#it's so abrupt all the air rushes out of Minho and there's nothing to do but hug back

[star--anon]

I am very normal about traditionally romantic things being viewed through a platonic lens

[run2yew]

Rooftop.

Pairing: Hwang Hyujin/Female reader

Genre: romance, smut (minors DNI), exes to lovers, a tiny bit of angst

Word count: 6.4k words

Warnings (contains spoilers): swearing, making out, oral (fem recieving), fingering (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), breakup topics, a bit of toxicity ngl, Hyujin and reader are both switches, they fuck on a rooftop lol

Summary: You could cut the tension with a knife, the air is so thick, it's difficult to tell if what's giving you shivers is the cold breeze or Hyujin's fingers dancing around your wrist and upper arm. Nevertheless, you try to stand your ground and keep your composure. "Let go."

Writer's note: This is actually inspired by this song and this song, so if you want to read it with them on the background just to get the vibes, i highly recommend it :). Happy reading <3

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Party.

Tons of people.

How can such a sour scenario for some bring you so much joy?

You didn't know.

All you knew was that you wanted to enjoy it.

That was the first thing on your mind when Milli begged you to tag along with her in the first place, helping you pick the tightest dress you had and promising that it'd be good and that you'd have fun.

You did; for the first three hours, you did. All the drinking, dancing, and chatting with so many different people really did something for you and your self-esteem. You felt great; you felt happy.

Until you didn't.

Everything started to feel oddly overwhelming; you told yourself it was fine, that your social battery was probably dead, and that you just needed a minute to recharge, nothing out of the ordinary.

So that's what you did, quickly apologizing to Milli and promising her you were sober enough to walk around the huge house by yourself—and you were, an hour had passed since your last shot of alcohol. and going to find a place to clear your mind a bit. 

Now, you're basically just pacing around the house, forcing yourself to feel good, to feel better, to enjoy this moment. 

It's been two months, for God's sake.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts and decide to search for the stairs that led to the rooftop, forcing your brain to remember the instructions Minho (the owner of this gigantic apartment and one of Milli's closest friends) gave you.

You manage to do just that, finding the somehow hidden stairs that possibly led to where you wanted the most, stopping when you got to a huge glass door that showed the gorgeous city view the rooftop offered.

When you slide the door open, the cold breeze that hits you is immediate, and you shiver, releasing a short exhale and stepping into the atmosphere.

The place was beautiful; thankfully, that's all you can focus on. How the pretty fairy lights shone just like the city ones; the way the wind blew; how you could hear the loud music that was playing downstairs; and how you could see the entire city.

Perfect.

"How are people ignoring this?" You mumble to yourself, perplexed, resting on the parapet as you watch the view. 

The alcohol in your system was far gone, and you're becoming more present with every passing second. Closing your eyes, you begin taking in the "silence," feeling the cold breeze, focusing on your own breathing, and slowly feeling less anxious and more grounded, more like you.

"See? Just fine now." You speak again, reassuring yourself that you're good to head back and enjoy the rest of your night.

Slowly opening your eyes, you smooth out your dress and gather some courage, turning around to walk straight into the madness once more.

"Hi." A familiar voice says, and you jump, your heart racing furiously at the sudden appearance. A startled sound comes out of your mouth right after it.

You're supposed to calm down when you realize it's not a stranger; it's someone you know, maybe too well.

But you don't.

Your hand is still dramatically placed over your heart when you speak, trying to come down from the abrupt rush. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Your tone should sound angry, annoyed, and discontent, but it's more shaky and frustrated than anything.

"I thought you'd be happier to see me." He walks closer to you, and now that the lights are hitting him, you can see he's holding two red cups. "It's been a while."

He just had to remind you that he existed.

You and Hyujin dated for a year. You met him through Milli, at her birthday party. It was at this fancy restaurant you weren't quite familiar with; Milli had all these rich friends from her high school, and you were honestly hesitant and intimidated when she invited you. But you loved the girl to death, she is your best friend, and the differences between the two of you never affected your friendship. She insisted on buying you a dress - you felt bad, you didn't want her to spend her money on you when it was her birthday, but she wouldn't let you hear the end of it if you didn't accept it. She had the power to convince you to do the unthinkable.

When you got there, you felt a bit dislocated, but those people grew on you over time, and you found yourself opening up to them slowly throughout the dinner. 

Hyujin was an exception; he made you feel like you knew him for years the second you arrived there. He was annoying and dramatic, but it was crazy how you connected with him right away. The frenemy dynamic fits the two of you like a glove.

You spent the entire dinner sneaking little snarky comments at him; he'd make a few lighthearted jokes about you, and you'd scoff, ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat when he scooted closer to your side and whispered something about Chan being old in your ear. Everything felt natural and fluid, like you were two different pieces of a puzzle that someone decided to place together by accident but somehow worked.

It didn't take long for you to start tagging along when Milli hung out with her friends, and even though you would never say it out loud, you always hoped Hyujin would be there too.

The teasing between you two soon became less friendly, less innocent, more flirtatious and dearing, and when Jisung brought up your "ranging sexual tension" at a random party, the two of you just couldn't deny it anymore.

So you fucked in his room. 

With the door unlocked. 

While everyone was downstairs partying.

Definitely an experience.

He asked you out on a date right after, saying, "You'll fall in love with me anyway; might as well speed up the process." He said, in between pecks on your face.

Once you truly became close to him, you realized he was so much more than what he actually showed to people. He was so full of passion and so artistic, he had the most beautiful way of seeing the world. Every time he would be courageous enough to show you his paintings, drawings, and pictures, it was like you had the privilege of seeing the world through his eyes, and you fell for his way of seeing things rather quickly.

Well, you fell for him rather quickly.

Dating him was thrilling, fun, and so fucking sexy. Hyujin liked experimenting in different ways; he liked encouraging you to try different things and push your limits, and the best part was that he did it without putting pressure on you. He's probably the main reason you know what gets you going and your kinks so well; he helped you through it, and oh boy, was he good at it. He was always quick to assure you that you could stop at any point or call him out for being pushy as well.

Being with Hyujin was easy. Understanding him and feeling understood by him felt like second nature to you, going on museum dates, using taking Kkami on a walk as an excuse to get ice cream, enjoying the silence as you read a book and he paints by your side...everything was perfect. You loved it.

You loved him.

So you vocalized it, and you told him you loved him afterward. It was so sudden—a random rainy Monday took place when he texted you, saying he had something to give you. He gave you the most beautiful painting you've ever seen—a painting of you at the park, holding Kkami with a huge smile on your face—the day you met his parents.

You felt the tears forming, and you couldn't hold them back as you whispered softly, "I love you." 

It comes easily to you; you grew up in an affectionate family where saying you loved each other was common, so you carried that throughout your entire life. You always told your friends you loved them when you felt the feeling bubble up inside you, and even though some of them didn't feel "ready" to say it, you knew they felt the same. 

Because to you, if you love someone, you tell them. 

But Hyujin didn't love you. 

He didn't say it back; he just nodded and gave you a forceful smile, pulling you close before wiping the tears away from your face. You stiffened; you were petrified that you said something wrong, but you decided to stay just like that, being held by him.

He spent the rest of the night weirdly silent, only talking when talked to.

The next day, he left without saying goodbye. You woke up to an empty bed and a small note with an apology; you figured he just had to rush for something.

But three days passed and he was still weird, three days became six, and you were already starting to panic. He was avoiding you in every possible way.

You felt like you ruined it, like you ruined your perfect, happy, and healthy relationship by vocalizing how you felt.

It hurt so bad, and when you called him to try to convince him to meet up so you could discuss it, he cut you off by saying he "didn't think it was going to work out." You crumbled into pieces on top of your bed. 

It was like your world was shattered, and you couldn't piece together any of the words he said after that.

Hyujin was breaking up with you right after you told him you loved him, and that was the only thing on your mind.

He never gave you a proper explanation either; he just ran around in circles and apologized for feeling the way he was feeling, which only fueled your sadness and anger more. You cried for hours—for two days straight. To your relief, you had the most amazing people by your side during the breakup; they helped you build yourself back up.

Hyujin didn't need to love you, he didn't have to. He just needed to say something to make you stay. 

He didn't.

Slowly but surely, you picked up your pieces and did your best to go on with your life, even though you've never been that brokenhearted. 

