#im working on a hansol one rn

[marriiemeii]

02. daily life at work

summary: just a typical day at work. not.

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"soojin," a voice calls out. people close by look over surprised that the mai park was calling out to someone.

"mai mai!" soojin exclaims, heading over to the other lady. there was a little hop in her step. when she reached mai, she gave her a quick hug.

"do u wanna go out for dinner?" mai asks the younger girl. soojin nods her head excitedly.

"of course! any opportunity to hangout is welcome to me," soojin smiles. mai nods and pats soojin's head before wrapping her arm around her shoulders.

"c'mon, there's people i gotta introduce you to," mai grumbles, guiding soojin somewhere else.

text chat: soonie + wonu

soonie: wonuuu

soonie: i know it's ur lunch rn

soonie: plsss i have a question

wonu: did u break your laptop again

soonie: NO, i havent done that since last time

wonu: good what do u want

soonie: does mai know the new intern?

there's a rumor saying those 2 are secretly dating

wonu: why are u listening to rumors anyways

soonie: cmooon i need some excitement in my work life

wonu: or are u making sure u dont lose ur bet

soonie: :0

wonu: everyone already knows the bet came from marketing

again

soonie: well if u already know just tell me plsss i need the advantage

wonu: they're college friends that's all im saying

soonie: thanks wonu! ily mwah😘😘

email:

to: carat publishing house staff

from: human resources department

subject: short updates meeting (optional)

body: good afternoon leads and staff,

we will be holding a short updates meeting today at 4:30PM. because the meeting is being held under short notice, the meeting will be optional.

we hope to see you there!

sincerely,

your human resources department

- with the editorial department

"hansol, you can go to the meeting," hansol's lead, jihoon, says without looking up from his work. the small office room that held 5 employees was quiet with jihoon's voice breaking the silence.

hansol looks up from his work to stare at his lead worker. "just me?"

"yeah, take notes and let me know what happens so i can tell the rest of the team."

"ah ok," hansol nods his head, pouting a bit. he had certain things he wanted to finish today at work but he would have to make some time tomorrow then depending on the meeting.

he could hear other staff mumbling that they wanted to go to the meeting. jihoon probably knew this so he only chose one person to go so the small department doesn't end up gwtting behind on work.

hansol sighed softly to himself. time to do extra work before the meeting so he doesn't have to play catch up tomorrow.

- with the financing department

"mingyu, do we have to go to the meeting?" chan asks his lead. mingyu looks up from the spreadsheets he was proofreading.

"what meeting?" he asks cluelessly, going back to reading.

"it was just sent by hr, mingyu," minghao says, his head poking out from behind his large monitor.

"oh! yeah we all have to go," he says. he looks over at soojin. "you too, soojin."

"eh really? but it's my first day. should i be there?" soojin asks surprised. he nods his head.

"of course, we gotta show off our new member y'know?" mingyu smiles.

"will we be behind if we all go though?" minghao asks. mingyu goes quiet. thinking about it.

"it's fine! we got a new addition to help us anyways!" mingyu says. chan and minghao shake their head at their lead and soojin just smiles awkwardly feeling a bit bad.

chan notices this and walks over to her. he pats her shoulder.

"welcome to the team, soojin. hope you can get used to mingyu's spontaneity."

"thanks, i hope so too."

"hey, don't brainwash her, chan. i see that look in your eyes too minghao!"

- with the marketing department

"i volunteer to go to the meeting for everyone!" soonyoung stands from his desk with his hand raised. everyone looks over at him from his sudden outburst.

it was silent at first, until everyone started talking at once.

"no, i should go because all you're gonna do is stare at mai all day," seokmin retorts.

"well all you're gonna do is stare at yeri all day," seungkwan says. seokmin stares at seungkwan with a look of betrayal as soonyoung and hayoon laugh.

"why can't we all just go?" seungcheol raises his hand. the lead of marketing looks over at seungcheol. "it's not going to be that long right?"

the lead nods hers head. "that's fine you can all go if you want, but soonyoung and seokmin you have to take notes. gotta make sure you're not just staring at mai and yeri."

soonyoung and seokmin look at their lead is exasperation. "i don't even like her!"

- with the it department

"are we going to the meeting?" junhui asks, his head against his arm that was on the table. he was looking at mai, who was typing on her laptop.

wonwoo stops typing and looks at mai, wondering what her response would be.

"do you want to go?" mai asks, continuing to work.

"hmm kind of. just curious about it. i finished my work for the day too," junhui says.

"i'd rather just hear about the meeting from an email or something," wonwoo says.

"junhui, we can go. wonwoo you can stay if you want," mai says. both of the boys smile, content with their lead's decision.

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[hansols-yoda-boxers]

For the smutty prompts thingy, 14 & 20 for scoups pls. 👀

14 + 20 “How quickly can you cum?” + “take off your clothes, but leave the heels on.“ 

Seungcheol x Female Reader

Word Count: 1033

Contents: fingering, hand job, biting kink, unprotected sex

smutty prompts game: closed

“This is a bad idea, this is a very bad bad idea Cheol.” You hissed as he tried to undo your dress while also keeping you pressed up against the wall. His hands were fumbling and his kisses were sloppy.

You didn’t get nearly enough time alone. It would be great if you had regular jobs and worked regular hours. It would be great if you could come home to each other each night and have sex like a normal couple.

But you weren’t. And both of you working in the entertainment industry meant you worked crazy hours. It meant you rarely had a free day or night to spend together. It meant that a lot your intimacy had to happen through phone calls and video chats. It meant that you both went on tour, at different times. It meant that sometimes one of you was away on tour for months and the first time you saw each there was backstage at an award show.

“It’ll be fine,” he murmured against your neck.

“Someone will notice we’re not in our seats, I can see the headlines now.” You shot back. As much as you wanted this, and you did want this, now was not the time.

“You know, I’m more worried about getting you out of this dress.” He mused, pushing the shoulder of your dress out of the way and starting to suck at a spot along your collarbone.

“I’m serious. There’s no way we have enou-” he cut you off with a kiss that had your head spinning. You were losing your resolve and quickly. It had been way too long since you had seen him and you wanted this too badly.

When he pulled back he gave you a look that had your knees going weak.

“Baby, take off your clothes, but leave the heels on.”

You’d never gotten out of a dress faster in your life.

His lips found their way back to your neck as your hands fumbled with his belt. You felt his hand slip down your body and slip into your panties. You muffled your moan against his hair as his fingers ran along your slit.

“You were really this wet and trying not to have sex with me?” he questioned.

“Cheollie honey?”

He brought his face up to look at you. “Yes, baby?”

“Shut up and finger me.”

He smirked. “Since you insisted.” You dropped your head into the crook of his neck as you pushed two fingers inside of you. You bit down on his neck to suppress a moan and he groaned in your ear.

“You’re so lucky my collar will cover that.” He warned.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know I like to bite,” you purred. Your hands found his belt again and undid his pants enough to push them down. You pulled his cock free from his boxers and slowly pumped it, earning low groans and a string of curse words from your boyfriend. You teased to tip of his cock before running your hand back down his length, enjoying the sounds you were pulling from him. In response his thumb found your clit, and rubbed slow circles while his fingers curled inside of you.

“Cheol,” you panted. “I’m having the time of my life, but-”

He pulled his fingers out of you, earning a whimper from you. He grinned at you. “I was thinking the same thing.” He brought his fingers to your lips. “Now be a doll and clean these off for me.”

You took his fingers into your mouth and gave him your largest, sweetest doe eyes.

“God, I wish I had time for you to suck me off,” he whined as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. When they were clean he pulled them from your mouth and gripped one of your thighs, lifting it. You hooked it around his waist as he pressed you back against the wall and lined himself up.

Seungcheol pushed in slowly, both of you moaning out at the feeling. You had been waiting for this for what felt like an eternity. It was worth it, no matter where you were or where you were supposed to be. You had needed this, you had both needed this.

You held onto him tightly as he thrust into you. You glanced around the dressing room and froze when you saw the TV.

“Cheollie, who did you say Seventeen goes on after?”

“Stray Kids,” he grunted. “Why is that important right now?”

“Because Stray Kids are about to go on.”

He whipped his head around to check the TV and confirm you were correct. If Stray Kids were just about to go on then he needed to be backstage with Seventeen.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and started to rub in hard, fast circles, his thrusts coming faster.

How quickly can you come, baby?” He asked in huffs. “Because I’m running out of time.”

“I t-told- I-I s-said- oh f-fuck,” Your head fell back against the wall as the ability to speak escaped you. You were lucky that his teasing looks and texts had you worked up before meeting him backstage. You dug your nails into his back as you started to shake.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled.

You screamed out his name as you came around him, a few thrusts later and he was cumming along with you. He took a hold of your chin and gave you a deep, passionate kiss before pulling out of your and carefully setting you down, making sure you could stand. By the time you caught your breath he was almost fully dressed.

