#i guess i can call it that 🐿️

[sugucidal]

what’s your writing process like? also i’m so so excited for the next chapter of the neighbor story it’s so hot without feeling awkward and the writing is just perfect!

- 🧝🏾‍♀️

oh god. my writing process is a chaotic, organized mess. and it differs with each piece of work that i write. for this fic? first i start out with an idea and create a draft for it, then ill seek out my gfs opinion on it and if shes fw it, we'll start brainstorming together. if she's not into it, i force her to think of something and that gets my brain gears working to figure out the rest /hj 🦅🦅

so my standard process works like this:

come up with an idea and brainstorm for it

expand on what ive brainstormed

create an outline

expand on certain scenes included in the outline

write it all out </3

let me actually show you what my process looks like (as spoiler free as possible 💔):

first i start out with telling my gf my ideas (aka i word vomit), then she'll help me expand on them, suggest more ideas, dialogue, etc and ill adjust it to fit my preferences. im also biiig on visualization so i make sure to do research and find pics that can help me envision the scenes i want to write out!

then ill do a general summary for how i want the fic/chapter to play out. (also yes i use comic sans. makes my brain tingle 🦫)

then ill create an outline expanding on that:

then me or my gf will expand on any of the scenes that i have in mind:

and once we're happy with how its looking, i proceed with actually writing it all out 🚬🐟. ill have multiple drafts for one piece of work cause im always adjusting things, adding stuff, or changing my ideas—and things can get really messy so i try making it clean by creating new documents for it lol

something i also do that i suggest literally everyone who writes or wants to write, do as well—is jotting down any thoughts, scenes, or dialogue you come up with that you could use for later!! dont wait till you get to that particular scene in order to write for it. if you can write for it right now, you can use it later and it'll save you so much time.

(these are all dialogue that i may or may not use 🙇🏻‍♀️).

and that's pretty much what my writing process looks like ₍ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ₎. as for smut? thats a whole other different process.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii. I hope you are well. I would like to request Cregan Stark x female!reader where reader is sleeping in her chambers and has a nightmare and walks the halls late at night going to Cregan’s chambers for comfort but is also hesitant because the two haven’t really spent time together since they were put into an arranged marriage. She stands in front of his bedroom door while trying to decide if she should knock or not but before she could Cregan opens the door after hearing movement. He spends the night trying to make her feel safe. Thank you 😊

I’m rusty and out of practice after not writing for hotd for so long but I hope this makes up for it 🦦🐿️

You couldn’t go back to sleep, the nightmare had awoken you so suddenly and violently that the idea of falling back to sleep disturbed you greatly, so instead you took to walking the foreign halls of your new home in Winterfell.

In truth it took some time for you to get accustomed to the change in climate, that and the change from your old rather relaxed and light attire to thick furs and multiple layers to keep warm, but you were reassured by your parents that you’d sooner or later come to love the endless landscapes of snow with your arrange marriage to Lord Cregan Stark.

Now Cregan Stark had been nothing but considerate and generous towards you, a honourable man amongst immature little boys as your father would put it, and his words have never been more true as house Stark was well known for their loyalty and their dedication to their duty. However it was due to Cregan’s commitment to his duty that left you with little to no time to get to know the man who had already garnered quite the reputation for himself. You did not blame the man for doing so, it was admirable to see a man do whatever it took to protect his home compared to those who dared called themselves men back home; the very same ‘men’ who’d abandon their wives and children for a silver of something…younger and more beautiful.

And yet you found yourself coming out of a self induced daze and stood outside of Cregan’s own personal chambers, almost as if your body had stopped it’s ceaseless wandering and brought you to the one person who could bring you comfort on its own accord, but yet you failed to find the strength to even lift a hand to knock on the heavy door as new thoughts of whether you’d be interrupting or annoying him with your presence; This was the only time where you wished you spent more time getting to know Cregan as you didn’t know the type of man he’d be when you needed him for moments such as these, moments where you’d be frightened and out of your mind with increasing worry, even over the smallest of things.

Would you be a burden to him? Too much for him? Would your actions tonight alone would bring about the end of the arrangement? All these answers so much more ran rampant within your head as you began to second guess whether or not this was your smartest of decisions, going and seeking comfort from a man you knew far too little about on a personal level over something as simple as a nightmare, you’ve contemplated this for quite a while to the point you felt stupid and childish that you didn’t notice the noise you had made already brought Cregan out of his slumber.

‘Are you alright m’lady?’ Cregan asks upon noticing how conflicted you looked as you shifted your weight on your feet and fiddling with your hands.

‘My lord,’ you gasped, ‘what’s you doing up at such time as this?’

Cregan tilted his head. ‘Well I heard shuffling outside my door and I came to see what it was, only to find you in deep thought.’ He then reached out to grasp your hand in his securely as his eyes softened. ‘Is there something the matter? Something wrong?’ He then asks in a whisper. ‘Anything I can do to help my betrothed rest easier?’

You tried to smile as authentically as you could in hopes of dissuading Cregan from going out of his way for you and let out a laugh. ‘There’s no need, I just…needed some air and familiarise my new home.’ You told him but it was obvious that he wasn’t buying it as Cregan looked down the hallway before pulling you into his chambers and closing the door behind him. ‘Now that there is no possibility for anyone to intrude, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you m’lady?’

‘I-‘ you tried to speak but found yourself falling short of an easily believable answer, especially not when his eyes seemingly read you like an open book.

‘There is no need to keep up appearances, not with me,’ Cregan says as he gently guides you to a nearby chair, still holding your hand, as though deep down he knew that you needed to be in some form of constant contact with him to bring yourself back to reality. ‘Now tell me what’s gotten you so distraught?’ He knew something was wrong but didn’t know how to handle the situation without you telling him what it was that was disturbing you. Now Cregan understood that you might not be on that level of comfortability with him just yet to open up about your innermost thoughts and feelings, he can just hope that him being here with you was proof enough to show that he deeply cared for your well-being, and that with time you’ll come to him freely and without fear that he’d cast you and your heart aside.

You didn’t say anything at first, still having your concerns on how he’d react once you tell him, but the other side of your mind was telling you to take this an an opportunity to make up for the lack of time to get to know each other, so you opened your mouth and the words that you’ve been trying to put a stop poured out seamlessly. ‘I had a nightmare and I thought that a walk would help but it seems as though at the thought of you, my feet brought me to your chambers on their own accord.’

Cregan smiled softly as he squeezed your hand, running his thumb across it. ‘Is that so m’ lady? You thought of me in your moment of need?’

‘Of course,’ you tell him, finally squeezing his hand back, feeling yourself growing more confident and secure within his presence, ‘It was as though deep down I knew you’d never scoff at my worries, and instead bring me comfort as though it were instinct, but my mind tried to trick me into believing that you wouldn’t and I would’ve believed them had you not answer the door when you did.’ You admitted and felt a weight come off of your shoulders, allowing you to fully relax within Cregan’s presence that felt akin to the comforting weight of furs being draped over your shoulders, comforting, warm and grounding.

‘And I never would scoff at your worries because your worries are my worries m’lady.’ Cregan tells you as he knelt before you, resting his free hand against your cheek, watching as you melted into his touch, sighing in content. ‘Now tell me how I can be of help to you be rid of this pain?’ He then asks softly as though speaking any louder would somehow offend you.

‘Pardon me if this seems too forward my lord but,’ you paused to take in Cregan’s handsome features before looking down at your intertwined hands, this was the union that your parents wanted for you and now that you were here with him, you didn’t want to leave for your lonely chambers, ‘would you allow for me to stay here for the night, held in your arms until the nightmare is a memory long forgotten.’ You finished, looking into his eyes as they gleamed with happiness and love.

‘Only if you are comfortable with that m’lady.’ Cregan said and you couldn’t help but chuckle as his thoughtfulness towards you, the same thoughtfulness that suggested sleeping in separate rooms until you felt comfortable enough to share a room with him.

‘Of course I do,’ you tell him with a real genuine smile, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you squeezed his hand, ‘I wouldn’t have suggest it if I didn’t.’ You added and without hesitation Cregan brought you into his strong arms as he carried you off towards his bed, laying you down gently as he join you before pull in you back into his arms again, softly guiding your head into resting against his chest.

Cregan turned out to be a lot warmer than you had originally expected but you couldn’t help but snuggle further against him, making him smile and press a featherlight kiss to your head as he tightened his hold on you. ‘I promise to keep your nightmares at bay as you deserve only the sweetest and kindest of dreams to greet you at the end of every day.’ He promises to you as he pressed another kiss to your head, making you smile widely as you couldn’t help but feel as though you were already living within a dream with how impossibly perfect Cregan was.

‘I feel as though I am in one already my lord.’ You tell him sleepily.

‘Then I shall try my best to make you keep thinking that m’lady.’ Cregan replied as you soon feel asleep against the man who had quickly claimed your heart.

[meowzfordayz]

conversations

Author’s Note: silly and sweet (and mildly sarcastic) convos. 😆🥰

conversations

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

These are just lil convos I imagine occurring between various characters and Reader. 💞

In specific regards to Shinobu’s convo: she isn’t policing Reader’s diet!!!!! Hers is predominantly inspired by my own sweet tooth 😋, and how I often tell my irl bf to not let me buy candy when we go grocery shopping (similar to reminding myself that I don’t need x, y, or z when I’m window shopping; I’d spend way too much $ otherwise 😂🥴).

+ I wasn’t sure how to format this fanfic (I recognize the Character: | Reader: format gets repetitive) since I couldn’t rely on italics/bold bc I also use them to provide emphasis in the convos themselves, so pls and ty bear w/ me! 🤓

in the dining room; eating lunch

Zenitsu: You forgot to cut the crust off my sandwich. 😕

You: 🤨

Zenitsu: Are you mad at me? 🙁

Zenitsu: I’m sorry! ☹️

Zenitsu: I love you!!!!! 😭

You: Baby, Zenitsu, honey! I’m not mad at you! 

Zenitsu: But the crust… 😔

You: Are you kidding me? 😐

Zenitsu: … no? 🥲

You: Would you like me to cut off the crust? 🙃

Zenitsu: YES! 😍

You: 🫥

Zenitsu: Please? 🥹

You: I love you more than I should. 🙄

Zenitsu: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? 😥😖

You: You’re actually the most dramatic person I know. 😃

Zenitsu: I have feelings! 😭 I am a sensitive man! 😭

You: I know, I know. 🫠 I love you. 🥰

Zenitsu: As much as you should? 🧐

You: As much as I should. 😁

Zenitsu: I love you. 🩷

You: I love you too. 🩷🩷

Zenitsu: I love you too, too. 🩷🩷🩷

You: I love you too times three. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Zenitsu: That’s cheating. 😒

You: I’m not saying “too” three times. 

Zenitsu: You’re gonna have to say it fives times after I say I love you too, too, too, too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You: 😵

Zenitsu: 😭😭😭

getting dressed for the day; summertime

Inosuke: Let’s get a pet squirrel. 😁 

You: Let’s not. 🙃

Inosuke: You’re so boring. 😒

You: You’re so obnoxious. 😌

Inosuke: At least I’m fun! 😎

You: Sure, darling, let’s get a pet squirrel. 😃

Inosuke: REALLY?! 😱🤯🥳🥳🥳

You: Inosuke, squirrels aren’t pets!!!!!

Inosuke: But they could be… 🥹

You: N. O. No. 

Inosuke: I’ll pay for everything and take care of it.

You: I already do that. 🤗

Inosuke: 🤔

You: 😶

Inosuke: Did you just call me a squirrel?

You: Mhmmm. 🐿️

Inosuke: I wish I could climb trees like them. 💔😭

You: Do you really want a pet squirrel?

Inosuke: I guess not, but could we go to the park and look at ‘em? ☺️

You: We can do that. ☺️

Inosuke: Do you want a pet? 

You: Are we ready for that?

Inosuke: Babe, we’re ready for anything.

You:

Inosuke: I mean it. I love you.

You: I love you too, Inosuke. I love you too.

in bed; a sunny Sunday morning

You: Hey love?

Gyomei: Hey what?

You: Would you love me more if I was a cat? 😻

Gyomei: 🤨

You: 👀

Gyomei: Of course not.

You: Sooo you would love me less? 😒

Gyomei: You’re putting words in my mouth. 

You: So if an evil witch turned me into a cat, you would love me less. 😒

Gyomei: When did I ever say that?

You: You admit it! 😭

Gyomei: ?????

You: Meow meow. 🥺😔😖

Gyomei: I would love you more! 😁💖

You: YOU WOULD LOVE ME MORE IF I WAS A CAT? Fine, Gyomei. I’ll just go find a cat to replace me, Himejima-loves-cats-more-than-me-Gyomei. 😭😭😭😭😭

Gyomei: ??????????

in the kitchen; cooking dinner

You: Kaburamura needs a hat. 🤗

Obanai: No.

You: How about sunscreen? 🥺

Obanai: His face is perfectly fine in the sun.

You: But his pretty scales…

Obanai: You want to buy him a hat. 🤨

You: Correction, I want to make him a hat. A snake hat.

Obanai: A condom for his head.😐

You: You said it, not me.

Obanai: Kaburamura does not need a condom.

You: 🙃

Obanai: 😐

You: Pleeeease???! ☹️

Obanai: Whatever. Just don’t come crying when it immediately falls off.

You: I’ll tape it to him. 😌

Obanai: YOU WOULDN’T.

You: With… Snake-t, tape. 😏

Obanai: 😬

You: Y’know, Duck-t tape, but Snake-t ta-

Obanai: Just stop.

walking outside; a brisk spring day

Tanjirou: You’re so beautiful. 🥰

You: You’re so cheesy.

Tanjirou: You love cheese! 😋

You: I do. I love you a lot. 🥰

Tanjirou: Ooh, now who’s being cheesy?! 😉

You: I’m getting cold. 🥶

Tanjirou: You’re wearing three layers???

You: I can still get cold with three layers on. ☹️

Tanjirou: Do you want my jacket? 😁

You: It might not fit over my three layers.

Tanjirou: How about you swap me your thinnest layer for my jacket?

You: Tanjirou, I can’t just take off my t-shirt, right here, right now. 🤨

Tanjirou: But you’re so beautiful. 😌

You: That’s so far from the point.

Tanjirou: Piggyback ride? I can get us home faster. 😎

You: Is that a challenge? 🧐

Tanjirou: You want to race home instead? 👀

You: Nah. 💀

Tanjirou: Piggyback? 🤗

You: I bet you can’t carry me all the way back.