The stinging pain that you felt in your chest every time you'd see something that reminded you of him slowly went away, or maybe you just got used to it. It didn't hurt anymore.

A month passes, and that's when you decide to go to your first party after the breakup, a medium one at Yeonjun's house. It was nice, nothing too much, but the thought of maybe running against Hyujin haunted you, preyed on you. 

You probably attracted it, and the moment you locked eyes with Hyujin again is still unforgetable; there was so much need and want in his eyes as if he were saying "Please" without opening his mouth. 

He was the first to break the barrier between the two of you and grab you by the waist, rushing out of the party without exchanging a single word with you, and honestly, you didn't feel like talking to him.

The whole ride to his house was completely silent, and when you finally got there and he opened the door, it was like a switch had been flipped as he pulled you by the neck and attached your lips.

All you could think about was how much you missed him and how much you loved him.

Hell, you should've pushed him away before it was too late, but resisting his touch didn't seem like an option at the time. 

The way he fucked you was different too; he wasn't just fucking you; he was making love to you in a way he had never done before. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and though you felt good, it still stung, but it also sparked hope inside of you. 

Maybe he did want you back; maybe he did love you.

But you woke up the next day to the same familiar note.

"Let's forget about this." 

So you storm out of his apartment, crying like the stupid person you were for believing in him, thinking he'd want something more with you, thinking he had changed. But he didn't, and you hated that.

That's when you started hating him.

"What do you want?" You question impartiality, crossing your arms in front of your torso.

"To see you." He puts it simply, taking another step closer to you as you lean back to rest on the glass parapet.

This fucking asshole

Oh, you hate him. And the way he's so calm and collected, as if this whole situation doesn't affect him at all, is reminding you of that. He's still the same smug little piece of shit that dumped you and used you.

Your brain is screaming at you to leave, but your body seems incapable of complying with that wish, even when you can nearly feel the hatred you have for him curse through your veins.

"Hyujin, if you think I'm making the same dumb mistake twice, it's not going to happen." You affirm.   Grounding yourself in where you stood and watching his smirk disappear into nothing, like he just now understood you're serious.

He scuffs: "Oh, so we're calling a mistake now?" "Such a pleasant one, though, wasn't it?" A pout forms on his lips, and you want to punch it right out of him, especially now that you've started boxing. You want to watch him groan in pain as his nose bleeds.

Okay, maybe you have a problem.

"Pleasant to who?" You ask, shoulder going up and down in question, batting your eyelashes, trying to hold back the smile that wanted to come out.

Hyujin lets out a single sharp laugh at that, shaking his head in denial, "You know how good that was, don't be so fucking stubborn."

"Stubborn?  You break up with me over the phone, come back, sleep with me, and tell me it was "nothing" afterwards. Now you're interrupting my very precious alone time, and I'm in the wrong?" 

Leave; you need to leave; you're showing too much emotion, this is what he wants—a reaction out of you.

"I hope you're fucking miserable." You spit, nearly storming past him, bumping against his tall figure in the process, and heading straight to the glass doors.

"You didn't seem to hurt that much when you fucked Jisung." He argues, his voice rising, but you feel his tone shake for the first time in this conversation.

Oh no.

He didn't say that.

You stop mid-motion, your grip on the door handle is so tight it hurts. The anger that burns inside of you fuels you completely.

"What?."  You all but whisper, still facing the door, completely incredulous. There's absolutely no way he's telling you this when he was the one sleeping with Felix four weeks after you broke up.

"You heard me." He adds.

You breathe in, eyes narrowing. This is all calculated to get a reaction out of you. You spin on your heel to face him in pure disbelief at the words that just came out of his mouth.

"You're joking, right? Cause you have to be." 

He doesn't answer, of course; that wasn't his thing; giving actual answers and talking through things wasn't in his dictionary. But the way his gaze is piercing through you speaks for itself.

"Wake the fuck up, Hyujin. We're not together anymore; I can do whatever I fucking want." You grumble, louder than you intend to. "I can sleep with all of your friends if I feel like it."

You can see Hyujin's jaw clench at the idea, you know him so well you can read past every reaction of his. He nervously licks his lips, trying to keep his head up and not lose his confident demeanor, but you can see him crumbling, struggling to get the idea out of his head, unable to meet your eyes.

"Slut." He murmurs, eyes rolling, hands resting on his sides.

When you laugh, nodding simply, Hyujin's eyelids twitch, his anger growing further. His words are meant to hurt you, you think. But they don't.

"Well, yes."  You agree, and now it is your turn to step forward, suddenly getting an idea. "Just not for you anymore. Not your slut."

This has never happened before, usually, you're the one to run away from his gaze, you're the one that nervously stumbles over your own words and can't seem to escape his heady scent and gorgeous face. 

You were the one to tell him you loved him first, only to be pushed away right after.

Now, you've got him in the palm of your hand, and he knows it too. All this power you suddenly had felt too good. So you take another step, and another, and another. Until he's basically within arm's reach.

"I fucking hate you so much for what you did to me, Hyujin." You sharply point, raising your index finger at him, gently tapping his chest, an action that contradicts your bitter tone.

"Should've done it worse, so you would learn not to fuck my friends." He comes closer, forcing you to look up at him in order to meet his eyes.

"Jisung didn't seem bothered by it when he was over me." You shrug, turning back to walk away again, and leave him hanging at that. But Hyujin has different plans, his hand flies to your wrist, holding with a strong grip, and turning you back to him.

"Careful." He warns before tracing your wrist with his fingers, grip so fucking strong it hurts. But you're not backing down, you can't.

You could cut the tension with a knife, the air is so thick, and it's difficult to tell if what's giving you shivers is the cold breeze or Hyujin's fingers dancing around your wrist and upper arm. Nevertheless, you try to stand your ground and keep your composure. "Let go." 

"No." He steps dangerously close again, and you hiss, sealing your lips.

"Hyujin, I'm going to warn you one more time-"

He leans in to kiss you in a heartbeat, and you curse yourself internally for melting so quickly into his touch, his lips are so soft, and it's like your body is screaming, "I miss this; I miss him." You're perfectly connected, like pieces of a puzzle.His hands move to your waist, hugging you close like you could slip away at anytime.

Which you do, preventing him from deepening the kiss by pulling away in a second and pushing your body away from him. Failing when he pushes you back with a strong hand around your waist.

"Hyujin, let go of me. I'm not doing this." You warn, and fuck, you sound so breathless from just a kiss, it's humiliating.

His gaze softens, his brows furrow, and you catch a glimpse of something you've never did before: regret. His hand moves softly to cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheeks. "You don't mean that."

"Exactly." You admit it, slamming his hand away from you. "That's why I'm trying to get away from you as soon as I can, because I can't do this anymore I-"

"I love you." He confesses, voice shaking, eyes watery.

Oh my fucking God.

"Hyujin...please." 

"It's true. I guess I've always loved you. But I was so scared to vocalize it; the thought of telling you I loved you and then you leaving me was... terrifying." He speaks quickly, stumbling over his words and shutting his eyes forcefully.

"So you left me first?" you ask, crossing your arms.

"I left you because I was scared you'd do the same to me when our relationship began to grow past the surface. I thought you'd jump off when you saw my true colors, my insecurities..."

You feel like you're about to burst, your legs get wobbly, and your mind spins.

Why are you only hearing this now?

"Hyujin I would never leave you for that. I cared about you so much. I'd do anything to make you feel better." You step closer to him, growing soft and gentle, just like you promised you wouldn't.

"I know that now. But I didn't at the time, so I acted stupid all because of my fucking abandonment issues, and then you left, and I just watched you leave twice, and today... I couldn't watch that anymore, after the day at that party, everything clicked to me, I knew I belonged with you. I knew I loved you" Hyujin really looks at you, as if he's grasping at your soul. There's this prominent hint of vulnerability in him that you've never seen before.

Is so sincere, different from what you're used to seeing in him. You wonder if you're just falling into his tricks again.

"You can't just walk into my life again like nothing happened!"

"I'm not trying to. I wanna make things better; I wanna earn you; I wanna start over."

"I don't think that's possible." You admit, shrugging, attempting to push away your intrusive thoughts screaming at you, just try, he regrets this, try again.

"I just need one chance. Please, I really do love you, I can make it up to you. You won't regret this." He uncrosses your arms, holding both of your hands and fondly interlocking your fingers together.

