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bitchlessdino · 1 month ago

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repeat rebound (m) Ch.6: Repeating Insecurities (18+)

Chapter list Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (smut ft.wonwoo) Genre: Crack, smut, fluff (18+) word count: 3.4k tags: mentions of kids, mentions of gambling addiction, mentions of food, messy!reader, richboy!mingyu, dilf!wonwoo, cunniligus, soft dom!wonwoo, yearning!wonwoo, face riding Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again author note: hi guys, shes back but at what cost

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There isn’t much you know about Wonwoo, but in the short time you’ve reconnected with him, you’ve managed to learn a lot. For one, he likes energy drinks like no one you’ve ever met before as he stockpiled Monster energy by the 12 pack. Two, he doesn't seem like it, but the slightest nudge at his ego will show on his face. Whether it’s the subtle down turn of his smile or a crease of his brow, he displays his emotions on his face just like anyone else.

And three, he’s a damn, damn good kisser.

Wonwoo’s lips, slotted between yours, moves fervently as if chasing something just out of reach, bewitchingly sweet. Meanwhile, his hands hold you with a rough and eager grapple, unable to keep them off of you when you feel absolutely electrifying, the thrum of your pulse buzzing under his fingertips. He then pushes you inside your apartment, a growl stuck in his throat, pushing the door close behind him.

Your heavy lidded gaze finds his narrowing at you intensely, visibly intoxicated, as he inhales every ounce of oxygen left in you in a ravenous lip lock. He presses you against the edge of the entrance hallway table and the oak digs against your backside. As it embeds in your flesh, you feel it strike you in pain, sounding out in soft wordless groans.

Luckily for you, Wonwoo knows when to take action. Swiftly, he lifts you from the ground to have you loom over him as your tush lands on the table, letting your legs border either side of him. His eyes flutter open when he breaks the kiss, hands clasped against your face, and his thumb gliding over the swell of your bottom lip.

“Have you right where I want you,” he says in hushed tones.

You tug him by his hips, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth in intrigue, wondering what more it is that he’s been wanting. “Well, don’t stop now. I might just run away again,” you tease.

He lightly scoffs, pushing pressure against your lips, finding that your head hits the wall mirror behind you. “Why do you think I brought you to your place then?”

He elicits a moan from you as his clothed groin brushes against your arousal—then comes grinding, addictive as the size of bulge presses against your core, and you clench at the mere thought of him inside you. Your fingers run up to find tufts of his hair, legs coming around his torso, and matching his rhythm as you lock him closer against you.

”I don’t know, maybe to give you a chance to swipe a souvenir?” You flirtatiously accuse.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows meet down the middle, lips parted in offense. ”Are you referring to me stealing something from you?”

”Maybe not a mug or a lamp,” You shrug innocently enough, “but maybe a pair of dirty panties.”

Smirking, Wonwoo’s gaze briefly flickers down south before his smile sweeps over your jaw and trails your neck, his incisors scraping against your skin. “Now you’re just giving me good ideas.”

“Well, I’m full of them” you whisper, lips kissing the tip on his ear, “But I'd rather be full with something else.”

His groans vibrate against your collarbone as you palm over his raging hard over his pants. He starts cascading his kisses as he gropes the underside of your breasts in his greedy hands. “Trust me, that’s my plan.”

In a blink of an eye, the buttons of your shirt scatter across all floors like marbles, spinning out of control in chaotic spirals as they disappear into the darkest corners of your apartment, perhaps to never be seen again—or worse, swept away by Mr. Roomba. You loudly gasp, eyes pointed directly at the perpetrator who’s hands tease the hems of your shirt with an apologetic smile. “Wonwoo!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he quickly quips before his smile descends down your bare torso, wet and hot kisses following his path.

You have no fight left to argue when you realize it’s easy to become clay in his hands. His wet clay that just gushes effortlessly between his fingers, while his knuckles work kneading your malleable body to fit his very desired mold. Meanwhile, his moans bounce off the wall deliciously, his breathing staggering before he mouths over your bra, finding the rigid peaks through the fabric and tracing over them with his tongue, and you whine from frustration.

“You’re gonna bring me back home just to tease me?” You dramatically cry.

“Maybe, I should, if that means I get to have you longer to myself,” he points out, cupping around the curved shape and thumbing through the space between the barrier and flesh underneath, sending a tantalizing chill running down your spine.