Tanjirou: Was that a challenge? 😏

You: You’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight. 😃

Tanjirou: I cook dinner most nights? 🙃

You: Again, so not the point. 😒

Tanjirou: That’s it. You’re shivering. All aboard the Tanjirou Train! 🥰

You: You’re so silly. 🥹

Tanjirou: There’s nobody around. 🥰

You: You’re still silly. 💞

gazing at the stars through a mesh ceiling; camping

You: It’s late. 🥱

Mitsuri: But I want to stay up forever with you. 🥺

You: That doesn’t sound too healthy. 😅

Mitsuri: Let me be cute. 🥺

You: You’re the cutest. 🥰

Mitsuri: Thank you for going camping with me.

You: Thank you for setting everything up.

Mitsuri: Thank you for getting all the bug bites for me. 🤭

You: You should thank me again 😒, they’re so itchy. 😭

Mitsuri: Thank you times a billion! 🤪💖

You: I love you. 

Mitsuri: I love you more.

You: Most.

Mitsuri: You see those stars? 🌌

You: There’s a bunch.

Mitsuri: More than a bunch.

You: Definitely.

Mitsuri: That’s how much I love you. 💙

You: More than a bunch? 

Mitsuri: I love you more than a bunch. 💙💙

You: A bunch of stars. 🥹

Mitsuri: Is what I see when I look at you.

You: We’re delirious. 🥴

Mitsuri: Deliriously in love.

You: I think the sky is getting brighter. 🫣

Mitsuri: We should get some sleep.

You: I was trying to say that ten seconds ago.

Mitsuri: Let me take care of you. 🥺

You: Kanroji Mitsuri, I’ll let you do anything.

Mitsuri: You mean it?

You: I mean it. You’re the meaning.

Mitsuri: I feel like that was supposed to be super romantic, but I’m too tired to understand anything right now. 🤗

You: Same.

Mitsuri: For what it’s worth, you’re also the meaning. 💞

You: We are, The Meaning.

Mitsuri: The Meaning. 😃

You: Oh jeez, we really need to sleep. 😵‍💫

Mitsuri: C’mere, scoot your sleeping bag closer. Sleepy times! 😴💘

searching for pancakes ingredients; a cloudy Saturday

You: We’re out of milk. 😞

Shinobu: So make something else? 

You: You won’t go to the store with me? 🥺

Shinobu: With you? 🧐

You: I mean, I wasn’t going to make you fetch my milk alone. 😃

Shinobu: Surprising. 🙃

You: Hmpf. 😒

Shinobu: I would’ve done it. ☺️

You: Shinooobu, my loveliest love, could you go buy some milk for me? 🤗

Shinobu: You won’t go to the store with me? 🙃😉

You: Using my own words against me. ☹️

Shinobu: Absolutely. 😈

You: Are we going to go buy milk or not? 

Shinobu: Or not.

You: Shinobu! 😭

Shinobu: I retract my previous statement. 😅 Let’s go buy milk.

You: Yay! 😍🥳🥳🥳

Shinobu: Do we need anything else?

You: Sugar. 😋

Shinobu: Actually? 🤨

You: We always need sugar. 😋😋

Shinobu: Incorrect.

You: Booooo. 😭😭😭

Shinobu: You’re about to make pancakes. You don’t need candy too.

You: But-

Shinobu: There’s ice cream in the fridge. 🍦

You: WAIT. 😳

Shinobu: ???

You: Ice cream equals dairy equals if we melt it then we could use it as milk?! 🫨🤯

Shinobu: 🤔

You: 😶 Shinobu: I don’t think that’s quite right. 🤓

You: Wanna try?! 🧫🧪

Shinobu: … how about you stay here and try while I go out and buy the real deal. 😌

You: Okay! 😁

cuddling on the couch; a cozy winter evening

You: Would you love me if I farted?

Kyojuro: You fart all the time.

You: 😒

Kyojuro: And I obviously love you. ☺️

You: Good.

Kyojuro: What kind of man would I be if I did not love farting?

You: 😶

Kyojuro: Wait-

Kyojuro: That came out-

Kyojuro: You know what I meant. 😖

You: I love you so much. 😂💘

Kyojuro: I fart too. 🤗

You: I’m aware.

Kyojuro: What if I farted and blamed it on you? 👀

You: I would love you a little less. 

Kyojuro: Truly?

You: 🙃

Kyojuro: 😔

You: You would do that to me?! 😭

Kyojuro: … no! 🥴😃

in the bathroom; getting ready for bed

You: I have a headache. 🥺

Sanemi: You always have a headache.

You: Yeah, ‘cause I have you. 🤭 Ooh, burrrn, tssst. 🔥

Sanemi: 🙄

You: 😎

Sanemi: You’re the worst.

You: Says the worstest. 😉

Sanemi: Are you finished insulting me? 😒

You: Not even close. 😇

Sanemi: Well I’m finished being insulted. 🙃

You: Aww, is someone feeling… sul-ty? 🧂

Sanemi: 😃

Sanemi: Yes. 😐 Sul-tier than the sea. 😐

You: I love you! 🥰

Sanemi: I love you too.

You: Hehehe. 😌

Sanemi: Nobody actually says “hehehe”. 🤓

You: You’re stupid.

Sanemi: ???

You: Because I literally just said, hehehe. 😝

Sanemi: Go away. 😭

You: No.😁

Sanemi: Shoo. 

You: I refuse. 😁

Sanemi: 😭

You: 😁

Sanemi: You’re the worst-er-est. 😑

lying side by side on the bedroom rug; a lazy afternoon

You: We should go swimming. 🌊

Giyuu: It’s snowing outside. 🙃

You: We should go swimming! 🌊🌊

Giyuu: The nearest body of water isn’t within walking distance. 🤨

You: We should drive somewhere to go swimming! 🌊🌊🌊

Giyuu: You’ll freeze to death. 😔

You: We can bring hot rocks and heat the water first! 😁

Giyuu: Where are we getting the rocks from, and how are we getting them hot? 

You: The basement! 🤓

Giyuu: Furthermore, how will we transport rocks that are apparently hot enough to heat a body of water large enough for swimming without burning ourselves and our car? 🤔

You: With lots of love. 🥰

Giyuu: What do you actually want to do? 🙃

You: Go swimming? 🥺

Giyuu: … would you like me to prepare a bath for us? 

You: 👀

Giyuu: 👀

You: Sure! 😍 That’s a great idea. 🥳 Thanks babe! 

Giyuu: You’re so weird. 🥲

You: I looove yoouuu. 😘❤️

Giyuu: I love you too. 🥹

lounging around the living room; deciding on a movie to watch

Tengen: Fuck you. 😌

You: No, fuck you. 😒

Makio: Fuck you both. 🥴

Hina: Already have. 😎

Makio: ... you win. 🙃

Suma: Do I win too? 🥺

You: Sure. ☺️

Tengen: We’re all winners. 😃

Hina: I mean, technically, yes, but that isn’t the point. 😐

Tengen: Fuck. You. Too. 😞

Suma: I’m a winner! 🥰

You: Let’s pick something before Hina falls asleep. 🤭

Hina: Please. 😭

Makio: You always miss the middle. 😆

Hina: And then Suma wakes me up for the end with her snoring. 😴

Suma: Heyyyyy! ☹️

Tengen: I believe it was my turn to choose? 😎

You, Hina, Makio, and Suma: NO.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐿️🧸 Day 16: Toxin/Poison

@sicktember

Summary: “Are you feeling okay, Jongho?” Jongho wondered what prompted the question. Hadn’t he just established that he was fine and enjoying the tour a lot?

CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness

Sickie(s): Hongjoong + Jongho  Caretaker(s): Seonghwa + Yeosang

“Are you feeling okay, Jongho?”, Hongjoong asked as they entered the hotel again.

As tradition dictated Hongjoong would invite a member to dinner each week in order to give them some captain-member bonding time and the possibility to just speak as two individuals not members of the same group. It was greatly appreciated by all of them and tradition was never broken - not even on tours. So Jongho counted himself very lucky that it was his week when they were in LA of all places and Hongjoong had chosen a really good seafood restaurant.

Jongho wondered what prompted the question. Hadn’t he just established that he was fine and enjoying the tour a lot?

“I’m fine, hyung”, he replied, “just tired. You know how it is.”

“That is true”, Hongjoong said, interrupting himself half-way through the sentence with a yawn. “Well, see you tomorrow, I guess. Sleep well, good night.” 

“Good night, hyung. Rest”, Jongho replied and trudged to the next room, the one he shared with Seonghwa. For a moment he watched as Hongjoong fumbled with the keycard reader, the captain known for losing his card or generally always having issues with it, but he got into the room he shared with Yeosang easily. Jongho waved and entered his room.

Seonghwa was sitting on his bed, freshly showered and hair still dripping a bit, reading on his phone. 

“Hey, Jongho-yah, how was dinner?”

“Very good”, Jongho said, “you done in the bathroom? I want to take a shower too.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Once Jongho had cleaned up himself he fell into bed easily. He was exhausted, so much was true. Concert tours were always draining, like he had told Hongjoong earlier. Going to sleep early wasn’t a luxury they had on most days and so, after talking quietly with his oldest hyung for a bit, Jongho dropped off into sleep easily.

⌛

Sleep didn’t hold for long. A glance on his phone revealed that it was only two hours he had slept. As he became more aware he noticed that Seonghwa was talking rapidly on the phone with somebody. 

Jongho was about to tell his hyung where he could stick the device in the middle of the night, when Seonghwa ended the call with a concerned: “Don’t worry, Sang-ah. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Wha’ ‘s go’n on?”, Jongho slurred, body more asleep than brain.

“Hongjoong isn’t feeling well, Yeosang just called me”, Seonghwa explained, running his hand through his hair, silhouette barely visible in the low light coming in through the curtains. “I’m gonna go see how I can help. Go back to sleep.”

“Hm, okay”, Jongho said, turning onto his other side. Maybe he should be a bit more worried about his captain and hyung but as he had pointed out earlier, tours were draining. He was so tired and he certainly didn’t want to get up if Seonghwa and Yeosang had it under control. 

Seonghwa slipped out of the room soon after and Jongho tried to fall back asleep. Now, however, as the opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t. He was so hot. Sweat was making the sheets cling to his body. Damn him for drawing Seonghwa as his roommate - his mat-hyung was a cool roommate normally but he was well known for liking warm temperatures. Why had he turned the A/C off? They were in California after all. 

The maknae fumbled a bit to stick his legs out under the blanket, hoping that like turning his pillow around, it would cool him down. It did. He shivered. Great. He just wanted to be comfortable, damn it.

Jongho had nearly fallen back asleep, already barely awake, when the door opened again.

“Hyung?”, Jongho asked.

“Hi, Jongho-yah”, Yeosang greeted with a sigh, “sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay”, Jongho assured him, now wide-awake again, and turned onto his back. “I wasn’t asleep, I think. What are you doing here? How is hyung?”

“Hongjoong-hyung said he felt nauseous earlier and went to sit in the bathroom just in case. He really didn’t look good, I have never seen him that pale. Told me to stay away and wouldn’t let me come in or call anybody for help”, Yeosang explained, sounding exhausted. “Next thing I know I am waking up to the lovely sound of puking. He refused to let me in, so I called Hwa-hyung to deal with him.”

“Oh, damn.” Illnesses on tours were always the worst. Jongho still had vivid nightmares of the time Yunho had the stomach flu in Madrid. That had not been fun at all with the heat, the older feeling like he had been dying. Jongho had been quarantined with his then-roommate, trying to help him and yet wishing he was with all the other members chilling at the pool during the day. He wished that fate on nobody, least of all on his hard-working captain.

“Yeah. Are you feeling okay? You were out eating with him, if this is food poisoning…”

Oh, please. No. It would however explain why Hongjoong had asked earlier how Jongho was feeling. Maybe he had already been feeling off back then. Jongho didn’t though, so he was fine.

Jongho felt fine, didn’t he? A bit hot but that was to be expected if one shared rooms with Park Seonghwa.

“I feel fine”, he assured Yeosang. 

“That’s good”.

Considering the time of day (or well, night), Yeosang slipped under the covers of Seonghwa’s bed and just fell back asleep. Jongho was a bit envious. He had now been awake for over half-an-hour and he was so exhausted. Yet sleep didn’t come.

Now that he wasn’t distracted by talking with his hyungs, Jongho was for the first time realizing that the A/C was indeed whirring in the warm room and considering how Yeosang, who like Jongho liked it cool, had still buried himself under the blankets he started to assume that maybe the room was indeed cold.

With the realization also came the first agonizing cramp in his stomach that had the maknae nearly whimpering in pain. He curled into himself, pressing his hands to his aching abdomen. It hurt so badly, leaving him breathless. He tried to breathe through the pain anyways, but it didn’t do much.

It was then that Jongho started to wonder if maybe he was experiencing food poisoning, considering that Hongjoong was sick as well. It would make a sick (pun not intended) form of sense. God, he hoped not.

Yet, as if understanding the situation gave his stomach permission to worsen everything, he felt a pressure deep down that he did not ever want to experience. His brow slick with sweat, Jongho groaned, cursing their food choices. Then, a wave of nausea hit, nearly making him throw up then and there.

Jongho barely had any time to wonder if the pain and his messed up bowels were causing the nausea or if he was nauseous from the food itself, before he had to fling himself from the bed and rush to the bathroom.

Though he was embarrassed knowing that Yeosang would be able to hear everything if he woke up (the hotel was fancy, the sound-proofing was not), he had no time to lose or any caution for silence to spare.

He barely managed to close the bathroom door behind himself and sit down on the toilet before everything decided to leave him at once. Jongho quickly had to understand that his nausea did indeed come from an upset stomach and not just the pain. He felt himself sweat badly, body expelling itself violently and loudly. Yet Jongho didn’t have the time to feel embarrassed before his stomach decided that down was not the only way his food wanted to come out.

Jongho gagged violently, leaning over sideways to throw up in the bathtub that was luckily directly next to the toilet. His stomach cramped anew at the terrible position he was in but at least he wasn’t throwing up on the floor. 

It was truly disgusting, seeing the waves of pale yellow and chunky vomit splatter onto the previously clean porcelain. Honestly, all of Jongho felt disgusting. 

To make matters worse, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then Yeosang’s voice asking if he could come in.

If he didn’t die of this illness Jongho was sure he was going to die of humiliation.

“No”, he yelled between gags, hoping his hyung would respect his wishes. He didn’t think he could ever look Yeosang into the eyes again, if he saw Jongho this way: Pale and sweaty on the toilet, his body evacuating from both ends at the same time. No, he would not survive that.

“If you need help, yell”, Yeosang said and hopefully left to go somewhere far away. Deep down, Jongho knew that Yeosang would never leave when his maknae was this obviously, this violently sick, but he could dream.

Another wave of vomit splashed into the disgusting puddle in the tub but then luckily it stopped. Everything stopped. All Jongho was left with was awful cramps and a still very nauseous feeling in his stomach. Plus a very terrible clean-up.

