulders release tension, and his hands relax around yours.

You feel a bloom of warmth at the obvious fondness on display in front of you, and your guilt fades.

Finally Wooyoung lets San go free and cuddles up a little closer against you, while San presses up on the other side. Sandwiched between them, you blissfully surrender yourself to their attentive aftercare. And once you feel solid enough to move again, they both insist on escorting you the whole thirty paces from San’s bedroom to yours.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

[yuuana]

Song: It's You Artist: ATEEZ Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung Release: December 2023 Genre: Kpop, K-R&B cw: flashing lights, inception-like dreamscapes and effects

Third Monday of January means the second ATEEZ unit MV, because I am indeed a hopeless ass case. With a San bias sharper than those cheekbones. Meaning everyone else is going to have to wait for future weeks while I wallow in my emotional support boy group. ;)

From the moment the track list was released, I had strong expectations for IT's You, the unit track for besties trio Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung. For their self-written track, it's not really a surprise that they chose to pair heartfelt lyrics with a sexy, danceable groove. Most of the song is the three of them singing lines together, with each getting feature moments. We don't get that same low note moment for Yeosang that has popped up now and then since Halazia and yeah, most of the standout color lines go to San as the singer with the highest range, but the overall feel of the song hits that elusive feel of perfect line balance (no, I haven't tried mathematically proving the balance and I don't want to know the numbers either). There's a tenderness in the feel of the song that's hard to ignore, so when Alexa spoiled the secret "meaning" of the title as "I Tease You", well, ATINY both were and weren't surprised.

The video does feature a lot of flashing lights, so if that's a problem, this may have to be a pass. That said, ATEEZ continues the all-too-rare trend of shooting at night with enough light to be able to see clearly everything going on in the video and we thank their director for his foresight. The sound stages having the same feel, lighting-wise, as the outside alley shots helps to both blend them together and fuel that inception-like effect. And then there's the dancing. From Yeosang's hip-hop swagger to the lift for Wooyoung to the fluid way San uses his whole body, I could watch them all day. San's solo stages in particularly put me in mind of Kai of EXO with the way he moves and emotes.

And now... the lore paragraph. While there was room for argument about how far back to A we were with MATZ, with IT's You, we're definitely back in A-verse. The video is littered with callbacks to both Turbulence and Inception, both firmly Heroteez videos. And while I knew better than to expect it, I almost fell into the mental trap of expecting to see Hongjoong turn up in one of the dream (blue) sequences. The story still feels a bit paused, as if IT's You is more about bringing us back completely to the Heroteez universe rather than moving the plot. That's fine - it's an atmospheric sort of song and gives us a moment of pause to further readjust from Halateez back to Heroteez.

As an aside ... as an Alice I am trying very hard not to make anything of the neon sign in the alley scenes that says "ALWAYS the voICE WE LOVE" ... or rather, based on typesetting and positioning, "Always we Love the voICE," which is where Victon's fanclub (ALICE) gets its name. The cynic in me says it was just something the set dresser liked and was able to get cheap (officially, there's been no word on Victon's fate since Hanse, Byungchan, and Subin declined to resign with IST last April ... which at this point means a lot of fans are taking it as a silent disbandment, sigh), but the hopeless delulu in me would not be upset to see Victon come back on KQ after all military service terms are complete.

As previously noted, THE WORLD EP.FIN: WILL is available now for streaming and physical purchase all around the world and in fact the boys earned themselves a triple crown for the first time with this one.

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[yeoyeos]

Fav places to cum on/in [ateez]

warnings:cumming inside and outside[what a surprise],talked abt dick sucking a lot tbh, someone has a breeding kink[guess who],yeah i used tits but not necessarily the female version use whatever version you want lol, name calling [pretty slut]

lmk if i missed anything

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hongjoong -

definitely inside. he wants to mark you🥺 but in the "i love you so much and this is special for me and im claiming this hole as mine" type of lovey dovey vibes for sure. if you're not that close yet he'll cum on your stomach and if you're sucking him then down your throat it goes but he'll really be in love with fucking his cum into you really deep really slowly

seonghwa - 

THIS MAN HAS A BREEDING KINK, there, i said it. he's cumming inside obv. 100% of the time. if you're not at that stage then it's definitely on your chest, like SUPER close to your pretty face, close enough to your mouth so he can watch you lick it off [even though he's a clean freak doesn't mean he won't get messy]. i feel like if he's punishing you or something fuck ur gonna be dripping in cum

yunho -

if i had to guess, i'd say he's filling you up 55% of the time. sometimes he's hard to read but WOW there's a breeding kink in there. i think he'll only want to cum inside you if he's close enough to you but if you feel so good he doesn't want to pull out and he's wearing a condom he'll bust buckets inside you

yeosang -

let's be honest, this man will fuck you in every position possible so he's gonna be cumming EVERYWHERE, but fav place?? your tits for sure. and he's making you suck his dick while he fucks the cum from your tits into your mouth and gag on him to make him cum again

