#jeongmin writes!

[deadpanjisung]

❦ in life ❦

pairing: idol!i.n x afab!reader x idol!lee know MDNI!!!!!  genre: angst, smut, kinda fluffy too wc: 13.5k cw: use of y/n, swearing, unconventional relationship dynamics, insecurities,tension , etc etc smut cw: breast play, fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, missionary sex, doggystyle, cre4mpie, cumplay, voyerism, multiple partners(reader x minho; reader x jeongin), voyerism, kinda pervy!i.n, minho likes sharing, talks about poly!relationships feedback is encouraged ◡̈ i hope you enjoy♡ -˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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Everything was okay in Jeongin’s life. He was dating someone new, had satisfactory career, time-off to see his friends and family (even with his idol schedule), amongst other things. Jeongin was perfectly content with it. That is, until the incident. Or so he called it that. The particular incident that changed how he viewed relationships. The incident that fragmented his love life. The incident that made him see you in an entirely different light.

The life of an idol was chaotic, complicated and controversial. Jeongin had learned to manage it at a very young age, which added to the controversy of it all. He didn’t struggle with his work-life balance anymore, unless it was a special occasion, usually for comebacks or fan-meets. He even thought about getting a dog at some point, but Minho wouldn’t like it. You and your cat spent a lot of time at the dorm and she “strongly dislikes” dogs; he got used to your cat soon enough, anyways. He enjoyed spending his time with her and it made him closer to you; in a platonic way, his intentions weren’t always questionable. He believed that the incident changed him. 

Jeongin arrived home later than usual that night. He spent all day recording and took the girl he was seeing (he still hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially. Formalities were something that he valued a lot in relationships, and he didn’t quite feel they were ready to take that step yet) out to the movies. He was exhausted that night, but he would be free the next day and he wanted to spend his day off lazing around the dorm. He placed his things down on the couch, not caring about annoying his hyungs. 

The dorm was dark, too dark for a normal night. He walked over to his room and noticed that all the doors leading up to it were open. Everyone made a habit of keeping their doors open while they slept, unless you slept over. He, then, found your cat sleeping peacefully in his bed. But Minho’s door was open? He swore that it was. You must have had something early the next day and left Minho to care for her, you rarely did that, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

Jeongin figured that he should go to Minho’s room and get her food and water bowls if she was staying there for the night. His feet took him past Felix’s room, and then Seungmin’s and he stopped at Minho’s door. Eyes widened and jaw dropped almost to the floor. He couldn’t look away, not when it concerned you. 

The room’s lights were dim and a deep blue color. You were there. On the bed. On top of Minho. You were riding Minho in reverse cowgirl position. Jeongin had a perfect view of your body. Minho was sitting against his bed’s headboard; your head was back against Minho’s chest and your and Minho’s eyes were closed shut. Jeongin noticed your face next, one of Minho’s hands was covering your mouth to suppress the noises you were making. Yet he could still faintly hear your muffled moans. 

You were topless, Minho’s other hand grabbed at one of your breasts whilst yours handled the other, you rolled your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Your movements were rough, and Minho was out of breath. He looked further down, your dark skirt covered Minho’s crotch, your other hand was grabbing at his thigh for support. Jeongin almost gasped. He felt blood rushing to his crotch, making his jeans tighten and looked down at himself. Am I really that sick? He pondered for a second, until he heard a gasp.

“M-min, I think someone’s there!” You announced with a moan. Jeongin had never ran so fast in his life. He knew Minho would go after him as soon as you got off him. He reached his room just in time to go unnoticed. He leaped unto the bed, not even noticing that your cat wasn’t there anymore and pretended to be asleep. Minho’s footsteps outside were evident. Jeongin was sure that he was checking the other rooms first as his was the furthest from Minho’s. He felt Minho’s eyes burning through him and he prayed to anyone who would listen that Minho didn’t notice that he wasn’t actually sleeping, that he was still fully dressed.

“Min, I think it might’ve just been Meadow. I found her next to your bathroom.” You whispered. Meadow squirmed in your arms and landed on the floor, entering his room again. “The boys are clearly sleeping. Let’s give it a rest. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m here, their doors are still open.” He felt someone slowly close the door as if to not wake him up. 

Jeongin barely slept that night for many reasons. Visions of you plagued his mind like nothing else ever had. He couldn’t get over your face, your hands, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, your breasts. He knew you were pretty; he had always thought so. He also knew that your friendship with Minho was a little strange.

You were always over at the dorm. At first, they asked Minho if you were dating, and he always denied it. So, they just assumed that you were anyways, and that Minho didn’t want to admit that he was vulnerable enough to be in a relationship. It became an unspoken rule amongst them, nobody had developed any compromising feelings for you because you were with Minho. You stayed over a lot, too and always slept in Minho’s room. Initially, he pretended to sleep on the couch and leave his room to you but after a while, he just didn’t bother anymore. If Minho’s door was closed, they knew that you were there.

None of them minded having you over. On the contrary, they missed your presence when Minho decided to spend the weekend at yours instead or on particularly busy schedules when you couldn’t visit. You won them over quickly, being effortlessly funny and charming. You would tell them jokes and ask them about their interests. You had deep conversations about parallel universes and aliens with him. You asked him about his other friends and video games and fashion. You gave him dating advice, and always ended it with “but what do I know anyways? I haven’t been on a real date in ages”. He always laughed at that because for him, you had been on dates with Minho for two years. Unquestioned. 

Nonetheless, now that he confirmed that you and Minho were, at least, somewhat together, something more than friends; his mind kept going back to you. You, talking to him late at night, you cuddled up to Felix and/or Jisung when they hosted movie nights, you crying whilst watching sad videos on YouTube or TikTok, you that day when you rescued Meadow as a kitten, you laughing at his jokes, you…riding… Minho.

Jeongin thought about touching himself that night but decided against it despite his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wouldn’t want anyone to jerk off thinking about the girl he was seeing. He felt guilty about the fact that he had recently started dating her, too. Why was he thinking about another person, about you like this? Would this affect his relationship with her? Would this affect his relationship with Minho? Would this affect his relationship with you? Howwould this affect his relationship with you? 

Maybe it’ll die down by tomorrow, was how he convinced himself to fall asleep just before sunrise. He slept for more than half of the afternoon. But at one point, he couldn’t ignore the laughs coming from the living room. His door had been opened, the things he dropped off in the living room were sitting on his floor and Meadow was standing atop his dresser.

“Good morning, Meadow.” He yawned. He didn’t even think about the night before at first. But as he left his room, you were standing just outside, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh- Hi Innie,” you said with a smile, scrunching up your nose. “How are you feeling?” But you didn’t even wait until he answered, “sorry, I just came to get Meadow. Y’know, she gets fussy when she hasn’t had her lunch.” 

As soon as Meadow saw you, she jumped down to the floor. Jeongin knew you were still talking but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. Not when his eyes were fixated on you, bending down to pick Meadow up from the floor, inside his room.

“So, Innie, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you feel sick?” You asked again and you held your hand up to his forehead, he dodged you. 

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. I-I’m good, noona. T-thanks.” He avoided your eyes as he spoke, mostly because he felt his cock starting to harden at having you close like that, almost touching him. He was ever so thankful for wearing an oversized shirt that covered his crotch. You nodded and made your way back to Minho’s room. You walked with elegant strides and swaying of hips, not matching the fact that you were deep in conversation with Meadow as she squirmed in your arms as usual.

Jeongin spent an hour in the bath, because he felt dirty but also because he was trying to get you out of his head. He refused to touch himself at the thought of you and Minho. He just couldn’t do it. If you were to find out, you’d feel so disrespected, and he could never to that to you. Not when you had been nothing but nice to him. 

Besides, he didn’t feel particularly attracted to Minho either. He always thought you’d be a better match for Hyunjin than Minho. Once he guilted himself into suppressing his erection, he dried off and joined Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Minho had cooked chicken breast and rice, Jeongin felt like that was everything they ate now but he didn’t complain because it was your favorite. The loud thud of a door made them turn their heads towards Minho’s room.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You muttered. “See you later, guys.” You grabbed your coat, Minho walked close behind you, without another word, you both left the dorm. They looked at each other refrained from saying anything.

Jeongin returned to his room after eating. He didn’t quite feel like socializing that afternoon. Instead, he spent hours playing video games in silence with Beomgyu and Heesung and cuddling Meadow, who was still there. That was the second indicator that something complicated had happened. Night fell and neither you or Minho had returned or texted. Were you two fighting? Did you figure out that it was him watching you the night before? All kinds of thoughts rushed through his head. He closed his door; in case you returned.

The next day, Minho sent a text to their dorm group chat asking someone to feed Meadow for him. Felix had already fed her. They had dance practice that day, so Jeongin knew that he’d see Minho eventually because nobody could pry Minho away from dancing.

“What do you think happened?” Felix was the first to bring it up on their ride over to work. Jeongin just shrugged to mask his nervousness.

“At first, I assumed she was pissed at him, you know how Minho gets when he’s in one of his moods. But he didn’t come home, so I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. 

“Should I ask him? Or her? If she comes in for work today.” Felix asked. Jeongin almost forgot that you worked at the company. With you being a producer and songwriter, mainly for Xdinary Heroes and Day6, he didn’t see you much at work; unless you were hunting down Jooyeon who often sought hiding with Chan or when you helped Jisung with lyrics or with recording demos. 

You were never around, Jeongin sometimes caught glimpses of you getting coffee and fruity pastries at the cafeteria. On an average day, Minho or Changbin grabbed them for you. On the rare occasion, Minho would ask Jeongin to get yours too. 

“Minho won’t say anything if it’s personal anyways.” Seungmin added. “She probably won’t either.” Jeongin just shrugged again. What if something happened to you? You would never leave Meadow alone without notice if it wasn’t serious.

When they arrived at the building, Jeongin and Seungmin ordered their morning iced americano at the cafeteria and made their way to the practice room. Jeongin’s gaze instantly fell on Minho, who was dancing. His moves were heavy, and anyone could feel the emotion he was conveying. Minho didn’t talk much, he preferred to show, and dancing was his favorite form of expression. Whatever happened must’ve been hard for you and him, too.

Jeongin looked around the room to notice that Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin were there already. He took a seat on the couch and took out his phone, he saw that Jiah, the girl he was dating, had texted him. She wasn’t an idol; he tried to date an idol before, but getting around scheduling conflicts was too hard to maintain a relationship. And he didn’t believe in dating without an endgame.

 He wanted to have a relationship with genuine feelings and a real connection; something that hadn’t happen often in his life. He met Jiah through Heesung; she was beautiful, intelligent, hardworking, sweet. When he described his “type”, if that even existed, she had a lot of attributes that fit that idealized imagery. Nonetheless, even if she was almost perfect for him, he didn’t feel such a strong connection with her. They had only been dating for a short few months and he really wanted to give the relationship time to blossom. He was aware that he wasn’t the easiest person to bond with or to get to open up or be vulnerable with, but he was willing to try.

“Minho hyung,” Felix interrupted his thoughts as he entered the room, “What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?” Jeongin face-palmed himself at Felix’s lack of discretion.

“Wait, something happened to Y/N?” Jisung asked, gathering up next to Minho.

“Leave it.” Minho answered as he kept dancing. Felix and Jisung just stared at him, Hyunjin and Changbin joining them. Jeongin and Seungmin remained on the couch, now looking over at the group. They stared blankly at him. Minho sighed. “Fine. But if you annoy her, I’ll kill all of you. So, Y/N’s apartment flooded because her stupid upstairs neighbor left his stupid water running for the whole weekend. And it ruined some wires or something. Now she has no electricity and probably won’t have for about a week or two because people are inept, and they have to work on some renovations.”

“Fuck, how is that even possible?” Felix said. “Does she have somewhere to stay?” Minho shrugged. They were aware that your family lived far away from you, and you didn’t have many friends outside of work either. 

“We stayed there cleaning everything that got wet. She said that she’d ask JYP if he had an extra room or apartment or something somewhere.”

“She already almost lives at the dorm, why doesn’t she stay with us?” Seungmin deadpanned. Everyone looked back at him. Minho glared.

“She said she didn’t want to bother you and I respect her.” Minho sighed again.

“I don’t mind her staying there.” Jeongin spoke up before thinking.

“Yeah, of course, we love her.” Felix agreed. “And, Seungmin even suggested it so, we’re good.”

“I kind of told her last night. But she wouldn’t have it.” Minho sighed once more.

“If she feels uncomfortable at yours, Y/N-nnie could stay at ours. But she can’t bring the cat.” Changbin added. Minho glared at him. Aside from Minho, you were closest to Changbin; but you rarely visited his dorm because you didn’t like leaving Meadow alone for too long.

“Okay, so she’ll stay at ours. We’ll negotiate with her at lunch time.” Felix concluded, happily clapping his hands while looking at Seungmin and Jeongin. They nodded while standing up. Jeongin knew that this wasn’t the best way to work with the situation, but he didn’t have a better idea, so he agreed. Minho rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop them. A very sleep deprived Chan arrived at that moment.

“Why is everyone so tense?” Chan asked. And as synchronized as possible, they rolled their eyes. “Okay, let’s start.”

Dance practice felt eternal to Jeongin, he assumed Minho was just as irritated. He took every opportunity to judge everyone’s performance as harshly as he could. While, Jeongin was having a hard time concentrating and kept making mistakes. He was worried about your well-being above all. He, of course, had no opposition about you staying at the dorm. He’d do that for any of his friends. But he was also scared about what that would bring out in him. When you were over, Minho was always there. You staying over full-time was different even if it’s for a week, meant that Minho wouldn’t always be there too, leaving an opening for Jeongin to be alone with you. What if something happens? He wished something would, but he’d never admit to it. You have a partner, and she has a partner, get a grip, he kept thinking. 

“Enough!” Changbin spat. “We’ll call it a day and work double tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nodded, exhausted at the intensity of Minho and the practice alike. Minho scoffed and kept dancing. Jeongin knew Minho well. Therefore, he also knew that Minho was just afraid of how you’d react. You didn’t like people seeing you in vulnerable positions such as this one.

“Okay, we’ll go find her and then what?” Jisung asked, whilst drying his sweat off with a towel. They walked towards the hallway, leaving Chan with Minho back at the practice room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Changbin answered. Jeongin questioned whether that was a good idea or not. He knew you were close to Changbin, probably closer to him than anyone there. But Changbin wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the group.

“I think she’d like it better if I asked her.” Hyunjin argued. Yeah, that would probably be better. You and Hyunjin were close too as you shared art, film, and photography as interests, your music tastes were similar too. Jeongin shuddered as he came to the realization that you, in personality, resembled Hyunjin most out of all of them.

“I think it should be one of us,” Seungmin pointed to himself and Jeongin and Felix, “you know, considering she’ll be staying at our dorm.”

“Okay. You three go. And then, we’ll meet at our studio when you finish.” Changbin said. “You got this! Hwaiting!” He raised a fist and jogged off to the stairs. Jisung and Hyunjin followed suit, in defiance. 

They didn’t seem to find you at first. Jeongin knew you had a habit of working yourself too hard, especially when stressed. 

“She’s probably at the studio.” Seungmin suggested. “We could go over there…”

“Minho hyung was busy so I’ll think I’ll get noona her coffee, then.” Jeongin volunteered. “And a donut or something, I don't know.”

“Okay. Meet us there?” Felix asked. Jeongin nodded. He didn’t know your order by heart yet but he did have it written down on his notes app. He waited in line at the small coffee shop at the cafeteria. He felt a light touch to his shoulder.

“Hi, Innie.” you greeted. “I hope Meadow didn’t give you too much trouble last night.” He waited a second to turn around. He didn’t feel ready to see your face again. But he did, and you looked as stunning as ever to him. Your face was carefully made up. You were wearing eyeliner and mascara but underneath he could tell that your eyes were still just a little swollen from crying. You had your glasses on, something you didn’t usually wear. You wore a casual outfit, nothing too fancy, a white button-down, blue trousers and loafers. Your tattoos were slightly visible as you had your sleeves rolled up. As soon as you noticed, you rolled them down. He knew that you were still conscious about showing your tattoos in the workplace.

“H-hi, noona.” He smiled at you. “She doesn’t really care to be nice, does she?” 

“I guess not, huh?” You chuckled. Jeongin’s heart fluttered at that. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda flushed yesterday. And today, too. Is JYP working you too hard? I’ll talk to him.” You raised your fists as if you were punching someone. He snickered at that.

“I’m good, noona. I promise.” He answered, evading the comment about him being flushed. “We were actually looking for you.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“Oh no. Minho freaking told you, didn’t he?” You started, “I swear, he just doesn’t let me suffer in peace. I don’t want you to worry. Plus, I spoke to Jeongyeon and she told me she’d get me a room at hers since Nayeon is visiting her family this week.” 

“Noona, respectfully, I don’t think Felix will take no for an answer. He was very adamant.” 

“What about you? Can’t you be my advocate, then?” You batted your lashes at him jokingly. He looked everywhere except your eyes. 