Just standing up was a problem, his abused stomach muscles hurting and pulling at every movement. In the end, Jongho barely managed to clean himself up, flush and wash out the tub with water. Though he didn’t want to face Yeosang, he knew he had no choice. All he wanted was to sleep this off.

When he exited the bathroom, he saw Yeosang sitting crosslegged on Seonghwa’s bed, typing or playing on his phone. He looked up as he heard the hesitant steps coming towards the second bed, mustering Jongho up and down. 

“How are you feeling?”, the dancer asked, his tone carefully void of emotion. Jongho had expected him to sound a bit more worried, if he was honest, and even if he didn’t want any fuss it was suddenly weird. He flushed, looking down.

“Awful. My stomach really hurts”, he admitted, curling into himself.

“I can imagine”, Yeosang mumbled and stood up, reaching up to feel Jongho’s forehead. “You’re really clammy.” And then. “You said you were fine.”

“Cleary I lied”, Jongho snapped. He was in pain and sick and confused and whatever game Yeosang was playing he was rapidly losing.

Yeosang sighed, moving his hand to Jongho’s nape.

“Sorry”, he apologized, “I’m so worried about you, maknae-yah. Why didn’t you say you felt sick too, especially after it was clear that hyung was unwell?”

“It all happened so quickly. I’m sorry.”

⌛

Earlier:

“Sorry, I didn’t know what else to do”, Yeosang said, wringing his hands. “He told me to go to bed but I was on my phone and I got worried when he didn’t come out, so I asked if he was okay. He said he was really nauseous and wanted to stay in the bathroom just in case but he didn’t want my help but now he is throwing up and …”

“Breathe”, Seonghwa interrupted the rambling, wrapping his arms around his shaking dongsaeng. “I got him. Joongie is probably not keen on anybody seeing him like this anyways.”

“You’re probably the only one who can get through to Hongjoong-hyung at this point”, Yeosang admitted, gesturing helplessly at the closed bathroom door.

“Go sleep in my bed”, Seonghwa suggested, running his hand through his hair, “no use in staying awake here.”

“I will. Thanks, hyung”, Yeosang replied, “I’m sorry, I wish I could be of more help.”

“You called me, that’s help enough”, Seonghwa assured, “if Jongho is still awake, ask him how he feels, please. I’m not sure if I want this to be food poisoning but that’s better than a stomach bug.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Once Yeosang had left, Seonghwa dared knock on the bathroom door. “Joongie? It’s me. Can I come in?”

“Hwa?”, Hongjoong asked, his voice raspy. Likely from getting sick, Seonghwa mused. He really didn’t sound good. “I…”

Hongjoong stopped talking then and for a moment Seonghwa was incredibly worried but then the lock turned. When Seonghwa opened the door, he found Hongjoong curled up on the floor, only a towel keeping him from laying on the tiles. The stench of vomit nearly made Seonghwa gag but he knew he needed to focus on Hongjoong.

The captain was incredibly pale and there was vomit drying around his mouth and on the toilet seat. Seonghwa wouldn’t be surprised if anybody looked up the definition of sick and found a picture of the young rapper there. 

“Hey there”, he whispered, kneeling down by Hongjoong’s side, brushing hair out of his face. He suppressed a shudder as he realized that Hongjoong even had vomit caking in his hair. The poor man was really sick.

“Hwa”, Hongjoong repeated his hyung’s name, moving one hand from the tight grip he had on his stomach to reach out for him. Seonghwa grasped his hand gently, knowing that any disgust he felt was nothing in comparison to how awful Hongjoong must be feeling. There were deep lines of pain on his face. “Jongho-yah … is he okay?”

How typical, always worried about the maknae - or any other member than himself - first. 

“I’m more worried about you right now”, Seonghwa said, “if Jongho is sick, which I didn’t notice when I just spoke to him, he has Sangie with him. Do you wanna get cleaned up?”

“Not sure if that would make a difference right now”, Hongjoong muttered bitterly.

“Feeling nauseous again?”

“Never stopped.” Hongjoong moaned in pain. “But yeah, uh … help me up?”

In one swift motion Seonghwa managed to hold Hongjoong over the toilet just in time for a wave of vomit to spill into the murky water below. Clearly Hongjoong had been too ill to even flush.

Hongjoong seemed to be mostly empty, barely anything coming up. He shook violently in Seonghwa’s arms and the older was sure he would be crying if he could produce tears.

Seonghwa tore a bit of toilet paper off, wiping Hongjoong’s mouth, then taking new pieces to wipe his whole face. Gently he leaned Hongjoong against the tub, where the leader pulled his knees to his chest, hugging himself. 

“Let me just clean up a bit, okay?”, Seonghwa explained. “Then we can see about getting you back to bed with a bucket.”

Hongjoong nodded tiredly.

Seonghwa had barely managed to clean the splatters of puke from the seat and thrown the paper into the toilet to be flushed with everything else, when Hongjoong whimpered in pain. As he turned around, the oldest saw the deep pain on his face and the way Hongjoong was fighting against the cramps assaulting him.

“Are you …?”

“Get out!”, Hongjoong pressed out, teeth clenched.

“What?”

“Out.”

Understanding dawned on Seonghwa and he rushed out, not wanting to make Hongjoong feel any more humiliated than he probably already did.

He blocked out the sounds of Hongjoong facing a very different problem now and texted Hongjoong’s manager. Considering how sick Hongjoong was, they would need medicine or a doctor soon. Then he texted Yeosang asking for updates, receiving an immediate reply:

Maknae is sick too.

Shit. Great.

“Hyung?”, Hongjoong called weakly. Seonghwa felt his heart break - Hongjoong only called him hyung when he was feeling particularly vulnerable and in need of comfort. “Can you bring me new pajamas?”

“Sure”, he called back, feeling awful for the younger. He didn’t want to imagine how embarrassed Hongjoong must have been to ask the question.

He grabbed a pair of comfy clothes from Hongjoong’s suitcase and knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Hongjoong had wrapped a towel around his lower self, shaking in the cold. His trousers lay abandoned, wet from a poor attempt at cleaning, in the tub.

Seonghwa rushed over to Hongjoong, handing the fresh clothes over, looking away but holding onto Hongjoong’s shoulder to help his balance as he changed.

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong whimpered once he was changed.

Seonghwa shook his head and pulled him against his chest, feeling Hongjoong take shuddering breaths. “There is nothing to be sorry about. You’re sick.”

“I mean, I … Hwa, I’m dizzy.” Hongjoong interrupted himself, a wave of panic in his voice and clutching Seonghwa's shirt frantically.

Seonghwa held him more tightly, knowing that Hongjoong was prone to fainting and that the best way to help him was to lie down flat. But it was too late. As he laid Hongjoong on his back, feet propped up against the tub, the captain’s eyes fluttered shut and he went limp.

They needed a doctor now.

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Now:

Their conversation was interrupted as Yeosang’s phone began to ring. Jongho managed to catch a glimpse of Hongjoong’s manager’s name before Yeosang lifted the phone to his ear.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, alright. Be there soon.” Yeosang hung up.

“Hongjoong-hyung fainted. They are taking him to the ER to get some meds and fluids. The manager wants you to go too before anything happens.”

Jongho felt his eyes fill with tears against his will. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. All he wanted was sleep. But he knew to not challenge a manager’s decision in the middle of the night, especially since he had no good defense for himself. So he just nodded, resigned.

“It’s probably for the better”, Yeosang comforted, wrapping the overwhelmed maknae in his arms. “You’ll feel better with some fluids and meds.”

The ride to the ER was more than unpleasant. Jongho had given up on sitting straight within a minute and had slumped into Yeosang’s side. The only thing that kept the maknae sane was his hyung’s embrace, he was sure otherwise he would have freaked out with his symptoms in an enclosed space with no bathroom near.

Hongjoong, while he had woken up, was incredibly sluggish. He was laying stretched out in the backseat, head on Seonghwa’s lap. 

By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Jongho was in extreme pain again, holding back barely an option. Yeosang pulled him into the building and to the nearest bathroom with only seconds to spare. Red-faced and humiliated in Jongho’s case and very worried in Yeosang’s, they reunited with the manager twenty minutes later.

“They already took Joongie to a room to give him meds and fluids”, the manager explained, sighing. “Seonghwa-yah is with him. I’m going to get a nurse, you’ll be admitted too, Jongho-yah.”

Jongho bit his lip, turning his face into Yeosang’s shoulder to hide. He didn’t want to be prodded by nurses and doctor’s all night, he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t know how to deal with the situation anymore but cry in his hyung’s arms.

“Do they know what is wrong?”, he heard Yeosang ask. The older was tenderly stroking Jongho’s hair, seemingly very aware that he was the only thing keeping the maknae from breaking down.

“Diarrhetic shellfish poisoning”, the manager replied, “apparently they have been getting cases all evening and night. A batch at the seafood restaurant they were at must have accidentally been contaminated.”

That was when the tears started to flow.

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Getting an IV took ages, despite a doctor being available immediately after the manager had gotten a nurse. They had led Jongho into a private waiting room but with the overwhelming situation, Jongho was barely able to sit still for longer than a few minutes before having to rush back to a bathroom. With how badly he was dehydrated it was difficult to find a vein for the IV.

It hurt and Jongho had given up on being embarrassed by the time he was crying on Yeosang’s lap while the young doctor carefully spoke to him while placing the IV, chatting to keep Jongho distracted. 

By the time Jongho was wheeled into a private hospital room, hiding his face in the pillows and clutching Yeosang’s hand as the bed he was laying on was pushed through the vast hospital halls, Jongho felt emotionally numb.

He looked up when he felt another familiar hand hold his other one in theirs.

“Hwa-hyung?”, Jongho asked quietly, blinking up at their eldest. His brain was too foggy to even question why Seonghwa was suddenly there.

“Hi, baby”, Seonghwa greeted him, placing a kiss against Jongho’s forehead. Normally Jongho would have hated it but right now it was the most comforting feeling ever. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful”, Jongho whispered, “tired.”

“Sleep.”

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Hongjoong couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this sore when he woke up. His stomach hurt and his head was pounding in time with his heart. 

“Good morning, Hongjoong-ssi”, a woman’s voice greeted him. He blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light, to look up to what appeared to be a nurse. “My name is Nali, I’m a nurse here.”

Hongjoong was still incredibly sleepy, his head filled with what felt like cotton, so he was glad the nurse was speaking Korean. They were in LA, weren’t they? He truly was in luck, except for, you know, the whole hospital thing.

“Good morning. Where are …?”

“Your manager drove your friends back to the hotel, he should be back soon”, the nurse explained, “Jongho-ssi is asleep next to you.” She gestured to the other side of the room where Hongjoong could spot his maknae curled up under the covers, face slack in sleep and still very pale.

“How is he? What…?”

“You’re both still a bit dehydrated and might experience some slight nausea and diarrhea the next few days”, the nurse explained. “Let me take your vitals and then we can see about waking Jongho-ssi up.”

Numbly, Hongjoong nodded. The nurse seemed happy enough with his vitals, blood pressure a bit low but not as bad as he had experienced in the past. Indeed did he feel a bit nauseous still and he was glad for the kidney dish resting on the bedside table even though he didn’t feel like he would be sick in the close future.

“Can I wake Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong asked just before the nurse turned to the still knocked-out maknae. “He isn’t really a fan of strangers … no offense.”

“No, of course. Go ahead. Just take it slow.”

Hongjoong slowly sat up, breathing through the slight vertigo he felt. He slipped down from the bed and, clutching the IV stand for support, wobbled over to Jongho. He was grateful for the chair at his bedside, sinking into it with a sigh. He was much more exhausted than he would have imagined from the barely five steps he had taken. 

“Maknae-yah”, he whispered, “wake up, baby.” He ran his hand over Jongho’s upper arm, hoping the stimulation would help. Jongho looked so young in his sleep and yet, so exhausted. 

It took some time until he woke up but then Jongho mumbled a sleepy: “Hyung?”

“Hey”, Hongjoong replied, “try to wake up a bit, hm? You’re in the hospital and a nice nurse wants to take your vitals.”

Jongho yawned and slowly opened his eyes. 

Hongjoong gestured at the nurse to start looking him over. If they waited until Jongho was really awake, they might sit there awhile. He always needed a bit extra help waking up when he was not feeling well.

By the time Jongho seemed truly able to understand where he was, the nurse was mostly done.

“What happened?”, Jongho asked, sounding painfully confused, “I remember feeling awful but … where are Sangie-hyung and Hwa-hyung? Aren’t you also sick, Joong-hyung?”

“Manager-hyung drove them back to the hotel”, Hongjoong explained patiently, intertwining their hands, “I feel much better than last night. How about you?”

“My stomach hurts”, Jongho mumbled, “what made us this sick?”

Right, that Hongjoong didn’t know yet either. He turned to the nurse expectantly.

“You both have Diarrhetic Shellfish poisoning. A seafood restaurant uptown apparently got a tainted batch.”

Hongjoong felt horror was over himself. He had chosen the restaurant.

“God, I’m so sorry, Jongho-yah”, he apologized, feeling even more terrible as he saw how long it took the younger one to puzzle the information together.

“Not your fault”, Jongho finally said, “you didn’t know and the food tasted good. I thought you chose it very well.”

“He’s right”, the nurse said, “nobody could have known. The restaurant didn’t either until the first cases started to come in. Just focus on resting. Do you want help getting back to your own bed?”

Hongjoong was about to nod, knowing he was never going to make it on his own, but then Jongho scooted a bit away from him. “Stay, hyung. Cuddles.”

It was so un-Jongho-like that Hongjoong for a moment wondered if he wasn’t hallucinating it all, but the honest and yearning look in Jongho’s eyes decided for him. Jongho hated hospitals and strangers and sickness, and Hongjoong couldn’t fault him for wanting to be close to his hyung when he was still obviously feeling so bad.

So, until the manager came back with Yunho and San to take them home, Hongjoong and Jongho stayed cuddled up on the bed together asleep, the maknae resting his head on his hyung’s chest. 

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Hyunjin ‘Noona’ - Part 2/2

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Well when Hyunjin asked if Yeji delete the video…the answer is you all guessed is no. This then lead to the two of them bickering for 2 hours. Whilst the rest of the kids don’t know, how to react. Before hyunjin started to swear, Changbin immediately intervene.

Did Changbin intervene in time…before his two parents found out…

Back At SKZ Kids Chat

Today 21:00

Changbin🙄: Okay okay you two stop agruing who is better! Just delete the video and Hyunjin can be normal again

Seungmin🐶: C’mon Binnie don’t be a party pooper! Finally someone gets under hyunjin skin

Changbin🙄: I’m doing this! As hyunjin is about to say a bad word! FYI WE HAVE INNIE HERE!