"I regretted it last time..." You sigh. The bitter thoughts of thinking he wanted to start again, to be different, came rushing back. The shattering feeling of being alone in that bed. It killed you.

"This isn't like last time. This is different. I understand how I feel now. I am in love and trying to fix things."

You hate how honest he sounds.

"Why are you only telling me this now? I gave you plenty of chances in the past."

"Because I'm a coward. And I was afraid, too, and I was trying to wrap my head around the information, just like you're doing now."

You shake your head, ready to let go of his hands, but he pulls you back to him, looking deep inside your eyes when you notice his own are teary, like he's on the verge of tears. You've never seen him cry in the past two years that you've known him.

"Just one more chance." He pleads shakily as tears escape from the left sides of his eyes. He takes in your expression so fondly, eyes shining with hope but filled with sadness—it's all new to you. Hyujin was never the one to let you know what he was feeling so directly. You were the one to confess; you were the one to confront him, you were the one that fell back into him.

He leans to rest his forehead against yours, and you close your eyes. feeling what it is like to be this connected to him again. "Please." He repeats.

It's all it takes for you to pull him into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his figure and allowing him to fall apart in your embrace. He does, sobbing lightly.

You waited so long to hear him say these words, and part of you thought they'd never come out of him. It's hard to believe it, and you might be dumb for this, but you want to believe it. You want to believe him.

"If you screw this up, I'm going to kill you." You whisper against his ear, and he chuckles, sniffing and pulling away to wipe his tears. 

"I'm not joking." You playfully warn, swatting his arm.

"I'd die happy in your arms." He shrugs, and you snort, rolling your eyes, suddenly feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, the tension still lingering, just differently now.

"Shut up." 

That's when he closes the distance between you, pulling you to him by your waist like he always loved to do. You missed it. It's undeniable.

Please, Hyujin, don't make me regret this tomorrow morning.

He's kissing you tenderly, lovingly, and attentively. It contrasts from how he used to kiss you before—there's no rush, no hurry, just an utter and pure feeling as his arms hug your waist so tightly and your hands wrap around his neck easily, like they know they're supposed to, without you even thinking about it.

When you finally open your mouth, giving him access to bring his tongue to dance along yours, a sigh of relief leaves you. It's like your bodies were made for each other, made to connect.

Hyujin's hands quickly move to your waist, rubbing soft circles there with the pads of his fingers, the kiss turns feverish within a second, and it doesn't take long for you to run your fingers through his very soft hair, tugging on the strands with need.

You pull away when your lungs are screaming, nearly giving out, and stare at him, his plump, swalled lips and dark sparkling eyes affecting you more than they should.

Without thinking, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against the huge couch and sitting on top of him.

"You're so gorgeous, it literally hurts me." He adds, looking up at you with eyes full of adoration.

"Same." You simply put, kissing him again.

Your hands skillfully move to remove his leather jacket, pushing the fabric off his shoulders and throwing it somewhere. Your senses are filled with him—his smell, his touch, his presence. It's almost asphyxiating; you hope it doesn't kill you.

"I love you." he says, moving to place kisses all over your neck. You moan, throwing your head back, when he sucks and bites on the skin. "I missed you so fucking much."

"Missed you too.." You can't gather the courage to tell him you love him back, not when all of that happened, not when you're still... wondering.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, gonna make you know how much I love you." He leaves a trail of saliva along your jawline, squeezing your tights so harshly that it draws a whimper out of you.

"Fuck, just...please."

"You want it here? Where anyone could see?" He's rubbing your inner thigh now, so close to where you need him the most.

You nod, and you wish you could say it's the booze talking, but you haven't drank anything in a two hours. You're just that careless.

With a single motion, Hyujin flips the two of you. Your back hits the couch, and your head is met with a soft pillow. Hyujin is now on top of you, smirking. Your dress has ridden up completely, exposing your panties.

"You're so pretty, I was such a fucking idiot." He lifts your dress further, kissing your belly, and you squirm under him. 

"Hyujin..."

"Patience. I need to take my sweet time with you, hm? I want to redeem myself." 

"You can redeem yourself quickly." 

At that, he laughs, giving you a playful slap on the inner thigh and softly licking the flesh.Your chest rises and falls so heavily that it feels like you've been out of air for ages. You're arching your back, opening your legs further, trying to get him to finally get to where you need him.

But Hyujin was a tease in every possible way. He liked to drag out every touch; he liked to see you struggle and squirm and fall apart for him, he liked to see you beg.

That's it.

He liked to see you beg.

"Hyujin, please, missed you so much, really want you, need you. Please."

He looks up at you, eyes narrowing, and you see his expression darken completely. He tugs at your panties so fast you barely feel them, and you have no time to process before he's already diving into your cunt, licking every aching part of you. 

It feels so good, so delicious, and he has always been the best at giving head - especially after a day, on your birthday, when he wanted you to teach him exactly how you liked it. - he furiously sucks on your clit and you moan loudly, there's no way people can hear you from where you are - and if they do, you don't care.

His tongue is moving so fucking artfully against you, you're already desperate—that it has your eyes rolling back to the top of your head and your hands clasping his hair and pulling hard, just as you know he likes it. He lets out an approving groan, and you push his head back to your middle, already missing the contact.

When he's back at it, his hunger goes up by a hundred percent. 

You might go fucking crazy.

"F-fuck Hyujin, how the fuck did you get even b-better at this?" You stutter.

He chooses that exact moment to push his fingers inside of you, and at the same time, you clench immediately, struggling to hold back the growing urge to fuck yourself on his fingers.

"Holy shit Hyujin your mouth, you're so good, so good to me."

You feel yourself on the brink of your high as Hyujin does something with his mouth that has you nearly screaming—but also, where the fuck did he learn that? -  Regardless, it has you shaking, unable to stop moaning his name, begging him to keep going, and crying out inconsistently.

"Oh my, fuck, Hyujin, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes." 

He curves his fingers, and you swear you see fucking stars when he hits that spot inside of you, it's when you break apart completely, pushing your entire body forward, moaning his name so loudly it scratches your throat.

Hyujin coaxes you through your orgasm, and when you're - finally, cause it took a while - coming down, he leaves a trail of soft pecks on your clit, chuckling when you shut your legs, still sensitive.

"Holy crap I don't think I've ever... gosh, Hyujin, that might have been one of the best orgasms I've ever had in my entire life."

He bursts out laughing, sitting back on your side and kissing your cheek lovingly.

"You're so easy to impress." 

"You call that easy?" 

"I mean, I've done better."

You smirk, yes, he has. Five months ago, at the beach house But this was a close second.

"Fair." You shrug. "That was so, so good though." You move closer to him, carefully moving your hand to his thigh.

"Yeah?."

"Yeah." You let your hand fall over his - painfully hard - dick, closing your hand around him, his breath catches.

"Shit."

As you softly stroke him, you begin, "Can I ride you, Jinnie?"

You don't want to laugh, but it's hard not to when you literally feel his cock twitch with that simple nickname you haven't used in months.

"You're so naughty." He says, holding you with both hands and placing you on his lap. So much for being in control, you think. "Didn't even let me make it up to you, talk to you properly, before jumping on me like a needy bunny." 

"I mean, you said it before. I'm a slut." 

"My slut." He adds. "Just for me."

"Let's see about that." You argue, pulling him into a searing kiss, slowly grinding down on his hard length, his breath catching in the process.

His hands move to your ass, squeezing harshly, the kiss is messy, with lots of tongue just how you like it. It has you moaning against his mouth and rolling your hips even more furiously.

Quickly, you begin to take off his belt, unbuttoning his pants with hungry eyes and a lick of lips.

Hyujin smirks at you, stopping you mid-motion. "Needy, aren't you?"

"Been a while." You admit, holding yourself up with your knees and pulling his jeans down.

Hyujin doesn't question, he just lets you work and lets you use him. You can see by the look in his eyes that he is dying to make you feel good, but all you can think about is making him a mess. You want him to know there's no one better for him than you, there's no way he could forget you. 

"Clean?." You tilt your head in question.

"Yes. You?."

"Yeah, and on the pill."

He leans in to peck your lips.

