#if dokyeom has one fan i am that one fan

[hyperdramas]

amore miu aiutami | lee seokmin

Waking up in Milan, Italy, was something you still had a hard time believing: Seokmin had made a way for you to come to his fashion week in Milan against all odds, and it was still a fever dream for you to look outside and see vineyards and winding dirt roads stretching for miles out. Tossing in your bed a bit more, your face was squished against the silk pillows, basking in the comfort of the heavy sheet before heeled footsteps brought you out of your turmoil.

A hand flew to your head, dusting the extra strands of hair from your eyes as the hand began to trace your features, slender fingers dancing across your dewy skin as a sigh caused you to open your tired eyes.

Seokmin's eyes greeted yours for the first time this morning, and you swore you were in a dream when he smiled: his skin was tanned and clear, and the foundation only added to his beautiful natural skin tone. His deep brown eyes were highlighted by a small gradient of shocking highlighter and darker eyeshadow under his eyes, making them seem clear and sparkly, and his soft pink lipstick made you want to kiss him more than you were probably allowed.

"Seokmin..." You trailed off, voice still groggy from just now waking up. You wanted to say so much to him at this moment, but staff members were busy in the other room, and you couldn't risk getting you or Seokmin scolded for loving on each other when he had an event to go to in an hour. It was a miracle Seokmin got the staff to let you go with him to Milan, and share the same room with him. You weren't about to mess that all up just to kiss your boyfriend and tell him how good he looks.

"Shh, just go back to sleep. I'll be back later, and then we can talk all you want." His smile was just as sweet as it looked when he was barefaced, and you couldn't seem to understand how he looked so soft and humble, even with the sharp makeup and expensive velvet suit that made you feel like a commoner compared to a prince. 

Stretching, you reached for Seokmin anyways, hands up in the air as you grabbed for him. He chuckled, obviously finding you amusing before he grabs your arms, bringing them down to your side as he plants a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek, glancing back at the staff currently cleaning up the bathroom of hair and makeup products as he smiles.

"You are just too cute in the morning. I hate to leave you here." Seokmin's face practically glows as the Italian morning sun dances across his skin, and you look up at him, starstruck as if you've been visited by an angel. "You look so pretty."

He smiles at your words, cheeks turning red even with all the foundation he has on. Seokmin just shakes his head, bringing your fingertips to his painted lips as he kisses them, soft lips sending butterflies straight to your stomach. His red hair is slightly curled, falling into his face strategically as you push a curl from his eyes, earning a dreamy sigh from Seokmin as he locks eyes with you. "I want to kiss you."

"So do I, Min." You stare up at him with lovestruck eyes, head over heels as your gaze trails over his familiar features. You've memorized every part of his face, from how his eyes disappear into pretty slits when he smiles, to the slope of his nose, and the pretty shape of his lips when he smiles. Sure, you could think about him all you want, but it was nothing like having him here in front of you, tangible as your fingertips snaked up his neck and traced the shell of his ear, bringing a shaky breath from Seokmin as he smiled.

"Please kiss me." Seokmin never demands anything from you, but the slight whisper in his voice is telling you that he needs this, just as much as you do, and you can't help but agree. Nodding, you bring your hand to the back of his head, fingers trailing through his curls as you lock eyes with him and softly push his head down to yours, lips finally brushing his in an act of love as the two of you close your eyes.

You take mental screenshots of this moment, remembering everything from the way Seokmin breathes against your lips to the way his nose presses against yours, tickling it. You remember the way he smells, light cologne melting in the space you share as you kiss him again, silence filling your bedroom as the two of you pull away, breathless and confused from kissing each other for so long. Seokmin's lipstick was still intact, which you were grateful for, but you could see the stained pink on your lips, causing you to laugh as Seokmin used his thumb to wipe it off for you.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away," He apologizes, even if it was your fault for laying down and holding him at such an awkward angle. Laughing, you finally sit up, still a bit dizzy from the kissing as you shake your head.

"Seokmin, don't apologize. It was my fault for holding you at such an uncomfortable angle." Now extremely shy from kissing Seokmin, you pull the blanket over your warm body, looking out of the window as a soft breeze comes and runs through your hair. Seokmin watches you with sweet eyes, smiling at you as he looks down at his phone on the bedside table, glancing up at you before a knock at the door disturbs your moment with each other. Sighing, Seokmin stands up, grabbing his phone as he looks at you.

"Well, that's my cue to get going. I love you." Seokmin squats down to kiss you yet again, smiling against your lips as he pulls the blankets back over you. "Get some more sleep. We'll eat dinner together when I come back."

Nodding, you kiss his pinky finger, dusting the curls from his eyes once more as you fix his suit's collar, brushing it off as you pat his chest. "Good luck, Seok. I'll be cheering you on from bed." Smiling, Seokmin nods, standing up as he gives you one last kiss on the forehead.

"I feel your love already." 

Smiling one more time, Seokmin leaves the condo, the quietness of the small apartment teasing you as you continue to look out of the window, admiring the rising sun as you think back to the kisses you and Seokmin shared moments earlier. You'd miss him badly─you always did when he went to long fashion shows and events without you─but with memories like that, you had hope that you'd make it through the day without him.

Plus, you'd see him again soon. You'd just have to wait it out.

2023 bally dk is an aesthetic that needs to be created (i'll make it if no one else will)....anyways this is another repost of another oneshot i've written before!! i promise i'll give you some fresh content soon...i just have to get in the mood to write *sobs and cries*

[onlyseokmins]

a tiger's dominion [2] • k.s.y.

"Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch."

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader Genres: porn with PLOT (minors dni!), camstars!au, university!au, best friends/idiots!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, and angst Warnings: cam shows and camera sex obv, swearing, me thinking I'm funny, sex toys, alcohol, food, gym/exercises (reader works out), innuendos, perv behavior from everyone ngl, boob obsession, switch!Hoshi and reader, light-hearted threats, denial of feelings and lots of advice, subpar communication, spicy shower time, insecurity, lots of pet names, mentions of dacryphilia, fingering (fem. receiving), nipple pinching/pulling, slapping, spanking, crying after sex bc it feels good, lil bit of pain/temp play, multiple orgasms, grinding, dry (wet) humping, thigh riding, slight ab riding, face-sitting, slight punishment (?), nasty and messy 69, marking, slight possession, titty job, squirting, spit play, cum-eating, and it's just WET MESSY SEX FILTHY GRRR with a touch of sleepy after-care WC: 21.3k A/N: finally!!!!!!!!!!! the long awaited part 2!! this is such a huge labor of love for me despite the many hurdles, i am so proud and happy to post it finally! i would like to give a huge thank you to @duhnova and @onlymingyus for doing the big deed of beta'ing for me. without their help this would be an even worse mess ajdkfs <3 so so appreciated and a big thank you to the anons, readers, and kind blogs that left so many nice tags on the first part, i hope you enjoy the continuation just as much and look forward to the finale!!

➯ a tiger's dominion ◇ [teaser] ◇ [part 1]

Seokmin's a safe bet. 

He's clumsy, awkward, and kind of weird enough to distract people from the fact that he is absurdly handsome and his endearing nature easily melts everyone's heart. You like Seokmin a lot, you really do. 

Plus, he's a taken man, and that makes it even better for him to be the one to drive you out to the repair shop. The same one that he was ever so kind in recommending to help you save money.

Seokmin's best boi.

But you kind of wish he would shut up.

"You're telling me that the guy you've had the hots for — mind you, for eons — admits to jerking off to your sexy videos… and all you say in response is 'great'?" 

You cross your arms in defense, thankful the car's stopped at a red light when he throws his hands up in the air in disbelief. "What was I supposed to say? And it has not been eons."

"As long as I've known you, you've liked him. And that has been many, many, many years."

"We've been friends for a little over two, Seok. Besides… it's not like I 'like' him like that entirely."

Lee Seokmin. Better known to some as Dokyeom or DK. He's a fan-favorite and still rated number one on Svthub's audio porn section despite the sudden "retirement" announcement a couple of months ago. You're more familiar with the joint viewer account he shares with his girlfriend though — deathbyd1cks — and the expensive gifts they love to send.

They taught you a lot about the streaming world. The do's-and-don'ts. How to gain and maintain viewership, safety, and money. You hadn't expected to end up with mentors (turned sugar daddy and mommy, let's be honest) when you'd messaged his girlfriend — who was single at the time — for advice. Neither had you anticipated being the leading factor in pushing them to confess their feelings for one another. 

Nor could you have guessed they were locals attending the downtown city's university, not too far from your own. But here you were and boy — were you grateful to them. Because they were now dear friends. Although you saw Seokmin in person a lot more than you were able to see his girlfriend lately, as his schedule this semester was much freer than hers. Hence why he was the solo figure driving you out today.

"I can't wait to watch this stream," Seokmin mumbles as he excitedly taps his fingers against the steering wheel. "If you're already super dick-drunk now, imagine what's gonna happen when the real thing's in front of you. I'm tingling!"

You scowl. "Why are you more excited about this than I am? And I am not dick-drunk!"

"Because you're gonna see his dick — that you're totally drooling over — in the flesh… speaking of which, you're both all tested and clean, right?"

"It's not like I don't already know about ninety percent of his sexscapades as it is." You roll your eyes at the reproachful tone he uses when saying your name. "Yes, of course, he sent me his latest results and everything's fine. And you already know about me."

You hear him hum in agreement. His girlfriend really likes you — so much that she even offered to invite you to become part of a potential threesome. Not even for a camera act but out of pure (as pure as you can get with that kind of request) intent. 

Of course, you declined though. As much as you loved them and were flattered by becoming somewhat of their sugar baby, you had rather strict rules on engaging in any sexual activities with your friends. Or anyone for that matter. Regardless of how tempting. 

Until now.

Your head thumps against the headrest of the seat. "Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?"

"Doesn't have to be this agonizing. From the vibes I'm getting, he's into you. Definitely thinks you're attractive."

"This isn't some fanfic where the best friends fuck and there's this grand reveal that they've had mutual feelings for one another all this time."

"You don't know that."

"Don't make me question reality, Seokmin — my problems are real and there's no way there's some silly little author out there with their evil mind deliberately making me go through all this shit."

His shoulders reach his ears as he shrugs. "Maybe we're all just some god's little playthings in the grand scheme of the universe."

"You're literally so irritating when you get philosophical and ambiguous. Revoking your friend rights." When he simply snickers, unaffected by your empty threats, all you can do is shake your head. "I don't want to go off of vibes. And I don't want him only liking my body. I know, I know — as cliche as that sounds, you've got to understand where I'm coming from."

"You want his heart."

You purse your lips as the autobody shop comes into view. "I actually… don't want anything. It's better for everyone that way. Besides, he still has that date this week."

"Ouch," Seokmin winces at that as you get out. Rolling down the window, he calls out to you. "Still rooting for the best outcome, though. You know we've always got your back no matter what!"

A fake smile and thumbs-ups are all he gets before you wave goodbye. Once the car has disappeared down the gravel road, you turn and approach the open garage door. Jeon's Repairs looks like something out of a horror film. A creaky building covered in dust and located out in the middle of nowhere. 

Maybe if you were murdered out here, it would be better. But you know that's not going to happen.

"Hello?"

"Hiiii!!!!!"

It's just as much of a shock as the first time when you see the six-foot-two mechanic wave energetically as he stands up to full height next to the open car hood he was bent over. A thin, white wife-beater is barely able to properly cover his large chest muscles. The minuscule shirt is basically ruined from oil spills coating it, the shiny amounts of perspiration from the hard manual labor he performs, and various upper body sinew bulging as he moves.

"Hey, Mingyu. How're you?"

He sweeps back the curly bangs that fell out of his man bun and shoots you a dazzling smile. "Right as rain, like always, Sugar. Your car is too. Fixed 'er up and she's runnin' like brand-spankin' new! You'll be ridin' a beast in the streets for sure."

Mingyu's a funny guy. You already like him and this is only the second time you've met. That's why you can't help but tease him back with a mischievous smile. 

"How do you know my car's a girl?"

"Ah," he walks over to the stall where your car sits and you follow, eyebrows raising at the affectionate slap he gives to its side before leaning against the front, thick and muscular arms crossed. "'Cause I know my way best around the ladies. Always get them makin' the prettiest noises for me jus' right."

"Don't let him lie to ya, sweet stuff." The new tone you hadn't heard the last visit makes your eyes widen at the new visitor's entrance. Long legs on perfect display with short denim shorts and a white tank somehow even scantier than Mingyu's. They send you a saucy wink. "Why don'tcha tell the truth 'stead of bein' a creep, Gyu?"

"Sorry, Bun." When Mingyu grins this time, it's all teeth. "Not tryna steal your thunder or anythin'."

"'sides, if anyone knows their way 'round women, ya know who's best 'tween us."

"Although it's true Bunny is our star mechanic and a star at… other things, you're embarrassing me." The door to the office opens and the man in charge steps out, peeking at all of you with a stern gaze over his wire-rimmed glasses. "I apologize for their antics, it's a pleasure to see you again."

He greets you formally with a handshake that you return. "The pleasure's all mine, Mr. Jeon."

"Wonwoo is fine, 'Mr. Jeon' sounds like you're addressing my father."

"Wonwoo it is then. You can call me by my first name as well and please, it doesn't bother me whatsoever, my good friend is much worse, I assure you."

"Gyu said you're friends with MinMin."

"Uh, Seok… min? Yeah, he spoke highly of here."

"He's always been such a good boy." You would wholeheartedly agree but the way they say it almost hints at something else. "Dare I say it's a shame he's now hitched. Or prolly soon to be."

"Hey," Wonwoo calls their name warningly even as he's busy cross-checking your total but they don't pay him any mind. "Seok told us — "

Nor to Mingyu who is elbowing them not so discreetly in the side. "He also told us not to — "

"We're streamers!" they exclaim excitedly, interrupting both men. "Well… we were. Kinda hard to set shit up when yer out here fuckin' like — haha, bunnies all the time, ya know?"

The boss now refuses to look up from the papers he's writing but his partners' two pairs of sparkly eyes with matching, mischievous grins beam at you. Your cheeks burn at their openness but you do smile back.

"I see."

Flawless (despite the grimy work conditions) French manicured nails tap excitedly along your wrist before pulling you in close. "Don't worry, Seokminnie didn't say anythin' but ya know how ya can tell when he knows somethin'? So, we did some deducin' and detectin'. And we're sooooo excited for yer collab!"

"Ah, thank you? I didn't know I had such... enthusiastic supporters here."

"Friends can always be found in the most unsuspectin' of places!"

"Truly, um… I hope you didn't give me a discount or something just because of that." 

You chew on your lip out of concern because your car looks polished like brand new and you're sure it'll run great — even better — as Mingyu declared. All of that for the price deducted from your bank account almost seems unfair to them. In fact, you could return most of the sum Soonyoung had given you, perhaps rendering the collab null.

Except he'd already made an announcement on the forum page and then accidentally locked himself out of his account for forty-eight hours. And the post is still up for a ton of people to see and share around the community. Your notifications are blowing up — some in excitement, others jealous — but all in anticipation. Evident from the fact that the people way out here in the countryside with spotty internet knew about it.

And you hated letting people down. Or thinking you chickened out. 

Wonwoo finally unfreezes to refute and shakes his head adamantly. "No, our pricing is standard as always so please don't worry about any illegal or favorable treatment."

"Good, 'cause I don't think I can afford to go to court," you laugh. 

"It's only fun if yer on a reality TV show, hon. We don't intend to go to court unless we're on one 'n it's guaranteed we can win the case."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, then."

"Oh, sweetheart — all I have are good sides." They turn in place, swaying and showing off the best parts of their assets. 

Mingyu wolf-whistles while you clap along politely and Wonwoo takes that opportunity to sidle up to you, returning your credit card, keys, and receipt. You thank him and he nods, subtly gesturing to follow him outside.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Hopefully, you'll consider coming back again if you need any more fixer-uppers. As long as the crew didn't scare you away."

"They didn't, I think they're lovely."

He regrettably looks over his shoulder and you peek along. Trying your hardest not to laugh at the scene of Mingyu having whipped out an expensive camera from who-knows-where and is now snapping shots of their partner dancing.

"Yeah, they are. They just get really excited meeting new people, especially fellow streamers."

"So, it's true, you used to stream?"

A wicked smile is shot your way. "Sure did. But watching is just as fun, if not more. Especially with folks as excitable as them."

"Oh, I'm sure you get into lots of trouble."

"You couldn't even imagine." 

"I can't." 

Wonwoo clears his throat after that comment. It's not surprising that he's good at picking up on things and reading the room. A nice expectation when you're in any type of relationship, especially given his shared dynamic. After a drawn-out goodbye with the lively throuple, you finally slide into the driver's seat of your car to leave.

The ride back to the city in relative silence allows your thoughts to wander. It's true. You couldn't imagine such a relationship filled with laughter, trust, and positivity. Now you're sure it wasn't perfect, obviously. But that's probably where a good amount of open, clear communication helps fix whatever issues arise.

It seems like something out of a fairy tale. Just as you told Seokmin, a fanfiction plot built to accommodate its main characters and their perfect story. 

You're not sure what role you're destined to live out and honestly, you don't care. You're goofy, impulsive, damaged, insane, and doing the best you can. That should be enough in this wretched world, right?

Although you decide it's not enough for you personally and make the split-second decision at the stoplight to pull into the parking lot of Limbo. Your favorite supply shop for some much-needed stress relief and serotonin boost.

"Welcome to Limbo, where our prices are as low as they go, and our products will — oh, heya!"

"Hey, Jun."

The welcoming slogan is always cut short when Junhui's on the clock and you walk inside. As the owner, he's all too familiar doing business with you. He might even consider the two of you as more than acquaintances. Friends maybe. Dropping the customer service routine, the attractive blonde smirks at you with raised eyebrows and leans against the counter.

"And what can I do for my favorite customer?"

"It's not good to play favorites."

"Who says I'm playing?"

You roll your eyes. "As the biggest playboy I've ever met, when are you not?"

"Touché," he laughs and quickly stops the fake flirtatious act. "Honored to be pulling more bitches than your furry 'boy friend'."

"I don't have a dog so you have to be talking about… why is everyone bringing him up today? You know he's not my boyfriend!"

"Because someone tends not to realize how much they overshare and don't worry, dearest. I know that foolish boy hasn't made a move on you yet, hence the air quotes. Shame on him."

"Don't talk about it," you mumble, "and he's not a furry. He genuinely thinks he's a tiger. Maybe that's how he's able to pull new dates out of his ass all of the time without a tail plugging it." When Junhui erupts into more manic laughter, you cross your arms. "Just tell me what you've got new in stock, please. It's the only reason I'm here."

"Of course, of course. Let's see — ah, do you know how revolutionary this is?"

You dubiously eye the large cardboard box he pulls out and starts waving around. "A… card game?"

"Bingo," he snaps his fingers, "except a hundred times better. It demonstrates the best way to find the clit through an interactive and compelling game!"

"Why are you showing me this? I know where the clit is."

"Congratulations! But not everyone does, do you think your friend can find it? Maybe you can buy it for him."

"How are you still in business, your sales pitch is terrible," you complain with half a mind to strangle said salesman right then and there. Your eyes drift over to what's behind him on the wall, eyes widening with the ideas suddenly flowing through your head.

"I thought we were besties, I just wanted to show off goods that aren't attached to my body." Junhui pouts, albeit good-naturedly but you're not paying attention anymore — despite his next words. "Perhaps, you can be the one to educate him."

When you don't respond sardonically as expected, he follows your zoned-out gaze with a questioning brow raised. Meanwhile, Mingyu and Wonwoo's partner's kind words before you'd left play over in your mind.

"First non-solo stream, eh?"

"Oh, um. Yeah."

"A word of unsolicited advice, darlin'? Enjoy yourself. Make it fun. The feelin's can figure themselves out after, yeah?"

After you'd assured them their advice was very much welcomed and that you appreciated another steadfast supporter you know in-person, you'd exchanged numbers. Now, their final parting words before driving off echo in your ears like a haunting siren's call. Bidding you to do its will. Your neck heats up, remembering their mischievous smirk and saucy wink. 

"I didn't peg you for someone into collars and leashes."

You're snapped out of your hazy thoughts. "Well, don't because you so aren't. Ever."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I would have thought you were someone who'd prefer these more," Junhui snickers wickedly, an atrocious set of fuzzy pink handcuffs he'd pulled out from under the counter dangling off his pointer finger. "A more hands-off, no touching approach."

The vision that scandalously pops into your mind is quickly dispelled. Banished even. So you refute by lying and saying, "It's not cuffing season."

"Oh, you're down bad. So bad." He shrugs. "Think of it as a bonus then." You watch in mild horror as he also throws them in a plastic bag. "I'll even give them to you free of charge. So, what color do you think will compliment your boy toy best?"

"He's not my — " You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying again not to think too hard. "Any will do. Just give me black… oh, and that too."

A wolf whistle. "Someone's in for a treat. Or trick. Something."

"I will literally cry if you say another unnecessary comment."

"Luckily for you, dacryphilia isn't really my thing. Yet."

"Oh my god!"

"All I'm saying is, this'll be some good shit." 

"Do not — and I repeat, do fucking not — make me commit murder in broad daylight, Jun."

"Alright, alright," he holds his hands up in surrender, biting back the endless jokes and puns that always threaten to roll off of his tongue. Instead, he changes the subject to something you're less likely to kill him over. "If things get boring, tedious, heart-wrenching — text me. I can set you up for some decent mixers!"

"By my stupid luck, you'll be the only one who shows up."

"If you wanted to date me so bad, all you had to do was ask." He takes the credit card from your iron grip and swipes it with ease while batting his eyelashes at you. "Tempting but no thanks, darling. Though trust me when I say I have tons of acquaintances who know how to have a good time. And get down and dirty if you'd like."

"I don't even want to date you but… I'll think about those mixers," you concede and grab your purchases. Given the nature of his job, it's obvious he has all kinds of connections. "See you around."

When the little chime marks your farewell and you step back outside, you're not sure how much of a stress reliever that even was. The back of your head hits the headrest of the seat with a defeated thump once you're inside your car.

Damnit, Junhui!

Peeking inside the bag with a grimace, you toss it onto the passenger's side. What were you even thinking? The buzz of a phone halts you. The name belonging to the very bane of your existence flashes across the screen.

"Hello?" It's silent. The line crackles and you think he might have just butt-dialed you until a desperate call of your name comes through via a different but not unfamiliar voice. "Oh, hi there, Chan. Please don't tell me a certain someone's in trouble."

"I'm so sorry to bother you but… yes. He's um… very, very, very intoxicated." 

You glance at the clock on your dash with a frown. "At this hour?"

"We went out for a lunch break and he ordered a drink. Maybe two…"

"Oh, no. Why? He knows he can't handle liquor at all, especially at restaurants and bars."

"Like it was great to go out for a good time since he's seemed out of it. And we did try to stop him but…"

"You're not his babysitter."