“Sorry. I won’t take no for an answer either.” He shrugged. “So, which pastry?” You looked over at the display and pointed to a strawberry donut as you turned around to grab a table. Jeongin didn’t catch the way you smiled at that. He texted Felix and Seungmin. 

When his order was ready, he joined you at the table. You were frowning at them jokingly.

“Okay, so everything is settled already.” Felix updated Jeongin. “Changbin hyung is taking Y/N-nnie to her apartment tonight and then, dropping her off at ours.”

“Is Minho really okay with this?” You asked as you took your coffee from Jeongin’s hands, your fingers brushed against his and he froze but quickly gained his composure and pulled his chair out.

“C’mon, the old man jr. would rather die than let you stay anywhere else.” Seungmin answered. “If Minho hyung gets tired of you, we can throw him out.” 

“And you’re okay with throwing Min out for me?” You asked while looking at Jeongin and Felix. Min, that’s how you referred to him that night. You had never used nicknames when talking about Minho before, at least not with them.

“Yeah, of course, noona. It’d be a relief.” Jeongin joked. You chuckled.

“Okay. Color me convinced. I’d love to see you guys ganging up on Minho for me.” 

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“I’m guessing they’ll give you a key or, like, the passcode or something?” Changbin said. “Y/N, you have to ask for a way in!” You shushed him. He was carrying three suitcases full of your clothing and other important items. 

“Okay okay, I’m sure we’ll work something out.” You chuckled. “Thanks, Bin. I owe you one.”

“Please. You owe me more than one.” He scoffed. “I introduced you to Minho, remember?” You did; of course you did. Was it possible to forget seeing Minho’s stupid smirk for the first time? Being absolutely breath-taken by him? His sultry eyes following you as you sat down next to Changbin. Changbin’s arm around your shoulders, your face blushing as you felt Minho’s stare. “The fact that he had the audacity to flirt with you while thinking that we were dating.”

“Hey! He openly asked if you were willing to share me. I think that’s pretty noble of him.” Changbin scoffed at that. You and Changbin met while taking a production class in university. He only admitted this to you once, but he thought you were one of the most genuinely talented people he’d ever met; comparable only to Jisung. That was what he told JYP when he was looking to hire a new producer. 

“Please. I would never date you. You’re too lazy and too morally ambiguous. My jutdwae could never.” Minho opened the door.

“Okay, then. Enough slandering our new guest.” Minho said, as he took your bag off your shoulder. 

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You and Minho met at a company party. Well, the afterparty at the 3RACHA/Hyunjin dorm. Changbin dragged you there, as you had been working at their company for some odd months but still hadn’t met any of his members. Changbin knew you were shy, so he did all the talking for you at first. He held you close to himself, made you drinks and included you in conversations, until Jisung asked him for help. Then, Minho swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what initially made you attracted to Minho: his face? His body? His confidence? The sheer arrogance which he carried himself with? Minho’s first impression hadn’t exactly been a reflection of the Minho that you had learned to love. He had been cocky and flirty and annoying in your eyes. Your Minho is sweet and funny, caring and a little hot-headed and smart but silly, the same arrogant Minho with so many other layers. He never left your side after that party. 

You remembered exactly when you and Minho crossed the friendship threshold. Once he had cleared up that you and Changbin weren’t dating, he got to know you first. Physically, you were everything that he loved: tall, chubby cheeks, soft curves, and boba eyes. He couldn’t believe that someone as mesmerizing as you existed outside of his imagination, that’s what he told Changbin; and Changbin told you later. He always said that your sense of humor and undeniable charm sealed it for him. 

You were drinking wine at your apartment. Minho had been anticipating this for a while. He looked at you. Then your lips were on his and he woke up in your bed in the morning. And then, you woke up in his the next day. Soon after, Minho asked you to be his girlfriend, but you felt unworthy of it. Minho was such a beautiful human being, and you felt that you weren’t comparable. Your insecurity wouldn’t let you fathom another answer than “I’m sorry”. As a result, you agreed to not see each other for a while. You arrived at his room, sobbing, two days later. You agreed to keep what you had, no labels. You don’t know why you had agreed to that instead. Why had that been easier than saying yes? Was it really less hurtful to him as you thought it would? None of you saw other people without agreeing to first, either. You never actually talked about your relationship status; falling into conformity in each other’s arms most night was enough. 

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Jeongin visibly shuddered when he heard you and Changbin outside the front door. He had been on call with Jiah, listening to her talk about her day. 

“Um, Jiah. I’m sorry to cut you off but I must go. One of my housemates needs my help.”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right?” Jiah’s voice rang through the phone, but Jeongin was preoccupied with your figure walking down the hall already.

“Yeah. I’ll be there after work.” He answered. “Good night.” And hung up. Meadow was sleeping on his bed, so he knew that you’d be there in no time.

“How is my daughter doing?” He froze upon hearing your voice from his door. Meadow perked up. “I’m sorry for this, Innie.” You sat on the bed. His bed. Meadow jumped on your lap. You laid down. On his bed. Meadow laid down on top of you, cuddling to your face. Jeongin couldn’t get the outline of your breasts out of his head.

“Y/N-ah!” Changbin’s voice rang, followed by a sneeze. “I can’t hang here, or I’ll sneeze my life away. You’re welcome. BYE.”

“Bye, Binnie. Thank you! I love you!” You shouted back. I love you? Jeongin had never heard you tell anyone that, not even Minho or Felix or Hyunjin and especially not him or Seungmin.

“Oh, Fuck you!” Changbin answered with a laugh. “I love you Y/N-ah, I love you too, I.N-ah.” Jeongin scoffed as he heard his name. They heard the front door close.

“She missed you.” Jeongin barely mustered the courage to say that, especially when you were on his bed.

“I missed her too. More, probably.” You answered. “It’s crazy how one day you don’t have a care in the world and the next you have a little interdependent feline friend.” You sat up and Jeongin was staring at you. “Sorry, Innie. I know you don’t like having people in your room.”

“I think Meadow kind of changed that in me.” He said. “I don’t mind having you here, noona. Just as long as you’re not annoying, please. I need my peace.”

“Noted.” You said whilst getting up. “I’ll go unpack now. Goodnight, I.N-ah.” You took Meadow and left the room, and his door remained open that night.

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You kept thinking about that night too; even as you laid down in Minho’s bed, something you were used to by then. You swore that you saw someone at the door, watching you and Minho. So far none of the members were acting differently towards you. It could’ve just been your overly active imagination or Meadow lurking. Minho entered the room with a glass of water for you.

“Here jagi,” he placed the glass in your hand, “for your vitamins and the birth control.”

“Thanks, Min.” You said and searched for your pill organizer on the nightstand. You weren’t too fond of taking birth control, but it was easier than being perpetually anxious about pregnancy scares. 

“Thank you for staying here.” He said as he laid down next to you. “I want you to feel comfortable with us. I’m sorry if I was too intense last night.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I thought about it all day today.” You reassured. “If our roles were reversed, I would’ve annoyed you until you agreed to stay with me. I just didn’t want to bother the kids. But they said they would gang up on you if you said you wanted me out.” Minho chuckled at that.

“Hah! They know they can’t take me.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe Changbin or Chan hyung, but they don’t live here, do they?” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “It’s been a tough few days for you. Let’s try to sleep.” You cuddled up to him, and the night fell calmly.

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Jeongin couldn’t sleep again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed. How you would feel pressed up to him. How sex would feel like with you. You, who were equally as passionate as you were talented. Would you be gentle with him? Would you be rough like you were with Minho? Jeongin wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex a handful of times before, but when he did, it was never a one-night stand or just a fling. He liked having a deeper connection with someone before getting to that stage, he felt like he had one with you. Maybe that’s what was wrong with his brain; he saw you naked and thought back at your relationship, established that you had a connection and then he wanted to fuck you. He hadn’t even had sex with Jiah yet. Maybe he needed to get that off his chest and he’d stop thinking about you. 

Jeongin sighed and got up, walking to the kitchen. He saw the light on and supposed it was Felix and the repercussions of his habit of playing League of Legends at 3am. He almost jumped when he saw you.

“Hi noona.” He said and yawned, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. He took a glass from the cabinet but dropped it due to his shaking hands. It didn’t break, as it fell unto the carpet. Jeongin thanked God for that. You rushed over to him anyways.

“Are you actually okay, Innie?” You asked. He was always a little nervous around you, he was aware of that, and you were aware of that too. “Sit down. I’m making tea. Maybe that’ll help with whatever you’re going through.” He nodded and did as you told him. He didn’t talk much; you usually broke the ice with him. “So, Minho’s sleep schedule doesn’t align with mine. I think I’ll crash on the couch for the rest of the night. He goes to sleep too early, you know? And wakes up even earlier.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Was all Jeongin could say. 

“I have a terrible sleep schedule, though. So, I guess I’m the problem here.” You kept speaking as you served the two cups of tea. “You want some ice cream or something?” He shook his head. 

“I’m on a diet right now.” He replied.

“I respect that.” You placed his cup on the table before him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you leaned down and he felt his cock twitch. “But this doesn’t really happen every day. Like, what are the odds of you and me, drinking tea at the witching hour on a random Tuesday.” 

“Fine.” He said in defeat. He really was craving something to eat. He knew about your sweet tooth and wished he could be less restrictive to be able to actually enjoy it with you. 

“It’s frozen yogurt anyways… so it’s kind of healthy?” You added, doubtfully. You placed a tub of mango flavored frozen yogurt and two spoons next to his cup of tea. You took the seat beside him instead of your usual seat. “I hope you don’t mind sharing what’s left.”

“It’s fine.” He took a few sips of his tea whilst you checked your phone. You always tried to fill in the gaps of silence with him and he felt the need to do it now. He scanned your face, you looked tired. Your eyes weren’t swollen like earlier; you didn’t have makeup on so he could study your expression lines and the dark circles beneath your eyes. “Are you okay, noona?” 

“Hm?” You look up to him. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, Innie. I’m, like, so old and I’ve been through everything.” You were just a little younger than Minho so that made him laugh. He called Minho old, but he never saw you as “old”. “What? You can’t make fun of an auntie! C’mon!” He laughed a bit more. You smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I’m fine. Jeongyeon offered me a place to stay but I’d rather be here with you.” His heart fluttered at that, and he was sure that he blushed, too. You grabbed a spoon and started eating the not-so-frozen yogurt. “Eat too, please. It’ll be normal yogurt by the time you finish your tea.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, noona.”

 And your heart fluttered too.

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Jeongin was able to finish his schedule for the day quicker than anticipated. He was running on caffeine and no sleep, after all. When he returned to his room after his conversation with you the night before, he couldn’t prevent his nonstop blushing or his ultimate feelings of guilt and embarrassment. He still couldn’t comprehend how he went from being nothing but courteous and careful about you to this whole mess of a person he had become. He hadn’t seen Minho or you that day, he was thankful for that. 

Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Were you recording in the room next to theirs? Were you working in your office? He decided to get a coffee for himself and before he consciously consulted his thought process, he had ordered one for you too. He knew that it was unusual for him to buy things for someone if they weren’t specifically asked for. He even considered giving your highly complex coffee order to someone else. His feet carried him to you. He passed by the studio first, but you weren’t there. Then, he walked to your office. He breathed in, trying to decipher an incomprehensible conversation inside, and knocked on your door.

“Yes? Come in!” You half-shouted from the inside. He opened the door and saw you sitting at your desk, with a pen and notebook in hand. Despite having multiple computers or digital instruments to work with, you always leaned to using the rawest form of creation. Hyunjin and Jisung were sitting on the chairs next to you. You didn’t even look up to him. “You see? Once you add this phrase, that whole verse doesn’t make sense. I think it’ll be better to leave it for the bridge and have cohesion overall. But it’s your call.” Then, you looked up to him and immediately smiled. “Oh! Hi, Jeongin. What’s up?” You looked down at his hands next.

“Ah! Um, I know you had trouble sleeping last night and, uh, I got this for you. As a gratitude, for the tea, you know…” He said and mentally face-palmed himself. He walked closer to you and placed the coffee on your desk.

“Ah, Innie. I really appreciate it, but you didn’t have to. Thank you, really.” You smiled as you lifted the cup to your lips. Jeongin gulped as your lips parted. “Oh, actually, are you busy tonight?” He looked at Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes for the first time then. He couldn’t bear to look at yours; not when he was imagining how your darling lips would look around his cock.

“Oh? Yeah. I’m hanging out with Jiah, you know, the girl I told you about.” He nervously answered.

“AH! That’s even better than what we were going to ask you!” Jisung said as he stood up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin as he wrapped his arm around him. “So, are you going to ask her to be your giiiiirrrrllllfriend?” Jisung sang the last word. You and Hyunjin were staring at him curiously now.

“Ah, hyung, why would you-,” he cut himself off, “it’s not like that yet. We’re just getting to know each other…” You stood up and placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Jisung, concentrate. I have other things to do than just give you advice that you won’t take! Let’s just keep going.” You said, lifting your hand off his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Innie. I’d love to have you here any time except for now because Jisung can’t concentrate if there’s more than two people here.” You glared at Jisung as Hyunjin chuckled.

“HEY! I’m more than capable of being serious when...” Jisung started but Jeongin cut him off.

“Oh, yeah. I, sadly, do know Jisung can be like that.” He said and smiled. “Bye, noona. Good luck!”

“HEY! Why are you talking to your hyung like that! Yan-” Jisung started but Jeongin made his exit before he could continue, a satisfied grin on his face due to his annoyance of Jisung. You walked out of the office.

“Hey, Innie! Are you leaving just right now?” You asked as he walked away.

“Yeah. Do you need a lift?” He predicted, you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need 5 minutes with Jisung and Hyune and I’ll be out. I can ask Binnie if you’re in a rush. It’s just that Minho isn’t here today and I-” You replied, he held up one hand to stop you.

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“Thank you so much, Innie. You’re really saving me these days.”

Jeongin texted Jiah that he’d arrive a few minutes later than expected. He planned on stopping at the dorm to freshen up, anyways. He pondered how he would handle the situation with Jiah, not being sure that his feelings for her were actually blossoming or not. 

“Jeongin-ah!” Jisung said as he walked out of your office. “Have fun at your date tonight!” He winked at Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at Jisung. You walked out with Hyunjin after Jisung left.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked you in his soft voice. Jeongin perked up when he heard that, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, count me in. That sounds exciting.” You answered and smiled widely at Hyunjin. 

“Sounds great. I’ll pick you up early, then. We’ll get breakfast if you want.”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You said, he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. Jeongin stared at you as you hugged him back. Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head as he pulled away. Jeongin deadpanned. What did Hyunjin think he was doing? You’re Minho’s girlfriend? Minho would surely lash out on him if he saw that. 

“See you, Y/N-nie. Bye bye, Jeonginnie!” Hyunjin said and you waved as he walked away. 

You walked to his car in silence, while texting someone an apparently long message. When you got in, his stomach flipped. You looked so pretty in the passenger seat of his car. He would gladly take you to and from work every day if he could admire the simplicity of your beauty like that: the face-framing pieces of your hair were tucked in, you had taken off your blazer, your makeup had oxidized a bit due to wear. And your smell, you smelled like rosemary, your strawberry mocha and a sweetness he couldn’t decipher.

“Sorry for the wait.” You spoke up as he started the car.

“Aish, don’t worry about that. I agreed to wait, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it was like 15 minutes instead of 5. I kind of felt guilty for not taking Hyune’s offer tonight.”

“Right, busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we were going to go today, to a photography exhibit not too far from here. But I’m so exhausted. Plus, since Minho’s out all weekend camping and, y’know he invited everyone to catch up with him tomorrow. Camping isn’t really for me, though. I’m more of a homebody. Plus, don’t tell the boys, but I’m also in dire need of some peace and quiet.” You chuckled. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You don’t like camping?” 

“I don’t, particularly. I can go, but if someone else volunteers, that’d be better. Do you like it? Are you going to meet up with Minho too?” You chuckled again. He shook his head. It was then that Jeongin tensed up and realized this is the first time that he’s been entirely alone with you in an inescapable place. The drive wasn’t long, approximately 5 minutes left, but he underestimated the effect you were having on him. “Is your day busy tomorrow?” 

“Huh?” he was deep in thought. “Oh, no. I’m going to work out and then rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked. “I asked Minho if I could invite Hyune and he said he’d think about it, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it? Felix and Seungmin already bailed on us to go camping.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t mind. I actually have this horror film that I really want to watch, and you know Yongbok doesn’t like them.” He replied. Why had he been the last person you asked, though? He knew that you were probably closer to Felix than him, but you definitely weren’t closer to Seungmin, from his perspective.

“Great! It’s settled then.” 

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Jeongin met Jiah at a restaurant near her apartment. He had gotten there a few minutes later than anticipated.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He said as he sat down. “You look great.” She really did; Jiah always looked great. 

“Thank you so much, Jeongin. You do too.” She replied with a smile.

“Were you able to order ahead?”

“Yes… Food’s supposed to be here soon enough.”

“Thank you so much. I’m kind of starving.” She smiled sympathetically at him which alerted him. 

