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verrerdises · 4 months ago

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curtain call | hoyoung x reader

Summary || At the very last minute, you were called to fill in for a bridesmaid that fell sick. You're not sure why you took on the task, but something in your gut told you to go. After seeing who your partner is for the dance routine, though, things finally began to click.

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Hoyoung hid a long yawn behind his hand. When he agreed to participate in this wedding, he hadn't expected to be this involved. He was doing this as a favor to his friend, who was close to the groom. The guy needed another groomsman at the last minute, so what did his friend do? Offer him up without consulting. "It'll be fun," his friend said.

But standing here at 8 in the morning with barely a crumb of breakfast just to conduct a dance rehearsal? It's absolutely not what he signed up for. Unfortunately, he was in too deep to find a way out. He already put forth the effort to learn the damn dance.

He patiently waited with hands neatly folded behind his back. The groom and his friend were frantically whispering to each other. He could catch a few pieces... "What do you mean she's sick?"

"Don't worry! I pulled another favor. They should get here any second now."

His head turned to the line of tired bridesmaids. Oh, now that he was paying attention, there was an empty spot where his dance partner usually stood. Sounds like she fell sick... this close to the wedding date? Then she might be out completely. And if his friend called in someone else, will they even be able to catch up in time?

And why does his friend know everybody??

His thoughts were interrupted by a new voice. "Sorry!" the newcomer rushed in. "Got caught in traffic. Where do I go?" Hoyoung blinked in mild surprise at them. They're pretty. He found his eyes traveling with them as the groom came over to explain the situation to them.

"... So, your partner is this guy over here: Hoyoung." He straightened up as he heard his name. "For the first couple of times, you'll just watch. Then, whenever you're ready, you can jump right in on the next round. Oh, and thank you, (y/n). You're saving me from a panic attack." The groom then came towards him. "Since you don't have a partner, um... you can sit with them," he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, "Try and catch them up, if you can, please." And he scurried off without another word.

Hoyoung gave a small nod then quietly took the seat next to (y/n). He awkwardly rubbed his palms against his knees. "So... you know him too?" He nodded towards their mutual friend.

(y/n) sighed and nodded. "From school. The guy called me and begged for me to do this." They then crossed their arms, "Hmph. He's lucky I was in town. And I don't really like dresses, so he's extra lucky I like him enough to do this."

His ears perked up. "Like him?" he quickly repeated.

"Huh?" They looked up at him. "Oh!" Their ears turned red, "No, no, not like that. Never like that. He's practically like a brother to me."

"Oh," he hummed. "Was just curious."

The music interrupted their conversation. The participants snapped awake as muscle memory took over, and they began the routine. He wanted to turn and ask more questions, but they were completely engrossed with it. Their eyes flickered between everyone's movements, and they started mumbling to themselves.

"You're pretty dedicated, huh?" He lightly teased. "Especially for someone last minute."

"Well, that's exactly why I should be dedicated," they answered without sparing him a look. "This is for a wedding. I would hate to be the person who messes it up for the couple. I'm sure they're stressed enough as it is."

Hoyoung couldn't argue with their reasoning. "Lucky for you, it's not too hard. I think the timing of the hand switching might take you a bit to nail down."

"True... good thing you're my partner then. You're gonna catch me up. Hope you're a good teacher."

He rose a brow at their frank response. The ends of his mouth stretched into an amused smile. He didn't want to disrupt their concentration, so he let them focus for the first round. Afterwards, the groom finally announced breakfast arriving, and everyone eagerly made a beeline to the table where the food was laid out.

Hearing his stomach growl, he got up to join as well. (y/n) silently followed. In line, he half turned his body to talk to them, "So, how's that dedication working out?"

They huffed at his teasing. "Fine, actually. There's... some steps that were hard to see, but like I said, you're going to teach me anyway."

He softly snorted. "You're really counting on a stranger you just met."

"What, should I not? I'm sure a quick word with the groom, and I can switch you out for another cute partner."

Their quick wit constantly surprised him, and their little slip of a compliment did not go unnoticed. He tilted his head in shock, brows raised. "You're telling me there's others cuter than me?"

They open their mouth for a rebuttal, but they take a quick glance at the other groomsmen, then return to him. "Okay, fine. I'll stay. But don't stress me out like that." They grumbled. Soon, it was their turn to grab a plate and take a seat at a table. He politely pulled the chair out for them, and Hoyoung took this as a chance to silently bend down and whisper in their ear, "I'm glad you're staying. I don't see any other cute bridesmaids either."

He bit down a laugh as their face burned red. He calmly took a seat and ate his breakfast like nothing happened. All they could do was try to hide and finish their plate. With that seemingly tough exterior, he wanted to find a way to crack them open. Looks like he found it.

As the days rolled by, he patiently helped teach them the routine. The two of them even found themselves exchanging numbers to video call and give pointers. He found it to be quite fun, actually... "Have you tried on the dress yet?" he asked through the call.

On the other side of the screen, (y/n) nodded their head. "Yeah. Snug as a bug."

When Hoyoung tried to reply, they interrupted him, "Ah-ah. Nope, you can't see until the wedding." Their response made him laugh, "That's a rule for the bride and groom. Why are you acting like we're the ones getting married?"

His comment flustered them again. They turn their head away and grumbled something under their breath. "What's that?" Hoyoung continued. "I didn't quite catch that-"

"Y'know, you do big talk towards someone you just met." They quickly retaliated, "Did you fall for me that quickly?"

Once again, he was stunned. He felt warmth coat his ears, and he briefly ducked his head as a wide smile appeared. Is this what people meant about feeling a flutter in their chest? What an odd sensation. "Aha! See?" Their voice brought his head back up. "Look at that guilty face."

He chuckled quietly. "You know, you're pretty funny, (y/n). But we should get some sleep. We got a busy day ahead of us." His voice softened. They became silent, and he caught their shoulders slumping in disappointment. "Yeah, you're right..." they huffed. "Fine. Fine. Good night, Hoyoung. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night..." He hung up the call then turned over in his hotel bed. This was new, kicking it off with a stranger so quickly. He honestly didn't know where this would lead to, but for now, he was enjoying the journey. The thoughts lingered and soon lulled him to sleep.

The big day finally arrived. Most of it was a blur for him, being dragged this way and that as they finished the final touches of the ceremony. He was barely given a chance to even catch a glimpse of (y/n), not until the actual ceremony began. When the bridesmaids took their turns walking down the aisle, he craned his neck to find them. Finally, he spotted them and found himself holding his breath. Compared to everyone else, in his opinion, they looked stunning. Unfortunately, they caught him staring and gave them a playful huff as their face turned red. He could only smile sheepishly at them in return.

Eventually, the time for the dance routine came. Him, along with everyone else, anxiously waited for the music to begin. But, just as before, as soon as it started, their muscle memory kicked in. He quietly approached (y/n) and took their hand, as choreographed. Barely any words were shared throughout the entire routine. Their eyes focused on each other, their movements fluid.

The final part of the dance was for the groomsman to hold their partner's hand and bow before them. But he didn't know what came over him. Before the final note echoed, he shifted his head and pressed a gentle kiss against their knuckles. He blinked as the sound of applause brought him back to reality. He slowly straightened himself up, noting the stunned, wide-eyed look they held.

Not letting go of their hand, he led them back to an empty table and took his seat. There, he finally released the breath he was holding. "Finally got you quiet." He laughed softly then boldly reached over to tip their chin up. "It's a cute look on you."

They shyly move their head away and swat at his hand. "You... you're unbelievable." They muttered. Hearing whispers caused their head to turn, only for them to whip back around. The red on their face became worse. "Now they're talking about us," they groaned.

"Is that bad?" He inquired.

"W... Well, no. Just a bit embarrassing. I'm... not used to this kind of attention." They anxiously wrung their hands together. He sighed silently then leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable-"

They quickly shake their head. "No! No, you're fine. Honest." They take a deep breath then sighed. "Y'know... originally, I was gonna say no to all this. It was so last minute, but... something told me to just suck it up and do it. Help a friend out." He watched carefully as their gaze softened. "I... didn't expect to bump into someone like you." A smile slowly appeared. "You didn't let things get awkward or boring. So, I appreciate that."

Hoyoung wasn't expecting this short, heartfelt speech, but it touched him either way. He nodded in agreement. "I feel the same. It's rare to find someone so honest. And funny. And who can pull off this color," He nodded towards the dress. It earned him a soft laugh from them. "Well, thank you," they hummed.

"But... what about after this?"

He tilted his head. "Hm? What about it?"

"Like... you won't just ghost me, right? I noticed you were in a hotel, so you're not from around here, are you?" Their voice is quiet and laced with concern. The realization hit him. He silently shook his head in response. "No," he answered, "but I'm not that far. I drove here, actually."

His words seemed to return some fire into their eyes. "So... there's a chance we could see each other again?"

He's not sure why, but their words caused his heart to melt. There was genuine worry and weight to it. He could almost laugh at how pathetically cute it was. "Of course," he grabbed their hands, "a little distance won't kill us." A teasing smile appeared. "And look at you, so worried about us. Did you fall for me that quickly?" He echoed their words in a whisper.

They squeezed his hands as a blush sprung across their face. They refused to give an answer, but the silence told him everything. He finally let out the laugh he's been holding in. He then stood up, pulling them up with him. "Let's not worry about tomorrow, okay?" He smiled at them.

Their eyes flickered between their hands and his eyes, until their own smile slowly revealed itself, and they nodded. "Fine, I suppose we can share a dance or two..."

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mingoooossii · 1 day ago

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Gyehyeon.

Love p.2

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jikjinz · 1 year ago

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★﹐take our time ．﹗﹑

cw: bae hoyoung x fem!reader; bath sex, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up); nipple play, marking, praise, petnames (baby, darling); lmk if i missed something

words: 1 170

a/n: hi hello! this was supposed to be an entrance for this year's kinktober but reality creeped its way into my imaginary bubble and i can't write the whole stuff; that's why yall get some random crumbs i'll manage to puke out and hope it'll be quite consistent. lmk if you liked it and reblog if you did!!! it really helps <333

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that’s a one hell of a stressful day, you think as you enter your flat. but that’s about to change, all thanks to your boyfriend.

“hoyoung?” you ask loudly so every inch of the void in the flat can hear you. placing your bag on the floor and taking off your shoes, you proceed deeper into the flat. the atmosphere is… intriguing. the dim light of the small lamps in the living room to the nice scent, your favourite one, that’s not thick, nor intense, just enough to tickle your sense in a pleasant way.

“hi, darling.”

that’s when your beloved boyfriend comes out of your shared bedroom, with a sheepish smile, visibly excited to finally see you back. although when he notices your tensed body and the tired gaze with which you look at him, he’s about to fight the world.

“i thought that you’d like a warm bath after such a day, let alone a whole week. i have your favorite wine as well,” hoyoung starts, effectively covering up his worried tone with his words and actions, as he gets closer to you and slowly reaches for your hand. as your fingers intertwine, you smile and try to blink the slowly-forming tears away. having such a boyfriend was like a winning lottery ticket.

“will you wash my hair?”

“sure. whatever makes you happy, darling.”

slowly, you two make your way to the bathroom, where already set candles are waiting for being lit, a bottle of wine is in a small bowl filled with ice, and the bathtub is filled with bubbles, scent of the used salt nicely filling the air. as you undress, you ask hoyoung to join you. though he’s taken aback for a second, he agrees. soon, you two enter the filled bathtub, and the much-wanted and extremely needed relaxation slowly takes over your body.

your back rests on his chest as your muscles slowly give in and relax thanks to the water’s temperature. soon, hoyoung asks if you want a massage and in no time after you saying yes, his hands reach to your shoulders. and that’s when you take him off-track again. because you grab his hands and guide them lower and to your front.

“i want you so bad, baby,” you say when placing his hands on your tits, head turning to the side to look at your boyfriend as much as you can; the desperate look you give him and the way you whisper those words has him in a chokehold. though he smiles and leans forward to meet your face.

“whatever makes my darling happy.” and with a gentle kiss, hoyoung starts to caress your body. his palms go lower and lower your body with each kiss he’s giving you. the thought of a sweet release provided but no one else but hoyoung, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, is already turning your brain into mush. “darling, slow down. it won’t be so fun if we rush things.”

you try to complain but your brain has signed off. all there’s left is mush and desire mixed with lust and sexy thoughts including your boyfriend. he sees how desperate you are, how much you want it, and he understands it. but he also knows that without preparation it’ll only hurt both him and you. so that’s why his hand cups your pussy, caressing the folds with his fingers.

“i’ll make you feel so good, darling. focus on me and i’ll do you so fine you forget that you were so stressed in the first place,” that’s what hoyoung whispers into your lips before placing a long and hasteful kiss, distraction to his finger pushing slowly past your folds. you whimper in content at the feeling, closing your eyes a bit but quickly opening them when you feel his thumb on your clit. “i love those sounds of yours. i love to hear your voice and all those lewd noises you make. it’s so fucking hot, darling.”

every time it takes you by surprise how the sweet hoyoung can say such dirty things… but you love it. it only turns you two on even more, causing you to moan softly against his lips as he kisses you again, and again, thrusting his finger in and out, soon adding the second one.

“can you take another one, darling?” his eyes darkened with lust now are clouded with worry but when you squirm in his embrace, already being a moaning mess, he can’t hold himself for so long. with the other hand, he’s cupping one of your tits, fondling it and playing with your already hardened and incredibly sensitive nipple. “cum for me, darling. you’re doing so great and i’d like to devour you soon but we’ll take our time…”

he’s whispering those words right into your ear. his voice always makes you weak, especially when he’s whispering and breathing right on your neck. because you know that with his whispers he’s about to sloppily kiss his way from your ear to your shoulder, leaving some marks by the way as well. and that’s the final straw to your high.