"Yeah." You both fall silent. You're mentally cursing Soonyoung for embarrassing himself in front of his junior dance team. As their captain, no less. At least Chan had experienced this too many times. Unfortunately. "Um, and… he won't stop talking about you so… I thought the next best bet was to call you."

Your blood runs cold. "Is he saying weird things?"

"N-no… of course, not! You know how he gets."

Soonyoung's more of an emotional, lovey-dovey drunk than a secret spiller but maybe you have too much faith in him, judging by Chan's rushed and uncertain response.

"Yeah, I do," you sigh, "where are you?"

"We were at his place and tried to get him to go inside but," — "no, stop trying to kiss me!", someone in the background shouts in protest — "um, sorry but anyways, he keeps insisting to come see you. And none of us knew if you were home or not."

You can hear the drunken slur of your name clearer now and assume Soonyoung is getting all up in Chan's business while he's on the phone. Possibly to say hello to you. 

"I'm out right now —  "

"Oh oops, sorry! I'll try and get him to calm down — "

"Wait, so you're at his place?" you rush to ask after he accidentally cut you off. 

"Well," he lowers his voice as best he can, "we're just driving around with the excuse that he'll think we're taking him to see you." 

"Okay." Glancing around the parking lot you're in, you know you would die before admitting to the young, up-and-coming dance crew member that you were anywhere near a sex toy store. "How about we meet at my place? I'll be back home in about fifteen?"

He agrees readily, apologizing once more with a guilty tone at having to bother you. Soonyoung being a chaotic drunk doesn't occur as often as one might think but when it does happen — it's always an experience to remember. And somehow you and Chan always seem to be the victims of circumstance when shit goes down.

"I'm… I'm really sorry about this."

"Don't be. If there's anyone that has to apologize, it should be the one that caused the situation in the first place." You attempt to lessen the intensity of your glare when facing the younger man. "Unfortunately, that will have to be after he sobers up."

Chan shuffles his feet, cheeks dusting a light pink because he's not sure where exactly to look. After dragging his senior's body out of the car when he'd arrived at your place and then lugging him up to the door, the inebriated man completely melted right onto you and is now intimately nuzzling at the crook of your neck. All while you remain expressionless, arms crossed above Soonyoung's that embrace you.

Something gnaws at the young man, telling him that this is a bad idea. "Um, are you sure you don't want me to take him back? Drive around a few blocks before he passes out?"

"Wasting more gas in this economy? Don't worry about it… besides, he doesn't deserve to wake up by himself with the sun shining through his window and birds singing now, does he?" Your rather menacing tone causes Chan to instinctively step back to leave until you blurt out, "Oh wait!"

"Yeah?"

"You said that this buffoon kept talking about me, right? What kinds of things did he say this time? Y'know, wanna make sure it wasn't slander or something gross."

Being buried six feet under would be much better than ratting out his mentor or becoming the victim of your misplaced wrath. "Ummm… he said you have pretty… eyes, yeah! Pretty eyes!" When you blink them once — twice — Chan uses that as his cue to escape with a rushed "See ya!", taking two steps at a time to scramble back in the car with his friends.

Pretty eyes, my ass, you think to yourself and glower at the man clinging helplessly to your side.

Slamming the door shut a little too harshly causes Soonyoung to flinch and nestle impossibly closer to you. His clumsy hands knead the skin below your breasts, innocently inching a little too high for comfort. Gripping at the strands on the back of his head, you tug him away only to grimace at the inappropriate moan that escapes his mouth.

"Shut up."

"I… said nothin'?"

"Yeah, well. I've heard enough already," you snap and urge him forward until he topples onto the couch headfirst. "What's got you acting up like this?"

His eyes have stayed squinted this whole time even in the dim area of your living space, a perpetual frown on his puffy red face. It's cute even if he looks like he might cry. Although a closer glance and being all too familiar with his drunken habits, you think he might actually be on the brink of tears.

"…me."

"Hm?"

"You been… 'voiding me."

"No, I haven't."

"'course, that's what you think."

"I've been busy."

"'s what you always say."

"Do not," you argue. As a point, you stare directly into what you can see of his dilated pupils only inches away from those pursed lips of his to fluff the pillow on his right. "Had to pick up my car and everything. It hasn't been that long since you've seen me."

"No texts?"

"I'm not on my phone twenty-four-seven."

"Liar. Going without me."

"You wouldn't have even known where the place was. It was in the middle of nowhere and recced by a friend."

"You have friends?"

You sigh in defeat. "Yes, I do, Soonyoung. Whatever, it's not like you're comprehending or going to remember any of this anyways."

"I will."

"Yeah? What's two times two?"

"… Twenty-two!"

You nudge him over in exasperation and he falls down on his side, head perfectly landing on the pillow you propped up while he lets out a heavy sigh that you echo. "Sleep tight, dumbass."

Throwing a blanket around the lower half of his body, you know his tolerance has improved enough that he won't make a mess of the furniture. Shaking your head — albeit fondly — you head inside your room for the evening. Later on, lulled into a dreamless sleep by the even-tempo snores of your best friend.

Drunk Soonyoung is a deep sleeper — easily knocked out for more than twelve hours. 

By the time he's come to, he's slept through you waking up early, fussing in the kitchen, starting laundry, and stumbling around looking for your shoes before leaving (you needed to get out before you grew too soft over seeing him asleep on your couch). You don't even bother to keep quiet, knowing the man won't stir until his body has detoxed all the alcohol out of his bloodstream.

He's a little upset to find you gone, the living quarters noticeably a bit chilly without someone else — you — in it. Though a sheepish smile lights up his face after seeing medicine and a glass of water on the table. Plus, the usual post-it note with a frowny face scribbled on it that you left for him.

Like it's a habit, his fingers slide across his phone screen rather efficiently to speed-dial your number, smiling at the profile picture he chose. A candid picture of you laughing so hard at his funny antics you didn't hear the shutter clicking. Sometimes being bad at using technology works to his advantage.

"Morning, how's the hangover?"

"Barely feel a thing, must be the magical fairy dust you sprinkled over me."

You make a disgruntled noise before playfully asking, "Four times four?"

"… is sixteen. Whatever I said last night you cannot and will not hold against me, okay?"

"Sure."

He notes your noncommittal response. It's strange when you'd normally fire back at him. Rhythmic pounding noises thud in the background, and if he holds his breath to listen closely — he swears you're panting.

"What're you up to?"

"Workout. Treadmill."

Soonyoung blinks. 

Forbidden thoughts of your pretty tits and ass deliciously bouncing in time as you jog flood his mind. Licking his lips, the imagery turns to you bouncing on something else. Like his cock, for example, that's already starting to swell and stiffen up at the thought. His attractive best friend panting hungrily for him instead of in the gym. Exactly as when you squirted all over that pathetic vibrator of yours.

You're a goddamn perv, he chastises himself. 

Groaning as quietly as possible, he clears his throat. "You're not a fan of exercise routines. At least, you've always hated mine."

"Yours are stupid, insanely hard. A friend of mine said to keep fit, you know — to look nice for that."

"Friend? What kind of friend says shit like that?" You're reminded of his question last night but he continues on with sudden passion. "You're already pretty just the way you are!"

"Mhm-hm, and what exactly about me do you think is pretty?"

Heat burns on Soonyoung's neck, traveling upwards to set his cheeks aflame. There's no way you know what he's picturing right now. Banishing those scandalous ideas far, far, far away (for later maybe), he scrambles to answer. 

"Your… your… eyes!"

He's not sure what he's expecting but it's certainly not a scoff of disbelief coming out of his phone's speaker. Only the wall you're facing can see how hard those very eyes roll.

"Lies. All men do is lie."

Before he can ask you to elaborate, a male voice he can't make out nor identify takes your attention away. Soonyoung frowns, eyebrows furrowing in perplexity at your amicable, "Be right there," before you bid your friend a rather miffed goodbye. 

"Please lock the door when you leave."

"I can't stay?"

"… Just don't destroy anything."

A toothy grin emerges on his face as he thinks back to where you told him the spare key was. "I wouldn't dream of it, babe."

"Uh-huh. 'kay, bye."

"Bye!" The suddenly smug man hangs up. Donning a smirk on his face for no audience to see, one that Jihoon would shake his head and say his roommate must be up to no good.

Well. If you're going to do a workout with some other guy just because his routine is too intense — in more ways than he could ever know — Soonyoung's going to have to show you what you're missing out on.

Meanwhile, a chill runs down your spine. Puzzled, you pat at the sweat glistening on your forehead, neck, and back with the towel looped over your shoulder as you cool down. Turning off the treadmill, you join Seokmin on the large floor mat where he's attempting to stretch but has given up in pursuit of draping his body over a stability ball.

"What are you doing?"

"Becoming one with the ball."

You snort. "Is it working?"

"Yes." Turning his head, sparkling eyes stare up at you. "The universe has spoken to me and told me that was your special tiger boy. Does he miss you? Long for you?"

"There's a twenty-five-pound weight next to your girlfriend's foot. Don't make me go get it and throw it at your head."

He whines out to said partner about how mean you're being to him, only receiving delighted laughter as meager consolation in return. Setting down the heavy bar, she swings her legs off the bench and saunters over. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a bejeweled eyebrow raises at how Seokmin forlornly rolls across the floor before he drops the act to grin at her knowingly.

"I don't like the look you two are sharing."

"Relax, sweets. When have we ever done something bad?"

"Do you want the evidence mailed or faxed by the time I gather up all the receipts?"

"You're so funny and cute," she coos, fiddling innocently with your workout bra strap. 

"And you both are insane. Lovely. But insane."

"I promise it's nothing crazy, right Seok baby?"

"Yeah, it's really tame. Nothing big either."

You shake your head. "So, it's not another extra, extra large-sized vibrator? 'Cause I was told that wasn't big either."

More bubbly giggles fill the empty gym. "How 'bout we grab some food on our way out and we'll share the deets?"

"I suppose so, could definitely use a cold drink now."

"A drink? At this time?" Seokmin teases as you search for your cover-up hoodie and zip it up. He'd wrangled all the details out of you this morning about last night's events while you helped spot him on the chest press. "Was taking care of your tiger boy really that bad?"

"… How you haven't broken his perfectly shaped nose yet is beyond me."

"'cause he's adorable. And frankly, dearest, you can be a real sour puss sometimes."

"Sorry, I'm surrounded by irritating idiots all the time that test my patience."

"Even me?"

"Never you." You loop your arm through her free one, causing the fake pout on her face to disappear. 

Seokmin hangs giddily onto her other side, matching his girlfriend's radiant smile. He's used to the usual light-hearted jabs thrown his way and knows they aren't meant with any ill intent.

The three of you traipse outside where the fair sunlight and time of day increase the crowd of people milling around. Business always flourishes for the food stalls lining the sidewalk when the stroke of good fortune smiles down on them with pleasant weather. Especially when hungry gym-goers stop by for a refreshing drink or delicious snack like your trio needs after a hard routine.

"So, what's the grand secret you're hiding?"

Shiny, long hair is flipped over a tattooed shoulder with such a sure smile on her face and for the umpteenth time, you wish to have even a fraction of the self-confidence Seokmin's girlfriend exudes. "Got a sexy little number for you, darling. Nothing insane but I know you'll just love it and well," a glee-filled snicker, "I know he'll absolutely adore it. Isn't that right, 'Min?" she asks louder.

Her boyfriend nods in agreement even though he probably hasn't heard a thing other than his name from where he's busy paying at the stand. You roll your eyes.

"Thanks, but is that really necessary?"

"Of course!" she gasps, "it would be a bit of a shame, really, but I wouldn't be surprised if he tore it right off. Hah, it will be easy to tho… but anyways, the setup is always key. Remember, I told you it's just like foreplay and equally as important. You're already hot stuff and you're just gonna look even hotter flattering your best assets. He's gonna end up blowing his load, I just know it!"

"I'm going to have a meltdown," you state rather evenly while she squeals. Quite proud of yourself for the fake calm demeanor. 

A hand wraps around yours, squeezing encouragingly. "Listen to me. I was in the same boat a year ago and what great advice did I receive?"

"That was different."

"How so?"

"I mean look at you two now."

"Yeah, I found the love of my life. But that's not what I'm referring to. You know how murky our feelings stupidly were at the time and what did you tell me?"

You sigh in defeat and repeat, "'Whatever happens, happens but at least you know you tried'."

"Exactly." She puts a hand on your shoulder and the other one tilts your chin up so you have no choice but to meet her firm gaze. "And I wasn't happy when you said that but it's true. Plus, my intuition deep down is never wrong and something tells me this will be good either way. It's why we got you something to help boost your confidence, yeah? Think of it as armor… even if it doesn't cover much!"

You groan her name. "Geez, alright. You're right. Someone else said the same thing but I'm just — you know…" You wave your arm around and she nods understandingly. 

"I get it. It's okay to feel that way, perfectly normal. Be honest with him, at least about the nerves part if that's what you're only comfortable sharing. I think he's gonna treat you right during this, though. You're his best friend when it all comes down to it! Remember, you both have equal control over this so make sure to express and communicate at all times."

"I don't know if he'll have any control with what I have planned," you mutter and her eyebrows raise up in surprise before they wiggle suggestively with a salacious grin.

"Oh? There's my spicy sugar baby."

"Hah, stop it, you! I dunno, I mean we didn't discuss what we would be doing anyways so…"

"Mhm-hm. Well, don't forget we're always one phone call away. For anything."

"In fact, we could just book a nearby hotel." Seokmin returns and hands out your respective orders. "We haven't spent the night in one for a while, have we?"

You make a face of disgust following the couple to their parked car. "There's only trashy motels that reek of sex out my way. Like the dorms on campus but five times worse."

"Whaddya mean, that sounds perfect?"

"C'mon Seokmin," you grumble and he chuckles. 

His girlfriend takes out a white clothing box wrapped with an elegant black ribbon. "Don't open it until right before you're ready to stream. I know you'll overthink it if you see it any sooner."

You bite your lip but nod, pulling her in for a hug. "Thank you a lot. For everything you always do. I know you're right." Taking in a deep breath, you stand back and nod at both of them. "I'm going to do this."

"Yes, you are! You're gonna take that dick and own it, regardless of fuzzy feelings, you better enjoy it for what it's worth!"

"Baby, we're in public!"

"What, that's never stopped you before? You just handed over a lingerie set on a public street!"

As they bicker, you hear your phone ding. 

You gasp. For multiple reasons. None of them good ones.

Throwing your head back, you let out a frustrated groan before turning to face your curious friends. "It was great seeing you guys but I have to make a call and hurry home. Love you, will talk to you later."

They blow you kisses goodbye, acting as if they aren't chortling like little demons to each other that you have a very important dicking-down appointment to make. You pretend like you don't hear them, urgently dialing Soonyoung's number.

"Heya."

"Tell me you didn't bleach and dye your hair in my bathroom sink!"

Your devious best friend can't help but find your fuming cute as he plays with the tattered strings on his sweatpants. "I didn't."

You halt your fast stride and accusingly huff into the phone, "Then you're just fucking with me?"

"Not yet, actually."

"Kwon Soonyoung!"

"What? You didn't answer my question. Y'know I was gonna call and ask you what color you'd prefer but I didn't want your gym buddy to overhear."

"So you left and came back just to make a mess of my bathroom, maximizing the chances of my landlord potentially killing me?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"If you thought Jihoon was pissed, I can get much scarier than him."

"Oh trust me, I know. Better hurry that cute ass of yours home to get me to behave."

He hangs up, leaving you standing on the side of the street with your jaw nearly hitting the concrete. You hope that Soonyoung had learned his lesson after horribly — albeit accidentally — staining Jihoon's brand-new sink the last time he'd had done something crazy to his hair.

But as usual, he never fails to surprise you in the worst of ways. For as irritating as he was, it was honestly sometimes a surprise that you were best friends with him — let alone ending up with stupid feelings that totally don't exist.

The heavy weight of male testosterone hanging in the air smacks you right in the face when you open the door. So much so that you have to take a step back, shake your head, and approach your own living quarters with much more caution.

"Honest to god," you mutter to yourself, only just able to hear Soonyoung's grunts, groans, and controlled exhale over the obnoxious blaring of his workout playlist. You pray your neighbors won't file a noise complaint. "Is he for real?"

Like out of a wet dream (yours), the lean arms of your best friend curl inwards to bring the dumbbells toward his head. Biceps bulging, the rest of his muscles visible through the thin white tank draped over them ripple in time with his precise movements. An audible hiss from the burn of exertion is followed by furrowed eyebrows, lips curling inwards before he relaxes and releases the tension. 

The only thing keeping you from fainting is the sight of his fuzzy bleached hair sticking out at odd points. Reminding you of why you stormed home in the first place.

Having seen your reflection in the blank TV, Soonyoung sets down the weights and turns to face you with a lazy grin. Shaking out his arms, the bracelets on his wrists jingle and jangle, silver beads against his tanned skin make it glow even more.

Like who even wears jewelry when they work out, you think to yourself with critical disdain to distract away from the fact that you're staring. In disbelief obviously. Pure and utter judgment.

As if you don't have a dainty golden chain around your own neck, the pendant resting demurely above the low zipper of your hoodie. 

You miss the hungry dark brown irises following the way it dangles back and forth above your chest when you bend over to set down the bags you're carrying. Unconsciously biting down on his bottom lip at the pretty view presented to him. Hurriedly flitting his eyes away with slight shame when the charm nestles itself exactly where he was staring as you stand back up. 

Just in time to meet your fiery glare that burns into his dilated pupils — this time, not from alcohol.

You're too busy staring at the mess on his head to really notice and he uses that to his advantage. As much as possible. But the attempt at sexily brushing back his frizzy bangs only makes them look worse and causes your scowl to deepen. A failure in making you swoon or laugh as intended, he sighs in defeat and turns on the kicked-puppy-dog act. Even though he's a self-certified tiger.

"Don't give me that look."

"I'm not doing anything."

"That's what you should've told me on the phone."

"Ah but… oh, wait… " he calls out as you stomp over to the bathroom only to let out a frustrated shriek. "See? Didn't ruin your basin, babe."

"Oh, you! Like you even know what that word means!"

"I do!"

A withering look is shot his way on your return but it has no effect. Neither do the next words out of your mouth. "I'm going to strangle your rat-lookin' ass for giving me a false heart attack!"

"Hah, I might be into that if it's you doing it."

This time, though, the way you whine out his name causes Soonyoung to shiver. Tiny hairs stand at attention, eliciting bumps to cover his body despite the sheen of perspiration already coating his skin.

God, does he want to hear it again.

You turn away from him, having said enough of your mind and knowing he probably wasn't even listening. Which would be correct. Instead, he tugs at the hem of your shirt and taps your shoulder so you'll face him again, allowing him to put his hands on your hips to keep you in place.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you. Obviously."

"Trying to escape me in your own place?"

"Oh, trust me. I can evade very well while you… work out whatever alpha male energy you need to release in my home."

"But I'm a tiger — a solitary creature with no social structure." 

"No social skills, more like it." You push at his chest, hand jolting back like it'd been burnt upon the realization of just how thin and useless the almost-sheer fabric of his tank top is. Cheeks burning only hotter when his shit-eating smirk widens. 

Absent-mindedly kneading at your covered skin while mentally taking note of how short your attire was on your lower body, Soonyoung chuckles. "You're a tiger too, you know?"

"Stop, I could never compare to the level of your tiger-isms. Because I'm not a furry or whatever you like to call yourself."

"I could convince you to be my tigress," his breath hot against your already burning cheek, "change your mind a little bit, you're already halfway there as it is."

Any biting remark fizzles out in your throat like an opened soda can turning flat, knowing it'll only come out sounding like a whimper with how close he gets. Firm and warm — so warm and his dazzling, brilliant display of teeth only makes everything burn more. Your legs are as shaky as the breath you would have let out if you weren't holding it in just as hard as the grip on the last shred of your sanity.

Your best friend must deviously know who now has the upper hand at your ducked head. Sweatpant-clad knees knock into your bare ones. Urging you back, back, and back until you obediently sit down on the couch. 

Reminiscent of the night before. Opposite positions.

Soonyoung cages your head between his arms, wishing he was shirtless so you could see the way his abs flex in order to hold himself up, not solely relying on the strength of his arms. Your silence and stunned look are enough to boost his ego though, and he knows he can make it up to you.

"Have a few more reps to do, why don't you wait 'til I'm done?"

It's adorable, he thinks — how you're only able to cutely nod, mouth slightly ajar. Completely overwhelmed by him and him alone until he backs away to give you space to finally exhale in relief.

"And why would I do that?"

Broken out of the spell long enough to grouse at him and be taken aback by the unfamiliar but familiar pull-up bar station he's headed toward. However, before you can chew him out again, he easily targets your Achilles heel. Sometimes he's smart like that (or lucky), able to pick up on your strengths and weaknesses you don't realize or try to hide. Either for or against your well-being.

"'Cause I'll make it worthwhile, babe."

And right now, Soonyoung's actively using every effort to work against you. 

Pulling out a baseball cap from who knows where to cover his hideous hair and tossing away his useless top, you have no choice but to momentarily gawk at the defined valley between his back muscles with nothing shielding your view. It's up to your filthy imagination to envision what disappears under the waistband of his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

"Yeah, right, I'll just look at my phone," you grumble, although you can't tear your gaze away despite unlocking the device with your thumb. 

"See something you like?" 

His teasing is relentless, your shrunken reflection on the TV screen becoming his focal point. Grinning to himself with his tongue sticking out, panting and moaning as acceptable as one can when doing pull-ups.

"No," you lie flatly, "I saw a lot of that not too long ago at the gym." More lies. Seokmin is a respectable man and keeps himself well-covered. "I'm just wondering how you got that damn thing in here."

"I'm stronger than I look."

"I know. Doesn't explain why you bothered to set it up here."

It's hard to shrug in the middle of a pull-up so he hums. "Change of scenery?"

"There's a great view at your apartment. A huge, wide window overlooking a green yard, not some beige wall."

Like he'd admit right now that he'd rather look at you. For amusement. For other reasons. Especially because he has a pretty good idea of how lovely you are undressed.

Continuing to ramble, you carry on. "And if you're all wrung up about me avoiding you — which I'm not — because of the collab, don't be. 'Cause I'll still do it — "

One of Soonyoung's hands almost slips off the bar, losing his grip in his sudden excitement at your words. Stabilizing himself with two feet planted on the ground, he faces you — chest heaving, abs rippling to catch his breath.

"You're still okay with it?"

"I mean why wouldn't I be? I just… had to process things. I'm a bit… well… nervous, okay?" You look down, expecting him to laugh at you.

"I'm nervous, too. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the things I texted you, was just caught up in the moment, and I… " He rubs his neck, backpedaling when you flinch. "I meant it! Oh god, I mean… I didn't intend to be a creep, I just wanted you to know that…"

A deep inhale gives him enough air to rush out, "I do find you attractive. I mean you're hot, duh. And… I would and will do anything and everything to make sure you're comfortable at all times and… also… feel good… and… and stuff."

