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ikonislife · 2 years

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Soulmate 3.

- OT7 x Reader

- It’s not all honey and sunshine in the world where soulmates are something of God given will. Will the boys be strong enough to get through the day with their better half or will the relationship will tarnish with the tick of the clock.

-Fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, soulmate!iKon

-Chapter 1: Chanwoo - The Boy with the Baseball Glove

-Chapter 2: Hanbin - The Boy in the Red Flannel

-Chapter 3: Yunhyeong - The Boy in the Chef Apron

-Chapter 4: Bobby - The Boy with the Golden Smile

“Have you ever consider that you might be my soulmate, Y/n?”

You should’ve been flipping table, throwing a fit, destroying your little apartment at the nonchalantness of his question... At the existent of that very question. Yet here you lay, eyes still glue on the white noises spewing from your TV, not even batting an eye at those words. Not to say that it never did... Just, when you had heard that same question falling from the cherry soft lips of your handsome prince of a best friend thousands of times over, somehow, even as magical as Song Yunhyeong is, it had lost its power.

Face it, the topic of soulmate in this day and age, although no longer what it once was, still very much something that could strike the heart of the toughest guys and color rosy every girl’s cheeks.

“No, not really, never cross my mind.”

For any onlooker, that respond was formed almost absentmindedly, a bit too heartless even. However, taken in the dynamic of your relationship with Yunhyeong, it’s anything but. You’d without a shadow of a doubt, unashamedly admit that countless time before you’ve considered it, soulmate, just the simple uttering of the word already sending shiver down your spine... Of course you’ve considered it.

So then why the sarcastic answer? That question itself nearly as loaded as the one he had asked, the kind of question that had been mulled over for so many moon it had began taking root, twisting and winding its grasp around your heart until it was unbearable to even look at him. Because it’s a question too hard to swallow, and so deep that the only respond you could utter without dredging up physical matters of the heart is sarcasm.

For one, you’ve lost count of just how many time Yunhyeong had brought up that very concern. Any sign, need not be one out of the ordinary, just any old sign of your mundane life could be the sign. Grabbing for the glass of water at the same time? Soulmate. Blurting out the same order at a new restaurant for your monthly food adventure? Soulmate. Even getting up to go to the damn restroom at the same time could be a sign for him.

“No shit, Song Yunhyeong, you only mention it like every other second.”

“I know, but have you really consider it though? You as my soulmate?” His sweet voice rings out once more, fighting against the bubbling and clanking of pots in your tiny kitchen.

“I mean...” You pause letting the thought once again steeps your brain in its fairytale liked nature, pausing a bit too long for just how pragmatic and casual you had remained at the sensitive subject. “How much considering can I do when the symptom aren’t there.” You say as your heart clenches with every word your lips utter, why can’t he see that you’ve considered it, dreamt it, wished upon the star it. None of that matter if the cosmic is against you and him, against your heart intertwining in a dance of that searing pain of heartbeat syncing then the beautiful breathtaking moments to follow. The universe is as conniving as it is heartless having your heart’s desire reminding you times and times again of what you can’t have.

You could almost see his heart drops and a frown beginning to form under that dulling smile of his as a soft defeated “you’re right” tumbles from those kissable lips. No matter how hard Yunhyeong tried to hide the disappointment threatening to vomit from the deep corners of his heart and soul with that brilliant smile of his, it’d always be obvious to you because well, you feel the same way.

There’s no denying the physical attractiveness your best friend possesses that quite honestly stole your breath on so many occasions, down right had you staring now and then in the most random moments of life. Not to mention, the chemistry between the two of you could fools stranger into believing you were meant for each other, left people closest to you both wondering how it could even be possible for your hearts not to belong to one another.

It’s not as if you hated when he brings up this topic, quite opposite actually, you love it with every bits of your soul. The idea of having the boyfriend of all boyfriends being the person to have and to hold for the rest of your life, who in their right mind wouldn’t want that. You love Yunhyeong, no doubt about that, long fallen for the caring man and all of his quirkiness sometimes borderline cringy... Long before the fame and success.

You’ve even considered just saying yes, to end both yours and his suffering with one simple word, falling into each other arms and get lost in the moment but you love him too much for that, to rob him of his one true love. What’s more, you love yourself too much to bear the thought of maybe a year, a month, or even a day into this fantasy relationship, his soulmate could be strolling down the street to put an end to all this nonsense. That’s not a pain you want to nor did you think to be able to survive. Alas, this is not a world where two people frivolously fall in love and ride off into the sunset without a care for anyone else but themselves. This is a world where everybody is bound by their destiny no matter how much one detest the outcome. If only the soulmate drug works on ordinary matter of the heart also.

To have him in that moment, to lose yourself in him in that one second is enough for you to be happy for the rest of the days. You love the way he makes you feel as though you’re the most special person in the world, how his smile perks up the moment you step into the room even if he had been dying on the floor from being yelled at by Hanbin for not getting the choreograph right the 10th time that night. It’s comical, stupid even that you’re denying yourself happiness because of some stupid old tradition that meant to ensure the survival of the human race. Aren’t the Earth overpopulated anyways, can the divine stop playing with people’s hearts like sex toys. Life must have a great sense of humor because it had presented you the perfect human being yet all you will ever be allow to call him is best friend.

A quick wipe of his hands on the white apron so snugly tied around his waist, accentuating his fitted figure a bit too well, Yunhyeong returns his attention to the bubbling pot on the stove, delectable scent permeate through your tiny apartment that was much too peasant-liked to fit his prince image. It was your weekly dinner and as always, Yunhyeong has a recipe or two up his sleeves that he’d like to experiment on you before serving it up to the boys. Although by now, there’s an inkling within your heart that the truth is far from that. Since when has the iKon boys really care what their chef make, they weren’t picky enough of eaters for Yunhyeong to be going through such great length. If anything, they’d love it even more if he experiment more with food at home.

Sauntering into the boiling hot kitchen, you did your best to peek from the side of the tall man blocking nearly the whole width of your small stove, slaving away with two pots and a few mixing bowls all at once.

“Yunhyeong, you know we can just do take out, right? You don’t need to work so hard every week cooking for me.”

“Shh, you eat take out too much. Eat some real food for once, plus, I need to practice making these dishes anyways.”

You smile but deep within a sadness lurking about of a future where these weekly “date” will ceased to exist the moment his soulmate comes into play. Cease to exist too will be the flirty banter and carefree playfulness in your words to each other, you will no longer be the only girl he could confide in and snuggle close till you both fall asleep from talking till morning comes. Of course all you want is for him to be happy but you couldn’t help the small part of yourself that want to keep Yunhyeong, to be able to be selfish when it comes to him. You won’t be able to love him any longer and you’re not quite sure how to deal with that, not quite yet. You know Yunhyeong won’t abandon you but the thought of never being anything more than his best friend, it hurts.

Lost in a world without Yunhyeong, you carelessly pick up the boiling kettle steaming away and shouting by the stout oblivious to Yunhyeong screams of warning. The pain scorching your skin not nearly as intense as the pain still lingering in your heart from the hypothetical world and it wasn’t until far too late that you had let go, clanking of the kettle along with the splashing of scalding hot water sear deep into your arms. The pain slowly sinking in, body curling up to cope with the unbearable pain but the frightful scream stolen from your throat, in place of it, a muted gasping of air. Yunhyeong dives to catch you in his arms, your names tumbling from his lips like prayers, wishing it had been him at the receiving end of the caustic boiling liquid.

Mind blank and pain unbearable, seemingly all the functioning braincell you’ve managed to control poured into one thing, tears. Tears overflowing like a broken dam blurring away the panic on his face. Your hands clutching desperately, body pressing tightly against his as if Yunhyeong is your last lifeline in the middle of a category 5 storm.

The how and when seemingly escaped your mind as the next second your frantic mind had gotten a grasp on reality, you were already in a room with blinding lights, kind smiles of the nurse tending to your redden arms sooth just a bit of pain away. Yunhyeong not far behind, feet could barely stay still as he did his best to be out of the way of the nurse. Yet you know, the worry in his eyes, the way he’s balling up the seam of his shirt convey the weight upon his shoulders. No sooner than the nurse had given the poor boy the go head, he flies straight to your side, unsure if it should be a mountain worth of scolding for your carelessness or intense cries of hurt to be first to leave his mouth.