Yeji👑: Ermmm about that…I have sent the video to Hyunjin Appa…out of anger as he won’t listen to me

Hyunjin🕺: YAH! I did everything you asked for! Our agreement!

Seungmin🐶: This is getting better!!

Felix☀️: I just heard Appa calling for hyunjin…

Yeji👑: I should go…I’m so sorry hyunjin! Please don’t be mad at me!

Yeji left the chat

Back at SKZ Family Chat

Bangchan🐺: HYUNJIN! You come out the bathroom right this minute! How many times did I told you…don’t annoy people

Hyunjin🕺: Darn you Yeji…You can’t make me! I was defending myself! Not my fault, people can’t handle the truth!

Bangchan🐺: You should thank your friend Yeji. For showing me this!

Han🐿️: I didn’t know this is the person Hyunjin is afraid of! She sure knows how to scold people

Lee Know🐱: Chan…please let me go kill someone! This lady almost killed my child! I won’t stand for this!

Hyunjin🕺: Yeah! Eomma I almost died!

Bangchan🐺: MINHO! How can you be so clueless! Your child is started this and he refused to apologise!

Few hours later…

Lee Know🐱: Innie! Why did you tell Appa! I’m going grocery shopping!

I.N🦊: You were holding a bat in your hand! You gonna hurt someone! You shouldn’t lie!

Bangchan🐺: Minho…everything is fine now…Hyunjin made up with his friend sister…he is back to his usual self

Lee Know🐱: Ohhhh, could have told me sooner!

Bangchan🐺: I did! You were ignoring as it is you and cat ‘spa’ time!

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I had my suspicions... the eyes emoji may have given it away 😁 I appreciate you writing out all those tips! They'll be super helpful, especially when I get confused and am like Why isn't this working like P2?? Which I have no doubt will happen often. And the maps, yay, I love maps and have printed out the one for P2 with all the cache locations and I'll probably print these too.

Save anywhere at any time? I definitely won't abuse that at all... but still I'm glad there's no penalty for dying in P1. Even on baby mode I was about to bleed out from being knifed by 1 guy in a burned district today. Glad to have the combat tips. I've actually never bought any kind of gun in any of my P2 playthroughs and have tried to engage in minimal combat and looting so I wonder how feasible that will be in P1. I guess not very, if I don't want to starve to death. That reminds me, I'm going to have to fight the worms in the Abattoir soon 💀

No worries on the dialogue front, I'm well versed in making sure everyone in my video game party likes me at the expense of having any kind of moral fiber 😇😅

Oh, Yulia ♡ We would be so bad for each other. Give it a month and that house would be unfit for human habitation. #girlrotting

I can't tell how it was intended, but Artemy having the option of saying "Do you know who I am?" to her in that screenshot... it reads as hilariously aggressive to me. Confrontational! The way you describe all the character interactions is so funny though. It made me smile.

I know you probably didn't need this kind of response to that post but I want to acknowledge the work you put into it :) It's pretty likely that I'll move on to P1 after finishing P2 + Marble Nest. Hope you have a good night, or morning, or whatever 🫶

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I LOVE MAPS TOO. It's extra fun opening my phone to show the map while playing pathologic. Also, the mental image of Artemy who grew up in this town, unfurling a large paper and staring at the map for a solid 5 minutes like a lost tourist, is extremely silly.

girlrotting indeed. Not to mention how harder cleaning would be for her with her mobility issues and the limp in her leg. She mentions in her dialogue that she can't walk around much because of it. I'm taking liberaties and assuming the injury is located in her ankle joints because that's the body part she is symbolic of. No wonder she has a roommate in P2, she's probably a lot of help to her when moving is too difficult.

I did have an idea about a new pathologic healer (maybe reader insert?) who's a medical engineer and ends up convincing Yulia to amputate her leg in order to give her a prosthetic At that time period, this is considered experimental cutting-edge technology with a lot of risks. Even the prosthetic the healer offers is still a prototype and prone to failing but Yulia takes the risk.

The tricky thing was figuring out how to cut her leg since this healer isn't a menkhu and can't open bodies. Two options came to mind. One, Yulia herself has to cut her own leg after taking a shit ton of morphine. Two, the haruspex is called in for a favour to do it for them.

But watch out! Artemy would only help with the amputation, thinking Yulia just wants to get rid of it. If you blabber too much and tell him about the prosthetic, then he immediately refuses to do the surgery or help. The whole "flesh vs machine" thing and menkhu practices forbidding mixing the two.

Either way, the surgery ends up being a success! and Yulia can be seen in more places throughout the town during that playthrough. You find her walking to the cape and alongside the river, admiring the steppe and spending more time outside in general. Man, I just want her to be happy again :(

Also, the scene I pictured of how the reader convinces her to perform the surgery is very hilarious. You just waltz in while she is at the broken heart pub, yell from the top of the stairs. "Hey Yulia, are you free? Wanna come and saw off your leg? I'm very positive I can make you a better one!'

She just stares up at you from below with dull eyes, snuffing out her cigarette against the ashtray and getting up. "Why not. Do kindly lead the way."

There is a third option, but it's more of a ship of Theseus situations? How much can the reader be involved in the surgery before they cross the line of taboo? What if they just hold the equipment for Yulia? what if they only wipe the blood away? What if it's her hand holding the scalpel, but the reader's hand holds the top of Yulia's and carefully moves it, guiding her fingers slowly to separate the skin.

If the two of you held hand and moved as one through all of the surgery, then who really is the one responsible for it?

At the least, it will give the kin a moment of pause before coming after Reader with pitchforks.

And hey, I am thankful for this kind of response. I did need it, actually. I put in effort and time into my replies and seeinh them returned like this always makes me happy. It feels like someone is truly listening and replying back, that it isn't just my own voice echoing through the blog with the occasional. Thank you <3

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Talking About Ikebukuro Sunshine！Yumigeta Ako (23.08.31)

Good evening🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

I guess I used Youth correctly 笑lol

Those of you who reassured me、thank you very much♪

Now to talk about Ikebukuro！

Yumigeta Ako dancing with a huge smile during the intro

Everyone！Have you watched Hello Station〜？？？

You can see some footage from our performance at Ikebukuro Sunshine！

You can watch our first performance of our new song 「Nanzansho Souzansho」 in front of an audience…！

Please tap here if you're interested👇

Please be sure to watch it！

Ikebukuro Sunshine〜 was so much fun〜！

Loooots of people came to see us for the press interviews to start with so I was really nervous、but once I came back on stage and the foundations went off I didn't feel any nerves at all😂

Isn't that amazing？！

How the fountains went Woosh！！

I loved it♪

And、something that surprised me when we started performing 「Nanzansho Souzansho」

Was that you were cheering along even though it was our first performance of it 笑lol

You were already perfect by the 2nd verse…

At our First Event we mostly performed songs that don't have calls to go with them、so hearing 「Gettaa！」 in person made me really happy！

I wonder of my call will be 「Ako-chan」 or 「Gettaa」 or 「Akochi」！？

I'm excited to find out during the Autumn Tour！

My guess is…

「Gettaa」🤣

What are you all expecting it to beー？？

Please let me know in the comments❗️

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today I met the member-sans at work、

And during our break、since I know I'll want to post about what we did today on my blog someday Inoue took a photo of me！

But

When I looked at the photo Inoue took of me、I noticed something…

What did I notice。

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Time's Up

Surprisingly I look better in photos when I tilt my chin up！

That makes sense！😂

As for how I noticed this、

It's because when I usually take selfies I naturally hold the camera at eye level。

Because I'm holding my phone。

But when Inoue took my photo

What she did

Is she held the camera quite low、

And since I was my first time seeing a photo of myself from that angle I looked really different！、

So then I slowly realised

「This is better…？」笑lol

A new discovery👍

I Getted 「A new angle」✨

Thanks Inoue！

Next time I'll take a photo of Inoue！

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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Today for some reason I've been really craving mitarashi dango〜！

Do you ever suddenly want to eat dango？？？

Maybe it's just me😂

Everyone what's your favourite type of dango？！

Please let me know in the comments〜！

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night 🐿️🐿️🐿️

[my-weird-news]

🕵️‍♂️Unmasking 'Only Murders' Season 3 Suspects! Who's Guilty?

Ben Glenroy's Not-So-Dead Shenanigans: Only Laughs in the Building Season 3! So, hold onto your detective hats, folks, because Ben Glenroy's death saga has us all wrapped up in a murder-mystery pretzel! It's like trying to solve a crossword puzzle with missing letters and a squirrel on your shoulder, whispering hints in squirrel language. 🐿️ Yeah, that kind of wacky. Picture this: season 2's grand finale was all like, "Surprise! Murder's on the menu!" During the opening night of Oliver's drama extravaganza, "Death Rattle," Ben and Charles engaged in a conversation that probably would've been easier if it were Morse code communicated through interpretive dance. You know it's serious when words don't cut it, and there's just this inexplicable air of feud in the room. Next thing you know, Ben's making a dramatic exit—straight onto the stage, in a flop that's not quite Tony-worthy. Fast forward to season 3, and guess who's alive and kickin'? Yep, our dear Ben! He popped up at the Arconia, dropped the "I almost died" bomb, and then was like, "Cool, I'mma hit the hay." But don't you worry, things got even nuttier. Under the moonlight's romantic glow (maybe there wasn't any romantic glow, but it sounds good), Mabel, Oliver, and Charles had front row seats to Ben's encore fall from grace, right through the ceiling via the elevator. How's that for an entrance? 💥 Hold your magnifying glasses because the twist-o-meter went haywire! Showrunner John Hoffman spilled the beans, saying, "Imagine this: you've got a room full of potential suspects, and surprise, surprise, the victim himself is playing detective and finger-pointing at everyone!" It's like a game show where the contestants are all potential murderers. Genius, right? And then, bam! Ben's ghostly exit from the Arconia totally sets the stage for our quirky trio. But here's the kicker: when they told Paul Rudd (aka Ben) about his not-so-final demise, he didn't just do a double-take; he probably did a triple somersault! Imagine his face during that Zoom call: a mix of "What the heck?" and "Oh my gosh, you're kidding!" 🤯 And because this is a true laugh-o-rama, let's break it down with a little suspect showcase: - Charles: The grandmaster of sarcasm and witty comebacks. Did his quips get a little too sharp this time? - Oliver: The playmaker with a flair for the dramatic. Did he finally decide to make his role as a murderer a reality show? - Mabel: The tech-savvy detective who's sharper than a tack. But did her curiosity lead her down a path of no return? So, folks, buckle up! This season's murder rollercoaster has more twists and turns than a pretzel factory in an earthquake. Let's see if our trio of quirky detectives can solve this conundrum before we all start speaking squirrel. 🥨🕵️‍♂️🌪️# Ben Glenroy's Not-So-Dead Shenanigans: Only Laughs in the Building Season 3! So, hold onto your detective hats, folks, because Ben Glenroy's death saga has us all wrapped up in a murder-mystery pretzel! It's like trying to solve a crossword puzzle with missing letters and a squirrel on your shoulder, whispering hints in squirrel language. 🐿️ Yeah, that kind of wacky. Picture this: season 2's grand finale was all like, "Surprise! Murder's on the menu!" During the opening night of Oliver's drama extravaganza, "Death Rattle," Ben and Charles engaged in a conversation that probably would've been easier if it were Morse code communicated through interpretive dance. You know it's serious when words don't cut it, and there's just this inexplicable air of feud in the room. Next thing you know, Ben's making a dramatic exit—straight onto the stage, in a flop that's not quite Tony-worthy. Fast forward to season 3, and guess who's alive and kickin'? Yep, our dear Ben! He popped up at the Arconia, dropped the "I almost died" bomb, and then was like, "Cool, I'mma hit the hay." But don't you worry, things got even nuttier. Under the moonlight's romantic glow (maybe there wasn't any romantic glow, but it sounds good), Mabel, Oliver, and Charles had front row seats to Ben's encore fall from grace, right through the ceiling via the elevator. How's that for an entrance? 💥 Hold your magnifying glasses because the twist-o-meter went haywire! Showrunner John Hoffman spilled the beans, saying, "Imagine this: you've got a room full of potential suspects, and surprise, surprise, the victim himself is playing detective and finger-pointing at everyone!" It's like a game show where the contestants are all potential murderers. Genius, right? And then, bam! Ben's ghostly exit from the Arconia totally sets the stage for our quirky trio. But here's the kicker: when they told Paul Rudd (aka Ben) about his not-so-final demise, he didn't just do a double-take; he probably did a triple somersault! Imagine his face during that Zoom call: a mix of "What the heck?" and "Oh my gosh, you're kidding!" 🤯 And because this is a true laugh-o-rama, let's break it down with a little suspect showcase: - Charles: The grandmaster of sarcasm and witty comebacks. Did his quips get a little too sharp this time? - Oliver: The playmaker with a flair for the dramatic. Did he finally decide to make his role as a murderer a reality show? - Mabel: The tech-savvy detective who's sharper than a tack. But did her curiosity lead her down a path of no return? So, folks, buckle up! This season's murder rollercoaster has more twists and turns than a pretzel factory in an earthquake. Let's see if our trio of quirky detectives can solve this conundrum before we all start speaking squirrel. 🥨🕵️‍♂️🌪️ Read the full article

[luvrhyune]

IT’S GOOD WRITING IDK HELP ME MZNZAKNSMS!!!!! AND YOU ARE OUR FRIEND NOW!!!!! you passed the first test as soon as puppy talked to you 👀 letting us annoy you in your inbox was the final initiation!!!! AND YANG /🦊/ CALLS ME MEAN STUFF ALL THE TIME???? everyone else is nice :v sometimes. minchi and puppy call me everything related to clown 50% of the time but the other 50% i GUESS they like me or smth??? UNCLEAR, minchi says i’m the bane of his existence and puppy won’t accept my marriage proposals but MAYBE ONE DAY they’ll change!!!!