“my pretty darling, done so well. i’m proud of you.” hoyoung says with a smile that says a lot: he’s in awe, he’s lovestruck, he’s savoring the feeling of your walls clamping on his fingers and how you ride out your ecstasy. as you breathe heavily and fall tired on his chest, you smile at the view of his features; the overly cute smile hiding his eyes clouded with desire for you. you know you’re in for a ride and you’re happy to oblige.

as you whine when hoyoung pulls out his fingers, you know you’ll get the good stuff in a sec because you can feel his hard-on between your plushy ass-cheeks. chuckling at the thought, you grind a bit against his length, whining when hoyoung’s hands grab your hips and keep you in place for a second.

“don’t rush it. we have a lot of time.” but he himself can’t really hold it anymore. you whine again at his words but thankfully that state is not so long, since in a blink you’re being guided on his dick, slowly sinking down on his nicely-filling length. that’s when your mind shuts down completely; all you think about is to get yourself off thanks to the nice feeling of being full, as hoyoung hits all the good spots inside you.

you take his hand to guide it to your tit again, the other one tightly gripping hoyoung’s other hand to keep balance. and so you bounce on his dick, thoughts hazed with a fuzzy desire to cum on his length and to be filled with him for as long as you can. your boyfriend is doing everything he can to help you, nuzzling his face in your neck, pinching on your tits and nipples, thrusting into you as much as he can.

you have to admit, that’s a fantastic way to end a terrible week… or every week in general.

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t3kandson · 1 year ago

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Rainy Strawberry

Delight

Word count; 2,857

Fandom; Verivery

Pairing; Reader X Lee Dongheon,

Characters; Lee Dongheon & Bae Hoyoung

Warnings; BDSM, Hard Dom, Blindfolded, Hands tied, Biting, Body marking, flogging, Food play, Oral (Receiving) Voyeurism, Choking & outside sex.

Notes; Requested by @lidongyangsa

Happy birthday Dongheon 🎂 🥳

The rain flowing down your body gave you a chill. You was grateful that the walls to your garden was tall and no neighbours could witness the scene.

Your boyfriend Lee Dongheon was on his knees. A silk cloth blindfolding not just his face but tying up his manly hands also. Bending over him your hands enjoyed the feel of him. His sleeveless jean jacket clinging soaked to his skin was a blessing to see and feel. His abs tense under your touch as you enjoy exploring his wet soaked skin of his stomach. Hair dripping with the gentle summer rain was a view that had your thighs tighten. “Oh daddy does look delicious,” you mock to his gentle growl. Bowl of strawberries in your hand, you kneel between him as you drag it along his lips. Removing it as his lips open agape to enjoy the sweet treat. You couldn’t help but giggle at his show of teeth to your toying. Following your second attempt his teeth snap at the fruit. “Don’t be naughty Daddy,” you snap pulling on the strawberry that the stalk is the only thing he allows you to take back. “Oh your so naughty,” you tease watching him chew looking as if he was in heaven. The rain gets harder in that second like it’s ready to punish you. Droplets dribbling from his hair soaking down on to him which heightens your arousal. You watch as a rain drop creates a stream down the middle of his chest towards his navel.

Lips falling to his neck he shudders in surprise as you let sweet kisses fall. You can feel the vibration of hums and gentle moans against your lips as your hand tackles his clothing. Letting his complete top half of his body unearthed to the elements, you let your lips kiss along every inch you could find. You can feel his hands fighting behind his back to set himself free. Thighs tightening at that very prospect because you know once he finds freedom, he will torment you himself. “Tut Tut, your being very bratty,” you smirk standing up. “Takes one to know one,” Dongheon growls as you smirk amused. Walking to the bag of goodies that’s now become a pool of its own, you pull the soaking wet flogger. “Well look at that, you couldn’t handle it could you,” you said positively despite being slightly anxious. The flogger is soaked in collected rain water and you fear it will hurt him more then you want to. Nevertheless you walk behind him with a softly swipe hitting his back. Instead of a cry he chuckles amused which makes your head tilt a little in confusion. “What’s up not hard enough,” you tempt him but he chuckles once more tight lipped. Placing it under the umbrella to avoid another soaking for use later, you look at the wet mess watching him shiver under the rain. His nipples are erect as you have a desire to warm him up. His hands that you felt so attractive have droplets running down the noticeable veins.

Dropping to your knees in front of him once more, you reattach your lips to his collar bone. Your fingers rubbing his nipple as he growls once more. “Are you a dog?” You mock as you bite in to his skin blemishing him. “Naughty puppy,” you smirk leaning up to lick his face as you feel his jaw tense. Lips falling to his nipple, your fingers find his other, playfully tweaking the sensitive bud. Instead of growls to fall from his lips soft moans escape. Your Free hand falls down his stomach to his shorts. He’s such a tease, he’s wearing thin material. His very impressive cock straining against the fabric. You can feel the veins throb the second your hand runs along it. “Oh Daddy is so needy,” you say by his ear as he breathes a sigh of relief at his sensitive body parts respite.

The rain had dropped heavy along his blindfold that its begins to slip. Too heavy to replace that your hands rip it off. His eyes dark, lust fallen even, in your sight. You gulp as you watch him smirk feeling his revenge swirl in his mind. Another attempt to free himself has you step back bracing yourself for a the demons freedom. But his struggle doesn’t become fruitful, that you can’t help but chuckle. “Oh Daddy, you can’t beat your princess,” you smirk taking that step forward closer to him once more. Lips pursing you admire the vengeance that would scare your core if you knew he wasn’t bound at that time. Pressing your lips to his he kisses you with a hastily speed. Teeth taking the opportunity to bite on your lower lip. Yelping you pull away to place your finger against his teeth induced injury. A dab of your finger against the skin tells you it’s bleeding a little as you look at his amused face. “I should punish you for just that alone,” you growl as he chuckles with amusement. Duck pouting his lips your way tells you he’s toying with you. He knows he hasn’t opened his mouth to speak and therefore can’t be punished. But nothing was in the rules about him taking his revenge by biting the skin you foolishly brought near him. Hands grabbing his manhood slightly a little more harshly then normal he growls. “Well that’s what you get for biting me,” you scoff letting your hands rub him with a harsher touch. Hands toying with the elastic band of his shorts you pull it as far as you can. His butt cheeks half hanging out. Smirking you can see he’s refusing to work with you. But you don’t let this knock you back as your hands fall inside his to press your fresh skin on his throbbing shaft. Bending into him to reach to pump his cock within his clothes, his teeth nip your neck that you’ve failed to protect.

Pulling back he winks as you scoff, hands touching to feel if the skins broken which it isn’t. “You really are vicious aren’t you,” you complain despite the fact your core is melting. His snigger tells you he won’t relent at all and when his hands lift to show you, you gulp.

The prey has now become you as you pushed yourself backwards landing on your ass as he stands. “Oh princess did you have fun? Now it’s my turn,” he growls stepping towards you. The rain in that moment decided to fall heavier then earlier in the night. Your own clothes becoming wet soaking and stuck to your skin. His toes crunch onto yours making you yelp as you realise he will torture you right there in that spot. Though your mind is filled with anticipation, your core is burning with need. “You stay right there or you see that,” he growls pausing to look at the flogger. “I will use it on you, but more harsher then you used on me,” he smirks as his feet lift from yours.

Pulling the bowl of floating strawberry’s he brings them your way. Tipping the excess water over your cleavage. He looks a little disappointed that your bright coloured corset isn’t thin enough to let your skin be see through. Hands falling to your clothing, he pulls it apart in one tug unearthing your breasts to his sight. Your nipples erecting as soon as the rain falls on them. Hovering over you he lets his lips cover your bud as he suckles while his hand grope the other. Totally engrossed with your breasts he doesn’t care for shelter from the rain.

Fingers tugging against the elastic band of your pants he rips leaving your aching core to the elements. Smirking against your skin as his fingers roll against your clit has you mew. “Oh look at your needy cunt, your dripping soaking wet ready for me,” he snarls. Fingers slamming straight into your heat you whimper as he takes his frustration out on you. “Remember your safe words,” he softly says in a gentle reminder which tells you he’s at the edge from ruining you. You’ve never been tempted to even use the warning words let alone to stop the torture he sets. But you know turning the tables on him on his birthday wish will have him throw a bigger hell on you tonight. Curving his fingers they press harshly against the soft padding within you. Your body jolting as you react as he wants, falling to pieces at his touch. Thighs shaking he removes himself licking his fingers in delight. His eyes falling on the strawberry’s which have become flooded once more.

Scooping one he crushed it in his hand letting the juices drip. Bringing his hands to your mouth he lets you suckle the fluid. The refreshing sweetness being just what you need for energy of what’s to come. Grabbing another he crushes it above your breasts letting it drip down on to you. His tongue attacking the second your coated as he drinks the juices from your skin. When he finishes he gets a third and aims over your heat, smirking devilishly at you as he coats your core. To make sure he’s coated his meal well, his hands return rubbing over your clit briefly, before a couple pumps against your walls.

As he wasted no time he presses his lips to your pussy. The rain having a short pause to your relief, before your mind is taking to his tongue swirling against your nub. But when it enters to slide against your walls your fingers rush to his hair. As he tongue fucks you, you let words spill that your sure is inaudible. Your mind being swarmed with an impending orgasm at the skill of his tongue. The view not helping the situation as you take him in. His dampened hair at the return of the rain still dripping as it runs down his face. His eyes glazed over as he’s in heaven toying with his prey. The sharp jawline in view as you watch him move to get closer within you. Thighs trembling once more it signals your close need to cum. Instead his removal let’s you burn further in a much more desperate need.

However, what he does next surprises you as he grabs his phone dialling away. “You want a treat?” You heard him smirk to the stranger he just video called. Not knowing what collapsed more your heart, expression or heat when you hear who’s on the other end. You had spoken about him watching you fuck knowing your crush on him when you was younger. But you never knew he would actually make it become reality especially on his own birthday. “Oh she does look delicious doesn’t she,” Hoyoung said smirking into the screen as he throws his hands threw his blonde hair. “Wait let me get you under the umbrella,” Dongheon said passing you the phone as he gets up to reach for it, feeling it start to rain heavier. “Fuck her good Hyung, I want to see her a whimpering mess,” Hoyoung said running his tongue down his inner cheek. “You let him fuck you good baby,” he coos as you hear him unzip his pants, preparing to relieve himself at the show Dongheon clearly wants him to witness. “I don’t hear a yes,” Hoyoung complains as you respond immediately. “Hey did you forget who’s your daddy,” Dongheon growls squeezing your cheeks with his fingers before snatching the phone. Placing the device on a chair in the garden covered by an umbrella, he lets his boxers fall showing his cock to spring, showing off.

You hear Hoyoung hum excitedly as he sits on the ground, patting his lap for you to join. “Bring those strawberry’s with you,” he orders as you obey. “Impale that pretty pussy of yours,” he demands as you gulp in anticipation. Sinking yourself down on him you both hiss till your still full of his cock. “Right you can’t moan or nothing, pure silence,” he demands as you look at him in horror. You know your very vocal when having sex and that this task will be very hard. “I’ll be a good boyfriend and help you out,” he said cupping your face sweetly with a tone that told you he was plotting. Taking the bowl from you he places it beside him. Popping a strawberry into your mouth you look at him confused. “Don’t eat them, they’re to stuff your face to keep those moans at bay,” he said placing another. “How?” You muffle as the third enters. “Because if you try the juices will flow down and I will have to torture you more,” he said looking at the flogger. He continued to fill your mouth till he knew you was stuffed as you struggled to remember to breathe through your nose.

“You can start riding me now,” he said swatting your ass. Setting a pace you felt the pain in your knees from the ground beginning to make yourself sore. But it was better to focus on that source of pain then the excitement that was beginning to fill you. However, the pain seemed to highten your senses, you could feel the drips of the strawberry juice flowing down your chin, clearly showing your struggles. “Oh princess your failing miserably,” he coo’s as you increase your speed. Your walls clenching around him from the view of his soaking wet dripping hair has moans escape from his own.

“Fuck this,” you hear him curse as he pulls you off him. You chomp the strawberry’s in your mouth instantly, regretting as you splutter from it going down the wrong hole. “Oh you didn’t,” Dongheon growls and you know instantly your in trouble as you try to enjoy the fruit juices remaining. You watch as he drags a box near the camera where you can see Hoyoung pumping himself on the screen.

Wiping the juice from your face he offers you his hand dragging you to throw you over the box. Hoyoung’s face is the only one you can view now. You hear him move to collect some items and you can already feel the flogger is one of them. Shoving more strawberry’s into your mouth you watch Hoyoung smirk into the screen, his cock throbbing in his hand. You’ve barely caught your breath when he slams into you from behind. The flogger hitting your ass as you yelp crushing some strawberry’s in your mouth. “Fuck,” you hear Hoyoung hiss as he pumps himself faster. Dongheon increases his speed, the moans failing to be held as you become a red stained dribbling mess. The swipes of the flogger against your skin doing little to control you. The burn isn’t painful now and instead has made you Extra sensitive. He realises his failing in his control of you and the situation, making him yank you up. Hands grasping around your neck your hands lap over his big manly ones, which has you moan louder. His slams become more harsher as he chases his own high. “Fuck Hyung she looks so good, shit I’m about to cum,” Hoyoung cry’s down the phone. Hoyoung moans mixed with Dongheon is driving you crazy and your walls are quivering around his cock. Dongheon’s grip around your neck tightens as you both hear Hoyoung’s release. your eyes watching the juices of his cum coat his hand as his body relaxes into the chair. Dongheon’s lips pressing into your neck biting, which causes you to yelp, crushing the remaining strawberry’s in your mouth. The image to an outsider would be that he was a vampire. Due to the view of dripping juices coating his hand around your throat and dripping down towards your navel, making you a sticky mess. But the image clearly was encouraging his high as you could feel his voice tremble. Whimpers of your name fall in to your ear as he fucks the remaining thrusts he has into you with intense speed. The mixture of sounds helping you to fall off yours as you convulse milking the remaining drops from him inside you.