“Jeongin?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“I actually invited you here to talk to you about something…” The waiter arrived with the food. When he left, she continued with a sigh. “I wanted to talk about us…” Jeongin swore he felt his heart stop for a moment then. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what we have and myself, too. I-I was recently offered a job opportunity in the United States. It’ll be a great work opportunity for me, but I’d have to be there for at least a year…” She took a breath. “I thought about long distance, we’ve sort of been there before, right? But a year is such a long time. I don’t want to tie you down by forcing you to be with me and not even being in the picture…”

“Hey.” He said gently, “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m so happy you have this opportunity. Please don’t feel sorry for me. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. You love your job so much. So, if you want to take it, please take it… Don’t think about me or anyone else when it comes to this.”

“No, don’t say things like that, I’m going to cry.” She sniffled. Jeongin chuckled at that.

“Oh no. You can’t cry here. They’ll charge us extra if you do.” She chuckled at that. “In all seriousness, though, I’m not getting in the way of your career goals, just like you haven’t gotten in the way with mine. I support you entirely. Plus, you don’t know where we’ll be in a year or two. Perhaps you’ll be in the US, having fun at a local bar with your new work friends because they gave you a promotion. Or maybe we’re back here, catching up about our recent endeavors.”

“Oh, Jeongin-ah.” She said melancholically. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” 

Jeongin dropped Jiah off at her door, looked back and drove away. It was then that it hit him that he, now, didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or to rely on when he was sad or frustrated. Funnily enough, this had been the first night that he felt a more genuine connection with her. His eyes filled with tears for the first time that night. The drive to the dorm was quiet, and he was so deep in thought that not even you crossed his mind.

When he arrived, every door was closed so he sat down on the sofa and pondered about where his feelings have been during the past week, shedding a tear or two in the meantime. He cried for Jiah, and Minho, and you. But as if you were calling to him, he overheard you. At first, it was an accident. 

“Min- I’m sorry to call you all of a sudden while you’re having fun... No, it’s not that, everything’s okay here…” You softly started. “But I’ve been having this question in my brain all day.” There was a pause. “We’re together, right? Am I your girlfriend?” Jeongin knew he shouldn’t be listening to that, but his feet carried him closer to Minho’s door. “It’s just that… I’ve been having these weird feelings lately, um, well, it’s been a while now and… I-I’m not a good girlfriend, Min…” 

Jeongin felt terrible as he heard you sniffle, he wanted to hug you tightly, to kiss your tears away. He also wanted to continue listening but decided that your privacy was more important. So, he walked over to his shared bathroom and ran a bath for himself. And he contemplated the absurdity of it all, how both you and him were having such complicated feelings about your relationships at the same time. Him, having been broken up with, and yours, for whatever reason. He dozed off for a second, for the first time in days, he felt too tired to lie awake. 

He, then, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. He wanted to walk back to Minho’s door, to you, but he decided against it. He didn’t hear any crying either, so he returned to his room. That was the first night since the incident where Jeongin had a decent sleep.

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You were gone when Jeongin woke up. He couldn’t sleep in often due to his frequent morning schedules and he took the opportunity every time he could to do so. It was already past eleven and he still needed to go to the gym. He pondered if he should bother eating breakfast until he walked into the kitchen. 

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the fridge door and in your writing, it read, “Hi Innie. I guess it’s tomorrow by the time you read this. I ordered tteokbokki for two out of habit. There’s one for you inside. -Y/N”. Jeongin furiously blushed at that. He was well aware that when you made a double order you were just thinking about Minho. Still, you gave it to him. You could’ve eaten it later that day, but you decided to give it to him. He scanned the fridge for the bowl and heated it up. He hadn’t craved tteokbokki in a while, but he would never deny it when it came from you.

He ate the mildly spicy beef tteokbokki and kept the sticky note in his pocket. He played Animal Crossing in his room for an hour. He wasn’t used to playing games that weren’t violent, but Felix convinced him to try it out. It did help him relax these days where he’s been on edge. He didn’t feel like going out anymore, the comfort of his bed lured him but had to force himself to do so. He spent an hour working out at the gym, an activity he usually did with Minho. He couldn’t stop thinking about Minho or Jiah, or you and Hyunjin and whatever you were doing. 

After working out, he went to the grocery store and picked up different food options, in hopes of changing their menu for the following week. When he arrived at the dorm, he saw Hyunjin’s car parked in Minho��s spot. He sighed and walked up the stairs to their floor. He opened the door to see you and Hyunjin sitting on the sofa. Hyunjin’s arm was sitting on top of the sofa behind you. Jeongin’s heart beat faster when your and Hyunjin’s eyes shifted to him. He scanned both of you for a second, if you were a couple, you’d be the prettiest couple he’d seen in real life. He knew that Hyunjin was a very explicit romantic and very attentive to detail which paired well with your giving nature. Jeongin noticed some new cat-friendly flowers on a vase in a bookshelf that Meadow never jumped on. He also noticed that you had a new Versace scarf wrapped around one of the handles of your purse. He felt a cold sweat. Could Hyunjin be any sleazier? Taking you on a date while Minho was away, buying you gifts, putting his arm around you. Who does he think he is? 

“Jeongin-ah!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he stood up to wrap an arm around him. But, Jeongin couldn’t play along, not when he was so explicitly flirting with you, something none of them dared to do, or did they? Hyunjin dragged him to sit on the sofa between you two, his clothed thigh brushing against your bare one. “How did your date go yesterday?” Jeongin wasn’t expecting that question.

“Uh, yeah, not great.” He answered while slightly blushing.

“Wait, what happened?” You asked with a concerned expression, putting your hand on his thigh. He automatically jumped and you immediately removed your hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Uh, she dumped me. I guess, she’s moving in like a month... to the US.” You gasped.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Innie. I know that you liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too, Jeongin-ah. How are you?” Hyunjin asked, a question that had plagued him for a while. 

“Thanks, and, um, I’m okay. It’s weird but we weren’t together for long so… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” You both nodded at his response.

“So, Hyunjin is bailing on me too.” You changed the conversation topic. 

“Ah, no! You don’t get it, STAY asked me for that live. I forgot it was tonight, but I can’t let them down. I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t interacted with them, you know that.” He leaned over Jeongin’s lap to take your hand. “I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but make a disgusted expression. 

“I’m kidding, Hyunnie. I don’t mind. STAY is more important than watching a movie.” You chuckled, shaking your hand off his. “You’re traumatizing Innie.”

“Sorry, Jeonginnie. This is how our dynamic works.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jeongin. Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin. Being around Hyunjin and him making flirty remarks at Jeongin always made him nervous, even if he played it off. You made him nervous too, he was on the shier side with women in general. 

He avoided eye contact with you and his other hyungs’ girlfriends at first. He worked a lot on being comfortable with you during these past years, just to not be able to look at you in the eyes anymore. Jeongin remembered the forgotten grocery bags next to him and walked over to unload them in the kitchen. He heard Hyunjin’s voice and stood in the kitchen doorway.

“I have to get going. I need to get some makeup on me before the live.”

“You look good just like this, though. I’m sure that STAY will like you this way, maybe even a little more.” You smiled at him as you stood up to walk him out. He blushed. Jeongin imagined you telling him that. “Thank you for everything, Jinnie. I had so much fun.” Jeongin’s heart fell at your use of a nickname when referring to Hyunjin.

“I’ll gladly take you out again whenever you want. Ask and you shall receive.” Hyunjin smiled sheepishly at you. His hand squeezed your waist as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingered on you more than a friend’s would, in Jeongin’s opinion. “Bye, beautiful.” He looked at Jeongin. “Bye, Jeonginnie, stop being a pervert. We’re all friends here.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out the door. You turned to Jeongin’s direction, and your face was a deep red color, just like his.

“Sorry about that. You know Hyunjin, he’s just teasing.” You justified while awkwardly smiling. You walked over to Minho’s room and opened to door to open his door, revealing a sleeping Meadow. Hyunjin was less allergic to cats than Changbin, he had no problem taking his allergy pills beforehand, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him if it was a shorter stay. Meadow didn’t mind being in Minho’s room, she didn’t even wake up when you opened it. 

“Um, I’m going to shower.” Jeongin announced. “We can watch the movie after, if you want.”

“Yeah, only if you still want to…” You looked up at him.

“Of course, noona.” He grinned. Jeongin was quick to say yes to anything you asked him to do. 

Jeongin had questioned his abilities to self-regulate before the incident, but he never felt that he could become so out of touch with them. He felt like a schoolboy around you; he blushed when your eyes met his, his heart beat faster whenever he heard your voice, he replayed scenarios of you fucking him before going to sleep.

He couldn’t help but pray every time these came to mind. His guilt was eating him up, and he felt it served him right for being so reserved all of the time. He had nobody to seriously talk to about this. Anyone he told, would probably tell Minho in a heartbeat. He tried to sigh everything out during his cold shower before having to face you. 

When he left the bathroom, you had the living room set up. You had pushed both sofas against each other, into a makeshift bed of sorts. Jeongin gulped. There were snacks and blankets on the sofa, two tables next to the sofas, on top of those tables were your water bottles and some diet soda. Jeongin gulped once more. Did you expect him to lay down next to you? If it were any other member, he’d understand, but him? Jeongin was practically allergic to skinship and everyone knew it. He had avoided any close proximity to you since he met you, not having hugged you even once in those two years. 

“Ugh, Innie?” You snapped him out of his thoughts. “Are the couches good like this? This is how we always do it at the 3racha dorm, but I know you don’t like being close to anyone.” You chuckled. He smiled nervously, thinking: would it be weird to say no when everyone else is okay with it?

“Anything’s good with me, noona.” You stepped closer to him, squinting, as if you were inspecting his expression. 

“C’mon, Innie. You can drop the formalities, you know? No one else calls me noona. And I really won’t be offended if you don’t like the arrangement just because I’m older than you. Plus, it’s not even that much of an age gap anyways.”

“Okay, Y/N, better?” You nodded. “I’m fine with it, really. You’re being, like, Jisung annoying right now.” You clutched your heart in your chest.

“Ouch, okay. That hurt. I didn’t need the full hyung experience either.” You pouted. 

“I’m sorry noona. I-”

“Innie, I’m totally kidding. My best friends are Bin, Minho and Jisung so I’m used to it. You don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I won’t tease you anymore, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “C’mon.” You tugged at his arm. 

Your makeshift bed wasn’t the best way to watch the movie, but it was more comfortable than he expected. The couches weren’t big, he knew that, but they were big enough to accommodate you two without having to touch each other whilst laying down. The movie was playing but he couldn’t stop staring at you every minute or so until you blankly stared at him. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“W-what? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Innie, you’ve been staring at me nonstop with this ultra concerned expression. What’s on your mind?” His heart started racing.

“Um, nothing really. I’m just not all there, you know, I just broke up with Ji-ah…and…”

“You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. 

“Okay. I just feel like there’s something here that you don’t want to talk about. Like, um… maybe you… watching me and Minho in a compromising position that night?” FUCK.

“Fuck, noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to get Meadow her food and…and…” Jeongin felt tears welling up, his mind rushing with every self-deprecating thought he could muster up.

“No, no, baby, no. I’m not mad at you.” You reached up to him and gently took his face in your hands. “Innie, I’m sorry about you having to see that. At first, I really doubted that anyone had seen us but you’re kinda being more jittery than usual. I’m really sorry, Innie. I feel so bad.” His face felt warm in your hands, his expression was guilt-ridden, and it absolutely broke your heart. You let go of his face once he looked at you.

“No, noona. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And then, I just was so shocked. T-then Minho hyung came out and I thought he’d kill me.”

“No, Innie, of course not. It was our fault for leaving the door open…” You started. “I’m so embarrassed.” You nervously took a sip of your water, covering the crimson blush that formed in your face. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. I just couldn’t handle not knowing.”

“You’re really not mad, noona?” You shook your head.

“Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?”

“Maybe, but not in the way you’d think…” He impulsively declared, both of your eyes widening. 

“So, in what way then?” You interrogated, your voice expressed both curiosity and intrigue. Jeongin swallowed.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… You and Minho hyung… you know… Ugh…”

“So, you really didn’t know that me and Minho slept together?” Your voice was sardonic.

“No, I did, but seeing it was weird.”

“Did you like it kind of weird?” You asked, more directly this time, maintaining eye contact with him. He scanned your expression for a moment. He sighed. 

“Fuck… yeah.” Was all you needed to hear before smashing your lips onto his. His eyes closed at the second he felt you; your hands were wrapped around his neck; your eyes were closed, and his heart was beating out of his chest when reality hit him. What were you doing? Wouldn’t this piss Minho off? You separated yourself from him.

“Innie? Are you going to kiss me back or did I royally misread into this?” You asked, blushing.

He grinned. His hands found the small of your back and pushed you towards him again, meeting you into the kiss. You deepened the kiss, your tongue asked for entrance, and he gladly allowed it. He had never felt whatever this was. You were now in his lap, his arms were wrapped around you, his cock had been hard since you slipped into the couch, and you could feel it. His boxers were now soaked with pre-cum, but he was entirely unbothered by that. You ground yourself in his lap and Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a thirsty moan from deep within him. He separated himself from you then. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, Minho’s image kept playing in his head.

“Noona. What about Minho hyung?” You chuckled. 

“Minho is my boyfriend…but we do this from time to time, if we especially like the person.” You started, catching your breath. “And I really really like you, Innie.” That was enough for him, he stood up and held one hand for you and led you to his room. Jeongin’s self-consciousness came out at that moment. His room wasn’t too messy, but it wasn’t tidy either, a typical boy room with his game remotes and consoles laying out. 

“Honey, stop overthinking…just enjoy this. I’ve been wanting this for a while now” you confessed. Jeongin blinked a few times, in absolute shock. “What?”

“You’ve been wanting this?”

“Of course, Innie. We can talk about it later if you want.” You suggested, he nodded and returned to your lips as you straddled him once again. He pulled away and sheepishly smiled at you, tugging his shirt off. His chest was broader than you anticipated, his muscles were well defined. You dragged a hand through his torso, stopping at the patch of hair below his belly button before you followed him suit, taking off your shirt as well. He stared at your breasts that sat comfortably in your black lace bra. Jeongin’s imagination ran wild during the past week, not expecting to actually perceive them in real time.

“Ah, so you like boobs after all.” You chuckled as your hands reached to open your bra clasp. Jeongin’s hands helped you finish removing it.

“Can I?” He asked and looked down at your breasts, in awe as you lifted them up from sagging. You nodded. His hands replaced yours, long fingers grabbing at your pebbled nipple. His mouth latched on to your other nipple and harshly tugged at it, you moaned at that and felt Jeongin smirk beneath you. He couldn’t get enough of you. This is the connection he had always been yearning for when he slept with someone. Jeongin felt your hand wander down between you and stroke his forgotten erection. He moaned at your movements around his clothed length.

“Innie, I’m so wet for you.” You confessed, making him moan again. 

“Noona, you can’t say that. I’m going to bust, and I haven’t even felt you.”

“We can’t have that, then.” You said as you tilted his face upwards with your free hand, to look at you. “I kind of need you inside me now.” You moaned whilst grinding your hips into his. Jeongin swore that he could see stars. He slightly lifted you off him and leaned over to his bedside table. He neatly grabbed a condom out of a box. 

“Don’t you want to feel me raw?” You asked as you tilted your head. Jeongin could feel chills down his spine.

“B-but noona. I don’t want to get you, uh, pregnant or anything…” Nonetheless, his cock twitched at the thought.

“Oh, trust, that won’t happen. I take my birth control almost religiously.”

“And what about STIs?”

“I’m clean.” He cringed at your obscene mention of Minho. “The company gets us tested regularly, too. I’m clean. But if you want to use the condom, feel free to do so.” The condom was discarded on the floor as soon as you confirmed that you were clean.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can we skip foreplay?” He asked as he lowered his sweats. You nodded. He lowered his underwear to reveal his leaking cock. You stared at it, making him feel self-conscious. His dick was beautiful, the perfect size and girth, not too long or too thick. You didn’t fail to notice the many beads of pre-cum leaking over his angry, pink head, onto the curly patch of hair at its base. 

“Wow, Innie. You’re so beautiful.” You said, your eyes twinkling. He smiled shyly. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, with a hand working on his cock, the other reached to your pajama pants. You helped him lower them doing, revealing your soaked, black lace underwear. He took his hand off his cock to lower those himself. 

He was in awe of your beauty, a goddess in his eyes. Your plush body, your soft curves and your gorgeous cunt. Jeongin didn’t know vaginas could be that beautiful but as soon as he caught sight of yours, he knew he wanted to worship it forever. To worship you. “You’re incredible, noona.” He expressed as you laid down on his bed. He could see your wet folds and he felt the need to taste you. Jeongin lowered his head to your cunt, the soft hair adorning it tickled his face as he experimentally licked it. You moaned at that, surprised at him going down on you, having asked earlier to skip foreplay. He kept making out with your cunt, while you shuddered at the feeling of him going down on you. He moaned at you, your sounds, your taste, the visions of you.