”We’re going to neighbors,” you pout, “Time won’t be much of an issue with us.”

His hands glide around your bust, fingers fiddling to find the bra’s hooks. “Promise?”

”Promise,” you recklessly assure in a single breath.

And like that, your breasts are falling out of the confines of your undergarment before Wonwoo tosses it and your shirt aside to take a drag of your savor, finding its beguiling aroma only growing stronger the longer he allows himself to indulge. He tugs at you by your hips, your molten heat mere inches from his but still worlds away with a wall of jeans and thoroughly ruined panties.

Wonwoo moves on to the top button of your pants, gaze flickering up back at you impishly as he undoes them and slides down your thighs, caressing the skin he exposes from your ankles and up, following a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Leading to your inner thighs, he breathes in the heady cocktail that he could only describe as something that would’ve caused the Trojan war, or lead to rehabilitation from withdrawals.

“…fuck,” He barely manages to mutter, before ducking down, vanishing from view and causing a sensation on your core that knocks the wind out of your lungs.

Your jaw falls slack, breath hitched in your throat, and you brace from impact by the edge of the table as your hips are possessed by his mouth. Meanwhile, Wonwoo—showing how he's both disciplined yet unhinged—works through the wetness soaked through your panties, sucking every bit of your arousal like it was sauce off a napkin, and then wrapping his lips around your core to engorge himself on a feast long overdue. His hands, large and coarse, cosset your breasts, thumb and index plying with your stiffness between before pinching, and earning whistles of a whine.

”Wonwoo…” You reach down for his face, lifting it up just slightly to bring him into view and instantly see the remnant you leave behind smudging his glasses as he’s latched onto you still. “You got your glasses dirty,” You mention weakly, fingers extending out to pry them off before he halts you by the wrist.

He holds your tender watch, eyes glistening awe behind his defiled frames, and guides your hand on his crown, burying him deeper, the metal rims pressing against your swollen clit. You give out a groan, doubling over as his tongue pierces your folds, slipping aside the scantily shaped piece of fabric and stroking generous stripes down your soaking lips, coating his mouth and cheeks just the same.

You could speak in only shattered breaths, mustering the courage to use Wonwoo’s helping hand and find your grip, leveraging it to ride his face. His groans echoes inside you, buzzing against your fluttering walls as he bobs in your aching cunt. He starts grunting in excitement as he eats you, enthusiastically even, the most you’ve even seen from him—then again this is the most enthusiasm you’ve ever seen from Wonwoo in general.

“Shit, shit, shit. You’re gonna make me explode on your face!” You grit as sweat beads down your neck.

And yet, he doesn’t stop. In fact, he goes harder, collecting your thighs in his biceps and hooking them to clench around his face, so absorbed in your pussy and what treasures await him inside that nothing else matters.

He is suffocating himself between your legs—willing, may you add—and his world is quite literally fading to black. And although he looks so goddamn pathetic—and is frankly so demeaning and pathetic, it’s hot. It’s sexy. And oh, fucking days could ride this train all the way to hell if you had that ticket.

“Wonwoo…god…you—“ you tightly hold on him, a loud agonizing groan leaving your body as your pupils fall behind your skull. Your hips trembling out of control, you unleash the build up that comes alive in his mouth, coating every crevice in your viscous, salty ambrosia. You leave him with the taste of you that would last hours, maybe days, not that he minded.

As your shaking begins to falter, the kisses he leaves on your pulse beating out of your legs ascend up your body, following up your stomach and gently caressing your waist. They eventually land on your breasts in soft sighs, finding themselves in his mouth, the symphony of moans escaping him once again. His arms come around to embrace you, seizing your sides by his hands in a firm grip.

You’re too tired to speak at this point and just observe, watching as he touches you fondly, wordlessly doting on you with utter tenderness that you aren’t even bothered by the silence.

He finally comes up for breath spreading a wide and exhausted smile across his face, glasses smudged beyond repair of any wet lens wipe and you let out a chuckle. You steal them from his face and reaching for your shirt once fallen to the ground and run its fabric on the lens, seeing it do absolutely nothing for the clarity. “You’re so messy,” you softly nag.

He gently takes them away from you, stuffing them in his pocket before reconnecting your lips, sharing what’s left of you. “I gotta go.”