Releasing his hands, you drop to the box you was pressed against, panting as you fight for air from the intense orgasm. “Princess,” Dongheon says kissing your back gently. “Baby,” you say catching your breath. He pulls you to him as you coat him in the stickiness too. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said sweetly as he kisses your lips as you lightly chuckle exhausted. “No baby, you didn’t. I had fun experimenting with you on your birthday,” you sigh feeling your eyes feeling heavy. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” he smiles at you adoringly as the rain starts to ease off.

Before you can leave you can hear Hoyoung yawning in the background and you remember your being witnessed right now. “Night Hoyoung,” you smile as Dongheon waves before ending the call. “Come on,” Dongheon smirked pulling you back in to get you cleaned up.

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restlessmaknae · 2 years ago

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the right one

You don’t have a plus one for the prom-themed uni party you’re organising as a member of the student council, but Dongheon sets you up with Hoyoung who might actually become more than just a stranger who saves you from boredom during that night.

➳ Characters: uni student!Hoyoung x uni student!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, comedy, university au

➳ Words: 6.3k

➳ Warning: -

➳ Taglist: @dat-town

➳ A/N: I don’t know about you, but Hoyoung radiates warmth and comfort to me, so here’s a really cute and comforting story for you all. I hope it brings you some joy. ❤️

Sometimes, you wish for nothing more than to just lie down, close your eyes and rest for about a few days before any duty calls you ever again. Obviously, you can’t do that when you’re in finals week, and you’re also in the last stage of the university party preparation that you - alongside the other student council members - would want to make as enjoyable as possible.

Thankfully, the head of the student council - Lee Dongheon - is as prompt as always, and as the Leadership and Management master student as he is, he manages the preparation to the best of his ability. That doesn’t mean that everything goes as smoothly as you’ve wanted to, starting from the fact that you had to go buy half of the decorations in person a day before because the party props company can’t deliver in time due to high demand, not to mention the DJ you’ve invited falling ill and having to find someone to take his place a few days ago and some other, mild mishaps along the way.

After a poll that you’ve sent out to all students, it was decided that the student council would organise a prom-themed party, so it would be a more formal event which students can dress up for, come together with their significant order or just enjoy themselves with their friends as their requested song is being played by the DJ.

Though for that to happen, you really need to be done with the decorations as fast as possible, so you should probably stop overcatastrophising everything and finally put on that garland that you’ve been holding in your hand for the past few minutes.

“Hey! Need some help with that?” As expected, Dongheon is right there in a second with a small ladder in one hand, pointing at the decoration in your hand.

“Oh, thanks. I think I’ll manage. I was just waiting for you to finish with that side, so that I could have the ladder.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Don’t want a petite girl to suffer without a ladder,” Dongheon teases like the jokester he is, but you can’t be mad at him even if you hold your hand up as if you were about to hit him in the shoulder.

“Not everyone is as much of a giant as you are,” you counter-attack, a light laugh escaping your lips as you two exchange a glance before Dongheon sets up the ladder, putting it close to the wall, so that you would have an easier time assembling the decoration.

“So, do you already have your plus one for the prom?” The head of the student council asks casually as he’s holding the ladder, so that it would stay secure while you’re standing on it.

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend,” you answer nonchalantly as you attach a set of garlands to the wall. You turn back to look at him, motioning to him to hold up another set of garlands for you, but he’s too busy whining.

“Oh, come on! You’ve really organised this whole party just for others to enjoy?”

“I’ll go with my friends, that’s fine,” you reassure him firmly because you really don’t mind not having a plus one even though Yerin would go with Minchan and Hari would probably leave your side 5 seconds into arrival because she’s on a lookout for hot single guys on campus. That’s fine though; you’ve organised this whole prom-themed party with couples and singles in mind, so you can just sip on your punch by the corner and monitor if everything’s going fine.

“Now, the garlands,” you emphasise, and Dongheon lets out a semi-exaggerated sigh before reaching into the nearby box and giving you another set of garlands while you’re moving with the ladder alongside the wall.

You - very wrongly - assume that he will just let it slide, but about a paper lantern and a star-shaped decoration later, he suddenly speaks up.

“I’ll get you a plus one. You’re in your second year, right?” He asks even though Dongheon knows such information about everyone in the student council like the back of his hand. He even knows your birthdays which is pretty nice of him because he always gets something small for everyone. On the flipside, when he’s upset or dissatisfied with something, no one dares to speak to him because he’s like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s nice most of the time, so it’s not that big of a deal (and he’s definitely not as scary as rumours make him out to be).

“Yeah.”

“Good. I have a friend in second year who probably doesn’t have a date either. He’s always too busy taking care of others instead of himself,” he chatters with a reprimanding edge to his tone as if it was something horrendous.

“Sounds a lot like you.”

“Hey! You don’t want to see the currently dying plants in my room, okay?” Dongheon replies in a semi-serious state, but you both find yourself smiling afterwards. You turn back to the wall to attach a paper heart and as you do so, you blurt out:

“You don’t have to do that though. I’m fine without a guy.”

“Weeell, but I’ve really wanted to set him up for some time, and he’s a great guy, I promise,” he mentions, and it’s like he’s justifying himself already, and he’s so dramatic about it - all puppy eyes and pouts and a disheartened tone - as if his life depended on it. Knowing him, he probably does have sleepless nights over not being able to set up one of his friends with anyone.

“Fiiiine,” you say and let out a long sigh, getting off the leader in the meantime. As you reach the ground, you turn to face the now-grinning Dongheon. “But only if he wants to do it himself.”

“He’s dying to come, I can confirm.”

And so that’s a deal. Two days before the actual prom, Dongheon gives you the guy’s number, so that you could message each other and find each other on the day of the party, but little do you know, that night turns out way more different than you would have imagined.

When the results of the poll came back, and it turned out that most students voted for a prom-themed uni party at the end of the spring semester, you didn’t think much of it. Yet, as you’re looking down at your plain dress and your flat-heeled shoes because there’s no way you would spend hours in high heels, you feel a bit out of place. This party doesn’t seem like somewhere you belong, and you start to get extra anxious as you’re waiting for your plus one by the noticeboard in the hallway (a convenient place to meet up because probably nobody waits here other than you).

Dongheon has told you that his friend - Bae Hoyoung - is a really nice guy, he’s kind and considerate and very loving towards his younger friends, so he thinks you couldn’t have ended up with a better plus one. You don’t know how much of it is exaggeration when he claims that Hoyoung is a real gentleman and a handsome one on top of that because Dongheon likes to exaggerate, but you let him be.

No matter how cool his friend is based on the texts you exchange before the party, you start to question why you’ve decided to give in even though your friends were so happy to hear that you were about to meet a boy. Though the chances were very low that you would end up keeping in touch with your plus one after the event because you’ve never been lucky with boys, so why would he be an exception?

No wonder you find yourself nibbling on your lower lip as you’re waiting for Hoyoung, both anxious and restless, but when he walks up to you in a gorgeous suit and casual Converse sneakers (they at least match the black and white colour of his pants and shirt), you become a bit speechless. Surely, you have seen his profile picture on Kakaotalk, but that doesn’t do justice to how tall he is in real life, and you certainly didn’t notice the cute moles dotting his face on that picture as opposed to now. Even his smile is light like a feather, and the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen when he’s smiling makes your heart take a silly little turn.

“Hey!” He greets you in a friendly manner, coming to a halt beside you. He’s towering above you a bit, but it’s not in an intimidating way, so you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Hi!” You greet him back, feeling a bit silly over checking him out from head to toe a moment ago. What can you do though? His profile picture isn’t a full-body one. In fact, half of the picture isn’t even him but a white furball, probably his dog, so you could only see his face in the photo.

“Sorry about the shoes. I forgot that I don’t have dress shoes with me in the dorms,” he apologises immediately as he’s looking down at his pair of Converse.

“Oh, it’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it! It’s not like I dressed up as if I came to a real prom.”

“You look pretty,” he blurts out casually, but your lips part in bewilderment because you didn’t see such a comment coming so soon, and you need to remind yourself to function properly. You end up mumbling something akin to a thanks, and prompt you two to step inside the gym hall where the party takes place.

It turns out that the gym hall is packed with people, so much that you feel like you step on someone’s shoes every second as you’re trying to get closer to the centre of it with Hoyoung by your side. Which is great because it means you didn’t work for nothing, but it also means that you have a hard time finding any spot where you can dance without worrying about bumping into someone’s back or chest, and even when you do, it’s almost impossible to keep up a conversation because the music is so loud.

You dance for a bit though without saying a word, but it gets a bit awkward just smiling at each other and trying to move left and right without smacking someone, and you can feel that Hoyoung is thinking the same. You didn’t really come here just to dance, you aren’t even that good at it, but it’s impossible to do anything else because of the loud music.

“Don’t you want to-” You start saying, leaning closer to him, so that he could hear what you say, and he’s doing the same, so your faces are only inches apart. You blink rapidly, gulping down the nervous knot in your throat, trying not to pay too much attention to his beautiful, warm orbs that remind you of fall: of colourful leaves creating a carpet under your feet, of a cup of warm tea on a chilly night, of the smell of summer parting and a new season coming up and the bittersweet feeling of the cycle of nature moving forwards.

Your breath hitches in your throat for a moment because he does have beautiful eyes, and it’s hard to look away because they are like a magnet, but you’re saved by the boy’s question, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he’s leaning towards your ear.

“Should we go outside?” He asks with a raised voice, trying to speak over the volume of the currently blasted song.

You nod immediately, then turn around to leave the dance floor. As you’re doing so, you check back from time to time to see if Hoyoung’s still following you and you haven’t lost him in the meantime, and the third time you do so, you end up colliding with someone. You and the stranger both apologise, so you can move on, but you feel Hoyoung’s fingers over your wrist, giving it a slight pressure, his eyes asking if you’re okay when you look at him.

You try to reassure him with a bob of your head and a friendly smile, and thankfully, there are no further mishaps as you’re making your way outside of the hall. You just get to the corridor when you catch sight of Dongheon checking something on his phone while walking towards the doors of the gym hall. He only looks up when Hoyoung says hi, but when he does, boy, he’s grinning.

“Hey, you two! Is everything alright?”

“Apart from the music causing us ear damage?” Hoyoung replies immediately, his tone semi-playful. Dongheon’s smile falters a bit but only a tiny bit.

“Oh no! I’ve told the dude to keep the volume at a decent level,” he shakes his head in disapproval, and you can already foresee the master student’s first to-do when he gets inside the gym hall. “Anyways, where are you going?” He quirks an eyebrow, curious, and it’s you this time who answers him.

“Just somewhere where we can talk, I guess?” You say, a bit uncertain, sending a side-glance in Hoyoung’s direction who reassuringly smiles back at you. You immediately find yourself mirroring his action, and it may be because of this or the fact that you two are leaving the main party to have a conversation, but the head of the student council is more than delighted either way.

“Ooooh, you’re talking now!” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as if it could mean anything. “That’s great! Well, have fun!” He wishes with a wide grin, and as he’s walking past you two, he pats Hoyoung’s shoulder. You furrow your eyebrows, look at the boy beside you, and giggle when you see his reaction.

“He’s just weird,” he mentions as if that could explain anything, but even his lips curl upwards. Considering how Dongheon has said that he has wanted to set up his friend with someone for a long time now, you can guess why he might be like an excited parent who sends his kids off to school, realising how much they’ve grown up, but you try to tell yourself that it’s nothing like that. You would just merely prefer talking somewhere quiet instead of being smacked every second by someone around you and completely not hearing the other because the DJ is too loud.

“Soooo… should we walk in the park beside campus or…” Your voice trails off by the end, and you expectantly look at the pitch-black haired boy beside you, hoping that he might help you out.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He nods, smiling, and it’s really adorable how his eyes become little crescents when he does so, his dimples deepening. You’ve always had a thing for dimples, and you can’t help but smile widely at him when his dimples literally pop out. You need to remind yourself not to stare too much at him, so you focus on your steps instead, looking ahead of you as you’re making your way to the nearby park.

The park which you’ve agreed on is only a few-minute walk from the main building of your campus, and given the later hour and the fact that the students who want to be at school right now are in the gym hall, not a lot of people roam around in the park. While it’s not prohibited for non-students to enter it, the majority of people are still students. No wonder why because it’s such a picturesque sight with the little lake in the middle of it with some ducks, the colourfully painted benches and the vividly green grass where groups can have lovely picnics in the shade of the magnificent oak trees.

“I love coming here, especially during exam season. It seems like such a different world from campus even though it’s so close. It’s good to clear your mind sometimes like this,” Hoyoung muses out loud, and you don’t even think twice before you say:

“Exactly! I totally feel the same way,” you mention enthusiastically, and you immediately feel so silly for sounding so pumped up even though the boy beside you is nothing but kind. He might look intimidating to others with his elegantly parted, pitch-black hair, the sharpness of his jawline and his mature features, but when he smiles, his whole face lights up, and his voice is full of life when he speaks.