“Yunhyeong, I am literally fine. Cease your worrying!” you chuckle, doing your best to ease the tension off his trembling body but you know that was futile.

“Y/n, be for real right now. Do you know I almost had a heart attack?? How could you be laughing right now?” He gripes, hands already grab your bandaged one with the most delicateness as if it was made out of snowflakes.

“I am serious. I am okay Yunhyeong.” You muttered, although uncertainties ravage your brain. The searing pain in your chest was as real as the first moment you had felt it as your world blurred just a few hours ago. Yet what else could you say but to assure your best friend that all was right in the world. You were convinced his head would explode if you even cough right this second.

“Really? you’re certain?” He questioned you, a strange tone danced between the worries. He finally settled down on the chair beside your bed with an odd expression painted across his face, uneasiness rose in your chest.

“Yea... I think I’d know if I wasn’t okay, dork.” you quipped and settled down too into your bed. Eyes strained on the bright light above, a twinge of nausea rushed through your body. “Hey, you think we can get out of here anytime soon? I don’t feel comfortable here.” You nudged Yunhyeong with a slight smile, tearing him away from whatever dream that was occupied his thought.

“Right, yea, let me check with the front desk.”

Yunhyeong scuttled off and for the first time in a long time, you were glad your best friend wasn’t by your side. A long sigh huffed from your lungs to mingled with the sterilized air of the bustling ER. What was this strange feeling heavy on your chest? In the short hours between a dinner anticipated ruined by your carelessness and now, something between you and Yunhyeong had changed. Something major yet so subtle, tangible yet whenever you reached your fingers forward it dissipated in an instant. What did you missed? Your thought cut short as Yunhyeong rushed back to your side, papers clutched in hand.

“We’re all good to go!”

Another blink and you were back in the passenger seat of Yunhyeong’s car, fast steading home. The silent that was once peaceful now stuffy, heavy. The lyrics vibrating through the dense air of the car, gibberish, nonsense as your eyes trained to the fast passing road. What compelled you to utter these next few words and break the uncomfortable silent, you did not know. However the can of worm your words opened up was one you were wholeheartedly unprepared for.

“Are we alright?” You muttered reluctantly.

Yunhyeong stayed silent. Lips pursed and you could see his knuckles ghosted white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. You could almost hear the gears in his brain churning, carefully calculating whatever it is that was about to come out of his lips.

“You really have never considered us...” Those familiar words breathed from his lips yet it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a joke, or even a statement. The connotation weighed heavy.

“Yunhyeong... You only bring it up every other hour, any sane person would considered.” You tried to lighten the boulders that was this conversation yet it only seemed to made the strange expression on his features soured further. “I think enough happened today, is it really the time to bring this up again?”

“Is it really that preposterous, the idea of us being more than this limbo we’ve both lied ourselves into?” Yunhyeong gritted his teeth and shattered your belief that he could never be anything other than sunshine and happiness.

“Limbo- Yunhyeong if you have something to say then just say it. I don’t think either of us benefit from this dance we’ve done thousand times before.” You exasperated, searing pain still dancing through your chest.

“Is it so impossible, me and you. You’ve never once gave me a straight answer. You keep me around as if I’m an option yet the moment i bring up anything remotely close to suggesting we could be more, you laughed it off as if i’m just a big joke.” The words he spoked, it registered yet it made no sense... a joke? how could he think you thought of him as a joke.

“Yunhyeong, how could you thin-” The words lost within the harsh gasp clawing its way out of your throat, harsh enough to earn concern from Yunhyeong. Fingers hastily pressing at the button to roll down the window, cold air hit your face as tears burned your cheeks. “You think it’s fun for me? To have ever other conversation we have circled the drain right into ‘ha ha what if we were more than just friends’...” Your words fighting, muffling against the wind rushing by. If you could, you’d jump right out the window and evaporate within the wind.

“Well, you’ve never given me any other indication-”

“Song Yunhyeong, have you so wrapped up in your own mind and heart that you failed to consider what it would mean for me to really considered us?” Exasperated, there was no stopping your pain from rushing out now. “For me to let myself fall into this perfect world of being yours, of being on top of the world and in love with my best friend, and then to watch as you get a better... a real soulmate? We all knew this bullshit cosmic chosen one is inevitable and one day... One day I will have to watch you walk out of my life. There goes all our dinner date, the late night phone calls, there go my heart and soul along with whatever time you chose to give me.” Tear, snot, what have you... It didn’t matter anymore. It was not time to be polite, that was long gone. You’ve tried to protect his feelings and yours for far too long now and it bit you in the ass. Perhaps now you both could move on and whether or not this friendship will survive the pain, who knows... Before you knew it, the car had slowed to a stop. Head hung low, Yunhyeong was silent and emotions indecipherable. One thing you were sure of, he was crying, shoulders gently shrugging against the stale air of perhaps the end of you and him.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing to break the sniffles coming endless from both you and him. For the first time since the car had halted to a stop that he had looked up at you, dejectedly. “I’m so sorry, Y/n... I know it was selfish of me...”

“It’s okay, Yunhyeong... There was never an easy way for this conversation to happen... No matter what, we’d be hurt.” At the worst moment of your life, your body gave out perhaps from stress, perhaps from the uncertainties of tomorrow. Hand grasping at your chest, a ragged breath barely escape your lips before his hand was on your back, caressing comfort into your chilled skin.

“I’m so sorry I lost my temper... I was just, frustrated. I don’t know how else to make you see the way I feel, symptoms or not... But especially after tonight, I just lost it.” That soft smile, the same one you’ve dream of once more bloomed on his lips. “You are literally hunching over in pain and you’re still denying it.” Confusion cold against all your features. It felt as if all the air had vacated your lungs, your brain, your blood. A sudden lightness taken over as you stared at the boy you’ve loved for so long incredulously.

“What...” That was all you could mustered up.

“Have you not questioned at all why you ended up in the ER? Gave me the worst fright of my life? I mean yea I nearly had a heart attack watching you grabbed the hot kettle bare hand but I know you’re strong. A little burn would have never taken you out like that! The moment I caught you in my arms, it was as if someone had used a stun gun on me. The pain was the worst i’ve felt but it was electrifying!” A cheerfulness levitated, pushing out the cold air that had staled over.

“Wait... You’re saying...” The weight of the world suddenly dissipated and it was as if you could fly. A loud cry left your lips, startling the boy who wasn’t sure if he should laugh or join in with your cry. However that smile, the real smile that he hadn’t seen in a bit blossoming on your lips, it was all he needed to know.

The next second he had draped himself across the middle console and pulled you right into his arms. Cries then laughters emanating from your intertwined bodies. His hand gently running through your hair, caressing away all the worries and all the dreads that had built up over the months, years of pining after him... And yours, gripping tightly on the man that will be yours. There were still much to say, much to hash out before you and him could be “us”. However in this moment, in this second where the realization that what you both had wanted but fear was out of reach was now possible, just silent was enough. You had him and he had you, that was enough. The conversation will be had but it was no longer one that was out of reach. It was one of a certain future, of being together.

The Boy with the Golden Smile. (Coming Soon)

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diverseinsertknet · 1 year

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nanuer · 9 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Today [y.jw x reader] ࿐ྂ

synopsis: you both didn't know that your casual meet up with your best friend would result to this, but could you really blame Jungwon when you seem so different today?

╰┈➤ pairing: yang jungwon x reader

⋆·˚*genre: childhood best friends to maybe more?

˚ ༘⋆warnings: none! (all fluff i swear)

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How come today you seem like a woman and not my friend? What is this mysterious feeling? Also, were you always this pretty? Especially today

Did Jungwon eat something strange this morning?

No, he fully remembers; all he had was cereal and toast. But why do you look so different today?

Did you try a new hairstyle? No, he definitely has seen you wear the same hairstyle at school before

Were your clothes new? Not that either; he swore he bought that shirt with you

Is it your makeup that's done well?

"Hey! I've been asking you for the 20th time if you want anything." Your voice suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts; he turned to you before smiling

"Oh, I'll just get my usual!" He said, putting his hands in his pockets after realizing you both have been standing in line for who knows how long

"Okay then, you seem... tense. Is something bothering you?" You asked after placing your orders and leading him to your usual spot

"Huh, oh no no, nothing at all! What makes you say that?" He asked nervously as he sat in the booth facing you

Something is definitely bothering Jungwon; he keeps getting this strange feeling ever since he picked you up this morning

The way you called him in the same tone you use every day made his stomach do backflips

But he can't point his finger on what exactly this feeling is

Is he drunk?