He picks up after himself, plucking your jeans and bra from the ground and folding them neatly to be put aside. Meanwhile, you just stare at him, speechless for an entirely different reason. “Whu—what do you mean you have to go? You just got here,” you pull him closer towards, your breasts pressing against his firm chest through his tee-shirt. “What about you?”

He grins, cupping your cheek. “I got so distracted about taking you home…I forgot the baby monitor, and if I come in and out so often I might wake her up with the noise. I’m sorry.”

You groan, your head falling on his shoulder. “That is so incredibly considerate of you, you’re a good dad. God, fuck. That’s hot.”

“Hey,” He lifts his chin to meet your gaze, “Time’s on our side right? It isn’t an issue for us?”

”Yeah, yeah, yeah. Prepared to be jumped the next time Winnie is napping.”

He laughs at your honesty and reels you in for another devastating kiss before having to leave. You see him out, clutching your top close for dear life and staying hidden behind your front door as he enters the neighboring one. There’s a soft “Bye,” that leaves his lips, and soon enough the ghost of his presence haunts not only your front door hallway but your body that craved more than one measly orgasm.

“I’m getting the worst Deja vu right now,” you whisper ironically to yourself as you close the door behind you, recalling another moment you received head with dick on layaway. “I hate men.” You sigh.

Tired to do anything else, you take your well-deserved shower and head off for bed. But something decides to keep you up at night, something that makes you toss and turn, lying awake whether you're going crazy or not. Like you’re up wondering how things would’ve gone if he hadn’t forgotten the life line between him and his daughter. Or if it hadn’t happened at all.

Or if had he done that on purpose?

Get you all hot and bothered, eat his cake, and then leave when you’re ready for more. Giving you a taste of your own medicine like how you handled him the last time you were together intimately. His two birds and one stone.

You immediately reach for your phone, instinctively pulling up a contact that's always the first to come to mind when it’s to rant about these sorts of things, but stopping before you could type out a message or send a call. Jeonghan’s profile image taunts you, reminding you’re supposed to be…disappointed that he’s keeping things from you.

But he’s your best friend. The first person you think to talk to when it’s superficial and reckless behavioral things like this. Surely, you can get over this hump.

You check the time to see it at about 11pm at night before deciding to call, nail to teeth about him picking up as you lay slump in bed, hearing only the dial tone on the other end. It rings steadily, and you take a breath with each beat, telling yourself after the fifth, you’d hang up.

”Hello?”

You sit up against the bed frame, moving too excitedly at the sound of his voice. “Hey.”

”Hey.” He responds softly. “You okay? It’s a pretty late time to call.”

”Yeah, I know. I…I wanted to check in on you.”

”Yeah?” He teases, a smile heard loud and clear.

You roll your eyes, hugging a pillow nearby to your chest. “Something like that…Is what I heard today what I thought it was?”

He sighs, and movement could be heard in the background of his call. “What do you think it was that you heard this morning?”

”That…” You lick your lips anxiously, the words having a hard time breaking free from their cage. “The machines. The buttons. The bells. Jeonghan, were you gambling?”

He sighs again, and you manage to make out the squeaking of a bed. Before he could calmly say your name, following up with some excuse you know you’ve heard before, you interrupt. “Don’t you start.”

”It’s not that serious. Just a couple of slot machines.”

”Jeonghan. No,” You warn.

He groans before you hear a snap and a quiet hiss, following the familiar sound of crackle. “It’s not that deep,” He replies, and by his mumble you could immediately tell there’s already a cigarette between his lips.

”What happened to all the progress we made? Everything we worked hard for you to break this habit and keep you out of debt?” You remind him.

”I was one time. The trip had worn me out and right nearby had a place, I—“ He takes a drag, exhaling deeply. “I just have been going through things, okay?”

”Why couldn’t you have told me that? I’m your best friend.”

He takes a beat for however long for whatever for. That’s what you hate about phone calls. You can’t see what’s happening on the other end and the face of the person you’re talking to. But this is Jeonghan. If you are going to be patient for anyone, it’s going to be him. ”…I know. I know. You’ve done a lot for me, sweetheart—“

“Then why are you shutting me out? Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“I swear I’m not.”

”Then what is it?”

“I don’t want to argue over phone—“

”Oh, you want me to hang up?”