san -

same as joong but less of the lovey dovey shit😭 it's more like "such a pretty whore you are, im gonna mark you with my cum so no one else can have you" type of shit uk? and i just KNOW that dancer stamina is giving him ROUNDS. so he'll cum inside you a couple times and cum everywhere else too. definitely LOVES to see your mouth dripping in cum so he can fuck it back in and make you swallow it all

mingi -

mingi is kinda scared to cum inside tbh but he'll do it with tears. big baby would be like "you really want to do that with me?🥺" cuz it's so intimate for him😭 but if he's cumming outside UGH definitely the tits. don't let his soft persona fool you he's cumming on your tits and fucking his dick between them

wooyoung -

same as san, they're not besties for nothing. cumming everywhere and i mean EVERYWHERE. no fav place(except for maybe your ass), just mess E V E R Y W H E R E😭 but every once in a while he'll fill you up and dirty talk your ears off. "pretty slut couldn't wait for me to full them up hm?" 

jongho -

he might be too scared to cum inside until he's absolutely sure he wants to and you want to, for now he's cumming all over your tits and lower back and tbh i feel like he loves it so much he'll cum by just seeing the mess he made all over you

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project: OMEN (preview)

-pairing; hongjoong x f!reader x wooyoung (ft.ot8) -genre/wc; fantasy, dragon hybrid!au, smut, angst, fluff; 15kish -summary; you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect you like you thought, besides the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you. -warnings; blood, injuries, age gap (hundreds of years, if it aint your thing skip thnx), cursing, miscommunication, lying, fighting, death mentions, starvation mentions (briefly), funeral, smut: anal, fingering, soft sex, bruising, dirty talking -a/n; this is for my bestie @hongism​ whom is getting old so i must celebrate that by creating a fic for her ofc ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ LOVE U BESTIEEE

“Wooyoung said-”

“What did he say?” He cocks his head, taking slow steps toward you. The leaves crunch beneath his feet, echoing around the quiet forest. You glance around for your friend, hoping that he’s back soon enough. You quickly move away from Hongjoong, turning the other way. You gasp, his presence suddenly inches away from you. “Why are you running away from me?” His lips slowly spread into a grin, brow raised. 

“He’ll be back soon.”

“Will he?” he hums, tapping his chin. “Don’t hear him.”

“Hongjoong.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t do that,” he looks up at you, green eyes fading to a charcoal. “I told you that saying my name isn’t a good idea.”

Your fears subside for a moment, glaring at him, “You never tell me why. Every time I ask, you always push it away.” You press your finger into his chest, “All you ever do is speak around the truth.”

His hand slowly curls around your finger, spreading your palm to his chest. You can feel the beating of his heart beneath his thin layer of clothing. He stays quiet, eyes steady on your face, watching your reaction. 

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh darling,” his chuckle is low this time, stepping closer to you. This time, you don’t move away. He leans down, eyes flicking between yours. “That’s the last thing I’d want you to be.”

release date: february 10th 12am EST

all rights reserved. @uhmingi. 2022. please do not repost, translate, or claim any of this work as your own.

[dumbdemonslayertexts]

01:55am

Pairing: Park Seonghwa × black!fem reader | ft. Reader's Bestie & Choi San

Genre: humor

Warnings: suggestive language, use of the n-word, not thoroughly proofread sry y'all lol

you were going to have to explain yourself when you saw him, now.

and you were so mortified that you were already compiling excuses to avoid him for the next few weeks.

when you could've been cuffed for the whole weekend if your messy ass bestie hadn't ran her damn gums to your man while you were on the phone.

she already gave you enough, constant shit about dating seonghwa and not setting her up with mingi ( "see, you still haven't hooked us up, this's how i know you ain't shit." "bitch, do you think i'm pimping these niggas out or?") part of you was wondering if that was why she pulled this shit. how had she even remembered!? y'all had been running through their music videos to thirst like 4 days ago when you had your little slip up, but the second she heard you mention seonghwa's name on the phone today, she opened her big ass mouth.

"hwa! ask your girlfriend about her lil inception remix!"

you clutched the pillow tucked under your arm and slung it at her, only making her cackle harder.

"wha?" seonghwa giggled. he was already half amused, you could hear it in his voice crack.

"nothing!"

"what is your remix?" he asked. you hated that you didn't have time to melt over his english. it was always cutest when he was happily asking something. but you had to scramble for an excuse too urgently to coo at him, "did you film it?"

"no, it's nothing, don't listen to her, baby--"

"TELL HER TO SING IT, MINGI AND HONGJOONG'S PART BEFORE YOU HIT YOUR HIGH NOTE--" you slugged the pillow at her several more times, and you could hear your boyfriend's smile growing on the other end of the line.

"what is it, baby? i want to hear it!" he sounded so sweet and eager. normally it would make you fall even deeper for him but right now it made you want to jump through a window.

...double time when you realized there wasn't any getting out of this now.