“I’m sorry I have to go,” he said, giving you another quick kiss. “But they will actually kill me if I’m not there when it’s time to go on.”

You pulled your dress back on and he quickly helped you with the zipper. “It’s the life we live.”

“It is,” he sighed, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “But meet me in my hotel room later, I don’t know about you but I don’t have an early morning tomorrow.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Then I’ll see you there.”

[onceuponaloonatic]

i meant for this to be a little more so i’m sorry but this is the best i can do with my courseload rn it’s a namo drabble in the new misahyo au i hope you enjoy !! 🥺🥺

tw: ptsd, learning disabilities, panic attacks, etc...

Nayeon really wouldn’t say they planned to have Kazumi when they did. It may sound strange, since they obviously had worked very hard to have Kazumi, as they had to go through all the work of finding a doctor and doing the procedure over and over again. But despite all the work that went into having her, Kazumi Hirai-Im was not planned.

A part of her regretted adopting the twins right before they had Kazumi. It wasn’t that she regretted having any of them, and she wouldn’t trade a single one of them for the world, the timing was just not ideal. 

They found the twins through a co-worker of Momo’s. Momo’s coworker’s husband was a social worker, and she was complaining about the twins when he first brought them to her home. She said she was used to him bringing random children home occasionally, but that these two were especially problematic. She talked about how she couldn’t sleep because the girl kept having nightmares and that the boy would always steal food when he thought she wasn’t looking. And apparently, the two were not getting along with her co-worker’s children. Taking the twins in as a favor for Momo’s co-worker was supposed to be a short term thing. It was just a crazy idea Momo had had after a long day at work. She had seen how stressed her coworker was, and ever the people pleaser she had just offered without thinking much. She didn’t even ask Nayeon until after she offered. (In Momo’s defense, Nayeon was teaching a class at the time so it’s not like she could have answered that second, but Nayeon still held it against her.) Nayeon didn’t take much convincing though, once she laid eyes on the twins, she fell in love. Nayeon loved kids, and seeing those two young children completely melted all of her inhibitions. 

They had some issues with the twins at first. Haneul did in fact have pretty violent nightmares, plus getting her to open up was nearly impossible. Jae opened up easier, but he did have some quirks. He stole food and hid it under his bed frequently. One day, Momo found it under his bed when she was trying to clean, and when she tried to address it with him he had a meltdown. Haneul had run over when she heard her brother crying, and tried to be protective over him, physically putting herself between Momo and her brother, glaring at Momo the best she could at her young age . Momo had reassured them both it was okay and she wasn’t mad, and that if they needed more food, they would gladly give it to them. It just needed to be kept in a better place, in case there were ants. That explanation seemed to calm them both down, but it was a testament to how they both still didn’t trust them. 

A few days of taking care of the twins quickly turned to a few weeks, and that was when Momo and Nayeon knew they wanted to keep them forever. Sure they were difficult, but they were also sweet. They had been hurt, and they needed patience and care that the foster system couldn’t provide for them. It wasn’t much later Nayeon found out she was pregnant with Kazumi. 

It was right about when they had talked to the twins about the idea of them staying with them forever. They were both so young, forever was a difficult concept to grasp. But they had agreed that they were nice. Jae said they had good food and Haneul said she “liked their puppy.” They were in the process of officially adopting the two of them and not just fostering them when they found out. Nayeon had only gotten the procedure once after the twins came into their lives. She had only done it since they had already paid for the session, and she was convinced it wasn’t going to work. But it had. And now they were in a difficult situation.

Of course they were happy they were having a baby, but it would make things complicated with the twins. They both knew it would, they knew the twins would feel like they were being replaced and that they didn’t want them, which was so untrue. Nayeon and Momo both wanted both the twins and the new baby so so much.  

When they eventually did tell them, they reacted how they expected. They had tried to phrase it to them like a proposition for them to be a big brother and big sister, and tried to reassure them they still wanted them, but it didn’t work. It ended with a poorly planned attempt to run away by Haneul that ended with her falling down the last two by their front door and breaking her arm. Jae, despite being on board with the run away plan, was so freaked out by Haneul’s crying he instantly ran to them crying. Of course they were mad, but they were more worried about the twins. They took Haneul to the emergency room and Momo stayed with her, holding her tight in her arms as she got a cast for the first time while Nayeon held Jae, who still hadn’t calmed down either. 

After Haneul had a purple cast put on her wrist and they had all gotten some sleep, they talked about it with them. They told them they were worried and that they didn’t want them doing that again. They also talked to them again about how even if they were going to have a baby, they still wanted both of them. It was the first night they told the twins they loved them. 

After that they were still a little skittish about baby things, but they seemed to open up to them a lot more. Especially Haneul. She seemed a lot more comfortable with them after that incident. Her nightmares even started to slow down a bit. 

When the two met Kazumi for the first time, they both kind of fell in love with her. They both giggled about how small she was and how silly she looked. They loved calling her Zumi and helping out with them as much as they could. They were just about as helpful as young children could be, but Nayeon and Momo both thought it was so cute. It was a nice change, and they could see they were both kind of coming around and accepting Kazumi as their little sister. 

That time right after Kazumi was born was hard. Between waking up for Kazumi and for the twins' nightmares, they barely got any sleep. And trying to keep up with the twins' newfound energy now that they were more comfortable with them and Kazumi was hard. But they managed, even if sometimes it seemed like they wouldn’t. They even enjoyed it. They loved their family so much. Even if Kazumi’s timing wasn’t great they were happy to have her, and it seemed the twins felt the same.

Things never really got easier. They just, changed as the kids got older. Hanuel’s nightmares got better, but she started showing clearer signs of PTSD and anxiety. Jae was having trouble keeping up in school and was struggling with some of the same PTSD as Haneul. Kazumi had issues with seperation anxiety. It started when she was a baby, but it got worse when she started school. It wasn’t just towards Nayeon and Momo either. She directed it towards both her brother and her sister as well. The first night Jae had a sleepover, Kazumi had insisted on saying up until he got back. Of course, she ended up falling asleep in Momo and Nayeon’s bed, but she had pushed herself to stay up later than usual. Haneul didn’t like being separated from their family too much either, so they guessed it had rubbed off on Kazumi too. Haneul specifically hated being separated from Jae. They had been together forever, she absolutely hated being separated from him. That first night he had a sleepover and after Kazumi fell asleep, Haneul had a meltdown in their kitchen. It took almost an hour of gently holding her and telling her Jae was fine for her to calm down. Once she was calm, she fell asleep, but getting her there had been difficult. Jae always seemed the most okay with separation. He was a little more trusting than Haneul, and he wasn’t as attached to people as Kazumi. He still had issues, specifically in school and with anger, but he was better than his sisters in the making friends department. 

Once all the kids were in elementary school, Momo went back to work full time and things did feel a little smoother. Not easier, just smoother. They both had a pretty good idea of what they were doing and even if there were times they felt overwhelmed, it felt easier to deal with. Over time, things just got more and more polished to the point they were like a well oiled machine. Of course there were times things hit a snag. 

The first major snag they hit was learning to manage Jae’s dyslexia. He had been diagnosed in first grade, but at first his teachers had said he had a mild case and would be fine with little intervention. But by third grade he started hating school, refusing to go no matter what Nayeon and Momo promised. After some probing they found out he was just struggling a lot in school at the time, and they took him to a specialist that helped lay out a learning plan that could work with him. They had always known Jae was really smart, but once he started getting the care he needed his life improved a lot. He was angry less often and he started to like school more and more. 

The next came with Haneul. While she had never struggled in school, making friends was never something she was good at. She was shy, and didn’t really seem to get along with her classmates very well when they tried to force her to open up. She got along with her brother and sister, and she got along with Emi, Jeongho, and Hansol pretty well, but she really struggled getting along with anyone else. They thought she would be fine with that, but when Jae started to make his own friends and have his own life things changed. She seemed more withdrawn and she even started taking it out on Momo and Nayeon. It felt like all the progress they had made towards their relationship was cast aside as Hanuel lashed out at them for weeks. It took a couple group therapy sessions with both of them and Haneul for them to figure it out, but once they did everything became really clear. Haneul ended up having to work with another therapist for a while, one who specialized in social skills, but it ended up working out for her. She was only able to make a few friends, but it did wonders to improve her mood and overall happiness. 

Kazumi was always the easy kid. Sure, she was the youngest and so she was more needy at times than her older siblings but overall she didn’t really require as much from her parents as her siblings. She always got okay grades and her social skills were arguably the best in the family. The only issue they ran into with Kazumi was her separation issues, but other than that she really was an easy kid. She even helped her parents out with her siblings, becoming pretty in tune with both of them emotionally from a young age and understanding them even better than their parents sometimes. As they got older, the kids mellowed out. By the age of fourteen, Jae didn’t even go to therapy anymore. Of course, they still recommended they keep an eye on him, but he was in a good place emotionally and was happy in his life. Haneul wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so much to her own chagrin she stayed in it. 