"You look like you're deep in thought. Come on, what's wrong?" You said leaning towards your table, showing him a concerned expression

'You're what's wrong. Why do you seem so different today? You don't seem like the little girl who once cried after realizing snakes don't have arms. Are you not my friend? Why do you seem like a woman now?' He thought as you await his answer

"Why are you prettier today?" He blurted out not thinking straight, making you both widen your eyes

"I mean, it's just, you look so different today, that's all! Like, that's not a bad thing! It's just you look like a woman now..." He tried explaining himself, while his ears went completely red, making you let out a giggle

"Of course I'm a woman now; we're both grown up, Jungwon. You got prettier day by day too, you know?" You commented, making him chuckle, hiding his flustered face with both hands.

Why do you look prettier today?

I’m falling for you right now

Why do I see you as a woman today?

I’m slowing falling for you

[author's note: First scenario so far what do we think^^? I was listening to iKON's old songs and honestly they are such great plot ideas! wrote this half asleep as well naurr]

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key201303 · 4 years

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Song day!

Happy birthday to this amazing human being 🤧❤ I love him so much and I really hope he spens a great day with those he love❤❤❤❤

You already know how this works, send me an ask with the time and scenario you want and I'll be writing a little timestamp for you! ❤

Here you have a birthday prompt list and a fluff prompt list to get some ideas if you want!! ❤

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taexual · 3 years

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maybe i | yunhyeong

pairing: yunhyeong x oc

genre: smut, college au, fwb au

warnings: playful banter, some teasing, a quickie (protected), not a lot of pillow talk because of unexpected circumstances

summary: your friendship with benefits with yunhyeong is threatened when he accidentally tells you he loves you.

words count: 4.4k

requested by anonymous.

“We don’t have much time,” Yunhyeong said, nearly ripping your jeans off of you in his haste. “My roommate will be back in an hour.”

You hadn’t planned to see him today, but Yunhyeong grabbed you – almost literally – when you were on your way home from the campus library, telling you that he missed you and asking if you were free. Which was just a courtesy, really, considering that he was already pulling you towards his dorm.

You wouldn’t have objected anyway, truth be told – you missed him, too. But hearing that you were running on limited time did frustrate you a little.

Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on your elbows, helping him rid you of the denim as his old bed creaked underneath both of your weights.

“I thought he had classes the whole day,” you commented. “And so did you.”

“I’m skipping all of mine,” Yunhyeong replied, tossing your jeans aside and reconnecting your lips in a—hurried—feverish kiss. You broke the kiss another second later to pull his shirt over his head. “And he’s only going to one.”

“The asshole,” you said.

“Right?” he agreed, only half-listening as he rolled you on top of him, until you were straddling his waist. “Come here.”

You lowered your lips to meet his again, finally able to enjoy the moment without worrying about tearing your clothes off of each other as quickly as possible. He kissed you back, cherishing in the familiar taste of your mouth, and struggling—as always—to believe that you’d done this enough times for your taste to become familiar.

Suddenly, you distracted him from his thoughts by bringing your hips over his, the layers of your underwear not providing nearly enough friction for this to feel as good as it could. And yet, in spite of that, a low groan passed his lips, his hands flying to your thighs in an almost desperate attempt to keep you steady while also encouraging you to, please, do that again.

And you complied – your bodies communicating wordlessly – as you rolled your hips into his once again, biting your lip when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your faces were inches apart, mouths hovering over each other, as your hips continued to grind into his slowly, the sensation as teasing as it was pleasurable.

“I’m going to need you to take these off now,” Yunhyeong whispered against your lips, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties. “We don’t have much time.”

“So impatient,” you rolled your eyes – the playful gesture only killing him a little more, while the pressure of your hips on his hardening length when you sat up, could have easily finished him off right then and there. “We should have gone to my place.”

“So that your neighbors can call the police on us again? No, thank you,” he scoffed while his eyes followed your every move – from the way you lifted your hips slightly to be able to pull your underwear down, to the way you brought one of your legs up, then the next one, and, finally, slid the panties down your right ankle. He swallowed.

“They meant well,” you said, giggling as you remembered the awkward altercation a few months ago when the police showed up to your dorm – at a very inconvenient moment, too – on behalf of your concerned next-door neighbor. She’d assumed—from the sounds? You weren’t sure— that you were getting killed. “In her defense, using ropes in a dorm room probably wasn’t the wisest idea.”

Yunhyeong laughed – the sound coming out strained when you lowered yourself on him again, your naked core brushing against his boxers; still one layer too many between you – before he sat up to meet your lips in a kiss, too impatient to wait.

“We’re trying that again, though,” he said then, hands gently dancing on your shoulders and down the straps of your bra, inching towards the clasp on your back. “Probably in a place with less neighbors.”

Knowing that you would likely never find a secluded enough spot without any people around, you gasped, purposefully overreacting. “You’re suggesting we do that in public?”

Yunhyeong lifted an eyebrow in response because that wasn’t exactly what he was suggesting, but now that you’d mentioned it, he wasn’t really against the idea.

“Might as well try,” he replied, his mind growing hazy as he focused on the feeling of your nearly naked body pressed against his. He still hadn’t mastered the clasp of your bra and you had to reach up to help him.

The moment your fingertips met as you undid your bra, Yunhyeong kissed you again. He refused to let you take your bra off yourself, and took control of the process – sliding each strap down your arms as if you had all the time in the world for this.

“Hmm,” you hummed against his lips, pulling away to warn him, “I thought we were in a hurry.”

Dreamily, Yunhyeong continued the slow, sensual process of removing your bra, the tips of his fingers brushing gently against your breasts once the garment was finally off. He always turned this simple act – that you would have preferred to get over with as quickly as possible; bras weren’t exactly known for being comfortable – into something that was akin to a grandiose procedure that he refused to skip over.

“We are,” he said. “But there are some things you can’t speed up.”

You scoffed at this, but the warmth of his words sent sparks all over your body – he’d always made it a big deal out of removing your clothes; the less there were left on you, the slower he moved.

“Yunhyeong,” you were forced to whine then – he may have been hoping for it – as he caressed your body, his hands not really lingering anywhere very long as he attempted to touch as much of you as possible.

This wasn’t the first time you were having sex, and yet he always made it feel as special as that first time. You didn’t mind that, especially since your first time with Yunhyeong had happened when both of you were drunk, so the memory of it was very blurry in your head. But, as much as you appreciated the care he put into everything he did, you wanted more now.

Pushing his chest gently with your hands, you forced him to fall back on the pillow. The small gasp that left his lips when you suddenly took charge of the situation was quickly replaced by a proud smirk, prompted by your impatience. You ignored it and, instead, pulled down his boxers, making sure to touch him as lightly as possible – on purpose, to tease him right back for taking this so slowly before.

“We’re in a hurry,” he was the one to remind you this time.

Ah, you’d been waiting for this.

With your hand barely grazing the tip of his length, you shrugged your shoulders. “Some things you can’t speed up.”

Yunhyeong rolled his eyes – or tried to – but he was forced to throw his head back and close his eyes altogether when you wrapped one of your hands against his fully-hard cock and gave it a few lazy pumps.

His sensitivity to your touch was one of your favorite things about doing this. Every time you doubted if it was a good decision to include sex in your friendship, you remembered the look on his face, like the one right now: his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes barely open but firmly locked on you, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of what you’d do next – and you knew you really wouldn’t have it any other way.

When your grasp on his length got tighter and your strokes more sensual, Yunhyeong groaned and reached out to stop you, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he sat up and placed his hands on yours. He pressed his lips to yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss – deciding that not a lot of talking was going to be done from now on – and you leaned into him, allowing him to guide you to the previous position you’d been in: with your thighs on either side of him, your core pressed dangerously close to his length.

He brought one of his hands to your neck to angle your face in a way that allowed him to deepen the kiss. In the mean time, his free hand found your clit as he experimented by bringing his fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and, of course, teasing you until he felt you exhale against his mouth in frustration.

“Yunhyeong,” you spoke, a certain warning noticeable in your otherwise soft voice. He moved his lips to your neck instead. “I’m going to get up and leave if you don’t do something right now.”

He chuckled and the feeling of his teeth against the skin of your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” he said then, pressing one more lingering kiss to your neck before reaching over to the drawer on his nightstand. “I thought the risk of getting caught was supposed to feel thrilling.”