Soonyoung's voice fades away, the idea that he's fumbled the ball so hard and lost the game is super embarrassing. Defeat isn't common. Flirting and securing dates were his forte, his special skills, and the things he never failed at. Yet, with you sitting right in front of him right now — someone who is always by his side — he keeps fucking things up.

It gives him a small flutter of hope though when you raise your head to steadily meet his eyes. A hint of a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "You're strange, you know that?"

"I'm trying to have a heart-to-heart for the third time and you're telling me I'm weird?"

"Strange, not weird."

"They're literally cinnamons."

"… Synonyms?"

"Yeah, you know when two different words mean the same thing."

"I — " You shake your head. Typical Soonyoung behavior. Attempting to get back on track, you mumble an apology. "You know, I've been caught up in my head without thinking about what or how you're feeling at all even though you've been pretty open."

"More than open."

"True. It just…. scares me. You're my best friend, Soonie — I don't want to lose you."

Your fearful whisper comes out more like a plea. The both of you search each other's shared gaze, unable to recognize the exact emotions you seek are in plain sight. 

Soonyoung frowns. "You aren't going to lose me over this."

"You don't understand."

"You haven't been upfront with anything if I'm being honest so, yeah. I don't."

"I'm — I'm sorry — "

"Don't be," he assures you with a wave of his hand and comes closer, "I get that it's new, scary, and gonna take time. I'm not expecting anything nor am I gonna leave when it's over, okay? Just want us to enjoy ourselves." His soft approach — the clumsy steadiness of the man you know and love — only makes your heart melt devastatingly so. "I promise this is gonna be great."

"It… it will be. I trust you."

He beams at you, holding out his hand. "Why don't we shower together then?"

"What?" Your body jolts, not at the coldness of the phone you had a death grip on falling onto your thighs but at the shock of his words. "Why?"

"To make up for the time we could've had during the communal shower incident?"

"Ugh, omigod, you perv…I should've known way back then."

Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and fingers enticingly. "How about just getting comfy and calming the nerves a bit? No cameras, no viewers, no one else — no pressures. Just us. Whatcha think?"

"No funny tricks," you warn but take his offered hand and stand up. It's horrible how the idea is enough to make your body thrum in anticipation.

"'course not, wouldn't dream of it, babe."

Despite the growing trepidation, neither one of you is eager to move too fast and disturb the careful equilibrium established. 

Once he's secured your hand in his, Soonyoung leads you toward the bathroom but pauses right outside the door. You peer at him curiously — thinking he's chickened out — but he simply winks, apologizing that he needs the bag left by his workout equipment.

"You little shit, you had this all planned, didn't you?"

"No, but I brought a few things in the hopes you'd at least let me stay over again. You see, Jihoon was planning a big romantic dinner tonight."

"Aw, was he? That's cute. Can you grab my stuff too? I'll… meet you in the shower in a few… gotta run to my room real quick."

"'kay, but you better not run from me," he whispers in your ear and delivers a playful slap on your ass before leaving.

Your legs wobble. Weird excitement mixes with the butterflies in your gut and then you're dashing off into your bedroom to glare at the flustered expression reflected in your vanity's mirror. Sorting through and tossing around various panties, undergarments, and casual clothing only to huff at yourself because what does it matter what you wear to the shower? 

Damn you, Soonyoung.

Patting at super flushed, hot cheeks causes you to unzip your hoodie and throw it in the hamper. Left wearing only a sports bra, the urge to waste time and calm yourself by staring at the glowing, rotating stars on the ceiling is strong. Instead, you crouch down on the floor to give yourself one final pep talk for mental fortitude and then head back to join said man in the bathroom.

So caught up in trying to steel your nerves, you don't realize how long it took him to get the bags. Nor the flush coloring his neck a scarlet red and even spreading across his shoulders after he dropped yours off in front of the closed bedroom door, having accidentally caught a glimpse inside one of them.

Yes, the unmarked plastic Limbo bag that had been left in your car due to the events that happened after. You had brought it in today and although he'd picked it up without a second thought, he had seen a particular item that left his head spinning. You are none the wiser — forgetting all about it already again because of everything.

Soonyoung's already stripped and turned the shower on, intently watching the stream of water like it's the most interesting thing he's seen all day. You're grateful, though. 

Although a bra and booty shorts are by far not the most revealing thing you've worn or that your best friend's seen, you feel bare before you're even naked. Quickly discarding them, you wait for his next move, shifting on your feet. Both bashful and antsy.

"You ready?" The soft way he calls your name has your stomach doing somersaults. 

"Yeah."

"C'mere, then." Brown eyes crinkle to match his smile at the way you shyly sidle up next to him. "Don't know if the water temp is good for you."

"It's fine."

"After you, then."

You snort at the so-called gentlemanly nature, stepping inside while Soonyoung fidgets. It's funny because he's never failed to ogle you before with clothes on. But now he's unsure where to even look, choosing to focus on the water flowing past your painted toes and down the drain.

"You coming?"

"Yeah, uh…" He asks himself why he was doing this despite knowing the answer. "Um, nice shower."

You play along as if he's never been inside the bathroom before. "It is a nice bonus considering the rent. Big enough for two people to stand inside and not… touch."

Soonyoung's back is pressed straight up against the shower wall, clinging to it like mold and using it as a lifeline. There definitely seems to be enough space between your two bodies but he would rather slip on soap than move his eyes off the chipped caulking he's focused on right now. Speaking of soap, his singular brain cell lights up for a moment and he grabs the shampoo bottle that's thankfully to the right rather than behind either of you. 

"You wanna wash my hair for me?"

"What did you do to it? Obviously, it wasn't bleached if you're getting it wet. And it doesn't look much different."

"Chan helped me lighten it. With apple cider vinegar."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." 

Another mistake. Not his hair. But asking you to wash it. Especially when you tell him to duck his head to his chest so you can lather it up properly. Though your nails feel great against his scalp, he squeezes his eyes shut — afraid to look again. Even after straightening up and you're rinsing out the suds.

"I thought we were doing this to ease up the nerves but why do you look ten times more uncomfortable?"

"… I'm trying really, really, really hard not to be a creep right now."

You have to laugh. Endeared and amazed, you tap at his hands which have curled into tight fists to try and get him to relax. "Don't you want to look?"

One eye opens to squint at you, a strangled groan escaping his throat. "The goal was to get you more comfortable with me. Not the other way around?"

"But it looks like you're having a harder time." The not-so-subtle innuendo has him groaning again, running a distressed hand through his wet locks. You're having zero difficulties checking him out, undoubtedly noticing the effect this is having on him. So of course, your ego grows just like his cock. "Do you wanna touch me, Soonie?"

"I… I…"

It's your turn to reach for the shelf of toiletries, the snap of the body wash's lid opening causes a shiver to run down Soonyoung's spine and his nostrils flare at the familiar scent. He's helpless to your sweet, seductive tone and lets you lift up his hand, squeezing a generous amount from the bottle onto it.

"You can get me all nice, clean, and pretty for our stream, yeah?" 

Which is a lie — you're not looking to get clean, necessarily. The hot water and occasional soap suds are enough to wash away the sweat and grime from both of your workouts. An actual scrub could come later. 

After the festivities. 

"Don't waste my expensive products," you teasingly beg and bat your damp eyelashes at him before turning around. How the tables have turned. "Please?"

He swears under his breath, muttering, "This is all your fault," (a lie) before running his hands along your shoulders to spread the cool gel. Circular motions bring them down closer and closer before cautiously, but eagerly, cupping at the underside of your breasts.

"Knew you always had a thing for them," you giggle.

"Can you blame me?" Soonyoung bites back and starts to knead at them the same way he's done to other parts of your body without this kind of intent. "They're fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I finally get to touch them."

Your sigh comes out more like an airy moan, leaning back against his firm body. Two and two click together. "So these are your favorite parts of my body, huh? You've been talking to your juniors about my tits?"

"No way!" he assures you, "It's true that your eyes are beautiful as well but I can talk about how pretty you are…. you know, as a person."

"I don't even want to know."

"Like… you know!" 

"No?"

"I mean all of them have the hots for you, I'm just making sure none of them make a move because that would be weird."

"Oh please, it's only weird if you make it weird."

"Think about it. If my best friend dates my younger peers and exposes all kinds of embarrassing moments, how am I supposed to hold onto my authoritative position?"

"You expose your stupidity all by yourself as it is and still somehow maintain it. I think you terrify them in so many ways you don't even have to worry."

"I dunno. Whatever, are underclassmen even your type?"

You shrug. "I don't really have a preference but I guess not."

"Good, let's keep it that way."

"You're incorrigible."

"And yet here we are." He points out, noting that his hands groping and squeezing at your chest has to feel good. A little too good, if you're the one being honest. "You still want to stream, right? Like tonight?"

"Mhm, we might as well. Besides, you have your date really soon and — " You yelp at the sudden pinch and tug at your nipples, lurching forward.

Soonyoung follows your body's motion, ensuring you won't slip or hit your head. You can feel the hot press of his cock laying heavy against your back, bodies melding together as he rises back to his full height and brings you up with him. He doesn't move away, one hand brushing across your stomach while the other soothes the harshness just enacted upon your breasts.

"Do you think you can handle one sweet orgasm for me? Before we put on a show? Please?"

"Wha — Soonyoung?" you splutter out, brain trying to catch up and process the change of his demeanor. 

His mouth is on your skin, not quite kissing and not quite biting or sucking. Just lips pressing along your neck with an occasional prod of his tongue that licks up water droplets as he pleads for permission. Followed by a slight grind of his hips that steals away your breath, his heavy cock swirling against the curve of your ass, its heat matching the heat building up in your abdomen.

"Just my fingers, baby. There's no way I'd have trouble getting hard again but I need… no, want to stretch you out first. Please."

Breathless laughter bubbles in your chest at his desperation. And of course, you find yourself equally as turned on — easily able to distinguish between the hot shower water versus the release of arousal that bursts from your gut and trickles out to coat your sensitive folds.

You tell him "okay," and then he's goddamn thanking you. Already panting. Would get on his knees if he could but it's too risky, even though he reaches behind and shuts off the water that's rinsed away all of the unnecessary suds. Now, Soonyoung can resort to using his fingers to explore where he hopes his mouth and eyes can later.

Prodding at the crease of your thigh, he mumbles more to himself, "Is this where it's at?", causing you to grimace. Not knowing he's referring to your tiger lily tattoo. 

"Thought you were a sex maniac? But you don't know how to finger someone?" Maybe Junhui was right. "I should've bought you a guide or something, my bad."

He scoffs. "A little mouthy, aren't we? Not that I was expecting anything less. Saw you bought some fun sex toys, babe and I assure you — I know how to use them and find my way around a body."

"We might use them in ways you can't imagine," you gripe and he silences you with a bold swipe of his fingers against the smooth folds of your cunt.

"You're shaking in my arms already and you don't think I know what I'm doing." He doesn't speed up his pace or make further movements, content to tease. Though his lips turn downward when you clasp a hand over your mouth. "Going quiet on me before I've even started?"

"I'm cold," you mumble behind your palm. 

Soonyoung's hand leaves your lower body so he can place it on your elbow instead. Not moving your arm away but it's a tight enough grip that you know he wants to and could if he tried. He feels the bumps covering your skin everywhere he's pressed against and shivers himself.

"Let me warm you up then. But you're going to have to let me hear how it feels or I won't know if I'm doing a good job." Fingers trail down your side again and you relent, tentatively dropping your arm down and letting out a soft, wobbly moan at his tickling motions. "And I very much like knowing that I am."

You can feel his smile against your neck. He can't help but be fond of such cute shyness that you don't normally exhibit around him but even that's not enough to feed the ravenous tiger. Soonyoung understands though, aware of some of the differences between sexual acts for a camera audience versus doing it with another person.

Especially if it's him. Not that he's actually aware of that fact.

"Words, gorgeous." But the man still desires to ask, intent on getting you to actually say something, breathy and sweet all for him — and him alone. Hopefully not just an act. Besides, he knows how mouthy you actually are whether there's something in that cute cunt of yours or not.

"Mhm yes, Soonyoungie…"

"Yeah?" He rewards you with a return to your damp folds, gently brushing back and forth to get his fingers thoroughly coated with arousal. "Tell me what I should do, what you like. Wanna hear it all from those pretty lips of yours."

"Hm, want… want your fingers."

"Where?"

"In… inside."

"Huh, inside… here?" A finger slowly eases its way into your warmth. "In this lovely little pussy of yours?"

Your reaction is incredible, arching your lower back to press even closer to him, wedging his cock between your ass cheeks, and throwing your head back. A louder moan echoes in the shower. One that glimmers with more confidence. 

You're no longer cold, sure the water droplets glistening on your skin are sizzling now and evaporating from the feral heat rushing through your body. And it is absolutely everything to Soonyoung. Almost.

"How many? How deep?"

Despite having shorter fingers, they make up for the lack of length with thickness and technique. You can clearly feel by the one alone that he obviously knows how to utilize as it explores the spongy walls of your cunt. Your moan turns into a whiny huff as he stills his digit and your foggy mind finally registers you need to answer.

"Two, please. Not… not too deep."

"'course, baby. Whatever you want. I know you can take more but I'll be gentle." He nips at your ear as he slides his ring finger next to his middle one inside, teeth bared hungrily at the filthy squelch. Pointer finger soothingly pets one side on the outer lip of your pussy that snugly wraps around him, tiny tremors of its nerves fluttering across it. "Anything for you."

He continues to mumble, stuff along the lines of "only for you" and "never do a thing to ever hurt you". But it's drowned out by the blood roaring in your ears, melting against Soonyoung's body, and attempting to keep standing. It doesn't matter too much, his strong grip ensures you won't fall — it'd be a waste of such a rigorous arm workout if he couldn't even brace and support you while he finally gets to stroke your velvety walls like he's fantasized about.

Or maybe that's fueling his strength alone. It's startling, how fast you rush toward that peak. The sensitivity of someone — him — touching you for the first time in years, the smell of your scent on him… everything in that moment, within the intimacy of your shower, is just you and Soonyoung.

It's intimate. Much too intimate. 

Emotions collide and crash, causing an intense ache that leaves you in a fragile state of vulnerability, stealing your breath with a sharp gasp. Paired with the slow, concentrated strokes of his fingers that are intent on helping you reach that peak, you have no choice but to follow along. 

Embarrassingly climbing up the hill and hurtling to your climax at a raging speed, like a roller coaster that races downwards off-track. And like its unfortunate passengers, you scream — albeit silently, the pleasure so mind-numbing that it steals away every single one of your functions. 

It satisfies Soonyoung though. The lack of noise from your mouth lets him appreciatively hear the accompanying squelch of your darling cunt pulsating around his fingers. Gummy walls squeeze his fingers in rippling waves that make his cock ache. You tremble in his arm and he feels hella pleased, content to support your shaking frame until he realizes you're sobbing.

Mush. Your brain, your body, your heart. It feels so so, so good it almost oddly hurts so, so, so bad.

Your best friend is quick to wipe your cheek tenderly, brushing away the trickling tears with his cleaner hand. "Hey, you okay? You still with me?"

It's hard to trust yourself to speak, the lump in your throat is too big to allow for speech anyways. Instead, you nod at him through bleary eyes, waiting for the roar to fade from your ears. Soonyoung scans your face repeatedly, worry knitting his eyebrows.

"Baby," he whispers, pet names slipping out without thought, and pulls down the fluffy towel on the nearby hook to drape over your shoulders. "Talk to me. Too much? I'm so sorry… gosh, I really am sorry, love."

Regret immediately eats at him. Regret at what, he's not quite sure. But like a stone is crushing his chest, he watches you attempt to talk to him — to actually assure him that you are okay — but your body refuses to cooperate in its hypersensitive state, stuck heaving dry sobs. So, you timidly open your arms, asking for a hug and he steps in to embrace you without a moment's hesitation.

Although it's like he's touching glass, afraid you'll break with one wrong touch so he's extraordinarily gentle. Your head buries into the crook of his neck. Toweled arms wrap around him, luckily sharing a bit of warmth and dryness. Breathing in his comforting scent that lingers beneath your shampoo, and the supportive strength of defined, moist skin pressed against yours. Both of your hearts beating rapidly off-sync starts to ease the shaking in your body. 

Every swallow you hear and feel from his throat continues to bring you back down to a calmer wavelength. Unsure of how much time passes until you no longer feel like you're a balloon floating away in the stratosphere. But once you finally come down and feel a sense of stability, you lift your head.

Soonyoung's quick to crank his neck just for the tiniest glimpse to gauge how you're doing when there's zero indication of you releasing him from your embrace. In fact, your arms might tighten even harder around his torso. A thumb reaches up to cradle the side of your cheek he can reach, swiping tenderly at the salty dampness.

"I'm sorry." It's your turn to croak out an apology and he frowns.

"Why are you apologizing? It's me who should be — "

"No, it's not you! Well, not exactly. Forgot how it feels to be touched by someone else and it's just… a little overwhelming. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Wasn't scared but definitely worried I took it too far. I didn't want or mean to."

"You didn't," you assure him, hands wrapped in the bath towel running up and down his lean back. "I'm fine. It felt… good. Really good. Probably too good. Guess you weren't lying about your skills."

Embarrassed laughter is muffled by burying your head back into the space between his neck and shoulder, a slight nuzzle against his warm skin. Refusing to look into your best friend's brown eyes yet upon the recollection that he'd just had his fingers deep inside of you, bringing you to a pleasurable precipice that you think is the best you've ever experienced.

"Ah."

When that's all he simply says, you have to lean away, honestly a little puzzled. Now it's his turn — once again — to not meet your eyes. A pretty flush illuminates round cheeks that are only emphasized more by the shockingly bashful smile growing on his lips.

"'Ah'?" you repeat in surprise. "I thought you'd be all… cocky and proud. Y'know, like earlier."

His hands rub up and down your arms, unintentionally but successfully finishing drying you off. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am proud, it's not every day a man gets his pretty bestie to cum like that."

"I am pretty, aren't I?" 

"Yeah, you are." He confirms that by resolutely meeting your gaze and the moment stretches on until you blink to shatter it. "Don't like making you cry though."

"Really? That doesn't seem like your normal MO, Mr. 'I get told off for having too high of a sex drive'!"

"Well… you're different," Soonyoung huffs at you mimicking his words from days ago, and scratches the back of his head as you step out of the shower. Shamelessly ogling your backside in mild retaliation as if you aren't giving him a free show on purpose when you reach for another towel. It's pointless if you don't see and he's allowed to look. "You know that."

All you do is chuckle and shake your head, humor being your favorite defense mechanism. You don't dare to ask him to elaborate. What do you know? Sure, he treats you differently… because you're his precious friend. Because he —

You focus on his matted hair that kind of makes him look a bit like a drowned rat. Though your affection doesn't dwindle, at least you can focus on the conversation rather than Soonyoung and his undeniable attractiveness that now makes you weak in more ways than one.

"What I know now is that my best friend has a dacryphilia kink."

"Do not!"

"Sure," you say, the word absolutely coated in sarcasm but you don't push it. Instead, you ask, "What about you though? Anyone ever made you cry?"

Soonyoung tongues at his cheek, as he joins you at the sink counter, towel politely covering his modesty like yours. "And now who has a kink for tears? I'm aware of how much you love it when viewers are sobbing for you to squirt for them, all pretty like you do. Bet they wail into their pillows every night because they can never, ever have a chance with you."

"Ha, talking about yourself, Tiger?" Boldly, you run a finger down the crevice formed by his pec muscles, just stopping before you reach his abs. "Didn't someone admit to being a frequent viewer of mine?" Watching as he visibly gulps despite the smirk starting to quirk the corner of his lips up. "Ever shed tears for me, Soonie baby?"

It's a miracle that the poor man is able to remain standing with every single one of his nerves tingling and firing off at your words. His entire being thrums while he wiggles his eyebrows. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," he teases, unsurprisingly finding himself breathless.

"I guess I would. Or… I could just find out for myself."

"Fuck, so those toys I accidentally saw weren't for you, were they?" When all you do is bite your lip to try and hide your grin, he laughs and swears again. Turning away to run another hand through his hair, he looks back at you with an eager sparkle in his eyes. "I should've known, you naughty tigress."

"Are you up to it though?"

"Clearly."

"… I mean mentally, Soonyoung. Want to make sure you're okay with that."

"As okay as you were with what we did in the shower," he affirms, "because I trust you, too. Besides," his gaze lowers to drag across your covered body though you might as well be naked with the hungry way he stares before meeting your eyes again. "That sweet pussy of yours could bring anyone to tears. Hmm, maybe I do have a dacryphilia kink… "

"You think?" With a giggle, you try not to melt at his words. The whiplash of him jumping between hot and goofy still leaves you reeling. "We'll just have to confirm between ourselves, won't we? Let the viewers decide on the consensus."

"I'm all yours, baby." Always have been, rings silently in his mind though you likely fail to receive the message. "No matter how many people are watching or what they're saying, we'll go at your pace."

"Our pace."

"Our pace," Soonyoung repeats affirmatively and holds out his hand.

You clasp onto it like an anchor, an unspoken deal mutually accepted by the action. And then you're using it as a way to pull him out of the bathroom, eager to share with him all the ideas you've brainstormed for tonight's livestream.

This was it.

Your camming setup was in its desired location after making Soonyoung sit in various positions on the bed while you adjusted the angle for the best view. Then you turned everything off with strict instructions for the technology-inept man to not touch anything while you were gone and he lazily reclined on your bed to wait. 

He agreed just as amicably as he had after patiently listening to you stutter when finally discussing what you both felt comfortable doing on-cam. Winking lecherously as you leave the bedroom with his arms propped up behind his head causes his upper body to automatically flex. You'd probably seen more of his muscles today than you ever did over the couple of years of knowing him, the man only donning — startlingly normal-colored — boxers and various silver earrings dotting his ears.

"No tiger print?" you had asked, half teasing, half shocked.

"C'mon, it wasn't like I was that prepared. Besides, what's it matter when we'll be naked soon?"

And now you stand back in your bathroom with a cross look. Twisting and turning in different directions to assess your appearance in the vanity mirror. 

Seokmin's girlfriend has never done you dirty. In fact, she just seems to get better at buying things that not only flatter you but stuff you actually enjoy and feel comfortable with or in. And clearly, with this set… frankly, you think she's hit the nail on the head. But Soonyoung's casual words about getting naked eat at the normal self-esteem boost you would expect to be instilled by the beautiful lingerie.

It's simple and classy. Delicate yet sexy. Still, you don't feel as confident as you'd like to. 

But then you jump at the loud drawl of your name followed by, "If you don't come out here soon I'm gonna start touching stuff!" A beat of silence. "Hm, I wonder what this button does…?"

"Hey, you'd better not!"

"You're right, I'd rather be touching you! So get your cute butt over here before I count to three, ahem, one… "

"And I thought it was me who was supposed to be the one counting," you call back and roll your eyes. 

"Two… "

"Omigod! I'm coming, you beast of a man!"