"Perfect." When you start to tease him at your entrance and watch the sight of his head thrown back and eyes forced shut, you know you're doing just that. You sink into him slowly, cautiously, it's been a good while since you've been with Hyujin, and he's not exactly...small. 

Once you sink in completely, you can feel every inch of him opening you up, stretching you so nicely that a loud moan leaves you right away. 

"Shit, you're so tight....so warm." He shakily adds.

You're so needy that you have no time to adjust before subconsciously rocking your hips against him, eventually bouncing up and down in a rhythm you know drives him crazy. 

Hyujin is already an utter mess under you, shaking, mouth agape, and looking so fucked out before you've even started to do anything. He's right where you want him.

"Holy fucking crap! Wait. I-I might need a moment." He grips your hips, harshly digging his nails into your skin to keep you steady.

Chuckling, you nod your head and wait for a minute or two. Hyujin always loved this position more than you did, but you can't say it doesn't do wonders for your ego to see this hell of a man go insane just from feeling you like this. He's so close already, it makes you want to do more.

"It's okay, Jinnie, I'm here. You're alright." You soothe, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Can I move now?"

"Yeah, just...slowly?." His eyes are sparkling, and his voice is covered in honey, his hair is a mess, and his lips are swollen. He is definitely a sight.

"Of course, baby." You feel his cock twitch inside of you again from the nickname, and you smile to yourself before rocking into him, slower, but harder.

This time it builds, and Hyujin moves an efficient hand to work on your clit while you bounce on him with such vigor, you can't believe you're actually doing this in the middle of a rooftop. But right now, the thought of it seems to make you even wetter. Eventually his lips meet yours halfway with sloppy but deep trusts, and you have to hold on to his shoulders to ground yourself, feeling lost in pleasure. Senses filled with Hyujin, Hyujin, Hyujin.

"So good, oh my God, so good. I missed you so much, was so stupid of me to let you go. I love you."

You clench at his words, and he notices it. Looking up at you with a smile, not even an ounce of a smirk, he brings his hands to lift your dress and props one of your hardened nipples on his mouth, sucking deftly.

"You like it when I tell you this, don't you? You're so hot. I love you so much, I'm gonna stay with you for a fucking life time. Gonna be with you forever, I want you so bad I can't believe I have you again."

"H-Hyujin, don't fucking say that, shit..."

The knot inside of you only grows and grows, and even with the aching of your thighs and tiring legs, you can't stop moving against him in such a lewd way. You want to cum so badly, you're going crazy.

But Hyujin knows you too well; he notices the signs, and his thrusts begin to get sharper, faster, and deeper, hitting a spot inside you you haven't felt in fucking ages, which drives a loud mewl out of you.

"That's it, just don't stop, fuck- Hyujin, it feels so good, I'm so full; you fill me up so well." 

You're going to snap, you're going to snap anytime soon, and you need him to do it with you. 

"I love you, Hyujin, I love you so much. There's no one that can fuck me like you do, no one that can love me like you do." You're completely drunk in pleasure, not fully aware of the words that are coming out of you, but they linger there, coming from such a vulnerable place.

"Fuck, if you say that, I'm gonna fucking cum." 

"Do it w-with me,  I-I'm so close, Jinnie, so close."

It only takes a few drag out circles on your clit and you're convulsing on top of him, crying out his name twice as loudly as you did before, tears threatening to escape as he continues to fuck you out through your high. It doesn't take long for him to paint your walls, kissing you furiously and whimpering a few thank yous and I love yous against your chest. It feels so good, almost too good to be true.

You stay like that for a moment, holding each other, feeling the heavy breathing steady itself, hearts pounding in unison.

Then clarity hits you, and you realize that you did, in fact, fuck with your ex for the second time. on a rooftop.

"Hyujin?" you say, gently running your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah?."

"Did you really mean all of that?"

"Of course I did, my love."

You want to cry.

"I'm so sorry. For everything that I did and for the things I said today, I was angry at myself and couldn't find the words, so I just...blamed it all on you." He adds.

"I know you are. You're just going to have to prove it."

"I'm dating you so hard, starting tomorrow."

"Sure, but first, your apartment? I need a shower, and maybe... round two?"

"You're insatiable."  He chuckles, lovingly biting on your shoulder.

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You wake up the next day alone on his bed, with no note.

The smell of pancakes fills your nose, and you smile brightly when you hear the familiar humming of lyrics coming from the kitchen.

It's hard to believe it.

You're wearing Hyujin's shirt, covered in his scent, while you tiptoe to the kitchen and meet the sight of him, apparently making breakfast for the two of you. 

When his eyes find yours, he gives you the widest, most sincere smile—one that warms you from the inside out. 

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." 

"You're here." You say, eyes teary.

"I told you I would be, you make me want to stay."

You run to hug him, and he quickly catches you, allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he holds you tight.

"I love you."

"I love you more. Thank you for giving me a chance."

Feel free to reblog and comment on this with your feedback, or send me an anon or ask, I'm always open to it and I'd appreciate it a lot! <3

[heliads]

Secrets Kept

Based on this request: “thomas x reader and one of the other people are being rude and they slap her and they get all worked up and mad? (maybe the person is making fun of her because she got attacked by a griever (she’s a runner) and minho had to help, but minho also stands up for her)”

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You’ve been running in the Maze for maybe an hour, maybe more. It’s not long enough. It’s funny how every morning, you wake up and manage to convince yourself that being a Runner is easier than you think, that you’ll be able to keep moving endlessly and never have a problem with it. You seem to forget how hard your job is overnight, but you’re reminded of it every single morning. To be honest, you’re not sure what you expected when you signed up to be a Runner in the first place, but the constant exhaustion is just one of the side effects.

That being said, you wouldn’t trade this job for anything. A slight grin appears on your face as you look around you, tilting your head up to feel the breeze whipping around the corners of the Maze. Your mind is turning, thinking of ways to remember every hall and corridor that you cross. Beside you, your running partner turns to you, eyebrows raised over your apparent delight. This causes Minho’s attention to be focused solely on you, which is why he doesn’t notice your boyfriend, Thomas, appearing down a nearby corridor.

Your eyes widen imperceptibly. Thomas isn’t supposed to be here, not at all. You joined the ranks of the Runners a long time ago, way before Thomas even showed up here and wanted to risk his neck with the rest of you. That meant that he would be a part of a different pair of runners, one that wasn’t you and Minho, and that he would be assigned a completely different part of the Maze to run for today. Ever since the Gladers discovered that different sectors of the Maze opened at different times, they carefully divided each sector into runnable routes that were parceled out to the various pairs of Runners. Basically, all of this means that you shouldn’t once see Thomas during the entirety of your daily run, yet here he is now.

You think you know why he’s here, though. Your theory is proven when Thomas stumbles to a halt mid-step after realizing that Minho is seconds away from discovering you, and quickly stumbles behind a wall of the Maze for cover. When he peeks out again, he’s got a smirk on his face that tells you that the added danger of getting caught is only making him more willing to risk discovery.

Why is he here, then? Well, it’s probably because you’re dating Thomas, or at least you have in secret. Once you showed up to the Glade and became the first girl to add to their numbers, Alby set in motion a rule that none of the boys could even come near you. They could be friends all they wanted, but the second they looked at you with a desire for something more, they’d be thrown in the Slammer before they could say ‘I escaped the friend zone’. 

You’ve been perfectly fine with this rule. There are enough gaping boys in the Glade that make you more than alright that Alby gives any flirting slintheads a death glare. However, when Thomas showed up, you just couldn’t stick to the plan. He was kind to you, and it seemed like he was the first one to truly listen to you for a very long time. When you spoke about anything, when you even so much as sat next to him, Thomas would look at you with this soft smile that made you want to reach over and kiss him right then and there.

You’d been afraid to do something, at first. What if you misread something and suddenly it was you crossing his boundaries as opposed to any one of the Gladers with you? Then, one night at the Bonfire, Thomas had been walking you back to the Homestead when he’d turned to you with this look in your eyes, one that made you shiver slightly despite the heat of the dark hour. He’d asked if he could kiss you, voice low and rumbling in the shadows, and you’d barely been able to nod your head yes from the thrill of it.

Ever since then, you’ve been happy enough to consider him your boyfriend. The problem is that Thomas still technically isn’t supposed to be seeing you, and the only way you can kiss him is if the two of you sneak out to the Deadheads or find time when nobody is around to reach over and wrap your arms around him. These come with an unsurprising rarity, as the Glade is practically overrun with shanks with little to no concept of personal space and privacy, so you have to make do with what you have.