“Well, if your roommate does come back soon,” you replied, watching him grab a condom package from his drawer and rip it open, “I’d rather he interrupted us when we were actually doing something.”

Yunhyeong paused for a second to give you a questionable look after you said this, but he decided not to argue, focusing on the more important things at hand.

“But we are doing something,” he said instead, teasing, as he tossed the wrapper on the floor.

“Something more,” you said – pointlessly so, because he was already rolling the condom down his length, his hands shaking lightly. He wanted this just as much as you – if not more – but his excitement was getting the best of him; he never did learn how to completely calm his nerves when he was alone with you.

Finally, he brought his hands down to your hips, slowly moving your body back and forth on his lap, your fold rubbing against his cock, the motion undoubtedly pleasant, but not enough.

When you were about to open your mouth and urge him to do something, Yunhyeong finally lifted your body up just a little and aligned himself with your entrance. His eyes met yours as he pushed the tip in and then stopped, keeping his hands on your thighs, but allowing you to choose the pace.

You lowered yourself on him, the stretch as sweet as it was painful. You closed your eyes at the feeling, so you did not see the absolute adoration in his eyes when you bottomed out. The blissful expression on your face was heaven itself right now and Yunhyeong momentarily forgot that you could also move, further intensifying the emotions he was feeling.

You held onto his shoulders as you ground your hips into his slowly, your walls warm and snug around him. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watched your concentrated face and responded to the gentle swaying of your body by bucking his hips – just barely, really, but you felt it, your head automatically falling backwards, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

“That’s—” you started to say, pressing your hips into his harder, faster. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” he asked – or perhaps agreed with you, it was hard to tell when he tried to muffle his own moans – and then he leaned in closer to you until his chest hit yours, and his cock changed the angle inside of you, suddenly feeling much deeper.

A quiet gasp left your lips at this new, sharper sensation, and Yunhyeong gave you a second to adjust before he lifted your hips and lowered them on his length again, slowly enough so you wouldn’t be in pain, but with enough force so you’d feel all of him. He did everything in an encouraging way, not trying to be in full control and letting you do most of the work as you steadily began to move on top of him.

You felt him so deep inside that you couldn’t help exhaling shakily as you squeezed your closed eyes even tighter. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders to find a more comfortable position, this way bringing your bodies even closer, so that there wasn’t a single spot of your skin that wasn’t touching his.

He was restraining himself on your behalf, that much was clear in the way he kissed the side of your neck, focusing his attention elsewhere, so he wouldn’t start pounding into you.

Letting him know that you could handle it, you removed one of your hands from his neck. You placed your hand on his and lifted it from your hips to your lower back – so he was still holding you, but no longer had the opportunity to control how fast you moved – and then you returned to holding onto his shoulders as you began to bounce on him, gradually gaining speed until his kisses turned into soft groans against your neck.

“Fuck,” you moaned, louder now that the feeling of his throbbing length rubbing against your walls had grown more intense.

He held you against him, his hand wrapping around your waist for more support, while his other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it as you continued to ride him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as you alternated between grinding your hips into his and then moving up and down on his length again.

“Hmmm,” was all you could muster in response as Yunhyeong moved his hips to meet yours halfway, your bodies locked together in a well-choreographed dance, the only music in the room being the sound of your skin slapping against each other to the rhythm of your heavy breaths.

You’ve done this before with him – countless times – and yet each time he held you as close as this, his hands squeezing the softest parts of your body and his length drilling into you, you were still surprised by how good this could feel.

“I-I’m—” you tried, the words dying on your tongue and transforming into a desperate, wordless plea when you felt his kisses on your collarbones, then on your chest, until finally his mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue gentle and electrifying all at once. “Oh, please.”

He hummed, the sensation reverberating pleasantly all across your body as he moved to your other breast, starting off with butterfly kisses all around it before finally bringing his tongue over your nipple, sucking on it lightly and pulling away with a wet kiss.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you had no choice but to relent to him as he began to thrust up into you, his hands holding you in place. His pace did not slow down once – he’d gotten enough practice to know the right way to throw you off the edge – as he gripped your thighs, his cock going in and out of you.

“S-so close,” you spoke shakily, your body seemingly a separate entity from your mind now.

With another soft moan, you caught Yunhyeong off-guard when you met his thrusts by rotating your hips in quick, clumsy figure-8s.

Sex between the two of you was always a battle for control – although neither of you minded sharing – but he did not object right now, far too lost in the feeling of being inside of you. And yet the circular motions of your hips were so sweet, he was starting to get worried he’d be the one coming first.

His breath catching in his throat, Yunhyeong licked his lips and watched you, in awe. You looked and you felt so warm, so soft, so perfect – he couldn’t control himself anymore.

“So good to me,” he praised, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of your snug walls squeezing him, and absolutely intoxicated from the way you looked as you chased your high. “Oh, fuck, I love you. S-so much.”

Too lost in the feeling, you didn’t fully register his words – or perhaps you did, but they sounded so fitting in this moment, you found nothing weird with them – and, therefore, you were only able to whimper in response, moving your hips against his faster.

“Fuck,” he whispered, half-aware of what he’d just said, but much, much more aware of the way you were clenching around him, and the increasing sound of your breathing as you inched closer to the edge.

“I’m going to—” you got cut off when he brought a hand between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit with the tips of his fingers as you continued to grind your hips against his. “Ah—! Going to—”

“Come for me,” he whispered lowly. “I got you. F-fuck—”

Moaning loudly when the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body, you thrashed in his arms, but Yunhyeong kept a tight grip on you as his fingers continued to work on your clit.

Gasping for air, you dug your fingertips into his skin, feeling so full, so comfortable, so good. Your hips had stilled against his, except for a few sporadic, uncontrollable twitches – that made him see white – as you came down from your high.

“Baby,” he groaned, struggling to hold himself back any longer when your walls continued to squeeze around his length, the feeling so blissful—and so dangerous—he came faster than he would have liked or expected.

Loud groans left his mouth as he thrust into you hard and fast one more time, the sound of your ecstatic whimpers only urging him on. Bottoming out with his final thrust, he emptied himself into the condom with an unintelligible sound, comprised of your name and how good you made him feel.

He was breathless and had to use one of his hands to lean against the wall, so he wouldn’t topple over you or knock you both off the bed – it’d happened before; he was not proud of it – as he tried to return to reality.

You were still recovering, a strange—but not unwelcome—buzzing in your ears from your high. You watched Yunhyeong curse as he thrust into you leisurely a few more times before finally pulling out and letting go of you, albeit very reluctantly.

The two of you stayed still for a second, your bodies still just as close, even if he wasn’t inside of you anymore. And yet even through you were breathing the exact same rhythm, even though your eyes could not look away from each other, cherishing in the afterglow, neither one of you could bring yourselves to kiss the other. Even though you wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

Traces of anxiety were slowly making its’ way to both of your faces. Or, rather, now that you weren’t too focused on something else, you were able to realise that this anxiety had been there from the moment Yunhyeong said those words; you just didn’t want to think about what it meant at the time.

Now, bringing his tongue over his lips, Yunhyeong pulled away from your body first – so he could discard of the condom. When he sat back down on his bed, he no longer lifted his eyes to look at you.

The confession hung heavy in the air as your breathing slowed. He wasn’t sure if he was more scared of you bringing it up, or not bringing it up.

Finally, you exhaled and leaned over the edge of the bed to reach for his discarded duvet. You wrapped it around yourself – not because you were chilly or uncomfortable, but simply because this worked as a sort of shield for when you finally said, “w-we should probably talk about—”

Yunhyeong inhaled so sharply, your sentence faded off in surprise. He got up to put his boxers back on and, taking advantage of the fact that he had his back to you, he replied quietly, “I don’t know what else to add to that.”

Your first – natural, fighting for survival – course of action was an attempt to make light of the situation.

“Was it a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing?” you asked, chuckling nervously. The chuckle was supposed to make this seem even less like a big deal, yet it became the reason why it was suddenly painful for Yunhyeong to turn around and face you again.

“No, I… uh,” he spoke hesitantly. There was really no way back now. “I meant it.”

Your thoughts – usually so long, complicated, and sometimes even difficult to understand – suddenly swarmed in your head in the form of three-word sentences: he meant it. He loved you. That was fine.