"it's not a remixxx..!" you whined. apparently, he only found it more amusing with you so embarrassed.

"what is it?"

you fought a sigh and mushed your bestie who was still laughing her ass off, "i got the words wrong... i didn't know that the line after 'coming tonight' was korean, i thought it was english..."

he mumbled through the lyrics swiftly, for his mind to catch up to the part of the song you'd meant. "whereyouatwhereyouat neoneun eodie whereyougowhereyougo namgyeo dun chae neon comin’tonight maeil bam neoreul chaja hemaeneun nan--"

"yeah that part," you confirmed.

"maeil bam?"

"yes!" you whined for the second time, making him giggle again.

"what did you think it said?" he asked, finding this and you more and more humorous.

you rolled your eyes to the ceiling, leaving them there for longer than your eye health would appreciate. but you answered him truthfully.

"comin' tonight, layin' pipe."

he was silent on the other end after that. for way longer than you were comfortable with. and your heart was thumping harder, the more your anxiety built.

"what is that?" he asked. and bestie, hearing his genuine innocence, threw her head back cracking up.

"oh hell." you mumbled when he asked again. but seonghwa figured out quickly that he wasn't going to get an answer from you. that's when you heard him again, and froze in place.

"san-a!" he called in the background, and bestie was on her back rolling while you yelled, begged, PLEADED for him not to ask. "laying pipeeun museun tteus-ingayo?"

"no, don't ask what it means!" you yelled over the breathless laughter beside you.

"laying pipe?" you heard san ask your boyfriend confusedly, followed by hwa's low voice answering 'ne'.

you were relieved when you could make out the phrase 'i dunno' in korean. but it was short-lived when you heard san mention their leader's name, knowing he was the most knowledgeable in the english language of the eight of them. your eyes bugged out when you heard them both.

"HONGJOONG-A!"

"NOOOO!!!!!"

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Not My Type - Chapter 33.5

Word Count : 766

Story Masterlist

Taglist : @jjunbug @hoohoohope @lyndseygoregasmxo

She should have seen it coming. She should have known they’d never accept her. Even her own parents don’t accept her, how could she expect his parents to accept her. “Do you understand what we’re saying?” His mom asked, too kind a smile on her lips.

            “Yeah.” How could she not, they spelled it out for her. Honestly speaking, dear, you’re not good enough for my Hongjoongie. We’re going to allow him to have his fun with you for the time being, but don’t expect to be anything more than that. You’re a fun pass time, not his girlfriend. Besides, we already picked out his future wife.

~

            “I’m so happy they like you.” Hongjoong beamed as he drove her home. He held her hand with the hand not steering, running his thumb across her knuckles. He was so happy, excited for their future together. She didn’t have it in her to tell him the truth, that they didn’t have a future together.

            “Me too, Joongie.” So she lied. She smiled along with him as he talked about their future, a future she knows she’ll never live.

~

            “How was it?” Jeongin asked, knowing she was really nervous about meeting them. She wanted to break, wanted to lay it all out on the table. She just wanted to tell someone so she could break, but she once again found herself lying.

            “It was great! They loved me, Innie.” He smiled at her, joking about how she was worried for nothing, as he told her. “Joongie spent the whole drive home planning our future.” She giggled, pretending she wasn’t about to cry. “I can’t wait to live it out with him.” Or watch from afar as he lives it out with someone else.

~

            She met up with the three people that could always take her mind off everything. The three people she seems to go to whenever her life was crumbling down around her. They’re her escape from the crazy world that is her life.

            “How was meeting his parents?” Yunho asked.

            “It went surprisingly well. They gave their permission.” She smiled, the three of them giving her their congrats. “But I don’t want to talk about it. It’s a bestie squad get together! Time for adventures!”

            “I read somewhere about this movie-picnic thing happening. We should do that!” Mingi said. Y/n was the first one to agree, thinking to herself at how cute that idea was. Of course Mingi would be the one to think of doing something like that. It’s this reason that she turns to the three of them when she needs to escape. Her other friends would never even think of going to something like this, no matter how adorable it is.

            “Let’s go get some snacks first.” Jongho piped up.

            “Now we’re talking!” Y/n exclaimed, giving Jongho a quick high five. The four of them piled into Yunho’s car, Jongho calling shotgun before anyone else could, leaving Y/n in the back with Mingi.

            Mingi could tell that something was off with Y/n. Maybe he pays a little too much attention to the girl he’s supposed to think of as just a friend, but he couldn’t help himself. Her presence demands attention, and he was going to give it.

            He’s always paying attention to her, every small detail. He’s picked up on her habits, and that’s how he knows she’s lying about the dinner with Hongjoong’s parents. Something happened and she wants to forget about it, wants to pretend it didn’t happen. So he won’t bring it up. He’s going to help her forget about whatever they said, because they were probably wrong anyway. Everyone seems to get her all wrong.

            They all see what she wants them to see. Everyone keeps their distance because of the front she puts on, acting tough and unbothered. But she was so much more than that. So much more than the girl that seemingly doesn’t give a fuck.