This means that on days like today, when Thomas had been held back from seeing you even into the late hours of the night, he’s willing to stretch some rules and come find you himself. So, you turn to a still unsuspecting Minho, and gesture for him to go forward without you. “Tell you what, I’m going to fix my shoe. I think there’s something in it.” Minho starts to say something about how he’ll wait for you, but you hurriedly wave his concerns away. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. You go ahead and I’ll catch up.”

Minho hesitates one last moment then shrugs, turning to keep running. You watch him go, afraid to make the slightest of motions towards the general area behind you where you spotted Thomas, lest your running partner suspect something and come back to you. Minho’s just disappeared around a corner when a pair of hands descend on your hips, spinning around to come face to face with Thomas, who’s wearing a particularly proud grin at the look of surprise on your face.

You reach forward to smack his arm. “Slinthead. I thought a Griever was sneaking up behind me.” Thomas just laughs. “I don’t think Grievers look this good.” You try to hold back a laugh of your own. “Good to know that your pride hasn’t been hurt by you bending the rules all the time. We could get caught, you know.” Thomas just lifts a shoulder in dismissal. “I’m dating the prettiest girl in the Glade. I’d say that’s worth going behind Alby’s back.”

You fight to keep heat from rising to your cheeks. “The prettiest girl in the Glade? Thomas, I’m the only girl in the Glade.” Thomas smirks. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true. Just accept the compliment, Y/N.” You open your mouth to protest, but you’re effectively silenced when Thomas leans forward to kiss you. Suddenly, all of your complaints are evaporating into the hot air of the Maze.

You allow yourself a few minutes of this before you reluctantly bid Thomas farewell. Despite being able to throw Minho off your tail for a little while, you can only ‘fix your shoe’ for so long before the boy starts to suspect something. When Thomas finally lets you go with a goodbye kiss and you jog down the labyrinthine corridors in search of your running partner, you do so with a smile. How’d you get this lucky?

You find Minho after a little while, who offers up a few joking criticisms about how long it takes you to tie your shoes. You bear these with a smile, knowing that your real reason for being late is something that far outweighs any of Minho’s sarcastic comments. The two of you run for a little longer before heading further into the center of the Maze. It is only there, once you’re as far away from the Glade as you could possibly be, that you realize that something is wrong. It feels as if you’re suddenly not alone, that you and Minho aren’t the only ones lurking in these corridors.

Seconds later, something heavy comes to an abrupt stop in front of you. You and Minho rear back in identical shock, staring at the Griever, the one that’s just jumped down from the walls of the Maze to land a few feet ahead of you. You gaze at it unthinkingly, unable to move a muscle despite all of your body screaming for you to run. “How is it here? I thought Grievers weren’t supposed to come out during the day!”

Minho gulps beside you. “They’re not, but this one’s here anyway. Run!” That’s all the incentive you need for your legs to start working again, and the two of you turn and sprint in unison. Your feet are pounding down the ground, your body focused on the sole goal of surviving. You thought you were tired before, but all of that exhaustion is gone now, replaced by an intense adrenaline rush that leaves you feeling as if you’ve got all the energy in the world.

You race around corners and down straightaways, your breath coming hard in your chest. Despite the fact that you’re running as fast as you can, you almost get the feeling that the Griever is toying with you, not going after you with as much force as it could truly muster. Indeed, once you’re almost to the final corridors separating you and the Glade, it seems to draw back, disappearing into the halls of the Maze once more.

You turn to Minho, gasping for breath after your abrupt sprint. “What was that about? Why did it stop?” Minho shrugs, hands on his knees for any kind of support. “I don’t know. Maybe it wanted to stop us from going too far. Maybe we were going to see something that it didn’t want us to see. All I know is that I’m pretty shucking happy that we’re still alive.” You manage to limp over to him, slapping him on the back. “You can say that again. Let’s go tell Alby that we’re the two unluckiest shanks in the Glade to stumble upon a Griever in the middle of the day.”

Alby is, unsurprisingly, stunned by this news. This contradicts everything you’ve thought of the Grievers and the Maze before today. No matter how strange your living situation in the Maze is, the rules have never changed- Grievers come out during the night, and the night only. No one has any idea what to think now that this has changed, and to be honest, no one really wants to think about what happened. In the end, Alby decides that there’s nothing you can do about it except tell everybody to be careful.

As a result of this, you see a lot of somber faces around the Glade that afternoon. Everyone’s clustered into tight groups, talking in hushed voices about obviously critical topics that no doubt revolve around your little Griever incident. When Thomas comes back from his run in the Maze, you see his face fall in an instant when he hears what happened. He starts to come your way, expression twisted with concern, but you shake your head once. Technically, you’re not supposed to know Thomas that well at all. Let Newt handle him- despite everything, you still can’t blow your cover and reveal to everyone that you’re dating.

Still, the anxious mood persists around the Gladers. Gally eventually gives in and asks Alby for a Bonfire Night, which the older boy approves. This is basically just an excuse to light things on fire and pass around Gally’s suspicious brew, but everyone’s so keyed up over what just happened that Alby decides everyone needs a night to have fun. Once the glasses of amber liquid start getting passed around, though, you begin to think that it might not have been such a good idea after all.

Once fear mixes with Gally’s concoction, people start getting louder, their friendly punches in the fighting ring less charming and more antagonistic. You decide to leave early, already tired of the signs pointing to the fact that this night will not be going well. However, you’re barely taken a few steps away from your seat before one of the more drunk Builders stops you in your tracks.

“Where are you going, Y/N? Running away again?” You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The Builder scoffs. “We all know what happened with the Griever. You saw it and ran away. Big bunch of nothing for someone who’s supposed to be one of the bravest Runners we’ve got.” You fold your arms over your chest incredulously. “Then feel free to take my job. I’m sure all of your experience stacking bricks will help you deal with a monster as tall as a house.”

The Builder’s smug smile drops. “Are you calling me a coward?” You snort. “I’m calling you weak. Get out of my way, I don’t want to deal with you tonight.” You move to walk past him, but the Builder just shifts to block your way again. “Like shuck. You don’t get to call me weak.” You stare back at him, feeling anger starting to rise up in your chest. “And you don’t get to call me a coward. You wouldn’t know bravery if it hit you over the head.”

This is probably a bad idea, you know that. This thought is proven correct when the Builder’s hand moves in a blur across your field of vision, and seconds later, your hand is coming away from your nose. There’s a streak of red across your fingers that tells you that he’s hit you hard, harder than he should have for what was supposed to be a friendly bonfire night.

Already, there are outraged shouts coming from around you, Gladers already starting to come to your defense. The loudest one, though, is from the boy who’s already by your side. Somehow, you’re not surprised that Thomas is already here. He probably would have punched the guy already, were it not for the fact that Minho and Newt both are holding him back. “Don’t you dare hit her. Don’t you dare.”

The Builder chuckles, although you can tell that he’s afraid. “What are you going to do? Hit me? We’ll just be together in the Slammer.” Thomas stops fighting against Minho and Newt, fixing the Builder with a death glare that makes the boy flinch. “You wish. Were it not for the fact that I actually give a damn about what’s supposed to happen around here, you’d be on the ground, trust me.”

The Builder raises an eyebrow, trying to add to his tough-guy demeanor in the hopes that it’ll cover up for the fact that he’s slowly trying to back away. “What do you care about what I do? This doesn’t concern you.” Thomas takes a step forward, and the Builder practically shrinks back. “Actually, it does. Y/N’s braver than you could ever dream of being. Do you know what it’s like to come face to face with a Griever? The fact that she’s not dead should tell you something about how tough she is. And yes, this does concern me, because she’s my girlfriend.”