"Yeah, that's what I want you to be say — oh, damn… oh wow… "

You barge back in and Soonyoung hasn't moved, still lying on his back and yelling on your bed like a child throwing a temper tantrum. But he turns to look when he hears you approach only to do a full-body jerk at the sight. 

Because his traitorous eyes are immediately drawn to the large but darling satin bow tied below a flattering display of cleavage created from the two matching pieces of fabric pulled comfortably snug around your breasts. Licking his lips subconsciously as his gaze follows the line of your body to the two additional bows adorning each of your hips and keeping the material of your panties on with one simple knot tied in each one. 

The man is mumbling all kinds of stuff you can't really make out as he sits up besides, "Oh my god," and probably something along the lines of "holy mother of —," and then curses. Suddenly your insecurity flares back up and you recoil instinctively to cover yourself even though he's already seen you naked.

"Wait, wait… don't hide from me…! No, no c'mere, baby. Please," his voice actually cracks as he begs and reaches out his hands, "let me see you… all of you."

And how can you resist when Soonyoung looks at you like that, glassy-eyed and tender? You go to him with timid steps until you're close enough to feel his body heat once more. 

"Sweet thing." Strong arms wrap around your thighs, hands gently laying against the back of them as he nuzzles tenderly around your stomach with his nose. "How are you gonna order me around when you get all shy on me like this?"

Your hands flutter at your side, twitching unsurely before they dare to settle on him — one plays with the tip of his ear free from piercings, and the other scratches his scalp with your nails right above his forehead. And Soonyoung practically purrs in contentment, strangely putting you back at ease. 

"Oh, you'll be surprised at what I can do."

He chuckles. "I always am. You're so beautiful and gorgeous, there's no reason to hide, okay? Never forget that. You still feeling alright?"

"Actually, yeah I'm… good. What about you?"

"Couldn't be better. Except my dick feels a bit numb as fuck but that's okay." When you snort, he smiles against your skin. "I'll manage."

"I'll take care of y — it soon, I promise."

He groans. "Might actually bust a nut at this point."

"Dear lord, Soonyoung… "

"Just kidding. Mostly." Backing away to get a better look at you again, his eyebrows crinkled. "You know I have excellent stamina and control. I'm as cool as a cucumber right now."

"Yeah, okay. Whatever."

"But you do look good enough to eat, goddamnit." Fingertips dare to caress the free end of the ribbon hanging from the knot tying your bra together. "This is new."

"Are you keeping track of the lingerie sets I wear?"

"Mhm… vaguely?"

You roll your eyes. "Yes, it's new."

"Thought so 'cause you've never worn dark green before but damn, do you look good." 

Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows and you flick him gently on the forehead before turning around at his command. A low whistle and awakening twitch in his boxers at the satin that thins at the back, showing off the round perkiness of your ass. 

It's true that your normal colors are orange, black, or a combo. But the dark green material looks amazing against your skin, is fresh and new, and unsurprisingly — he finds himself hella down bad, noticing the way it also draws out the colors of your tiger lily tattoo that he's never really paid attention to before, when you've completed your 360-spin to face him again.

God, you're a vision.

"Hot, sexy, perfect… buy it for me to unwrap you, babe?"

You glance at the bows with a pout. "A friend bought them for me but I guess it makes sense, doing it with someone else is definitely more exciting with these."

"You said a friend?" Of course, that's the only thing he acknowledges even if he's indeed dying to undo all of the ties right away.

"Yes, Soonyoung. Again, I have friends besides you." 

"One that buys you lingerie?"

"Last time I checked, you weren't."

"Then I'll amend that problem."

"No thanks," you wave him off as you head over to your camming setup to start. "I get enough stuff as it is."

"I guess I should have my kittens gift me things." A hint of satisfaction fills his chest at the downward tilt of your lips when you turn back to the setup. But a pang overrides it because he can guess why you're really grimacing. "Since it's so worth it and all."

"Don't get all salty, I'll help you find a safe place to receive things if you want." You glance over only to find his arms crossed and a frown set on his face. "What's wrong? Did your cock fall off? Do I have to drive you to the hospital?!"

"No."

You're puzzled. "Then are you good to go or…?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine," he huffs, "sorry, got in my head a little."

"We can wait."

"No, it's all good. Let's get this show on the road."

"Alright… " 

You hesitate for a minute or so before decisively starting the livestream, the telltale red blinking dot starting after the countdown. Though your next words make Soonyoung feel like somebody dumped an ice-cold bucket of water over him, a cruel jerk back to the reality you'd both created. And maybe you just doused yourself with it too.

"Let's finally just get this thing over with."

TigerLily_61596 is now live… with a special guest!

The air has definitely suddenly shifted and both of you need to dial it in and dull it out. Whatever it may be. Because you've got an audience to perform for.

Luckily, it's easier than expected. The brief silence as you wait for viewers to tune in ends up permeating a blanket of calmness. The view count rises fast, everyone's excited anticipation is so palpable that it's starting to rouse in your body as well.

"Horang-HEY… " Soonyoung murmurs the infamous tagline while using his phone to monitor the chat. He's pleased to recognize many of the joining screen names consist of his regulars. "Yeah it's me, Hoshi AKA 0riginaltiger69. He/him pronouns, if you please."

He continues reading with a dubious adjustment to his covered crotch. "Ah, wooluv, kitten! No tigerprint…? Yeah, things are gonna be a bit different tonight anyways. Yeah, good to see you too. Miss me? Aw, missed my rowdy lil pussycats."

kingh0ng: im early for once but there's some just random dude talking abt his underwear?????

kingh0ng: and CATS????????????????? NOT PUSSIES???

NewUser4950: it's gonna be a collab

horny49yu: it's a good day to be a bisexual >>>

sugacub3s: and a furry apparently 🤨

"Hey now, no kink-shaming is welcome here."

While he starts an easygoing back-and-forth about whether or not kink-shaming could classify as a kink itself, you re-approach where he's seated on the edge of the bed. Fingers press into the firm muscles of his deltoids after you crawl to sit behind him and he sucks in a sharp breath.

kitkat69: 🤤 mama has finally arrived 

"Hi kitkat69, darling," you smile in comfort at the familiar user while peeking over Soonyoung's shoulder, a hand creeping over to brush above his pectoral muscle. 

NewUser3939: what are you okay with us calling u?

"Yeah, if you're new here… I don't care how you address me, I'm fine with anything. The regulars call me Mama, Tigress… all sorts. Spoiler alert though, I'm probably not the one you're going to want to be calling names tonight."

hoshis_d1ck: oh damn???? 🫦

wooluv: 😢 im so jealous 

You dare to tweak at the man's corresponding nipple. He grunts and leans forward into the camera, bare upper body hiding from the lens the way your lips purse at his actions. 

"'kay kittens, I hope you enjoy what we have prepared so get all comfy while the tigers set up their playpen." 

Once he moves to situate himself in front of the pillows piled by the headboard, you're quick to turn and kneel between his thighs. Dutifully showing off an enticing backside perched prettily on the back of your heels and the black leather strap draped over one of your legs hinting at what's in your hand.

s0turned0n: leash?! ummmmmmmm 👅

AnonymousUser4442: toys…….. oh- 🙃 😵‍💫 🥴

newuserjk: even between the 2 of them? yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

deathbyd1cks: you look great in that set babe~ 😍 💦

crazy4w00: too true 😳

m3rs: HOT

"You're so cringey." Your whisper is just loud enough so only he can hear.

"And? They love it."

woolove: why can't that be me 😩😩😩😩

cumdaywh0ring: 😔 same here but which 1

horny49yu: again a great day to be a bisexual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Soonyoung's still reading the comments and you huff. "You're supposed to be paying attention."

"I am."

"To me," you clarify and take the phone out of the man's rather loose grip. Placing it on the nightstand, your covered breasts softly press against his firm ones and another quiet grunt escapes his mouth.

He's still not looking directly at you even as you loop your arms over his shoulders to put the collar around his neck. Bravely, you place what could almost be considered a kiss — featherlight — to the rapidly pulsating vein, raised and visible on his neck due to an extremely tensed jaw. 

A whisper of "Soonie," in his ear and you feel the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck rise despite how the flesh beneath the pads of your fingers burns. "Relax for me," you continue in a low, seductive tone and then fasten the collar with a resounding click. 

deathbyd1cks: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 everyone shut up they r having a moment 

NewUser1920: feeling inherently single! ✌️

crazy4w00: may be the point lololol

wooluv: 🥲

Leaning back to assess how good he looks with the black leather stretching around the honeyed skin of his throat, the defiant spark that smolders inside of a swift glare before he's glancing away ignites something within you. Maybe he's doing this on purpose. Egging you on to deliberately provoke what happens next in the hasty script you're both choosing to act out, weird feelings be damned.

It helps. 

Hesitation is nonexistent when your hand runs along his sharp jawline until it reaches his bottom lip, pulling it downwards with your thumb. Two fingers slip inside Soonyoung's mouth and push down on his tongue, encouraging him to open wider which he readily obliges. Your other hand sneaks into his boxers, just barely grazing the head of the growing bulge confined in them, and decisively pulling out the second surprise toy of tonight's show.

kitkat69: jsfkdjafkjfkJDKJdfjjdf

cherry_scouper95: 😏😏😏 my colors ayo ❤️ 🖤

8starfucks: this fucks 1000/10

4ngelic_m3nace: me n who ME AND WHO??????

The red sphere of the ball gag is filled with holes but the solid surface molding the circular shape lays sticky between your fingers. Holding it enticingly between your own teeth, you can't help but stick your tongue out and let out a tiny moan at the salty excess purposefully left behind by his neglected, leaking shaft.

You're not sure when Soonyoung placed his hands on your sides but he kneads the bare skin with usual familiarity, squeezing just a bit rougher after the sound you made. Before you dare let yourself wander too far off track, you lean in close. An accelerated heartbeat mixed with ridiculous flutters can be felt in your chest, your stomach, and even between your legs. So traitorous that you would grit your jaw in irritation if you could.

Instead, you tilt your head, raise up onto only your knees, and place your arms around his neck again, this time for support. Using a skilled tongue — while continuing to tease yourself with the taste of his precum — to nudge the ball into his awaiting mouth. Lips dangerously brush together and you're surprised he doesn't flinch away.

"No kissing."

"Okay."

"Not gonna question why?"

There's no need to because you respect his boundaries as he does yours. But as familiar as he is with your idiosyncrasies, you also realize Soonyoung is pushing the matter because he wants you to ask. 

"No one gets to kiss your virgin lips, I know."

"Wha — "

"That's what your drunk self — that kisses people very often — told me once."

"Oh, hm…"

"Don't worry, I get it. You should save kissing for someone special. Like maybe Yuna."

"Huh… I guess?" He shrugs noncommittally. In a way, you almost feel bad for the girl he's going on a date with. In fact, that's why you're trying so hard to protect your own heart, dare it get treated so flippantly like this.

"Besides, there's no reason for any kisses."

Not unless it's you, think two dumbass minds.

And maybe you linger a little longer than necessary or needed during the brush of lips that's clearly not a kiss. Surely Soonyoung doesn't lean in a little further, pressing up closer against your entire body. Perhaps it's simply your imagination when his hands move behind your back as if he would never let you move away from him again.

deathbyd1cks: 🍿 😎

Anonymous33001: i feel like i'm intruding on smth v personal 😭

jejusb00s: it's called intimacy 🤌  a connection

s0turned0n: sad lonely n horny

But you do distance yourself. You have to. 

Once the ball is lodged in his mouth, you drop your arms down, guide his hands onto the bed, and lean to the side to secure the strap of the gag behind his head. He's a vision and you know it. 

He probably knows it too.

Loose bangs are pushed up off his forehead that glistens in the low light of the room. Sweat also shines between the peaks of his tiddies and valleys of abs that flex and unflex with uneven breathing. Saliva starts to pool past his reddening lips. A hazy look in his eyes that has to be mirrored within your own. There's no other choice but to be proud of such a masterpiece — him.

You also can't help but show a cheeky smirk to the viewers when you turn around. Seating your ass right on top of Soonyoung's large bulge like it's no big deal that the moist wetness soaking the satin covering your cunt blends right into the seeping mess of fabric covering him. Bracing yourself with hands set on the two strong thighs below, you start a lazy grind of your hips that have you biting your bottom lip coyly when he throws his head back with a series of frustrated groans.

kingh0ng: woooo some action from the fav

Putting on an act, you frown as if hurt. "What do you think I've been doing all this time darlings?"

NewUser9031: not paying attention to us :(

"Aw, I know you need attention too."

The pleasant sound of tips pouring in is satisfying as is but you always have ideas on how to rack them up even more and rile the dirty minds of the viewers. Drive them crazy. Seemingly Soonyoung has the same thought process and acts quickly. Quicker than you can even react.

tigressb00bl0v3r: finally my time to shine!

Deft fingers loosen the bow of your bra causing it to easily slide down your arms. Warm hands palm eagerly at your breasts, kneading and squeezing and squishing them at a much more aggressive rate than in the shower before. 

kingh0ng: now we're talking

cumdaywh0ring: SCREAMING

cumdaywh0ring: creaming

cumdaywh0ring: jerking off

cumdaywh0ring: yEs

tigressb00bl0v3r: i love boobs &lt;3

Soonyoung's harsh yet pleasurable groping means you've stopped moving, the attention to your chest keeping you captive both physically and mentally. So he kindly picks up the initiative, desperate rutting of hips up against your pussy as if he was actually fucking you from below.

The man wishes he could be whispering all sorts of naughty shit in your ear but the ball gag keeps him silent save for the groans and whines coming from his chest and throat. Drool dribbles onto your left shoulder creating a shimmering sheen of saliva for the camera that eventually ends up coating the upper swell of your breast. 

tigressb00bl0v3r: god i wish that were me 😩

dickarawrous420: u and me both 🤝

He goes on long enough for a copious amount of spit to aid his hand in gliding with smoother ease across your skin. Messier. Faster. Harder. The extra slipperiness only makes him apply more pressure to grip and grab at your tit, causing a low moan to build in your throat out of pity for the more neglected one. You feel the rumble of humor in Soonyoung's chest against your back and your brain has to fizzle out the tingles and remind your body to fight against the pleasure you're receiving in order to take back control.

Who's the one holding the leash anyways?

"Stop," you say sternly and place a hand on his forearm, noting the way those muscles twitch in response.

kitkat69: mama using big words now 🫢

sugacub3: seriousness is such a turn on

But the little bastard continues to fondle your other breast without pause so you reach behind, yanking at the band of the collar. He moans. The audacity.

"What did I just say, Hoshi? You know only good boys who listen get rewarded, do you not want yours?" You pretend to wait for a reply. "Oh, that's right you can't talk, so I guess someone else should make that decision. What's the verdict, loves — has he earned his?"

dickarawrous420: absolutely not

wooluv: he's a good boi to ME

h0n3ybun: even good boys need a lesson

deathbyd1cks: punish him! 😈 make him beg bby!!

NewUser88963: tie him up and teach him some manners

8starfucks: touching w/o permission is a BIG 🙅🙅🙅🙅

"Should've kept your hands to yourself, baby boy. Looks like they wanna see you pay for not listening. And honestly, I do too."

You're quick to switch to your original position so you can face him again and Soonyoung isn't afraid nor ashamed to admit to himself that the wild, unhinged look in your eyes is crazy sexy. It's almost enough to make up for the loss of contact with one of his favorite parts of your body. He would have never, ever pictured himself submitting to anyone during sex but it comes quite naturally when it's you. Though a part of him that's not his cock aches, wondering if this is truly all for the camera as usual or what you're really like.

Will he ever know?

Those thoughts are luckily banished quickly when you dictate he put his arms behind his back. He complies, grateful to even have this kind of opportunity despite the circumstances, and focuses on doing his best to enjoy every moment.

"I'm even going to do you a favor because I like you so much and would hate to punish you more for additional misbehavior."

deathbyd1cks: oh??? 🫢

horny49yu: 🍿 😋

crazy4w00: 😎 this is better than a kdrama

newuserjk: am i the only one who feels like im missing smth???

4ngelic_m3nace: yeah im missing some1 tied up on MY bed 

cherry_scouper95: idk bout yall im just here to get off 😗 ✌️

To be honest, you planned on never touching the hideous handcuffs Junhui gave you even if they were free. For multiple reasons. Banished and stashed away in the very bottom of your dresser drawers, you are quite proud of the substitution you'd chosen to use instead.

Unclipping the leash in case Soonyoung might accidentally choke himself anyways (though he might like that), you loop the leather strap across his wrists and forearms until it's bound tight enough just to remind him it's there if he gets too impatient. It'd be a joke to think that could actually restrain him if he really tried to break free. Still, it's great for theatrics.

All the while, you're murmuring in his ear if he's doing alright even though the establishment of safety words and signals were already made very clear before this all started. Your best friend assuages any worries with an imperceptible nod that only you can feel though he whines audibly over Svthub's steady cash flow notification at your bare chests brushing against one another.

You relieve him (thankfully) by moving away (sadly) and deliberately brush against his cock (evilly) with your knee when you sit yourself prettily on his thigh. His eyes roll back instantly, hips stuttering at the teasing action as well as the spongy material of your panties saturating his bare thigh.

He huffs wetly, chin and throat, inside and outside, coated with drool. Incoherent noises, a mixture of whimpers and words he's trying to say, grow louder in desperation when you start grinding with no mercy, riding his thigh at an unforgiving pace that's wildly fast. Your hands grip at the covers behind you for support as you thrust your hips towards him and then away, knee inching closer to once again nudge his hardness with your motions. Messy cunt oozing so much arousal, the viewers don't have to listen too hard to hear the nasty sound of soiled fabric sliding against skin.

beg4gyu: i debated if i should watch this or not

beg4gyu: i caved,,,,,,, im weak

beg4gyu: i can live w/ this tho

beg4gyu: esp if tigress uses him like a hq dildo 

wooluv: hey!

beg4gyu: hi!

wooluv: (derogatory)

wooluv: sorry it's not my strong suit

beg4gyu: 🤨 um 

beg4gyu: n e wayz glad to see i didn't miss much

Comment wars rage on as usual but you're too occupied to care. It was a hard choice to decide on at first. The ridges of Soonyoung's abs and the insane vein that leads down all the way to the mushroomed tip of his cock surely would have felt divine rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Perhaps that would have to wait until you were unclothed next —

Or just forget about it. There won't be a next time. There can't be. So you must let it leave your mind. 

It's not hard because his thigh wholly takes away any thoughts that even might enter your head, by far surpassing your expectations and dispelling any indication of disappointment. He flexes and releases the muscle just enough so it catches that sweet clit of yours at different points and angles while you slide back and forth. He'd give anything to push his knee up and temptingly stuff your soaked panties a teeny tiny bit inside your hole with a sinful squelch. 

Alas, he fears the repercussions if he tries to do too much. Content with the way your breasts jiggle cutely, wishing you were still wearing the pendant that you came home from the gym in so he could watch it bounce and sparkle in time with them.

You're moaning shamelessly now, mouth set in a gorgeous "O" and cute moans, almost squeals, coming out as you ride his thigh with even more vigor. Soonyoung hopes — prays — that you'll cum. Nearly cracking the ball gag with how hard his mouth squeezes around it in anticipation. 

The minute that thought resonates in his head, your body seizes up. Lower body shakes and shudders, lifting upwards… up, up, and up… enough for him to spy a hint of the dark green satin color turned black where it's wedged in between the puffy, soppy lips of your cunt that spasms slightly around the ruined fabric.

His eyes threaten to roll up out of pure delirium but he can't bear to look away and miss this moment.

Oh god, and then when you somehow have the wherewithal to move off of his thigh to engage with the hungry viewers that adore watching you come undone (who doesn't?), he just about faints. You even have the gall to wink at him over your shoulder and bet how many orgasms he can give you. He can't bother to try and pay attention as you continue to praise him in front of everyone watching just to egg on the comments and the long, blazing bling of money pouring in. 

Something itches at him. Soonyoung's well aware of the incredible amounts of arousal you're able to conjure with some lube helping you play with during your streams but he's floored. He could definitely feel the wet mess you were making on him. And then to see it. Slathered all over and across like he'd been oiled, it strikes a pleasant possessiveness as if you staked your claim on him. He watches star-eyed at the tiny quivers in your legs while you try and regain your breath.

Down bad, the poor man is. You'd be the death of him.

wooluv: i might have to accept i will never be as cool as tigress

wooluv: or as hot

"Aw that's not true, wooluv baby!"

h0n3ybun: believe in urself luv!!

wooluv: 😭 💔

"Seriously. Oh and hello, beg4gyu! Missed you."

beg4gyu: 😳 ME?????

"Yes, you silly. You were fighting with Hoshi during my last stream!"

beg4gyu: i was?

"He was under a different screen name but yes, it was so funny."

beg4gyu: yeah i mean i was and i was totally winning

You snort, shaking your head to hide your eye roll. "If you say so!"

beg4gyu: also… important -

deathbyd1cks: 🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱

crazy4w00: 😴😴😴😴😴😴

horny49yu: 😪😪😪😪 

beg4gyu: what's w/ all the haterz???

beg4gyu: this is a judgment free zone

beg4gyu: N E WAYZ why is he called 0rginaltiger if he's 69th 🤔🤔🤔

That makes you laugh and turn back to Soonyoung with a devious smirk, hand brushing against his bulging cheek. "Wanna tell 'em, tiger boy?"

It's a mocking tone you use, the ball gag still in his mouth obviously preventing the man from uttering anything except incomprehensible sounds at this point. He's not below begging in whatever way desired — rather be drowning in your arousal than his own saliva — and raises his eyebrows pleadingly. Dancer hips hump up pathetically but oh-so-temptingly, another strangled whine thrown in for good measure and shiny eyes threatening to tear up. 

Of course, you concede to finally taking it and helping with his boxers after removing the leash that's left pretty red streaks across his forearms showing where he strained against the binding. Your hands brush tenderly across the marks, a questioning hum while you wait for him to collect himself to respond.

"Guess we should," Soonyoung eventually chokes out in a raspy voice, "ya know…" a little too eager in the way he reaches for your hips, "demonstrate."

You click your tongue and gently yank on the collar before he can touch. His upper body jerks forward, merely inches from your face, nose brushing against his. 

"I don't remember you having the control here, Hoshi."

"Ah, but don't forget to lemme know if I'm doing a good job like before… "

And with that, you respond by pushing against his chest after the saucy wink and smirk sent your way. Urging your best friend to lay down on his back so you can place your knees around his waist, untying one side of your panties with a flourish while he rushes to slide a naughty hand over to assist with the other. Across the room they fly, joining the discarded toys on the floor with the nastiest splat imaginable.

NewUser94594: holy shit! 🫣 💦

dickarawrous420: my god... 👅

deathbyd1cks: 👁️ did sum1 say before? 

deathbydicks: hahaha n e ways — ruined ☑ 

You can't even be bothered to care, all your focus instead on the heat of your bare cunt pressed against Soonyoung's hard abs just as you imagined. He seems to be in a better mood and is finally obeying. But you don't like the look of the mischievous glint in his eyes when his teeth sink into his bottom lip, feeling what a sopping mess you still are.