            She was caring, putting all her friends before herself. She was giving, using all the money she had to put her younger brother through school. She has unwavering confidence, always keeping her head held high even when others are trying to knock her down. And she was so kind, giving people chances they didn’t deserve.           

  He knows she tries her best to not think about the words people say. She tries her best to remain unbothered. But Mingi can read her as easy as his favourite book. And he hopes he can be the one to remind her that she’s so much more than what everyone thinks.

[destiny-fics]

Look bestie, idk if hard hours are open but whatever, you'll read it when you read it.

I am frothing about how seonghwa/hongjoong/yunho...actually I'll include San & jongho as well, how they would all love it when their partners are shy & embarrassed. It has me thinking thoughts!

I'll have thoughts come up about the others but right now I'm just imaging how Yunho would make the perfect 'first bf' because I think he would just be excited to be your first & he would just make you feel so special about yourself. I think he would tease the absolutely loving heck out of you whilst doing it, 'aww you look so cute when you blush for me'.

Imagine when you start getting intimate with him and you're like undressing & you're covering yourself because it's all new for you, he would just look at you with those puppy dog eyes and rub shoulders & say in a soothing manner, 'you have a beautiful body bunny, let me see all of it'.

Plus, when you've grown more confident with him, he would definitely use it as a way to humiliate you, just imagine you're pinned underneath him & you're all red in the face because even though you've been together a long time, you're still self-conscious. He would look down at you and coo at you in a mocking tone, 'aww is my sweet bunny still shy after all this time? Maybe I need to f*ck the embarrassment out of you mmh?'

Yesssssssss

Also like if you wanna send through your thoughts about the others please absolutely do that

I fucking love the way your mind works.

And yes, Yunho would be the most perfect first boyfriend ever. Yk I've said this before but he 1000% has a teaching kink and I will not shut up about it. The man absolutely loves being your first everything and loves being able to teach you things even more.

He just thinks you're so sweet and cute and honestly he'd be so honoured that you trust him enough to allow him to be your first everything. And he adores it when you get shy around him, grinning and caressing your cheek gently while saying how cute you are: "my sweet, pretty baby, so cute when you blush for me. Come on, let me see that gorgeous body of yours."

And he also thinks that you are the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. So he can't understand why, when the two of you start getting intimate, you get embarrassed and try to cover yourself. Bc can't you see that you're the most beautiful thing ever and that he absolutely adores you? But he will still be so sweet about it, hands running over your body gently to soothe you.

And then, when you've been together for a while, you are so right he's so going to tease you using your shyness. Cooing at you, pinching your cheeks gently.

"Aww bun you're still so shy? After all this time."

"Do I have to fuck that embarrassment out of you?"

"Come on baby. How will I know what you want me to do if you won't tell me?"

Yunho also 100% loves it when you get all embarrassed telling him what you want him to do to you, or what you want to do to him. He thrives off it. He absolutely lives for that shit. Especially bc he knows that you really do enjoy all the teasing/humiliation and you get off from it as much as he does.

And at the end of the day, he's always gonna go at the pace your comfortable with, because your comfort and pleasure is his number 1 priority.

[megumishousewife]

Roommates! Ateez Edition

Hongjoong

He’s not messy but he’s not clean either

Clothes are probably in one pile somewhere and he has days that he gets up and cleans his room

Don’t let him cook please. He doesn’t have a bit of a clue what he is doing

Usually stays in his room and comes out often to eat or grab some water

Doesn’t really party, but if Seonghwa hits him up to hang out at one, he’ll go and invite you

Seonghwa

This man here with the cleaning…

Doesn’t know how to take a break. He’s always cleaning and cleans your apartment every 3 or so days

Never misses a day of school and studies after school in the library

He’s a good cook too! You got yourself a housewife of a roommate

If he does decide to go to a party, he’ll ask you to hang out with him and the boys

He’ll make you go out somewhere at least once a week if you two get close

Gives off big brother/ boyfriend vibes (that’s all up to you bestie)

Mingi

He’ll be shy when he first meets you

Keeps all of his stuff fairly clean

Once he gets comfortable with you, he’ll hang around your apartment with you. Usually these days are spent sitting on the couch, binge-watching tv shows or playing video games

Food wise, you guys do a bit of “we’ll cook but make a big ass mess” or “we’ll do takeout since we’re lazy”

Almost every task you guys have, you make it a team effort! You and Mingi are both tackling being adults so why not help each other?

He needs to study on his mid-terms? He’ll come straight to you with all of his notes and books. Need help in your math classes because you’re behind? He’ll try his hardest to help you with your work and give you some of his notes

Another one that gives Big Bro vibes but that chill older brother

Yunho

Uh oh, you got yourself a handful of a roomie

HE’S the party thrower and the life of the party, but he’ll make sure you’re cool with it before he goes through with it

Tries to make you loosen up and gives you lap dances (you’re so lucky, you know that right?)