“I don’t understand why Jae’s allowed to stop and I’m not.” Haneul was the only one in the car with Momo. She was usually the one to take Haneul to her therapy appointments as Nayeon usually had a class around that time, so she had gotten used to it over the years. When she was little Momo had a little tradition of taking her to get ice cream after each appointment. “We’ve talked about this kiddo, it’s just until both your therapist and you feel comfortable stopping.” Momo informed, turning the car on. She had gotten used to waiting for appointments like this. Nayeon usually had work, so she was the one who usually took care of little appointments like this. 

“I feel comfortable.” Haneul pouted. “Your therapist doesn’t think it’s a great idea sweetie.” Momo sighed. “I know you are frustrated,  but really, it’s okay. Being in therapy is okay. You are doing well, and we are so proud of you.” “Fine.” Haneul pouted. 

“Ha-chan I can tell you are frustrated but this is what’s best for you.” Momo sighed. “Cheer up. You can get toppings on your ice cream if you want?” “Can I get M&Ms?” Haneul asked. “Yeah, whatever you want. Just don’t tell your brother and sister.” Momo rubbed one of Haneul’s arms. “Fine.” Haneul sighed again uncurling herself from the ball she had curled up in. Momo couldn’t help but smile. Haneul had grown up so fast. She remembers when she first came to stay with them. She was so tiny back then, so frail and so fragile. She used to cry when anyone would raise their voice at her. She used to get upset by loud noises. When things fell or when the tv made a loud noise, she would always freak out. She was so much better now. And she had put in so much work for them to get this far, and Momo was just so incredibly proud of her for getting this far. 

“Hey mama?” “Hm?”  Momo hummed as she began driving. “Why-why did you and Mom decide to take Jae and I in?” Haneul asked, her eyes nervously darting around. “I mean- you never really told us why. And Zumi and I were talking about this the other day and I realized I couldn’t really answer the question. I know you guys were still going through the whole science procedure thing, that's why Zumi was born, but why did you decide to take us in while you are doing that?” Haneul asked. “Well… I guess you are old enough to talk about it.” Momo nodded. “Well… you know my coworker Miss Kim? Her husband is your social worker.” “Yeah- I guess I remember her.” Haneul shrugged. “Yeah, anyway she was the first to take you two in. But it wasn’t really working out. You weren’t getting along with her kids, so she asked me to take you two in for a few days. I didn’t even ask your mom before I said yes. I knew she was struggling and I just- you guys just needed a place to stay. When I told your mom she was a bit mad, but she agreed. Once we had you two, it just-it felt right. We loved having you two- we loved you two.” Momo explained. “Kazumi did have interesting timing, but it worked itself out in the end. We love all three of you and really wanted to have all of you.” 

“So you just- you just decided you wanted to keep us?” “It less of we decided it- we just, it felt right. We couldn’t imagine letting the two of you go, even when we found out about Zumi.” Momo explained. “Well… Thank you.” “Of course kiddo.” Momo giggled. “We love you so much Ha-chan, you and your siblings.” “Yeah yeah.” Haneul giggled. “I know and...” “And?” “And I love you too.” Momo smiled at Haneul. She really meant it. She loved them more than anything in the entire world.

[bootyful-seventeen]

do you know any svt writers who write for male readers? (im not sure if you do, ive only recently followed)

I accept writing for male readers cuz the boys deserve some content too but rn it’s being limited to asks about it cuz I’m up to my neck with requests for full length fics. But!!!! I am working on a joshua x male readers fic so hopefully that’ll be done soon. As for blogs that could write about male readers, I think @hansols-yoda-boxers @thetypingpup @candiedmingyu and @guccisvt do them? I’m not 100% sure but you’d have to go through the faq/rules page or ask if they don’t have one

[juunshua]

Mnet's parent company, cje&m, is said to have bought a good bit of pledis's shares (on the down low so it's not really known) and that's how pledis became involved with off the record, and people are saying they're the ones who offed pristin too, some say cause their concept is similar to what otr groups have but that part is entirely conjecture. But basically mnet has the pledis groups now and I am terrified

i do wonder, has it really been on the down low? i had no idea that cje&m had bought pledis’ shares but i was suspicious of some activity because i was certain they had ties; pledis was getting involved in literally everything mnet did. pledis’ ceo appearing on produce 48 was a major ‘red flag,’ so to speak. ive just been side eyeing the mnet/pledis relationship for the past couple of years since it always looked really fishy to me. and yeah thats another thing ive always wondered about...if otr had something to do with what happened with pristin, not because of concepts (to me the girls to me are rather diff hahaha to put it very broadly, pristin felt like older sisters, izone are like same age sisters, and then fromis like younger sisters), but bc hss has 1/16th of a brain cell and it hurts for him to use it for more than one girl group at a time. i had predicted a while ago that we wouldnt be seeing pristin for a some time because of otr and the new ggs, at least for the span of izones contract, but who knew we were going to see pristin and after school disband in front of our eyes (but i suppose that one interview with hss where they mentioned every other group he managed except pristin should have been a clue). i feel like though im just very curious about what this relationship bw otr and pledis is and if it’ll give us any insight to any of pledis’ decisions. according to wiki at least (these statements could be wrong) stone music ent (cje&m) set up otr? so how did pledis get involved? why is hss the ceo of otr instead of a cje&m person? does pledis hold more say in otr than cje&m? what is hss’ role in both these companies? is he focusing more on otr than on pledis? you know if you squint your eyes, svts promotions are kind of similar to izones, but for izone it makes sense. they were a group that was created with the intention of being a group that cross promoted in korean and jpn (despite them only debuting with 3 jpn members but thats a story for another day). following the popularity of produce 48 and the immense success of their debut, them releasing a song and then going to jpn works because their impact was really huge enough for them to stay afloat even with promotions outside of the country. but with svt its kind of like...? why are we spending so much energy in jpn when they should be spending this time to establish their definitive hold in the krn market, and then focus efforts more on jpn. i feel as if rn im still more scared of hss than with what mnet can do to these pledis groups (hey, they gave us hansol on that tutoring show i loved seeing that side to him. when would pledis ever give that opportunity to him also we got svt club! which i enjoyed quite a bit) 

[boomboombitches-blog1]

Now or Never

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: Smut, angst, a lil fluff 

Warnings: Jealousy, arguing, cursing, sex and bad writing

Word count: 7746

A/n: hi i’ve had no sleep in over 24 hours so if theres any details in there or anything that i messed up plz tell me and i’ll fix it asap forgive me its bad (also if youre wondering why the title has no relevance that would be because i’m shit at titling things and im listening ti Now or Never by sf9 rn)

There were a lot of things that you didn't know about your boyfriend. In all the cliches, someone could read their lover just by looking in their eyes, scanning their face. They knew their thoughts, their feelings- everything- just by glancing at their face. But, it was never like that with Vernon. It wasn't that you were bad at reading people- far from it. You were great at reading people, truly, it was just that he didn't show emotion. More often than not, his face was completely blank- confused looking, even. It wasn't that he was an emotionless monster,  just that he was used to not showing how he felt. It was as if he had two feelings- excited and confused. He smiled, laughed exaggeratedly when he thought something was funny- sometimes even made a funny face when he thought something was strange, but aside from that, there was nothing. Though, as you danced with Jeonghan at a company party, hips swaying playfully and your hands in his, you could feel a gaze- one you easily recognized to be that of your boyfriend- burning a hole in the back of your head.

You glanced around, slightly concerned for him, but when your eyes met through the crowd, his face was emotionless, as usual. There were no visual cues to tell you something was off, so you gave him a small smile before turning back around. You didn't see it, but he didn't smile back.

He had left you alone an hour or so earlier to participate in a music conversation that you knew nothing about with Jihoon and Seungcheol, and you were an independent woman- you could find something to entertain yourself with without his help. And you did. You and Jeonghan had been talking, laughing, and dancing for almost the entire time- you'd run into him shortly after escaping the corner, and you already knew each other well, as he was probably the one of Hansol's bandmates that you were closest to, so it was easy and not awkward to move to the dance floor together.

You were goofing off, holding each others hands and spinning around, pulling each other closer and pushing each other away, just messing around and laughing.

Truthfully, after awhile, you kind of forgot about Hansol, you were having too much fun with Jeonghan and you figured that he would've found something else to do. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, instead just enjoying your time with Jeonghan, since you didn't really get much time between work and schooling and their idol lives to spend with anyone other than Hansol, when he came home late at night after practice.  

Eventually, of course, it was almost midnight and your feet were aching in your heels, so you decided it was time to leave. You looked around for Hansol, but pouted when you didn't see him. You shouldn't, since it was supposed to be professional, a company celebration for a company you didn't even work at- but you couldn't help it as you bent down to pull your heels off in an attempt to restore blood flow to your feet, wincing as you did so.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, crouching down in front of you.

"Hop on." He rolled his eyes. "I'll find your boyfriend and carry you to your car. You can't walk barefoot."