Silence falls around the Bonfire at Thomas’ words. He glances over at you now, realizing what he’s said. “Surprise.” You laugh in spite of yourself. “Well, it was going to come out eventually.” You reach over, slinging your arm around his shoulder. “Come on, let’s let Alby deal with this slinthead. We’ve got better things to do.” Thomas allows himself a grin, moving away with you. “That we do.”

maze runner tag list: secret bestie @underc0vercryptid​, @ellobruv​

[bearseungmin]

[ glistening. ] — his different world finally pulls you into it. but when sparkles from his own body collect on yours, jeongin can't get enough of how you look. 

rating: mature! pairing: siren! jeongin x human! gender-neutral! reader  genre: siren! au, smut, supernatural word count: 1.3k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, marking kink, intercourse in water, slight possessiveness, unprotected sex please note!: this drabble was originally from my main writing blog, but i have taken it and re-vamped it (much like minho's kinktober drabble) because it fits the theme! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

The cavern was welcoming, the moon outside breaking through the cracks in the rocks. A pool of water in the middle of the space, Jeongin’s eyes settled on the one place he felt safest. Now welcoming in you—the person that has his heart. Your body thumped with wonder at just how the situation would pan out, blue light from the moon hitting the rushing sea allowing you to see the secret he hid from you for so long.

His head turned towards you, eyes pleading and leery as his hand rose over the pool of salted water around him. Foam from the constantly moving waters outside of the cave sweltered in, covering his lower half and what you anticipated since he asked you to join him here. “Are you sure about this?” His voice nearly stuttered at your hesitated but significant nod. “What will it change?”

“Absolutely nothing.” You breathed out, almost laughing at how blown his pupils had grown.

The man’s eyes shut tight, frame lining up just before the edge of the rocks. Bracing himself, his body swayed through the foam in the blink of an eye, a line drawn where his tail dragged through it and followed him down. Diving deeper into the heated water, his body seemed to submerge so far in that your human sight could no longer see him: but his bright tail shimmered in the moonlight.

You stood in astonishment, the things he told you ringing in your mind. Scales, fins, and gills—the basin igniting with steamed water had you bending your knees to get a closer look. Jeongin's body didn't quite need the oxygen he sucked in as he came back up from the water, sight of your stunned form making him blink innocently. Finding the time of the moon at its peak to be the perfect moment of fulfillment, you could only release a heavy sigh of relief.

"You called it a curse." The moving water splashed against the rocks before it halted in one abrupt motion, cooling and returning to the turquoise color it was originally before he delved down deep.

His tail was illuminated, the abraded black and colored scales flaring from the salty water startling you but gifting you chills that would bring him in closer to you.

Even in the darkness of the cave you could see the ridges on his sides, his abdomen carved with the ripples of a fish. Dark hair floating with the water as only his eyes poked out from the warm liquid all around him, you tilted your head at him.

"But I only see you.” Voice faulted, his smile gleamed in the blue moonlight. His head lifted for the water line to be at his chin, mouth opening as his teeth clamped down on his tongue. “I'm just—curious.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

Your eyes grew wide at his question, his innocent eyes paired with his gleaming smirk causing a spark to rush through your limbs. The anxious feeling boiling in your gut was enough to have his torso leaning him forward, a single pulse of his tail bringing him to the edge of the rocks where you sat. He blinked gently up at you, the sparkles along his skin telling that he wasn’t exactly human beneath the moon and within the ocean waters—but he was still himself.

His hands lifted from the water, small drops still holding onto his plump skin as the air blew against the limb. His palms met the back of your shoes to pull them and your socks off. Tossing them to the side, as he smiled up at you. Hand cupping and grabbing at your ankles, he lunged you forward, chest pressed against your knees.

Hands still trapping your ankles, his hold swiveled around to the front of your legs, palms hot against your skin. You moved so slowly, raising your hand into the air like a touch to the man would make him turn to dust. His eyes rolled, smirk becoming more extravagant. He had touched you in more ways than one, balanced by your own needs, and here you were—too afraid to even place a finger on his skin.

“Wh-What if-” you stuttered. “What if I rub off some of the sparkles? Will it hurt—like when you rub a lizard too hard or something?”

“Not at all.” He cackled with the tone of his voice getting deeper, a delightful smile on his lips. Curtain bangs falling over his eyes, his fingers surged into the long locks, pressing them back against his head as the salt of the water adhered the strands to his mane. “Just touch me. I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do.” You whispered beneath your breath. The man tapped at your knee for you to get your mind out of the gutter, his own eyes clouded with lust as your palm met his cheek.

“See—no harm done.” He breathed out slowly, sides growing skinny with the intake before his cooled breath fanned your thighs.

You laughed gently, running the pad of your thumb across his face. Your eyes squinted, pulling your hand back to see the amount of glitter that had transferred from his skin to your own.

All while you were distracted, his large hands against your skin made his sight capture something wondrous and new to him.

His eyes wondered the exposed limbs of your form, pupils narrowed at the small specks cascading your skin. A marking on himself from the fabrics of the sea, crystals from rocks broken down by the salt that helped create a shine to his scales now left the pattern on your own body. The moonlight only gave them more power, skin reflecting in all directions from the access on his scales now collected on your skin. Each limb now shined just like himself, almost making you appear the same as him.

Hands toying with your ankles, your thighs were aligned with his face, his grasp leaving your lower legs to hold onto your outer thighs. Without missing a beat, you already knew what he was up to—the man enclosing his glistening face with your legs as he breathed you in. His tail lightly thrashed underneath the water, the bubbles regaining as his eyes peered up at you through his long lashes, an innocent look on his face.

"The look of me on you," You watched his eyes darken with the dullness in his voice, too captured by your body now to notice how tense his body had grown. "—I want it to stay there."

The jagged rocks all around didn't give him any discomfort as he rushed from the water and pulled you in, two-legged limbs returning to his form as his lower-half fell just where he wanted you. "To never wash away."

Arousal growing and tension tightening, it didn't take the science of exchange to tell you that Jeongin seeing the glitter from his own scales on you made him crave you even more. It had never wandered in his mind, and as you felt him press a kiss to your neck as you nodded frantically at the feeling of his head at your entrance—it was only relief filling you to feel him stretching your walls.

Your chest rose with every heavy pant, his pull and push of short thrusts only helping the specks of his skin rub onto your skin more. Gasping at his strong hold, his hips pressed against yours as you felt him deep within you.

"If I make you cum—" He sucked in another unnecessary breath, chills growing across your skin making him throb inside of you. "—will you promise not to wash any of it off for a while?"

The blue light had become blinding, his cock held within you as it swelled and bucked with his uncontrolled hips making your body beg for a release. Water thrashing with every small movement, the rough panting of your breaths made it harder to hear your own response. His wet hair had dried slightly, short waves to the locks as your fingers ran through them, arms clinging to his shoulders for support in the hot water.

"Depends on if we do this again—outside of the water so they really stick."

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[timextoxhajima]

made up fic title — flames of wealth

♚ title: flames of wealth

♚ member: skz lee know

♚ wc: 898 words

♚ warnings: suggestive material, mentions of death [violence/gore]

♚ synopsis: "don’t get in the way of what’s mine.”

♚ send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it [closed]

“5 1 0 8″

minho turns to look at you, the greed in his eyes the source of his spark. there’s a smirk plastered to his lips, like it had been sewn on. the door of the safe beeps open, and in it sat the most expensive ruby in the world. 

the blood-red crystal glimmers under the amber lighting of the room, and if you looked close enough, you could see your own crooked reflections in its lines. minho tosses it into the air for good measure as if it were a toy, and you catch it mid-air, eyes glaring at him. 

pushing his shoulders so he’s back facing you, you pull the zipper of his bag around his shoulders open. “you can do that all you want when we’re out of here.”

you pat the bag after zipping it, even bothering to close the safe as minho stretches his neck to the side, cracking a bone somewhere. 

“oh, but i have better things to do when we’re out of here,” he reaches for a belt loop around your waist, carefully pulling you in. his hair is the shade of cracking fire, and it matches the setting sun behind him, beyond the edge of the yacht.

“we didn’t come to raid this yacht just for you to do this, lee minho,” jabbing a finger into his chest, your gaze rises from his lips to his dark, gleaming orbs. 

“i’ll do whatever i want to do,” refusing you a chance to retort, he tilts his head and shoves his lips between yours. a soft moan exits your throat, against your will, and you can feel his lips curl up into a devious smile.

but this adrenaline-charged kiss doesn’t last long, for shouts and footsteps are heard rushing to the main room - the room you were in. 

minho abruptly pulls away, stretching an arm out to hide you behind him, his free arm pulling out the pistol from under his shirt and making two exact headshots. the walls along the corridors are coated in redness, trickling down to stain the carpet. 