But, when you guys are on the DL, he’s very chill

Not too messy but not too clean either

Just like Mingi, there a “we’ll do whatever we feel like doing” with food

Plays music and dances with you as you clean up after parties

San

He’s a hot mess (literally)

I just believe his dorm room is a mess and he’s just sitting happily on his bed with no care in the entire world

Occasionally does small kickback with the boys and some other people or goes out with you and Wooyoung

He’s either all up in your face about something stupid or he’s in his own world… still annoying you (don’t mean if he’s high or not)

Having him and Woo around is like having two annoying little brothers. You’re always there whenever they get caught in some bullshit (pray for Y/N everybody)

Wooyoung

Oml this is literally YOUR child

You trust him enough to cook and clean his dorm but everything else… you’re on your own

Sometimes, he will throw parties but is “forgetful” on cleaning up

His room is very…strange.The bed is spotless and even made up but the floor is chaotic

I believe he’s very unorganized when his mind goes to other places or thinks of other things to do

Leaves old food in the refrigerator (ATEEZ SAID IT, I’M JUST THE MESSENGER)

Loves to have movie night with you and San (for him and Mingi, i bet Disney movies are a must)

Yeosang

He’s very chill and won’t bother you much

Always meets you halfway with everything

Likes to stay in the house with you and chat about everything going on at school or just study

I think you’ll know that he’s cool with you once you have a comfortable silence with him

Could be a housewife if you get too tired to do certain tasks

Yeosang doesn’t mind helping you. Just make sure you come to him about it to discuss the problem you have at hand

Will always be a shoulder to lean on

Jongho

BIG SOFTY ALERTTTTT!!!! He loves talking to you about school because he’s so new to everything

He will help you cook and clean with no complaints

If you’re close, you can probably ask him to sing while you two do your daily tasks

A tidy man and is a very good student

Since he’s such a big teddy bear, I think he wouldn’t mind cuddling with you while watching a movie (HE’S SO ADORABLE! HELLLPPPPPPPPP, PROTECT OUR AMAZING BABY

[lovesanmotion]

Celebrate - OT8

summary: in which the platonic!ateez crashes your solo vlive to eat your birthday cake

Taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv

"Hello everyone! Wow, I reached a hundred thousand viewers already!" You beamed as you stared at your phone screen. Watching as the numbers slowly from a hundred ten to a hundred twenty, a hundred thirty, hundred forty and then hundred fifty.

"Everyone" you start to say, smiling at the camera. "You know what day is it, right?" Your smile grew but then turned into a cute pout. "I'd get mad if you guys forgot!"

" ♥ ♥ ♥ "

" Happy birthday y/n!! "

" Where are the boys? Are you doing the live alone? "

"Oh you're looking for the boys? Hm..they were here earlier. But they suddenly disappeared." You pouted, shrugging your shoulders as you spoke to the viewers. "You guys don't think the boys forgot my birthday right?" You chuckle softly, showing the viewers the birthday decorations that you and the staffs did around the practice room.

"Everyone, do you like how we decorated the practice room? The manager did the balloon letterings and I added the golden curtains." You explained before you spanned the camera to the table filled with cakes and drinks. Turning the camera back to yourself, you started reading the comments from the fans.

" Y/N, look at the door behind you! "

" So scary!!!!! "

" Wait, what did I miss? "

" The??? door??? suddenly??? opened??? and??? closed??? on??? its??? own??? "

"Huh? The door?" Turning your head around to check the door to the practice room but it was perfectly closed like how you closed it. "There's no one here but me, everyone. Maybe it was our manager who's checking up on me." You smiled as you assured the viewers. Pursing your lips together, you read more of the fans' comments, unaware that you've reached three hundred thousand viewers, until one of them points it out.

"Wow, I've never reached this many viewers. Thank you so much!" You beamed, positioning the camera a bit away from your front, taking the whole view of your table filled with snacks. Putting on your party hat and placing a pink candle light in the middle of your strawberry shortcake birthday cake.

"I never told the manager nor the company what my favorite cake is. But surprisingly they picked my favorite!" Chuckling to yourself. Unknown to you, while you were busy lighting the candle, two black figures opened and closed the door, this time, doing it louder that made you jump in your seat. Jumping, you turned your head to the direction of the door, staring at it.

" What was that? "

" I saw two figures! "

" Do you think it was a sasaeng? "

" Sasaeng's can't enter company buildings though "

" Y/N the ghosts want to greet you too!! "

"Ah I'm getting scared already!" You frowned to yourself, hands placed on your chest before carrying on to light up your birthday candle. Heaving a sigh, you turned to the camera and put up a smile for your fans.

"Everyone! Please sing the birthday song with me!" Clasping your hands together, you sang the birthday song to yourself.

"Happy birthday...to meeee!" Smiling widely to yourself, you leaned forward and blew out the candle. As if on cue, the lights inside the practice room turned off.