With a sigh, you mumbled a thanks and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, letting him hold you up under the thighs as you rest your head on your own arm in the crook of his neck. His body was lean, strong, even if he didn't look to have much muscle, he certainly had enough to carry you around, and you could feel it beneath you.

You stayed quiet, eyes closed sleepily as he carried you around the room in search of your boyfriend. Your dress, long and loose, was tight around your thighs at the way he was holding you, but you paid it no mind, so long as it didn't come up. It was a few minutes of wandering- you were sure he had to have circled the whole room by then- before you felt him perk up, and his speed increase determinedly. "Hansol!" He called, and you felt that same blank stare gaze into you, but from further away. 

Soon enough, Jeonghan came to a stop, but by that time you were already asleep.

"Are you ready to go home? (Y/n) is tired, i think her heels were hurting her feet-"

"They were."  Hansol interrupted, though his voice sounded calm, normal.

He wasn’t looking at that point, but he could practically hear Jeonghan furrow his eyebrows in confusion, cocking his head to the side. "Why didn't you tell her to change them, then? Whatever, it doesn't matter now. I'm gonna head out too, so if you want to stay longer i can drop her off at your house." He offers, shifting to hold you up better.

Hansol's eyes flickered down to Jeonghan's hands beneath your thighs, and he felt a pang in his chest. He wanted to grab you, pull you to his chest and assert his dominance over Jeonghan- but that was disrespectful to his hyung, and you weren't some object he could claim. He didn't want to be some jealous asshole- he had never felt jealous like this before and truthfully he had no idea how to handle it- but at the same time the last thing he wanted was to let Jeonghan take you home- to sit back and watch you fall for him instead- and so he stepped forward, opening his arms in an offer to take you.

"No, i've been waiting on her to leave anyways."

Jeonghan hums, carefully deflecting Hansol's attempt to take you. "Don't worry," He smiles kindly, holding you up with only one hand as he reaches up to ruffle the younger's hair with his other before dropping it back down to hold you up. "I've already got her and i'm going that way anyways, it's just extra hassle to switch now. Besides, i think she fell asleep."

Hansol didn't argue further. But as your fingers finally finished loosening around the straps of your heels and they fell to the floor, he knew Jeonghan was right and bent down to grab them. "We should go then." He mumbled, scowling at the floor for a moment before he got back up and followed Jeonghan out of the building.

The walk to the car was silent, Hansol eventually slipping in front of Jeonghan to lead him through the parking lot, straight to your car. If you were awake, you would've been proud of him for finding it so quickly. He himself was quite impressed, but he was slightly more concerned with Jeonghan's hands practically on your ass than how quickly he found the car, so rather than pausing to congratulate himself, he quickly unlocked the car and opened the passenger door, helping his elder gently set you down in the seat. As soon as Jeonghan was out of the way, he bent over and placed your heels on the floor by your feet, fixing your dress carefully.

You had already begun shifting, Hansol recognized it as you waking up, and so he stalled closing the door a bit, stepping back to give Jeonghan a quick hug in farewell.

"You're a lucky man." Jeonghan hummed into his ear, gently patting Hansol's back. "She dances well."

He meant it playfully, intended no harm, but Hansol couldn't bring himself to take it like that. All he heard was Jeonghan flirting with his girlfriend, and the pictures in his mind- pictures of you playing around with him- looked like you flirting right back. He bit his lip.

Hansol was a pacifist. He didn't lose his temper, never argued, and certainly never laid a hand on anyone- but god if he didn't want to shove Jeonghan. Usually, he wouldn't take anything from it, he wouldn't mind you playing around with Jeonghan or anyone, but his own silent insecurities had been picking at him recently, and you looked so pretty beside Jeonghan. He remembered clearly at the beginning of your relationship when you had only just been seen out with the boys but it wasn't revealed that you were dating anyone- and of course it was Jeonghan everyone thought you were with. Jeonghan was beautiful, almost as beautiful as you- and Hansol just wasn't in your league. Everyone knew it. Hansol didn't get insecure very often, he trusted in himself and liked himself enough to ignore any possible insecurities- but you were the one he would never be able to push to the side.

"Yeah..." Hansol replied politely. "I am."

Jeonghan pulled back first, ruffling Hansol's hair once more before he waved goodbye and headed off to find his own car. When Hansol turned to close your door, you were awake- straightened in your seat and sleepily rubbing your eyes.

"Did I fall asleep?" You wondered out loud.

Yeah, Hansol thought silently. On Jeonghan.

He closed your door without a reply.

You jumped in surprise, turning to eye the door and watching as he walks around the car, eyeing him confusedly. There was really nothing in particular that he was doing to show that he was frustrated, you could tell something was off. Though you would've expected him to say something before he closed the door, there were times he had done the same before, and he wasn't frustrated at all. You just decided to accuse the way he seemed to speed walk around the car, the way his fists looked to be a bit more clenched than usual- even if that wasn't really something you could judge just from a glance.

It was almost as if you could hear his footsteps- stomps on the pavement, feel them shake the car. You couldn't, of course, he wasn't Godzilla- but something in you feels like he wishes he was- the vibe he's giving off seems about as destructive.

The car did, truly, shake when he pulled the door opened, dropped down into his seat (looking calmer than he seemed) and closed it back.

"Buckle your seatbelt." He mumbled, buckling his own as he spoke. He could feel your eyes on him- he knew you could tell something was off.  After he had clicked his seatbelt into place, and you were still, slowly, moving your hands towards the lock though your eyes followed him, he glanced up and met your gaze, raising an eyebrow and reaching over to click it in for you.

He seemed... Normal. Too normal. He was acting completely as he always did, when he seemed so off earlier- but you didn’t know what it was.  Maybe you were crazy? Or maybe it was being so tired, your feet burning where you'd overworked them, that distracted you from seeing that he was completely fine.

You looked away.

Clearly, he was fine- he gave you no true reason to second-guess that, so was it really right of you to question him? You paused, staring out the windshield as he backed out of the parking lot, and your thoughts gathered in your mind. Was it within your rights to wonder if he was okay, when you felt like he wasn't? As his girlfriend of two years, friend of one and a half- the person he practically lived with, the person he loved and the person who loved him? Yes.

He was entirely focused on the road when you turned back around, though there were no cars and the liveliest thing on the street was a flickering streetlamp a few feet away. He was tense- fingers practically drained of all color from how tight they gripped the steering wheel, and his chest was puffed- back straighter than usual. The radio was off for once, you assumed he had turned it of as he started the car up but you weren't paying attention- you were too lost in your thoughts.

"What's wrong?" You asked, voice soft enough to not frighten him as it tore through the silence, but loud enough for him to hear, to recognize, and to reply to.

Unfortunately for you, he didn't seem to be much in the mood to reply, as he remained silent instead and simply shifted a bit in his chair, eyes wandering the signs and road around him almost calmly. He bore a strange resemblance to a statue- it seemed like the only parts of him moving were his eyes and his hands on the wheel- but his eyes didn't seem to want to land on you.

"Sol." You said, voice a bit more demanding than you intended, though he could tell you were only worried. "What's wrong, Hansol? i don't understand."

He bit his lip- on the side that you couldn't see- though mentally he was biting his tongue. You did nothing wrong, he has no reason nor right to start an argument with you. He knows that, only he can't bring himself to try and assure you he's fine for fear that he'll snap as soon as he opens his mouth. God- he's usually so much calmer- so much better at controlling his emotions. He rarely even got angry in the first place, but when he did it wasn't something he couldn't handle. The thought crossed his mind over and over, surrounded by 'why's and a mental road map back to your apartment, where he usually stayed.

Maybe he should drop you off and head back to the dorm for the night- get good rest and cool off. Let his insecurities simmer down before they cause problems. More problems.

"Why are you ignoring me?" You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. "Did i do something wrong?" You were getting angry. It wasn't like him to ignore you. It wasn't like him to get angry in the first place- but when he did it wasn't something he would avoid- he would try and talk it out with you before it turned into an actual argument- and it worked. You had only gotten in one argument your whole relationship and even still it wasn't bad enough to damage your relatiohship. "Stop it Hansol, you're not making fucking anything better by not saying anything!"

Still, he didn't reply. His blood was boiling- he really didn't want to hear anything, he didn't want to talk or explain or even acknowledge his anger until he got home, drank some water, and let you calm down. Both of you were tired- he knew well that you had a tendency to lose your temper much quicker when you were tired, and he did, too. You didn't know that about him, though, and you didn't need to. He despised arguing with everything he had in him- but when you hissed an insult at him in your frustration- figuring he was too busy ignoring you to hear it anyways, he didn't give you a moment to regret it before he barked, "Would you fucking shut up already?"