DO YOU WANT A NICKNAME??? WE CAN DO NICKNAMES!!!!! I GIVE NICKNAMES!!!! everyone’s just skz-ified though kekekeke, my irl nickname’s jay and that’s what i’d go by online but when i met the others it turned into jiji. then xie went by z/zee so we just replaced it, and minchi went by charm/chi so we added min, and puppy’s irl nickname is mimi so we call him minnie, then we call yang their name cuz of i.n and one of his favorite characters name is yang so double plus for him - 🐿️

I’M UR FRIEND :((( <33333 i just wanna eat u all (affectionately) my best friend,, we’ll call her E,, i LOVE her with all my heart but omygosh is she weird — i have so many mean nicknames for her that come from the bottom of my heart LMFAOOOO BUT 🦊 — he seems v much like me with mean nicknames hehe🤭🤭🤭

ALSO!!! NICKNAME?!/£:!/&/!/ well elle IS my nickname,, i HATEEE my government irl name because its hard for people to pronounce and spell — so my online friends (gf’s🤭🤭) gave me the nickname “elle” though my family nickname is ellie & i am never called by my government name at home so,,, WHATEVER NICKNAME YOU’VE GOT 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 everyone’s nicknames are so creative and nice :(( i really like them all tbh :)

[theharrowing]

Now The Forest Knows My Secret

Seokjin told himself that if he caught up to Hoseok on his morning run through the forest, that he would finally confess to being in love with him, but instead he only finds a squirrel amongst the trees to open his heart to. Little does Seokjin know, Hoseok can shapeshift into a squirrel. 🐿️

🍃 Hoseok x Seokjin 

🍃 word count: 8.9k

🍃 friends to lovers, semi-canon compliant, idol au, shapeshifting, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: top seokjin, bottom hoseok. events loosely take place during In The Soop 1. Hoseok is needy, Seokjin has a big dick, pining, confessions, outdoor/forest sex, ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, light humiliation, sex while standing up, multiple orgasms, shameless smut.

🍃 written for the Serenity: In The Soop Fest!

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​

🍃 posted june 2022 | read on ao3​

"Hoba!" Seokjin's voice calls. "Did you come this way?"

Hoseok's ears twitch, and his nose sniffs rapidly; Seokjin is close. He must have seen Hoseok take off running earlier along the path and decided to join him. However, Seokjin won't recognize Hoseok like this, so Hoseok continues to sit on the tree branch with his tail upright and curled at the end, watching as Seokjin gets closer.

"Yah, Hoba," Seokjin mutters to himself, sounding out of breath as twigs snap and leaves crunch beneath his feet. "How did you manage to get so far?"

It's a strange coincidence, Hoseok thinks, that Seokjin happens to stop right where he is. He wonders if, somehow, Seokjin can sense that he's there. But that would be impossible, right? As if able to read Hoseok's mind, Seokjin looks up, angles his head to the side, and stares directly into Hoseok's eyes. Hoseok stands straight, shocked, and Seokjin relaxes, smiling widely.

"Cute," Seokjin says. "Guess it's just you and me, little squirrel."

Hoseok cocks his head and sniffs the air rapidly. He can smell the sweet musk coming from Seokjin. Hoseok loves the way Seokjin smells when he sweats.

"I'm surprised you're not running away," Seokjin says, inching a little closer to Hoseok. Hoseok stays still and watches him. "Maybe I should sing to you like they do in the movies and make you my friend. I'll have you know, I'm probably more of a Snow White than a Cinderella."

Hoseok agrees that Seokjin's beauty is worth killing for.

"Perhaps I should confess to you my deepest secret, and then it won't nag at me anymore. Would you like that, little guy?"

Hoseok's ears twitch, and he sits comfortably with his front paws clutched together in front of his chest. He wonders what Seokjin's confession could possibly be. He bets it's that Seokjin secretly spent money to advance in a video game that he's been playing during his time off. Or maybe that he's been holding out on telling the group about his new favorite takeout place and hoarding all the delicious morsels to himself. Seokjin is as shameless as he is helpful, though, and a better gamer than most of the group, so he's not sure either of those scenarios would fit his hyung very well.

"I'm in love, little squirrel," Seokjin says.

Seokjin smiles, but it quickly falls, and his eyes drop to the forest floor before he looks back up at Hoseok. Hoseok's tail flicks, and he inadvertently stomps on his branch. He doesn't mean to have such an aggressive response to his best friend having feelings for someone; he just...wishes it was him.  

"It's silly, right?" Seokjin asks, smiling sadly at Hoseok. "It's funny because he's one of my best friends, and we've always been close, but I never know what to say or do around him when these feelings bubble. And they've been bubbling a lot lately."

Hoseok's mind races. Who could it possibly be? Another member? Seokjin is fairly close to everyone, but he's closest to Jungkook. Jungkook is so wrapped up in Jimin, though, and has been for an eternity, so he doubts it's him. Hoseok wonders if maybe it could be one of the staff members—the one who tags along to the amusement parks with him. Of course it would be him; he's handsome and outgoing in ways Hoseok knows he can't compete with. Hoseok feels so deflated, and he drops his tail down, wrapping it around his body.

Seokjin chuckles and shakes his head. "I told myself that if I met him out here, that I would confess." He looks around, taking in the scenery.

"But it's just you and me, so you'll have to keep my confession safe. Thanks, little squirrel," Seokjin says with a wink. "I'll go back now."

Seokjin turns to go back the way he came, and Hoseok stays where he is in a daze—the words had entered his tiny ears, and the information had floated right into his brain, but it doesn't make sense just yet, so Hoseok replays his words over and over. I told myself that if I met him out here, that I would confess. What...does he mean, meet who out here? The only one out here is...

Oh. Oh.

When Hoseok returns to the main house, he's out of breath and ready for a shower. He hopes he doesn't run into Seokjin while he runs upstairs to his room for a change of clothes. He's not sure how he will manage to look Seokjin in the eye later and is already anxious about the prospect of preparing dinner with everyone.

Hoseok manages to shower without crossing paths with any of the members and begins to make his way back downstairs in clean shorts and tee, all FILA brand. It's late enough that Seokjin should be up at the upper house helping with dinner preparation, so Hoseok thinks he'll be safe to sit in the main house and work on some building blocks or tweak his rubber band airplane until he's ready to go make himself useful.

So when Hoseok sees, from the corner of his eye, Seokjin rummaging through the fridge, he panics. Hoseok backs up quickly, standing in front of the stairs. There's no way Seokjin saw him all the way from the kitchen, right?

"Yah, Hoba!" Seokjin calls. Hoseok sighs and cranes his neck into view, watching Seokjin come down the short hallway. He nearly runs into Seokjin when he steps forward, and both men hop backward as if there's an electric barrier between them.

Seokjin holds a bundle of spring onions in one hand and packs of bean sprouts in the other, and he offers Hoseok a small smile. "Where did you go today?"

"Wh—" Hoseok rasps, but it gets stuck in his throat, so he clears it and tries again. "What do you mean?"

Seokjin laughs and seems to be pretty nonchalant, except the red tips of his ears, which speaks volumes. "I ran to find you, but you got too far."

"Oh," Hoseok responds. "Yeah, I uh—I went further than usual today. I didn't realize you'd want to run with me."

With a shrug, Seokjin hums. "It was a spur-of-the-moment choice."

Hoseok nods—Seokjin has been nothing but impulsive since they showed up here several days ago, which Hoseok admires, so taking chase to confess his feelings doesn't seem too off-brand, as far as Hoseok is concerned.

"What's for dinner?" Hoseok asks, eager to change the subject.

Seokjin holds up the spring onions. "Yoongi-yah wants to make dakgalbi. And I found these bean sprouts, so I'm bringing them just in case."

Hoseok hums and nods, pulling his lips into a dimpled smile. Seokjin's eyes fall to Hoseok's lips, and he looks like he has more to say, but Hoseok speaks first, asking, "Is there something I can do to help?"

Seokjin hesitates, looks past Hoseok as if he's gathering his thoughts, then plasters on a smile, shrugs, and says, "If you want to come see if Yoongi-yah needs anything, I'm sure he would like that."

"S-sure," Hoseok responds.

They both stand there, quietly. Hoseok watches Seokjin, who watches some unknown spot on the wall. It's not necessarily an awkward silence, but it's a heavy one, and the longer they stand in it, the more it starts to weigh on Hoseok, so he steps back, out of Seokjin's bubble, and walks around him.

"Shall we?" Hoseok offers, opening the nearby door.

Seokjin doesn't move, but he nods and says, "Yeah. I'll be right there."

The walk to the upper house feels...off. Like Hoseok's limbs are too heavy to carry him, and yet there's a force pushing him forward, keeping him upright. He trips on some gravel on the incline of the driveway and stumbles but rights himself, and when he gets to the house, everyone else is there chattering away, either helping Yoongi with food prep or with some other kind of preparations, or standing around the gaming station. It's a familiar scene that he's walked in on hundreds of times, and yet he feels like an outsider entering the home, wondering if he has a place there at all.

"Ah, Hoba," Yoongi calls, "can you do me a favor?"

Yoongi's voice pulls Hoseok to reality, though he still feels pulled off his axis a little. He joins Yoongi in the kitchen and quickly gets to work on helping him, and when Seokjin joins moments later, the chaos of the house is enough to keep Hoseok focused. He only steals glances a few times.

The thing is, Hoseok is stupid in love with Seokjin. He's been stupid in love with Seokjin for as long as he can remember and sometimes dotes heavily on all the other members to hide all the affectionate touches and glances he sends Seokjin because he has never been sure whether Seokjin would feel the same way. Now that Hoseok knows he feels the same way, he feels almost at a loss, somehow.

He doesn't want to confess to Seokjin that he overheard him in the forest because how will he explain to Seokjin that he can shift into a squirrel? But if he does start something with Seokjin, eventually, he'll have to tell him; it's not something he can just keep from him. But how will Seokjin react? The prospect is a bit terrifying.

Dinner was amazing, and everyone sits around, finishing their drinks and giggling about this and that. It's been extremely cathartic for the group to come out into the woods for a few days at a time to unwind and play around as if they have no responsibilities. Of course, there are cameras all over, but that's so normal at this point, Hoseok hardly notices—only really sees them when he's seeking privacy.

Everyone begins to clear away the dishes except for Yoongi and Seokjin, and Hoseok twiddles his fingers, coming up with his next step. He's had enough alcohol to feel a bit loose and comfortable with making a confession of his own, but he's still full of anxiety. He's not sure he wants to speak his heart with soju on his breath; maybe he should wait a bit longer.

"Earth to Seok," Yoongi grumbles, and Hoseok looks up, startled. Hoseok hums in response, and Yoongi chuckles, squinting as if trying to read him. "You seem lost in another world."

Hoseok hums again. "Yeah, I guess so. I have a lot on my mind."

"Want to talk about it?" Seokjin offers.

"No!" Hoseok blurts, maybe a little too forcefully. His hyungs look at him, surprised, and Hoseok clears his throat and laughs it off. "Sorry, ha! Didn't mean to shout, just, uh—" Hoseok clears his throat again and stands. "Gonna see what the kids are up to in the kitchen! Make sure they don't need a hand!"

Hoseok knows he's being awkward and can feel their eyes on him as he stands and leaves, but he can already hear Yoongi and Seokjin change the topic to League of Legends, which makes him sigh in relief. Nothing really fazes those two, but it was still a close call.

It's been over an hour since Hoseok laid down, and he can't sleep; he keeps replaying the scene in the forest over and over again. He thinks about how Seokjin looked him in the eye like he knew it was him—like he knew that Hoseok was a cute little squirrel sitting on a branch. How Seokjin blushed when he confessed to being in love. How much it hurt Hoseok to think of Seokjin loving anyone but him, only to discover it had to be him. Nobody else was out in the woods, and he called for Hoseok before stumbling on him...it had to be Hoseok he was talking about, right?

Hoseok hates that he has doubts, but he just can't imagine why. Why him. Hoseok knows that he's funny, and kind, and attractive, and talented, and all of the things the boys and his fans tell him he is, but he still can't wrap his head around the idea of Seokjin liking him, of all people. He wants to talk to him, but he doesn't know how or where. He thought about it earlier—stared out in the lawn for a while, thinking about leading Seokjin out there to confess without being overheard. But then he gave up and came to bed.

"If he runs with me tomorrow, I'll tell him," Hoseok whispers to himself, finally drifting to sleep.

"Going on another run?"

Hoseok looks up to find Seokjin dressed ready to exercise. He had hoped to stretch and get into the woods before anyone else saw him, but of course Seokjin is up at the crack of dawn. It's then that Hoseok remembers his promise to himself, and he takes a deep breath in before letting it out. He nods, offers to grab a bottle of water from the fridge for Seokjin, and approaches a camera director to whisper for him to please not let anyone follow them on their run today before taking the waters back to where Seokjin begins stretching.

Seokjin stretches deep, so deep it makes Hoseok avert his eyes and stare at a spot in the grass. Two can play this game, he thinks, placing his hands on his knees to squat equally as low. He doesn't need to look up to Seokjin to see if he's watching because he can tell from the periphery that Seokjin has stopped mid-stretch to look. Hoseok takes his time rolling his neck, then stands straight and smiles at a frozen Seokjin.

"Ready?" Hoseok calls, tossing a cold bottle to Seokjin, and Seokjin catches the bottle and stares at Hoseok, mouth agape like he's just seen a ghost.

Seokjin quickly recovers and smiles that fond smile Hoseok loves so much and nods. "Ready when you are, Hoba!"

Hoba. The nickname always makes Hoseok's heart sing. He loves it when Yoongi says it with the fondness of a dear old friend, but he especially loves it when Seokjin says it with a hint of something more. How did he never notice until now? The tone was always there, always saccharine and dripping with affection.

Hoseok takes off along the path, and Seokjin follows him, staying just a couple steps behind. It's nice having a running buddy, hearing someone's feet against the gravel and breathing huffed out and sucked in, in sync with his own. He wonders if Seokjin is looking ahead at the same point as him or if he's viewing the scenery differently. Maybe Seokjin is looking at him.

They make it around the lake in silence, save for their breathing beginning to get heavier. Hoseok could run faster than he is now, but he doesn't want to outpace Seokjin or push him to go harder; he wants to keep him right here with him, just as they are. The forest is ahead, and he wants to wait to take a break until they're out of the clearing and hidden within the trees. He almost suggests it when—

"Hoba," Seokjin huffs, "let's take a break in the forest."

Hoseok smiles to himself and nods, sending an "Okay!" over his shoulder with his eyes on the tree line. A drone camera flies nearby overhead, and so Hoseok definitely does not want to orchestrate a confession until he can get out of its line of sight.

And suddenly, he feels anxious. Not so anxious that he begins to consider backing out, but just enough that he worries he'll be a fumbling mess when it comes to speaking his heart. Their steps get heavier and more languid, and Hoseok slows a bit more to keep in step with Seokjin. The forest is close. So close he can smell it.

"Wah, Hoba," Seokjin mutters, breathing hard.

Hoseok stops and turns to find Seokjin slowing down even more. The forest line is so close, Hoseok holds back the urge to whine. He considers offering Seokjin a piggyback ride just to get him past the trees.

"Sorry," Seokjin says. "I might be worn out from running out here three days in a row. I don't know how you do it!"

I have the speed and stamina of a squirrel, Hoseok thinks, but he asks, "Should we walk the rest of the way?"