" OMG???? "

" Y/N bestie are you okay? "

" DO YOU SEE THOSE FIGURES? "

" Y/N run!!! "

" I'm never visiting the company building anymore now that I know its haunted "

Hiding your face in between your palms, you didn't know what was happy. But in reality, eight figures swarmed you, one holding a birthday cake and the other holding a lighter, lighting up another candle stick. When the lights turned back on, you still didn't look up to see what was happening. But around you, the boys were gathered around you, singing happy birthday to different tunes while Wooyoung holds your cake.

Finally lifting your head up, you glared at them before getting up from your seat and started slapping their forearms.

"You really scared me!" You frowned, however, they all chuckled at your response.

"You should thank us! We bought you this cake!" Wooyoung held it up and showed it to you proudly.

"We even brought our gifts!" Mingi says, handing you a large paper bag. As you took the paper bag from him, you sat back down from your seat as the boys settled around your table. San and Wooyoung sneakily picking up a strawberry from your cake.

"Two chicken coupons...there's no need to guess who gave this" You chuckled, putting back the coupons inside and getting another item, it was jewel case cd, on the front the words "playlist for y/n" were etched in black marker.

"You should listen to that when you're alone" Hongjoong says as he eyes you and the cd case. Taking another item out, you saw two polaroids of Wooyoung.

"Are you really going to give this to me?" You joked as you faced Wooyoung who stopped munching on the strawberry inside his mouth.

"Actually that was me" San spoke, innocently smiling at you. Putting back those items, you noticed a can of spraying household odor eliminator.

"Another gift that I don't need to know who gave this" you chuckled at Seonghwa, knowing fully well that it was from him. And the rest of the gifts were a car humidifier from Jongho, a nail clipper from Mingi, a mug from Wooyoung and a photo frame from Wooyoung.

"Y/N are you not yet going to cut your cake?" Wooyoung asks in a small voice, beside him, San looked pleadingly at you with an arm around Woo's shoulders. Mingi asked if you have an extra party hat before pointing it to him.

"Oh you're right I should start cutting the cake" you smiled, standing up from your sit and taking the knife.

"You know, there's this one tradition wherein the first person you give the first slice of your birthday cake is the person you love the most" You said, gently slicing the cake with a knife, supporting it with a fork.

"Y/N, you love me right?" San said, peering his face too close to you.

"No. Y/N loves me more!" Wooyoung says as he does the same thing.

"Okay that's enough! We all know Y/N loves me best" Yunho smiles, handing you his bowl, ready for the first slice of cake. Smiling, you placed the cake to your bowl.

"It's actually me" You laughed. The boys frowned, Wooyoung took your birthday cake that they bought while Jongho took the birthday cake your company bought for you. Mingi took the drinks, immediately all eight boys ran away from the practice room.

"Hey give those back!!" You yelled, running after them. The V live long forgotten.

[leejungchans]

— juliet on kingdom (episode 6).

juliet’s masterlist

from may 6’s episode

note: read the tweets from the bottom up 💕 keep in mind that this contains spoilers in case you want to watch the episode first :3 more under the cut bc i also went a tiny bit overboard with this 💀

— juliet’s outfit;

disclaimer: the blurring of faces in my outfit collages is in no way meant as a form of disrespect, the sole purpose is to put the focus on the hairstyle and there is absolutely no ill intent. thank you for understanding!!

when they were deciding on the groups for round 3, juliet was so happy they ended up choosing stray kids and btob

right after announcing that decision she immediately went to felix and gave him a big hug :((

but we came here to talk about the sports day 🤩

let’s make one (1) thing clear: juliet is here to make friends 😇

B U T she is also an ateez member, aka she is very competitive 💀

this is the same person who refused to sleep when playing the mafia game which was partly the reason for why it got banned from their dorms

probably texted felix the night before like “ily bestie but if we ever have to go head-to-head tmr ur going D O W N”

she said 🔥👄🔥

someone collect her please

ngl she was kinda jealous of skz’s pink outfits bc they looked so cute in them :(((

strawberry kids pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but her outfit was also adorable like what :((((

THE BUCKET HAT 🥺

this was also the tiniest she’s looked on kingdom since she always wore boots with some form of platforms for the performances :c

ateez and stray kids’ tables were next to each other so she finally had the opportunity to interact more with the others and not just chanlix!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

pretty much became besties with jisung, changbin and jeongin after that day and also became friends with peniel 🤩🤩

there were still a lot of lixliet moments!!!! even in the background you could see them just chilling and having fun 🥰🥰

also bonded with changmin (from tbz, not the mc ahshjws😭) over liking horror movies and stuff

“you have a chUCKY DOLL??? CAN I SEE IT????? DO YOU HAVE A PHOTO??????? 🤩”

not them cooing over photos of his chucky doll like it’s a baby/pet photo 💀

ateez and the boyz: 👁👄👁 should we be afraid orrr...?