Progressing even further, the three-word sentences turned into questions, as your eyes frantically scanned the cheap linoleum flooring in his dorm room: what to say? How to—even—speak?

“Why, um—” you started, clearing your throat when your voice came out unexpectedly groggy. “Why don’t you want to talk about it, then?”

Sighing, Yunhyeong sat down on the bed next to you. “Because I know I ruined everything.”

He hadn’t realised it before – probably because he could always see clearer when you were with him – but it was actually surprisingly dim in his room. He’d closed the curtains after you came over, hiding you two from the afternoon sun and the campus outside. But it had gotten significantly darker now.

He was grateful for that. His face felt too warm and there was only so much of this warmth that he could blame on your previous activity – clearly, he had never been embarrassed after having sex with you, so this wouldn’t work here.

“You… didn’t ruin anything,” you said finally, but a full minute had passed before you spoke and Yunhyeong had already convinced himself that he was right. He’d inserted the finishing nails into the coffin of your friendship.

“I know we’d only agreed on sex, but I—you… well, this happened,” he continued, not sure why his words sounded like an excuse – and a very poor one, at that. He tried again, “I’m—”

The door of his room suddenly opened – so quickly, it nearly got thrown off the hinges – and both of you jumped in surprise.

“Thank fuck you’re home,” Yunhyeong’s roommate was saying – he was drenched; it was probably raining outside – as he tossed his head back to throw the hood of his sweatshirt off his head. When he lowered his face, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you two. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

The boy didn’t give Yunhyeong a single second to come up with an excuse. He backed out of the room as quickly as he came in—barged in, really; even if this was, technically his room, too—closing the door behind him.

Yunhyeong hid his face behind his hands, standing up. “Well, fuck.”

The look on his roommate’s face as he backed out of the room – the relief to be home immediately replaced by downright terror – and Yunhyeong’s distressed reaction had you biting your lip to resist laughing, even despite the tension from the conversation you’d been having before you got interrupted.

“It’s okay!” you called out, hoping his roommate was close enough to the door to hear it. You doubted it, though. So, tossing the duvet off, you reached for your hoodie and told Yunhyeong, “I’m leaving.”

That sounded awfully final to him. In the ten seconds that it took for you to pull your hoodie over your head, Yunhyeong swore his heart almost stopped five times.

“Y-you are?” he asked, eager to see the look on your face. When your eyes finally met his again, there was nothing out of the ordinary in them – if anything, you seemed calmer now that you were no longer talking about what he’d said.

“Yeah,” you replied, standing up, and fishing your panties out from behind his office chair.

“But it’s raining,” Yunhyeong said lamely, shuffling on his feet as he watched you dress up and found the sight – much to his own confusion – just as tempting as when you were taking your clothes off.

“That’s fine,” you replied, looking for your jeans. Yunhyeong spotted them first, on the floor next to where he was standing, and tossed them to you. “Thanks. I have to get home anyway.”

He tried to remember – struggling, for some reason; despite always claiming that he never forgot a single moment from the days you’d spent together – if you always left in such a hurry, or if today was an exception.

“W-well,” he started, hoping that it would sound less desperate out loud than it did in his head, “can I call you later?”

You gave him an incredulous look as you pulled your jeans up your thighs. “Of course. We have plans for Saturday, remember?”

He did remember. In fact, it was the reason why he was so beside himself with anxiety right now – worried that your future plans were already canceled months into advance.

“We’re still on?” he asked. The fact that he sounded surprised squeezed your heart painfully.

You were glad not to speak of what had happened anymore. In just a few seconds, you had managed to convince yourself that you’d be able to move on from this like it was just a minor misunderstanding. But that was obviously just wishful thinking, brought on by a convenient distraction – Yunhyeong’s roommate, who was likely still waiting outside in the hall.

Regardless, there was nothing else you could say. You needed to clear your head or, actually, do the exact opposite of that and get mind-numbingly drunk.

“Of course we are,” you told Yunhyeong in a light voice – or, what you hoped to be, a light voice.

Wishful thinking or not, you and Yunhyeong had been friends since you started college two and a half years ago. You’d been sleeping together for less, but that wasn’t supposed to bring an end to the friendship part of this arrangement. It couldn’t.

So, you pressed a kiss to his cheek – like you always did – and stepped into your sneakers, leaning down to pull them over your heels.

Yunhyeong watched you smile at him one more time before you left his room – apologizing to his still horrified roommate as you went – and he was glad you didn’t bolt at the first given opportunity, but he still felt uneasy. What happened now? What would he have to do the next time he saw you?

And yet, despite all these questions swimming in his head, Yunhyeong focused on the fact that he would see you again tomorrow. He would see you, and talk to you, and even touch you -- even if it was in passing, when you said hello or when he bought you coffee and handed you the paper cup.

He would see you again, and all the rest didn’t matter much because he loved you, and he considered himself capable of keeping that love in check – or suffocating it altogether if that’s what you would have preferred – so long as he still got to be with you.

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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iKON masterlist

👑 iKON: when it becomes difficult for you

🟧🟥 Kim Jinhwan

👑 'Ambivalence': fluff-fluff; smut-smut

You rest in Jinhwan's room at their dorm, trying to cool from the intensely prevailing summer heat and the enclosure of the heat rekindles gestures of like-wise affections

🟧🟥 Song Yunhyeong

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🟧🟥 Bobby | Kim Jiwon

👑 Care (feat. B.I I Kim Hanbin): crime au; fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut (spanking and submissive behaviour, amongst others)

Almost any day now.

🟧🟥 B.I | Kim Hanbin

👑 Care (feat. Bobby I Kim Jiwon): crime au; fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut (spanking and submissive behaviour, amongst others)

Every day spent with each of them is significant

🟧🟥 Kim Donghyuk | DK

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🟧🟥 Koo Junhoe | Ju-ne

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🟧🟥 Jung Chanwoo

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milkybonya · 3 years

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midnight blue

order 008 for anon: large honey milk tea with mango jelly and fresh taro

Warning: some angst

Summary: idol!boyfriend!Yunhyeong takes you out at night after noticing you feel sad

[a/n]: i'm sad rn so what better thing to do than write this lovely request! also i hope the anon who requested is having an amazing day/night <3

this is such a nice playlist to listen to when you're reading this fic/generally when you're sad :") (its full of shinee songs!!)

Curled up on the sofa, wrapped in blankets and not noticing that the movie you were watching had ended, you didn't realize that your boyfriend, Yunhyeong had arrived home. He stood in front of the TV, hands filled with groceries that he was waving around to catch your attention while you were still spaced out.

"Babe! I'm home!!" he called out for the third time.

With a sigh, he dropped the groceries and then dropped himself on you, wrapping you in a hug. His coat smelled like the rain and the stubble of his chin tickled your forehead.

"Hm?" you groaned, finally realizing his presence.

"[y/n], what's wrong? Why are you so spaced out?" Yunhyeong asked you, pulling away so he could get a good look at you.

"I don't know... I just feel a little blue," you mumbled, pulling down your boyfriend's black mask, revealing his worried expression.

"Hmm... I'm sorry I haven't been home these days to take care of you, since we're preparing for a comeback, but... I'll make it up to you now, okay?!" Yunhyeong exclaimed.

"Yun... It's 12am!" you pointed out, laughing.

"So? Perfect time for a date!" he said, pulling your arm and forcing you up.

"My face is so puffy right now from being half asleep all day," you groaned.

"And I haven't shaved in a couple of days, but that's fine! Let's go!" Yunhyeong said, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.

He held out his hand to you and tilted his head, asking you, without saying anything, if you'd join him on this adventure. And you took his hand, letting him guide you to the bedroom so you could get changed as Yunhyeong put the groceries that he bought away.

Once you were ready, he took hold of your hand and whisked you out of your apartment, wisely picking up an umbrella on the way. When you stepped outside, it began to lightly drizzle, and you were thankful for Yunhyeong and the umbrella he brought as he opened it and held it over you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close so both of you would fit under it, but still tilted the umbrella more towards you so you wouldn't get wet, even if it meant his shoulders would get a little soaked.

Luckily, in the dark of the night, no one was out on the streets and Yunhyeong could get away with only wearing a hood, still not being recognized.

"So where are you taking me, Yun?" you asked, your voice just audible over the sound of the rain.

"To the sea!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"In this weather?" you asked.

"We're already outside... so let's just go all the way!"

Luckily, the Han river was near your house - you always called it the sea - and Yunhyeong was able to take you there.