“So Dongheon has said that you two work together in the student council.”

“Oh yeah. We know each other from there,” you bob your head, remembering back to the first time you met him, and how he has helped you with a lot of academic-stuff, especially when you just joined the council in your first year. “I’ve thought that he’s a really strict and stern guy, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth,” you admit with a little giggle that the boy simply mirrors.

“I can see why. Even when he has his neutral face, he looks a bit intimidating, but really, he’s just a big baby. Sometimes I feel like I’m the older one out of the two of us,” Hoyoung laughs a joyous laughter, and you join him, letting the early summer night carry the sound of your laughter around the park.

You let silence cover you for some time, but it’s not embarrassing or awkward. It’s more than comforting, actually. Yet, now that you’ve brought up Dongheon who has actually set you two up, you can’t help but ask:

“Why is he so obsessed with setting you up?”

“That’s a good question.” Hoyoung chuckles. “He’s just like ‘oh, Hoyoung, dude, you deserve a girl, I’ll get you one’ because he thinks I spend too much time helping others when in fact I think I just do things because they are the bare minimum?” He mimics Dongheon’s tone and it’s so hilarious, you laugh out loud. Then, he goes on to explain that it might be because he’s learned how to help others because he has 5 siblings, so he knows the importance of assisting others without being directly asked to. It makes sense, but at the same time, you’re truly in awe, and you’re sure that he’s a great brother himself.

However, as you talk about your families and non-existent love life that Dongheon likes to point out, you have a question on your mind, and you decide to blurt it out in the end:

“Do you feel like you need someone in your life?”

“Well, that’s a complex question,” the boy starts with a tilt of his head, contemplating.

“Says the Sociology major, I see,” you mention, and gosh, when have you turned playful? Hoyoung doesn’t mind though, in fact, he gives you a dimpled smile before his features smoothen out and his tone becomes more serious.

“I don’t really feel like there’s this void that needs to be filled with someone’s presence, you know?” He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod. “I believe that a romantic relationship should be about having someone to rely on, having someone you can take care of and feeling safe and comfortable beside them instead of feeling like they are your whole world, so when they may leave, your whole world shatters. It may sound egoistic but I feel this way, and for that reason, I don’t feel like I’m missing someone from my life, but it’s not that I would object if I fell in love.”

His words are mature and articulate, and you don’t know why, but you get surprised by how aware he is of his own feelings. You know how in today’s society, you’re almost being looked down on if you don’t have a significant other because it might indicate that you aren’t good enough, and a lot of people actively look for love because of that. There’s nothing wrong with looking for love, but just like the boy has said, you aren’t of the same opinion as others.

“No, no, that’s something I can relate to. I mean…” You decide to put in your two cents whilst you’re at it, but you need a few more seconds to put together your reasoning. “I’ve had crushes in the past, but my crushes never liked me back, and if I had let the rejections get to me, I would have felt really unlovable and probably would still do so. So I also think that preserving your autonomy while still being open to let someone in is what’s probably the healthiest option for me.”

You believe in love, you really do, but your experience has proven to you that you’re good the way you are, and you shouldn’t let others’ lack of romantic feelings towards you change anything about your self-worth. Especially because you can’t force feelings onto someone, you know that all too well.

“It’s not your fault that they didn’t like you back. The right one will do so,” Hoyoung adds gently, and you feel your heart thaw at his words. When you look him in the eyes, you can see the small version of the moon reflecting in his deep, dark orbs, and you think it’s beautiful; how he shines like sunshine with the moon in his eyes.

“It got deep pretty quickly, didn’t it?” The boy chuckles, breaking the precious moment, but you don’t even mind because you’re sure your feelings are written all over your face, so you’re glad when you can talk about topics other than love.

As you continue your stroll, accompanied by the slight buzz of the party and the sounds of the city that never sleeps, you end up talking about why you have joined the student council and stories regarding Dongheon and his student council duties, Hoyoung calling his friend out, saying that Dongheon usually calls him to vent to him when something goes wrong. Then, you also talk about your majors, why you’ve chosen them, whether you like them or not and what your favourite classes are this semester, and it’s lovely listening to someone who’s so curious and intellectual and able to share his opinion without putting down the other’s.

When you reach the lake, you stop for a while and sit down on a bench, and your heart yet again skips a beat when Hoyoung covers your legs with his suit jacket. Gosh, Dongheon was actually right about him being a real gentleman and taking extra care of others! Still, the gesture makes you blush really hard, so you’re glad that the nearby lamp posts radiate only dim lights because you wouldn’t want the boy to see your burgundy face.

Yet, getting away from the party means getting away from the food and drinks, so since you’ve already walked further from the gym hall, you don’t go back for that, you opt for a café on campus instead. While waiting for your sandwiches and drinks and while eating, you continue talking about common topics, but with him, even those seem special because he’s actually interested in your answer, and ready to share his opinion. It’s not a forced small talk you’re so terrible at, it’s actually an active conversation, and you have a hard time believing that you can feel this way around someone even if you’ve met him for the first time.

No wonder you feel the need to express your gratitude towards the boy when you finish your dinner and head to the dorms together.

“Well, I’ve really enjoyed today. I think our kind of prom was better than the actual one.”

“I promise I won’t tell Dongheon that you’ve said this,” Hoyoung jokes, making you laugh, and it’s such a lovely way to end this lovely night. You don’t have high hopes or anything of the sort for whatever that is between you and the boy, but your smile is genuine when later on, you wave him goodbye as you’re heading towards your room, and you know well that you wouldn’t have traded your kind of prom for anything else.

Dongheon might not have heard what you’ve said about the prom, but he has sure heard that you had a good time with his friend (from both Hoyoung and you), so he casually sends some so-called boyfriend material photos of his friend over to you one day without any explanation, and when you ask him why, he merely sends a shrugging emoji. You guess that he hasn’t been subtle to his friend either because Hoyoung ends up messaging you a few hours later, telling you not to take Dongheon seriously no matter what he says about him or what he sends.

“He just sent me some ‘boyfriend material’ photos of you. Wanna see them?”

“I’m going to strangle him one day, but sure.”

So you send him those pictures, mainly of him sipping on something at a café while looking out of the window dreamily, walking down the street in a puffy coat and a scarf, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood over his head and holding a painting in his hands as if he was trying to show it off. Along the way, he ends up telling you stories that are related to the pictures, you even get to know that he painted that landscape in his hands, it was actually a painting workshop with an instructor during last semester, and when Dongheon asked what he did over the weekend, and he told the older boy about it, he was very keen on seeing the final product, so he sent the pic over to him.

“I didn’t think that he would keep them. :(”

“Now you know. Better be careful from now on.”

You type and send him an emoji where one of the Kakaotalk characters pat the other on the back, and you get a hugging emoji in return, and you’re so shocked that for a moment, you completely freeze.

“Oh, my bad, that was by accident. I’ve wanted to send this one.”

He replies a few seconds later with an emoji that’s bowing and thank you is written over its head. You tell him that he shouldn’t worry, but you need some serious amount of time to calm down your nerves.

It’s fun though, things fall back into normal afterwards, and actually, it’s not even that weird talking to the boy yet again. It almost seems natural, and since you two are both busy university students finishing finals, it’s not like you’re bombarding each other with messages. Yet, you can’t deny that you get an instant serotonin boost whenever you see that he has messaged you, and soon enough, your friends start teasing you about it. Yerin is being her kindest self as always, telling you just how much you would deserve a guy who likes you back while Hari starts moping that Dongheon should set her up with someone if he has so many single friends because he needs a boyfriend ASAP.

You tell them that it’s not like that, you’re just getting to know each other, but it seems awfully like a crush yet again, especially when summer break comes, and you two keep messaging each other. When the fall semester comes, you can’t wait to see him face-to-face, so when you manage to bump into him in the hallway or he lands Dongheon something in the student council office and you’re there, you feel like a silly high school student yet again, fanning over her first crush.

Then, he asks if you could take part in a project he’s doing for one of his classes and he needs to have interviews with students on how their childhood experiences shaped the way they feel towards socialising as they grow older, and in return, he treats you to a thank you lunch a few days later. After that, you lose track of the times you meet up, let it be for a quick lunch break between classes, studying together in the library or just randomly bumping into him in the hallway.

While getting to know each other through messages, random meet-ups and sometimes Dongheon’s intervening, you feel yourself falling for him more and more. You can’t help it, but this time, instead of falling head first, it seems like you’re falling gradually, and you don’t know which one is scarier. So you just let it be, enjoying your time beside the boy until you’re sure of his feelings towards you, and as time goes by, you’re less and less scared of falling.

With you two staying in contact over the weeks and all throughout the fall semester, it’s no surprise that Hoyoung knows when you take your exams, but you wish he didn’t remember so well when you feel under the weather after taking one of your exams, sitting on the top of the service stairs that not so many people frequent. That’s exactly what you need right now, and even when he messages you, asking about the exam and you tell him that you might have failed it, you don’t expect him to actually show up when he asks where you are.

There he is though, standing in front of you, eyes shining with worry as he’s looking back at you. You look down at your shoes instead, not ready to mope or vent to him. You see from the corner of your eyes when he moves towards you and sits down beside you, letting out a long sigh.

“What do you do when you want to cheer yourself up?”

“I watch funny videos sometimes,” you mumble under your breath, but you don’t feel like doing so now. You feel the need to cry, but no tears come out. Maybe it’s because you’re also partly angry, not just disappointed.

“Well…” He grits through his teeth as he’s thinking. “I’ll show you something better,” he announces, determined, as he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, taking his phone out. You turn your head to look at him, slightly curious despite your state, and when he glances sideways and catches your eyes on him, his lips curl up a bit.

He turns back to his phone though and taps a few times on the screen before sitting closer to you and placing his phone in between you two, so that you could see what it is about. You immediately feel your features softening up when you catch sight of the fluffball on the screen.

“My sister said that she was trying to teach Deulle a trick, but it didn’t quite work out,” Hoyoung explains, smiling, as the video shows his sister’s dog going in circles around a small object that it’s supposed to jump over. The female voice in the video practically begs the dog to just jump, but instead, Deulle stops, staring at its owner, blinking frequently as if it doesn’t understand what’s going on. It’s going on for a few more times with the dog almost jumping over the object once, but in the end, it just decides to lie down on the grass, completely exhausted.

By the end of the video, there’s an evident smile in the corner of your lips, and seeing that, Hoyoung’s shoulders drop in ease.

“You’re too nice,” you blurt out, touched by the way he came over to cheer you up despite him having an exam a bit later. “You’re too good for me,” you admit, letting the words slip without thinking twice. It’s true though; ever since you’ve met him, you feel like you don’t deserve him, and in moments like this, you feel it even more intensively.

“Don’t say that,” the boy objects immediately, turning towards you with his whole body. Since he has scooted closer to you, so that you could look at his phone from up close, you two are pretty close to each other, but instead of intimidating, his closeness makes you feel comforted. To know that he’s just an arm length away. “You’ve also been there for me every time I was down in the past few months. It’s what people do when they care about each other,” he explains as if it was something so easy to say out loud, but he seems sincere nevertheless.

You don’t say anything, your heart is too burdened for that, so you just keep looking at him. He scoots a bit closer to you, slowly and gently, leaning closer to look you in the eyes. You feel bashful under his stare, but you don’t dare to look away.

“What is it about?” Hoyoung asks gently, his words barely a whisper. With no one around you since you’re sitting on the staircase leading up to the staff room, you feel like this moment is yours only. Something so precious yet so fragile, something that could easily break into tiny little pieces in a matter of seconds. “Do you feel this way because you might have failed your test, and you think you could appear less of a good person to me because of that?”

“I-” You start to protest, but you can’t find the right words to say. You look away, frustrated over not being able to put your feelings into words, but when you look back at him, he’s looking at you as patient as ever. “I think I just feel like… you know, there must have been something wrong with me, some flaws why people I liked in the past didn’t like me back, and I guess, I don’t know… It just crossed my mind that maybe one day you would see that too because I do that. When one thing goes wrong, I overcatastrophise and feel that everything could go wrong and I just… Gosh, that’s why I like being alone at times like this,” you rumble on and on, and by the end, you feel yourself tearing up, and you feel so pathetic, it’s not how you’ve expected this day to go.

You sniffle as you look away from him, not being able to bear his ever so warm eyes. You hate being vulnerable beside others, and it’s not like failing a test is a really big thing. Sure, it might be your first time failing an exam, but there are people out there with bigger problems, and you feel like a fraud mopping over your life in comparison to that. Plus, just as you’ve said, when this happens, suddenly you feel like a failure, someone who can’t do anything, who’s not worth anything, and a lot of times, a good cry helps to soothe your nerves, but you don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want to appear silly and overly emotional.

“I could bring up some theories and tell you how what you’re feeling is completely fine because I guess that’s what a Sociology major should do,” he interrupts your guilt tripping train of thoughts, and it works, you’re so surprised by his words that you find yourself completely frozen, the tears not coming out. He really has a way to shift the mood with his words, and you’re both in awe and in shock. “Let me tell you instead that if someone doesn’t like you because you’re flawed just as we all are, then you’re better off without them. It won’t stop me from liking you though.”