hongjoong, in the distance: you can admire it but don’t you dare bring one home

okay the vaulting competition ✨

while watching sf9 go she was like “:ccc but i’m already shorter than the first level (1.7m)” 💀

she got really shy when changmin read that she has 10 years of ballet experience uwu

changmin, jokingly: oh~ she’s shorter than the box already

juliet: ☹️☹️🥺🥺

changmin: whdjgjwhd sorry sorry sorry 😭

eunkwang: hey!!!! don’t make the baby sad!!!!!!!

she killed it!! mostly bc of her flexibility as she could lift her legs high enough to not touch the box!!

she made it past 2.2m so that’s pretty cool 🤩

eunkwang: maybe it has to do with being born in australia and being around kangaroos

gave the cameras a 🥰✌️🕺🏻😚 after every successful jump

everyone else being her biggest hypemen 😌 the privilege smh

okay but one time as she was running up to the box her hat flew off and she went “nooooo” in tiny and ran back to get it

literally everyone on set went 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 uwu

even the judge/referee laughed 😭

you know how people are like “hold my xxx”

that was juliet but with her bucket hat 💀💀

for her last attempt at 2.3m she uhhh... kinda body-slammed right into the box and knocked it over so they both fell onto the mat 🤕🤕

cue yunho, wooyoung, chan and minhyuk who immediately rushed up to her to see if she was okay :(

the others were like “is she okay???? :c”

ngl it hurt quite a bit but she was also very giggly bc she didn’t expect herself to make it that far

but after the adrenaline wore off she definitely felt the pain :(

so they had to vote for the visual king right

mnet was like ok juliet u can vote for the visual king but they can’t vote for u bc we don’t wanna start anything so u can be the visual queen and win by default 😄

“should i be insulted that they made me win by default 😅😅😅”

yes juliet actually said that on camera and they left it in 💀💀

she still took the selfie and mnet put hers up on the board with everyone else’s but with a little crown over hers that said ‘visual queen’ 💀💀💀💀💀

she was pretty embarrassed by that ngl but sigh what else can she do 😔

hyunjae, pointing to the tiny crown over juliet’s selfie: ohhhhhh does this mean we can’t vote for juliet?

eric: if we could she’d probably win by a landslide

sir we caught u in 4k 👁👁

when seonghwa said he thought felix was cute and wanted to adopt him as a little brother though 🥺

juliet went (◕‿◕) and immediately dragged him over to felix like “OI MATE HERE’S YOUR NEW FRIEND SEONGHWA”

Little Miss Indecisive makes a reappearance bc whO SHOULD SHE VOTE FOR?????

“can i vote for someone not on the show?”

she didn’t actually say that don’t worry

she ended up voting for minhyuk!!!

mostly bc she genuinely thought he was really cool but also bc they were far apart enough in age that people would be less likely to spread rumours

it do be like that sometimes :/

“minhyuk-sunbaenim was very charismatic in their performance from last round, and he was so cool just now during the vaulting competition so i’m going to vote for him!”

she did write a tiny disclaimer on her paper slip that said “everyone is handsome!! <3” though 🥺

WHEN FELIX PLACED 2ND IN THE VISUAL KING THINGY

biggest hypewoman

“YEAHHH FELIX THAT’S MY CUTE BESTIE RIGHT THERE EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HIM!!! FELIX VISUAL KING!!!!! SO TRUE BESTIE!!!!!!!!!”

hwjdbwjjs before they announced minhyuk as first the mcs asked juliet who she voted for and she was so shy when she said she voted for him 😭😭😭

she didn’t take part in the balloon snake tag game and the relay bc she was pretty exhausted from the vaulting (and also bc the boys told her not to bc they could tell she was still slightly in pain after she slammed into the box 🥺)

so instead she became everyone’s designated cheerleader :3

when wooyoung came first in the relay she was so proud!!!!

right after he crossed the finishing line she ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug :ccc

then she went up to eunkwang and asked if he was okay bc he fell during the relay :((((

in conclusion she had so much fun that day and was happy to make even more frens 🥰

— fan reactions;

a/n: this episode was so fun 😭 pls the vaulting game was so funny to watch ahdjjwjs but they all did so well???? i wouldn’t even make it past the first level so idk how minhyuk and chan both managed to go over 2.3m 😭 tbz were also so good at it though???? pls the way juyeon and changmin made it look so easy 👁👄👁 also eric was out for blood in the balloon snake tag game ahjshwjsb we stan 🤩 let me know what you think!! your support really means a lot to me and is what keeps me motivated so thank you all sm 💕💕

[atinymonster]

[KINGDOM: LEGENDARY WAR] episode six

ateez 9th member.

i’m still wondering why they did all this in jeans pls

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please when they were choosing teams for the third round

they sole reason they said no for The Boyz was because they were scared jiyu and sunwoo were just going to flirt the whole time—

(they weren’t wrong)

“for the sake of baby monster and the rest of us, sunwoo cannot be in same the team” (wooyoung)

jiyu: *pouts but can’t deny*

so that’s the story of how they chose Stray Kids and BTOB

and when they showed up to the track meet in jeans and green tops

“we look like sprouts!” :D

“guys why did we wear jeans? one of us might split our pants—” 

“they really chose the loudest member of each group to be an MC”

“I HEARD THAT BABY MONSTER”

“YOU’RE ONLY PROVING MY POINT”

seeing her members so excited when they made their entrance was so endearing

she, eric, and i.n were chosen to read the oaths since they were the youngest ones on the show

she read the oath in such a soft and adorable voice that it literally made everyone 🥺🥺🥺

cracked up when they were officially announced as team mayfly

“we live like there’s no tomorrow!”