He's covered in it. And he hopes for more. 

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," slips out before he can stop it which causes you to click your tongue to cover up the fact you're extremely flattered, cheeks aflame.

"Looks like I'll have to shut you up, huh?"

Twisting around and moving further up his body until your fluttering hole is over his mouth, you see his brow raise questionably.

"Aren't you gonna... ?"

"Work for it," you interrupt with a command and don't wait for his reply before seating yourself against his swollen lips. "Work for it and maybe I'll suck you off as a reward, baby boy."

sugacub3: this is SOOOO unfair

kingh0ng: im abt to unalive 

kingh0ng: i cant keep edging myself like this

kingh0ng: the drs r getting worried

AnonymousUser9999: weak

jejusb00s: concerning

There is zero hesitation in doing as demanded. Obviously. A vigorous tongue swirls to spell out his own name sloppily — s o o n y o u n g — against your sensitive clit, dipping into and all around your quivering pussy with each swipe, prod, and glide as you settle more and more of your weight onto his face. Tiny bites of cold metal from his earrings sting as they dig into your skin and only add to the pleasure. 

The man underneath you growls, absolutely feral in his euphoria, not minding being smothered one bit as your knees practically crush the sides of his skull. He would die a happy man this way. Nodding his head up and down in agreement then back and forth, nose coincidentally brushing against the rim of your asshole. 

You shiver at the sensation. Despite never having done any anal play, it's not that much of a turn-off. Paired with the vibrations from the noises he's making that fires off and alights your nervous system somehow even better than the XXL vibrator gift from Seokmin and his girlfriend, you're on some kind of otherworldly high. And his dick isn't even inside of you yet —

"Hah, he's… gawd, he's so good… at this!"

It's not like you forgot the only plea Sooonyoung asked of you but it's also not hard to fake or hold back the moans and praises that fall easily out of your mouth with his ministrations. Fully sitting back all the way, a treat to the viewers who can get a peek at your occupied lower body atop his shiny chin. Watching his jaw and tongue fervently working in tandem as he continues autographing your pussy. Sitting on his face like you belong there — which you do.

Only because his lungs are screaming for air, not because he's satisfied, is the reason he taps your ankle three times. Honestly, you find it a struggle to lift up and fall forward onto your forearms instead, the rest of your body prone against his. Soonyoung's rendered you weak, especially as he parts from your cunt with a lecherous wet smack like he's just had the messiest make out of the century. 

He kind of has.

You're left with your mouth hanging wide open and panting — though not as hard as he is — a flurry of emotions as your mind can only think of one thing. It's no surprise when drool dribbles out of the corner of your parted lips, perfectly falling onto the angry red cock below you that jumps adorably in shock at the contact.

deathbyd1cks: hehehehehe dick drunk dick drunk dick drunk 🙇

deathbyd1cks: called it! 

deathbyd1cks: 💵💵💵💵💵💵

h0n3ybun: i mean it IS pretty

horny49yu: THICC

newuserkjk: still feel like im missing smth

beg4gyu: its like a 100

beg4gyu: out of 100000000000000000000

wooluv: jealous much?

A wonky, dazed smile and a flutter of eyelashes dampened by tears is sent to the camera. While you might not be reading their comments, you can only imagine how they're eating this shit up. You let more drool accumulate and collect on the center of your tongue (easy with how good you feel and the sight before you), sticking it out so a singular clear strand can drip down from the tip. 

Like a baker drizzles icing on their cake with a spoon, you direct your head in various directions over his length. Eyeing greedily as it twitches agreeably and leaks more precum at the teasing, barely-there warm liquid that instantly cools beginning to coat it.

Whether out of repayment or retaliation, Soonyoung catches his breath and gathers up the moisture in his mouth (that probably consists more of your arousal than saliva), and then spits. Right at the pretty folds of your pussy that are eye-level if he keeps his neck lifted. Hungrily watching through a lidded gaze as it slides between them and mixes in with the sloppy cream that's starting to seep out and threatens to spill onto his chest. 

"This pussy…! Fuck, is it so perfect… totally made f'me."

His voice is choked and raspy. Like hell he'd waste any droplets of yours, vowing for them to only fall on his tongue. Hastily grabbing at your hips, pulling you back onto his mouth, and kneading at the plushness of your asscheeks before delivering a playful and light slap to them — daring you to finally suck him off.

And you do, reverently picking up his thick length with trembling hands. Marveling how it even makes your hands look small around it. Lying hot and heavy in your hold, you can feel the blood raging through its veiny prominence.

Then your lips are suckling at the tip, re-addicted to the salty tang you previewed thanks to the ball gag. Soonyoung lets out a grateful moan of relief and you echo it because of the satisfying taste of him.

horny49yu: actually

horny49yu: bad day to be a bisexual if youre not between them

4ngelic_m3nace: where do i sign up to be a part of this???

beg4gyu: bruh

beg4gyu: not b4 me 😑

deathbyd1cks: is sum1 having their bi awakening?

beg4gyu: no but

beg4gyu: ill do anything for tigress

wooluv: 😳 i think i might

deathbyd1cks: amen to that 🙏

Your best friend's now almost halfway inside your mouth while he's been tongue-deep inside of you in exchange. Granted, Soonyoung is only occasionally flicking your clit now, much lazier thrusts as he tongues and laps around your hole because it would be a lie to say he's not mildly distracted at long last by being enveloped with your warm mouth.

That's perfectly fine though, allowing a clearer mind to pay attention to him instead. Your head bobs up and down in a methodical, slow way until the tip of his shaft slips down your throat. Staying like that for as long as you can without breathing before popping off, proud of yourself for not gagging. 

Practicing with your toys for the past week must've paid off.

(Of course, you would die before you ever admitted that to Soonyoung, and likewise. Because if you asked him if he wanted to hear your gags, the answer is an obvious yes — but admitting it? Over his dead body.) 

You get more comfortable, breasts squishing against his thighs, forearms strewn across his calves so you can fondle at his ballsack while you work him deeper and deeper down your throat each try. Soonyoung mimics you, arms thrown across your lower back as he moans against your pussy. More than pleased when you start an unhurried, inconsistent grind that he happily continues to supply his drenched face for.

You're not even trying to look pretty for the camera, slobbering all over the place like you're devouring one of those ginormous round lollipops, nor did you intend to make such a mess. Who knows if it's precum or saliva dripping down between his balls? But there's so much that you can smear all around and all over like a heathen.

Only adding to all of it by briefly neglecting his cock (hand replacing your mouth to jerk him off because you're nice like that) and giving a love-suckle to each one of them simply because you can't resist with them right there for the taking.

kingh0ng: can it be a concern to cum sm???

cherry_scouper95: dude fr?? need to work on ur stamina

cherry_scouper95: get laid finally or smth

kingh0ng: im not a virgin!

h0n3ybun: no shame if u r

kingh0ng: w/ the amt of times i use my hands to these shows i could be tho 😔 

Soonyoung must be feeling the same way you do if his loud, open-mouthed moan and warm breath ricocheting against your clit are anything to go by. It might just be the hottest thing you've ever experienced, cunt squeezing deathly around his poised tongue that dips in and almost gets trapped. 

He growls, freeing it, and slaps your ass again, soothingly squeezing the sting away. Arms muscles taut as he holds your hips up and away so he doesn't quite literally drown in all of your arousal.

Still, licking his lips and tasting more of your tantalizing essence on them, he desires more.

"Think I can make you squirt?" He also thinks he deserves even more. "With just my tongue? Or… " A finger traces around the soft skin of your pussy lips, admiring the clenching and unclenching hole above him. "My fingers? Think you can do it for me, sweet thing?"

Instead of replying, you simply turn your head to the side so you can meet his dark brown, carnal eyes. Teeth scrape along that devastating vein and nibble on the sensitive skin that connects his pelvis to his cock.

"Watch it," he hisses, "easy, babe."

You whine, batting your eyelashes and mouth first curving downwards as it presses against his lower body before curling upwards in a smirk. "Only ever squirted with a dildo."

Soonyoung eyes your tiger lily tattoo and places an oddly domestic-like smooch to it. "Of course, the brat would challenge me."

"Wasn't — "

You let out the most unflattering squeak as he drops you back down on his mouth, slurping at your cunt again with an addition of a harsh suck. Before you can let him get too carried away, you match his pace.

beg4gyu: am i just a fly on the wall????

beg4gyu: do i even exist here?????

wooluv: 🥲 no 

wooluv: none of us do

deathbyd1cks: baby im not even here im a hallucination 👍

Licking from the base up to the slit that's trembling in your hold as your hand runs up a different vein, this time on the underside of his dick after another teasing squeeze to his balls. Deep-throating with much more ease, swallowing two to three times before coming up for air, and diving back down again. 

Rinse and repeat.

Soonyoung's hand sneaks between your body and his lower lip to fondle at your clit, pinching and pulling like a demon, though gentle in his actual administrations. The lovingly clumsy mannerisms of your best friend before are nowhere to be found in this pussy-drunk beast of a man who aims with precision at all your exact weak spots. Or maybe he was like that all along… 

And that's perfectly fine because damn Seokmin but he was right — you're positively, utterly, completely dick-drunk.

"In love with… in love with this pussy of yours," he rasps out and you mumble nonsense with a full mouth, responding more with the enticing wiggle of your hips. Encouraging him to bring you to that precipice, over it, and more while you return the favor.

deathbyd1cks: 📹 damn almost caught it in 4k

AnonymousUser7021: was there a lag??? did i miss smth??

deathbyd1cks: the confession of the century 😔 ✊

wooluv: HUH?

beg4gyu: HWAT???? THEYRE A THING???

crazy4w00: well not yet…

wooluv: 💔 so there's still hope 🥹

h0n3ybun: cute

cherry_scouper95: cute n all but r we ever gonna finish here??

cherry_scouper95: this dude's stamina…

kingh0ng: now who's weak? 😆 🫵

cherry_scouper95: 🖕

You're almost just as frustrated as cherry_scouper95. A mix of a growl and whine rises in your throat whenever it's granted reprieve in between thrusts, nails scratching and leaving crescent moon marks along his tense, sticky thighs. Because goddamn, even though his cock looks so achingly hard that it could probably stay up straight on its own, growing more difficult to bend it down your throat — he shows barely a hint of nearing that sweet release. You huff, cold air whooshing across his shaft and balls that has him jolting beneath you.

A brain cell lights up.

Sliding down his body, away from his mouth, and ignoring the devastating loss as well as his surprised groan of disappointment. Focusing as it turns to one that is pleasantly breathless in enjoyment when your breasts squish around his length instead. Pornographic moans ring out as the back of his head hits the mattress and shameful cries of "baby, babe, love," fill the air, so loud that the viewers have to lower their volume by a few decibels. 

"Oh, fuck… "

It only takes two slides up and down between your tits before Soonyoung's hips take on a mind of their own without your hands to hold him still. Rutting unapologetically and unforgiving up into the enclosed space, using your chest like it was nothing but a cocksleeve or fleshlight toy. 

You revel in it. 

Appreciating the pathetic grips and grabs at your asscheeks as he fails to ground himself. Sticking out your tongue to meet the pretty pink head that pokes through with each thrust tugging the foreskin back and forth as it rubs against your soft, tender skin.

You're positive he's almost lost control, surely chafing your skin despite the insane amount of wetness. Of course, you don't mind at all and add whatever moisture is left in your mouth so it can drip down your shared bodies, mixing in with the filthy, sopping mess that's probably ruined your bed. 

Soonyoung's intent on that promise, finally gathering hold on some of his wits to raise his head back up. Removing a hand to prop it behind his neck, the other one trails downward, pulling the fat of your ass slightly up. Your lower body presses into his to support the actions of your chest and torso but he's still able to see your empty hole leaking arousal all over the front of his body. 

You're right where he needs you. Wants you.

A digit pushes in to bury inside your cunt that greets the welcome, thick intrusion with a sickening squelch. He starts knuckle-deep out of caution before exploring farther, middle finger (essentially giving the viewers a big "fuck all of you" while inside your pussy) readily seeking out that bundle of nerves to brush against that he found in the shower. Stroking them relentlessly once found by his finger nestled within, and grinning sadistically when you cry out. Clit rubbing against the rough, top indentations of his abs.

"C'mon, baby… soak me. I know this nasty little hole can do it, know you can do it." Soonyoung growls when you feebly garble out his screen name. "That's right… mark me, baby 'n make me yours. Bet they're all crying out for you right now. But you'll do it all for me, just f'me, right?"

A strangled "Yes, Hoshi!" is ripped out of you followed by a wrecked sob as you grope at your nipples out of habit, coincidentally continuing to squeeze and release your tits around his weeping shaft. 

"Together!" you also beg with a scream, pleading for his release as well. The repetitive pulsating of his cock gains more consistency to match the rapid thumping of your heart beating in time against it which thrills you.

"Together," he confirms, "always."

AnonymousUser1205: wow hot damn

beg4gyu: just bc hes right doesnt mean he has to say it

beg4gyu: esp if he gets to be w/tigress >:(

cumdaywh0ring: let's gooooo

cumdaywh0ring: let's fcking gooooooooo

There's an audible hiss heard from both of you as your pussy lips tighten around Sooonyoung's finger, almost cutting off his circulation like a rubber band wound too many times. Cunt suctioning yet pushing him out, trapped as if his digit is a fish caught up in a dam, as you start to gush. Droplets of your essence dribbling down his flexed wrist that attempts to thrust within its limited range to coax you through your climax more.

"That's it, that's a good fuckin' baby," he praises and grunts, white spurts of cum erupting as his own release hits. "My baby. Take it, love. Take all of it 'cause you're mine, aren't you?"

The feeling of his cum hitting your face, tits, and mouth that's open already from moaning like the true star cammer that you are plus his hoarse voice repeating the demanding possession of, "Aren't you?," has you screaming out a confirmative "Yes, baby!". And then you're really gushing, squirting as desired because of his fingers and mouth, harder than you ever thought you could be capable of. Successfully ejecting Soonyoung's digit out in a spray that seems to last an eternity as you seize up and shudder and shake until you can give no more.

Most of it lands on his chest, dousing him and wetting the poor bed. With both of his arms free, he can basically do a light curl-up, tongue sticking out to catch whatever he can like a heathen. His balls empty and empty out across your face until his cock finally plops against your rubbed-raw chest, almost as weary as you are as it starts to soften. 

You may look like a complete and utter mess and wreck. But no one thinks you could look any prettier than you do now in this moment, especially Soonyoung whose muscles protest when he forces himself to move.

kingh0ng: is this heaven or hell

newuserjk: why not… limbo 😼

h0n3ybun: oh?

deathbyd1cks: 😏

newuserjk: $5 off, sale ends in 2 min! 

wooluv: my god… 😓 these ads

kitkat69: imma need 10 business days to recover,,,,

He fumbles a bit, hazy mind struggling to stop the livestream as he hastily thanks everyone for watching. Once it appears to have turned off, he chews on his bottom lip and decides to just power off the whole computer system for good measure.

"Hey." Handing you a water bottle after downing a few sips, he also grabs the towels and wipes from the table you'd prepared beforehand. Laying them down on the upper, cleaner part of the bed and collapsing back on the mattress with a bounce. "You with me, babe?"

Though your eyes are still glassy, you nod. Relief as the water soothes your scratchy throat. "I am, you good?"

"Perfect."

You both know you need to clean up properly before resting but it seems alright for now to just lay there and catch your breath. Soonyoung pulls you into his chest, rubbing circles on your back as a chill sets in — metaphorically and physically — in the sudden eerie silence shared between just the two of you in this room.

"Thank you."

Your best friend giggles. He goddamn giggles. "Was I that good that you're thanking me?"

A beat of silence.

"Honestly, yeah you were. More than good, you were great. With everything. So yeah, thank you."

"No, thank you." It's said with such gratitude, such conviction, and then a kiss is placed on the top of your head. Your heart thuds erratically. "You were perfect. Everything I've ever imagined and more."

"S-Soonyoung? "

"Hm?"

"… Wake me up in ten."

"Okay. But we'll have to wash up after, alright?"

You nod against his chest, shutting your eyes tightly. He inhales deeply, jostling you a bit to reach his phone and set the timer before tossing it onto the bed. Both of you miss when your respective phones light up with new messages.

"Soonyoung?"

"Yeah?"

Despite the way you want to relax and pretend like there's not the looming elephant in the room to face, you have to ask. 

Even if it hurts.

"So… what happens next?"

◇ Find out more in Part 3... cumming soon 😉 (like to charge, reblog to cast)

onlyseokmins: April 2023 ©

[misswoozi]

Hi!!! Dk/jaehyun fan here again~ ive literally been shipping them all by myself since 2018 🥲🥲🥲 there are very few of us out there haha. I always pictured dk being a bit pathetic for jaehyun? Like in my head they get together bc dk has this big fat crush on jaehyun and then one drunken night he finally acts on it….

OMG THIS WAS A PERSONAL SHIP FOR YOU FOR THAT LONG?? OP, I am so happy you suggested it bc now we can turn it into a full AU if you want lmao I'll even find a video for them. I think it's a brilliant match-up and I wish I'd known about it sooner,,, maybe even in 2018???

so! Dokyeom has a crush on Jaehyun. this is 1000% plausible. I think Dokyeom likes other Aquarius men and beyond that, he'd definitely go to Junhui (who is basically NCT's 24th member these days) and ask if he could maybe possibly set them up. (Junhui would agree but not before he teased the fuck outta DK for it.)

I think they'd hang out in a group setting first (Junhui, Minghao, Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Chenle, Renjun, Kun and Doyoung maybe???) and it would take SEVERAL subsequent hangouts before DK shoots his shot and asks Jaehyun for his number. This would be a Slow Burn because DK, bless him, isn't a Direct Action kind of guy. Slowly but surely, though, he'd start texting Jaehyun and FINALLY one day, several shots in, he actually makes a Move and kisses him.

[cheolism]

the reason i was so convinced it was real was bc it was like one of those insta fan acc posts where they just repost a vid from twitter and since i see them so much i just thought it was real,, and with how close they are them not having a matching tattoo is weird to me instead

andddddd i thought long and hard about an emoji (no i didn't) but decided to just not have one, here i am ahhhhh

also i love seeing carats saying that oh this is my bias line and it’s literally half the members of the group 😭😭😭 (same)

😭😭😭 no I can definitely see them getting matching tattoos down the line!! And I agree w u on how close they are. When they say they’re closer than family I genuinely believe them. Especially because they don’t use formal speech or titles w one another? Like it isn’t uncommon for them to refer to an older member without hyung or -si added. Like even Chan has referred to Scoups without the hyung.

And hello lovely!!!!! I’m happy to meet you ^^ I was asking for an emoji so I knew when I was talking to you and such, but this 100 percent works too keke <3

And no yeah my initial two biases are Cheol n Kwannie!!!! But I also adore (and will grab pcs for) Jun and Channie and Dokyeom and Joshi. It’s a problem 😭😭

[bellamyblakru]

As someone that knows nothing about celebrities or K-pop, would you mind quickly explaining the whole “seventeen becomes seventy” thing 😅😅

Though I completely understand if you can’t be bothered, have a nice day!

i love to ALWAYS be “bothered” (especially about seventeen)!!! i appreciate you asking too🥺

okay so i made this post last night when i was in my feels, and seventeen (the kpop band) have been together for over a decade now with 13 members (more than any groups, and with no one leaving since they’ve debuted). so for over ten years, svt has been through hell and back, producing their own albums, being traumatized as a trainee at a poor company, sticking through thick and thin in basically everything. theyve never given up—so, i cant remember which member started it, but i do remember dokyeom (my ultimate bias) saying it at a concert of “until seventeen becomes seventy” or aka they will stick together even in old age. its a promise to their fans, but, more importantly, its a promise to themselves that there will always be seventeen in the world—whether members are off doing their own things or going into the military.

i wrote that post bc we found out that second oldest member is being enlisted the second half of this year and another member is going back to china for acting. it was a bit of a bombshell put together (and i won’t say i didnt cry lololo), especially since i think most of us thought some of them were going enlist early next year, not so soon😭

anyways. am sad again because ill miss all 13 together, but the promise that they will always fight together will never leave, yaknow? and it’s a comfort to see how much theyve achieved and will continue to achieve.

i apologize that this is so long😭please feel free to ask any questions about kpop or anything!!! im more than happy to jabber away😘🩷

[onedirecton]

If Dokyeom from Seventeen, has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Dokyeom has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Dokyeom has only one fan then that is me. If Dokyeom has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Dokeyom, then I am against the world.

[seventeenfluff]

Vernon as your Boyfriend

a/n hello hello merry christmas my dear friends omg i really love Christmas holidays ❤❤❤ i hope that today and tomorrow will be a good day for you :) And also this account is close in reaching 170 followers and it is the best gift i receive this year!!!! I have alot of plan for this blog and i really hope you'll continue supporting me. Thank you :) Happy holidays everyone, and if you don't celebrate Christmas, i hope that you will be spending this day merrily ^^

Previous Member: BOO SEUNGKWAN

Dating THE Hansol Vernon Chwe is literally having the man of your dreams (not that other Seventeen members wouldn't be able to compare) but if Mingyu got the crown for husband material, Vernon has the crown for being the most boyfriend material in seventeen

he is literally the best match for someone who has an issue with their self esteem because Vernon is the king when it comes to self love. He is someone who could influence you in hugging your own uniqueness

Vernon is someone whom your parents would approved of (i mean look at the face though) because the way he acts and treats you is so respectful they knew you found a good man at heart

Vernon would never be angry at you. Like in my opinion, I feel like Vernon is someone who rarely gets angry at all. He's like that guy who lets everything pass by very easily.

But dont expect Vernon to stay in a toxic relationship though, I am very certain that Vernon is that kind of person who is not afraid to speak his mind so if he thinks that something would bring negativity in his life, he would cut it off without a doubt.

Vernon is very sweet and attentive but he is not an affectionate person

Also not the type of person who would initiate physical affection but someone who would never say no for it

Talking to Vernon about his world view is really entertaining because everytime you guys do it, it will end up with you gaining new insights about everything

Vernon is also the type of guy who doesn't care about what the public would say about his relationship

so if for example (one of the) members doesn't like you, the fans/company does not approve of your relationship, Vernon wouldn't be carried by the tide and would continue swimming the current.

But if his family is the one who is against your relationship, that's really a different matter.

Vernon is a hardworking person but unlike Woozi who's life literally revolves around his career, I think Vernon is someone who knows how to balance his work-life cycle.

Kinda passive aggressive to be honest so if you're the same and/or has a problem with this kind of attitude, relationship might become bumpy.

Love language includes time and affirmation

But just like Mingyu, Vernon does not scream I love you to your face everyday, but more like you did well you're amazing, I miss you, you look beautiful today, etc. etc.