Now you’re even more surprised than before, and your eyes must be super wide when you turn your head towards him because his facial expression turns from stern to gentle instead. He looks away for a bit, scratching the back of his neck a bit sheepishly before looking back at you, ruffling his hair afterwards. You’ve noticed that he tends to do something with his hands when he gets nervous, and he’s trying to busy his hands today too, and you wonder just how much it must have taken him to say those words out loud. This time, it’s not the moon you see in his eyes but your own tiny reflection, and you also wonder how he really sees you.

“I’m being sincere,” he adds quietly yet confidently. He gulps once before he continues, and you can literally feel the same kind of nervousness he does, your heart threatening to jump out of your rib cage, so expectant and so giddy. “I like you, and I was trying to tell you for some time, but I guess I’ve waited for the right time, and this is definitely not the right time, not even the right place,” he points out sheepishly as he looks around once, and it’s so true, you find a small giggle bubbling up in your throat. He follows, and gosh, it’s so awkward yet it’s so right. You wouldn’t have had it another way.

“Thank you,” you say as you crush him into a hug, feeling bold and confident and all that. You aren’t even sure that it’s you anymore, but he has just confessed that he likes you! He actually likes you. “Thank you for liking me back,” you mumble into his neck as you’re hugging him, and you can feel his arms coming up to your back, closing his arms around you, tight and safe, comforting and warm as if he was trying to whisper it’s all okay, he’s right there with you.

Even though you could only hope that he would be right when he said that the right one would like you back, now you know that he wasn’t lying. Let you be silly or overly emotional, he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, his love towards you just grows even more.

Because he’s the right one for you. Now you know.

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luckybelbell · 3 years ago

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My bae <3

pairing: bae hoyoung x reader

genre: fluff(?)

warning: its my first time so its bad :’)

You were dancing sillily at the living room listening to your favorite song when you heard a soft chuckle behind you. Turning around, you met your boyfriend adoring eyes and a sweet smile. “Hey honey”, Hoyoung said after giving a peck on your lips, hands on your waist. “You’re so energetic this morning, what’s the occasion sweetheart?” hearing the nickname, your heart melt. Hoyoung love to call you with all kind of nicknames, which give you butterflies in your stomach.

“It’s your off day!” you said grinning widely. The boys just finished their promotion period which also means you got to spend more time with your boyfriend. It’s been a while since you and Hoyoung got to spend the time together. Hoyoung look at you fondly. He misses you so much but both of you agreed to not meet each other too often during promotion period. Kissing your forehead, he said “My baby must have plan for today, right?” You nodded, then dragged him to the kitchen. “Let’s have breakfast first!”

It was just a simple plan, going to convenience store to buy some snack and ice cream, and cuddling while watching horror movie. Just that. But why does that make you feel in cloud nine. Intertwined hands and sharing blanket, you love his warmth. Both of you love this and wishing that this moment will never end.

Out of sudden, Hoyoung kissed your cheeks making you blush. “What was that for?” you asked, cupping your now blushed face. “For being mine.” he said flashing his cute smile. You don’t know what to reply, so you just kissed his dimple. Surprised at first, but Hoyoung then cupped your face and press his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and soft. He pulled away and hug you tightly. “I love you y/n”. “I love you too, my bae”.

And just like that, you guys cuddled for the whole day and end up sleeping early on the couch of the living room.

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thenamesseven · 4 years ago

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For the prompt Can you do verivery hoyoung with 4 and 50 please ? thanks

Seeing Hoyoung dressed in a tailored suit might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen You were unable to take your eyes off your boyfriend as he talked with his friends during dinner, every time he looked at you, your stomach turned, with every smile your legs pressed together and with every teasing wink he threw your way, your heart skipped a beat.

“Like what you see?” He asked when he leaned closer to you, chuckling when your cheeks blushed as soon as one of his hands landed on your exposed thigh.

“Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you” You replied jokingly, trying to soothe the dense sexual tension between the two of you.

Hoyoung laughed, throwing his head back as he squeezed your thigh tighter. “One more cheesy line” He started off, turning serious as he looked into your eyes “And I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

Damn, you were in for a long night.

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milkybonya · 4 years ago

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Healing Prince Hoyoung

Warnings: mentions of injury/blood, food

Pairing: Hoyoung x reader

Summary: he finds you with your injured feet and tries to help you

[a/n]: this is what i wish happened when i left my friends’ house with bleeding feet a few days ago :”)

Set to meet some friends that you hadn’t seen in a while, you were running late, so you grabbed the first pair of shoes you could find and ran out. They were a pair that you hadn’t worn in a long time, but one that you cherished all the same.

Things were fine at first. You were able to meet your friends at their home and you were getting ready to leave together so you could buy some snacks to eat while watching movies.

Then, things weren’t so fine.

The back of your ankles, right above the heels of your feet, were burning. You knew what this pain was. Your shoes were rubbing up against your ankles in a bad way, so it was probably gnawing away at the skin.

Not wanting to dampen your friends’ spirits, you continued to limp behind them and grit your teeth through the pain. Continuing to tell yourself that you were almost there only got you as far as the store. There was no way you would be able to continue walking in those shoes all the way back to your friends’ home.

So you carefully slipped the back of your feet out of your shoes and continued to walk around like that. It was crinkling the back of your shoes, since you were stepping on them, but that didn’t matter. Your ankles weren’t screaming out for help anymore, and that was what mattered.

Back at your friends’ house, you slipped off your shoes and noticed the blood on your cream-coloured socks. Darn, you thought.

Your home being quite far from your friends’, you had to continue to the bus stop while wearing your shoes in a strange way: with your ankles exposed.

It felt like you were walking in high heels and you managed to get used to it, but you pitied yourself a little. You wondered if the people on the bus and on the streets had noticed the blood on your socks, the weird way you were wearing your shoes and all of your limping. You hoped not.

Getting off of your first bus, you waited at the empty bus station for the next one. Playing music through your earphones to pass the time while you sat down, you didn’t notice the dark haired boy in all black who slowed his walking pace as he approached you. You were staring ahead while he was glancing at you, wringing his hands with his eyes full of pity.

He lightly tapped your shoulder.

“Excuse me,” he said.

You pulled out your earphones, a little annoyed by the fact that you had to stop listening at the song’s best part.

The boy kneeled down before you, taking you by surprise as his backpack slid off his shoulders. You wondered what he was up to as he lifted one of your feet up.

“Your feet are bleeding,” he said, pointing to the back of your ankle with a pitying smile on his face.

“I know...” you said, laughing slightly.

“I always carry a first aid kit with me, would you mind if I helped you out?” he asked, already opening his bag. When you nodded, he quickly reached for the first aid kit, not wanting to waste time.

“I could see the blood from a mile away,” he said, gently removing the sock that was stuck to your foot. It revealed the raw, rubbed away skin at your ankle.

“I didn’t think anyone would notice,” you said. “Or at least I hoped.”

“Well it’s good that I noticed,” he said, cleaning your ankle, making you wince.

His eyes immediately widened.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, did I press too hard?”

“No, it’s okay! Don’t worry.”

When he asked you why you had worn those shoes if they ended up hurting you, you laughed and told him that you had grabbed them in a rush.

“I’m not sure if they’ll fit, but maybe you could try wearing my shoes?” he asked, already beginning to slide one of his shoes off.

“No, it’s fine! You need your shoes,” you insisted. He had finished disinfecting your ankles and had wrapped them in a bandage. Now he was going to give you his shoes too?

He took both of his shoes off even when you tried to stop him by gently shaking his arms.

Kneeling down again, he slipped your shoes off your feet and replaced them with his. His black rubber boots didn’t fit perfectly, but they were okay and comfortable enough. Definitely better than your old shoes.

“Are you going to throw these away?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking your shoes in the air.

“I’ll hold onto them,” you said, grabbing them from his hands.

The boy sat next to you with nothing on his feet but his socks.

“I’m Hoyoung, by the way. You’re waiting for the 23, right?” he asked, shuffling his feet around.

“Yes, and nice to meet you! I’m [y/n],” you responded.

His soft smile warmed your heart even more on that summer evening.

“You’re not going to let me walk home in your shoes, right?” you asked him.

“Why not?” he challenged, cocking his head to the side.

“Because I’ll have no way of giving them back to you,” you pointed out.

Hoyoung slid his phone out of his pocket and began to unlock it.

“Maybe if you give me your phone number,” he said, placing his phone into your hand that was resting on your thigh. “We can arrange something.”

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qiankunslove · 2 years ago

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I need verivery moots :')

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slytherinshua · 1 year ago

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HOYOUNG HUSBAND HEADCANONS

genre. fluff. headcanons. househusband hoyoung we stan. warnings. kissing. not proofread cause i'm too lazy for that shit. pairing. husband!hoyoung x reader. wc. 1.3k. a/n. what is it w me and husband verivery brainrot recently it's actually so insane and not okay i need help. househusband hoyoung has been in my head ever since i saw him talk about it on weekly idol(?) its just been constant brainrot omg

Husband Hoyoung who loves to wake up with his arms wrapped around you

He loves everything about it— the way his body warmth mingles with yours and all he can feel in the moment is you with his head tucked into the crook of your neck

Once he’s awake enough he’ll start littering gentle kisses in that region, but while he’s still half asleep, he just breathes in your familiar scent and hugs you a bit tighter as he clings onto the last bit of sleep he’s going to get

If he wakes up and he can’t feel his arms wrapped around your waist, he’ll furrow his eyebrows in his still-sleepy state and try to blink open his eyes to figure out where you were if not in his arms

And if you’re still lying on the bed, he’ll reach out to pull you to his chest so he can try waking up again, this time with you properly nestled in between his strong arms

If you’ve already gotten up and are getting ready for the day in the bathroom he’ll be content to just watch you, still drowsy and blinking away the remaining sleep from his eyes

He’ll say good morning to you in his groggy deep morning voice that you find so endearing, but he doesn’t just say it for the sake of saying it— he really means it; every morning is a good morning when he can wake up next to you

He shakes off his sleepy state quickly, though, because morning usually mean you heading off to work fairly directly and he thinks that it’s his job as your husband to make you breakfast before you go

He’ll make whatever you ask for, and it always turns out delicious because he puts such dedication and love into his cooking— it’s his way of expressing some of his love for you

Though, he expresses it in many ways. In the gentle kisses he gives you in the morning before you leave for work, in the handmade meals he serves you for breakfast lunch and dinner, in the questions he always asks you after you get home from work

“Did you have a good day?” “No? What happened, love?” “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m always here for cuddles instead if that’s all you need.”

And you could never reject an offer to cuddle your husband because you love the way you fit perfectly in his arms even more than he does. Hugging Hoyoung is like a addiction, no matter how many times you do it, it gets better and better every time, and you doubt you could ever get tired of it

Hoyoung likes to have long conversations with you once you get back home. He always starts by asking how your day was to gauge how you might be feeling and what he can do to make you feel better if that’s what you need

But once he’s sure you’re feeling good, he’ll update you on what he’s accomplished that day. Whether it be domestic things like reorganising the guest room upstairs or deep-cleaning the kitchen, you always smile at how he tells you so eagerly

He’ll tell you about his daily outings to go shopping or walk around. He smiles as he tells you about the cute baby girl with pigtails he saw on his walk by the river and how she had given him a high-five and smiled so widely

And you can easily believe it because who wouldn’t smile at your sweet husband, Hoyoung?

You could easily listen to him talk all day, and when he fills you in on everything you’ve missed while at work, you can’t help but smile and relax and let his voice soothe you from the tiring day

Hoyoung really is the best thing to come home to after a long day. A warm dinner waiting made with love and a handsome husband to hug and kiss as soon as you walk through the door are all you could ever need

He learned how to get good at giving massages after one particularly tiring night when you came home and asked him for one. Now he does it like a routine— once you’re settled on the couch next to him, he’ll continue his discussions like usual with his hands going to work at rubbing out the knots that have formed throughout. And it’s really the nicest feeling in the world to be able to relax into his touch as if he has the power to erase every concern and worry that was rested heavily on your shoulders until that point

Sometimes you feel bad that you’re gone for most of the day, and yet, when you come back home after not seeing Hoyoung for the whole day, it’s still him that is doing things for you— feeding you, taking care of your exhausted body, giving you calming words of reassurance

But he assures you that it’s his favourite thing to do in the whole world and he’s just happy you’re back home, even if it means a little extra work for him

It feels imbalanced to you at times, but to Hoyoung, there’s a perfect balance between the two of you. In fact, he views his job as your husband to care for you, and he loves to know that he’s fulfilling his role as perfectly as he can

You like to thank him for everything he does for you in many ways, whether it be long hugs before you leave and after you come back, or leaving little notes around the house for him to find when he cleans later, or, his favourite, kissing him slowly and gently once you see him again

He loves to melt into your lips and savour the taste of your cherry lip balm— his hands sneaking to hold your waist in the most gentle touch that has you almost devastatingly in love with him. You’ll cup his cheek with your hand or comb your fingers through his hair while you kiss him, yours lips sending millions of thanks to him silently through the affectionate action

You love to watch as his dimples slowly grow on his cheeks as he laughs after a kiss. It’s just for a short moment, as if they just say a quick hi to you before they’re gone again as he’s pulling you back in for another kiss

And as you say thank you to him through the kiss, he’s saying I miss you and I love you and countless other enchanting messages to convey all his sentiments that have you only kissing him a bit harder and pulling him a bit closer

Hoyoung thinks that regular days are wonderful. He loves the routine of it all, and how much he can accomplish throughout the day while waiting to see you again, but he thinks that the rarer days are even more precious to him

The days where you don’t have anywhere to be and you can just stay with him

On these days, he’ll sleep in extra late with you, and spend even more time cuddling under the warmth of the blankets before finally pulling you both out from under the comfort to fill your stomachs and make plans for the day

These days are always reserved as date days

You like these days the most because they’re one of the only times that you can focus on spoiling Hoyoung instead of the other way around. Your entire attention is able to be on him and only him and you cherish it

He deserves to be on the receiving end of every bit of devotion he shows you daily, and you make sure to shower him with it all on days when you’re able to

That’s what you like most about your relationship, you’re always perfectly balanced. You and Hoyoung even each other out and fit together more perfectly than anyone else could for either of you, and you’re spent savouring every second you get to spend with him

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verrerdises · 4 months ago

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my house | verivery one shots masterlist

7 short fics inspired by verivery's "my house" performance cover ! all are SFW and mainly fluff.

rated 16+ for minor language throughout.

shangri-la | dongheon x reader

curtain call | hoyoung x reader

trust my love | minchan x reader

privacy | gyehyeon x reader

drunk-dazed | yeonho x reader

come hang out | yongseung x reader

adore u | kangmin x reader

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babysubinnie · 3 years ago

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hopelessly devoted // lee dongheon

👑 pairing:: lee dongheon x reader 👑 genre:: fluff 👑 summary:: overhearing the boy that you love talk to a girl about some girl that he fell in love with hurts. but overhearing this at a party makes it just five million times worse. ——————————————————————————

“we were never dating in the first place so it shouldn’t even matter to you.” i looked up in the direction of the kitchen to overhear the girl who was now screaming at what dongheon had just said to her. over all this loud ass music and the multiple people dancing in front of us, we still managed to hear that one sentence. i looked at hoyoung trying not to burst into laughter. he shook his head sitting next to me before whispering in my ear that i should cut it out.