“No, I just want to meet you in person. Let’s do that, hmm?”

You swallow a lump in your throat, suddenly anxious at the thought of seeing him again after a while and unsure why. “When?”

”Soon. Sometime soon,” he reassures.

”Okay,” you relent easily, despite being the instigator.

“Okay?”

”Okay.”

He let out a satisfied hum, “Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

Your brain suddenly teeters back to the thought of your original intent, your reservations of your reconnection Wonwoo. That had been an afterthought the second you heard your best friend's voice, the voice the source of all your joy or all your rage. You ponder just a moment longer before deciding against bringing it up, thinking perhaps there’stime and place for everything.

“That’s it, but…”

”But?”

”I miss you.” You answer sincerely.

His chuckles are like a warm bowl of soup on a cold evening, simply comforting and never unwelcome. “You’ll see me soon. Get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.”

If anyone could calm you down, it was Jeonghan. If anyone could silence you, If anyone held power over you, it was Jeonghan.

Here you are, having had phone sex with one guy in the middle of his work day and almost-sex maybe not even half an hour ago with someone else entirely. Yet, right now all you can think and worry about is Jeonghan.

Jeonghan this. Jeonghan that.

You push a pillow into your face, letting out your screams, all the spiraling thoughts of what’s happened to you in the past several weeks—which was admittedly more than you ever had to handle—before finally letting your mind sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day. A fresh start. With no worries.

And boy, did tomorrow like to throw more curve balls.

“Mingyu, No.”

“It’s not even for me!” He defend, a childish whine in his tone.

You shake your head at the man’s words over the phone, “No, do you not understand the words coming from my mouth? No.”

“He just needs a pretty little eye candy on his arm for an hour. Max.”

”Then you do it.”

“Hmm, flattered because I knew you always thought I was pretty and never said anything, but this is serious. My guy needs the hook up!” He pleads, as if he’d die without your help.

You stab your scrambled eggs and imagine them as Mingyu’s head, annoyed that whenever he needs a favor he comes to you with a sack full of cartoon money and at yourself for even thinking about considering taking th deal.

“Just because I played one fake girlfriend for you doesn't mean I’ll do it for anyone. I know you and you have money and I was desperate.”

You hear his clap over the phone, assuming he must hav you over speaker. ”Ah! Money. How could I forget? Ten thousand.”

You inched the space between your brows, hissing. ”Kim Mingyu, you spoiled fucking bitc—“

”Eleven, twelve, thirteen—“

”Shut the actual fuck up!’ You shout at your phone like a mad person, “Why is this so important? Who is this guy?”

”I told my friend. Now it’s not any time soon but—“

And you hang up, not wanting to waste the rest of your morning on Ritchie Rich’s nonsense. And like clockwork, your phone vibrates soon after, a text message by the nuisance himself.

Mingew: hey! that’s fine ill just call u about it nxt month! thats when the plan really takes action Mingew: keep ur phone on u!

You roll your eyes, not planning on taking that call in the slightest, and went with breakfast, other more important things going on in your mind and for once it isn’t Jeonghan.

No, you’re backtracking to Wonwoo, second guessing his intentions still. You’ve barely reacquainted yourselves (quite the understatement), but you’re started to grow this strange attachment, treading on early signs of a crush, maybe something more. You blame the proximity, cursing that bitch fate for putting such a hot dad with who isn’t a douche right at your doorstep when you were perfectly fine being single again.

But what’s hotter than a guy you know that’s good with kids? A guy that's good with kids and can put his mouth to use.

You need to talk this through with someone. Someone you can confide in. Jeonghan currently seems out of the picture considering he’s having his own issues he’s dealing with. So, it looks like you have to rely on someone else for the time being for that kind of attention, but you’re wracking your brain figuring out who.

Your phone buzzes again. Another text message. You assume it’s another from Mingyu and scoff, but are pleasantly surprised when it's not.