It was fairly empty of people as you sat right by the water, except for the few people who were running and rushing to get home in the rain. Yunhyeong held your cold hand in his, warming yours up while gazing at you, lovingly.

"[y/n], now that we're here... you know what you have to do," he told you.

You gave him a questioning look.

"Shout all your worries into the sea! Here, I'll go first," Yunhyeong said, facing away from you for a second and turning to the water in front of him.

"I WISH THE IKON BOYS WOULD LISTEN TO ME A BIT MORE!" he shouted, laughing afterwards. You laughed along with him, slapping his shoulder.

"Yunhyeong, be quiet! Someone might hear you..."

"There's no one here, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to your damp cheek.

"Now, your turn!"

You shyly turned to the water before you, taking a deep breath before raising a quiet shout:

"Why is it so damn hard to live!" you yelled, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You leaned your head on Yunhyeong's shoulder and he caressed the top of your head with his hand that wasn't holding the umbrella.

"Living is hard, [y/n], but you're doing such a great job," Yunhyeong mumbled into your hair.

Watching the dark water drift by, the soft, yellow light of the city lights and the gentle hue of the sky while being pressed against Yunhyeong made you feel alive, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you feel a bit better, babe?" Yunhyeong asked, and you nodded.

"I'm glad to hear it," Yunhyeong said, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Do you feel cold? Yunhyeong asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, slowly.

"Just a bit," you said.

Yunhyeong flashed a playful, meaningful grin before standing up and touching your shoulder.

"Tag, you're it!" he said before running away.

"In this rain you're gonna make me chase you?" you yelled after him, still standing up to run behind him.

He laughed, looking up at the sky while running and slowing himself before almost falling in a puddle, giving you time to catch up and wrap your arms around him from the back in a tight bear hug. After kissing the top of your hand lightly, Yunhyeong let you run away so he could chase after you this time. When he caught you, he held your face with both hands and peppered it with a million kisses using those soft lips of his, stirring butterflies within you.

The two of you giggled a lot under the rain, running in circles after each other by the water until you were tired, but in a good way. It was the kind of exhaustion that you feel after you know you've had a good day - the kind of exhaustion that tells you you'll be sleeping well tonight.

"Are you ready to head back to bed?" Yunhyeong asked you, taking your hand and guiding you away from the water.

You nodded.

"But let's shower first! I'm drenched," you said.

"Does a warm bubble bath sound okay?" Yunhyeong excitedly suggested, swinging your hand in his.

"It sounds lovely," you replied.

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puppywritings · 5 years

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best friend

pairing: kim doyoung x male reader word count: 769 description: your boyfriend may be an asshole, but at least you have your best friend doyoung to support you through it all. (based on ikon’s best friend.) requested by: anonymous masterlist

Though your vision was hazy and your fingers shaky, you managed to open your contacts and pull up Doyoung’s number. The beeping dial tone was a welcome sound; before that, the sound of your boyfriend slamming the door as he stormed out was the only thing going through your mind, ringing and echoing over and over. You pressed the speakerphone button, curling up on your couch and placing your phone next to your head. Though the world spun when you closed your eyes, you did so anyway. You wanted to shut everything out whilst you waited for your best friend to pick up.

Click. “Y/N,” Doyoung greeted you. “What’s up?”

You responded with a sniffle. “Doyoungie...”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, and you heard the concern tinting his voice. “Are you crying?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “I’m drunk, Doyoung, and he’s been a dick again and he yelled at me, and I didn’t even mean to upset him and-”

“Shh,” Doyoung quieted you. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m going to come over, alright?”

“Yes please,” you spoke in a whimper. “Please get here soon.”

“I will,” he promised. “Just hold on. And drink some water for me, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Bye bye.”

The twenty minutes that followed passed quickly. You grabbed a bottle of water, as Doyoung had instructed, before sitting down by the door, leaning against the cool surface of the wall. Before you knew it, Doyoung was tapping on the door. You jumped up in seconds, rushing to unlock the chain and let him in. Though your crying had subsided in the time he had taken to get there, once you saw him you erupted into sobs yet again.

Doyoung pulled you towards him, petting your hair and hushing you with comforting words. You wound your arms around him tightly, crying into his chest as he soothed you. In a swift manoeuver, Doyoung closed the front door behind him and ushered you over to your couch.

“I’m going to leave you for a moment, okay?” Doyoung spoke gently. You let him go, reluctantly, and focused on your breathing until he returned with two round, white tablets and a glass of water. “Painkillers,” he explained as you took them from him and knocked them back. He took the glass from you once it was empty, before leaning back and opening his arms for you to return to them.

You settled back, finding his shirt slightly damp from your previous crying. “I’m sorry I stained your shirt,” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, stroking your hair softly. You knew he really didn’t mind. Your best friend was selfless like that.

“I must be really disgusting right now,” you complained with a pout, conscious of your swollen eyes and tear-marked cheeks. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N, you’re beautiful.” His words consoled you somewhat, and you felt slightly better about your boyfriend’s latest stint of hostility. You went silent, leaning into Doyoung’s comforting touch and trying to let your racing mind go blank.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he whispered, after a while.

Your flood of tears had paused its flow, but your voice was still nasally, and your words were broken up by intermittent sniffles. “I don’t even know what happened. We were drunk and we started arguing and it escalated, he completely overreacted, and then he stormed out and slammed the door. I’m sick of him doing this, Doyoung.”

“I’m sick of it too, Y/N. You don’t deserve to be treated like this.” Doyoung’s voice was still gentle and low, but had more force this time. You only groaned in response; this was a conversation you had had with him many times before. You both knew it was a little more complicated than that, though. Relationships were far too complicated in general, you had come to find. He didn’t push his argument - he knew you were in no state to debate things.

“Thank you for looking after me, Doyoungie. I’m lucky to have a best friend like you.”

“Of course,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m your best friend.”

You slowly slip away into a heavy unconsciousness, basking in Doyoung’s warmth. Just seconds before you finally submitted to sleep, you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper, “I wish you were in love with me instead of him.” But, no. You must have been mistaken in your tired, intoxicated state. Doyoung was your best friend.

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ghostlywritten · 6 years

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How Dare You I.

Words: 4k+

You sighed as you organised the table, which had makeup utensils scattered all over. It was always hectic before a show and no matter how clean you kept everything it would always end up as if a hurricane had passed through it. You went to the bathroom to wash out the used beauty blenders before you took your bag with the necessary equipment to brush up the boys’ make up during the breaks backstage.

Being a makeup artist was stressful when you had limited time but mostly it was an easy job and pretty exciting, considering you were in the ultimate vicinity of idols. You were happy to be assigned to Ikon for over two years now, they were a funny lot if they didn’t happen to burn the stage at the moment. You had hoped to get close to them (not just physically when you had to make them look flawless) but it seemed that you were just a secondary character they occasionally made small talk with as you did your job. Not wanting to seem desperate you laid off, only talking when talked to and otherwise minding your own business.

Of course, there were also times they were too hyped up for their own good - when they won an award for example. You remembered that one time where Hanbin had cried at their 1st win whilst the others were jumping around like mad dogs and you had dabbed his tears away with a small smile, quietly whispering a ‘congratulations’ to him.

Hanbin.

That was probably the only time he had truly looked at you, thanking you sincerely as he tried to keep his tears at bay.

Your heart fluttered slightly as you thought of him. You didn’t know what it was about him that stood out to you; he wasn’t the loudest or the funniest member, something you usually found more attractive. Rather, he let his members shine and lead them quietly from the back whilst occasionally being a dork himself. It was endearing how he cared non-verbally for them and you guessed that was what drew you in. It was safe to say, you had a hard time keeping your hands from shaking whenever you had to do his make up so most of the time you tried to avoid him in order not to embarrass yourself.

‘But lately…,’ you thought as you trailed after your colleagues, ‘it seems impossible.’ The past weeks you always ended up being his artist through some coincidence or another as the other members snatched up all the other available make up artists, leaving you to him. And lately it seemed like he finally got aware of your existence, openly staring at you when he used to always close his eyes for a little rest during your work. You had liked those times the most, amazed at how innocent he looked when he napped.

The sound of thunderous footsteps brought you out of your mind and you glanced up to see the boys coming down the stage with exhausted but still happy faces. “Good job!” their manager said, clapping their backs, “Now freshen up and head down to the seats.” As if on cue, Hanbin popped up in front of you expectantly before you even had the chance to blink, bending down slightly to match your height. You tried not to get flustered as you ripped off a few tissues to dry the sweat glistening on his face. That wasn’t the part you enjoyed very much.