“who is this girl?” i laughed putting my head on his shoulder when kangmin walked past to sit on my lap stretching out to lay his head on hoyoung’s lap. hoyoung put his arm around my shoulder resting his hand on my arm.

“who’s heon hyung talking to?” he looked up with his puppy eyes at the two of us and we shrugged then i glanced back up to look at dongheon.

“some girl that’s been hanging with heon. she’s been clinging to him for the past few weeks.” yongseung came up behind us sticking his head in between hoyoung and my head. i bit my lip trying not to seem like i was pissed off, wait no was i being jealous?

“you being jealous there y/n?” hoyoung whispered in my ear and i glared at him before turning to slap him. i looked at minchan who was approaching the two in the kitchen but stopped before he was in view of either of the two.

“me? jealous? pft.” i rolled my eyes putting my hands down in my lap. when i glanced up again to look at heon, he turned his head around his shoulder straight at me. the way he smiled at me, made my whole world stop. through the people dancing i couldn’t look away. at all. i was definitely in love with him and every single one of the boys were catching on. i bit my lip when i kept eye contact with dongheon.

“what the hell was that look?” hoyoung teased me laughing, to then i scoffed rolling my eyes lifting kangmin’s legs off of mine to walk away from this annoying situation.

“i can’t take this anymore.” i said under my breath and as i was about to walk away, hoyoung grabbed my wrist turning me around pushing kangmin off of him. to which kangmin groaned then shot a glare at him before looking up at me. i shook my head pulling my wrist out of his hands. just as i walked past the kitchen, i heard the one sentence that made me stop.

“you fucking fell in love with a girl and expect me not to care? i thought we had a good thing going?” she scoffed to which i turned over my shoulder to look at minchan who was now wide eyed staring straight at me. i bit my lip and stood as still as possible. then i heard dongheon speak up after her constant talking.

“yes i fell in love with y/n. you and i were strictly on a no feelings relationship so i don’t know what the hell happened to you but i fell in love with someone else and when i get the chance to-” when i heard those first seven words, i shot my head up to look at minchan not believing what i had just heard. just as dongheon was about to finish his sentence i got pushed from behind, ice pouring down my back. i screamed before slapping my hand over my mouth because i was realizing now that i was in view of dongheon and this girl.

“y/n!” he ran towards me grabbing my wrist pulling me through the crowd of people, up the stairs and into his room, the door closing behind us. he pulled a hoodie out of his drawer as well as a towel from the bathroom and ran over to me.

“take off your shirt and dry off with this. are you okay?” he panted while looking me straight in the eye. he turned around after he got a nod from me and patted my head. i took my shirt off and dried off with the towel he gave me, thank god it was water. i grabbed his hoodie taking a deep breath smiling before pulling it over my head.

“i’m done changing.” i smiled again when he turned back around to face me. he walked up to me and i completely stopped breathing when he put both hands on my cheeks.

“you heard every word i said didn’t you?” his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips, then back down to my eyes. i nodded avoiding all eye contact.

“i-i tried not to. i won’t tell-” i started rambling because i was nervous. of course i was nervous. dongheon was inches away from my face and he was laughing. i couldn’t stop looking at him because my god was he good looking when he smiled.

“you won’t tell who? y/n did you even hear the name i said?” he scoffed laughing then put his arms around my waist. he pulled me towards him his chest up against mine.

“i mean i did but-but i just thought it was a mistake. there’s no way you would say my name.” i laughed nervously and dongheon tilted his head. he narrowed his eyes then licked his lips.

“what are you talking about y/n? i said your name. of course i said your name. you’re the girl i’m in love with.” he smiled rubbing the back of his neck before taking my hand into his.

“you’re what?” i gasped to which he laughed at then walked back over to me. he placed both of his hands in the crook of my neck before pulling me inches away from his face.

“hopelessly in love with you.”

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jikjinz · 1 year ago

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͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [i got good luck with you] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

requested? yes, for anon!

verivery (separate & no kangmin) x fem!reader; headcanon format abt their kinks; mirror sex, thigh jobs, praise, worship, blindfolds, degradation, sex recording (consensual); voyeurism, size difference, impregnation/breeding, dacryphilia, oral fixation, manhandling, orgasm control, tights & skirt fixation; ig that's it

a/n: i am not going to explain myself abt this one. it just happened and yall gotta deal with it. enjoy i guess. also it's divided into 2 parts since it was getting too long kxdksd

LEE DONGHEON; manhandling, mirror sex, orgasm control !

oh, he loves the way your small hands hold his big arms as he’s practically tossing you around like a light plushie. and when he can see it all in a mirror? man is losing it. his mind often goes blank when your wrecked figure is laying on the bed, drooling and crying because he’s doing you so good. and as much as he loves making you so dumb on his dick, he also loves teasing you by stopping right when you were about to cum. and then, flashing you one of his cute smiles, he continues to toss you around the bed into the best position for the mirror to reflect.

no strength was left in your arms but it’s not even necessary, as dongheon is practically doing the whole job for you, picking you up, tossing you on the bed with enough care, like you’re just a little sack of lemons. your moans getting louder with every thrust he makes, suddenly stop falling past your lips. and it’s all because your one hell of a boyfriend pulled his dick out of you at the speed of fast. as you whine and wiggle your hips, you try to convince him to let you finally cum.

“baby, have you forgotten?” he says with that cheeky grin, staring into your eyes through the mirror’s reflection, and you do the same while whining all your pleas. a soft chuckle escaped dongheon’s lips. “that’s my girl.”

BAE HOYOUNG; tights, oral fixation, praise (giving) !

do not even try to go out on a date with him while wearing tights, unless you want to end up in his bed instead of a cafe. he takes his time with you, taking off every piece of your and his clothing, leaving only your tights on. his hands go up and down your legs, squeezing the plush of your body here and there. one time your ice cream melted and a few droplets fell on your finger; when hoyoung saw how your tongue swirls around the finger, he hasn’t been ok since. despite the ways you mess with his head, thoughts, body, and basically everything, he still loves you with all his might and he has to let you know how wonderful you are.

“so beautiful, so gorgeous, so- mmm,” kissing his way from your ankle to your thighs, hoyoung is blabbering things that first come to his mind. and since these are only praises of your beauty… it’s another story. nibbling on your sensitive thighs right above the hem of your tights, he roams with his hands around your legs, still not able to get enough of them. “god, you’re so- mes- merizing. i- there’s not enough words to describe how i feel about you, darling.”

your answer is simple; it’s a quiet hum mixed with a whine while squirming around under his touch. that’s when hoyoung gets up and starts to hover over you, hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your lips. you know what that means, so you do exactly what he wants; you part your lips and let his thumb inside your mouth. as you start sucking on it, twirling your tongue around it skillfully, he almost loses it immediately.

“ah, fuck- you’re gonna kill me someday with that divine beauty of yours.

HONG MINCHAN; size difference, impregnation/breeding, dacryphilia !

he finds it cute when you gasp quietly when he gets the stuff from the highest shelves with ease, so close to you, one of his big hands around your waist, his chest right by your back. the way you squirm and whimper quietly when he’s cuddling with you, all that overwhelming size difference is really turning him on. oh, how much he’d love to see the even smaller versions of you!!! that is why he always finishes inside. and bonus points if you start crying from the overbearing pleasure.

cries, moans, and some blabbering slip past your lips when minchan finally pushes himself all the way inside you. a little break for a lot of reassuring and full of love kisses, and as you relax, he starts moving. slowly, with the last bits of self-control, to not hurt you, he moves in sync with your hips rolling.

“do you wanna be a mama?” minchan asks, feeling the familiar sensation in his lower parts and placing kisses all over your neck, watching your beautiful face.

“yes- yes! make- me- a mama- ah!”

holy moly, he wasn’t expecting such pleas, but who is he to disobey? and to disobey YOU, his little darling, crying so prettily over the stretch his dick caused. with a smile, another series of kisses, and a finishing roll of his hips, minchan shoot his load almost right into your womb.

| PART 2 | VERIVERY MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST |

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kyufessions · 2 years ago

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Princess

pairings: boyfriend! hoyoung x s/o! afab reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: no plot smut, oral (f. receiving), slapping, usage of the word princess, lmk if i’m missing anything

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

the noise of the television was nothing more than just mere background music at this point with the way your whimpers filled your living room. hoyoung’s hands had a strong grip on your hips, guiding you as you rode his clothed thigh to your release. normally you both would just move to the bedroom but it was two in the morning and both of you were too exhausted to move from your comfortable positions on the sofa. your head laid on his shoulder, your hands gripping his shoulders and you dug into his flesh from pleasure.

you moved your hips faster on his thigh, your small moans vibrating against his chest. “fuck, this feels so good.” you mumbled, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from waking your neighbors.

his one hand moved to your ass, slapping it harshly and gripping it afterwards. the feeling made you jump in place, a whimper filling the air. he chuckled lowly, placing a small kiss behind your ear as he slapped your ass yet again. the sensation made you hazy, enjoying how harsh he was treating you. “you like that, princess?”

you felt your walls clench around nothing at the nickname he called you, nodding at his little question. “i love it so much.”

a smirk played across his lips as your breathing pace fastened, signaling you were close to your release. he put his other hand back on your hips, gripping down and guiding your hips faster. the new pace made you gasp, the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach arising. your moans became higher pitched and more frequent, earning groans from hoyoung as he felt the wet patch on his jeans grow with each passing second.

“cum for me, baby. you’ve been so good for me, such a good princess.” his head leaned down to press kisses to your neck, nibbling on the skin to leave his mark.

the feeling moved you over the edge, your release following soon after with his name falling from your lips. as you came on his jeans, your head was thrown back to give hoyoung more access to him. profanities fell from your mouth, sounding like the prettiest music your boyfriend has ever heard. as your eyes were shut closed from the overwhelming pleasure, you felt hoyoung pull you forward and position you up on his lap. you opened your eyes and looked at him, wondering what he had in mind. you assumed he was going to just cuddle you in his lap but when you felt three fingers enter you and start pumping into you at a consistent pace, you let out the loudest moan that would put pornstars to shame.

you heard him chuckle lowly followed by a groan, loving the feeling of your juices coating his fingers nicely. hoyoung had no idea what overcame him at that moment, but whatever it was he allowed it to take over for the time being. seeing your legs shaking ever so slightly, a small smile appeared on his face. to bring you closer to your second orgasm of the night, he brought his other hand to your clit and started rubbing at the same pace of his pumps.

at this point, you didn’t care who heard what hoyoung was doing to you. the sound of your dripping pussy and melodic moans filled the small apartment. curses of his name were soon heard as you squirted all over his lap and the floor, your body shaking from the feeling that washed over your entire body. he glanced over to watch your nails dig into the couch cushion, smirking at the realization that only he could make you feel this way; that he was the only one who could make you squirm the way you did in his lap.

he extracted his fingers from inside of you, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking on the sweet juice you provided him. you laid out across his lap, body exhausted from what he just provided you. his other hand played with your hair, rubbing small shapes into your scalp for comfort. as you felt yourself drift off to sleep, a soft whisper from your boyfriend was heard.

“i love you, sweet princess.”

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restlessmaknae · 2 years ago

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flames in your eyes [b.h.y.]

The Earth is dying; desertification, pandemics and poverty are leading the way. There's a laboratory that wants to build it up from the ground again: to re-inhibit it with clones. You're one of those who are recruited for the cause.

➳ Characters: Hoyoung x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: dystopian, action, biotech au, clones au, hurt comfort, open ending

➳ Words: 6.9k

➳ Warning: mentions of pandemics, natural disasters, sedative pills, cloning, shooting, minor character deaths, implication of ptsd

➳ A/N: This story is a part of the ‘co-existence’ writing collab hosted by me. Please, do check out the other amazing works, and keep your eyes on the collab masterlist as more stories will come!