“wait, no” 🥺 (sunwoo)

when it was ATEEZ’s turn for the vault, they encouraged her to go first since they knew she was flexible enough for it and they wanted to show off their makne

when changmin announced that she was skilled in traditional chinese dancing, she hid behind the vault box since she was shy

please, when hongjoong slammed his...body into the box

she felt so bad but it was a little too funny for her—

her soul left her body when they reached two meters

“let’s go best friend!” (chanlix)

“you better pass and compete with me!” (eric)

everyone started cheering for her, even the other team :((

sunwoo felt so proud every time she passed (the camera literally caught the proud smirk he had at one point—)

she was so small 🥺

literally gave up at 2.2m

she somehow barely passed though, she really didn’t know how

“we found a new talent for baby monster!”

confused when she managed to last up to 2.4m

but she jumped and ended up clinging onto the box since she was too small to make it over :((

the editors inserted the baby crying sound effect for her

seonghwa had to come and help her down since she was too light to knock the box over so she was just stuck clinging onto the box

when they had to vote for the visual king

wooyoung started laughing and slapping her back

“we already know who you’re going to chose!”

she playfully shrugged

“it can change, you never know”

she even pretended to think when it was her turn

“Hm...” she hummed in thought when she scanned over all of the pictures that everyone had taken earlier in the morning. “This is a hard decision...”

Her eyes fell on her own picture and she immediately pouted. “Ooh...that didn’t turn out very well,” she chuckled. “I don’t know how some of these people manage to look so good in the morning.”

[But Jiyu looked like an angel in the morning, too!]

Grabbing her slip of paper to vote, she wrote down Sunwoo’s name without hesitation. “Don’t tell him, though. It’ll only inflate his ego even more.”

when she heard seonghwa wanted to have felix as his little brother 🥺

“felix! i found a new friend for you!”

after sunwoo was announced as third place, she looked so proud and just started hopping and clapping in tiny 🥺

“satisfied baby monster” (san)

 “there’s actually a tie for third place, too!” younghoon revealed the surprise announcement and he couldn’t contain his laughter afterwards

“the other person is...ATEEZ’s jiyu!”

“huh???”

literally everyone burst out into laughter at the comedic plot twist

she swore she’s never heard her members laugh so loud, especially seonghwa and hongjoong

she just stood there in a daze staring at younghoon like he grew two heads

“YOU BOTH ARE LITERALLY MADE FOR EACH OTHER AT THIS POINT” (eric)

she ended up joining sunwoo and gave him a high five 

"they even voted for each other” changmin revealed

everyone: “oOOoOOoOh”

Bobby held up his paper to show who he had voted for. “I chose Jiyu,” he announced. “She’s really adorable off stage, but when she goes on stage...visual explosion!”

“Her picture looks really cute here,” Minhyuk cooed.

“Of course...I chose Jiyu. And myself,” Sunwoo chuckled before slipping his paper into the box. 

“I chose our little baby monster,” Wooyoung showed his paper. “She’s like a pretty little sister!”

“well, i certainly wasn’t expecting this, but thank you for choosing me,” she managed to say in between laughs

they shared the wreath :((

cheered for her bestie felix when he won second place

(not @ sunwoo pouting in the corner)

when it came to snake tag game, she really wanted to be the tail but she was also terrified of getting whipped around 

so she decided to opt out for her own safety

she found it pretty cute when wooyoung and haknyeon just stood there holding hands 

please, when it was eric and wooyoung as the head for the final round, she lost it 

because she knew how feisty both of them were 

“ooh is it finally time for running?”

she didn’t participate so she opted to be a cheerleader

she started jumping up and down and waving the flag

“hONGJOONG FORGIVE ME FOR BEING RUDE BUT RUN AS FAST AS THOSE TINY LEGS CAN CARRY YOU”

when wooyoung came in first she came barreling towards him with san and crushing him for a hug

but then she got crushed by the others when they came for a group hug

then she went to cheer on the other people that were still sprinting to the finish like :((

aside from almost losing her voice by the end of the day, she had so much fun just running around with everyone

it almost made her forget they were filming for a competition show

and she even made some new friends!

(also in the preview, she wasn’t seen in any of the sub units but she was seen dressed up for something 👀)    

ma’am is the queen of nicknames because she got another one 😭

“baby sprout” (since she was dressed in green and she was the shortest one there)