Seokjin cocks his head, sending Hoseok a curious look. "To where?"

"T-to the forest. To take a break."

A small smirk tugs at Seokjin's lips and Hoseok wonders if his desperation to get Seokjin alone under the cover of trees is that transparent.

"I just thought, since there's shade it would be nicer than being out here in the sun," Hoseok continues.

Seokjin nods and smiles wider. He's taking a drink from a bottle of water, slowing his breaths, and Hoseok thinks, for just a second, that he would like to lick the sweat from the side of Seokjin's face. Hoseok feels his cheeks turn hot and looks away, gazes out over the lake to the house where he thinks he can see some of the boys walking around and starting their day.

"Okay, let's walk the rest of the way," Seokjin says, approaching Hoseok. Hoseok waits for Seokjin to be beside him before he begins to walk, falling into step with him.

"Do you feel better today," Seokjin asks.

Hoseok turns to look at Seokjin, who stares ahead. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, you just seemed, I don't know...antsy?"

Hoseok chuckles and curses himself for behaving so weirdly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind."

Twigs begin to snap under their steps, mingling with the crunch of gravel, and Hoseok begins to pick up his pace, moving to a place just off the path where there's a boulder they can sit on.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Seokjin asks.

Hoseok swallows a lump in his throat and takes a deep breath. "Actually, yes," Hoseok turns to Seokjin and stops in his tracks just before the boulder. "There is something."

Seokjin stops, his breath seems to hitch, and he looks expectantly at Hoseok. Hoseok didn't mean for his voice to come out so low and seductive, and it's clear that it had an effect on Seokjin.

"Jin-hyung, I," Hoseok swallows another lump and takes a step forward, close enough to Seokjin to have to look upward ever so slightly. Hoseok pulls off his floppy white bucket hat to get its rim out of his eyes so he can see Seokjin more clearly. "I need to tell you something."

Seokjin looks intrigued and worried, and Hoseok takes one more deep breath. "Jin-hyung, I—"

"Whaaaaaa!" A deep voice calls from just outside the tree line. "Look, look! I found one."

Hoseok deflates, feeling the wind knocked from his lungs as he looks through the trees to see Namjoon crouched by the lake not far from where they are, most likely looking at a frog or something. He must not have been too far behind them, and Hoseok wonders how he didn’t notice. Seokjin turns and chuckles, then shakes his head.

"Shit," Hoseok whispers under his breath, cocking his head in disbelief while his eyes find the ground.

"I—uh—it'll have to wait," Hoseok says, patting Seokjin on the chest and running over to where Namjoon and his cameraman are beside the lake. Hoseok isn't fond of many of the creatures Namjoon finds, but he doesn't want to confess to Seokjin in anyone's presence. He wants to kiss Seokjin until his lips are pink and puffy, and he can't risk it with his hyung right there, so he'll feign interest either until Namjoon leaves or Seokjin decides to run back.

It's already dark, everyone is full of food and drink, and their time in the forest is coming to an end. Tomorrow is the last full day before they pack up the following morning and head back home. Hoseok is looking forward to going back to his routine and keeping his body in motion, but he already misses having the freedom to relax and focus on crafts and watch everyone else unwind and have fun.

Hoseok takes a seat at the picnic table by the small fire pit. He watches as the flames travel up and lick the air and thinks about everything he did while out here and everything he watched the others do. Hoseok loves to bask in a moment and cherish it, never taking anything for granted, and he smiles to himself over all the things he and the others have managed to accomplish, even if their accomplishments were laying back and enjoying some peace and quiet.

There is one thing Hoseok ponders, wishing he could go back and change, but he tries not to dwell on it. Although it would be special to share a moment with Seokjin out here, in nature, he knows that he will have plenty of time to confess his feelings when they get back. It's not as if he'll never see Seokjin again after this.

"You look lost in thought," Seokjin says, pulling Hoseok into the present.

Hoseok startles and holds his hand to his chest, then scoffs at his own foolishness and shakes his head to the side in disbelief. Seokjin walks past Hoseok and takes a seat next to him, and immediately Hoseok can feel his heart pounding. He glances around to see everyone else is far enough from them that they could have the conversation he wanted to have, though he does lament missing out on the romantic first kiss factor that a totally secluded confession would have offered.

"I guess I do have a lot on my mind," Hoseok says, smiling softly while continuing to watch the fire.

"Does it have anything to do with what you wanted to tell me earlier?"

Hoseok shifts his weight, turning his knees toward Seokjin. It's not as easy to look each other in the eye while seated beside one another, but Hoseok does his best. "It does," he says, looking shyly at Seokjin.

Seokjin grins. "I'm all ears."

Hoseok takes a deep breath in, then inhales it. "I wanted to tell you this when we were perfectly alone. In fact...maybe I should wait."

Seokjin sighs. It's a playful sigh, laced with fake exasperation, as if he doesn't have all the time to wait right now.

"Seokjin, do you—" Hoseok stops and looks Seokjin in the eye, studying him. Seokjin watches Hoseok attentively. "This is awkward," Hoseok confesses, looking down. "I've never had to do this before."

"Yah, Seokah, spit it out," Seokjin chides quietly, nudging Hoseok's arm with his elbow.

Hoseok swallows a lump in his throat and ignores the fluttering of a swarm of something fierce in his chest.

"I just think you're amazing," Hoseok mutters. This isn't how he expected this would go, but he rolls with it. When Hoseok looks up at Seokjin, Seokjin's face is bright and open, as if he already knows where this is going. "I admire you. I find myself in a daze thinking about you all the time. I—"

Hoseok takes another deep breath and holds eye contact. "I love you. Not just in the way I love the rest of the guys. I love you in a way that makes me want to cherish you. I love you in a way that makes me want to hold you close and confide in you. I love you in a way that makes me terrified of you. I wanted to say this in the forest, but—"

"But Namjoon and his damn frogs," Seokjin chuckles, looking down at the ground before meeting Hoseok's gaze once more. "I love you, too. I confessed to a squirrel that I love you, so now the forest knows my secret. But I guess it's not a secret anymore."

Hoseok's fingers flex as if trying to reach out for Seokjin, but he stops himself. Someone could come walking by at any moment, and although he's held hands with all of the guys at some point or another, this moment feels too precious to laugh off and pretend it wasn't happening, or to fake as something less important, should someone see them.

"I wanted to tell you in the forest so that, if you felt the same way, we could kiss each other stupid and nobody would see," Hoseok confesses. He can feel his cheeks turn pink, and he doesn't care. "It's all I've been able to think about."

Seokjin's eyes glow in the light of the small fire, flickering with yellow and orange, and Hoseok watches, enamored by the blaze that mirrors what he feels in his heart. "I would like that," Seokjin says.

"Good," Hoseok mutters with a smile.

This time when Seokjin stretches deep, Hoseok watches intently, commenting on his form and making crude jokes about how low Seokjin can go and about how good Seokjin might look if he got lower, all while towering over him. Seokjin smirks, ears and neck turning bright red, and when Hoseok stretches, Seokjin makes similar remarks, making Hoseok feel intimidated, almost shy, to be looked at and spoken to in such a manner by him, of all people.

They cannot get into the forest fast enough.

Hoseok takes off running. He had already grabbed a water bottle before they began to stretch, and he doesn't care if Seokjin is ready or not because Seokjin will catch up eventually. And he does. Hoseok hears footsteps beating gravel into sand just behind him, and he smiles widely to himself. Once more, he had asked a camera operator not to follow him, and this time he made sure Namjoon was busy working on crafts with the others.

The cool morning breeze coming off the lake fills Hoseok's lungs, and he feels elated and more alive than ever before. He can't wait to pin Seokjin to a tree and kiss him until they can't breathe. Seokjin catches up to Hoseok, and although he's more winded than Hoseok, he keeps up beside him.

"Eager, are we?" Seokjin pants and Hoseok grins.

"You have no idea."

The trees are getting closer, and Hoseok can't tell if his heart is beating so hard from the physical exertion or from his want. Hoseok listens to Seokjin's panting and can't help but picture him underneath him or leaning over him. However Seokjin may want him, Hoseok is a willing and eager participant. It occurs to him that he's getting ahead of himself and shouldn't be imagining the two of them fucking, but Hoseok has never felt so needy in his life, and his thoughts swirl and pulse through him at breakneck speeds.

Seokjin begins to slow, but Hoseok keeps the pace. In fact, he speeds up. In the tree line, off to the left, past where they stopped at a boulder, there's a more dense area of trees. In there, they can hide away even from Namjoon and his frogs if they have to. In fact, Hoseok laments not taking Seokjin further into the forest yesterday, but he didn't want to risk being heard and have to explain it with blushed cheeks afterward; Namjoon would not have let go.

Hoseok slows as soon as he crosses the tree line. He checks behind him to see Seokjin making good time, and he slowly jogs along the path before veering off to the left, coming to a walk. Seokjin slows and follows Hoseok, and as the trees become denser and the shadows widen, Hoseok feels a hand against his and fingers lacing between his fingers. Hoseok's heart skips a beat, and his breath gets caught in his throat, and when he looks to his right, Seokjin is smirking.

"I have some idea," Seokjin says, and Hoseok hums.

"About how eager you are," Seokjin continues. He takes the lead and tugs Hoseok over to a wide tree, rounds it, and presses his body against Hoseok and Hoseok's body into the scratchy bark.

Hoseok's breathing is deep and ragged, and he stares up at Seokjin with his mouth hanging agape and eyes wide. He knows he must look ridiculous, like a lovesick puppy, but that's exactly how he feels, and shame be damned, he doesn't mind if Seokjin knows it.

"Now, about that kiss you wanted…," Seokjin says softly, leaning into Hoseok's space and gently taking Hoseok's face in both hands.

Hoseok juts out his chin to meet Seokjin halfway, and when Seokjin licks over Hoseok's bottom lip and gently sucks it between his teeth, a jolt of energy surges through Hoseok and his mouth falls further open in a whimper. Seokjin leads, licking Hoseok's tongue and drawing delicate circles in his mouth. Hoseok doesn't remember lifting his arms, but his fingers grip the front of Seokjin's shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline.

Seokjin hums and groans, and Hoseok whimpers and moans, each man swallowing the sounds of the other, pushing and pulling gently with their tongues. The kiss isn't heated or desperate, but it's charged and Seokjin slots a thigh between Hoseok's legs, making Hoseok mewl from the gentle touch that grazes him.

"Fuck," Hoseok whines. "It's embarrassing how much I want you."

"Embarrassing?" Seokjin takes a step back, pantomimes being offended, and places a hand over his heart. "Have you seen me, Hoba? I'm surprised you're not ripping my clothing to shreds."

Hoseok takes Seokjin by the waist and steps forward, then spins them, pushing Seokjin against the tree and pressing his body into him. Hoseok can feel Seokjin's cock, firm and heavy against his hip, and both men whine as Hoseok trails his hands up Seokjin's torso, snaking them around his neck.

"I would be ripping your clothing to shreds," Hoseok says in a voice low and dripping with desire. It's Seokjin's turn to drop his mouth agape. But then, just as quickly as Seokjin looked surprised, his lips curl into a smirk, making him seem devious.

"So why don't you?"

Hoseok scoffs and searches Seokjin's eyes, then mutters, "I didn't bring lube with me on this trip."

Seokjin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of lube, and Hoseok gasps. He can't help but wonder if Seokjin planned ahead—if he knew he was going to confess and hoped Hoseok would want to fuck in the woods like wild animals.

"Why did you—"

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "To jerk off."

Okay, Hoseok admits it makes sense, but he tends to just spit into his hand when he wants to jerk off away from home, and perhaps he expected everyone else did too. But then Seokjin continues and says a string of words that drive Hoseok wild.

"I like to make a mess."

Hoseok's hands are off Seokjin in a flash, tugging away his own hat and throwing it to the ground, then pulling off his own shirt and tossing it to where his hat has landed. Seokjin grins, watching Hoseok respond almost frantically, still fully dressed against the tree.

"You want me that badly?" Seokjin chides as Hoseok pulls Seokjin forward and begins pushing his shirt up. Hoseok wants to see and touch and feel Seokjin's skin, and he wants it now.

"Please," Hoseok mutters.

Seokjin grabs the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, and Hoseok stops everything he's doing, arms suspended in mid-movement, to look at Seokjin. They've seen each other undress, but Hoseok always averts his eyes to prevent himself from staring. He's never taken the time to really look at Seokjin, to map the lines and curves—the muscle and bone. Hoseok's arms remember how to move, and he places his hands gently on Seokjin's chest and roves his palms down and around and up, feeling Seokjin's warm, soft skin.

"You really are obsessed, huh?" Seokjin says with a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course I am," Hoseok responds seriously—shamelessly. "Just look at you."

Seokjin places his hands on Hoseok's ribs and rubs up and down gently. "How do you want me?"

Hoseok looks Seokjin in the eye, feeling surprised. Of course, they have to have this conversation, but the way Seokjin brings it up so casually and immediately takes Hoseok aback.

"Do you have a preference?" Hoseok asks, and Seokjin shakes his head.

Hoseok smirks, feeling bold. "Then I want you to fuck me."

Seokjin grins, and the darkness that flashes in his eyes takes Hoseok's breath away. Slowly, gradually, Seokjin forces Hoseok to back up, and although Hoseok has no idea what's behind him, he can't make himself look anywhere but at Seokjin.

"You want me to fuck you?" Seokjin says in almost a mocking tone. "Want me to bend you over and make you mine?"

All Hoseok can do is mutter, "Fuck."

Seokjin stops, so Hoseok stops. "Turn around and bend over for me, then."

Hoseok turns and finds a boulder before him, just tall enough for him to bend at the hips and lean his elbows into it. Seokjin leaves—causing Hoseok to look behind him—to pick up their discarded shirts.

"Put this under your elbows," Seokjin says as he returns, and Hoseok takes the shirts, folds them a few times and places them below his elbows as directed.

Hoseok's heart pounds with anticipation, and his cock throbs in his shorts. He wants to beg Seokjin to touch him, but he knows Seokjin would likely just tease him and make him beg more, so Hoseok does his best to keep it together for the sake of his own sanity.

Fingers rub up Hoseok's sides, sending a chill through him, then back down and hook under the waistband of Hoseok's shorts to gently pull down, slowly exposing Hoseok's hips and ass. Hoseok hears Seokjin's breath hitch, and he feels self-conscious, bent over and naked.

"I always knew you'd have a perfect ass," Seokjin praises, and Hoseok does his best not to melt on the spot.

"You like what you see?" Hoseok asks, shocking even himself with how composed and seductive he sounds.

Seokjin lowers himself behind Hoseok, crunching leaves below his knees, and Hoseok stares ahead at some bushes, letting them go in and out of focus as he braces himself for what's to come.