Really chill. I know this is so cliche but posts that claims Vernon as a chill person are all correct. He is that kind of boyfriend who really lives riding the waves, so whatever your heart desire, he would support and be part of it.

If you know how Vernon treats his mom and his sister, expect that he would treat you the same, sometimes even more.

Vernon is also that kind of guy you could talk to very easily even on the first day. He knows how to make someone very comfortable without actually trying too hard.

Really performs his boyfriend duties very well lmao he would never miss texting you good morning, have you eaten already, good night everyday :)

Also supplies you meme contents lol

Vernon is someone who appreciates beauty inside. He really doesn't care of whatever you look as long as you are nice and kind.

I feel like Vernon's ideal type is someone who really vibes with him. You know, has the same taste in music, same taste in movies, same wavelength of sense of humor, same fashion sense, etc.

If you two had a fight, Vernon isn't that kind of guy who would want to fix the problem immediately.

He is the type of guy who would want to sleep it off first, or to get some fresh air, to make sure the two of you has already calmed down

No he won't address a problem with his emotions still keeping him under control

Unlike Dokyeom who always apologizes first whoever is at fault, Vernon is someone who wouldn't apologize immediately specially if he knows that he is right and you are wrong.

He would never scream at you. Fighting with Vernon includes hush voices, cold shoulders, sarcasm and passive aggressiveness.

but as I've said before, this is very rare. Really really really really rare occassions.

Doesn't really gets jealous very easily, Vernon is someone who completely puts his trust to his s/o and it is up to you how would you use and take care of it.

Next Member: Lee Chan (Dino)

[writer-k-pop]

I Would

왜나하면 나는 우리의 모든 데이트가 우리 둘 모두에게 행복하고 즐거운 시간이 되길 원하기 때뭉이야. Because I want our every date to be a happy and fun time for both of us.

Description: During a live TV interview, Jeonghan is faced with a comment from  a particularly problematic host. With the need to defend himself and you, you watched for the first time as Jeonghan sternly, and slightly angered, puts someone in their place during a live show. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Angst, Fluff ending, Idol!Jeonghan x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k

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You brought your knees up to your chest, attention focused on the TV where a live broadcast of your boyfriend, Jeonghan, and his group mates, Seventeen, was airing. Jeonghan was always super excited to do any show but this show had him, and the entire group for that matter, on edge.

The reason being that one of the hosts was a very questionable person. The host, Jack, made comments that made many of the public feel uncomfortable and even with all the outcry, he was still appearing on TV. The night before as I sat with the members, talking and trying to relax for the night, the boys couldn't stop worrying about how they were going to handle any concerning comments that came from that particular host. Seungcheol and Jeonghan were trying their best to give words of encouragement and disperse the worry but you could tell Jeonghan's mind was running a 100 miles per hour with the same worry as the other members.

They finished with their introduction segment and moved onto the first topic. During the entirety, you tried to focus on what was being said but all you could really focus on was Jeonghan. The other members had taken Seungcheol and Jeonghan's advice to just do the interview as normal and for the most part, Seungcheol looked like he had also taken his advice. But Jeonghan was a different story.

He sat between Jun and Dino but you could tell his mind was analyzing every word coming out of every mouth in preparation to combat any wrong comment. Jeonghan was physically there but mentally fighting a war that hadn't even happened yet.

You pouted in concern but that was all you could do. The broadcast was live. All you could do was sit and watch and hope that the rest of the broadcast went without a hitch.

But of course, your hope was soon crushed.

It was the third and final segment called 'I Adore.' You knew about this segment because the some of the members had asked your opinion on if their items were 'okay' as an item/hobby/thing they adored. And because Jeonghan had asked your permission to use a picture of the two of you. You didn't care, the public already knew about your relationship. One more picture wouldn't hurt.

The members went through their 'I Adore' stories one by one and somehow Jeonghan was picked to go last. Probably because of the picture.

A picture of you and Jeonghan out on a date a few weeks ago pops up on the screen and the two other non-problematic hosts, Hangyeol and Kwangho, cooed at the picture.

"Would you like to explain, Jeonghan?" Hangyeol gestured towards Jeonghan.

You watched as he pulled himself out of his war with a deep breath.

"Yes, well, I adore (y/n)." Jeonghan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "I adore her a lot but I couldn't bring her here so I brought a picture instead."

"This is a good alternative." Kwangho commented, "When was this taken?"

"A couple weeks ago." Jeonghan answered right away, "We were out on a shopping date looking for Dino's birthday gift, I think. She was feeling cute so we took a lot of pictures."

"They took so many pictures." Dokyeom agreed, "Like hundreds and hundreds." He exaggerated.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at his antics. The hosts and the members laugh.

"So why did you pick her for this segment?" Hangyeol asked, glancing down at his cue cards.

"Ever since we started dating, she is always supporting and encouraging me. And just when I think I know all of her little ticks, she surprises me with another one." Jeonghan explained and your heart fluttered. "(y/n)'s really cool and she always knows what I'm thinking and it's nice having someone to talk to like that."

"Ah, you must really love her." Kwangho nodded, "I can see it in your face."

Jeonghan smiled widely and blushed.

"He does." Dino agreed with the host. "Sometimes he'll ditch us to go see her."

"But wouldn't you if you had that kind of girl by your side?" Hangyeol defended Jeonghan.

"How long have you been dating?" Jack, the problematic host, questioned which made your breath hitch. The members also went silent for a second and a nervous glance was thrown between them.

"Uh, about a year or so now." Jeonghan answered confidently.

Jack nodded and let the other hosts continue. You breathed a sigh of relief with that hurdle passed.

"Actually, that's not the only picture we have of you two." Hangyeol said sheepishly.

Jeonghan looked at the hosts with a questioning look.

"We found some pictures on Twitter capturing you on your date." Hangyeol explained and a few pictures popped up on the screen.

They were of the same date but from farther away and a little later into the date after some shopping had been done.

"Fans must've taken them." You muttered to yourself not bothered as it happens sometimes.

They pull up one and focus on it. You're walking backwards talking to Jeonghan while he holds the couple of shopping bags and your bright pastel purse. You smile remembering the day with fondness.

"What's going on in this one?" Kwangho asked with genuine interest.

"Ah," Jeonghan lifts his head in remembrance of the moment, "We were leaving the shopping center and she was talking about something that I completely forget now. But I do remember having to yell at her millions of times because she was about to run into something or someone." He chuckled.

"Wait a minute," Jack chirped up and the nervous glances returned. "You said you were getting a gift for Dino, why do you have so many bags?"

Jeonghan sat up straighter, "One of the bags was Dino's gift, one was a shirt that (y/n) said I would look good in, and the other is her purse."

"Woah, he even carries her purse!" Kwangho cooed to Hangyeol in admiration of Jeonghan's act.

"Yah, he such a cool guy." Hangyeol agreed.

"He does that all the time." Seungcheol added on.

"Honestly, he's a really great boyfriend." Mingyu commented and Jeonghan hid his face in embarrassment.

"Ah, stop." Jeonghan whined and his members chuckle, Dino even patted his shoulder.

Across the interview table, Jack lowered his head and muttered something meant to go unheard. But Jeonghan's super sonic hearing heard him and he immediately snapped his head up, staring hard Jack.

"What did you say?" Jeonghan asked, his tone causing confusion between the members.

"I didn't-"

"No, please say it." Jeonghan cut Jack off and gestures for him to continue, "You said it for a reason."

Jack'glances around the studio and towards his fellow hosts for support, but they offer him none. Hangyeol and Kwangho, having heard his comment, were finally done putting up with his attitude.

"I just think that she should be able to carry her own purse. Why do you have to carry it when she obviously has her own arms." Jack shrugged nonchalantly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his misguided opinion. From the TV, a few members also scoff while others lean back and cross their arms with stares as sharp as knives.

"I would carry her purse even if she had 8 arms and I had none." Jeonghan said in a slightly tensed tone. "Because I love her."

A feeling of 'yeah, you show him' was soon followed by a gut punch realization that Jeonghan just said that he loves you for the first time on TV. Ever.

"Still I don't get why she would make you carry all the bags and her purse." Jack continued his warped train of thought.

Jeonghan shook his head, "I told her to give me the bags. She actually didn't want me to carry them but I insisted."

"You shouldn't have given in then." Jack scoffed, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair. "You can't be that weak."

At this comment, you sat up and angrily grumbled at the TV.

"Who does he think he's calling weak? How can a person be this awful?" You wondered.

While you grumbled, the members also all leaned forward in anger at Jack's comment and the hosts started to lean away from Jack in an attempt to separate themselves from him. The entire atmosphere of the interview, even through the TV, turned icy in a second. Even as you sat on your couch at home, a shiver ran down your spine.

Jeonghan put a hand on Dino's arm, telling him to sit back down.

"I don't think it was weak." Jeonghan said with a 'you want to mess with me?' look in his eyes. "I think it's very strong of men and people to offer to carry other's things when they care for said person. You see," Jeonghan cleared his throat, "If I didn't take the bags from (y/n), she wouldn't have been able to walk backwards and talk to me so animatedly. Then I wouldn't have been able to smile and laugh at her like I am in the picture." He gestures to the screen where the picture was still up. "Then I wouldn't have been able to enjoy her enjoying herself on our date. And that would've made me disappointed. Because I want our every date to be a happy and fun time for both of us."

Listening to his defense, Jeonghan's words touched your heart and for a split second you forgot your anger and only felt love for the man you get to call yours.

Having been defeated, Jack sat silent in his chair. Kwangho and Hangyeol have successfully moved their chairs away. The other members listened intently and were all nodding their heads in agreement.

"I think we would all do the same." Hangyeol commented, trying to diffuse the tention. He then turned to the other members, "Wouldn't we?"

The other members nodded while Seungcheol actually spoke.

"Without hesitation." He nodded, giving one last glare towards Jack.

"Well, we have run out of time. But thank you for stopping by and giving us your time." Knwagho said to the members. They all nod and give their thanks except for Jeonghan. He was just staring at Jack with a glare as deadly as lasers.

Seungcheol led the group in their exit greeting and Jeonghan barely managed to make the ending bow before the show cuts off.

As commercials ran past the screen, you just sat on the couch, scrolling through posts and comments of the interview. Many expressed anger at the problematic host but a greater number were praising Jeonghan for his eloquent response to such a comment.

And not 10 minutes after the interview ended, a call from Jeonghan lit up your phone.

"HI there." You answered, already forgetting most of the annoyance you had from earlier.

"Hey." Jeonghan replied, his voice sounding tired with a hint of anger around the edges. "What are you doing right now?"

"Me?" You asked, "I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone."

Jeonghan breathed out, "So you watched it, huh?"

"Yeah, I saw it." You said with a nod.

"Ugh, I was really hoping you didn't." Jeonghan muttered.

"Why not?" You wondered. You could see him running a hand through his hair.

"It was just so ridiculous. What he said." Jeonghan groaned.

You chuckled, "Yeah, it was pretty ridiculous but you handled it like an absolute pro." You offered, "Made me extremely proud, too."

"Really?" He asked, his voice perking up slightly.

"Oh totally." You answered, "You put him in his place and made me feel like a princess. I swear I think my heart exploded."

Jeonghan finally laughed and you felt relieved to hear his laughter.

"Where are you?" You asked after a couple seconds.

"In a taxi." He answered.

"Where are you going?" You questioned, "Shouldn't you be with the others going back to the dorm?"

"I should be." Jeonghan said, "But after that interview, I really needed to see you so I sort of ran off."

"Jeonghan!" You scolded him.

"It's fine!" He defended himself, "I told Seungcheol so I didn't entirely ditch without telling anyone."

"Did you even get out of your interview clothes?" You asked, knowing it takes Seventeen ages to get into and out of outfits.

There was a pause before Jeonghan answered.

"...No." His answer made you laugh.

"You're lucky you have clothes here." You told him before moving to the bathroom to retrieve some makeup removing supplies.

"I'm lucky I've got you." He said softly.

"Yes you are lucky you've got me." You joked and Jeonghan chuckled.

"I'll be there in like 20 minutes. Wait for me." He told you.

"I'll be here with makeup remover and open arms." You said before hanging up.

And as he said, 20 minutes later, Jeonghan punched in the lock code and strode into your home, straight into your arms. He rested his chin over your shoulder while squeezing you tightly.

"Hey superhero." You smiled and cuddled into his hug.

"Hey." Jeonghan relaxed and his shoulders sagged from exhaustion.

"Go get changed and then I'll take off your make up for you." You instructed him and he followed without a moment's hesitation.

You sat on the couch, set the make up wipes near your lap, and waited for Jeonghan to come back. After many of his schedules, his make up would be wiped off or he'd be with the members. But on occasion, he'd come to yours, make up on, and you would take off his make up for him. It was one of his favorite things. You often offered when you knew he had a stressful day because it was something that helped him to relax.

After a few minutes, Jeonghan returned out of his interview outfit and in pajamas. He flopped onto the couch and rested his head in you lap, eyes closed, ready for his make up to be removed.

As you wiped away the layers of makeup, his bare face that you loved so much began to show.

"Did you see the comments?" You asked, wiping down his cheek.

"No." Jeonghan said, "The members were blowing up my phone with texts so I had to pay attention to them."

"Well, people are very impressed by you and your comments." You told him, "I'm sure people will be talking about it tomorrow."

"Eh, I just said what needed to be said. That host needed to be put in his place." Jeonghan scrunched up his nose and you wiped that area to soothe out the skin.

"And you did just that." You told him. "So what do you want to do?"

"Lay here forever." Jeonghan answered.

You threw away the makeup wipe and reached for another, "I can do that."

"Forever?" Jeonghan glanced up at you with a questioning look.

"Forever." You smiled and leaned down to give him a kiss.

Happily, Jeonghan snuggled deeper into your lap and you resumed wiping his face.

"Next time bring me." You said absently mindedly.

"And let you be attacked like that? No way." Jeonghan shut down the idea immediately.

"But then you wouldn't have to be in a situation like you were today." You explained, wiping away the last bit of stubborn foundation.

Jeonghan opened his eyes and looked up at you. "(y/n)."

"Jeonghan." You copied his sentence type.

"I would go through that alone on national TV a million times over before I would even consider letting you go through it." Jeonghan told you. "I would go through it again if it meant I got to come home to you."

You smiled at his sincere words, "Then keep coming home to me."

He smiled widely and pulled you down for another kiss, one deeper than the one you had given him. One full of 'I love you's' to last a hundred years. And they all belonged to you and you alone.

[k-llama-llama]

Setting Boundaries

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Zoey will not stand for intrusion into her apartment.

A/N: welcome to the first post of august! ALSO FYI check out my patreon (patreon.com/kllamallama for exclusive posts!)

Requests are CLOSED…but your feedback is still super important to me.

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Zoey was startled awake by the sound of breaking glass. She shot up in bed, eyes darting around, expecting to see a burglar breaking into her bedroom. Instead, she was greeted by an empty room, with even her boyfriend missing.

She blinked, still trying to wake herself up, when she heard muffled voices. She frowned swinging herself out of her bed. She grabbed a sweater off of the floor (it was Seungcheol’s and he refused to pick up his clothes no matter how hard she tried), and pulled it on over her tank top.

Making her way out of the bedroom and into the hallway, the voices got louder. However, she quickly realized that instead of a burglar intent on stealing their things, it was a group of boys who were also intent on stealing their things.

“It is way too early for this.” She leaned in the doorway.

“Oh, hey Zo.” Seungkwan waved from the couch, where he was munching on a bowl of cereal.

“Did we wake you up?” Hoshi asked, drawing her attention to the source of the noise she’d heard earlier. Him and Seungcheol were knelt over the shattered remains of one of their cereal bowls, attempting to sweep the shards into a dustpan.

“Well, I thought we were being robbed, so yeah.” She crossed her arms. “Honestly I might have preferred that.” She looked back at Seungkwan. “Are those my fruitloops?”

He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. “Probably.”

Seungcheol stood from the floor, walking over to his less-than-impressed girlfriend. “Sorry, babe. I was trying to make them be quiet.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and Zoey leaned back.

He frowned. “You’re mad.”

“I haven’t brushed my teeth.” She countered. “But why are they here?”

“They wanted breakfast.” He offered. “And we had food.”

“That’s fine.” Zoey sighed. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

“Hey Mom, do you have another bowl we can use?” Hoshi called.

Zoey blinked slowly, trying to figure out whether she’d actually just heard things right. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?”

“Uh, Mom.” He answered, scooping the last of the shards into the dustpan. “That’s what we all call you.”

“What?” She turned to glare at her boyfriend. “Care to explain?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um….I meant to warn you about that.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“How long have you guys been dating?” Seungkwan asked.

“Seriously?” She smacked Seungcheol in the arm. “You’ve been letting them call me ‘Mom’ this whole time?”

“I don’t let them do anything!” He protested. “They just do it. Not usually around me and you.”

“How am I a mom?” Zoey demanded. “I’m younger than like half your group! Do I look pregnant or something?”

“Say no!” Hoshi said quickly.

“Not at all.” Seungcheol shook his head. “They just….like, I’m the leader and fans joke that I’m a dad, so with you being my girlfriend they called you mom.”

She snapped her fingers. “Is that why Dokyeom sent me flowers on Monther’s Day?”

“Yes.” Seungkwan confirmed.

“He did?” Seungcheol groaned. “I’m sorry. I promise they’ll-“

Zoey tuned him out, her gaze zeroing in on Seungkwan’s hair.

“Why is your hair wet?” She demanded, walking over to inspect.

“What?” He sunk lower into the couch, trying to hide behind his bowl of cereal.

It didn’t work. She stopped in front of him, bending down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. It was, in fact, wet, and slid out of her grip when he scrambled away.

“Tell me it’s raining outside and that’s why your hair is wet!” She crossed her arms.

“I showered, thank you very much.” He rubbed his head.

“Where?” She asked, knowing full well that he wouldn’t have traipsed through the streets of Seoul with wet hair.

“Inyourshower.” He mumbled.

“What was that?” She poked his arm, prodding the answer out of him.

“In your shower!” He shouted, running away to hide behind Seungcheol. “Make Mom stop bullying me.”

Seungcheol, for his part, had the decency to look like he wanted to jump out of the window.

“In our shower?” Zoey exclaimed, looking at her boyfriend with wide eyes and holding her hand to her chest. “In my, walk-in, marble shower with pink lights and essential oils?”

“I even used your body wash.” Seungkwan stuck his tongue out.

“Shut up.” Seungcheol begged.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Zoey leaned on the back of the couch, reaching down to grab a handful of Seungkwan’s cereal.

“It’s not that serious.” Hoshi snorted.

“IT IS!” Zoey shouted. “It’s my shower, in my apartment! I was asleep. I didn’t say you could come here at any hour of the day and eat my food and use my shower and break my dishes! This is supposed to me our place! Our does not include-“

“Okay, baby.” Seungcheol walked over, gently patting the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“No.” She pouted, leaning her head on his arm. “Make them leave.”

“I can’t make them leave.” He told her. “I can make them buy you a new bowl and a new body wash.”

“Hold on a second!” Seungkwan protested. “You said I could-“

“And make them promise never to use my shower again.” She begged.

“It’s his shower too.” Hoshi said.

“Oh my god.” Zoey held a hand to her forehead.

“Don’t worry, honey. It’s your shower, in your bathroom.” He rubbed her back, glaring at his group mates. “They won’t ever use it again.”

“Good.” Zoey said quietly.

“Now,” Seungcheol lifted her chin to look at him. “You’re going to go get back in bed, and I’m going to make you a bagel and a coffee, okay?”

“That sounds nice.” She nodded. She was still half-asleep, and certain that her outburst was largely as a result of her exhaustion.

“Okay, go watch your drama.” Seungcheol gently pushed her back towards the hallway.

“You can apologize whenever you want.” Seungkwan smirked.

Zoey actually hissed at him as she walked by.

“Seriously?” Hoshi asked as soon as she was gone. “It’s your apartment too.”

“She’s my girlfriend. If she wants to ban you guys from the bathroom, you guys are banned from the bathroom.” Seungcheol answered simply, grabbing a large mug from the cupboard.

“You mean that, because she has sex with you, she can do whatever she wants.”

“Sure, that too.”

[kveom]

ok to be fair the clips are not much because of filming restrictions lol but at this point i’ll take what i can get !!

first idk if u’ve seen it but emk officially uploaded one of his numbers and it is so cute!!!! 100/10 must watch! https://youtu.be/qJE3PvPhtTo

naver also uploaded a little clip that has some interview bits and like veryyyy short performance clips. i re-emphasize: crumbs. https://twitter.com/solana_0526/status/1447747135441489921?s=21

and then there are a couple of fan-shot clips floating around, but they’re all of the final scene. still cool tho !!! i thought this clip was p good: https://twitter.com/theywereinluv/status/1446149121165848583?s=21

anyways sorry for the mini-lecture lmao,, i am just Fond of arthur dokyeom and can talk about it for like 3 days straight

YOU'RE AMAZING THANK YOUU i'm so excited to watch these sakfhdjkshf but also sigh my seokmin feels are in for a ride when i do watch them lmao

and like i said before, dokyeom hours are always open here pls talk about him as MUCH as you want <3

[cmi-miu]

Ya’aburnee - Chapter 1 (Seventeen Soulmate AU)

Soulmate AU: The last words your soulmate says to you are the words tattooed on your wrist.

Pairing: SoonWoo, JiHan, SeokHao

Title: Ya'aburnee (arabic): yak-BER-nee (n.) lit. "you bury me"; the hope that your lover or beloved will outlive you as to spare yourself the pain of living beyond that person.

Summary: In a world where one’s wrists spell the Last Words their Soulmates will ever speak to them, Hansol and Seungkwan are stuck in a loophole of almost forever but never there. Where Seungkwan wants to take the next step and Hansol fears everything. And Jisoo and Jeonghan are so madly in love that nothing seems to get in their way despit uncertainity looming large around them. And Soonyoung is stuck in an unhappy marriage after the death of his soulmate—his wrist mocking him of the love he has lost forever and one he is sure to loose again. Wonwoo on the other hand is slowly falling in love despite the fear of Soonyoung speaking the words he’s most afraid of.

Author's Note: I refer to Minghao as Myungho and Dokyeom as Seokmin in this fic so... yeah...

Wonwoo has never been a romantic, what with fate ruining his life with the constant reminder of his yet to be found soulmate. Whoever was writing his romantic destiny up there was surely a royal dick because who in their fucking mind would think that marking his wrists up eternally with a very popular, and honestly addictive pop song’s lyrics, was a good idea? Yeah, Wonwoo wasn’t really a big fan of this “God” person.

He sighs, turning down the radio volume as that bloody song blares through the speakers as he’s tying his tie, getting ready for office. It’s a cover sung by a bunch of teenagers and had it been any other song, Wonwoo would’ve called up the radio station and complimented the kids for their splendid rendition of the decade-old song. But as it happens to be the cursed song that laces his wrists, he’s really not that keen on complimenting, let alone acknowledging anyone. 