“Can I fuck you now, noona? Please?”

“Yes, Innie. I’m yours.” You replied, your head was thrown back. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds and gathered your juices. His cock’s head bumped your entrance making both of you moan. He slowly pushed in, moaning with every drag inside you. 

“You’re too tight, noona. Is Minho not fucking you good enough?” He smirked. 

“Oh, he is and even if he wasn’t, Hyunjin’s good too. I’m pretty satisfied.” You replied, he thrusted in harshly, filling you up completely.

“So, I’m not that special, huh? You’ve just been fucking everyone here?” He panted as he kept erratically thrusting inside you. You moaned ever so sweetly at his movements and Jeongin swore that he would come right then. The sounds of your bodies meeting would take him over the edge at any minute. The warmth of your cunt was incomparable to anything that he had ever experienced until that moment. He knew not to worship the mundane, but how could he not, when you exist.

“Hmmm. Maybe. But nobody except Minho has gotten me raw before.” You said in between pants. “So, I guess you are that special after all.” He moaned. He could feel your pelvis against his as he thrusted, his head was hidden in your neck. He sucked hickeys onto it, making sure Minho knew who fucked you as he left his marks. 

“Noona, you’re so fucking good. You’re so … fucking…perfect.” He said in between trusts. He could feel you clenching against his cock, moaning in perfect harmony. “I want to be inside you all day.”

“You might have a bit of competition there.” You said, catching his gaze. He smirked at you.

“I don’t care.” He pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. You caught onto him and bent over. He slid in quickly, your wetness welcoming him warmly. “You have me now. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Innie, you feel so great. I can feel you throbbing. Are you close?” He moaned at that. “You want to cum?” His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, nearly slipping out of your soaked cunt multiple times. “Honey, do you want to cum?” He moaned once again as he buried his face in the back of your neck. His legs were almost giving up, his hands grabbed your hips so harshly that you knew bruises would form on your sensitive skin.

“Yes, noona. I’ve been holding it for so long.” He moaned deliciously. “I want to cum so badly. You feel so…” He paused when you clenched around him, making him feel every warm and wet crevice of your cunt.

“You want to cum inside, Innie?” You asked and clenched around him again. He moaned once again, speeding up his thrusts.

“N-noona, I can’t… N-…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the feeling of your warm walls made him unload. He came in ropes and ropes of warm, thick seed inside of you. Your sweet sounds further pushing him over. His orgasm felt like a lifetime. He took a second to catch his breath. “Are you insane?” You chuckled at that. He had never felt closer to anyone before, feeling his overstimulated cock inside your cum-flooded cunt. His cum inside you; that was a fantasy in itself. 

“Hey! You’re the one who couldn’t even hold on for a second after me asking that.” You replied. “It feels good. You were really saving it up, huh?” He blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“I didn’t even get you to finish. Let me.” He slowly pulled out with a hiss, and you shifted to lay on your back. Then, he lowered himself down to your pussy, basking in the sight of his cum oozing out of you. The door swiftly opened to reveal a very intense-looking Minho. Jeongin froze for a second, quickly pulling himself back from your body.

“Okay! Honeymoon’s over.” Minho smirked. “Hi jagi. You look deliciously fucked out.” He scoffed at Jeongin’s shocked expression. “What? Weren’t you just raving about how we don’t fuck her well enough? Don’t tell me you’re all scared now?” He smirked again and sat on the bed next to to you. “You let him cum inside, really?” Minho whined and pouted. “You didn’t let me hit raw until, like, the fifth time.” Jeongin grinned at that, Minho glared at him.

“Sorry, Min. He was just too good to me. I was so desperate.” You chuckled and extended your arm to Jeongin. He, hesitantly, laid down next to your form, you cuddled up to him.

“Well, since you like him that much, I think I’ll eat him out of you.” Minho teased.

He lowered his head to your core to lick at it. You stared at up Jeongin, not missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of Minho between your legs. You moaned into Jeongin’s chest as Minho worked his expert tongue on you. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss, and he couldn’t help but feel envious at how well Minho knows your body. He had you cumming in mere minutes. Your kisses intensified as you came to your high. Your sweet moans and the way your skin felt hot against him had Jeongin leaking precum again. Minho chuckled as he gave one last kiss to your folds. 

He raised his head to look at you both. Jeongin had pulled his boxers on, but his bulge was visibly hard beneath them. 

“I expect you to make her cum next time.” He announced. Jeongin rolled his eyes. 

“I was about to when you interrupted us, hyung.” He argued. Minho chuckled as he, visibly hard too, kissed your lips. “Plus, I didn’t give you permission to satisfy your sexual needs in my room.” You giggled at that.

“I didn’t give you permission to fuck my girlfriend, did I?” Minho snickered. Jeongin blushed. 

“Stop bickering, please. This was supposed to be an enlightening experience for both of you too.” You stated as Minho stood up. 

“I’ll get around to liking the dynamic soon enough.” Minho teased. “Jeonginnie just has to accept me as part of it.” Jeongin scoffed once more. “See you soon, jagi?” You nodded. He walked over to the door and winked at Jeongin before exiting, closing the door behind him.

“He’s not going to be a part of any of my dynamics.” Jeongin stated as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes.

“Minho can be, well, Minho. But I did see you get hard when he ate me out.”

“Noona, that wasn’t because of him, it’s you.” He whined. 

“Sure. What about the way you looked at Hyunjin today?” You chuckled; he blushed. “We’ll talk about that later. More importantly, are you okay, Innie?” He sheepishly grinned.

“Yeah. I think I’ve wanted this for longer than I admitted to.” He confessed, you smiled.

“Yeah, me too. And I would love to do this again,” You sighed. “But you do know that Minho will always be part of the dynamic, right?”

“Yes, noona. I know, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction over me yet.” He replied. You giggled. 

“That does make things more interesting.” 

There was a short pause after that, Jeongin fumbled with his church ring, and you took his hand in yours. His slender fingers caressed yours, sending shivers to your skin. 

“Thank you, noona.”

“Thank you, Innie. I do mean what I said, I really really like you… a lot. I know you prefer more traditional relationships but… I’m always here if you want to try something different.” You blushed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. “As long as you can accept the Minho of it all.”

“I still have a lot to think about. This is really new to me so bear with me. Still, I know that I like you a bit too much right now.” He admitted. “So, not even Minho hyung can throw me off.” You giggled.

“Of course, think it over for as long as you want. We can work with you and Minho afterwards.” you chuckled. The door slowly opened to reveal Minho holding two glasses of water. He walked over to you and handed one to each of you. You sat up, separating from Jeongin for the first time since you came into the room. 

“So, when I fuck Y/N later, do you want to eat her creampied cunt?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin, who had a deadpan expression.

“Depends on who creampied her.” He answered. “If it was me, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Sheesh. The maknae gives his first creampie and he thinks he’s all that.” Minho teased Jeongin. “You have to work on your aftercare too.”

“Hyung!” Jeongin complained, making Minho snicker.

“Okay, okay! I won’t interrupt again.” Minho held his arms up in surrender. He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him again.

“When did he even get here?” Jeongin questioned as he buried his blushing face on your shoulder.  

“Actually, I have no idea.” You giggled. Your hand reached upwards to stroke his hair.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?"

“Do you actually have sex with all the other members?” He asked with a hushed voice. 

“No.” You replied. “I’ve only had sex with Hyunjin and Minho’s been involved both times.” 

“Involved? You mean like a threesome?” He looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah… I told you it was different with you.” He tried to hide his smile, but his dimples gave it away. 

“Then why’d you say that you fucked everyone?” He pouted.

“You seemed to like that.”

“Noona… No!”

Jeongin blushed. He sat up and scanned your expression. You looked flushed but content, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, but you looked almost peaceful. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, with your bare, glowy skin, your messy hair, your glossy eyes, your cocky smirk, the freckles that adorned your shoulders; entirely yourself. You felt like home, a comforting presence that he couldn’t feel in a physical place. Or explain in words. Incomprehensibly purposeful, was the only fathomable way to express what he felt. Like he was meant to be there with you.

“So, you’ll think it through?” You asked as your eyes met his. His hand met yours, your fingers were cool to the touch. He nodded. 

“Do I have to fuck Minho though?” He whined.

“Not unless you want to.” You laughed. “He’ll probably want to watch us from time to time though, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I can do that… I think?”

“Slowly but surely.”

“And… he’s really okay with this?” He asked.

“He is.” You replied as you stroked his hand with your thumb. Jeongin reached out to grab your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips. You melted into his touch. “We can all talk about it later, if you want?” He nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be good. But I think I’ll keep you here for just a while longer. Just in case Minho takes it back.” He said as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You smiled at him as he pulled you down on the bed with him. “Just for your information, I don’t mind skinship if it’s with you.” He nuzzled his face on the back of your neck, his arms were laid on your waist and his heart beat fast in his chest. 

You fell asleep in his arms not long after and he couldn’t believe that the image of you in his arms wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Even with the complex nature of your not-so-newfound appreciation for each other. Jeongin felt like everything was peaceful.

And, as the night fell, he couldn’t help but create scenarios of you in his bed. Or, to his surprise, in Minho’s.

[moonchansunlix]

Jeongin who asks Seungmin to help him practice kissing or something but Seungmin refuses because he thinks he wouldn’t be able to make it enjoyable for Jeongin because of his braces.

Fast forward to when Seungmin finally takes off his braces. Jeongin asks him once more to kiss, explaining that he didn’t trust someone else as much as Seungmin to help him with this. Seungmin smiles, cooing at Jeongin for being cute before kissing him.

[echo-rambles]

you're my biggest kink

Jeongin eventually finishes, knotting it with yet another yank. “So. Anything?" Seungmin flexes the muscles in his arms, in his hands. Bends his elbows so that he can get a better look at the rope work. “I don't know.” He hums, curling his fingers. “Was it meant to be sexy? The act of tying me up?" Jeongin presses his lips together as he thinks. “Maybe? Did it feel sexy?" "Not really."

[animeyanderelover]

I have decided to update my list and sort everything that I write for in alphabetical order so that everyone who wants to request something has an easier time overviewing everything. Additionally I have decided to add to every show a few characters I especially adore writing about so that you can do me a little favor if you desire to do so💜.

Akame ga Kill!

𖹭Esdeath, Lubbock, Run, Wave𖹭

Akatsuki No Yona

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིJae-Ha, Shin-Ah, Son Hakᡣ𐭩ྀི

Amnesia

❦Ikki, Kent, Shin, Toma, Ukyo❦

Angels of Death

۶ৎIsaac Foster۶ৎ

Arcane

❤︎Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Silco, Vi, Viktor❤︎

Assassination Classroom

♥︎Chiba, Gakuho, Itona, Isogai, Karma, Koro-sensei (human form) Maehara♥︎

Attack On Titan

♡Eren, Floch, Jean, Levi, Mikasa, Pieck♡

Black Bullet

❀Kisara, Tamaki, Shouma❀

Black Butler

ᥫ᭡Ash, Bluewer, Gregory, Grell, Greenhill,Joker, Pluto, Redmond, Sebastian, Snake, Undertakerᥫ᭡

Black Clover

ᰔCharlotte, Finral, Fuegoleon, Gauche, Jack, Julius, Kirsch, Klaus, Langris, Leopold, Nacht, Nozel, Mereoleona, Raia, Rill, William, Vanessa, Vanica, Yami, Yuno,Zenon, Zoraᰔ

Bleach

ᯓᡣ𐭩Aizen, Byakuya, Gin, Grimmjow, Hisagi, Nanao, Senjumaru, Shinji, Ulquiorra, Unohana, Uraharaᯓᡣ𐭩

Blue Lock

ꨄ︎Bachira, Chigiri, Isagi, Nagi, Reo, Rin, Saeꨄ︎

Bungou Stray Dogs

‹𝟹Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor, Jouno, Kouyou, Mori, Nikolai‹𝟹

Chainsaw Man

₊˚⊹♡Aki, Kishibe, Makima₊˚⊹♡

Code Geass

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡Cornelia, Lelouch, Schneizel⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Cowboy Bebop

𝓛Faye Valentine, Spike Spiegel𝓛

Danganronpa

୨ৎAkane, Kirigiri, Kokichi, Nagito, Rantaro୨ৎ

Darker than Black

❤️Hei, Kirihara, November 11❤️

Deadman Wonderland

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊Takami, Kiyomasa, Kengamineㅤ♡ྀི ₊

Demon Slayer

𐙚Akaza, Giyu, Gyutaro, Muzan, Obanai𐙚

Death Note

ᡣ𐭩L, Light, Mello, Misa, Nearᡣ𐭩

Devilman Crybaby

༯Akira, Ryo༯

D. Gray-man

⊹₊⟡⋆Jasdevi, Kanda, Klaud Nine, Lavi, Sheril, Tyki⊹₊⟡⋆

Diabolik Lovers

-`♡´-Azusa, Kou, Richter, Ruki, Shu, Subaru-`♡´-

Dreaming Freedom

⟡ ݁₊ .Jeongmin, Juyeon, Siyun⟡ ݁₊ .

Dr. Stone

𝜗𝜚Gen, Hyoga, Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa𝜗𝜚

Durarara!!

🧸ྀིCelty, Izaya,Kasuka, Shizuo🧸ྀི

Fairy Tail

❥Acnologia, Erza, Gray, Irene, Rogue, Sting, Zeref❥

Fire Force

𑁤Benimaru, Hinawa, Joker, Maki𑁤

Free!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Haruka, Ikuya, Rin°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Fruits Basket

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆Akito, Ayame, Hatori, Hatsuharu, Kyo⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Food Wars!

^ྀིHayama, Kobayashi, Kuga, Kurokiba, Tsukasa^ྀི

Fullmetal Alchemist

༝༚༝༚Envy, Greed, Ling Yao, Lust, Roy༝༚༝༚

Gintama

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡Hijikata, Kamui, Sougo, Takasugi, Tsukuyo｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡

Haikyuu!!

✮⋆˙Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Oikawa, Suna✮⋆˙

Harry Potter

✿Draco, Fred, George, Snape, Tom✿

Hellsing

𓆩♡𓆪Alucard, Bernadotte, Integra, Seras, The Captain𓆩♡𓆪

House of The Dragon

ֶָ֢Aegon, Aemond, Daemon, Jacaerys, Rhaenyraֶָ֢

How To Train Your Dragon

❣︎Astrid, Dagur, Heather, Hiccup❣︎

Hunter x Hunter

 ꫂ ၴႅၴChrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Killua, Kurapika, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Shaiapoufꫂ ၴႅၴ

Inuyasha

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡Kagura, Kikyo, Kohaku, Naraku, Sesshomaru𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

Inu x Boku SS

💋ྀིྀིKaruto, Miketsukami, Natsuma, Sorinozuka💋ྀིྀི

Invincible

^᪲᪲᪲Invincible, Omni-Man, Atom Eve^᪲᪲᪲

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

⛇☃︎Abbacchio, Anasui, DIO, Giorno, Jolyne, Kira, Risotto ⛇☃︎

Jujutsu Kaisen

ღChoso, Geto, Gojo, Megumi, Mei Mei, Nanami, Sukuna, Tojiღ

Kakegurui

∞Kirari, Mary, Midari, Ririka, Yumeko∞

Kakegurui Twin

🤍Juraku, Mary, Sakura🤍

Kamisama Kiss

ּ ֶָ֢.Kurama, Mizuki, Tomoeּ ֶָ֢.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

────୨ৎ────Byakuran, Collonello (True Form), Dino, Fon (True Form), Hibari, Mukuro, Reborn (True Form)────୨ৎ────

Kuroko's Basketball

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Akashi, Aomine, Himuro, Kise, Murasakibara⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

Lord of the Rings

⋆Aragorn, Arwen, Eowyn, Legolas, Galadriel⋆

Lupin lll

⋆. 𐙚 ˚Daisuke, Fujiko, Goemon, Lupin⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Maid-sama

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡Hinata, Misaki, Takumi⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Marvel (The Movies)

💗ྀིBlack Widow, Black Panther, Captain America, Deadpool, Iron Man, Killmonger, Loki, Wolverine💗ྀི

Mirai Nikki

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖Akise, Minene, Yuno˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

My Hero Academia

⋆˙⟡Dabi, Hawks, Mirko, Monoma, Shigaraki, Shouto, Tamaki⋆˙⟡

Naruto

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩Itachi, Minato, Obito, Sasuke, Shisui, Tobirama, Tsunadeᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Noragami

.☘︎ ݁˖Bishamonten, Kazuma, Kofuku, Yato.☘︎ ݁˖

One Piece (Anime + Live Action)

♡ྀིAce, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Kid, Law, Luffy, Mihawk, Robin, Rosinante, Sanji, Smoker♡ྀི

Ouran High School Host Club

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Hikaru, Kaoru, Kyoya, Tamaki࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Owari No Seraph

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪Crowley, Ferid, Horn, Shinya, Urd⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Pandora Hearts