“they are definitely going to hear that,” your fingers are tightly wrapped around his forearm, pistol still aimed at the entrance to the room. an alarm goes off somewhere, and the pa system cackles.

“attention: we have intruders on board in the main room.”

“then i guess that’s our cue,” he turns to side-eye you. grabbing your arm, he pushes you infront of him, gently coaxing you to run down the corridor and up to the deck.

the water all around the yacht is a gorgeous mixture of red and orange as the sun sets along the horizon. the sharp ring of the alarm is still echoing in your head, but the picturesque view was enough to provide you some bliss for a moment. minho leaves you by the edge of the deck next to the ladder leading down to the boardwalk, picking up two canisters he had left prior. 

the choking scent of kerosene starts to tear your attention away from the sun and back to spillage he’s leaving all over the deck, the brown of the flooring turning darker as it absorbs the fuel.

“stop right there-”

gunshot.

a heavy weight thuds to the floor, and minho backs up into your view as he makes another shot. 

“lighter!” he yells at you. fumbling your pockets, you’re surprised you’re not sweating. it’s almost fun, and you’re only lucky you’re doing this with him.

pulling out the device from your pocket, you toss it into the air, and it lands right... in. his. palm. 

you can hear footsteps stumble to an abrupt halt before him, and even from the side, you can see his smile in all of its glory.

“put the lighter down. we’ll give you anything you want, just give us back-”

“nah.”

he shakes his head, and flicks the top of the lighter open, and drops it into a puddle of kerosene trailing to where your vision is blocked. the fire whooshes to life as minho turns on his heels, running in your direction as the orange flames rise into the air.

dashing across the length of the boardwalk, the yacht starts to pop in specific areas - well, mainly the engine. screams echo in the distance as guards throw themselves off deck, and the shelter of the top bunk starts to cave in on itself. 

your heart is racing, eyes filled with fiery satisfaction with the weight you can see in minho’s bag. he runs as fast as his legs can carry him, and seeing the wide cheshire grin on his face does nothing but motivate you to chase after him like it was a game of hide and seek. 

“news today: just this evening, two raiders invaded the crest. this has been the third strike by the crew this week, and this time, they have successfully stolen the blood-ruby. governments are now in emergency meetings to place national treasures in higher, better security. the crew is an international team comprising of raiders from all over the world that have been reported to be stealing national treasures and priceless items from tycoons. countries like germany, russia, india, and korea have reported multiple incidences of paintings, artefacts and even fossils being stolen.”

“is this an act against capitalism, or is this an act of savagery?”

[runfromreality-archive]

kisses [jong/everyone]

pairings: jongkey, jongtae. jongyu, jongho [read: they’re poly and they all love jong] rating: pg15/r-ish genre: bandfic, fluff length: ~3090 words  

Jonghyun is so tired, he can barely keep his eyes open. His feet are scuffing across the hardwood floor of their dorm as he drags himself into his room for the first time in weeks, ready to collapse onto his mattress and drop off right then and there. Only he doesn’t get quite as far. Because when he passes the living room, he spots an all too familiar figure lazing on the couch from the corner of his eye. “Kibummie,” He calls out, the sound of his name making the younger man abandon the book clutched in his slender hands as he looks up at him.

Kibum is dressed in a similar fashion as Jonghyun himself, a loose tank top and equally wide shorts hardly contrasting with his own oversized t-shirt and boxers. And Jonghyun is so damn exhausted and Kibum’s lap looks really inviting, and he doesn’t even think his next move through. Just plants himself right on top of him with his legs straddling the younger man’s thighs and his arms looped around his neck. “What do you want?” Kibum asks, but he doesn’t seem annoyed about the none too gentle interruption. If anything, he is obviously teasing, the grin on his face making it clear that he already knows exactly what Jonghyun is looking for. “Kiss?” Jonghyun half-slurs, his skin tingling where Kibum has slipped his hands under his shirt to place them on his hips. The younger man has never needed much prompting, so when Jonghyun closes his eyes and leans in the first few inches, Kibum meets him halfway.  Kibum’s kisses are slow today. Much slower than they usually are, his fingers flitting over his skin with a lightness that leaves Jonghyun shuddering, and his tongue licking into his mouth as if trying to memorise every single curve and edge. But even the laziest ones of them never quite lose their demanding quality. Never fail to make it clear to Jonghyun, who is in charge. Kibum nips at his lower lip as if on cue - the sharp flash of pain running through the older man system something akin to approval of the brief thought that had been crossing Jonghyun’s mind. Traps the skin between his teeth and tugs none too gently, because he knows how much it drives Jonghyun crazy. And the soft whine that Jonghyun lets out could easily be read as protest if Kibum didn’t know better. “Kibum,” Jonghyun moans, his voice coming out all soft and breathy. “You’re always like this,” Kibum chuckles, not fazed in the slightest by the pleading look Jonghyun shoots him. “Want me to touch you?” He asks, even though it is very much obvious that the older man craves nothing more than for Kibum to crowd him into the expensive leather of their couch and have his way with him. “Please,” Jonghyun chokes out, and it would be far from enough, usually (Kibum loves to hear him beg. Loves to make him use his words to tell him exactly what he wants). But they are both tired, the adrenaline rush from their concert already having begun to wear off, and neither of them is looking to take their time right now. “Please,” Jonghyun repeats, urging Kibum on as if he needs the younger man’s touch to keep breathing and his oxygen is beginning to wear dangerously thin. And Kibum seems to decide that he’s heard enough begging for the day. Because it’s just a split second later, that the younger man has his hand fisted into Jonghyun’s dark strands and his lips pushed on top of Jonghyun’s.

“Can you not do this here?” The abrupt end of their kiss draws a whine of protest from Jonghyun’s throat, his hands finding purchase on Kibum’s shoulders in an attempt to keep him from moving back any further. “Shut up,” Kibum directs the drawl into the general direction of the doorway. When Jonghyun lifts his head, Minho is standing there, shooting them a look that is part amused and part condescending. And if Jonghyun wasn’t feeling so hot and bothered, he would definitely be able to think of a phenomenal comeback. Something along the lines of ‘You didn’t mind fucking my mouth on here last week, either,’ but then again he’s not that cruel. So he keeps quiet and let’s Kibum tug him off the couch and into his room, his back hitting the younger man’s mattress mere seconds later. He guesses he’s still got plenty of time to get back at Minho some other day. *** It’s nearing five in the evening when Jonghyun wakes up to find Taemin lying halfway on top of him. He is quiet, but very much awake, a feigned look of innocence on his face that’s probably supposed to conceal the fact that he’s been watching him this whole time. And despite his hazy thoughts distorting his memory, Jonghyun is almost certain that he was alone when he dozed off some two hours earlier - nothing but the dark of his room to keep him company. But the again, it isn’t the first time one of the others snuck into his bed while he was off in the land of dreams, so he isn’t even surprised anymore, really. “Good morning,” Taemin jokes, smiling so brightly it’s almost a little blinding. “Morning,” Jonghyun plays along, the flickers of light in the younger man’s eyes making his heart skip a beat. And Jonghyun resists the urge to shake his head at himself, because he can’t believe that even in the drowsy state he is in right now, Taemin is still capable of making him feel all giddy like this. It’s unfair, really.