You jumped in your seat, eyes widening in surprise. It wasn't like him to shout- or lose his temper in general, especially not so fast- but he didn't give you any more time to think on it before slamming the brakes on in your apartment's parking lot, grabbing the keys, and storming away. There was no way you were going to let him have the last word- not when that was his choice of what to say. You probably broke a fingernail- and definitely forgot your shoes in your haste to unbuckle yourself and get out of the car. The door slammed behind you and the rough, cold concrete stung your already aching feet as you chased after him, long dress held up in your hands to keep you from tripping over it.

"Hansol!" You shouted. "Don't you fucking dare-" A door slammed. Your apartment door. He was already back to ignoring you.  The neighbors were the last thing on your mind when you finally got up the stairs to your apartment, opening your door just to slam it back behind you. You immediately found him standing in your kitchen, back to the door as he chugged down a bottle of water, back clearly tense. "How dare you run off and leave me in the car! I was talking to you-"

"No, you were shouting at me." He cut you off, voice biting with poison laced through each syllable spit from the tip of his tongue. This time, you were prepared- didn't let the sting get to you.

"And how else was i going to get you to listen, your highness? I was trying to help you and you wouldn't even fucking listen to me! I can't solve your problems if you won't tell me what the hell they are!"

Your words sent a chill up Hansol's spine, because he knew you were right. He was rarely one to speak out of anger, but you could feel it coming as he tensed, slamming his cup down on the countertop and whirling around to glare at you.

"You!" He snapped, raising his hand to point his finger at you, stepping closer and closer with every word. "You are my problem!" His eyes were slits, breaths heavy and sooner than you would've liked- he had your back against the wall. He still kept his distance, but it was his glare that had you pinned. You were glaring right back- you didn't feel afraid of him- you were no less capable than him in any way- because any way you might've been was a way he'd never dare to use. You trusted him, even if you were furious at him.

"Then why didn't you tell me that in the first place!" You asked. You were still shouting, it was easy to hear the boiling anger in your voice, but he also heard a little bit of hurt. He was still angry, tired- maybe even still jealous- but he couldn't stand the idea of hurting you. The argument didn't mean that much to him- not this time. His face softened just a bit, and though you could still see the fire in his eyes, you didn't attempt to escape when he moved even closer, the same hand which he had raised in a threatening point falling open to cup your hot cheek.

You were chest to chest now, eyes closing as you started to melt into his touch.

"You can't just walk over here and hold me and expect me to not be angry anymore." You mumbled, feeling his forehead press to yours, free hand falling to your hip.

"I know." He replied, voice lower than usual, softer than yours.  "Don't think i'm not mad anymore, either."

With that, his head ducked a bit lower and his lips pressed to yours, chapped against soft. Your lipstick had long since faded, but your chapstick still tasted like cherries and he sighed against your mouth. The second your lips moved against his, both of you knew where it was going, and neither of you minded. His head turned to the side, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips and swirled with yours. You could feel his anger in passion, lips gentle but tongue rough and grip tight on your waist, and it wasn't long before he had stepped back, both hands settling on your hips to pull you off the wall with him. He stayed there for a moment, holding you up and continuing to kiss you slowly, deeply, as one of his hands migrated to his own waist to interlock his fingers with yours. Finally, his lips disconnected from yours. He didn't pull away just yet, once more pressing his swollen lips to yours to break the string of your mixed saliva still connecting you.

The thumb of his free hand came up as he pulled back, forehead still pressed to yours, and he swiped your bottom lip gently to clean it off. Your eyes connected in a mutual agreement.

He pulled away fully, the only thing still connecting you being your interlocked hands, and your eyes followed his wet thumb as he dropped it to wipe it on his pants, body turning to lead you back towards the bedroom.

The air held an impossible mix of anger, relaxation, and tension- but there was a silent promise that everything would unravel- the both of you would be fine. You would exert all your energy- all your anger in a way that was less mutually harmful and at least for tonight, you could be okay.

Your apartment wasn't big, and therefore it was hardly long until you were in your bedroom, your boyfriend practically shoving you down on your bed. Your mattress bounced under your weight, and again when he climbed on top of you, knees on either side of your hips. He wasted no time in connecting your lips, fingers tracing up and down your sides unconsciously as he kissed you, his thoughts and feelings relaying in his embrace.

Your hands wound around his back, gently pulling his shirt up to the base of his neck. He didn't hesitate to sit up, arms folding above his head to tug his shirt off and toss it on the floor behind him. Only then did he sit back at take a moment to truly look at you. Your hair was splayed out behind you, dress tighter to your body than it had been all night- eyes wide and blown with a mixture of too many different emotions for him to calculate when he was still confused over his own. You were beautiful- too beautiful for him by a long shot.

You gazed up at him with the same love, watching as his long hair fell in his eyes and he flicked his head to try and move it so that he could see you better. You smiled a bit, grabbing his wrists and carefully pulling him down on top of you again, to which he, in turn, smiled.

You shared a silent agreement as you met each other's eyes. Past this point, no more anger. Not tonight. It was mutual- you could read it from his eyes and he, yours, and no more words had to be spoken before his lips were locked with yours again. Your fingers tangled in his hair and he hummed, voice like a song through the silence and you missed it as soon as the echo faded.

There was no need to move quickly, normally you would have gotten a bit impatient, but after a fight so severe compared to the rest of your- still rare- playful bickering- the both of you felt the need to go a bit slower, at least for now, and spend more time being close and loving than as mindless and fast paced as you might've usually been in a situation like this.

You could taste your own cherry chapstick on your lips, as by now any remnants of it were long past stolen by him, and you could feel his hands slipping behind your back, raising you slightly off the bed as he fondled the zipper of your dress, almost like asking for permission. In reply, you arched your back off the bed to let him slowly drag the zipper down, lips still massaging your own. His hair was tickling your face now, instead of his own, but you didn't mind, simply twirling the long, soft strands around your fingers rather than trying to push it out of your face, because you knew it would just fall back anyways.

His elbows settled on the bed, wrists bending awkwardly as he tugs the straps down, letting the fabric brush the skin of your arms before he finally pulls back a bit, thighs holding himself up rather than his elbows as he wiggled the dress off of you- somehow never disconnecting your lips in the process. The air hit your skin like a wave of cold water, rolling up the sand as the tide comes in, and you gasped against his mouth. It wasn't hard to recognize the slight tug of his lips as a smirk, and you felt his warm hands trail down your bare, cold skin.

By now, your dress was tugged down to your waist, a bare black bra the only thing to cover any part of your torso, and his lips broke away from yours, soft and wet as they trailed down your jaw, then down your neck. He left a warm trail of gentle,  but somewhat sloppy kisses down the side of your neck before stopping to nip at your collarbone for a few moments. His breath was warm, you could feel it roll over your skin every time he exhaled, and it made you shudder, your hands travelling down from his hair to gently rub over his back and shoulders, fingertips digging into his skin, massaging his tense muscles wherever you can. You can feel him hum against your skin in appreciation, his lips slowly dragging down further, hands sliding back up to unclip your bra. Once more, you arched your back to give him better access, which in turn shoved your boobs into his face- to which he raised his eyebrows  and let his lips pull back into an amused, smirk-like grin.

He smoothly unclasped your bra and dropped his head back down, nipping at the insides of your breasts and smiling to himself as your whole body goes rigid, then un-tenses at the movements of his mouth on your sensitive skin. His big hands remain splayed across your back- holding it up and holding you closer to him as his mouth continues to travel- to explore the softest part of your body.

His hands start to move- just to rub back and forth across your back as the tip of his tongue drags a wet line up to your nipple, and then pulls his tongue back to press a barely-there kiss to the very tip of your bud. You sucked in a breath, a high-pitched whine fighting to escape from the back of your throat as he teases you. Amused, he chuckles to himself. His eyes follow your expressions as you bite your lip, closing your eyes in a futile attempt to hide the lust-blown pupils that he had already seen. Maybe at some time, he would've been compelled to tease you. To pin you down, tie you up, make you beg for what you wanted- but right there, in that moment, he was only there to please you, and he didn't want you to beg. He didn't want you to do anything but lay there and let him worship you, for that was his apology and the least that you deserved after the things he had said, even just the things he had thought.

Luckily for him, taking his time and making you feel good just so happened to be something he very much enjoyed.

His lips wrapped around your pert nipple, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your hands habitually entangling in his hair once more. It was different with him than it was with everyone else.  You knew it sounded cheesy even in your head, but your love for him was so intense that the smallest touch felt like heaven- especially when the heat of the night already had you anticipating his touch. Your reactions, he noted, were amusingly similar to your first time. As the trails of saliva he left quickly chilled and dried against your skin, you squirmed almost in discomfort at the sensation. His lips unlocked from around your nipple, and he smirked to himself as he repeated the first motions, dragging his tongue back down through the valley of your breasts and up before circling your nipple. Once again, he pulled back, watching in amusement as the wetness chilled on your skin and you, once again, squirmed and winced. He pressed another short, soft kiss before he locked his lips around you and sucked, almost harshly. You felt one of his hands immediately pull back from around you, the other centering to hold you up as the first kneads your breast generously.