☆Elliot, Gilbert, Jack, Oswald, Vincent, Xerxes☆

Sailor Moon

♱Blue Saphire, Crimson Rubeus, Green Esmeraude, Jadeite, Kunzite, Nephrite, Prince Demande, Queen Beryl, Queen Nehellenia, Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Mars, Sailor Moon, Sailor Neptune, Sailor Pluto, Sailor Uranus, Sailor Venus, Tuxedo Mask, Zoisite♱

Samurai Champloo

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹Jin, Mugen‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

Secret Alliance

💖Chae Yul💖

Servamp

𓆩❤︎𓆪All of Love, Lawless, Licht, Sleepy Ash, Tsubaki𓆩❤︎𓆪

Seven Deadly Sins

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Arthur, Ban, Derieri, Gilthunder, Merlin˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Sirius

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـDorothea, Hideomi, Yulilyﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Souleater

‎♡‧₊˚Asura, Death The Kid, Franken Stein, Medusa‎♡‧₊˚

Star Wars (The Movies)

◡̈Anakin, Darth Maul, Leia, Luke, Kylo Ren◡̈

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼Aayla Secura, Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Asaji Ventress, Darth Maul, Kit Fisto, Obi Wan Kenobi, Rex, Savage Opress, Shaak Ti𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼

The Addams Family (1991 + 1993)

જ⁀➴ ♡Gomez Addams, Morticia Addamsજ⁀➴ ♡

The Boys

✗♡✗♡Butcher, Homelander, Kimiko, Queen Maeve, Soldier Boy✗♡✗♡

The Case Study of Vanitas

.ᐟAstolfo, Dominique, Jeanne, Noé, Vanitas.ᐟ

The Glory

♛Do-yeong, Dong-eun, Hye-jeong, Jae-joon, Sa-ra, Yeo-jong, Yeon-jin♛

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

ʚɞHanako, Hyuuga, Minamoto, Tsuchigomori, Tsukasaʚɞ

The Vampire Diaries

♱⃓Damon, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah♱⃓

Tokyo Ghoul

١٥٧٤♡Arima, Ayato, Eto, Kaneki, Tsukiyama١٥٧٤♡

Tokyo Revengers

♡ ̆̈Baji, Chifuyu, Inue, Izana, Kazutora, Kokonoi, Mikey♡ ̆̈

Twilight (The Movies)

✮Alec, Alice, Aro, Caius, Carlisle, Demetri, Embry, Jacob, Jane, Jared, Jasper, Leah, Marcus, Paul, Seth✮

Vampire Knight

⭑.ᐟAkatsuki, Cross, Hanabusa, Kaname, Rima, Ruka, Senri, Takuma, Yagari, Zero⭑.ᐟ

Vinland Saga

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆Askeladd, Canute, Thorfinn⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Wednesday

⏾Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams, Morticia Addams, Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams⏾

Yu Yu Hakusho

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀིHiei, Kurama, Yusuke𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

[james-is-here]

I was wondering if you could write a I.N x Seungmin x Male Reader

Where they are in a hotel together (on tour maybe) and reader wakes up to his hyungs trying to be quiet and not wake their partner.

"Shhh don't want to wake our baby up do you innie?"

I kinda like the though of Seungmin topping Innie as you wake up, I.N looks over and sees you staring at them and reaches his hand out for you.

"Like what you see huh?"

All 3 of them are switches

I don't know if that's enough info, never asked for a story before xx

My dear, wonderful Hansol did you just request JeongMin x Maknae reader because I will absolutely write this because omg there needs to be more Maknae members x reader 😩 Also, I was thinking of Raichu Innie because that hair style was so good on him and ofc, soft brown puppy Seung ☺️

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Tags: small mention of JeongMin shower sex, member x member, Threesome, Jeongin rides you as Seungmin fucks you, member male reader, Seungmin being Seungmin at the end

You fall face first onto the bed, pulling the second pillow into your arms as you listen to your boyfriends laughing about before one of them is next to you on the bed.

"Yes?" You mumble sleepily. "How'd you feel tonight?" You turn your head to see your fluffy puppy. "What do you mean, Seung? Like always, super happy cause I got to see Stay but the adrenaline is wearing out." "When did you fall asleep last night?" Jeongin asks as he slips between you and Seungmin, pulling both your arms over him in a forceful hug. "Dunno...Three? Got caught up talking to Chan." "Mnie." Jeongin scolds playfully before a pout comes over his face.

"What's wrong Innie?" You move your hand to rest on his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "Nothing. Really, it's nothing." He was quick to clarify when he saw the look on your face when you could detect his dejected tone. "You sure?" "Yeah, I promise, Mnie." "Okay. Well, I'm gonna go shower." They don't even interject with a tease of joining you and you found it suspicious but we're also thankful since you didn't feel up to their antics when it comes to showering together.

Jeongin still pouts when you enter the bathroom and turns around in Seungmin's arms. "What?" He doesn't answer verbally and leans forward, a hand moving up to Seungmin's neck when he was pulled closer after pressing his lips to the others.

Jeongin moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling his fingers into his hair, pulling a gentle moan from the older male who let him take control, tangling their tongues and holding each other close.

Without separating, Jeongin moves to straddle Seungmin's lap, grinding gently on his lap as his hands interlace with the others and rests them at the side of Seungmin's head.

When Jeongin heard you shut off the water, he pulls away from the other and moves back to lay next to Seungmin, his leg thrown over his lap to hide his little problem. "You fucking tease." "I'll fix it later, don't wanna bother Mn." "Is that what you wanted to tell him?" "Yeah but he looked so tired. Despite how hot he looks I didn't want to bother him." "Okay." The light brunette answers simply as he messes with stands of the younger males blonde and black hair.

You walk out of the bathroom, shirtless with sweats hanging on your hips, flopping back onto the bed. "You two gonna shower?" "Yeah." Seungmin answers for the both of them and Jeongin yelps when he's yanked out of the bed. "Aw, no kiss?" Jeongin giggles pulling his hand out of Seungmin's and returning back to the bed, leaning over you and giving you a deep kiss before willing himself to pull back and join Seungmin.

The both of them do end up fooling around in the shower, Jeongin pressing Seungmin into the shower wall, his noises bouncing off the tiled wall as he tries to grip the hard surface he's being fucked into.

When they are eventually cleaned up, they leave the bathroom with towels around their waists to find you passed out under the blankets, laying on your stomach and hugging your pillow close.

They get dressed quietly before sliding in next to you. Jeongin lays on his side and throws an arm over your back as Seungmin spoons him from behind.

They do fall asleep but Jeongin wakes up about an hour later to Seungmin grinding against his ass, holding him close and biting his lip to hold in his noises. "Hyung?" "Shh, Innie. Don't want to wake Mnie." He whispers. "Was the shower not enough?" He mumbles and Seungmin shakes his head in Jeongin's shoulder, pulling down their sweats just enough. Jeongin reaches back, spreading his cheeks with one hand in order for Seungmin to line himself up and push into the younger boy who bites his lips to contain his moan.

Jeongin then takes the hand on his hip and brings it to his chest, pulling the other closer as he pushes back. "You okay?" "Absolutely." He leans his head back onto Seungmin's shoulder, Seungmin leans forward and kisses along his neck.

The slow humping eventually annoys Jeongin and he quietly begs for more and Seungmin listens, rolling Jeongin onto his front. He pulls both their sweats further down and he spreads Jeongin's legs a bit before thrusting shallowly into the younger who releases a breathy moan. "Shh, gotta be quiet Innie, don't want to wake up our precious baby, do you?" He turns his face into the pillow which muffles his small noises.

"Fuck, Innie, so warm." Seungmin can't help but let soft praises out as he leans down and kisses the boys shoulder. "Shut up." Jeongin scolds as he turns his head.

You stir in your sleep, tossing and turning in your sleep before you settle on your back. "Shit~ M-Minnie, go faster." "You sure?" "Please." Jeongin pushes his ass up to meet the others hips and Seungmin complies.

You wake up to the bed shaking, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before looking over to see your boyfriends. It was honestly a sight to see, your puppy and Innie attempting to fuck quietly and despite how tired you are, you're instantly hard, you always are with them in certain settings and you can't help it.

They don't seem to notice your awake as you reach down and palm yourself, the fabric of your sweats giving a wonderful feeling to your cock as you grip yourself gently.

With a hard thrust from Seungmin and a muffled moan from Jeongin, you know exactly how that would've felt and you can't stop the whine that comes out and both of them look over to you.

"Hi baby...Like what you see?" Jeongin almost purrs as his eyes catch the movement under the blanket. You nod, your eyes focused on where they're connected. "Come here." he says and you lean forward, catching his lips in a kiss and you let him take control this time, his tongue swiping the roof of your mouth, licking yours, and along your teeth. Claiming your mouth in a way you love.

Eventually, Jeongin pulls back and reaches back to pat Seungmin's thigh for him to move. He sits up, moving the blanket with him and removing his sweats before straddling you. "Can I ride you, Mnie?" You nod, mouth dry as you can't seem to form any words. Before Jeongin lines you up with his entrance, Seungmin tucks a pillow under your hip while pulling your sweats down for Jeongin. "Can I fuck you too?" "Mhm, Y-Yeah, yes, please."

Seungmin squeezes your thighs and lines up with your entrance before pushing in, it's a tough stretch but he eventually reaches the hilt as he helps line you up with Jeongin for him to sink down onto you to the base.

You squirm at the double stimulation, the delicious tightness around your cock and the pleasing stretch of Seungmin filling you. Jeongin leans forward, bracing himself on your chest as he lifts himself up and sinks back down.

They both find a familiar rhythm that literally drives you speechless, drives you to moans and whimpers. "Fuck, you feel so good, Mnie, so fucking good." Seungmin mumbles as he leans forward, squeezing your thigh and kissing Jeongin's shoulder. "Feel so full, Baby. Make both of us feel so good." He rubs your chest, moving down to graze his nails over your abdomen before taking his own throbbing erection into his hand but it's pulled away and your left hand takes its place.

He bucks his hips into your fist and takes you hand into his, reach back to take Seungmin's hand as well and brings them to his hip, you and Seungmin hold his hip and his hand rests on top of both of them as he throws his head back with a moan before dropping it. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, hngh~ Ah~" He sighs breathlessly before his hips pick up speed then falter as he cums onto your fist and chest.

A moment later, Seungmin's thrusts into you grow harder and faster and he hits your prostate dead on and hard before you both cum at the same time, Jeongin moans and his nails dig into your chest as he subconsciously tried to push you further into his ass as you fill him up and Seungmin fills you.

Suddenly Seungmin pulls out and he's so quick to his suitcase and back it's almost as if he didn't leave before something is pressed against your hole again before it's inside, not wasting any of his cum as you register that it's a plug. Seungmin lifts Jeongin off of you and inserts his plug into him as well.

Jeongin laughs and turns to the older. "What makes you think we wanted those?" "You're mad about it?" "No, just find it funny you immediately used them."

You interrupt them and yank Jeongin forward to lay on your chest. "Ew, sticky." He mutters towards his cum on your chest smearing onto his. "I'll get a rag." Seungmin says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth to finally taste you then pulling back and placing a simple kiss to Jeongin's temple before getting up. "Hey!" Jeongin protests and the other boy laughs.

You kiss his forehead and he lifts his head just enough for you to kiss him like Seungmin did so he doesn't feel left out, humming in content as he lifts a hand up to your jaw and tilting his head.

"Okay, Okay, do you want me to clean your cum or you gonna just make out." Jeongin pulls away and rolls onto his back next to you. You knew Seungmin was gonna be a brat as he started to wipe around your crouches but it was only a moment before he tugged at your plugs, you groan as Jeongin's hand flies to his mouth to muffle his moan and you both end up kicking him as he laughs. "Fucking brat." You mutter and sit up slightly to pull him between the both of you and both of you tickle him.

"We'll get you next time." You say. "You ride, I fuck?" Jeongin proposes. "Or maybe I fuck you ride. Both drove him nuts." "Or maybe we mess around and he just watches." "Or listens. Blind fold him?" "Okay, I get it! Fuck both of you, I'll get hard again but I'm tired." He flops defeatedly, his arm drapes over your stomach after pulling Jeongin's arm around him.

"We gonna cover up, I'm cold." You whisper into the dark and Seungmin hums. "Yes but you can't let me go." "That's impossible Minnie..." "Ugh, fine."

Seungmin leans up and pulls the blanket over all of you before cuddling back into both of you. The both of you scoot closer to him, sandwiching him between the both of you and kissing his cheeks. "Eh, Ew, love." Jeongin giggles softly, squeezing his arms around him and burying his face into his shoulder as you kiss his nose and drape your arm over both of them.

Seungmin will say he hates it but he loves when the both of you attack him with kisses.

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Too Sweet

Notes: So my dissertation is due in under a week and yet here I am writing Stray Kids smut, but we all cope with stress in different ways I guess.

This idea has been in my head for a while so here it goes. This is a SKZ poly ot8 fic with mated pairs Chanlix, Minsung, Jeongmin and eventual Hyunbin but it will be Hyunjin centric. Not sure how many parts it will be but if you like it let me know!

This chapter contains angst and some light smut.

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Hyunjin was feeling lonely.

That might sound absurd coming from a man who had six partners, but it was the truth.

It had started last month during their weekly movie night. Whenever it was Hyunjin's turn to choose a film he nearly always picked romance, and that particular week was no exception. He had selected a cute office-romance that had been receiving good reviews and the pack all settled in to watch, with a few grumbles from the likes of Minho and Seungmin who protested that there was a new action-thriller out that they should watch instead. Chan had reminded them both that it was Hyunjin's turn to choose and so they were going to watch whatever he wanted, and it had only taken one sharp look from the pack leader for the pair of them to fall silent.

The film turned out to be pretty good, and Hyunjin was sitting on the floor of the living room clutching a pillow to his chest and kicking his feet while he watched the on-screen couple kiss for the first time.

"Ahhhh so cute! Aren't they so cute?"

When he didn't receive an answer, he peered over his shoulder and found to his dismay that none of the others were even paying attention. Felix had his eyes closed, curled up against Chan and smiling while his mate gently peppered kisses over Felix's forehead and cheeks. Jisung had fallen asleep on Minho's chest and was snoring quietly while Minho watched him with such a soft expression it might have made Hyunjin cry under different circumstances. Jeongin was technically looking at the screen, but it was obvious that he was more interested in whatever Seungmin was whispering in his ear than he was in the film. From the blush dusting his cheeks, Hyunjin was fairly certain they weren't discussing the intricacies of the plot.

At first he felt annoyed that none of them were bothering to pay attention to the film he had chosen, and he was about to open his mouth and whine when it suddenly struck him that he was being left out. There he was, sitting all alone on the floor, while the couples were cuddled up on the sofas not giving him a second thought.

Hurt lodged itself in his chest and he felt his eyes grew wet with tears. He wanted to get up and walk out of the room, but he knew if he did then someone would go after him and they would probably tease him for crying and say he was being a drama queen. Maybe he was, but he still felt sad that none of them had invited him to cuddle. As if they had simply forgotten he was there.

Over the following weeks, a few similar incidents occurred that only reinforced Hyunjin's growing paranoia. He was the only unmated pack member, but it had never bothered him too much because all seven of them were in a poly relationship anyway: they all loved each other and had committed to each other via pack bonds, and they all had a sexual relationship. So it wasn't as if he was starved of intimacy or affection, and he had always assumed he would meet his mate one day and then they would become a complete pack of eight.

But it had been over five years since Jeongin, their youngest member, had joined the pack and mated with Seungmin. For a while, there had been a possibility that Seungmin and Hyunjin would become mates: Hyunjin found the younger male unbelievably cute, and only Seungmin could make him howl with laughter until his cheeks ached and he could hardly breathe. For his part, Seungmin was comfortable around Hyunjin while he tended to clash easily with other pack members, and even though he wasn't the biggest fan of skinship he allowed Hyunjin to cuddle up to him without complaining -- and enjoyed it, even though he would deny this to his dying breath.

But as much as they adored each other, there was something not quite there. Hyunjin liked to be lavished with affection: he wanted to be spoiled and complimented, and any type of romantic gesture (be it unexpected gifts or spontaneous acts in the bedroom) made his knees weak. Seungmin was more subtle: he showed his love in quieter ways, like making sure his partners remembered to eat even if they were busy and giving them his own food if they forgot, or recognising when they needed space and when they needed someone to talk to and comfort them. Hyunjin wouldn't change Seungmin for the world, and when Jeongin had arrived and Seungmin was immediately smitten, Hyunjin knew that they had made the right call by never taking that final step.

He had hoped that one day he would find his own Jeongin -- someone who waltzed into his life and was perfect for him. But the years had continued to pass and Hyunjin was still alone. He had a full life: a pack who loved him, a comfortable home, plenty of money, a fulfilling job at a prestigious art dealership. Why couldn't he be content with that? Why did he still carry around an ache in his heart as if something -- someone -- was missing from his life?

Hyunjin didn't like feeling this way, but he stubbornly refused to speak to his pack mates about it. He didn't want to seem pathetic or needy, or worse have them pity him. He couldn't stand the idea of being looked at as the sad lone wolf who was desperate for a mate.