Letting out a big yawn, Jonghyun stretches his arms above his head, toned muscles flexing beneath his skin and joints cracking loudly. The latter earns him a disapproving frown from the younger man, but Jonghyun doesn’t miss how easily the movement draws in Taemin’s gaze, more sharp and intense than warm now. Jonghyun doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement because the younger man is so predictable. “I want a kiss,” Jonghyun looks up at Taemin through messy bangs, a small pout on his lips that is meant to do nothing less but wind Taemin up that much further. Tease him just a little more. And hopefully earn him exactly what he had been asking for. With the kind of expression that settles over Taemin’s features at the request, it doesn’t seem like Jonghyun will be getting lucky today, though. “You know I don’t like those,” Taemin tells him, his nose wrinkled and his eyebrows furrowed in an all too familiar display of distaste . But at least he doesn’t back off, which Jonghyun counts as quite the achievement, really.  “Yesterday you did,” Jonghyun responds, more playful than anything, because he knows Taemin doesn’t mind. “Yesterday was pretty nice,” The younger man nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he recalls the previous evening - Jonghyun all eager and needy on top of him, chasing his lips as if he couldn’t bear for them to be apart for more than a split second. “I can make it better today,” Jonghyun replies, his voice full of promise, but Taemin isn’t easily fazed. Not when it comes to this, anyway. (And it’s not like Jonghyun had been trying particularly hard to change the younger man’s mind. He just enjoys the teasing.) “Nah,” Hugging Jonghyun closer, Taemin buries his face in the older man’s hair as he announces “I wouldn’t mind sucking you off, though.” Jonghyun rolls his eyes in response, a light chuckle falling from his lips. Because of course Taemin would suggest something like this. And nine times out of ten, Jonghyun would absolutely go along with it. But today, he simply shakes his head. “I’d rather not,” He tells the younger man. The prospect of stepping past the line of innocent cuddling is sounding rather unappealing to him today. “Suit yourself,” Taemin accepts the response with a shrug, shifting a bit to hold Jonghyun more comfortably, and Jonghyun is more than happy to let him. “Here,” Taemin speaks up, and before Jonghyun can even begin to be confused about the random statement, there is a pair of lips pressing against his left cheek. It’s a soft brush more than anything - fleeting and over much too quickly for Jonghyun’s liking - but it makes heat rise into his cheeks either way. “That has to do.” *** “Let’s kiss,” They are in the back of one of their company’s cars when Jonghyun throws the words at the oldest member of their group. It’s a spur of the moment kind of thing, because their manager has just left to pay for the gas - Taemin having tagged along because ’It’s so damn hot, I need ice cream’ - and there is a small line in front of the station counter and he hasn’t kissed Jinki in way too long. At least that’s what an entire week feels like to him. Torturously long. “Right now?” Jinki stares at him with eyes wide as saucers, visibly taken aback, but Jonghyun doesn’t even think about backing down. “Yeah, come on,” He urges, unbuckling his seatbelt and shifting a bit in his spot to face the older man. Jinki keeps looking like a deer caught in headlights, completely frozen to his seat, but when Jonghyun’s hand comes to rest at the back of his neck to guide him closer, he doesn’t make a move to stop him. Jinki’s skin is damp under his fingertips, the summer heat creeping into the car with no effort whatsoever, now that the air conditioning has been switched off, and the older man always needs a bit of time to get into the rhythm of things, no matter how often they do this, but Jonghyun likes it all the same. Loves to sneak his hands into Jinki’s hair and wind his arms around his shoulders and feel his shyness melt away further with every lick of his tongue. So much so that the few innocent pecks he had been hoping for quickly turn into more, one of the older man’s hands moving down to grip at his waist - hard enough to bruise, Jonghyun is sure - while the other finds its way into his hair. Not quite tugging at the dark strands, but keeping a hold just firm enough to stop him from moving away. It’s nice. It isn’t dominant and purposeful like Kibum’s touches usually are, and not teasing like Taemin’s, either - meant to do nothing less but leave Jonghyun begging, for fingers in his mouth and a hand around his throat and everything else making him burn from the inside out. Yet it certainly isn’t gentle like Minho’s touches, either. And it’s really nice.

In the end, they don’t have much time to get too into it, though, the pleasant sting of the grazing of Jinki’s teeth against his lower lip cut off rather abruptly when the front door of the car swings open.  “Don’t mind me,” Taemin comments dryly, his voice cutting through the momentary tension in the air. He is plopping down into the passenger seat without batting an eyelash, obviously uncaring about witnessing his two older group mates on top of each other. When Jonghyun turns to glance at Jinki, however, the older man’s eyes are wide, his entire body stiff with what Jonghyun assumes to be fright, or alarm, or a bit of both. But their manager is still lingering inside the building, appearing to have some heated discussion with the young cashier that involves a lot of wide gesturing and fast talking, so Jonghyun doesn’t see the issue, really.

Giving a dismissive shrug, he moves his hands back to Jinki’s shoulders to steady himself as he leans down with the full intention of picking up where they left off. But with Taemin in the car, Jinki is being so completely unresponsive, he could as well be kissing a wall right now. “He said to not mind him,” Jonghyun reminds his older group mate as he pulls back to raise his eyebrow at him. Jinki still looks positively shellshocked, though, a bright red blush tinting his cheeks, and Jonghyun figures they should probably continue some other time. “Great Taem,” He drawls as he sinks back down on his side of the seat. But the glare he is shooting at the back of the younger man’s head is half-hearted at best, even as he adds, “Did you at least bring some ice cream for us, too?” “I only have two hands, sorry,” Taemin feignes regretfulness, holding up his phone in one and the colourful tub of ice cream in the other. The response makes Jinki snort next to him, appearing to have finally snapped out of his stupor, and Jonghyun feels a smile creeping onto his own lips at the older man’s bright expression. Jinki has always had the most radiant smile and Jonghyun thinks it’s completely breath-taking. It makes him want to drape himself all over him - for a nice, long hug that would be entirely too much for a scorching day like this one. But even more so, it makes him want to kiss Jinki all over again. Press his lips right against the beautiful curve of the older man’s lips and taste his laughter on his tongue. And so that’s exactly what he does, throwing a quick glance into the direction of the gas station before grabbing at the front of Jinki’s graphic tee to pull him closer and daring to steal just one last peck, before the car door opens a second time. *** “Minho,” Jonghyun calls out, an excited wave accompanying his words. There is relief washing over him at the sight of a familiar face amidst empty corridors and the occasional group of backstage staff and he quickly moves to catch up with his younger groupmate, happy to have found someone who is hopefully feeling a little less small and disoriented in here than he does. “This place is huge,” Jonghyun complains, recounting how he had gotten lost on his way back from going outside to call his mum, just because he didn’t care to pay enough attention to the exact path he took. ”It is,” Minho agrees, a smile taking over his face when one of Jonghyun’s hands unconsciously reaches over to link with his “I’m glad they sent Kibum to get our food, cause I’m pretty sure he’s the only one who will find his way back.” “I hope he will,” Jonghyun nods, “Cause I’m freaking starving.” They performed at large venues before, but this has to be one of the absolute biggest of them all. And it doesn’t help that well above ninety percent of the staff speaks English and nothing but English.  And there are so many doorways, too. Corridors with no windows that all look way too much alike to make the task of finding his way around any easier. But it’s quiet, at least. Although that, too, is going to change soon. Because once they hit the stage, it is going to be all hectic and deafening, so Jonghyun only appreciates it more, to have a few moments of calm before he will be thrown right into the buzz of their concert and run on adrenaline for the better part of the night. It kind of makes him want to stay out here for a little longer even. Separated by doors and walls and hallways from the rest of the group and the preparations and all the people bustling about in the less secluded parts of the building. And he has just the perfect idea for how to add a bit of a bump to their journey.

“Hey,” Jonghyun cranes his head to gaze up at the younger man, his steps coming to a halt and his hand slipping down to curl around Minho’s wrist instead. And there is a brief spark of electricity running through Jonghyun’s body when their eyes lock. Minho’s lips are on his before the older man has even gotten around to posing his request to his group mate, his back hitting the wall as Minho cages him against it. It bothers Jonghyun sometimes, how Minho is able to read them all so easily. With him in particular, just one glance - one quick observation of his slightly slumped posture or a minute shift of the light in his eyes - seems to be enough to completely give him away. Seems to reveal to his younger groupmate exactly what’s going on inside of him. But it’s thrilling, too. In moments like this one, especially. It’s incredibly thrilling, to know that Minho sees right through him - that there is no way for him to hide what he wants - and it’s making him feel exposed and vulnerable in the best way possible. He is whining low in his throat when Minho pulls back - breaks the contact between them far too soon and far too swiftly - robbing Jonghyun of the pleasant warmth and the firm chest pressed against his own. Jonghyun doesn’t have the time to protest the loss, however, because it’s Minho who is reaching for his hand this time, a small tug enough to make Jonghyun blindly follow along. “Where are we going?” He asks, curious, the question earning him another fond smile from the younger man. “If you wanna make out for real, we need to find a spot that isn’t smack in the middle of the hallway,” Minho tells him, an uncharacteristic eagerness and impatience in the way he leads Jonghyun into one of the restrooms a few doors to the left. As if he can’t wait to crowd Jonghyun into the wall all over again.

And Jonghyun thinks that he isn’t going to argue with that. He sure as hell isn’t.