A wave of heat rolls through your core, and this time you do whimper a bit, loosening your grip on his hair to gently, playfully smack the back of his head for surprising you. He chuckled against you, which made you hit him again, which ended with his teeth nipping at your skin in retaliation. You hissed at him, and he kindly released your bud from his harsh mouth. "Done with that?"

"Done with that." You confirmed. He chuckled to himself, slipping his arms from around (and on you, though a bit busy squeezing and playing with your breasts) to push himself up and lean over, pecking your lips softly in apology.

"Do you want me to eat you out?"

You smacked him again, this time just on the shoulder, and he laughed softly, eyes lighting up into crescents and his grin tugged up more to one side- almost smug. He could tell you were embarrassed just by your short reaction, but he didn't really care. He found it cute.

"Can i just fuck you then?"

For the third time, a smack.

With a laugh, he dropped his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose brush your skin. "I'm taking that as a yes, since we've already fucked whatever mood we might've had anyways."

You didn't argue. Not even a playful smack was received by him- but you wanted to as you were decently certain that your cheeks were hot enough to replace a radiator in the winter as he quickly began to pepper hot, wet kisses back down your body at a pace almost too quick for you to keep up. His fingers curled into the waist of your dress where it was folded over, and he immediately started to wriggle it down, careless to the fact that your hips were still resting on the bed. Even with that, though, he managed to drag it down your legs rather quickly, to which you shivered softly as the air from your fan hit where the fabric had been protecting just seconds earlier. You were feeling increasingly submissive under his gaze, but you still couldn't help but raise your leg as soon as he gave you an opportunity and brushed the clear bulge in his neat work pants with your knee, to which he flinched back and stuttered in the movements of his hands. You smirked, though that hardly lasted long as he quickly retaliated with a quick press on your clit. Your eyes clenched shut, body twitching in surprise as your nerves were shocked with the warmth of his thumb. When you relaxed, you did so with a subtle roll of your eyes that certainly didn't go unnoticed to your lover, though he didn't do or say anything in reply, instead shifting to stand off of the bed and begin to un-button his pants, though that hardly lasted long before you were sitting on the edge of the bed, shooing his hands away with your own and swiftly unbuttoning (and unzipping them) before he had time to even raise his eyebrows in surprise.

It wasn't even a full minute before you had his black, unwrinkled pants at his feet, ready for him to step out of as you somewhat-eagerly eyed his odd yellow and black plaid underwear- less excited for the look of them and more for what lay underneath. Well, stood underneath.

As if on cue, in silent accordance to your thoughts, he stepped out of his pants, kicking them out of the way as he shifted to stand above you and play gently with the ends of your hair. You could tell he was waiting on you, silently observing how you reacted when handed the lead to see if you really wanted him, or were just going along with it. He always did that- but while usually you would pull him down into a deep kiss, this time you wanted to go further. To surprise him and silently, but sincerely, apologize for the harsh things you said, so instead of the usual, you reached up, grabbing his hips where his boxers hung lowly and glanced up at him for permission, just at case. Though not without his signature judgmental eyebrow raise, he nodded.

Immediately your fingers gripped the sides of his boxers, slowly pulling them down his erection and somehow holding eye contact with him at the same time. ��His member quite literally sprung free from its confines- somewhat more comically than you had expected, the thing stiff and wet with precum as it bounced a bit to steady itself. You almost laughed, but his eyes were wide as though he hadn't truly been expecting you to do what you had implied. You had sucked him off before, of course, after two years of dating you had given him head plenty of times. You quite enjoyed it, too, but it was less of a foreplay deal and more of a way to quickly get him off when he was hard late at night after (and rarely but occasionally during) work, or early in the morning before he had to go in. Sometimes on a lazy day or a movie night you would, if he needed it, but never had your mouth been on his dick prior to sex.

Your hand wrapped around it, experimentally jerking a time or two before you decided he just didn't seem to be lubricated enough. Your eyes darted from his deep amber pools down to his flushed member to quickly guide the tip into your mouth, wasting no time in circling your tongue around his head. He moaned softly in appreciation, stroking your hair calmly, reassuringly. It was admittedly a bit hard for him to keep control of himself- he had been fully hard and throbbing with need for longer than he wanted to, and the feeling of your hot, wet lips encasing him and the subtle amusement in your eyes as you glanced back up at him had him a bit overwhelmed. His hips were practically begging to snap into your mouth, to make you take him as deeply and fully as he could but he restrained the need by tugging on your hair softly, helping you bob your head on him- though he was quite surprised when you went back down, once more grabbing your hips to steady him as you took him a little further, bobbed back up, dropped back down and extended it a little further until you were at your limit.

"Mm, fuck you're hot." He praised, eyes closed as he attempted to fully take in and understand the feeling of your mouth around him. He did it every time, closed his eyes and engrained the feeling into his mind, but somehow he never remembered exactly how good you felt until your lips were around him, sucking the life out of him once more.

Your mouth felt terribly full- but for some reason you enjoyed it- way more than you should have.  Sadly it didn't last long, because soon he was breathing heavily (much worse than before), and tugging on your hair to signal you to pull off. "That's e-enough." He hissed, blushing red at his stutter, though surely the fact that he was close to cumming just from you bobbing your head and sucking a little bit to lubricate him up had his face a bit red in embarrassment (and pleasure) as well.

Without only a short moment of hesitation, you obeyed, letting his cock free of your mouth in a loud pop, and he snapped. His fingers were immediately hooked in your panties, not dragging but tearing them off your legs in a haste to be inside of you as his dark eyes once more stared lustfully into yours.

You squirmed, using your elbows to push yourself further up the bed and ready yourself for him, leaning over to grab a condom from the drawer he so kindly kept stocked for situations such as this, where neither of you would have the patience to run and find one. Truthfully, you figured he had hidden them all over your apartment as he always seemed suspiciously prepared, but as the foil crinkled beneath your fingertips, you couldn't find it in you to care where the others were- you just wanted this one on him and in you. You carefully pried it open (attempting not to rip the condom with the packet as that had been something you had seen Hansol do by accident a few too many times to be normal) and as soon as you could, you tossed it over to him where he was waiting, hand open and prepared to catch, at the end of the bed where you just were. The both of you smiled, maybe from satisfaction or maybe just from how silly the situation at hand seemed to be, but it was comforting nonetheless to see him mimic your expression.

The way he crawled up the bed to part and rest between your legs wasn't particularly sensual or dramatic, in fact it was somewhat more like a bounce, but it still turned you on to no end. Everything about him did. Your heart fluttered, though, when he looked into your eyes and cupped your cheek with one hand, the other resting, warm and comforting, on your waist. "Do you want me to prep you or just go for it? We kinda forgo-"

"Dude, just go." You scolded playfully, giving his shoulder another disapproving but short and light smack before you tangled your fingers in his hair. His hair was like a safety net for you, the thing you felt most comfortable clinging to when you lost control- which you pretty much already had as his length ran teasingly over your clit. A strangled hum of approval sounded in the air between your bodies, and he took it as a beg for him to continue, so he began to push into you, trying to hold his body as even as possible. Who was he to say no when you were begging? It didn't particularly hurt, you had been with him enough to be somewhat used to his size, but a bit of the stretch was still there, and you squirmed a bit. He didn't stop though, instead continuing to push into you until his hips were pressed flat against yours, and your squirming in a (rather unnecessary) attempt to stretch yourself a bit more, get you more comfortable with him in you ended only with a high pitched, breathy whimper as the head of his cock rubbed against your g-spot.

He chuckled breathily, bending to kiss over your neck and gently nip at the skin, marking you as his with a deep bruise just in the crook of your neck, where he was sure you could hide it if you tried long enough. You moaned softly, finally starting to roll your hips upwards, somehow taking him deeper and deeper until he finally grabbed one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to grind down against you, feeling your wetness spread across his skin as he bottomed out in you, shuddering himself at the intense feeling.

"Move, Hansol." You begged quietly- to which he didn't hesitate. His hips rolled, slowly at first, just a soft, experimental roll of his bare hips against yours before he gradually started pulling back more and more, each thrust getting harsher and harsher as he started to get the hang of it again. His face scrunched in focus, mind clearly plagued by something as his pace picked up. You hissed out a curse through your teeth, wondering how this could feel so damn good when this wasn't even half of the speed he could really go at. He was still working up, slowly but surely, and you wound your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

His hips were like magic, so you squeezed your legs around his waist to tell him to just keep going at the pace he was. It certainly wasn't slow, nor was it fast enough to take too much out of either of you either, and for tonight it was perfect. He hummed, giving a particularly sharp thrust in acknowledgement before he raised his head, pressing his lips softly to yours. Your lips danced, jolts of red hot pleasure shooting up and down your body every time his hips thrust into you, and both of you were in heaven. Your fingers unconsciously tightened, tugging his hair to which he groaned softly- not in pain, as he really never got hurt from you pulling his hair(though you didn't know how)- but in pleasure at the sensation on top of how wet and tight you were around him, your walls clenching and unclenching as he moved in and out of you. He was already close and he knew you could tell as your arms tightened around him, pulling him closer and somehow deepening the firey kiss you were already locked in by one another, mesmerized by how well you fit together.