"I love what I see, Hoba," Seokjin responds, grazing his teeth over the skin of Hoseok's ass cheek, toward the center. "I bet you taste just as good as you look."

Hoseok doesn't have a chance to allow those words to fully absorb and affect him before Seokjin's tongue laps over his rim. The wet warmth glides over Hoseok's sensitive skin, and Hoseok trembles and bites back a needy whine.

"Fuck," Hoseok whimpers.

Seokjin moans as he licks again, twisting his tongue over Hoseok's hole as if devouring him—savoring him. Hoseok fights the urge to fall forward, and he bites down on his lip, desperately holding onto whatever ounce of composure he has left. They may be out in the middle of the woods, but the idea of getting caught still worries him.

"So good," Seokjin groans. "Tastes even sweeter than I thought."

Drool drips down Hoseok's thighs, and he pictures Seokjin's pink tongue and plush lips making an absolute mess out of him, and he loses it. His head spins, arousal pools, and he drops his face down into his hands and moans. He wants to unravel completely, and he doesn't care if it's too fast or if he's too messy; he just wants Seokjin to give and take more and more of him.

The sound of the lube bottle popping open pulls Hoseok out of his reverie, and the anticipation of penetration has him feeling even hotter and needier; Hoseok has thought about Seokjin's fingers many times before. Hoseok doesn't expect to feel the press of a finger alongside Seokjin's tongue, and he yelps and ruts his hips, chasing the feeling and wanting more.

Seokjin chuckles but continues to lave his tongue over Hoseok while his finger slowly and gently probes at his hole. The feeling has Hoseok reeling, and he does his best not to rut his hips back more. He wants to be good for Seokjin and take all that he wants to give him.

"Do you want my finger, Hoba?" Seokjin asks, pushing his fingertip in and pulling it back out.

"Yes," Hoseok cries. "Yes, please."

Seokjin chuckles once more. "I didn't know you were so needy, baby."

Hoseok whines. Being teased while Seokjin works him open makes Hoseok feel a healthy mix of arousal and shame, and he bites his lip in an effort to keep himself from just flat out begging for what he wants. But Seokjin has stopped licking Hoseok, and the lack of stimulation makes him pout and whine some more.

"Nothing to say, Hoba?" Seokjin presses as he pushes the tip of his finger into Hoseok's ass once more.

"Need you," Hoseok whimpers. "I am needy. I've wanted you for so long, Jin-hyung, please."

So much for not begging.

Seokjin must like Hoseok's response, and he pushes his finger deeper, stretching Hoseok around his knuckle. Hoseok's head cranes back then falls forward as he moans loudly from the stretch. It hurts, and it feels so good, and Hoseok wants more, more, more.

"So tight, Hoba. I don't think I'll be able to stretch you to accommodate me."

Hoseok shakes his head desperately and pleads with his eyes despite facing away from Seokjin. "Please," Hoseok whispers. Seokjin pulls his finger out and pushes it back in, bit by bit, further each time.

"Please, please, please," Hoseok continues, singing the word quietly like a mantra.

The second finger turns Hoseok into a whimpering, blubbering mess. He might be crying, but he can't tell because everything is a lot, and the late morning sun is hot even under the shade of trees. Hoseok is sweaty and hot, and he wants Seokjin to absolutely ruin him.

The third finger sends Hoseok into a dimension where he no longer has the ability to speak. He's not certain his brain is working at all, in fact, except in so much as to decode and relay the message of pleasure. All Hoseok can feel is overwhelming, breathtaking bliss as Seokjin works three fingers in and out, scissoring open and bending in on themselves, forcing Hoseok's sphincters to open wide and contract again and again.

"More," Hoseok finally rasps when he's adjusted enough to the feeling that he remembers how to speak. His cock throbs and leaks, and he feels desperate. He wants to come undone, but not until he's felt Seokjin's cock. He needs to feel Seokjin's cock.

"I should add one more finger," Seokjin advises, but Hoseok shakes his head frantically.

"No," Hoseok begs, "please, I need to come; I need your cock, please, Jin-hyung."

Seokjin removes his fingers and rubs his non-sticky hand over Hoseok's lower back. Hoseok thinks Seokjin may have stood up behind him, but the only thing he can be certain of is that he's empty and he needs to be full.

"I might break you in half, Hoba," Seokjin says. His voice is low and close to Hoseok's ear, and Hoseok shivers.

"Please, hyung." Hoseok whines. "Break me. Make me cry, please. I need you."

Seokjin shifts behind Hoseok and the lube bottle is opened, used, and closed. Hoseok attempts to look back, but his legs are already weak, and he can't seem to move himself enough to see. He'll just need to revel in seeing the majesty of Seokjin's cock later. He assumes there will be a later, what with the confessions of love and all. He hopes there will be a later.

The blunt, slick tip of Seokjin's cock brushes over Hoseok's hole, and Hoseok shivers—trembles from head to toe—and he holds back a whine. Then the tip breaches Hoseok, just enough to begin the stretch, and Hoseok attempts to grip onto the boulder beneath him. It's of no use as his fingernails scrape over the surface. Seokjin has barely begun, and already he's too big.

Slowly, Seokjin works the tip in and out, and Hoseok devolves into a panting, sweating mess. Each gentle thrust forward knocks the air from Hoseok's lungs, and he gasps for each breath as Seokjin pulls out.

"Am I hurting you?" Seokjin asks.

"Yes," Hoseok pants. "Yes, fuck, yes. Please don't stop. It's so good. Please."

Seokjin chuckles, once more filling Hoseok's cheeks with the warmth that accompanies shame, but Hoseok continues to whimper please below his breath as if manifesting the ability to handle Seokjin's cock.

Slowly, gradually, Seokjin stretches Hoseok around his girth, and Hoseok's legs tremble so hard he worries that they'll give out beneath him once Seokjin actually begins to fuck him. Seokjin must sense Hoseok's struggle, and he pulls his cock completely out and taps Hoseok on the hip.

"On your back, if you can do so comfortably," Seokjin instructs.

Hoseok does his best to stand, using wobbly arms to anchor himself against the boulder. Seokjin tosses Hoseok their shorts, and Hoseok unbunches the shirts and makes a cloth barrier on the boulder. Then, Hoseok turns and immediately falls to his ass against the garment-covered surface.

Seokjin stands before Hoseok stroking his cock, and holy shit, Hoseok has never seen anything so incredible before. Seokjin's cock is exactly what you would expect from a man as tall and wide as he is, but it's still shocking to witness it firsthand.

"Wow," Hoseok mutters. He lays back, and no, it's definitely not comfortable, but Hoseok is unbothered. He wants to watch the look on Seokjin's face while he shoves that into his ass. He wants to experience every flash of emotion that tugs at Seokjin's perfect features while that monster of a cock splits him wide.

"Are you comfortable?" Seokjin asks as he approaches and hooks one of Hoseok's legs over his arm. Seokjin bends to align his cock with Hoseok's hole, and Hoseok shakes his head with a chuckle.

"No, but I don't care; want to see you."

Seokjin smiles and presses his hips forward, and Hoseok fights the urge to squeeze his eyes closed. The look on Seokjin's face is a mix of worry and bliss, knitting his eyebrows and pulling his eyes open wide. Hoseok pouts and bites down on his lower lip and attempts to grip onto the sides of the boulder for support.

Both men hiss and whimper profanities, and slowly, gradually, Seokjin gets his cock past the head into Hoseok's tight but eager hole. Seokjin keeps his hips still while Hoseok pants and adjusts to the feeling—rather, while he figures out how to breathe again. Then, when Hoseok quietly begs for more, Seokjin pulls out and rocks his hips forward. The feeling is so incredible and overwhelming, Hoseok sees stars, and he wonders if he's being pulled inside out.

"You good, baby?" Seokjin asks.

Hoseok realizes he's been staring up at the canopy of trees, and he focuses his eyes on Seokjin, using an arm to rest under his head to help keep his gaze on Seokjin instead. He nods his head and smiles, and Seokjin pulls out and pushes in deeper. The expression on Seokjin's face—eyes wide and mouth agape—is the prettiest thing Hoseok has ever seen, and he stares into Seokjin's eyes as he's stretched deliciously on his big, perfect cock, pleading quietly for more.

Seokjin begins to set a rhythm. It's slow, but it's enough to have Hoseok dissolving into a puddle of bliss, begging Seokjin not to stop. Hoseok wants more—wants it hard and fast—but Seokjin's cock hits every spot Hoseok needs hit, and he can't ask for anything more. Slowly, gradually, however, Seokjin gives him more.

It starts with deeper, quicker thrusts, which has Hoseok on the brink of total mental and physical collapse. Then Seokjin leans forward, pushing his cock even deeper and Hoseok grips onto the boulder as best as he can as the pleasure rolls through him in waves, threatening to crash ashore and leave him a hollow shell of a man.

"I thought you needed to come, Hoba," Seokjin pants, staring down at Hoseok with a mix of amusement and pleasure.

"I'm so close," Hoseok whines, "but it's too soon."

Seokjin reaches forward and grabs Hoseok's cock, and Hoseok holds back a scream. The warmth of Seokjin's hand collecting Hoseok's precum in his palm and rubbing it over the head is too much and too good, and Hoseok can't do anything but succumb to the feeling and let the orgasm wash over him.

Hoseok rasps soundless moans, worried he'll be so loud the others would hear him across the lake otherwise, and comes in Seokjin's palm. Hoseok's entire body is electric, buzzing from head to toe with pleasure, and Seokjin continues to fuck Hoseok through his orgasm and beyond, holding onto Hoseok's cock even as it begins to soften. All at once, it's too much, and Hoseok is overstimulated and writhing.

"F-fuck," Hoseok whines. "Too big. It's too big. I can't—I can't—"

"Do you need me to stop, Hoba?" Seokjin asks seriously, and Hoseok shakes his head.

"Say red if you do need me to stop," Seokjin says sternly, and Hoseok nods and whimpers, "Yes, hyung."

At this, Seokjin grins. It's a devious sight that has Hoseok suddenly fearing for his sanity. With a mock pout, Seokjin leans closer and fucks Hoseok harder. Hoseok squeals and covers his mouth quickly with his forearm as Seokjin stares down at Hoseok as if he's Seokjin's prey.

"Is my baby too sensitive?" Seokjin mocks, and Hoseok can't help but whine. Shame mixed with arousal swims through Hoseok, and already he can feel his cock harden in Seokjin's hand.

"Poor baby can't handle my cock," Seokjin continues, slamming his hips into Hoseok hard enough to make him cry out and tremble from overstimulation. "Look at you crumble below me. How cute. I bet you'll be even cuter after I make you come again."

The boulder feels like shit under Hoseok's back, and he's already dreading having to run back to the house, but he wouldn't dream of making Seokjin stop. Not when he's getting fucked better than he's ever been fucked in his life. Not when Seokjin's true, bratty personality shines enough to make Hoseok feel humiliated. Hoseok will have to unpack why it's so fucking hot when all of this is over.

"Already hard, Hoba?" Seokjin teases, giving Hoseok's cock head a squeeze, making Hoseok whimper. "So you like being overstimulated, baby? Or do you just like it when I'm mean to you?"

"Both," Hoseok whines, feeling his cheeks warm with blush. Seokjin smirks and tugs on Hoseok's cock, using what little of his release that hasn't dried to aid in the slide.

"Maybe I'll make you come again and again until you can't speak or move. Is that what you want?"

Hoseok shakes his head with pleading eyes, even though he's not sure he's being honest; maybe he would like that. But not here—maybe on a bed.

"I bet you would like it, baby," Seokjin teases. Then his face changes from devious to sweet as he asks, "But maybe not here. Is your back okay?"

"Hurts," Hoseok groans, pleased with how Seokjin seems to be on the same page as him.

Seokjin releases Hoseok's cock, grabs Hoseok under the ribs and sits him up as best as possible with a cock shoved inside him. Hoseok's body feels like jelly, but he does his best to move along with Seokjin. Then, Seokjin snakes his arms around Hoseok and lifts him, and Hoseok squeals as his arms and legs wrap around Seokjin for support. Seokjin uses Hoseok's body weight to fuck him down onto his cock, and Hoseok's head lolls back as the pleasure from being quite literally impaled shakes through his body, causing his limbs to hang limply draped around Seokjin.

"You feel so good, Hoba," Seokjin praises, and Hoseok does his best to smooth a hand through Seokjin's hair, petting the nape of his neck, but all he can focus on is being split in half on the biggest cock he's ever had.

"Want you to come one more time for me, baby. Can you do that?"

Hoseok nods, although it may not be discernible from the way his head already bobs, so he mutters a weak "Y-yes," and tries his best to look at Seokjin.

Seokjin is covered in sweat, dark hair stuck to his forehead, and Hoseok unravels at the sight, already feeling himself pushed to the brink of another earth-shattering orgasm. He still can't believe that this is happening. That Seokjin—of all people—is fucking Hoseok in the woods after a very wholesome confession of love and barely any conversation about sex at all.

"Ah—am I dreaming," Hoseok mutters.

Seokjin chuckles. "How cruel would that be? If you woke up right now and it was all a dream?"

Hoseok whimpers and leans his head forward, attempting to hold Seokjin close. Instead, Hoseok's forehead hits Seokjin's shoulder a couple times before he rights his head and decides now is not the best time for affection. Hoseok's brain is scrambled eggs, and his impending orgasm does nothing to help him think clearly. The urge to come rises quickly, and Hoseok squeezes a handful of Seokjin's hair.

"F-fuck," Hoseok whines. "Gonna come."

Seokjin slams his hips into Hoseok's ass, pushing Hoseok over the edge much faster. Hoseok's cock bounces, hitting his and Seokjin's bodies, and it's not much, but it's something, and Hoseok attempts to lean closer, searching for more friction.

"Don't wake up, then, baby," Seokjin grunts. "Stay in this dream with me a little longer."

Hoseok comes hard. He wraps his arms around Seokjin's big wide shoulders and holds on for dear life as Seokjin slows his thrusts but fucks Hoseok through his orgasm. Once Hoseok is a trembling, sweaty, hollowed-out mess, Seokjin gently leans forward and places Hoseok back onto the boulder. Then Seokjin pulls out and strokes his cock until his hot release hits Hoseok's stomach, and Hoseok lays flayed out, basking in the feeling of being sticky, used, and spent.

"Holy...wow," Hoseok gasps, staring ahead at the canopy of trees once more.

"I didn't think ahead about cleaning you off," Seokjin says, panting. "I just didn't want to make you run back with come dripping out of you. Although...I wonder if you can run after that."

Hoseok chuckles and looks at Seokjin. "How kind."