If there was one thing that always made him feel satisfied and cherished, it was good old-fashioned lovemaking. And yes, he called it that instead of fucking -- even if he had been known to scream out "Please fuck me!" in the middle of sex. It still counted as lovemaking if it was with people you loved.

So one Thursday evening when everyone was heading to bed, Hyunjin decided to wander along the corridor to Seungmin and Jeongin's room. He hadn't spent much time with either of them lately, and although Minho and Chan definitely took the top spots for being able to fuck him the hardest (and Hyunjin really needed to be fucked), the younger pair had more stamina, and Hyunjin would happily go without sleep tonight if it meant multiple orgasms.

"Ayenahhh!" he squealed as he launched himself onto the bed on top of their youngest member. Jeongin pretended to cry out in pain, but his beaming smile somewhat ruined the effect. He smelled like his favourite coconut-vanilla shampoo, and his hair was still slightly damp from the shower.

"I's too late for you to be this loud," he complained.

"It's not late," Hyunjin asserted, climbing into Jeongin's lap with a smirk. "In fact, I'd say the night is very young."

He leaned down to kiss him and Jeongin's soft lips responded quickly, but with less passion than Hyunjin would have liked.

"I'm so tired, I don't think I can do anything tonight," he said once they sat back.

"Oh."

Hyunjin's body deflated, feeling disappointed.

"Are you sure I can't convince you?"

"Not tonight," said Jeongin. "Maybe at the weekend though?"

A moment later Seungmin wandered out of the ensuite bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth. His dark hair was also mussed and still wet. He and Jeongin probably showered together, and they might have fucked already. No wonder Jeongin was tired and not in the mood.

"You okay Jinnie?"

"I was hoping to maybe have a little fun tonight but Innie is tired." He winked at Seungmin. "Unless you're up for it Minnie?"

Hyunjin knew what the answer would be before the other man shook his head. Seungmin was a clean-freak and after he had brushed his teeth he was not interested in engaging in any further sexual activity on a given evening. It was one of his weird quirks that Hyunjin found strange and adorable in equal measure.

"I'm tired too, and I have to be up early for work tomorrow."

Hyunjin nodded. "Okay, I guess we can just cuddle instead."

"You won't just cuddle though, when you're horny you start grinding against people and keeping them awake," said Seungmin.

"I don't!" Hyunjin protested.

"You kind of do," Jeongin added.

"But--"

"Go find Felix, I'm sure he'll cuddle with you whether you're horny or not." With that, Seungmin turned and walked back into the bathroom.

Hyunjin couldn't help feeling like he had just been dismissed. Well, fuck him. He wasn't going to beg to stay if they didn't want him. He crawled off the bed and walked towards the door. Jeongin called goodnight behind him, Seungmin said nothing.

Even if Seungmin was being an asshole, Hyunjin decided to take his advice and go and find Felix. Maybe he needed some affection more than a hard fuck tonight after all, and there was no-one better to give him that than his sunshine. And if he was really lucky, maybe Chan would fuck him while Felix held his hand and kissed him and told him he was beautiful.

Hyunjin practically ran to Felix and Chan's room, and he was about to open the door when he heard a soft but deep moan coming from inside. His cock stirred in his pants. Sure enough when he pushed the door open and peeked inside he had to stifle a gasp at the sight before him.

Felix and Chan were both naked, spread out on the bed with Chan on his back and Felix slowly sliding up and down his cock. From this angle, Hyunjin had a perfect view of the pack leader's thick length disappearing into Felix's tiny hole, stretching him out while the blonde whimpered and leaned down to pull him into a desperate kiss.

Hyunjin's mouth practically watered. He couldn't decide which of them he was more jealous of: whether he wanted Felix to ride his cock instead or whether he wanted to take his place and have Chan stretching out his hole until it felt like he would burst. His own cock stiffened and he was about to walk into the room and join them on the bed when something stopped him.

"I love you."

The words were so quiet, so delicate as they fell from Felix's trembling lips. Barely more than a whisper, a whisper that was meant for one person alone.

Chan reached up to cup his face and brushed a strand of Felix's hair behind his ear. The gesture was so tender that Hyunjin felt guilty for witnessing it.

The pack leader spoke to Felix so quietly that Hyunjin couldn't hear what he said, he could only watch Chan's fingers trace down Felix's spine and wrap Felix's small body in his strong arms. If Chan had looked over he would have spotted Hyunjin watching them, but he never once took his eyes off his mate.

With a stinging heart, Hyunjin closed the door. There was no place for him in that room. 

At this point, he was beginning to feel less horny and simply lonely. He would honestly just take a hug from one of his pack mates right now. With only one room left to try, Hyunjin found himself outside Minho and Jisung's door.

He couldn't hear any noises coming from inside, but he decided to knock anyway.

At first there was no answer, and then footsteps padded across the room and the door opened to reveal Minho. He looked very domestic in his black-framed glasses, grey sweatpants and baggy t-shirt that Hyunjin was fairly certain used to belong to Chan. Swapping clothes was one of the many benefits of their relationship.

"Oh, Hyunjin," said Minho. "You need something?"

Behind him, Hyunjin could see Jisung lounging on the bed with a paused Studio Ghibli film on his laptop. They must have been watching it together.

"Nothing in particular I just... Can I join you both?"

He was dying to fall into Minho's strong arms and be carried to the bed, where he could cuddle up between him and Jisung. He didn't much care whether they had sex or whether they just watched the rest of whatever film was playing, as long as he could get some comfort.

And so it felt like a knife in his heart when Minho hesitated and glanced back at Jisung awkwardly.

"Um, actually Jinnie we were hoping to have a night to ourselves," Minho admitted. "Kind of an impromptu date night."

Faced with his third rejection of the evening, there was only so long Hyunjin could remain rational and calm. It was fifty-fifty whether he started crying or yelling, and apparently tonight anger was taking the reins.

"Don't you do that every night? You share a room."

"Yes but we don't always take the time to talk or watch a film together and spend proper quality time with each other," Minho explained.

Hyunjin sighed irritably. "Can you not do it tomorrow instead? I really don't want to be alone tonight."

"I'm sorry Jinnie, we really want to have this time to ourselves--"

"Why?!" Hyunjin burst out. He could pinpoint the exact moment Minho's expression shifted from apologetic to furious.

"What do you mean why? I'm telling you I want to spend time with my mate and you're being selfish."

Hyunjin scoffed. "I'm selfish?! Oh I'm sorry that coming to my pack mates for comfort makes me selfish."

"That doesn't make you selfish. Demanding that we reschedule our date night just because you're bored and want to bother us makes you selfish."

"Oh I'm a bother now?"

"Currently, yes," said Minho coldly.

"Hyunjin," Jisung's head popped up timidly behind Minho's shoulder. "We're not trying to be mean, we just want a little privacy for tonight."

"You can have privacy literally anytime you want. Why is it the one time I come to you and say I need some comfort you're suddenly kicking me out?"

"If you really need comfort you can go to one of the others, but honestly I think you're just being a brat and don't like being told no."

Hyunjin wanted to scream at Minho that he'd already been to all of the others and none of them wanted him, but what was the point? He clearly wasn't wanted here either. Tears were stinging his eyes and he had to swallow back a sob.

"Fine, enjoy your date night," he said bitterly.

"We will. Goodnight."

Minho closed the door and Hyunjin was left standing alone in the corridor again. His arms were wrapped defensively across his chest and his throat burned from the effort of trying not to cry. For a few seconds he was glued to the spot: he couldn't face going back to his empty room, and the pack nest would feel even worse with only him in it.

Eventually he couldn't hold back his sobs any longer and he clapped a hand over his mouth and ran downstairs, ending up out on the balcony that overlooked the garden. He shut the door behind him so that no-one would hear (not that any of them gave a shit about him anyway) then collapsed to the wooden floorboards, curled up into a ball and cried his heart out.

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hii i saw u say you write for dreaming freedom and u take requests for smut ! i was wondering if you could write an nsfw fic for dreaming freedom, preferably with siyun in a crazed state because he thinks jeongmin might leave him and then jeongmin tries to calm him down with sex

heyy sorry if im late !! here it is <3 sorry i didnt get the notification for this ask idk why 😭

Outline: Jeongmin would never leave Siyun, right? Right???

Content Warnings: yandere, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), praise, reassurance, angst? ish??, breeding kink if you squint, petnames (baby), hickeys, squirting. lemme know if i missed anything <3

Featuring: Siyun Baek, Jeongmin Choi

A/N: not proofread. enjoy! sorry it was late. word count: 984

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Siyun simmers in his seat as he waits for Jeongmin to come home. This past week, he’s been very good with keeping himself in check. But Jeongmin is taking so long today.

His mind swirls with thoughts, and though he tries to stop it, he finds himself going crazy over the thought that Jeongmin isn’t coming back.

In the middle of his mental breakdown, Jeongmin finally returns. The door swings open and she looks around, before spotting Siyun pacing in the middle of the living room, shaking his head frantically. He doesn’t even notice her until she drops her grocery bags and taps his shoulder.

“Siyun?” She says tentatively, looking at Siyun with a concerned expression.

Siyun’s red, teary eyes light up when he realizes that she’s back. Immediately, he grabs her in his arms and starts rambling.

“Thank god you’re back, I thought you left me! Why did you take so long? Where did you go? Did you see anyone else?” He starts bombarding Jeongmin with questions, his eyes panicked as he has an emotional collapse.

He grabs Jeongmin’s face in his hands and looks at her with a crazed expression. Gently, she tries to calm him down as he lets go and begins to pace again, quicker than before.

“Baby, relax. I’m right here.” She tries to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. He only keeps freaking out, tearing up. He drives himself mad again as all the possibilities of where she could’ve gone spin in his head.

Before he can fall further into his spiralling, Jeongmin gently pulls his face down and kisses him firmly in an attempt to calm him down.

Siyun loosens up ever so slightly, before tensing up yet again when Jeongmin guides his hand to her breast.

She doesn’t stop kissing him, sliding her free hand back and forth against his chest. Siyun sighs slightly, beginning to fondle Jeongmin’s chest carefully. She pushes him onto the couch and reaches down to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking the kiss.

Finally, a few seconds after she’s pulled his belt off, Jeongmin pulls away and takes a deep breath, panting heavily while Siyun continues to knead her breasts.

Without saying anything, Siyun helps her pull her shirt off, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her neck. Jeongmin sighs in relief at having successfully calmed him down, reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

She lets it fall to the living room floor before slithering her hand back to Siyun’s pants, pulling them down just enough so that she can see the bulge in his boxers.

With practiced poise, she moves down and hovers in front of his crotch, looking up at him with a “may I?” expression. As expected, he nods, his face turning slightly red.

Jeongmin nods back, pulling down Siyun’s boxers and watching as his cock springs up, the tip wet with pre cum. She grabs it and rubs her thumb over his tip, looking at it curiously.

“Wait-” Siyun sits up, moving away from Jeongmin and then pulling her toward him by her waist. “I wanna be inside you…” He says shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

With a small smile, Jeongmin nods and pulls down her sweatpants, leaving her in just her panties. “You feeling better now?” She asks as she shifts onto his lap, wavering above his thick cock.

“Mhm. Sorry for freaking out.” He mumbles, gliding one hand to her chest again and pinching her nipple. Her eyes twitch as she lets out a shaky breath.

She presses down a little, teasing him by leaving his tip right at her entrance. “Ready?” She asks. Eagerly, Siyun nods, helping her onto his cock as she lets out a soft moan.

Siyun presses his forehead to Jeongmin’s, muttering out small apologies and “thank you’s” while she gets adjusted to his size. She takes in a sharp breath as she begins to move.

“Kinda hurts…” She mutters, shutting her eyes tightly. “Sorry, I should’ve prepped you.” Siyun leans down and presses a kiss to her jaw before moving to her breasts and sucking on them to try and distract her from the pain.

Jeongmin bounces up and down carefully, breathing out soft whines and moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Siyun encourages, his voice muffled by his mouth on her tit. “Keep going, I love you so much.” He mumbles.

Subtly, he uses his free hand to go between her thighs and rub Jeongmin’s clit. “N-ngh-” she gasps, her head falling back. Siyun quickly grabs her by the chin and forces her to watch as he pleasures her.

The sensation of his dick hitting her g-spot so perfectly, along with his soft flicks of her clit makes her head spin. “Don’t stop…” She hiccups, her eyes tearing up just a little.

“Thank you, thank you, god you feel amazing.” Siyun grunts out, spreading Jeongmin’s wetness across her slit. “G-gonna make me cum, fuck-” he cuts himself off with a moan, his fingers rubbing across Jeongmin’s clit faster and faster.

“A-ah- Siyun!” Jeongmin exclaims, breathing heavily as she feels a knot in her stomach begin to tighten. “S-siyun, I’m close!”

“Say it again.” He orders, biting into her neck and leaving hickeys in his wake.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck Siyun!” She moans, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she feels the knot snap. Her pussy sprays as she squirts on Siyun’s cock, her cunt spasming.

“God, you’re messy, aren’t you?” Siyun chuckles, still pulling her up and down on his dick, almost splitting her open. “Gonna cum too baby, can I cum inside?” He asks ever so sweetly, in a way that makes it impossible to say no.

Jeongmin nods mindlessly, still reeling from her orgasm, and not too long after, she can feel Siyun’s hot ropes of cum spill into her cunt, filling her up and leaving her satisfied as ever.

As she catches her breath, Siyun helps her off of him, watching as his cum seeps out of her pussy. With a small smirk, he shoves two fingers inside of her.

“Hey!” She gasps, letting out an overstimulated wince.

“You barely ever let me cum inside. I gotta make sure this doesn’t go to waste, right? Maybe if I knock you up, you won’t leave me.” Siyun grins boyishly, plugging his cum inside her stuffed cunt.

“Thank you, baby. I love you.” He mumbles shortly after, pressing a kiss to her cheek and sighing contently while he grabs a tissue from the coffee table to clean her up.

“I love you too, Siyun.” Jeongmin hums, scooting over to him and hugging him tightly.

[haesunray]

FINDING MEANING: PROLOGUE —l.dh, s.hb

PAIRING: (mainly) haechan x fem!reader, best friend! sung hanbin x reader 

GENRE: major angst, eventual fluff, classmates to lovers, super slowburn.

WARNINGS: contains heavy and triggering topics. self-reflection, grief and unhealthy representations of mourning, character death (hanbin), reader goes through grieving process, self-harming behavior and drug abuse. A few sentences in the beginning about weight insecurity, fat-shaming, and weight loss. If any of these topics are triggering for you, please proceed with caution, or skip the fic. You are responsible for what you choose to read. Because this fic has pretty dark and serious topics, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Due to the nature of the fic, it will take a while to get into the Haechan x reader part, so if you’re looking for something lighter, this might not be the fic for you hehehe

SYNOPSIS: you had never been good at dealing with loss. with the passing of your best friend still a fresh wound in your heart, you find yourself alone in the dark, left to pick up the pieces of your grief. 

 then one day, against all odds, you find something that might just be your compass, in the shape of a boy named lee haechan, who swears he will stand by your side to navigate the storm. 

And though the pain in your chest makes you struggle to breathe, he chooses to stand with you under the rubble of your broken world, and he shoulders some of the weight. 

NOTES: a good friend of mine passed away very recently and I needed to write something to get it off my chest. Maybe this will help me process my grief, or maybe it won’t. But i found the process of this very therapeutic. I sobbed a lot while writing this, just because the main character is a reflection of how I’m feeling currently. It’s mainly a self-indulgent piece. I’ve experienced so much loss in the past few years, and this is a cathartic piece for me. 

THEY SAY HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, and you suppose they are right. 

For your home had been left a heaping swelter of smoke and ash, doors torn from hinges and paint scraped from walls. There were no remnants of the solace you once held in your sacred home, now reduced to gunpowder and gasoline, and all that is left is a house that isn’t quite a home, leaving you feeling a stranger in your own house—an alien in your own body—and you can’t help but curse the very person who created that quote because how dare they make you feel so powerless, knowing that you had lost the very one who held your heart, and now you will never get it back. 

The irony of the quote is not lost on you. The positive implications; that a home has no bounds, that four plaster walls and a shingled roof don’t fit the criteria. That instead, a home is made of flesh and blood and sweat and tears. 

You found your home when you were six. You found him in Mrs. Park’s kindergarten class in the shape of a round boy named Sung Hanbin, with grubby glue stained fingers and paper cuts from the broken origami butterfly he had made you. Your home had a gummy smile and eyes that reminded you of summer days in Busan, and a heart so big, it made your home feel like a castle of gold and ivory. He invited you in and you made it your own, and the origami butterfly was the first decoration you placed on the shelves of your newfound house. 

You protected your home when you were ten, earning a month of detention when you used a pair of your mother’s favorite kitchen scissors to cut off Sophie Jung’s long ponytail on the playground after she made him cry by calling him a ‘chubby potato,’ (and at the smile he gave you as you wiped away his tears, you realized you’d gratefully take a year of detention if it meant he’d smile at you like that again). 