When you were sedated, you sometimes dreamed of a better world. A world where there was no poverty, no desertification and no pandemics. Where there were no lives lost due to the widening gap between the rich and the poor, the global natural disasters and the many, many illnesses that were being spread without a cure in sight.

You knew the world had never been like this. Not even decades or centuries ago. For instance, even though almost everyone had technological devices they lived with these days and there was internet connection in all corners of the world, food wasn’t on the table or a roof wasn’t above their head. Some time ago, it had been the complete opposite. Yet, in 2284, it was the reality.

There wasn’t one main cause for the disaster that had fallen upon Earth; everything was interconnected. Geographical differences leading to political tension, political tension leading to economic recession, economic recession leading to rising prices and deteriorating living conditions, and these living conditions leading to the spread of unknown and brand new viruses. Even though some countries developed vaccines and supplements that might offer some relief or temporary cure, there was no end to it. The way the world was so globalised, small people’s problems reached everyone in no time.

With the many natural disasters, there came another phenomena: people being born or being struck by inhumane abilities when they lived through those disasters. There were news of people who could control water after almost being drowned in a tsunami, people who didn’t have to breathe to function properly after being swallowed by a sandstorm, people who could control thunder after being hit by one and surviving and then there were you, too: one who was able to control gravity after falling off a cliff yet surviving the crush because you had managed to float above the ground somehow.

In your dreams, you dreamed of being accepted, maybe even celebrated for who you were. Not abandoned by your parents after they had realised what you could do, not being left out on the streets as a teenager and having to survive hidden away from others, stealing food and money.

In your dreams, you were free; free to use your power and free to do what you wanted.

When you woke up, the complete opposite welcomed you.

The reality was that you were a number here, a participant in this life-changing experiment as they called it. By ‘they’, you meant the group of scientists, researchers and rich businessmen funding their project. When you had been approached by them, you hadn’t thought too much of their offer to get a job at their company since you had known that sometimes the rich had gone out of their way to fetch orphans or abandoned kids like you from the streets.

“We will give you food, a roof above your head and security. All you need to do is help us out with our project. We are hoping to make the Earth a better place to live in, and we can guarantee that humanity will thank you for your assistance one day,” they had said, and as naive as you had been, you had believed them. After all, what could you have lost? You had no one to rely on, no income, no stability or whatsoever in your life.

When you had admitted that you hadn’t finished school or you had never had a job before, they had merely smiled. They had reassured you that it wouldn’t matter, and that you would be able to do what they ask of you, and you would have plenty of time to rest as well. What had convinced you was the idea of helping out the planet. After all, what abandoned teen with an extraordinary ability she oh so well wished to hide wouldn’t want the world to look at her differently?

What you hadn’t expected was for them to work for a bioscience laboratory that had wanted to recruit you for the sole purpose of cloning you. Why? Because they had known about your ability to control gravity, and they had begun to search for people like you in hopes of making clones and re-inhabiting the Earth with such invincible people. That, of course, had come to light on your first “working day”, and there had been no escape since then. You could have cried, you could have pleaded to them to let go, you could have hit the door of your room until your hands bled, but it had been all futile. Not like you had anywhere to go, but truthfully, it was sucking the life out of you - slowly yet irreservisibly like nicotine.

You were constantly monitored, and one wrong move or word could mean that you didn’t get food for days. You had your own sterile, plain room with a simple bed and white walls and an enormous glass window that let anyone from the outside to look into your room, and you could also see the outside from inside. You had your own schedule to get into the capsule for the cloning machine, and god knows how long you were actually kept there because you always lost track of time when you were sedated. You were also forced to exercise to keep in shape and put to tests to keep your brain in shape just as well. Everything was perfectly timed, and this way, you could barely see anyone around you apart from the scientists who always assisted you, except for the times you could walk past the other rooms in the hallway and see other girls sleeping in their rooms or walking from one end of their room to the other just like you did so sometimes. No connection was made with them, it was strictly prohibited, but you wondered whether only girls were there - similarly young like you.

It was the same every time, and the more you were sedated, the more difficult it was to not sleep longer outside of the cloning phases of your days and to be able to feel normal. The thing was that sometimes when you were sedated, you had these weird images in your dream where you were fighting with another version of yourself, your mind always circulating around the idea of having another you. However, when you brought it up to the scientist who asked you about how you were feeling, they upped the dose of your sedative pill, but it just got worse and worse. Sometimes, you hallucinated that you were being followed or that you saw two versions of yourself when you looked into the mirror. It was messing with your head, quite seriously, and it was giving you intense headaches and anxiety.

It was the same until one day, things went wrong. For the first time since you had been there, there was a crack in the system: a girl collapsed in her room when you walked past it with a scientist by your side, and even though you were rushed into your own room, you could hear an unfamiliar voice saying that the girl wasn’t breathing. You kept thinking of the scene of her falling to the ground until the next time you could move out of your room, and all that welcomed you was an empty room where the girl once had been.

“What happened to the girl in there?” You asked from the woman beside you, but she glared at you, stepping closer to you and said in a hushed yet warning tone:

“You better not ask about it if you don’t want to end up like her.”

And so you didn’t. Because even though it wasn’t living when you were exploited for your own superhuman abilities, you didn’t want to die. There was a hope inside of you that maybe one day, it would all end, and you could get out of there.

What you didn’t expect was for it to happen the way it did.

It was just like any other day: get up, have breakfast, fill out the tests they gave you, exercise in the exercise room, have lunch, then go to the room with the giant cloning capsules. The capsules that were used for cloning were white with see-through glass on the top whilst the ones beside them were black with black glass on top that didn’t allow you to see through it - probably for the clones themselves, but you had never seen them for yourself. There were wires and fluid-filled sacs connecting the two, but truthfully, you didn’t know what exactly they were for and you didn’t actually want to know.

You were usually intact when you got out of the capsule, but sometimes you felt like something had stung or that your skin had been pricked, yet whenever you looked at the area you thought to be hurt, you couldn’t see anything unusual. Again, maybe you were just hallucinating or maybe they were using such high technology on you that they stopped the bleeding and healed whatever scars they caused.

Directly, you had never seen your clone. However, there were pictures of you from all angles plastered onto a white board beside the capsule you used, and it was the same for every other girl though you didn’t dare examine their pictures for too long because you knew it wouldn’t be appreciated.

Everything was normal, you were just on your way to the cloning room when suddenly, all the lights went out. Not only in the hallways but also in the rooms. The doors clicked, signalling that their locks were unlocked due to the lack of electricity, and only the dim lights of the emergency signs could provide some source of light. You could hear that some girls started coming out of their rooms, whispering about their confusion.

“Everybody, stay calm and go back to your rooms!” The woman beside you ordered them in a strict voice, and after reaching into her lab coat, she got her phone out and shined some light onto the opened doors and the frightened girls to make them back away. However, they didn’t.

You could understand them. For a moment, you also wondered whether it was possible to just leave, to run away from them. After all, all doors were the same, and even though you had never left through the back at the end of the hallway ever since you had entered from the front door some time ago, you guessed that it was currently unlocked just as well. And it was so close too, you were only a few steps away from it since your room was the closest to it. So close…

Though the moment you laid your eyes on the back door while the woman beside you was calling someone, there were weird noises coming from the cloning room. It was as if some kind of glass broke and objects were thrown around. It was odd enough since usually, only one or two scientists were already there when you needed to enter with your assigned “caretaker”, and you doubted they were so careless as to make a mess.

Then, a horrified scream could be heard from inside the room.

A second later, it was abruptly cut off.

The woman beside you froze for a moment, and you shivered, your heart hammering away. You had a terrifying feeling about it, and the sudden silence that followed the brief screaming was eerie, pricking at your skin. Your breathing became uneven, and you felt a knot forming in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

In the next moment, the door of the cloning room opened with a thud and though the emergency lights were dim, you had a feeling that the sound of it being thrown to the ground and the shadow of it could only indicate one thing: that it was a body, blood scattering the walls around it. The woman beside you shed the light on it just in time for you to look at it, and you were right…

Though you couldn’t see the person’s face, it was definitely a human body of a scientist’s, the trademark white coat painted in burgundy and the odd angles of it indicating that the person broke a few bones, too. If they even survived, that is.

You didn’t think twice. You ran to the back door as soon as possible, only glancing back to see a girl coming out of the room with bloody hands. You briefly recognised her as one of the girls in their rooms… More precisely, she was probably her clone. Which meant that all the clones were out, and god knows how developed they were to not want to kill anything or anyone that got in their way.

You never ran as fast as you did so now, and you didn’t even have time to be surprised that there was grass under your feet and a giant stadium-like building beside the one you had just come out of because the screams magnified behind you and the stadium-like building was currently in flames: itt was as if lighting was striking directly from its core.

People in white coats were running around with torches and pushing through you, boys from the other building came out running just like the girls from yours had done so. Everything was in a frenzy. No one knew where to go, what to do and what was happening, and no one listened to the staff members making orders. Whatever was going on, it was better to get away from it as soon as possible.

A guy passed by you, but it was like he was gone in a blink of an eye while a girl from behind you was throwing icicles onto the scientists who wanted to get close to her. Your power only saved you from falling head-first into the ground because you bounced back from it before you could fall down, but otherwise, it didn’t help you to run faster or see where the others were going.

You didn’t even know if there was a way to escape, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to get away, you needed to get away.

However, when something grabbed at your arm, you had to come to a halt. When you looked down at your hand and looked up, you could see a girl smiling at you with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t be scared. I can create a water bubble around us that no one can really get through if they don’t want to drown, so you’ll be safe. Just like the others,” she bobbed her head backwards, and that’s when you could see the edges of a bubble around you and two more girls.

“Thank you,” you croaked out, but you didn’t think it was enough to express how you felt. She nodded whilst holding her hand up to the sky as if she was holding the bubble together, and she held onto a few others who got in her way, but other than that, it seemed that everyone was fighting with what they had - the girl with the icicles, a boy with flames, another boy who had thunder come out of his body, one girl who seemed to be able to create a crack between your side of the ground and the two identical buildings where the scientists and others seemed to fight with your clones.

However, in the next moment, the water bubble girl suddenly collapsed, the water around you splashing into the ground at the same time as her body reached the grass. You let out a shriek without knowing, hurrying to her side to look for any sign that she was hurting. That’s when you saw pills spilling out of her pocket, and even though you had no idea whether it was her doing or not, a foam-like liquid appeared around the edges of her lips, and her glass-like eyes stared back at you without any kind of light in them. No, this couldn’t happen! She was ready to help so many of you, and now you couldn’t do the same for her? No… This… Could… Not… Happen…

You didn’t even have time to process what had just happened because a hand dragged you, a gentle voice reaching your ears (though it sounded distant).

“Come on!” A boy prompted you, and you only turned your head to look at him briefly - his messy pitch-black locks, his similarly dark orbs with flames dancing in it and his sharp features - before he already started dragging you with him. You had no idea where you were going or why he was so sure of where to go, but when you reached a fence, you had a feeling where this was going.

You halted for a moment though, a sudden rush of fear coming over you. Even though this wasn’t the place and time to contemplate over this, and you had wanted to run away for so long, now that you were standing in front of something that might symbolise the end of your time as a lab rat, you were suddenly not so sure whether the outside world wouldn’t be more cruel to you.

The boy with flames dancing in his eyes sensed your hesitation, but still dragged you forward with him. There was already a hole in the fence when you got there, so you could crawl through it and continue running. What was surprising though was the fact that you were running in woods - literal woods. Since you had been sedated when you had been transferred here in a car, you couldn’t have seen anything before, that’s why you were surprised now to see woods and grass around and not just sand and the bare signs of mother nature’s heart still beating under your feet.

“This can’t be real…” You mumbled while you were looking around, your legs still going even though your mind was somewhere else.

“It’s not completely real. This has been planted here with modern technology,” the boy replied, his voice coming out raspy and ragged due to running and speaking at the same time.

“Wait…” You stopped dead in your tracks, only realising that he was still holding your hand when you stopped and he let go of you because of the abrupt motion, almost causing him to fall to the ground. Unbeknownst to you, you reached your hand out, stopping him in the motion and making him lean backwards instead - all with the power running through your fingers.

The boy turned to you with open eyes, not scared yet curious. Since you were used to people being afraid of you when they got to know about your power, you just blinked back at him. Remembering why you had just stopped, you cleared your throat and threw the question at him:

“How do you know how they’ve been planted? Are you with them?”

He could have been a scientist or someone working at those laboratories, but from the way he looked at you - so hurt -, you had a feeling that he wasn’t. He wasn’t even wearing a lab coat, instead, he wore a plain, pattern-less shirt and sweatpants.

Still, he shook his head and snapped his fingers: tiny, bright red sparkles born under his fingertips that gradually evolved into something brighter, something bigger: a flame.

“I’ll tell you later. Just trust me. I’ll get us to safety,” he promised as he snapped his fingers again, all the light from his hand gone.

“But what about…” You started saying and looked over your shoulder, only to see both of the buildings behind you up in flames and shambles. People were still running around, but there were less of them in the identical clothing you wore, so you had a feeling that those who had been kept here were on their way to safety.

Still, the sight of the building that had caused you so much pain being in ruins should have made you feel delighted. Instead, you remembered what happened there, and the memories tore through your flesh like small doses of lighting, hitting just in the right places to feel nauseous. The sterile smell of the cloning capsule, the feeling of the pills on your tongue, the white of the walls in your room, the version of you that appeared in your nightmares and hallucinations…

A sudden sharp ringing started in your ears and your hands flew to cup them, but to no avail; the world around you was louder than ever before. It just got worse and worse until your vision got blurry, your knees gave in, and you fell to the ground as the world around you went black with the image of your clone laughing at you.