After all, every time he hears the song, every time his wrists shine, his stomach feels like it has spontaneously turned into a black hole that’s rapidly sucking him in.

“You do realise that I actually happen to like that song,” his husband mutters as he steps into the living room of their apartment. Cuffing his sleeves as, he too, prepares for his fifteen-minute drive to the office.

Wonwoo sighs, making room on the couch for his husband, as he continues putting on his shoes. “And you realise that I don’t want to constantly be reminded that my soulmate could be literally anyone who enjoys singing this song, and it might be the last time I ever hear them, right?”

Soonyoung, his husband, snorts and shakes his head as he mumbles, “nice to know you don’t have it narrowed down to your own husband.”

Sighing once again the Wonwoo bites his lips, picking up his briefcase from the coffee table. “I really don’t want to have this conversation with you, Soonyoung,” he mumbles, walking into the kitchen to pull out the grilled cheese sandwiches from the griller. He plates them with an orange juice on the counter, calling out to Soonyoung to “eat before you leave,” as he steps out of the apartment.

No ‘I love you’s’ are shared and no goodbye kisses happen. Soonyoung watches his husband close the door behind him without a second glance and he feels nothing.

                                                        ***

“Myungho, I just don’t think you understand how important marriage is to me,” Seokmin mumbles to his live-in boyfriend of three years, as they lie in each other’s embrace. He can see the frown starting to line his boyfriend’s eyes and he holds his hands tighter as if asking him to let him continue. “I know you’re scared something bad will happen when we say our vows, but it might not even happen, Babe.”

Myungho rolls his eyes, pulling away from the cuddled-up position he and Seokmin are in and stares into his boyfriend’s eyes as he points at the tiny, I do on his wrist. “Do you see this ‘I do’ on my wrist, Seokmin? Do you understand what this means for me and anyone I might be dumb enough to get married to?” Seokmin stares at the mocking words and gulps as he tries to search for a retort but comes back empty-handed. “My sister’s husband died the day he said ‘I love you’ to her before sending her off to work. A car crash, Seokmin. The last thing she heard her husband say was ‘I love you’ and she always knew it’d kill him.”

“That doesn’t mean—” Seokmin begins but is cut off when Myungho pushes him away and starts pulling up his pants, already irritated with the same old conversation.

“She lived every day regretting his words ever since,” Myungho growls, putting on his T-shirt as he starts walking away. “She always told me how guilty she felt for ever allowing her husband to say those words, even after knowing what would happen. Every time he said those words, every time they shone on her wrist, her heart would stop until the words stopped glowing! She says she didn’t think it would happen so soon. But now look at her.” He shakes his head, walking out the door as he mutters under his breath, “stuck in that asylum for life.”

Seokmin watches his lover walk away and he knows he can’t do anything but hurt at the man’s actions. But, no matter how much he hurts, Seokmin knows that he can’t blame Myungho for wanting to protect his love for all eternity. He looks at his own wrist and rubs at the place where once the same words that lace Myungho's wrist had been, remembering getting them covered up at the age of nineteen after watching his father’s breakdown at his mother’s death.

They were never soulmates and something inside his father had broken when he found his wife’s last words to him were not “remember to water the plants today, Taeshik”.

                                                       ***

It takes a special kind of skill to burn a tablecloth with nothing but one single matchstick, Jisoo realises, as he’s rubbing ice over his boyfriend’s finger. Shaking his head at the man, he asks him to keep the ice on his finger for a while and asks him to go back into their bedroom. The man had come out to make a sandwich—at four in the morning—and had burnt his fingers. Though, how that happened is a story Jisoo doesn’t wish to know.

He pulls out the ingredients for a simple chicken salad sandwich when his phone blares announcing a phone call. Rolling his eyes, he receives it, because only one person would call him up at four in the morning. His brother, Soonyoung.

“Just because it’s 7 pm back in Korea,” Jisoo begins, not even allowing Soonyoung on the other line to get a word in, “doesn’t mean you can call me at fucking 4 am, Kwon Soonyoung.”

The younger man snickers on the other end as he seems to shuffle in bed, Jisoo just knows he has probably a tonne of laundry lying on it. “I didn’t think you’d actually answer the call, Joshi.”

Jisoo snorts and pours some homemade mayonnaise in a bowl and pulls out the boiled chicken from the fridge as he explains, “Jeonghan, woke up in the middle of the night to make a sandwich and ended up burning the table cloth and his own hand in the process.

“It’s so creepy that you say this in such a ‘matter-of-fact’ manner,” Soonyoung mutters.

“Hey,” Jisoo shrugs, adding some seasoning into the mayo-chicken mix, “he’s super lazy and super clumsy and the sooner I accept this the better it’ll be for the both of us.”

Soonyoung giggles at his words and Jisoo takes pride in his feat. Sobering down a little when the man stops laughing and silence settles between them. “You okay, Hosh?” He mumbles into the receiver, walking back into his bedroom with the sandwiches in hand.

“Just feeling a little lonely,” Soonyoung mumbles. And Jisoo knows how vulnerable he must be feeling, seeing as he’s admitting to it.

“Where’s Wonwoo?” The man asks, settling down beside his boyfriend, pointing at the phone to make it clear that he shouldn’t speak. “Isn’t he home yet? It’s seven already, right?”

He hears Soonyoung sigh and plump his head on the pillow; he can almost feel Soonyoung’s loneliness digging holes into his own heart. “His office hasn’t let out yet,” Soonyoung tells him—voice tight. “He’ll leave in about an hour.”

Jisoo aches to comfort his brother somehow. To tell him that it’s just an hour. That Wonwoo will be home soon and that he should just wait it out a little. But he knows that Soonyoung’s loneliness has nothing to do with Wonwoo’s office timings. And that it has everything to do with the charred words on his wrist. The words that stopped shinning almost a year ago.

He finds himself unable to respond and it is Soonyoung who has to calm his thoughts as he mumbles “I… I think… I think Wonwoo’s home now, Jisoo. I’ll talk to you later.”

His brother cuts the call after that but Jisoo knows it’s not because his husband just came back home. He knows Wonwoo hasn’t come back yet because he never heard the doorbell ring on Soonyoung’s side. And against his better judgment, knowing well that nothing is going to change between the pair, Jisoo wishes happiness to both men.

He’s aware of the pain they’ve been through and nothing hurts more than his inability to help them.

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hi maddie <3 carat anon again. nothing to be sorry for. you had your reasons and i totally get that bcs I am busy myself currently and probably just my unhealthy relationship with tumblr is the only reason i am still daily on here (but therefore i lack of sleep).

I really like the lyrics of highlight and all my love atm but i am also a big sucker for all their bops. Any song that has an eletric guitar included I am probably in love with. Also really love happy ending, probably my fav out of an ode even tho the whole album is a chefs kiss (like every svt album)

About my bias: i saw this on another blog so I think I will do this too... I wont tell you yet bcs I am very curious what vibe I give off. Is it ok if I let you guess after Ive send you a few asks and tell you afterwards? I think that would be fun :) I guess yours is seokmin, right? I actually ticked off about 50% of the members for the bias ask in the form bcs I do have a bias but I love many other members almost equally.

Do you have a favourite subunit? Is it maybe the vocal line?

Do you like watching going seventeen? if yes what are your top3 episodes?

++ oh and i forgot. hope you getting through those stressful times. I am sending lots of strength and hope it will get better for you soon. Also hope you have a wonderful day/rest of the day/night!

hi love !! <333 naww thank u for being so understanding and considerate :-( im doing alright tho so don't worry about me ! a couple of busy, stressful days but nothing that cant be fixed w a good long nap hehe i hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself too <3

oooh happy ending is one of my favorites too ! i remember playing it on loop for days when it was released,,,, whatever drug svt puts in their jpn releases im hooked hdfhh speaking of electronic guitars !!!! run to you was one of the songs i considered listing in my top 5, the anime op vibes are impeccable,,, i feel like the hype for it kinda died down a bit but its such a gem still, truly an icon among icons <333

personally im not a big fan of darker bg concepts and "noise" music so i was a bit nervous when svt released hit pre-an ode,,, but the album itself turned out SO GOOD !! bop after bop after bop-- after a while even hit kinda grew on me HFHDS thats when i realized, when it comes to svt i really shouldnt worry about the music because they always deliver 😌😌

ticking off almost all the members is such a mood hfhdsh i really have to hand it to pledis, they have an amazing knack for talent scouting,,, isnt it crazy how they managed to find 13 unique boys who are all so talented and lovable in their own ways ? seriously.. but yea guessing your bias sounds like so much fun HFHDS lets do that <33 you already guessed mine correctly ^^ performance unit was actually my favorite unit when i first got into svt; i really love their brotherly dynamic and honestly dancers are just ??? so ??? cool ??? but then i kinda swayed to vocal unit hehe ;; (i promise its not because of dokyeom tho ... mostly 😳😳 i just love how playful they are together and like i said, im a slut for ballads so it was inevitable HFHDS) what about you?~

OFC <333 I LOVE GOSE !! i loved it when it was just behind the scenes stuff, and i still love it now that its more variety style ! my favorite episodes are the TTT's for sure and hm.. the don't lie's ? i actually missed a lot of this year's gose episodes because i was so busy w my internship and my bachelor's project,,,, i really need to catch up ;-; (and while im at it, i wanna rewatch the older episodes too <3) what are some of your favorites? ~ and since u wont tell me your bias yet, do u maybe wanna share how/when you got into svt? im really curious ^^

hope u have a lovely day, and again thank u for your kind words <3 sending u lots of positive vibes back mwah <3333

[mywonuderful]

Not So Cold-Hearted Pt.4

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

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“Can’t we just nibble on a snack or something? We haven’t eaten since the morning” Kira nags while swinging your arm, wanting your attention.

“Maybe if your stop watching Mukbangs, you’ll be able to pull through like the rest of us.” you let out a chuckle as she whines and runs into Remi’s room complaining about her hunger. Seventeen was currently on their last schedule of the day which was a performance for a charity. Screams of fans spreads around the stadium as they waved goodbye and left the stage.

“What better way to end the day with some free food.” Hoshi, the gannet sighs happily as his members changed out of their stage clothes.“I’m imagining a 5-star restaurant with a balcony view of the city.” Dino chimes in. “Or maybe a 5-star buffet where we can fill our stomachs to the fullest!” both of them started drooling over their imaginations. They went home and showered before waiting outside of Eunoia’s dorm as they got ready as well.

“Is everyone ready yet?” Yun Hee asks while everyone gets ready

“Seungcheol texted my saying that they’re waiting outside for us.” Remi comments as you all hum a ‘yes.’ You quickly slipped on something casual and comfy to wear and was about to put on your shoes when you quickly ran back into your room.

“Y/N! We’re going to head out first alright?” Nari shouts as she closes the door behind her. Taking off your glasses, you tried quickly putting on your contacts but failed. Cursing under you breath, you decided to forget about it and grabbed your purse and headed towards the door.

“There she is!” Jeonghan yells as you hastily walked out your dorm and lock the door. “We were almost about to leave without you!” embarrassed, you bowed your head as an apology.

“Sorry, I forgot to do something.” You mumbled as everyone started walking. Minghao looked behind to saw that you were alone before smiling and slowing his peace down to meet yours.

“Forget to wear contacts?” He asks as you looked at him surprised. “How’d you know?” You tilted your head, still taken back that he would notice

“You were squinting while walking down the steps. Plus you almost missed a step.” He tried hiding his laughter causing you to blush. The members ahead where in rowdily talking about the meal plan.

“So where’s this fine restaurant that you’re taking us?” Hoshi smiles widely as he places his hands behind his head. “Fine restaurant my ass, we can’t even afford it for ourselves.” Skye playfully nudges the back of his head as he falls forwards, trying to stop himself from falling.

“Wait... So we’re not going to a 5-start restaurant?” Dino slowly says as you and your members laugh, shaking your heads, making him and the boys frown in disappointment. “Don’t worry, we know how much of a gluttonous eaters you are but we’ll make sure you leave with your bellies full and satisfied.” Yun Hee jokes as she leads everyone  into a All-You-Can-Eat Grill House.

“This is the place I’ve been wanting to visit for the longest time. Since me and the girls came to an agreement that going to a regular restaurant wouldn’t be enough for all of us, going to a buffet will be better for everyone and our wallets” she smiles cheekily as you and your members cheer and praise her. Walking in, the aroma fills your nose as you try to hold back your smile. The host brought everyone into a private room where there was a endless table of meats and vegetables and grills for every 4 people. Everyone screams as they all quickly sat down, pushing you aside as you let out a laugh. Scanning around for a open spot you found one beside Dokyeom. He waves his hand over with a wide smile as you joyfully walk over and took a seat to realize that Wonwoo is seating directly in front. You can’t tell what his facial expression is saying aside from his usual cold look. When everyone was about to dig in, Seungcheol and Remi stands up.

“Today, we shall eat until the restaurant has no more food!” His voice booms as he hold up his glass of beer. “I hope my members and everyone will have a great time today. Don’t worry about money and just eat until our stomachs explode!” Remi joins in as everyone cheers, raising their glasses.“Tonight, lets make lots of memorable memories!” They clinked their glasses.

“To Seventeen and Eunoia!” Everyone cheers. You bowed your head before you started grilling when you heard a laugh coming from Dokyeom. You turn to look at him with confusion as he pats your head. “There’s no need to be so formal to us. We’re like a family anyways!” You can’t help but to smile at his words as you started grilling for the people you were sitting with; Dokyeom, Skye and Wonwoo. Once the meat was cooked, you started distributing it to everyone’s plate. “Thanks.” Wonwoo mumbled without looking as you gave him the meat. Seeing how everyone was chattering, laughter and having a great time made you feel at ease and relaxed as you forgot all your worries. You continued to grill the meat when Wonwoo picks up his tongs, grabbing some meat on the grill and putting it on your plate. “That’s for you guys-”

“Stop grilling and feed yourself. We can cook ourselves also. We’re not babies.” Wonwoo cuts you off as you looked at him blankly from what he just did. Slowly sitting back down, you started to eat as you chattered with everyone. Everyone started grilling on their own when Dokyeom tapped you on your shoulder. Turning your head, he held a lettuce wrap towards your mouth.

“Say ‘ah’ “ You shake your hands telling him you can make it yourself but he doesn’t budge as his hand approached closer towards you. Giving up, you opened your mouth as he fed your the lettuce wrap. After chewing a bit, the different flavors explodes along with textures as you smile and gave him a satisfied thumbs up. Skye pouts as she asked him to make her a wrap also as she gave the same delighted expression. “Hyung, you want one also?” Dokyeom asks. He nodded while Dokyeom looks for lettuce. “Y/N, there’s lettuce on your side, why don’t you make it for him?” He points to a bowl filled with lettuce. You choked on the piece of meat as you started coughing. Hitting your chest, Dokyeom laughs as he hands you your glass of beer. 

“You didn’t have to react that rudely like that. I am older than you anyways, so what he suggested was only right.” Wonwoo glances at you before focusing on the grill. Clenching your teeth, you held back your anger and muttered a ‘of course’ as you started assembling his wrap. You noticed that he was chatting with Skye so you sneakily stuffed in a huge piece of hot pepper, covering it up with meat before wrapping it up. “Here.” You stuck out your hand towards him as he scans it, giving you a suspicious look. “You eating it or not? My arm is getting tired.” he opens his mouth as you stuff the wrap into his mouth. “Is Wonwoo and Y/N finally getting along for once? This is a life-time chance you’ll see them interacting like this.” Jun points out as everyone focuses on you two. You sat back down, trying to maintain your expression as he bites into his wrap. You secretly took out your phone and started to record him. Luckily, he didn’t notice when seconds later, his emotionless face scrunches in pain as he starts fanning his mouth. Laughter fills the room as he sticks out his tongue. Tears started forming from your eyes from laughing as he wipes his sweat, shooting you a deadly glare.

“Are you out of your mind?!” He grumbles as he chugs his beer. “I only did what I was told.” You shrug your shoulders as you continued to eat. “You’re asking for a death wish right now, aren’t you?” He speaks in between his pants. “Nope, just some memorable memories.” You smile mischievously at him as he scoffs.  "Alright, alright, let's not get too worked out now." Dokyeom buds in before we start an argument. You remembered something as you quickly opened your bag and pulled out a instant camera.  You gathered everyone around to fit in the frame. 

"Okay, stay where you are, I can see everyone." You looked through the lenses, double checking. "Aren't you going to be in the picture too?" Nari asks as the rest joins in, nodding their heads. A waiter enters the room with more food as you asked him if he could help take the photo for us. You quickly looked around, trying to see if there's any empty spots for you to slip in. "Hurry, there's a empty spot in front of Wonwoo, just stand in front of him." Skye calls out as you nervously stand in front of him, feeling his icy glare looking down on you. "Say cheese!" The waiter says and takes the picture. "Wait, let's take a funny one also!" Hoshi suggests as the waiter nods, waiting for us to pose. Everyone started posing and making faces as you flustered on what to make. Not knowing what to do, you quickly formed a ‘peace’ sign with your hand when you felt someone’s arm on top of your head. The camera flashes before you turned back, narrowing your eyes at Wonwoo who was smirks at you.

“I love this! Everyone looks so cute!” Euna smiled as she took a look at the polaroid. Everyone gathered to take a look at the photo, pointing out the funny faces and poses each person made. “Well isn’t this surprising, for once Wonwoo and Y/N doesn’t look like they want to kill each other.” Vernon jokes while pointing at you and him in the pictures. You pushed through everyone to take a look at the picture of you and Wonwoo smiling happily in one of the polariods and in the funny one, you held up your hand in a ‘peace’ sign while Wonwoo’s elbow rested on top of your head, his chin on top of his palm slightly pouting towards the camera. “If people saw this without knowing their relationship, I bet you they’ll find it adorable.” Joshua says as the rest agreed, leaving Wonwoo and I falling silent. “Fans might even start shipping them together, who knows?” Jeonghan quickly said before imitating of fans cheering were heard. You started feeling your face heat up as you covered you cheeks with your hands. Looking around to see if anyone saw, you caught Wonwoo looking at you before he quickly looks away.

“Today was definitely a night to remember. It feels nice stepping away from the idol life sometimes and just feel like a normal person having a gathering friends.” Na On comments as we all left the restaurant together. The cool wind blows past you face as it sent chills down your spine, making you slightly shiver. As you continued to walk along with everyone else, you rubbed you shoulders, feeling bumps form as you mentally scold yourself for just wearing a T-shirt. Suddenly, you felt something warm wrapped around yourself.

“Forgot to bring your jacket?” You felt the warmness of Minghao’s body from his jacket as you snuggle in it, hiding your embarrassment. “Some things just never change about you.” you gave him a small pout. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” he added making the both of you laughing.

“C’mon you two love birds, the ice cream store is going to close soon!” Seungkwan yells from the entrance of store, waving his hand. In unison, you and Minghao both shushed him. You turned to look at him with a surprised expression as he does the same before breaking into a smile. You jogged into the store, catching Wonwoo staring at you and Minghao with an expression that wasn’t his usual blank cold stare. His stare was telling you something. But you just couldn’t tell what it was, as the rest of the night passes with a lively vibe with the thought of Wonwoo’s stare lingering in your mind.

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[hxxgxx]

Picking Up The Pieces - Chapter 38

Mingyu x Reader

Chapter 38

Warnings: mentions of blood

It was a long, silent ride to the hospital and Mingyu just held your hand as tight as he could as he watched the paramedics work on stabilizing you. The panic he was feeling stayed bottled inside, he had to keep it together until he knew you would be okay. He looked over you once again, taking in the blood soaked clothing that was being cut away by the paramedics, revealing the deep bruising all over your body. 

Everyone froze momentarily seeing the vast extent of the bruises, not one inch of regular coloured skin visible. The paramedics quickly exchanged a concerned look and glanced towards Mingyu who’s eyes were tracing over each bruise. 

“Stay calm, okay? We’ll fix her up, just breath,” one of them said, sensing the anger that was rising in your boyfriend. Mingyu looked up and nodded, wincing as he saw your body jolt under the touch of the medic. 

“Please save her....she’s all I’ve got,” he pleaded, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Just then the ambulance pulled into the hospital and a flurry of camera flashes erupted as soon as the doors were opened, stunning the medics. They quickly covered you with a blanket and rushed inside, Mingyu never letting go of your hand, ignoring the bombardment of questions from the reporters. 

Once inside, the medics quickly ushered you into the emergency room and Mingyu finally had to let go.

“We’ll come right back once the doctor gives us an update, just wait here,” a medic said over his shoulder as the doors to the emergency room shut behind him. Flashes surrounded Mingyu as hospital security tried their best to push reporters away from the door. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in your blood and began to tremble. Mingyu could feel himself crumbling and sank to the floor. 

The rest of the boys were racing to the hospital and pushed through the crowd, ignoring all of the flashes. They could see Mingyu slumped on the floor and pushed forward, needing to comfort their brother. 

“How did they find out?” Hoshi yelled, pushing a reporter away from his face.

Finally, they broke free and got into the hospital, slowing as they got closer to Mingyu. They gingerly walked towards him, noticing his trembling, blood-soaked hands. 

“Mingyu, she’ll be okay,” Seungcheol whispered gently, sitting down beside him. 

Mingyu couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to sob uncontrollably. Seungcheol quickly pulled him in for a hug, trying his best to comfort him. The boys’ hearts all breaking seeing how hurt and worried Mingyu was. 

Seungkwan and Vernon were doing their best to hold back their tears, but you were one of their best friends. They knew how much you meant to Mingyu and how much he was hurting, but they were in just as much pain. Soon they sat down beside Mingyu, soft sobs coming from each of them. 

“Seungcheol, can I talk to you,” their manager said as he arrived. Seungcheol nodded and got up quietly, Wonwoo taking his place pulling Mingyu into a tight hug. 

Jihoon sat down in a chair, looking out towards the flashing lights outside the hospital. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “How did they know where we’d be? How did they find out!?”

“Can’t they just have an ounce of respect...someone is hurt and all they care about is getting their damn pictures...” Minghao said angrily. 

Joshua had been silent, scrolling through his phone. “They’re already writing articles...” he said quietly.

That was the final straw for Jeonghan. He couldn’t believe that they were being so insensitive and he stormed towards the doors. When they opened he yelled, causing everyone to stop and look at him.

“STOP IT! Our friend is hurt and fighting for her life and all you care about is your damn pictures! How could you be so heartless!?! Think about if this was your friend, your sister, your family member! Would you want someone shoving a camera in your face as you are hurting! GIVE US SOME FUCKING PRIVACY!”

Silence fell across the crowd of reporters and Jeonghan stormed back inside, but not a single flash went off. The boys watched, wide-eyed as he walked back in, the strong act crumbling with each step he took before he collapsed into a chair crying. 

Dino wiped his own tears away and quickly sat down beside his friend. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. That was amazing. Shhhhh shhhh,” he whispered, trying to comfort Jeonghan. 