The room echoed vulgar sounds of squelching as he thrust furiously in and out of you, pace picking up and further to draw out the both of your pleasure, skin on skin and the headboard banging against the wall and groans and whines and the pop of your lips every time you pulled back for a second to breath. Somehow though, he focused on the feel of your raging heartbeat against the bare skin of his chest and how fast your breaths came and went and how your fists clenched and unclenched in his unruly hair; just like how you focused on his one hand still gripping your hip for stability and control as the other roamed your body like rain, fingers trailing over your skin everywhere and everywhere else- not missing a single spot on your hot, sticky form as he mapped you out for his memory to recall when he was all alone, in desperate need of you but you were too far from his reach. He didn't even want to think of that- so luck was in his favor when his mind blanked, a long groan drawing from him as he released inside of the condom. As soon as he felt the rush of pleasure overcome him, his free hand chased your clit, circling and circling in time with his cum spilling out, hot and heavy in the condom and all of that combined with him still thrusting, perhaps even harsher through his high, prompted you to cum right after him with a gasp and cute, mindlessly repeated mumbles of his name under your shaky breath. You pulled him closer, quivering slightly at the sensation, and as he had come down faster than you and before you, he calmly pressed kisses to your sweaty forehead, and cheeks, and nose, your temples, your eyelids, jaw, chin, everywhere, eyes open and watching as your deep red, swollen lips quiver, before he finally presses one final soft kiss to them.

It felt like so much longer for you to physically calm yourself back to normal than it felt for him to watch you do so. You were beautiful, glowing and slightly pouty and your skin was perfect and your shining eyes were closed so you couldn't tell him to stop or get embarrassed. You just lay there, peaceful and calm as your body came down from the overwhelming pleasure he had just inflicted upon you, and he could watch you like that forever. The sight of you like that made any fighting- anything worth it because even though he hated to argue, it allowed him to see you like this once more.

He carefully pulled out, taking care to rub your lower belly softly in reassurance as you shuddered at the loss of him, and quickly discarded of the condom before climbing back in bed, arms outstretched to take you in and carry you to the bath. You deserved it, anyways- but you flinched away, shaking your head when he tried to help you up.

"I'm tired, sol, can we shower in the morning?" You asked, voice a bit gruffer but also somehow softer, lighter pitched and your words were sleepy and innocent as you spoke, so he had no other choice but to give into you.

He sighed softly. "Yeah, of course. Whatever you want baby. I'm gonna clean you up a little bit with some tissues, just rest." He informed you, and as promised, you could hear the tissue box rustle, the noise of the tissues coming out and when he had pulled out a number somewhere around 6, you finally felt him climb on the bed again, wiping you down with them as if you were glass, and something fluttered in your chest knowing just how much he actually cared about you.  

You felt the bed shift under his weight- or the lack thereof- as he stood back up, tossing the tissues in the trash can, and turned back to lift the corner of the blanket. Finally, you opened your eyes. There was love and admiration and he could read you like a book, everything you were thinking and feeling he could tell from that one look as you rolled over onto your hands and knees to crawl under the blanket. It didn't take any prompting from you to get him in beside you, arms warm and gentle around you. It was silent- a lot more silent than it had been any other time you lay, cuddling your boyfriend after he had practically fucked your brains out of you just minutes earlier. Usually he would talk, hum, turn on music- anything to break the silence because he never wanted you to feel that silence. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, and you finally gave in. You were terrified- more than you should have been to ask him what he was thinking about, what was bothering him- but after the argument earlier you had a reason to be nervous, and he would just have to say it, outright. LIke every couple is cute.

"What's bothering you?" You asked, words quiet an hesitant and maybe even shaky, but didn't recieve any reply- not for a moment or two.

Eventually, he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "I was jealous." He admitted, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, but you only chuckle to yourself and cuddle closer. All that because he didn’t want to see you dance with Jeonghan? All he had to do was tell you he was uncomfortable, but no. Of course not. 

[hansolmates]

can u suggest us ur fav hansol fics !

*runs in* hello! i’m so sorry it took so long to answer this ask, i had a hard time compiling my favorites because im terribly picky with reading and i actually don’t read that much vern for fear that my heart will combust! buuuutttt here we go! my favorite vernon fics to date, and i hope i can add more to this later!

@serenityhansol‘s “languid love” - aka the most cotton soft fic that could ever bless this big blue site! snapshot fics are one of my favorites, and athena dances around their relationship so casually yet beautifully, exactly how i’d imagine a relationship w vern would be! 

admin princess of @caratcorner; “to love and to love again”  - i remember physically having to tear myself away from this fic every five minutes bc i was reading it wayy too fast and i didn’t want it to end! im really into dark soulmate aus, the ones where it just gnaws at you and reminds you that being bound to someone isn’t really all that its cracked up to be. i love the dynamic of dahyun and it kept me on my toes the entire time, it was so twisted and painful and ugh it’s genius! 

@teeyongs “talk to you” and “insatiable” - the newest reader on my radar, and lovin every second of it! esp “insatiable” im totally charmed by their portrayal of vern, he’s adorably shameless for love and affection and he’s completely entranced by the mc! 

@wen-junehui‘s “you’re my firework” - a special one on the list bc it was written by my special someone! kristine put a lot of love and hard work into this one, and if anyone’s curious to see a fic characterization of myself (because even cuter, she made me the reader insert!) check this one out!

admin alison of @seventeenscenarios​ “anti meridiem” - probably the first vern fic i read on this site! an oldie but a goodie, i live for sleepy head!vern

@choco-seventeen‘s “the boy at the boardwalk” (i was also trying to look for your dystopian au but tttt) this is the summer lovin’ we all need rn esp in nyc bc our snow storm is finally over and we all need some warm fluffy fluff! highly rec!

 @minigguk‘s “peppermint and bad decisions”  - an author i also want to high key collab with! it’s a drabble but it’s an adorable one at that, people usually stray away from the bad boy!vernon simply because this boi doesn’t have a bad bone in his body, so it was a really refreshing thing to read! 

please give these writers all the love and support they deserve ty

[markleetrashh]

🎉🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HANSOL 🎉🎉

my forgetful ass forgot and i forgot to type this beforehand + my calendar didn't remind me skdkd i forgot tmr's chenle's birthday as well wow

but a big shoutout to the man who never once gave up on his dreams and is working really hard to achieve those dreams and goals passionately!!

how can one not love him just look!!!

and when he's on stage................ visuals ×192848484

and it's sm loss that they let him go but hey, look at him now, at least he's happy!

he'll always be a part of our family and im sure the boys still think so too

honestly if you're sleeping on him rn..... wake up and stan this talented king!!!!

i sometimes dont think he's 23 but oh well he's cute and i love it

also please support him on the unit by voting (in the near future) and also streaming his performances/videos,, please show him love!!!!! once again happy birthday ji hansol 💞💞

[chillihansol]

T A G G A M E

THE LAST 

Drink :  h2o

Phone call : oh gosh i dont remember,, i dont often do phone calls except if theres emergency

Text Message : i texted my mom "pero nagenroll na ako" (trans: "but i have enrolled")

Song you listened to : The Only Reason – 5sos (omg i miss them)

Time you cried : last wednesday night ):

HAVE YOU EVER 

Dated someone twice : ive never dated

Kissed someone and regretted it : i havent kissed someone !! 

Been cheated on : nooo, but yes in exams HAHA

Lost someone special : yess 

Been Depressed : o m g, Y E S 

Gotten drunk and thrown up : i havent !

3 Favourite Colours!

(technically not a color) Black

(this isnt a color too, right? it's a light if im not mistaken) White

Navy Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

Made new friends : A LOT HAHA

Fallen out of love : nope, HAHA 

Laughed until you cried : i feel like i do this all the time HHAHAHA

Found out someone was talking about you : ohhh im not sure

Always Met someone who changed you : yeah and it's terrible 

Found out who your real friends are : yes and it's the best thing

Kissed someone on your Facebook list : i told u i havent kissed someone HAHA

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life : oooh i dont accept friend requests from someone im not rlly close with 😅 

Do you have any pets : yes! a cat and a dog and i love them both :'')  

Do you want to change your name : i dont want to change my real name, but i somehow was thinking of changing my name(hanni) to rena,, what do you think???

What did you do for your last birthday : lol i remember falling on a very hard cemented floor bc we were practicing for cheerdance bc i was a flyer,, yep that was my birthday HAHA

What time did you wake up : around 7 am i think

What were you doing at midnight last night : definetly sleeping 

Name something you can’t wait for : COLLEGE DEGREE

When was the last time you saw your mom : last night bc i was still sleeping earlier when she left for work

What are you listening to right now : the tv is on sooo just a random tv show

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : yeah and he's quite cute HAHAHA 

Something that is getting on your nerves : when people get my things w/o asking for permission uGH 

Most visited website : either Tumblr or Youtube HAHA 

Hair colour : dark brown~

Long or short hair : long!!