You’re fourteen when Park Jeongmin spreads rumors about you to your whole grade because you rejected him, and when the whispers start to crawl up your back and dig holes in your mind, Sung Hanbin is there to walk with you and defend your name. He pulled you into his warm, enveloping arms and told you not to listen to the whispers, and yet he was the one who seemed to be stewing in anger. It was the first time you had seen Hanbin angry, and it was the only time he had ever gotten in trouble at school (and after punching Park Jeongmin straight in the nose and getting cleaning duty for the whole spring semester, he told you that he’d do it again if you asked him to). 

You both were eighteen when he grew into his body and his beauty finally became noticed by more than just you. You protected him when he overworked himself over and over and over again, when he would run until his knees buckled and his chest collapsed, chasing an unattainable goal built on a road of the insecurities you tried to convince him were his own perfection. You held him when he refused to eat and sat with him when he cried, and you tried to hug his demons away even when they told him he wasn’t trying hard enough. You whispered in his ear that he was worth every bit of love you held and more, that every inch of your home was worthy of being lived in and loved, that it doesn’t matter what shade the walls are or how expensive it was, he was your home and you would never change a thing about it. And that no matter how many people looked at him now that he was conventionally attractive, you had always seen him as beautiful. 

It’s New Year’s Eve of last year, and you both are twenty-two and more than a little drunk when you share a kiss. Had you both been more sober, it probably wouldn’t have happened. After all, at a Christmas party a few days earlier you’re sure you saw him ogling the boy from your poli-sci class, Zhang Hao—who had been taking up more and more of Hanbin’s time these days—but yet here he was, the boy who was nothing less than perfect in your eyes, pulling you by your flushed cheeks as the timer ticked down to one, and when the world erupted in cheers as the new year emerged, your ears fell into a calm hush, because Sung Hanbin’s gleaming eyes had fluttered shut and his lips finally met yours. 

It was the one and only kiss you guys shared, and yet, despite the alcohol in your system, it was committed to your eternal memory, a vivid painting you had framed and hung in your home. 

As the night came and went and the morning took its place, he woke you up how he usually did after a night of drinking; with a cup of coffee, a few ibuprofen, and a plate full of food, and no matter how much you wanted to say something about what happened the night before, you didn’t. And he didn’t either. 

Maybe you both were pretending it didn’t happen. Or maybe he didn’t think it was important enough to bring up. Hell, maybe he didn’t even remember it. All you knew was that you were too chicken shit to open a can of worms that shouldn’t even be opened, because you thought it was better to keep your mouth shut if it meant keeping him. 

Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to nights. Your calls going unanswered and rain checks from him created a monster inside you named jealousy. He was slipping through your fingers, opening the doors of your house to someone new. You hated the person it made you; hated the person you became. You locked the doors and chained him up. You protected his gold-filled heart because it was worth more than money, worth more than jewels, worth more than anything because he was your home and you couldn’t bear to open the doors to someone he might just like living there more. 

Maybe it’s the vile, bitter taste of regret that runs through your veins right now, thinking that maybe if you had told him earlier about how you felt, it wouldn’t have come out sideways. Maybe if you had been less pathetic and scared to let him know, he wouldn’t have walked out the door last night. He wouldn’t have gotten in his car and left. Maybe he’d be in your arms right now, and you’d be joking about how silly Ricky’s hair looked or bickering over what to make for dinner tonight. Maybe if you had said something earlier, an unresolved argument wouldn’t be the last conversation you’d ever have. 

They say home is where the heart is, and you suppose they are right. For your heart is ripped out of your chest, artery from artery and vein from vein, placed in the cold, unmoving hands of the boy who you would have died for, and now you’re left with the words you wish you had said, because you could have protected him and you didn’t. 

This is your fault. You made him leave.

There’s no recovering from this. There’s no feeling better, because your home currently lies in a coffin, cold and breathtakingly beautiful as ever, and you see yourself lying right beside him because he had taken the part of you that was worth living for. The truth was impossible to reckon with, a bitter pill that you would never, ever be able to swallow down. 

Sung Hanbin had died, and he took the world and everything good in it with him.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

skz prompt game!! i’ve got a request ;) image 4 prompts 32,33,38 and image 2 prompt 4! i’m thinking a seungmin/jeongin/fem!reader style thing! i love to see some maknae line representation 😏 especially in ur writing style! love u and ur work, jess! <3 - 🦊

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god."

"I'm going to put on some clothes before you say anything else."

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene."

Members: Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin

Relationship: Burlesque Performers!FemReader x JeongMin

Genre: Fluff

"Guess what?" You flounce into the dressing room with a triumphant look on your face and a Cosmo in your hand.

"No." Seungmin replies back instantly, voice flat, face uninterested, as he leans forward to finish applying his makeup in the mirror.

You ignore his sour attitude, smirking slightly, as you lean your hip up against his vanity and watch him perfect his winged liner.

"It's a full house out there. Packed."

Jeongin appears at your side, stealing your drink from your fingers, ignoring your glare, as he takes a delicate sip and grins widely, arching a brow.

"Of course it's a fucking full house. All the best are here tonight."

You lean over Seungmin to grab a tube of lipstick out of his carefully organized makeup case, jabbing him with your elbow on purpose as you do so.

He flicks his dark eyes to yours in the mirror and stares you down, still crowded into his space.

"If you don't get your tits out of my face right now-"

You grin down at him and shake said tasseled tits in his face. "Oh, you mean these?"

He sighs as you finally straighten up and move to your own vanity, carefully applying the red stolen lipstick.

Jeongin finishes off your drink and sets down the empty glass, moving around you to sit down on the small couch to tug on his black heels.

You glance over at him as you finish your lips, a pout on your face.

"How is it fair that your ass looks that great in those pants?"

Jeongin grins, wiggling his brows at you, the dark kohl around his eyes darkening his pupils.

"I know right? I'm going to get so many fucking tips tonight."

Seungmin shoves back from his vanity, standing, as he tugs at the ropes of pearls draped around his long neck, adjusting the hem of his open vest as he glances between the two of you with something akin to irritation on his pretty features.

"Are you two going to banter like this all night?"

You give him a sly smile, moving to throw your arm around his shoulders as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, ignoring his attempts to push you away.

"You know it, babe."

You kiss his throat, leaving a red lipstick stain there, and he rolls his eyes.

Music and announcements echo down the hall from the main stage, and Jeongin stands, straightening his black leather pants so they hug his ass perfectly, adjusting the gold chain around his throat in front of the mirror.

He turns to the two of you, grinning, and motions with his head down toward the stage and the starting show.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I have to go make a scene."

Seungmin rolls his eyes as Jeongin disappears from view.

"Fuck. That means we have to control said scene, huh."

It's not a question.

You smirk at him and give him another quick kiss, pulling him along with you down the hall by the straps of his suspenders.

"On the contrary, baby boy. If we don't control the scene-or Jeongin-they're bound to make us a hell of a lot of money tonight."

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"Introducing, the Songbird of Seoul himself-here to serenade us with his unmatched rendition of Love Poem-his unmatched vocals, raw talent, and stunning looks are sure to be a firecracker way to start off our show here tonight, ladies and gentlemen."

"And of course, not to be forgotten, our own lovely lady of the night, Mistress 9. Direct your eyes heavenward, beautiful audience, because she's about to descend like a dark angel from above and show you what those long legs and tiny waist can do for you-aerial style."

"Last, but certainly not least, we direct your eyes to the center of the stage, where the jewel of Seoul's performing scene stands ready to dazzle you with a routine he choreographed himself, the grand finale, give it up for the Maknae on Top!"

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The show goes off without a hitch.

As it always does.

You are the best of the best after all.

After the rowdy audience has finally vacated, and no one is left but the small amount of staff, you let your facade drop, heaving out a long breath as you instantly lean over to unbind your ankles from the heavy, velvet manacles tightened around them.

You move to your wrists next, carefully placing the velvet ties, lined with lace, into the waiting box someone had brought out for you beside the stage.

You rub at the slightly reddened skin, stretching slightly, leaning over to once more take off your stilettos, and feel eyes on you.

Glancing up, you catch the eye of a guy you've never seen before-clearly a bouncer-frozen beside the stage, his shocked gaze clearly locked on your exposed breasts.

Bent over like this, you're sure it's quite the view.

His eyes finally drift to your face, and you smirk, raising a brow at him as you ask in a teasing purr, "Like what you see?"

The guy instantly goes ruddy, blushing heatedly, and looks away, clearing his throat in embarrassment, moving back to his job of stacking chairs.

You note appreciatively the way his arms flex every time he lifts another onto the pile.

"For the love of God, (Y/N), please don't embarrass another one of my bouncers into quitting." Chan, the owner and announcer, bemoans, appearing at your side, giving you a stern look as he lowers himself to hop down off the raised stage.

You laugh, straightening back up, the tassels that barely cover your nipples tinkling with the motion, and grin at Chan, giving him an innocent, wide eyed look in response as he begins to gather up the other props strewn around the club.

"He's cute, Channie. Where'd you find him?" You ask conversationally, kicking your heels to the side and breathing out a sigh of relief as your sore feet finally get to breathe.

"None of your business." Chan replies back grumpily, and you bite back another smile, because you've known him long enough to know he's all bark and no bite.

The bouncer gives you a sidelong glance again, and you move to the edge of the stage, sitting down, cocking your head as you study him.

He's definitely hot.

Large and muscular, dark hair sweeping into his eyes, a strong jaw.

"Am I allowed to at least talk to the new bouncer?" You ask Chan without really looking at him, catching the way the big guy blushes once more under your obvious stare.

Chan sighs, and you take that as the go ahead.

You swing your legs against the edge of the stage, playing with the ripped fish net tights that stretch across your thighs, and when he moves to stack another chair onto the growing pile, you ask curiously, "You got a name, new bouncer? Or are we all just referring to you as bouncer from now on?"

He glances up at you, meeting your eyes quickly before looking away with a harsh clear of his throat and a tug at his black turtleneck.

"Changbin."

"Changbin." You try it out on your tongue, and like the way it tastes. You glance over to Seungmin, who is currently busy straightening crumpled dollar bills and ask without preamble. "Seungie, are we looking for a fourth?"

You hear Changbin choke on his spit.

Chan's exasperation is practically palpable.

"Not actively." Seungmin remarks dryly without looking up from his task. He slides a glance over to Changbin and you see his brow tick slightly in interest. "But minds can change."

Jeongin appears then over Seungmin's shoulder, pulling wads of tips out of the tip hat sent around to each table.

He gives Changbin a sharp toothed grin, eyes alight, and you're sure he's taking stock of the way his muscles flex with his movements, just like you had moments ago.

He watches Changbin heave the stack of chairs easily against the wall, and heated interest suddenly sparks in his gaze, his grin growing predatory.

He's watching the new bouncer like he's his next meal, and you can't say you blame him.

"Are you trying to turn me on, new guy, or are you really just that oblivious?"

Changbin chokes again, going beet red, stuttering out something unintelligible, and Chan shuts one of the lids of the prop trunks a little too hard to be accidental.

"Okay, seriously?" He groans, glaring between the three of you. "Can't you all just behave for one night?"

"Of course they can't." Minho scoffs, polishing glasses behind the bar, not even looking up from his task as he addresses Chan. "Everyone who works here is a heathen."

"You work here, hyung." Jeongin points out cheekily, sliding down to sit beside you on the stage with a large grin in the bartender's direction.

"I know. And I'm no better than the rest of you." Minho remarks, and as if to prove his point, slaps one of the waiter's asses on his way by the counter, carrying a full tray of glasses.

Jisung yelps and glares at Minho, the tray rattling in his hands. "Hyung." He whines. "I could've dropped these!"

"And you'd clean them up too." Chan begrudges, dragging a full prop trunk past the disgruntled waiter and the smirking bartender.

"God, you guys are disgusting." Hyunjin remarks, making a face at Minho and Jisung, as he pushes past with his own tray of used glassware. "I hate it here."

"He doesn't mean that." Felix adds quickly, as Hyunjin disappears into the swinging doors that lead to the small kitchen.

"Yes, I do!" Hyunjin's voice drifts back out and Felix sighs, rolling his eyes and following the other waiter into the back with the rest of the dirty dishes.

"Regardless-" Chan says, reappearing from the storage area, a serious, business like look on his features that you all recognize. "-We need to talk about a few new acts for the show. We need to keep our stuff fresh to attract more customers-"

Everyone in collective hearing range groans.

"God, hyung, you're literally no fun." Jisung complains, before he escapes to the back to help wash dishes with Hyunjin and Felix.

You don't blame him.

Everyone knows anything is better than listening to Chan give one of his 'dad' talks.

"No, but seriously-" Chan protests, as people resume what they were doing, Minho moving further away to wash down alcohol bottles, Seungmin pulling his mic to the side to begin to clean it.

"Oh my god." Jeongin groans, looking heavenward as if any god within hearing range will spare him from Chan's onslaught. "I'm going to die."

"Jeongin, you specifically-" Chan turns on the youngest member of your troupe, and you take the opportunity to quietly slip off the stage and tiptoe back toward the dressing rooms.

"Please, hyung, just kill me. It would hurt less and be way less boring."

"If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god-"

Your foot hits a creak on the floor, and you instantly freeze, grimacing.

"(Y/N)." Chan's voice echoes out behind you, and you wince, turning to him with an innocent look and a sugar sweet smile. "We need to talk about a new aerial routine-"

You hold up a hand. "I'm going to put on some clothes before you say anything else."

Behind the bar, Minho snorts.

You can feel Changbin watching you as you walk away.

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Changbin catches up to the three of you as you leave through the back door into the dark alleyway behind the club, your breath frosting in the early winter air.

"Hey, wait-"

"Fuck!" Jeongin jumps and swears, whirling around as you all turn to see the thick bouncer behind you. "Scared the shit out of me, man!"

Changbin's face grows apologetic. "Sorry, but I just-"

Seungmin tugs his coat up further around his throat and shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, and when he speaks, his voice comes out as a sort of high, nervous squeak, "We were just joking about the fourth thing."

You smirk at the bouncer over his shoulder. "I wasn't."

"What? No-" Changbin's face grows red, and then he shakes his head quickly, stepping forward and holding out his hand without really looking at any of you. "Chan just sent me after you to return this, said one of you left it behind."

There's a phone held in his large palm, and instantly, you feel Seungmin breathe a sigh of relief as he sags against you.

Jeongin pushes past the two of you, taking the phone from the bouncer's hand with a slight smirk as their fingers brush purposefully.

"Thanks, big boy. I would forget my head if it weren't attached to me."

Changbin's blush grows even deeper at Jeongin's casual use of the nickname.

You grin and tilt your head, studying him. "Wanna get drinks with us?"

Changbin's head jerks up, and his eyes grow slightly wide, before he's hurriedly shaking his head.

"I shouldn't, I should probably stay and fill out paperwork-"

He glances back toward the door that leads to the club, but his body language tells you he wants nothing more than to accept your invitation.

"God, you're already beginning to sound like Chan-hyung." Jeongin gripes, stepping around you to take hold of the bouncer's burly upper arm, and you don't miss the way he gets in a few appreciative squeezes as he pulls the man back toward you. "C'mon, big boy, live a little. He won't kill you if you do your paperwork tomorrow."

"He might." Seungmin deadpans, but there's a hint of a smile on his lips as he watches the unsure bouncer held in Jeongin's grip.

"We wouldn't let him." You assure with a slight smile and an arch of your brow, and Changbin's chest rises and falls with a sigh.

"Okay, if you're sure-"

Jeongin's face lights up with a grin, and he pulls Changbin with you down the alley.

"Of course we're sure!"

"He's definitely going to kill us for this, you know." Seungmin says under his breath, as the two of you trail behind the chattering Jeongin and the long suffering Changbin.

You shrug and give him a sidelong smirk, looping your arm with his as you walk.

"He can't. Not if he really cares about the club and making money. We're his best after all."

Seungmin hums in some sort of affirmation beneath his breath. "Yeah, I guess."

You tug him closer to you and snuggle against his side, the soft fur of his long coat brushing your cheek.

Your gaze drifts to the large bouncer walking in front of you, and your lips curve up into a smirk.

"From what I gathered, the new guy really likes tassels."

Seungmin huffs a little chuckle out his nose. "Yeah?"

You grin and look up at him. "Yeah. Can't wait to show him our impressive collection."

Seungmin's lips quirk into the hint of a dry smile and he rolls his eyes as you laugh and rib his side.

"Luckily for him, he's chosen the right profession then, hasn't he?

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

I love Jeongin and Seungmin, my two ult biases, but sometimes I see Minho and I’m just like

“FUCK! I LIVE ON THE SAME EARTH AS THAT GUY. THERE IS A 1 IN LIKE 7 BILLION CHANCE THAT I COULD POTENTIALLY RUN INTO THAT MAN. HE’S SO PRETTY WHAT THE FUCK!?”

And then I go back to being a JeongMin simp.