Soonyoung: mornin pal Soonyoung: friend? Soonyoung: i don’t know what to call you

You laugh quietly to yourself before responding.

you: morning…bud? soonyoung: weird isn’t it you: yeah soonyoung: so what ya up to you: just having breakfast in my pjs soonyoung: hot you: lol dude soonyoung: kidding sonyoung: what else you: well You: something’s on my mind lately Soonyoung: something or someone? you: are you in my fucking walls soonyoung: no but HA you: yeah it’s someone Soonyoung: wanna talk about it you: wouldn’t it be weird Soonyoung: whats weird about it You: you and me hooking up You: and then talking about someone else Im hooking up with Soonyoung: We are just friends Soonyoung: i feel like there no other better person to talk about to Soonyoung: unless maybe jeonghan. Have you talked about this with him You: no its ok. Let’s meet up

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jejuboo-s · 1 year ago

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Silent Boarding Gate [STAGE 1: DENIAL]

[PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5]

Pairing: Design Major!F. Reader x Model!W. Junhui

Genre: Fluff, Smut, & Angst (Fluff will be more prominent as the parts progress)

Synopsis: In which you meet Wen Junhui, an exchange student from China, along the way of accomplishing your dreams. He was a great friend, but you got attached to him. Maybe a little too much.

Warning: Slowburn, arguing, explicit language, Jun gets a little hostile in said argument, masturbation, lots and lots and lots of reader second guessing herself D:

Taglist in the comments due to so much love and support :)

(Please let me know through asks or the comments if you’d like to be in the taglist, @s not mentioned are not able to be tagged ^3^)

You and Jun were a notorious duo—well, more like a rumored couple (which would most likely never happen), in many of your classes. You certainly didn’t mind the fake rumors, but he certainly did.

You plopped yourself on your couch next to your best friend, Junhui; and whilst doing so, you managed to spill a bit of the popcorn from the bowl in your grasp into Jun’s lap.

“____—“ He whined, much like a baby. “I told you you should’ve gotten a bigger bowl, or atleast look like you care that you ruined my favorite stay-at-home sweats with some cheap butter!”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Shut up you big baby,” Before you could get out the next pair of words, he flicked you square in the forehead. “Hey! Leave me alone Junnie, exams are over—this is my, no, our personal way of bonding.”

“Fine fine, just for the sake of bonding.” He sighed, putting emphasis on the ‘bonding’ just to push your buttons a little further.

And you were right, Jun was just being annoying—as he usually is. Yesterday was exam day, and you had exceeded your own expectations, whereas Jun, well, you guys hadn’t really brought up his score yet. But, either way, it was your final exam and you were proud to have ended your last semester on a good note.

“Hey, if you wanna bond, you have to at least do the bare minimum and talk.” Jun ruffled your hair, and you mumbled profanities to yourself.

“Mr. Wen Junhui, respectfully, shut up.” You scoffed, patting your messy hair back into place. “Can we watch the new Little Mermaid movie? Please?”

“What? No! I thought we were watching Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse! You agreed to it!” He whined.

“No, we're watching the Little Mermaid and that’s that!”

“Aweeeee… How come you always get what you want?”

Wiping his hands with a cloth, Jun sighs as he sees his hands, yet again, sweaty. Today’s packing day—and technically, he’s not supposed to be moving yet, however, he has other plans.

He places the last of his boxes outside his and Minghao’s dorm, internally whining when he hears very familiar keys jingling, the noise more prominent each and every step.

Looking up, Jun sees someone he’d usually be more than elated to see—however, right now, he wishes they’d never cared for him in the first place. After all, this was the right thing to do.

“Huh, Junnie?” You stopped, with a somewhat confused and positive look on your face. God how he wishes that he’d never had to tell you. “Why’re you already moving? Are you really that eager—“

“Shut up with your teasing, I’m tired of it.” He bit his lip—did I really say that? “I’m not in the mood for any of your antics right now.”

Jun looks up from the boxes giving you an unfamiliar and more hostile look, watching your soft expression form into something more apprehensive. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, I wish I didn’t have to watch the beautiful laugh on her face fade.

You put your hand on his wrist, caressing the soft and supple skin with your thumb to calm him down, until he shoves you away and pulls back, that is.

“What?… Jun, why are you so hostile today, is something up? You know you could always tell me—“

“No, I told you to shut up. I don’t wanna tell you shit, and I won’t ever tell you shit again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

You slowly back away, trying to hide the fact a huge lump in your throat was building, and that yout eyes were starting to water. This was what he wanted, it’s what you didn’t expect. It was better to hurt you now than to hurt you later.

“Just leave, I don’t wanna see your face again. Matter of fact—I’m moving to China, so I won’t have to see you ever again.”

“Huh?”