Do you have a crush on someone : no im sick of having crushes 

What do you like about yourself : vv random but my hands HAHA 

Blood Type : OMG IDK!! But my sister said im either A or B

Nickname : hanni!

Relationship Status : single irl, married w/ hansol in my mind 

Zodiac : Aquarius ♒ 

Pronouns : She/her

Favourite TV Show : i dont rlly like watching tv :/

Tattoos : none !! but i wish to have one on my back with the word "IGNITE"

Right or Left handed : right hehe

Surgery : i dont recall having a surgery

Sport : table tennis

Vacation : at one of the provinces here in our country hehe

Pair of shoes : i have a lot lol

Eating : peanuts

Drinking : none hehe

about to : eat lunch and probs write! 

Waiting for : hansol to notice this btch 

Want : to frking have motivation rn to write bc alsnskbsjw 

Get married : around 27 hehe 

Career : does being a content creator count??

WHICH IS BETTER

Hugs or kisses : both but hugs are sweet and cute :'')

Lips or eyes : eyes but i have a soft spot for minghao's lips bye

Shorter or taller : taller  

Older or younger : older than i am

Nice arms or stomach : O MG ARMS!!

Hook up or relationship : C O M M I T M E N T

Troublemaker or hesitant : oooooh,, i think hesitant??

Kissed a stranger : nope, 

Drank hard liquor : YES HAHA 

Lost glasses/contact lenses : i dont think so

Turned someone down : yeah

Sex on the first date : no

Broken someones heart : yesss

Had your heart broken : Y E S

Been arrested : no haha 

Cried when someone died : teared up a lil 

Fallen for a friend : YES OMG UGH

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 

Yourself : sometimes i do, sometimes i dont ):

Miracles : yes 😊

Love at first sight : NO OMG, i had an explanation for this haha

Santa : noooooo

Kiss on the first date : noo i think it's too fast unless youve been friends for a long long timeee

this took me so long to answer aaaaaa. but im tagging @theliqht @soongyuz @lovelycheollie @svteenthings @junhao-ing ❤ and everyone who wants to do this hahaha

[hcnscls-blog]

📱 🐰💕🐣

PHONE HEADCANON

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ txt: my #1 🐇💭1:06am ]  are u sleeping? how come we aren’t cuddling :// ur laying right next to me :([ txt: my #1 🐇💭 4:12am ]  it’s 4am and i still can’t believe you’re knocked out[ txt: my #1 🐇💭10:10am ] good morning!!! it’s saturday and you don’t have work so you’re all mine today mr.NoFun !! get out of the bathroom, i’ve been waiting 5 whole minutes?? why u take ur phone in there wit u tho hmmm 👀👀👀[ txt: my #1 🐇💭2:30pm ] DID U JUST LOCK ME OUTTA MY OWN HOUSE OMIGOD WHEN U OPEN THE DOOR IMMA SMACC UR ASS [ txt: my #1 🐇💭9:39pm ] im gonna make you soup, i heard u coughing doing that last guy’s tattoo yesterday. today u seemed a lil off too...

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

[ txt: my #1 🐇💭1pm ] biHTC[ txt: my #1 🐇💭5:30pm ] i didn’t like seeing you talking to that other guy today it was wild i think he just gave off weird vibes?? idk [ txt: my #1 🐇💭12:12am ] stop smoking :(( it’s bad for u :([ txt: my #1 🐇💭4:20am ] iM sO mF HIGH RN WOW i thiNK i DREW U ,, , ,naked KDSF[ txt: my #1 🐇💭10:02am ] hi im ded inside i want u to hug me ,,i love being surrounded by ur warmth

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

my #1 🐇💭 (my number one bunny thot)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

a rly cOol soNg 

How many times my muse has called your this week?

they see each other like every day but hansol still calls to say good morning or goodnight ALSo if hansol went to visit his fam and isn’t around jinhee, he’d call heLLa kjFDS but this week it was like 5 ,,

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

maybe 1 or 2 because when hansol paints his phone is Off 100%

[kimhanmian]

tagged by @td-b0yz I was tagged on both this blog and my topp dogg blog ( @toppdoggdomain ) so I'm just posting this one on here 

rules answer 20 questions then tag 20 people 

nickname: Parks and/or Soda, sometimes munchkin

zodiac: Cancer

height: 5′ hence the nickname munchkin

last thing i googled: harbinger work was dead and we were trying to do a crossword puzzle

song stuck in my head: peekaboo - topp dogg

last movie I saw: the wedding singer

what im wearing rn: a region orchestra shirt and sweats

why I chose my url: for the hansol one I wanted kimhansol first but it was taken so I changed it to his nickname hanmian so kimhanmian it was and then the topp dogg one idk i just put toppdogg and thought it sounded good with domain at the end I guess

 any other blogs: I have my personal @sodaparker my memes blog @kpopmemesnvines then this one and my topp dogg one my mtl one (which might be adding reactions but idk) @kp0pmtl my nu’est blog @kangnuest and my p101/wannaone/ioi blog @wannaone-boys and my ong seongwoo blog @oneongone almost made a yoon jisung one but I am resisting the urge bc I think I have a problem

what did your last relationship teach you: apparently your best friend has more free time than you then they shouldn't have your bfs number and if you're not happy in a relationship don't wait for it to possibly get better even if the only problem is the amount of time and energy you have

religious or spiritual: idk man

favorite color: blue

average hours of sleep: 10 depression makes you sleepy especially when all your friends have abandoned you and the only one left can't hang out bc he has a gf and all you do everyday is work

lucky number: 14 idk why ive always liked it 

favorite character: either jon snow dany or arya from game of thrones

how many blankets do you sleep with: 2 or 3

dream job: whatever makes me happy and at this point idk what that is I do want to travel so I was thinking it would be fun to teach English in a foreign country bc my aunt did it and she loved it but I am going to college for violin rn so we’ll see

I tag @nu-blessed @juniorroyal-jr @emperorhwangs @fxck-vixx @toppdoggg  @hellyeahtd @kmsmitty @fluffyken @kooks-nose @donghunns @monstox @tiddieboys @fanxxxysquad @yoonshope @backisshinee @smoooore @madlight-hansol @miss--capricious @its-tdboys @sweet-jae

[chillihansol]

hi! for the 'talk-about' if you're still doing it, can you do 8, 9, & 33 please?

hiii !! you’re actually the only one who sent in hehehe

8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.

this took me a while to think of smth i could say that im rlly proud of,, so i thought of smth that i often say with confidence,, which happened to be myself. “im proud of myself”, that sentence has been a part of my growing up state esp that im underappreciated in our family. my sister is always the one who receives all the compliments in this world,, while i live here trying to work very hard yet remains unappreciated. so to make myself a lil better, i think of “maybe i dont need anyone to tell me that im good enough when i can just say it in my own to myself right?” and rn, i could say that im rlly rlly proud of myself.

9: Talk about the little things in your body that you like the most.

my hands !!!! my new friends always tell me that my hands look so pretty !!! is this weird but i rlly like my navel too HAHAHAH, idk i just think it’s different from the others. sometimes i admire my left eye too bc i think it’s not similar to the right one. HAHAHA

33: Talk about what you do when you’re sad.

two things: either i try to overcome it or i let the sadness invade me. ya know there are times when im sad,, i feel tired too. but sometimes,, im just simply,,,,, sad. when i get sad of smth very small, thats when i try to get over it by simply foreseeing bright concepts in life. believe me when i say i think of hansol when im sad bc by just thinking about him makes me a lot better already. but when i get sad bc of frustration, stress, tiredness,, that is when i let myself fall for the trap. i stare at the space, i cry myself to sleep, i lock myself to the bathroom and stare at the space again, i cry while showering, i always want to be alone and blah blah. but what i noticed is when i do all of those said things,, it helps me realize that i look like an idiot being a total mess bc of smth i can overcome. so that is when i start thinking of happy things again, and eventually, i get to live a normal life without noticing that the sadness had faded away from me.

[chillihansol]

Thoughts

so i was planning to finish the reqs today. i had 2 wonwoo reqs and 1 woozi req. i remember saying on one of my a/n's that i have a masterlist ready to be posted anytime. so i went to check my masterlist and saw that i dont have any works yet for dokyeom, seungkwan, vernon, and dino. ive decided to post the masterlist when all of the members has entries. wonwoo has actually the most writings. i was wondering if yall like to send some reqs for the remaining members?? i just felt bad that i havent done anything for them 😭 (and im shameful rn, i havent done anything for my bb hansol!!) im not forcing yall to send for them, i understand how yall love the other members i just felt really bad 😭