Silence fell and the only sounds that were heard were soft sobs coming from the boys. Seungcheol and their manager returned and Jihoon, who was trying to keep himself together, got up to talk to them. 

“What do we do now?” he questioned.

“Well...Jeonghan’s outburst has already made its way online, but the fans are supporting him and calling the reports disgusting. The company has already put out a statement explaining the situation and is asking for privacy. You’re schedules for the next while are all cancelled. They realise how hard this is for all of you and don’t want to force you to keep going. The fans were already asking for that and trending it as soon as the first picture of the ambulance hit the internet.”

Jihoon nodded, not being able to really say anything more. He returned to his seat with Seungcheol following and the waiting game began. 

It had been hours and the boys had had no update on your condition. Dino had fallen asleep using Jeonghan’s lap as a pillow and Mingyu had blocked everyone out, sitting like a shell on the floor. Seungkwan was pacing around worriedly, while Vernon just sat with his head in his hands. Dokyeom and Jun had mustered up the energy to go and get food for everyone. Wonwoo still sat right beside Mingyu, arm around his shoulder for support, but said nothing. Hoshi kept talking to himself, panicking and Minghao was trying to calm him down. Jihoon and Seungcheol kept monitoring the internet alongside their manager, making sure that nothing was being spread that shouldn’t be. Joshua had been tasked with calling your family and had spent hours on the phone with your mom, promising to update her as soon as they knew anything. Each of the boy’s was doing their best to keep it together in their own ways, but all of them couldn’t help but worry. 

After six hours of sitting and waiting, a doctor finally emerged and the boys all jumped up with pleading eyes, waiting for an update. 

The doctor sighed taking in the looks of worry on each of the boys’ faces. “I assume you are here for Miss Y/n?”

“H...how...is she?” Mingyu stuttered, fear filling his voice. 

“She’s finally stable. However, she has lost a lot of blood and had extensive internal and external damage. Externally, Y/n had numerous broken bones including ribs, collar bone as well as fractured bones in her face. Internally, there was a lot of damage. Due to abdominal trauma, Y/n has a ruptured spleen and required surgery to repair it. She also suffered from a punctured lung due to the broken rib. We were able to repair these injuries, but she will have a long road to recovery. I have to be honest and say that the extent of her injuries are vast. She is very lucky she was rescued when she was as I do not know how much longer she could have continued on.”

“Can...we see her?” Wonwoo questioned.

“At the moment she is in a medically induced coma to help her recoup from the initial surgery and is unconscious. I am only allowed to let relatives in to visit her,” the doctor replied. 

Mingyu spoke up, “She does not have blood relatives here. We are her family....please sir...”

The doctor looked around before Joshua added, “She’s from America sir, her mother is on her way to the airport, but won’t be here for another 24 hours. She can’t be alone, can perhaps a few of us sit with her...so she’s not alone?”

“Only 3 people may go in, okay?”

“Thank you....thank you so much,” Vernon replied. 

“She’s currently in the ICU, room 4,” the doctor said. “She’s got a long road ahead, but she’s a fighter...stay strong for her, okay?”

“Yes sir, thank you,” Seungcheol said as Mingyu was already making his way to the elevators.

Seungkwan and Vernon quickly following behind them. 

“Just let them go,” their manager said as a few of the boys began to follow. “Those three are the closest with Y/n...you will all get a chance to see her, but let them go for now...”

There was a big sigh of relief that washed over the remaining members, knowing that you were going to be okay was enough. 

“I’ve booked out guest suites in the hotel across the road...why don’t you all go get some rest? I’ve had a call from the police and tomorrow they will want to get a statement from all of you about the situation, okay?”

Nodding the ten boys, tiredly dragged themselves over to the hotel. The remaining group of reporters watching, but not documenting. Jihoon was stopped by a little girl who tugged on his sweater. Her eyes wide as he knelt down beside her. The rest of the boys stopped and watched curiously.

“Is your friend okay?” she asked quietly. Jihoon smiled tiredly at her and nodded, causing her eyes to light up. “That makes me happy. I made her a card to hope she feels better, can you give it to her?”

Jihoon looked down at the card the little girl held out for him, raising his eyes to find her mother, who looked at him kindly. 

“Thank you sweetheart. I will make sure she gets this, it will make her feel much better.” 

“Thank you,” she squealed as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug. Jihoon was shocked at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around the little girl, finally feeling more at peace after the chaos of the day. 

Once again he whispered a quiet thank-you to her and she ran back to her mother waiting. The boys were all speechless and each took a turn looking at the card from the little girl. 

“She’s going to be okay,” they all thought and made their way inside the hotel. 

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[adorablehoshi]

Hello I’m new to seventeen and I want to know if you can describe the members to me with names

Sorry mylovely new carat! I made you wait! All I write here is the way I see the boysor would describe them, I hope it will help you somehow ;) I will also add agif for each member

I put itunder a cut as it will be long

Seungcheol (Stagename: S.Coups): Leader of Seventeen and the dad of the group! Has a great sense of humour and his laugh is everything! Gummy smile *///* He is not only handsome like crazy and has beautiful long eyelashes, he is also a killer when he raps. Loses his chill when on stage. Really, he does! I can search for a video to proof it to you if you want ;) Can also sing! I die for his singing voice (die over his voice anyways even if he only talks). The way he looks at the members and carats is just wonderful! the softness in his gaze, the love. He has so much love to give!! Often has cherry lips… really kissable

Jeonghan: the mum ofthe group! Seriously he has so much love for everyone! A real angel… and devil!Loves to cheat in everything. Like really, he always cheats. By now I thinkeven the staff gave up on stopping him. They just see him and think ‘lol therehe goes again’ and just let him get through with it. Way too beautiful tohandle! You will find yourself starring at him wondering if he is actuallyreal. Is a fool tho. Really funny too! HIS GIGGLE IS THE CUTEST SHIT IN THEWORLD! I HAVE PROOF!  Has floppy hands!idk if it's just me but I love his floppy hands. they always move or are justhold up funnily (look at the gif) Voice that melts your heart.

Joshua: Mr. Gentleman! No joke he really is a gentle man! A voice like honey! lips of soft sin! Another one that looks so beautiful you will question if he really is real. Secretly hilarious af! called Shua often. I call him that too. ARMS! Used to be a noodle but not anymore. Out to kill his stans. Has such a good heart, he deserves the world!! Was born in LA so he speaks perfect english!

Junhui (Stagename: Jun): This cutieis from China! I seriously don’t understand what's going on in his brain, but Ilove him xD A real life kitten! Really, he cute and playful and you just wantto pat his head and tell him that he is doing well. Amazing dancer! Can domaterial arts and wow it's amazing! Check out ‘my I’ to see a bit of the gloryof using it for dancing. Also check it out cause its stunning to watch anyways!Its gold! I think he has a special voice, really nice to the ear. Also, I lovehis nose… don’t ask why but it's cute

Soonyoung (Stagename: Hoshi): as you canguess he is my bias and I love him to no end! I try to keep this calm and short(calm down Angi). Hoshi is leader of the performance unit and choreographer ofsvt. King of dancing! Master of stage presence! Is he on stage, he owns it! Differenton and off stage. A cute and funny fool off stage. Together with boo and dk he'sthe gag trio booseoksoon! His laugh is beautiful! It makes the world a betterplace. Can not only dance amazingly but also has a voice from heaven…. but hekinda shy with it! Round and adorable face but don’t call him hamster pls, hewants to be a tiger♡ and now I stop

Wonwoo: Nerd! Heloves books and newly also to work out and killing his fans like Shua does.Nose crunches together when he laughs uwu! Another kitten! Also watch him playwith a kitty, you will fall in love! His voice…wow. He is a different person onstage too like Hoshi! He is not there to joke, he out for blood! No really hisrapping is just killerish! WATCH HIS JOKER PERFORMANCE! Toll smoll! Idk how hemanages to look so smoll sometimes when he is a tower in reality. Funny guythat deserves so much love and appreciation.

 Jihoon (Stagename: Woozi):Thegenius!! Produces all songs of svt and idk if there is anything in the worldthat he actually can’t do! Creates music, dances, sings, gives love to the fansand members, is a whole man to fall in love with. Tiny! Mr. I don’t like skinship but is actually a koala. Woozi is the 3 leader of svt (Vocal unit). Checkout his solos! Simple and What kind of future are some of the best songs I everheard in my life! Tell me if you need links to the vids of the songs. I feellike he starts to open up more and more and I am so happy that he smiles sofreely lately.

Seokmin (Stagename: Dk/Dokyeom): Maybe thehuman being with the biggest heart in the world! Soft and so full of love!Deserves hugs all day long! Pls appreciate his voice cause it's just toobeautiful! Is always so hard on himself. KING ARTHUR! He played him in amusical! A true king! Is with Hoshi and boo in the gag trio and is also theleader of them (leader of booseoksoon). Big nose that I love so much! Morebeautiful that you can handle! Just look at him for a while and you will fallhead over heels. NOISY AND HAS NO SHAME! What's an image? He doesn’t care andis just funny. I think he loves to make ppls smile. 

Mingyu: A tall afPuppy! Cute lil fangs! Looks like an absolute Model, is the clumsiest of thegroup. Tho he really really handsome, he also has amazing derp faces. Pls Mingyuyou the visual!!! jk pls derp as much as you want. BOYFRIEND TM! No matter ifhe raps or sings, you will die anyways. His Vlives are gold as he is mostlyeating and being clumsy. Adorable human I tell you!!! His shoulders aredelicious. Wide and nice. Wants to be loved! Pls love him lots. Was MC for Inkiand did such a good job there.

Minghao (Stagename: The8): Walkingart! He is not only good with fashion but seriously also with art! Does createart and takes great photos! Dances like it's nothing. As said before, check outMy I! Fully talented boy! Voice so soft you will fall deeply. Meme boy! Sassyaf! Doesn’t have anyone's shit and calls them out if they f*ck up. Expensive!Model!hao !!!! Is actually really soft and has lots and lots of love to give.Is the second Chinese member. His mum and him are too adorable together and heloves her so much it's the sweetest.

Seungkwan: My littleboobear! (His name is Boo Seungkwan) Maybe the funniest and cutest out of thewhole group (fight me I love my boo). His voice is from another world! Doyourself smth good and go to listen to him and Hongki singing ‘Wind’! Again,tell me if you need the link! His voice is just perfection! Loud and shamelessmember of gag trio (booseoksoon). Seungkwan never fails to make the otherslaugh but it also makes him to a great victim. Has a bitchface like no oneelse. I love it! Can do girl group dances better than anyone. Variety king! Heis amazing on every show he appears on! Walking song lexicon (watch theunexpected q to find out what I mean). Smiles so bright the world becomesbrighter. Soft hearted. Love him pls! Secretly a dancing/rap king but psst!

Hansol/Vernon (Stagename: Vernon): Was born inNew York but he feels more like a Korean! The real Meme king. King of reaction!Nothing funnier than his overreactions. Has now shame to show an ugly face. Ishandsome anyways. Has with Seungcheol the most beautiful eyelashes in svt. Hebeautiful anyways. Loses his chill on stage. Rules the stage when they perform‘un haeng il chi’! Check it out if you want to do yourself something good! THATMOVE FROM FEAR! Too sexy…. angi.exe stopped working

Chan (Stagename: Dino): Future ofKpop! Can everything! Really everything! Is on stage to kill! His face whileperforming is a sin! Dances like he's on fire! But he baby! Love him! nuguaegi? Jeonghans! The others love to tease him. Pouts cuter than any girl can.His laugh is adorable too! Danceology! Watch them if you have time. It's worthit! His voice is a blessing. Both while rapping and singing. Another love needyone! Can dance every girl group dance in Michael Jackson style. Ask if you wantvideos XD has really pretty eyes!!!!!

so, I guessthat's it! Idk if this is how you wanted it but it's what I did lol! feel freeto hit me up whenever you need help or want to know smth or just want to talkabout them ;)

[luving-hanni]

Seventeen’s reaction to their s/o giving birth while they’re on tour

The style is a bit different for this one. I went for mini-scenarios instead of the usual way I do reactions. There are about 200-250 words for each member. It took me forever but I’m quite proud of it. Please to any of our followers who reads this, give me feedback (I really want to know which format you prefer (>.<)).      -Admin Jyan

S.coups: It was just before the concert that his phone rang. Seeing your name on the screen, he immediately pressed the green button, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Y/n? How are you baby?" He asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine Cheolie, I just got to the hospital" you smiled at what you were about to say. "The baby's coming"

Seungcheol was anxious, and he felt bad for not being with you. He almost needed to be reassured more than you did. He was a bit absent during the concert that day, not able to think about anything but you. When it ended, the first thing he did was check his phone. And his heart melted when he saw the picture you had sent him: you were lying down on your back, and on your chest was your daughter.

 Jeonghan: He knew it would happen soon, he only hoped he would be home before. He was sound asleep in his bed in the hotel room he shared with Seokmin when his ringtone woke him up. He took the call, still half asleep.

“Hey babe… What’s up…?” he got up slowly before leaving the room silently.

“I think it’s coming. The baby.” your voice was almost inaudible, and Jeonghan immediately understood you were scared.

“Now? Are you with your mom? Are you already in the hospital?”

“We’re on the way” you said, almost whispering. “I’m scared Hanni, what if someone goes wrong?” your voice trembled again.

“Nothing will go wrong baby. You’re strong, and you’ll be with the best doctors.” He bit his lower lip, he was worried too. “We’re coming back tomorrow, that little bean couldn’t have waited just one more day huh?” He joked, trying to help your relax. You laughed softly and he continued. “He must be in a hurry to finally see how stunning his mom is, I can’t be mad.” You laughed again.

“And how amazing his daddy is” You smiled. “Can we stay on the phone?”

“For as long as you wish baby” he said, sitting on the ground of the hotel’s corridor.

Joshua: He felt terrible for not being with you, but he knew he couldn’t be absent for the tour, the others needed him. He was even more worried that he knew you would need a c-section. He tried to focus on his work as much as possible, especially on stage, and when he sang for the fans he could almost forget it.

The concert had reached its end and he went backstage with the members, exhausted but happy. His mood dropped when he saw he had 6 missed calls from you. He didn’t even take the time to listen to your voicemail, calling you back immediately. He was frantic, fearing something had happened to you. When you answered the call he immediately started firing you with questions.

“Darling are you alright? Did something happen? I saw you called me but I was on stage” You laughed softly at his worried tone.

“Yes, something happened, but it’s the best thing.” You smiled and turned on the camera on your phone, showing Joshua the newborn lying on your chest. He didn’t say anything for a minute, tears started rolling down his cheeks and he smiled.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here… She’s so beautiful…”

 Junhui: You had always wanted to adopt a child, and you were finally going to. Unfortunately Jun was on tour the day you had to pick the child up at the orphanage, and you would have to go alone. When he woke up that morning, the first thing he did was to call you. It was only 8 where he was, but already 2 p.m in Korea. You picked up.

“Hey angel” Jun said “How are you? Did everything go well?” he asked

“It went very well, but didn’t you see my text?”

“You sent me something? Sorry, I was in such a hurry to call you I didn’t check.” You laughed softly.

“It’s alright, I’ll show you right now then” You turned on the camera, filming the toddler sitting on the floor next to you. “Dohyeon, come here sweetie” The little boy got on his feet, walking towards you. You made him sit on you’re lap, showing him the screen of your phone where Junhui appeared. “Look, it’s your dad. Can you say hi?” He looked a bit confused, which made Jun laugh a bit before waving at the camera.

 Hoshi: You had entered the hospital this morning around 11, the concert was starting in only an hour and you still weren’t out. Soonyoung’s mom was there with you and your family, and she kept him updated. He was starting to get worried, wondering if something was happening. His phone started buzzing in his pocket as his hair was being done. Seeing your name, he picked up in a rush.

“Y/n?” you could ear the rush in his voice.

“It’s me honey” you simply said. You sounded exhausted, and it only added to Soonyoung’s worry.

“Are you alright? Is the baby here?” You smiled.

“Yes, it just took long. The baby’s right here, do you want to see?”

“Oh thank god you’re both okay” He sighed in relief. “Is it a boy or a girl??” He looked at the screen of his phone as you turned on the camera, showing him the newborn sleeping in the crib.

“It’s a girl, and she has your eyes” You smiled and Soonyoung couldn’t hide how happy he was.

The two of you stayed on the phone until the show began, and the first thing Hoshi did on stage was announce he was officially a father.

 Wonwoo: No matter how calm he Wonu usually looked, ever since he had left for the tour, it was obvious he was worried. The baby was due in a few days, but he couldn’t be absent for the tour. When his phone rang that morning, it was almost as if he knew what was happening before even picking up.

“Woo?” your voice called through the phone.

“Hi love. It’s time?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I’m leaving the house just now, my water broke” you said, and Wonwoo could hear something wasn’t right.

“I’m sorry love… I know you wanted me to be there… I wish I could be with you too” he wasn’t very god at expressing his emotions, but sadness peaked in his voice. You were about to answer when he added. “I’ll take the first plane today and come back home”

“What? But the concerts, you can’t just leave like this…”

“I can for you” His voice was soft and low, and you smiled, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Thank you…”

 Woozi: The boys were practicing all together for the next concert tomorrow. The previous one had been only 3 days ago, but they wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The vocal team was rehearsing for one of their songs when the manager came in.

“Jihoon, I have someone on the phone for you” he simply said, handing his phone to the younger man.

“Sorry guys. Keep going without me, I’ll be right back” he said before putting his mic down and reaching for the phone. He left the room. “Hello?”

“Hoonie, it’s me, you weren’t answering your phone, so I called on this number”

“Y/n? What’s going on baby?” he asked as he sat on a bench in the corridor.

“It’s the baby… I went to the doctor because I was having a lot of contractions and… They said I’m about to give birth”

“What? But there are still 5 weeks left, what’s happening?” he furrowed his brows, growing anxious.

“The baby’s coming early, they said he’s alright, we’ll just have to stay longer in the hospital” you said.

“This is really happening at the worst moment possible… I’m sorry babe, I’ll join you as soon as I can. Be strong okay?” You smiled at his words, he visibly needed more reassurance than you did.

“Don’t worry Hoonie, we’ll wait for you”

 The8: Ever since you had known you were pregnant, Minghao had started reading a lot of books about it, so he was prepared for the arrival of the baby. What he hadn’t planned though, was that it would happen while he was away. You had talked about it for a long time, and no matter how sad you were that he couldn’t be with you for such an important even, you understood.

Your mother had called him the last evening, it was almost 3 a.m now and he still had no news. Just when he was about to call you, he received a text from her, a picture was attached, showing you on the hospital bed, a newborn on your chest. He smiled at the picture and immediately called you.

“Hi Hao” you said, smiling.

“Darling, are you alright? What about the baby?” he asked quickly and you laughed softly.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, I’m tired” you smiled again, you did sound exhausted. “We’re both alright, just in need of sleep. Our baby girl is very healthy” Minghao couldn’t stop himself from laughing, he was so happy tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“Darling, it’s wonderful”

 Mingyu: The first pregnancy is stressful, but Mingyu was almost more stressed than you. Every time you started hurting, he’d call the doctor to make sure it was normal. You found it adorable, you loved how he wanted to make sure the baby and you weren’t missing anything. As the delivery approached though, it had become a bit of a problem, as you needed reassurance too. He was doing his best not to worry too much while still being very attentive to your every need. He was so sad when he had to leave for the tour it almost broke your heart.

When the day came and your water broke, he was so anxious he couldn’t keep still. He called you as much as he could, wanting to know if everything was going well. It went to the point where the boys decided to send him back to Korea. He couldn’t hide how happy he was when he heard the news, and he called you immediately.

“Honey! I’m coming back today, I’ll be here tonight!” he exclaimed.

“Oh my god Gyu I’m so happy” you smiled.

“Please tell the baby to wait until I get there” he said in a pleading voice.

“It’s not something I can control honey.” You laughed a bit “But I’ll try”

 Dokyeom: His phone rang while he was having lunch. Seeing you were the one calling, he excused himself and went outside to answer.

“Baby, hey, are you alright?” he asked.

“I am, I’m at the hospital right now.” You paused, smiling. “The baby’s coming”

Seokmin’s eyes went O.O and he started smiling. “Really?? Oh my god y/n it’s amazing!” He exclaimed before taking a more serious tone. “Are you alright? Is everything going well?”

“It is, don’t worry. I can see his heart beat on the screen. I’m so happy honey, we’re finally going to meet our baby” You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Me too, I can’t wait. I wish I could have been here…” he sounded a bit sad.

“It’s alright, I know you couldn’t. I’ll be strong, and that way I’ll have the baby for myself for a bit” You smiled and he laughed as an answer.

 Seungkwan: He LOVES kids, so ever since you had announced you were pregnant, he was overjoyed. He was almost more disappointed than you that he wouldn’t be able to be with you when the baby would come.

You chad called him before the concert had started to tell him you were on your way to the hospital, and he hadn’t been able to concentrate well ever since. So when he came back backstage before the encore and heard his phone ring, he jumped to answer it.

“Y/n, finally! How are you? Did it go well?” he almost screamed.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake up our little angel” you said, and it was enough to make him calm down instantly. You turned on your camera to show him the baby nursing on your chest and he lost his words. He looked at the newborn for a minute as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“She’s so beautiful… She looks just like you” he said, smiling as he wiped away the tears from his eyes.

You talked for a bit before he had to go back on stage. And when he was there, he gave it all he had.

 Vernon: He was in the shower when his phone started ringing.

“Joshua, can you answer for me?” he yelled from the bathroom. His roommate complied and picked up.

“Oh, y/n, hi” he said. Vernon listened carefully as he dried himself rapidly. He went back to the room where Joshua was, and he understood what was going on just by the look on his face. His roommate gave him his phone right away.

“Y/n baby, are you alright?”

“I’m fine honey, don’t worry. I just got to the hospital and they checked the baby’s vitals” you answered, you had managed to remain quite calm.

“Oh my god… Is it really happening? Like right now?”

You laughed at his question. “It is, we’re having our baby”

“God I’m so happy y/n, you have no idea” he said before sitting on the bed.

“Me too honey”

Dino: Chan had been unable to sleep tonight. He knew you were in the hospital and you’d get induced in only a few hours, and he couldn’t help but think about you. He felt really bad for not being with you, and no matter how you tried to reassure him, he didn’t seem to feel better. 

He checked the clock next to his bed. 7:33 a.m. It was early, but he needed to talk to you, to hear your voice and to tell you once again how sorry he was. He sat in bed, taking his phone from the bedside table and pressing the call button next to your name in the contact list. It rang a few times before you picked up.

“Chanie?” you sounded sleepy.

“Hey angel, I’m sorry if I woke you up. I just really wanted to talk...” he said in a breath.

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyways. What is it?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay... I’m worried for you, and I feel bad for being away on such an important day”

You smiled softly at his words. “I know you do, but it’ll be alright, I promise. Everything will go well, I’m with the best doctors.”

“Hm... Can we stay on the phone for a bit?”