A small huff escaped his lips as he watched you keenly and you looked up to see his eyes twinkling slightly in amusement. “You look so disgusted right now,” he said lowly and your jaw almost dropped at the fact that he talked to you. Sure, you had to be around him a lot nowadays but he had never actually tried talking to you before. ‘Must be the high of performing at an award show,’ you mused, trying to keep your expression cool and your heart calm.

“It’s not like anyone would enjoy wiping sweat off as their job,” you responded dryly and he smirked.

“I’m sure a few fans wouldn’t mind,” he retorted, biting his lip. You cursed your eyes for flickering down and immediately looked away but you knew he saw. You could practically hear the grin as you fumbled through your bag for a sponge and foundation, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You are not welcome,” you mumbled, causing him to chuckle slightly. Trying to fight off the warmth on your cheeks, you reapplied his makeup where it had worn off and he thankfully stayed quiet, opting to watch you again instead. “Do you know that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world?” he suddenly said when you were almost done, causing you to smash the sponge against his nose in surprise. “Ouch!” he exclaimed, holding his nose slightly as he pouted. Your eyes widened in guilt and surprise. “I’m so sorry!” What the hell was up with him though? “Does it hurt a lot?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he dropped his hands and looked down, “No. But do I have to expect you trying to kill me with a sponge every time I compliment you?”

“Probably, yeah,” you joked, inwardly cringing in embarrassment.

“Well, that’s tough,” he mused as you finished off your work with shaking fingers, “I can’t not compliment my future girlfriend now after all.”

“Your what?” you blurted, eyes wide. Where did this suddenly come from? Hanbin simply winked with a smile that caused his dimple to deepen, making your heart flip as he turned away when his stylist called him out for the outfit change. “I will see you later, Y/N.”

That was how you winded up being Hanbin’s girlfriend. Well, kind of. You didn’t believe what he was saying at first and excused his behaviour as a simple mood swing or something else. But when you avoided the aftershow party that night, he asked you why you hadn't been there the next time you met and you ended up talking to him again during your work and again and again, the chatter always growing more animated every time until the one day he asked you out.

He had been talking to you like usual but you had noticed he got distracted whenever his other members passed by, nudging him or sending him some non-verbal messages through gestures or smirks. He would smirk as well, waving them off before he turned his attention back to you. You hadn’t payed it any mind, knowing they liked to tease each other often but looking back on it now, you probably should have taken it as the first indication on what was to come.

“So…,” he dragged on as you finished and started to organise your table, expecting him to leave. “As your boyfriend, I should probably take you out on a date once in a while if I’m correct.”

“Excuse me?” you asked with raised eyebrows. You were more relaxed around him now that you got to know him better but that didn’t stop your heart from hammering still whenever you got close to him...or when he talked like this.

“You know, a date. Where a guy and girl or a guy and a guy or a girl and a girl go out al-”

“I know what a date is,” you cut him off.

He smirked. “Could have fooled me.”

Snatching up a fixing spray, you sprayed him and he flinched away like a cat, groaning like he was about to die. You laughed slightly before you turned away with the used beauty blenders, walking towards the bathroom to clean them up as usual. What wasn’t usual was that Hanbin immediately sprung up and followed you like a puppy. “Does Saturday at 7 sound good?” he asked, watching you clean up as he leaned against the doorway, “I saw this cool restaurant open up in Gangnam.”

“What makes you think I’m going out with you?” you dared to ask, mentally applauding yourself for not stuttering when your heart was ready to jump out of your chest.

“Why not? You’re my girlfriend after all,” he teased, leaning into the doorway as he snuck closer, causing you to naturally bend away in order to keep yourself sane.

“And since when am I that?” you asked, “I haven’t ever seen you go down on one knee and ask me.”

“Seriously?” he said deadpanned and you giggled slightly before nodding with a shrug. “Is that what’s going to take to make you mine?” You blushed heavily at his words, causing him to grin like a goof before he kneeled down, clasping his hands together. Your eyes widened in shock and you noticed people close by paying attention to the scene he was causing. “Please, oh please Y/N L/N. Take me as your boyfriend!”

“Hanbin-ah,” you mumbled, fidgeting nervously under all the stares.

“I promise to keep you happy, now and forever.”

“Get the hell up.”

“Not until you agree.”

“Hanbin!”

“Y/N.” You bit your lip, going to hide behind the bathroom door. Hanbin chuckled, getting up to peek over at you. “What do you say?”

“Fine,” you mumbled through your fingers, not letting him see your red face even when he grabbed at your wrists, “I will go out with you.”

“Yes!” he cheered, turning to the others at the room. “She said yes!” The others cheered as well as if you had just agreed to marry him and you shook your head at him as you finally dropped your hands to see his beaming face. “You’re an idiot.”

But from then on he was your idiot. Or at least you were dating the idiot for a month before he actually dared to shyly ask you to be his girlfriend for real and you said yes, making you an official couple that no one outside of the YG building knew about. It was safe to say you weren’t a secondary character anymore after becoming Hanbin’s girlfriend.

People noticed you more, whispering about you and you saw a few colleagues giving you dirty looks as if you were going to be treated better by any high authority from now on. Fact was, nothing had changed. You weren’t sleeping your way up the corporate ladder, you were still the same makeup artist with the same status and the same amount of work as before.

So, seeing your foundation bottle opened up with the content spilled all over your utensils in your bag for the second time this week made you seethe at the unfairness of it all. You took a deep breath, fully aware of the bustling people around you and forced yourself to remain calm.

“What’s the matter, jagi?” you heard Hanbin say as he leaned in from behind, peeking over your shoulder. “Ooh, that’s a mess.”

“Yeah…,” you sighed, walking over to the bathroom with the bag to start cleaning the utensils.

“Shit happens, don’t fret about it,” Hanbin soothed, pushing your hair from your face and rubbing your back comfortingly. You immediately relaxed as the pent-up anger dissolved into nothingness, leaving you to stare at him in awe. How did he do that? Having this much of an affect on you after a single month would have been scary to you if you didn’t feel so safe around him. Whenever you were with him, you felt untouchable.

“I guess you are right,” you said, not wanting to bother him with your issues. Now that the anger was gone, you felt silly getting riled up about such a small matter.

“Hey, you know what,” Hanbin suddenly spoke up and you glanced at him questioningly, “This is where I first asked you out, remember?” You laughed slightly as you recalled the embarrassing scene and he beamed in success. He closed in on you, trapping you against the sink as he shut the door behind him with a smirk, “I think we should celebrate.”

“What? In a bathro-,” you were cut off when he dove down to claim your lips. Your breath got caught in your throat, taken aback but you quickly relaxed, giving into him. He smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around you to draw you closer and you reached up to play with his hair, enjoying every second of it. Biting down on his lip, you took the initiative to deepen the kiss, causing him to growl. You could feel him get into it before he suddenly held himself back, reluctantly pulling away.

You sucked in the breath you didn’t realise your lungs needed as he placed his forehead against yours, focusing on regaining his own breath. Glancing up, you noticed him avoiding your eyes as his stayed locked on your lips. “Is everything alright?” you asked softly, placing a hand on his cheek. He nodded mutely, leaning into your touch. “I...I have to tell you something,” he whispered and if you hadn't been so close you probably wouldn’t have heard him.

“What is it? You can tell me anything, jagi,” you cooed, nudging his nose with yours affectionately. His eyes softened and you felt like you could drown in the sea of his chocolate brown eyes. Chocolate brown wasn’t even accurate as it would turn into the shade of pure amber when the sun hit his face. Or pitch black when he was angry.

“I…,”

“Yes?”

He breathed in deeply before his shoulders sagged as if in defeat. Drawing you closer, he nuzzled the side of your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I really like you.”

You chuckled slightly and wrapped your arms around him. “I really like you, too.”

Another month passed and you were starting to get closer to the other boys. It began with Jiwon, who insisted to have his makeup done by you because he felt like Hanbin was being treated better and getting too handsome, demanding to be turned as pretty as his youngster. You had giggled at that and proceeded to work as detailed as you could. The satisfied nod at the end was like an entry pass to the Ikon world as every other member took their turn the next days, chatting animatedly with you.