When you regained consciousness, the first thing that you noticed was the smell. It wasn’t sterile, it wasn’t familiar, and whilst it wasn’t unbearable, you could feel the dust in the air when you sucked in a deep breath and needed to cough a few times while rubbing your eyes.

The next thing you noticed was your surroundings: furniture in multiple colours, shelves filled with books, a comfortable couch you currently laid on, the softness of the blanket that was covering you and the remains of what seemed like a living room with pictures hung on the walls yet no one there. When the thought of the previous night came to mind, you bolted up from the couch and looked around alarmed despite knowing that you had been saved. Or so, you hoped.

You could hear footsteps behind you, and immediately, your first thought was to run. The memories of anyone coming near you were linked to being dragged to the cloning rooms, and fear was injected into your veins. However, when the pitch-black haired boy from the night before emerged from the hallway with a mug in his hands, you forced your brain to stop making up escape plans.

“Hey! You’re up,” he noted in a gentle tone, and as he was walking towards you, you took in his features - in broad daylight and without the chaos around you - including the softness of his black locks, the depth of his similarly dark eyes, the elegant arch of his eyebrows, his high nose bridge and the deepened corners of his lips when he was attempting to smile at you, probably testing the waters to see how you reacted.

“Where are we?” You asked first things first, your voice coming out hoarse and definitely harsher than you had intended. The boy wasn’t taken aback though, he merely reached the mug out to you. Suspiciously, you eyed him for a few seconds, your silence prompting him to speak up first.

“You’re in safety, and I’m not going to hurt you,” he announced matter-of-factly, and even though you wanted to believe him, you needed more reason than that. “I reckon that we were in the same boat just until yesterday, being forced to be cloned and used by the laboratory. From what I could see, I guess there was a different building for boys and girls, but I have a feeling we had the same tasks to fulfil: exercising, filling out tests, complying with every step of the cloning process, not asking any questions or else we wouldn’t get food and so on. Is that right?”

His voice was firm, and you could tell he was speaking from experience, but when he looked at you with those eyes with tiny pieces of hurt swimming in them, that’s when you were even more sure that he was speaking nothing but the truth.

“Yeah,” so you replied, following his example when he lowered into an armchair and you sat back down on the couch. He took his distance from you, and you appreciated that despite what you had just discussed before. There was a moment of awkward silence lingering between the two of you before you were hit by a memory.

“You can control fire?” You inquired, remembering back to the previous night when you had seen flames coming out of his hands. And his eyes too, but maybe it was just your imagination. After all, you had been having hallucinations of your clone a lot of times, it wouldn’t have come as a surprise to see something that wasn’t there.

“Yes. I’ve survived a fire when I was young, and since then, I can create flames and control fire,” he nodded as he put the mug on the table in front of him. You had a feeling that it wasn’t all he had to say, and he continued as expected. “This was my parents’ house. I’ve grown up here. Ever since I’ve come back from that incident alive, they’ve helped me to hide my power. Not because they were ashamed, but because it was a fire that only I’ve survived, and you know how people look at those with such abilities…”

“I know,” you croaked out, knowing all too well how people looked at such “superhumans”. Even before you had obtained your power, you hadn’t thought of them as evil or shameful creatures. After all, it wasn’t their fault that they got their powers! Whilst some superhumans liked to use them for illegal purposes, others could have easily used it to help people - just like you had all done so the day before, trying to save each other.

However, governments thought otherwise - they thought that people with such powers had to be contained - like a virus -, that’s why they were searching for them, and that’s why a lot of you were hiding yourself or hiding your power.

When you exchanged a glance with the pitch-black haired boy, you knew he meant this and you understood as well - the weight of bearing such a power. So with a bob of his head, he acknowledged your words and continued on with his story.

“We’ve told everyone it was a matter of luck, I didn’t have any powers, hence I’ve tried to get familiar with my power only when I was alone. My parents supported me and let me study, and so I was like a normal child until they came to offer me an internship from the laboratory.”

“The same laboratory we were at?”

“Yes. They’ve said that I would be able to work on this intelligent city project that they’ve created, one that can run on solar power and electricity and one where we can grow plants and healthy biodiversity with modern technology. That’s how I knew the woods we’ve been to weren’t real,” he explained as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. When you looked directly into his eyes, it wasn’t like the fire you had seen the day before. It was as if the flames were barely there, only flickering, and for some reason, the thought saddened you.

Even though his story was very different from yours, the biggest contrast being how his family treated him, his every act so far had proved you that he wasn’t thinking only about himself which was rare with people who came from such prestigious backgrounds. Even their house could signal that those who lived there were wealthy, and you wondered what happened to his parents since the living room looked pretty dusty as if nobody had been there for some time. Then again, since you had been practically living on the streets in a very run-down part of the country and you guessed that he had taken you to some higher tech city, you probably couldn’t know anything about his situation.

Though you had a feeling where his story would take a turn.

“It was a trick, wasn’t it? They knew about your power,” you guessed tentatively, and he looked perplexed for the first time.

“Did the same happen to you?”

You nodded, letting the past memories resurface and sting as they usually did so. You had no idea how much time had passed by, but you kept recalling that exact moment when you had first talked to the people from the laboratory, hoping that you could actually change the world. Just how naive you had been.

“I mean, I wasn’t smart like you,” you justified, feeling icky about the possibility of him thinking that you came from a similar background as he did. “My parents abandoned me when they got to know about my power, so I was basically a homeless orphan on the streets, but they’ve offered me a job, and made me believe that I could make a difference in the world if I join their project. In return, they would provide me with food, accommodation and safety.”

“Which they did, but they didn’t tell you about their project, right?” The boy put the pieces together, and it seemed that he got the hang of it pretty soon which was pretty impressive but also heartbreaking.

Instead of pondering over the memories though, you nodded and exchanged another meaningful glance with him. It seemed that you could understand each other’s pain well even without words, but words were needed to paint the background story of your lives, so you shared with him how you had gotten your power, how you had been disowned by your parents, and how you had needed to survive on the streets or in run-down ruins until the people from the laboratory had found you.

The boy - who introduced himself as Hoyoung in the meantime - had great empathy for someone who had practically grown up in luxury, but may it be because you two shared the same blessing and curse at the same time or may it be because he was different from others, but he looked like he genuinely cared when you were sharing bits and bobs about your life, your power and how you wish you could have just turned down their offer to join the company because it had been your downfall.

However, to that, the boy shook his head, something pulling at his lips when he next spoke up.

“It wouldn’t have mattered if you had said no,” he clarified, almost in a resigned state. It could be seen that he was contemplating whether or not to continue, and you were about to tell him that it was fine if he didn’t want to say more, but he cleared his throat and carried on nevertheless.

“My parents did some research on the lab, and came across some lawsuits against the company involving human trafficking and animal abuse, and told me to re-consider the internship opportunity. So when they directly came to our house to talk to me about it and I said no, they shot my parents in front of me and sedated me.”

His words struck you like lightning; it was one thing that they were basically kidnapping people for their powers and using them for their own selfish purposes, but it was another one to kill innocent people in the meantime. They probably justified that it was in the name of science or something.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” you said immediately, your heart squeezing at the thought of the boy having to lose his parents because of the people from the laboratory and ultimately because of his power.

“I couldn’t do anything, everything happened so fast and I…” Hoyoung recalled in a shaky tone, but stopped as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back tears. Even though you couldn’t understand what he was going through because you had never been in his shoes and you had never been on good terms with your parents, he looked like such a good person and he had spoken so fondly of his parents, it broke your heart to see him in such a state.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you tried to reassure him as you reached for his hand to squeeze it. It came almost naturally even with you two being kind of strangers for now, and the boy didn’t yank his hand away either. He looked like he could use all kinds of comfort, and you were willing to give it to him.

After all, you owed him your life, and the least you could do was to comfort him when he was mourning the loss of his parents whom he had last seen when he had last been to this house. He had probably kept it all to himself or maybe he had wanted it to be all a bad dream, but this time, he let everything out, and you were there to help him through it.

After Hoyoung had pulled himself together, he explained to you how he had managed to get you two to safety. He had needed to steal a car because he had known that you two hadn’t had enough time to walk or run by yourself (especially with you being unconscious), and it had seemed that the whole area around the labs had been in frenzy because there had been abandoned cars everywhere (probably by the scientists and other staff members who had been trying to put out the fire and deal with the clones), so it hadn’t been that difficult.

He had also added that one of the boys in their building had caused the fire because he had been able to control lighting, and while he had been escorted to his room from a cloning session, he had walked by Hoyoung’s room, and that’s when he had practically bursted into lighting, cutting off the electricity and putting the hallway on fire. Then, it had been pretty much like how you had described your experience to him: both the staff members and the ones recruited were running around, the latter looking for a way out while the staff members were trying to control the situation. He had also mentioned that it had been bizarre to see some clones of the other boys who had probably escaped their capsules, and that’s why he hadn’t hesitated to help when he had seen you just crouching by that girl.

“I’m not sure how developed these clones are and whether they are intelligent enough to do anything reasonable without being told to do so, but they seemed quite violent, so I didn’t want you to get hurt. If I could do something to help, I wanted to,” he justified his actions, and for a moment, you could feel the ice around your heart thaw. You had built walls around yourself to not get hurt after being abandoned by your parents because if they hadn’t wanted you, then who would want to? So to have a complete stranger willingly save you… It was genuinely unbelievable to you.

“But I was just a mere stranger. You could have just let me die there.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to live with the regret then. Not after what had happened to my parents,” Hoyoung reasoned solemnly, and although you were about to say something to go against his words, you shut your mouth. After his breakdown, you didn’t have the heart to bring up anything that might cause him pain. Not to mention that he truly had a heart of gold, and instead of blaming him for risking his own life to save you, you were thankful to him - something that you couldn’t stop telling him throughout your conversations.

Not knowing how to add more to that or what to bring up again, silence was stretching on for some time before you found your voice and asked, albeit uncertain:

“Do you think they are looking for us?”

You didn’t need to specify whom you meant by ‘them’, you both knew it all too well. You also knew that he couldn’t know the answer for sure either, but you wanted to hear what he thought, so that you could come up with something.

“On one hand, I would like to think that they have enough problem with the clones, but on the other hand, I think they might want to find us, so that we wouldn’t tell anyone about what has happened at the labs,” he explained thoroughly, and you nodded, thinking the same. “That’s why we need to leave soon. If they wanted to find me, they would probably come here first,” he reasoned, his voice gentle despite the implication behind his words.

You wondered how much it hurt for him to say so because this house was probably the last thing that reminded him of his parents which was both reassuring and devastating. To leave it, it would mean that he would leave the place where he had grown up and where remains of his memories with his parents had been. On the contrary, he had already been away from the house for sometime now and it might help him to move on to be away from it.

Whatever he might have been feeling in the current moment, he didn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he was looking at you for your reaction, worried and curious at the same time, and despite the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t help but ask:

“Should we go our separate ways?”

Hoyoung was visibly taken aback by your question, almost horrified as if you had suggested something even more dangerous than you had experienced so far. He couldn’t even find the right words to say, he was just muttering for a few seconds.

“I mean… if you want to and if you don’t want my help,” he blurted out, a bit confused, and upon his nervous state, you became a bit uncertain as well.

“It’s not about that. I just think it would be safer for both of us.”

“I think it might be safer if we stayed together. For instance, if we find a place to stay at, one could go out while the other would supervise the place. Or we could just start a new life far away, having each other’s back. After all, I don’t have anyone anymore either…” His voice trailed off by the end, and he averted his eyes from your face to a picture hanging on the wall instead.

You gulped, feeling the tension blanket the two of you, your heart breaking in the meantime. This boy had really saved your life when everything had been ripped off of him: his family, his future, his dreams and the stability he had once known. Yet, instead of giving up on life altogether, he had helped others escape and he had helped you as well, taking you to safety. If you could be someone he had in this post-laboratory life, you wouldn’t want to leave him either. After all, you owed him your life.

“We’ll stay together,” you announced, your voice not leaving room for any doubt. When you broke the silence, Hoyoung looked back at you, and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what his face displayed: relief, gratitude or something completely different, but you knew one thing: that you would want to protect him as much as he had done so already.

It wasn’t easy, of course. Two youngsters with supernatural abilities after escaping a laboratory where they had been cloned meant that you were practically on the run even though you had nothing to be ashamed of, and you weren’t the bad guys in this story. However, you knew that the government wouldn’t care because news hadn’t come out regarding the laboratory and what they had done so, only news of two of its buildings burning to the ground due to “technical errors”.

You had no one else you could count on either apart from each other, but at least you had somewhere to start from when Hoyoung opened up the vault in his parents’ basement and found some saved up jewellery and cash. That was enough to get you going, and after that, you planned to leave the country to start a new life, but whether that would be feasible, it was all uncertain. Your clones and others’ clones might have been on the run too, the lab staff looking for them and maybe even looking for you two, so you needed to be as careful as possible, moving quickly and unpredictably. You had a feeling that the company behind the lab had the money and resources to track down anything they wanted to, so you had to avoid public spaces with cameras which just made things harder.

Despite everything, you had each other, and when you had frequently recurring nightmares of being stuck in the laboratory again, Hoyoung was there to soothe you, gently talking to you until you could fall asleep again, and when the boy had something that reminded him of his parents, you were the one he could hold onto, anchoring him to reality.

Despite everything that had happened and everything that was about to come, you had each other, and in a world of uncertainty, that was more powerful than any other weapon could be.

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