ALSO, ANGSTY FELIX FIC COMING OUT TOMORROW! NOW THAT IM JOBLESS ☹️ I CAN WRITE MORE 😁 BUT ALSO BE BROKE ☹️ BUT ALSO PUT OUT MORE CONTENT 😃

[skzdust]

Y’all I was really trying to write a vampire Jeongmin fic by Halloween but I didn’t get to it 😔

[feuqueerfire]

A Shop for Killers Live Blogging

I almost started watching My Stand-In (8 eps out) but am feeling a pull for this instead. I knew this had Lee Dong Wook when I came across it but forgot until right now when looking at the poster again haha. I'm hoping it's fun and action-packed and interesting.

Ep 1 (June 18)

that was pretty interesting intro, some guy trying to kill Jian and the woman in the house seems a danger too and maybe also the other guy who was lying down

They don't write Jian's full name in the subs even though the characters are clearly saying Jung Jian

머더헬프 = Murder Help? Mother Help? the translations say "murthehelp" but what?

so is the intro going to come up later? I don't think it said anything about "_ ago" or "_ later" when this scene started...

he's dead?! well i'd like to see his body to make sure it's not a fakeout

1 year ago

Her uncle is 1) expecting some sort of attack and preparing for it and 2) terrorizing people who wrong them/Jian

the last thing he said to her was her student number? but that was a 1 year ago, they haven't had any contact since then or what

ayo what the hell, we're getting to see the body? and it's actually him, not some other guy to pretend he died?

Is the synopsis that the uncle dies? idk why I thought her parents died, so she started living with her uncle

what does the tattoo say

oh lmfao it says murthehelp, I suppose the episode title was correct indeed

Does Bae Jeongmin know anything? or involved in any way? he's offering to clean the bathroom where Jinman died and he could be just being nice or hiding something

Comrade Lee Yonghan - name to remember?

Jeongmin found a (burner?) phone hm

drama at the funeral

Jinman was helping out everybody with money troubles in secret?

lived together for 10 years? so 1 year ago, did she move out?

aw, Jian breaking down alone at home

gun selling website behind the hose business

how many ppl are on her ass bruh

Ep 2 (June 18)

jinman's name 3 times to the sky

bro wtf did Jinman do for everybody to be hating him or seeking revenge or somethingggg? Did his enemies kill his mother and come to kill his brother and SIL?

the same burner phone a decade ago

[Linguistics] They keep using 금방, which I didn't know meant soon but that's fun. it's the syllables switched of 방금, which means just now/a moment ago. short time in the future vs past.

this guy who knows the password reminds me a bit of Wi Hajoon for some reason. I should watch a show with him soon

I've had recurring nightmares as a child and pre-teen about home invasions and such people coming to our house and having to escape like this. so proud of little Jian for escaping

who did the car hit? Jian? why'd it seem like a grown man running towards the house though, it wouldn't be Jinman, right?

this is so fucked up man, her escaping the hospital room and having to hide in the morgue in a little space beside her mother's corpse and she didn't even fully know that the parents are dead

why is he so mean to her lakjdf let's kill him, especially cuz he's the reason her parents and grandma are dead anyway

can't go one korean show without some terrible bully children

fuckkk this bringing her back to that day and getting mad that he came so late despite saying he'd be right back and finally speaking again

hm, the woman with the bob left but she's gonna be back to get caught in the fire with her and Jeongmin later

Ah, a shop for killers; he has a shop where killers can buy

is Jian Code Green?

well, they killed him and are now coming for her, so much for code green

What's up with all this? They banded together to kill Jinman, I'm assuming? And now that he's dead, they're getting rid of their codes (literally in their bodies), and going to kill his niece? Why?

Ep 3 (June 18)

damn, he's on some drugs. and he's faking it to see what Jian would do or something I guess? what are the chances he's doing it again right now by faking his death?

What was that? Does Jeongmin also have a code thing in him? or ig not since it said Error

oh, is the woman actually here to help/protect Jian? I'd noticed that she wasn't with all the men who were planning on killing Jian at the end of last ep

does this woman speak Korean with an accent?

So we aren't counting bullets with the little pistol ig

close the workshed door at least

Brother... also a helper?

Ep 4 (June 19)

damn

name to remember: Bale

oh, is that "Brother" guy the same guy? I couldn't see his face

oh, that's Pasin

Is Pasin also dead, hope not

yesss Jian Muay Thai expert

pls the karaoke guy always singing at the restaurant while watching TV -> singing on TV is so fun

The Minsook girl seems like she could do so much better than hanging out with those bully, cowardly boys (i think it's funny that she stole Jinman's watch but after getting stared down, returned it and apologized). i hope she'll show up again

Damn, Pasin ran off with people's money?

D: these cameras

Brother's working with Mihye

Oh, Jeongmin suddenly becoming bolder/harsher and stopping Brother guy from speaking... just as he's about to give more info...

Brother says to not trust Jeongmin... but Jeongmin doesn't trust Brother... I don't trust either fully

Brother says Jinman's died because of Jeongmin but he doesn't know how

Brother and Jeongmin at each other's throats and Jian's guy pointed at Jeongmin. who to trust?

why would clicking on 0404 kill them... Jeongmin...

Weapon shopping mall

Mihye does know Brother, though I assume she met him as a child

...choosing Jeongmin?

ah, I did wonder for a second whether at least Jinman wouldn't think that Jeongmin had locker her in because how would Jeongmin know where she was even at night + not go get anybody?

well, Jeongmin turning out to not be good isn't a surprise, especially the way he started behaving once Brother was here but from when I suspected him at the start + started suspecting him again in the middle of this episode, they were good at making me go like hm, perhaps he's not evil

good parallel with Jinman being like you must be responsible for your choices and Jian's decision to keep it meant she witnessed the cat's death and also her decision to trust Jeongmin over Brother resulted in her current predicament.

Jian was dumb to trust Jeongmin but people are seriously being too mean and flippant about her in the reddit on-air thread, makes me frown.

Ep 5 (June 19)

a manual labour part-time job, not website-making

he's not working on his own obviously, he's got some other people he answers to. seems like the big draw is money?

oh yeah, I'd wondered if he had somehow known about the site already when he was first "finding" it with Jian but it was a passing thought

hmmm these people who recruited Jeongmin basically, are they the ones who killed Jian's parents and grandma? And are they ones who were at Jinnam's funeral? Because those people didn't seem to be the weapons buyers who were trying to kill Jian

Damn, the other guy really just got shot in the head

I guess Jeongmin's actor cute baby face helps sell this sort of role because I think they said he was a killer in Blind or something too

cameras everywhere, including seeing Jeongmin mess around

so those people want access to murthehelp?

Naur, how could Jinman fall for a fake recording of Jian? I don't even know if she'd call for help from this like that... wouldn't it be Jeong Jinman x3? Maybe he's playing bc girl what. I think he'd at least just call her phone straight up just to see

damn that's wild, he just believed that 5 second recording and killed himself while believing that the people who supposedly kidnapped his niece would let her go if he dies? doubt it. i think he's still alive or Something bc wtf

right, so the show also knows that's way too easy...

btw where are Mihye and Brother?

oh lmfao they just left her there to fend for herself

oh yeah, I was wondering what he'd done secretly when he remodeled the house

hm, so Babylon also came? and the two teams are working together now or what?

hilarious "[the killer robot dog] is gonna steal our jobs later, you know"

this fight/shooting scene is so video game-y to me

why didn't Brother get the gun from the hallway and sneak up on the guy or something? good thing Pisan got here at the perfect time ig

We found out stuff behind Jinman's death and who's behind it but I still found this ep boring somehow...

Ep 6 (June 20)

ngl I wanna just finish this show and be done with it today so maybe I'll watch at 1.25x (I did that for the second half of ep 5 last night) unless I start Really liking it and wanna savour it

So seems like backstory is: Jinnam was doing stuff and killing people or whatever in a big team, which included Bale. Then 14 years ago he saw Bale kill a child in cold-blood because "there can't be witnesses." The killers here all seem trained and capable. He probably leaves/runs away and that's why he finally goes to his family but Bale and the people are all chasing him and killing his family and want to kill him. because of him as a witness or some other reason? I think 13 years ago Jian was living with Jinman so it makes sense ig

oh, so they were mercenaries and the mission was to take that guy to safety but Bale killed civilians.

damn, Jinman lied on the stand for Bale

Bale is scary af

Enough scantily clad women in vulnerable positions i feel ill and upset every time

is this Mihye?

ah, Bale literally saying that he'd kill all of Jinman's family and friends if he's still alive

he said he'd take out Jinman last... but Jian is still left... idk I'm just looking for clues that he's still alive somehow lmfao

ah, no more bullets to properly take out Bale but they assumed he was dead

Who is the person who's supposed to be tailing Jinman?

Bale didn't give Jinman time to Breathe, mans went back to his family and Immediately they started dropping like flies

I liked this ep, action, backstory, and answers. and also perhaps a more engaging story or maybe just the sort of story i'm more in the mood for rather than the other episodes.

Also, Lee Dongwook looked good whenever he had his hair down like toward the end of the ep when he's out of uniform and has the bandaid on his face.

Ep 7 (June 20)

is the guy who Mihye's staying with the same guy who went to save Jian but then got killed + his arm chopped off?

ohh, it must be him because I'm remembering that he also typed the answer on the phone to show Jian, right? and he uses sign language here too. though is he the one who called Jinman when his brother died? probably not

ohhh these fuckers orchestrated that murder-suicide story for Jian's parents

wait the deaf friend who I've been thinking has a nice face is named Honda here and he was also the main character in The Director Buys Me Dinner?!

so even the guy who gave the warning actually did it so that Jinman would leave and be ambushed

oh yeah, I'd wondered if the car broken down lady was actually part of the plan and seems like yeah

so not just Bale's conspiracy but entire Babylon wants Jinman dead because he lied about what happened and how Bale "died"

He needs a long-term plan... and that's why he's either not dead or died knowing exactly what was going to happen after

Aw, Pasin, Mihye, Brother, Jian all in that house

I'm liking the backstory episdoes. I liked the backstory in earlier episodes of young Jian when people were dying and how her and Jinman interacted but then I got bored of the backstories in the middle of when she was a teenager because it felt like we weren't getting scenes that needed half the episode to itself but these two episodes were interesting to see why everything was happening and the story just interested me more. Interesting use of flashbacks though because in the earlier eps, we were doing 50-50 flashbacks and current time, both in Jian's POV but now we've done 100% flashbacks in Jinman's POV.

Last ep, 1 hour left, we'll see how they wrap it up.

Ep 8 (June 20)

parallels with her hiding in her room while this fucker's out to get her

oof, Brother dead

It's really not fun to have everybody fighting and dying while Jian just stands and watches in horror even while everybody's telling her to run, thus also distracting them. either help or escape bruh

okay I defended Jian from people calling her stupid in like the ep 4 reactions or whatever but she's so frustrating now. i get she Wants To Know What Happened but just giving away her position and trying to talk to this guy is so... like he literally has a gun

dying, the way the guy was talking about and to Jeongmin before and after killing him was really funny

oh lol Brother was wearing a bulletproof vest. but on that note, what about Mihye? and also I can't believe it's seeming more and more like Jinman truly just offed himself over a fake recording like actually wtf, like he actually would not do that he can't be so stupid

okay she did it, clean bullet through the head, good job Jian

ah, so every killer came to kill them all because Babylon was offering bounty for their deaths. but what about Bale? or is he just fine w Jinman dead or thought dead or whatever

so funny, they're all like yaaas tax-free prize + sales on weaponry

thought the bus would have Jinman lol

okay, duh. ofc he's alive duh and comes right after Jian has managed to escape/survive/etc.

Kind of anticlimactic but tracks with what we've seen in the earlier eps I guess. Also, no Bale? Some people on the on-air thread said we're supposed to assume that maybe Jinman was fighting with Bale and that's why he's weak and bruised? idk.

Overall:

Interesting premise + interesting execution with all the flashbacks, especially because it was like eps 1 - 4: about half is flashbacks to Jian's childhood/growning up with Jinman/teenagehood in her POV, ep 5: Jeongmin's POV flashback for about half, eps 6 - 7: almost entirely Jinman POV flashbacks, ep 8: almost no flashbacks. I think I liked some of the early Jian's POV eps (ep 2 comes to mind) and quite enjoyed eps 6 - 7 which gave us more backstory. I do have to say the flashbacks cutting through the current action was sometimes bothersome, especially after we'd established important stuff in the first few eps and were showing stuff in the middle episodes that didn't need as much screentime, specifically Jian's teenage life. I thought ep 5 was also weak af.

I found Jinman intriguing and mysterious and understood him despite being frustrated with how he treated Jian at times. Jian I liked way more at the beginning but then started being kind of annoyed toward the end at times. Mihye was soooo cool.

It was a surprisingly funny show, especially in regard to how this is just a job for these mercenaries and killers lol

The ending was a bit anticlimactic in terms of how things were resolved + there was a bunch of important threads that were unfinished (aiming for a season 2?). I wasn't surprised by the ending but I don't know if they were aiming for that anyway, I think they knew the audience to predict it and were okay with it.

idk what to rate it, like it's fine, I liked it well enough, likely will never think about it again, but may watch season 2 if it ever airs. I guess I liked it more than Killed Paradox (I actually barely remember that show, esp the second half? nothing in my brain)

Rating: 6.5/10

[kingsbridgelibraryteens]

Here are some books that we selected to present to several 7th grade classes that visited us this week. The theme of these books was TEEN VOICES!

All of these books contain writing and art that was either created by teens, or was created by adults who were looking back at their childhood / teen years:

Hey, Kiddo by Jarrett Krosoczka

Occulted by Amy Rose, Ryan Estrada, and Jeongmin Lee

Being Jazz: My Life as a Transgender Teen by Jazz Jennings

Things I Have to Tell You: Poems and Writing by Teenage Girls ed. by Betsy Franco

You Hear Me? Poems and Writing by Teenage Boys ed. by Betsy Franco

Diary of a Tokyo Teen: A Japanese-American Girl Travels to the Land of Trendy Fashion, Hi-Tech Toilets and Maid Cafes by Christine Mari Inzer

Coming of Age in 2020: Teenagers on the Year That Changed Everything ed. by Katherine Schulten

[youngmar4]

240102 JEONGMIN OFFICIAL INSTAGRAM UPDATE ~

thank you very much to everybody that celebrated my birthday❤ I will gather all my congratulations and will return them back to you 100 times more so will make you happier also this year, since yesterday I have been with a cold and was lying down just watching the ceiling but now I managed to quickly write something, everybody too please take care to not catch a cold and your condition, let's meet at the concert❤

Cr: boy_jm_ | Trans by me youngmar4 *^*💖

[lunaryugamine]

I’m curious abt your orv au for the title tag game 👀

Sorry for the late response!

So this WIP is pretty much just vibes because I really wouldn't change anything about ORV, so the idea just lives in my head rent-free.

TW mentions of sexual abuse and discussion of sex work

What if Kim Dokja had a sister who would support him in everything he does?

Unfortunately, it doesn't change much.

Kim Jeongmin is four years older than Dokja and did her best to protect him from their father until their father began to sexually abuse her at 13, at which point she ran away, promising Dokja she'd come for him when their father was dead. But when their father died, she was 16 and a sex worker and in no position to come find Dokja, especially with all the media attention surrounding the case. She assumed that he would be better off without her now that he was with a normal family.

But a few years later, he attempted suicide and she realized he wasn't in a normal family and tried to get custody of him now that she was an adult (19). The family was happy to get Dokja off their hands as long as they could keep the royalties to the book, which she signed off on because there's nothing much she could do.

Maybe Dokja could have a happier life because he lived with someone who loved him?

Of course that wasn't the case. Although he logically understood why she left him and didn't come when she promised, he subconsciously resents her for it because emotions aren't rational, and he's certainly not going to therapy to sort that out so he keeps his emotional walls up. Jeongmin also has to do more difficult and dangerous jobs to have the money to take care of Dokja, which feeds into his guilt complex, especially since she comes home semi-regularly sporting bruises from customers. The best thing that came from it is that Dokja has someone who will listen to him ramble about TWSRW, discusses it with him, and at least attempts to read it (although Jeongmin can't get too far into it because it's so bad).

Jeongmin thinks the world of her brother and wants the best for him. She takes care of him the best she can, even though it's far from perfect. When Dokja leaves the house, she focuses on saving up money to start her own business and by the time the world ends, she owns her own brothel where she makes sure her workers are safe and tries to keep kids out of the sex trade as much as possible. She starts out the story with a group of people who are extremely loyal to her, and she decides to put all of her effort into trying to keep Dokja safe.

As I said, I'll never write it because trying to rewrite ORV sounds exhausting, but I did learn a lot about sex work in Korea and Korean history while trying to find a constellation for Jeongmin. I ended up choosing Hwang Jini, who was a kiseang in the Joseon period.

[briee-elle]

Was so excited for another jeongmin fic but it doesn't sound appealing ...

esp the last sentence in the notes

whyyyyyyy, now I can't read this