“So...Y/N,” Junhoe started, a sly smirk on his face as you mixed two foundations colours together to match his skin tone, “You and Hanbin, eh?”

“Yes, me and Hanbin, eh,” you mimicked, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“It’s going on well, I see,” he remarked, inspecting you closely, “You like him a lot, right?”

“Yes,” you said without any ounce of hesitation and his smirk widened. He leaned forward conspiratorially, “Do you perhaps even love him?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Why do you want to know?” you questioned whilst you were thinking about it. Did you love him? It certainly felt more than a simple crush and you could imagine being with him for a long while. Was that love?

“I’m just curious,” Junhoe replied, shaking you out of your thoughts. You focused back on applying a bit of dark eyeshadow on his lid, causing him to close his eyes, “He is one of my best friends...I don’t want to see him hurt, I guess.”

You smiled warmly at that, always internally squealing at their rare moments of showing affection (and a tiny bit jealous of their close bond. What would you give for a friendship like that?). “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him in any way. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky, which he blinked at in surprise before a small smile reached his lips, intertwining his pinky with yours. You failed to see the guilt flash across his face when you turned away.

“I told you not to zoom in,” Hanbin complained as he pushed Jiwon away and walked towards you, “Hey, what are you guys talking about?” he asked almost uneasily, shooting Junhoe a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Nothing much, bro,” Junhoe replied casually, standing up to free his seat for him and leaving with a friendly smile towards you.

“Should I be jealous?” Hanbin mumbled into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you and you shook your head with a chuckle.

“No, jeez. Sit down,” you said, pushing him onto the chair. He willingly dropped onto it (otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been able to) and looked up at you with a smirk, “I like it when they are dominant.” Blushing deeply, you threw a tissue at him before proceeding to do his makeup with a small ‘idiot’ muttered his away.

He chuckled deeply before silently watching your concentrating face, warmth flooding his eyes and a small but goofy grin plastered on his lips. “There is this annual YG party at the end of the month,” he eventually spoke up, fiddling with your hair that hung between you two. “You going with me?”

“What a romantic way to ask me out,” you commented dryly and he gave you a look. You raised an eyebrow, “Is the honeymoon phase over already?” He playfully poked your belly before swiftly tugging you down by the neck to give you a short but deep kiss. Pulling away slightly he whispered against your lips, “Never.” It took you a second to snap out of the daze he put you in before you sharply slapped him over the head, looking around. “You pabo, someone could have seen this.”

“So?” he mumbled, rubbing his head with a pout, “They already know.”

“Still,” you muttered back, biting your lip when you saw two stylists glaring daggers at you. “What’s the matter?” Hanbin questioned, craning his neck to follow your line of sight but you just pulled him back around, “Nothing. Stop moving or we will never get done here.” He looked at you with narrowed eyes but opted to not push you and instead continued, “So, will you be my date for the party?”

“I don’t know, I never go to those,” you said slowly as you blended the foundation in with a sponge, “Parties are not my thing in general.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said, thinking back on all the other party invitations you had declined so far, “But this is an annual company thing. You are actually obliged to come.”

“I call in sick every time,” you said simply, causing him to chuckle. “This time, it’s different. You have a boyfriend that needs a date to that party.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Since when is that required?”

“Since now that I told you so.” You rolled your eyes. “Please?” he asked, giving his best imitation of puppy eyes. You sighed, “Fine. But only for a few hours.” He pumped his fist in the air in silent cheer before he sprung up from his seat, done with the makeup. “Thanks, jagi!” he said, pecking your cheek as he went off to get his mic on. You shook your head affectionately.

The party was in full swing as you arrived after having trouble deciding what to wear. Nothing seemed elegant or or fitting enough and at the end you snuck into Blackpink’s wardrobe and took a simple black glitter dress that went past your mid thigh and was off the shoulder on one side. You paired it up with simple black boots and a watch on your wrist, leaving your hair down.

The music hit you as soon as you stepped into the hall and you were slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people standing around, chattering animatedly with champagne glasses in their hands.

You stared around in awe at the fancy decor until someone called out your name. “Y/N! Over here!” Song yelled from the top of his lungs and you cringed slightly when more than a few heads turned to look at the commotion. Ducking your head you swiftly walked over, slapping Song's arm half-heartedly. “Way to gain everyone’s attention,” you said with an eye roll and he whined, clutching his arm dramatically to which you chuckled.

“I don’t think that’s what gained everyone’s attention,” Junhoe commented, who stood next to a gaping Hanbin as he gave you an appreciative once-over, “Damn, you look nice.” You blushed a little, thanking him quietly and that was what knocked your boyfriend back to his senses. He shot a quick glare at his member before stepping closer to you, his expression turning dazed again as he wrapped his arms around you. “You look beautiful,” he said almost shyly, tugging at a strand of your hair affectionately. You smiled widely, “Thanks. You look pretty smart, too.”

“I’m always smart,” he stated obnoxiously, causing his other members to groan and turn away. You laughed at their reaction and the grumpy look Hanbin threw at them, tugging on the collar of his suit to turn him back to you cheekily. He immediately smirked, letting you pull him closer as you rubbed your nose against his and pecked his lips quickly. “How daring of you. Weren’t you always afraid of people watching?” he teased, rubbing circles on your back as he started swaying you both to the music. “Hm, yes,” you admitted, glancing around, “But people are otherwise preoccupied so I think this is okay.”

“I’m all for it,” he said, leaning his forehead against your temple as his lips brushed over your cheek, “Everyone should know you are mine here.”

“They already do,” you mumbled into his chest shyly, “You made sure of it.” His deep chuckle made you look up at him again, “Damn right, I did.”

The whole evening was spent with Hanbin glued to your side as you talked to people you had never talked to before in the company and you were surprised how you enjoyed this party more than you had expected. But you were reminded why you didn’t like parties when the music started blasting louder and the previously relaxed and small-talk atmosphere turned into a disco with people crowding the place to dance their hearts out.

You sighed for the umpteenth time as someone pushed you, elbowing your ribs and wondered how people could stand doing this every weekend. You sighed in relief when you spotted Hanbin with the others seated on one the rare couches where you had left them for a quick run to the toilet.

Just when you were about to step closer you were being pushed away to the side. ‘Having a drink in hand would be a disaster in a place like this,’ you thought randomly before you focused back on reaching the boys’.

You could hear their voices when you were close enough but stopped upon hearing what they were saying.

“Make one bet with this guy and he automatically falls in love,” Junhoe slurred, obviously already a little drunk.

You stared as they roared in laughter - especially Junhoe and Song - clapping high fives. Your boyfriend in the middle staying quiet and looking to the ground with his elbows leaning on his knees.

“It’s kind of cute...and a little pathetic,” Song remarked, nudging his leader playfully.

“Pathetic of him to fall for her or of her for falling for his lies?” Junhoe smirked, looking more at Hanbin.

“Both!” You bit your lip as they all started laughing, the sound of it piercing your chest like a knife as if they were repeatedly stabbing every inch of it. And here you thought, you had made friends. When it was all a lie from the very beginning.

You watched your boyfriend sigh in resignation but also smile a tiny smirk at their jests. “I still won, didn’t I?” he replied triumphantly, cutting off their teasing, “She is a sweet girl, but it was really easy.” Pang. “Don’t worry, though. I don’t want your money.” Pang. “I don’t need it anyways.” One blow after another to your heart.

“Yah, but wait!” Junhoe interrupted, wiggling his fingers, “She hasn’t said the three magic words to you yet.”

“She doesn’t need to. I know she loves me,” Hanbin said confidently, “All I have to do is say it first and she will reply. But I still got time, don’t I?” The smile with the dimple that used to make your pulse race caused it wilter in despair upon hearing his words.

“Are you going to break up with her after she said it?” Chanwoo asked and Junhoe ‘ooh’ed. “That would be one hell of a slap to her face!”

But Hanbin shook his head, his eyes softening, “No...I do really like her. She is a sweet girl.”

It went quiet for a bit until, “Pathetic!” Junhoe hollered and the others erupted into laughter again. Hanbin sighed, shaking his head with the same smile still plastered on his face. That was until he looked up and caught your eye. His face went slack as his eyes widened and he could immediately tell that you had heard everything. At this party, despite the loud music and the chattering, cheering crowd around you, you had heard everything.

And you wished you hadn’t.

“Y/N…,” he mouthed as you gave him one long, tear-filled glare before you turned away. For good.

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