It takes several minutes for Hoseok to relearn how his limbs work, and then he sits up and manages to get off the boulder, he finds their clothes in a dirty, sweaty mess.

"This will definitely look suspicious," Hoseok says as he holds up his once-white shirt, eyeing the thin layer of dirt.

"Yeah, I don't know how we'll explain this," Seokjin mutters, holding up his own shirt that's not quite in the same condition, but is soaked through with sweat.

They get dressed, and although the air around them has significantly changed, it doesn't feel awkward in any way. Hoseok had actually worried things might be uncomfortable, especially after knowing one another for so many years, but Seokjin seems at ease pulling his small bottle of lube back into his shorts and ruffling Hoseok's hair.

"So that happened," Seokjin says, smiling.

"Yeah," Hoseok responds, finding himself suddenly lost in Seokjin's eyes.

"Want to do that again soon?" Seokjin asks, and Hoseok is surprised to find he almost looks bashful.

"Yes. Please. As soon as possible."

Seokjin steps forward, closes the gap between them, and pulls Hoseok into a kiss. It's sweet and slow, and Hoseok hums against Seokjin's lips, melting into the feeling. When they part, Hoseok opens his eyes to find Seokjin looking at him lovingly, and his heart pounds—suddenly, he feels shy.

"I'll carry you back," Seokjin offers as he turns around and squats.

"Are you sure?" Hoseok asks as he climbs onto Seokjin's back, wrapping his arms around Seokjin's shoulders. He nuzzles his face into Seokjin's neck despite his skin being slick with sweat and inhales the faint musk coming off Seokjin's skin.

"Are you telling me you can walk?" Seokjin responds, and Hoseok chuckles.

Hoseok holds onto Seokjin tightly, nuzzling against his neck as they make their way back to the houses at a leisurely pace. From time to time, he looks around to take in his surroundings, wanting to commit the moment to memory before they head back to Seoul and continue on with their lives, but he's mostly content with basking in the warmth and comfort that Seokjin's body provides. They may have some explaining to do when they return, and eventually, Hoseok will have to reveal his whole squirrel situation, but Hoseok isn't too bothered by the details at the moment.

"So, as soon as possible, hmm?" Seokjin asks, breaking the silence, and Hoseok chuckles.

"I hope so."

"Preferably in a bed."

Hoseok tightens his grip around Seokjin's massive shoulders and rubs the tip of his nose against Seokjin's sweat-glistening neck.

"Yes, please," Hoseok responds softly.

The sun is bright, and the faint sound of the lake sloshing against the rocks mixed with gravel crunching underfoot brings a smile to Hoseok's lips as he's carried from the forest by the man of his dreams feeling sticky, euphoric, and serene.

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Maknae On Top

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After last week episode, I.N stardom has started to get to his head. Everytime, he is in a room Felix has to play ‘Maknae on Top’ song. Plus, making Felix and Han doing errands.

However this new stardorm, lead to hyunjin jealously to brew. He decided to hire TV crews and barge into Chan work place. Demand he shall be the face. This lead to phone call from a panic Chan, saying his boss asked if Hyunjin is his kid. Summoning Lee Know for backup. Plus I.N and his manager are bringing more trouble to Chan his work place.

How will Chan will sort out, the oncoming trouble?

Back At Stray Kids Family Chat

Today 15:00

Bangchan🐺: Where is Hyunjin?? I saw him run off with his camera crew?

Lee Know🐱: Oh CHAN! Why didn’t you take me to your company sooner! The dance floor is great!!

Bangchan🐺: Minho…thanks but seriously I need find Hyunjin. Before he gets me fired!!

Seungmin🐶: Why don’t you ask Binnie? Remember him and Han are interns there

Bangchan🐺: No time to ask them! Hyunjin is so grounded this time!!

1 hour later…

Bangchan🐺: FELIX! YOU UNLOCK THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW!

Felix☀️: My client says he can’t be disturbed. It his spa time!

Bangchan🐺: THIS IS MY OFFICE!

Bangchan🐺: Felix, don’t make me do the countdown…

Felix☀️: Not the count down, I hate it when he does that….No can do my client said so

Chan started to countdown, immediately Felix bolted toward the door to let him in. When Chan saw I.N is sitting in chair with a fur coat on and sunglass. When he saw Chan, he immediately pushed him out.

Han🐿️: I FOUND HYUNJIN

Bangchan🐺: Oh great, one less problem to solve

Han🐿️: Yeah with a security guard, Eomma is downstairs talking to them. Something about breaking in…

Bangchan🐺: S-security guard…I’m not supposed bring you guys here! How an earth did innie and Lix snuck in…

Changbin🙄: Dude! You will never believe what has happened. Some crazy dude, literally stormed into my office and demanded they cast him…he sound obnoxiously annoying like hyunjin

Bangchan🐺: THAT IS HYUNJIN! I can’t believe this! Let me get back into my office

Later on in the evening…

Lee Know🐱: Chan? You haven’t said a word this evening

Bangchan🐺: I pour my love into those two and this is the thanks I get…

Lee Know🐱: Chan? Bro?

Changbin🙄: After Appa has dealt with Hyunjin. He was practically in distraught…luckily his boss understood as they said ‘ohh you poor thing’ then I kinda of zoned out as Appa was speaking English

Bangchan🐺: I need to have word with the company. I.N will not be the face of the company this behaviour…I cannot let it slide

Hyunjin🕺: Recommend me!! I will be the best!

Lee Know🐱: Hyunjin? You practically are banned from the building. What were you thinking with the camera crew?

Hyunjin🕺: To see how famous I was duh. Innie can’t be the only star here!

Seungmin🐶: Appa is right! Innie has been a diva. He literally had a tantrum when I touched him…he is worse than Hyunjin…

Felix☀️: ATTENTION YOUR KING IS HERE

Han🐿️: I am so glad,I decided to stay with Binnie tonight. Living with two Hyunjins…sounds like a nightmare

Hyunjin🕺: Don’t you dare compare me to wannabe me

I.N🦊: YOU WANTED TO BE ME FYI. Face it you can never be better then me

I.N🦊: Mr bangchan, I asked please don’t do stuff you will regret. I am so adorable look at me

Lee Know🐱: Innie? Your promise? Of not becoming a diva…

I.N🦊: What promise? I don’t remember any promise. Now if you excuse me someone run me a rose bath

Seungmin🐶: We ain’t doing anything for you!! You still haven’t apologised to Appa!!

Bangchan🐺: Thank goodness! I got off the phone with the company. They agreed to remove I.N from the program

I.N🦊: YOU CAN’T DO THIS!! This is not fair!! I was enjoying it!!

Bangchan🐺: You should have thought twice for calling me grandpa!

Hyunjn🕺: That is awful, we all know how sensitive Appa being called old

I.N🦊: I guess…I got carried away…I’m sorry everyone for being mean and especially Appa. Being celebrity overpowered me

Bangchan🐺: Felix stop guarding the door, you not his manager anymore…

Felix☀️: I can’t believe…I got fired…what am I going to do….

Seungmin🐶: Lix, how about you bake some brownies for us?

The next day…

Hyunjin🕺: ARE YOU FOR REAL! EOMMA IS THE NEW FACE!!

Lee Know🐱: I don’t remember submitting anything…? I just remembered someone said want to do blah blah and I said okay

Felix☀️: Appa! Ban Eomma too! Like you did with Innie

Bangchan🐺: Nah…I’m just gonna let your Eomma take care of it. Thank you Sana for helping me…

Seungmin🐶: Innie, why did you make mixtape of dissing Appa

Bangchan🐺: I.N YOU ARE GROUNDED ALONG WITH ‘YOUR MANAGER’

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Megastar I.N

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I.N was waiting for Chan to finish work along with Felix. Suddenly a staff called I.N to come to a room, saying they need someone to fill in temporary. I.N agreed as he wants to be of help, until the next day the company called him saying he is going viral and decided to make him the face of company.

Innie is happy, when Lix heard the news he immediately hopped in to be his manager. Except there is one problem Chan doesn’t know about it.

How will Chan react to Innie Megastar career? As well somone is not very happy with Innie stardom

Back Stray Kids Family Chat

Today 21:00

Bangchan🐺: What a day I had, finally managed to convince Hyunjin to move back with Seungmin

Lee Know🐱: Chan Hyung? Have you been at the company lately?

Bangchan🐺: I took a couple day off, to deal with the hyunjin and han problem

Lee Know🐱: Promise me you won’t freak out…

Bangchan🐺: Why..? Are you being polite?

Hyunjin🕺: DRAMA!! OOOO! I want to see tears!

Seungmin🐶: Hyunjin? Can please give me wardrobe space! You overtook my side

Hyunjin🕺: I did gave you space…

Seungmin🐶: You gave me one hanger! You better give me back my wardrobe before I burn your clothes

Hyunjin🕺: Ugh, if Han haven’t rudely demanded to get his room back! I wouldn’t have this problem!!

Han🐿️: Too bad! I am staying here! I get what I want heh heh

Hyunjin🕺: Was biting me really necessary? I said okay when you bought Eomma with you!

Han🐿️: It’s way of saying thanks? What’s odd about that?

Hyunjin🕺: Oh…my…god…this kid is deranged

Bangchan🐺: Minho? My company?

Lee Know🐱: Did you take Innie to the company by any chance?

Bangchan🐺: After the Felix egg situation. I haven’t bought any of the kids over…

Bangchan🐺: Hang on! Let me guess Hyunjin sent his portfolio again?

Lee Know🐱: No it’s Innie! He is the company new model now!!

Hyunjin🕺: IM OFFENDED! INNIE BECOME THE FACE OF THE COMPANY. THEY HAVE NO EYES!!

Bangchan🐺: What? Since when did Innie? Sign up without telling us!!

Han🐿️: I get Innie online

Few mins later…

Han🐿️: What do you mean I have to make an appointment? I am your brother!

Felix☀️: As his manager…he is very very busy. His free tomorrow after his juice break!

Bangchan🐺: Felix? Get innie online before I call the company myself

Felix☀️: Ahhh I double check…he can slot you in for 10 mins

I.N🦊: You have 10mins peasant

Lee Know🐱: What did you call us?

I.N🦊: I mean Eomma and Appa

Bangchan🐺: When do you sign up and be the model?

Felix☀️: Sorry this question is confidential. It breaches the contract

Bangchan🐺: Either you tell me or I call the company myself. They will tell me everything

Seungmin🐶: I still can’t believe Innie is Appa company new model. Aigooo

Hyunjin🕺: Yeah congrats…innie you are my new bestie

Han🐿️: You better fix that attitude of us. As well for your manager I am taking that new shoes I gave you

Felix☀️: PLEASE HYUNG! I was pretending! It was my birthday present

Han🐿️: You tried to fight me! You told me I was your favourite

I.N🦊: Appa, i don’t know how it happened…I got a phone call from your company. To ask me to come in for some test shoot

I.N🦊: Next thing it happened, I suddenly become the face of the company

Changbin🙄: Appa and Eomma, don’t fuss! I.N is a star! I am so proud

Bangchan🐺: I guess I need to support innie new career move

Lee Know🐱: Innie don’t go acting like a brat! Fame changes people!!

I.N🦊: Don’t worry I will be same old me~ Now Lix my apple juice?

Felix☀️: Coming your way!

Seungmin🐶: Why do I get the feeling about this…?

Hyunjin🕺: Innie won’t be the only superstar here…Time for two now

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Felix New Twin

We all wondered where has Jake went too…the night before the fashion show! In the midst of him chilling at the food market, he made friends with Felix. Who took pity on him that what his Appa Heeseung has done!

How will the SKZ family will react to this news?

DISCLAIMER

This does not represent the idols real persona and is exaggerated for entertainment purpose. They are non idols in this storyline

SKZ Family Chat

Today 12:00pm

Hyunjin💁: OMG I SAW TWO LIX’S

Seungmin🐶: What? Two lix’s? How?

Hyunjin💁: I was about to come in Lixie room to give him a hug and I saw two humans! THEY GOTTA BE TWINS

Han🐿️: LIX HAS A TWIN OH MY GOODNESS

I.N🥺: I hope he is not evil

Lee know😎: There is no twin, I would have known. I do daily checks on you guys

Hyunjin💁: IM CONVINCED

Seungmin🐶: Hyunjin remember you thought you saw a lion one time on the street?

Seungmin🐶: You called the police on the poor guy…because of his hair

Hyunjin💁: I did wonder why this lion was wearing clothes

Lee know😎: I don’t care whoever this person is. If Lix bring him here means he is nice. I trust my Lix

Bangchan🐺: By any chance he has puppy aura and is extremely polite?

Hyunjin💁: How would I know? I was busy on shock we have a twin!!

Lee know😎: Kids we are visiting Binnie

Hyunjin💁: I want to meet that twin!

Han🐿️: IM CURIOUS TOO

Seungmin🐶: I don’t care about the new twin plus I don’t want to visit Binnie. He can be so whiny

Bangchan🐺: Oh no Lix what have you done! You kids go with your Eomma and Lee Know don’t beat Han for trying to make duck noise. It’s his way saying hi 

Many hours later

Back at the Felix private chat with Jake

Bangchan🐺: So you ran away from home because your appa didn’t say I love you?

Jake🕺: Not that, he always make me do mean things and I don’t like it!

Felix☀️: Its okay bro! I heard about your appa he seems scary

Bangchan🐺: Have you tried talking with him? It will help

Felix☀️: He tried and his appa never listens! This time he lied to Jake about buying him a dog

Jake🕺: I ran away to see if he actually comes looking for me. The chances are slim

Bangchan🐺: A’right I guess you can stay with us. Just stick with Lix all time. There are two people in this household you should probably avoid. One is Hyunjin, if he doesn’t get what he wants. He can do some serious damage (he managed to break a full grown man into tears. As he refused to sell him that designer shirt). The last one is Han, he is an oddball, just don’t take food from him more likely poison

Felix☀️: We gonna have great time Jake!

Jake🕺: Yesss best sleepover ever!

Bangchan🐺: Such sweet friendship

Back at skz family chat

Changbin💪🏻: WHO STOLE MY BAG OF CHIP AND MY ONE CAN OF COKE

Han🐿️: I was hungry

Changbin💪🏻: I’m never inviting you all again!

Seungmin🐶: As if we wanted to be here anyways

Felix☀️: Hyunjin hyung can you stop pretending to be Aussie. You scaring Jake

Hyunjin💁: I don’t want you mean mate

Felix☀️: Just stop coming into my room. Jake has to run everytime he sees you

Hyunjin💁: Why run? Not like I do anything to him

Hyunjin💁: And Lix he better not sleep next to you tonight

I.N🥺: Yeah Hyung stop scaring my new friend. Finally someone who is normal in this house!

Jay😭: Oh my goodness Jake I found you!