Jun coldly walks back into his dorm, slamming the door to emphasize his so-called hatred. Behind him, he hears yelling from you that he tried to ignore, but what you says really gets in his head.

“Okay, well fuck you too! I don’t even care if you're going to China, I don’t care about you!”

He rests his head on the wall and mumbles,

“乌云无语晕开 [The love I didn’t say then].”

Great, just great, you thought. You scrolled on Snapchat, and looked at everybody's stories. They were all a stupidly clear video of you and Jun arguing—captioned “The infamous couple, broken up?”

And even worse of all, everybody was contacting you to see if you were okay, everyone was claiming Jun was in the wrong, even though you knew damn well they’d probably been texting Jun earlier.

Throwing your phone down onto your bed just when you thought that call was gonna be the last of them, you feel vibration from under your bed’s covers. I wonder who it is this time, you thought.

Taking your phone hesitantly, your breath hitched for a second—it was Minghao.

Minghao was Jun’s best friend since childhood, brother from another mother, basically. And since you are, well, were Jun’s best friend, it wasn’t rare for you to bond at times when Jun wasn’t with you guys.

Minghao and you bonded about things that Jun wouldn’t understand half of the time. But it made him seem like an even more reliable friend, it made it seem like he didn’t stick around just because you were acquainted with Jun; but because you were a good person.

Which is why you were semi-surprised about seeing the incoming call from him, and equally as hesitant to pick it up. But, you didn’t want to ruin yet another friendship so, why not?

Silence rang through the line as you picked up the phone.

“Hey Jun. I’m gonna go use the bathroom, give me a second.”

You bit your lip. Oh he lives with Jun now, I figured. You shrugged it off, you knew Minghao wasn’t the type to secretly tell Jun all your secrets. Right?

“Okay, I’m sorry about that,” He whispered. “You know we live in an apartment together since we moved together, I mean, it’s logical. But I don’t want him to hear what you have to say.”

You hummed in response, hoping the phone would pick up the noise. “So, what exactly did you wanna ask me, Hao?”

“What exactly happened between you and Jun? One day, you guys are best friends who literally have toothbrushes in each other's dorms—and the next you guys are people who’ve never met!”

“Sorry, it’s just all so confusing to me. Jun’s acting more distant and I can’t stand it. And so are you, you would’ve called me by now.” Minghao audibly sighed through the phone.

“It might sound hypocritical but, I just came to check up on him while he’s moving a couple of boxes out. I start joking around, and he just seems to be pissed off with me and,“ A tear falls down your cheek. “He just says a bunch of shit like he doesn’t wanna see me again and he hates me, man, that stuck with me.”

You could hear the surprise in Minghao’s voice when he talks. “Oh, really? He’s been acting like he was the one who got wronged. I’m sorry that happened to you, ____.”

Your hand grew tired of holding the phone up to your ear, so you decided to plop on your bed, phone next to ear. “It’s fine really, Hao. You’re not at fault, you don’t even deserve to be caught up in all this.”

“____, listen.” It caught you by surprise he’d dropped the honorifics, but you didn’t show it. “It was my choice to get caught up in this drama you two have. I could’ve just not called you or ignored Jun.”

“Don’t put the blame on yourself. I know how close you were to Jun and just because you were close and you guys fell apart doesn’t mean it’s your fault. Hell, it’s Jun’s fault and I can admit it as his best friend.”

Choked sobs were heard through the line, and Minghao knew better than to keep talking. “Thank you Hao.” You whispered. “I think I need some time to think for myself though, I’ll call you later. Bye-bye.”

The line fell.

It’d been a couple of months since you and Jun stopped being friends. You had gotten over him, for the most part, of course you still thought of him from time to time and the thoughts would eat you up—you were still better than before, until today.

You were flipping through your favorite TV channels, great every single one’s on an ad break, you thought. And to your horror, the last one, which had usually had to do with modeling, design, photography, etc. had been airing a fashion week runway. And guess who was walking on that fucking runway.

Wen Junhui.

You felt your throat getting drier and drier by the second. However you sat felt uncomfortable, the temperature of the room felt humid and unbearable. Everything didn’t seem right.

His outfit seemed uncomfortable yet it suited his facial features so perfectly, and oh, he dyed his hair blonde? He looked so much more different, and the truth was, you were so fucking into it. You couldn’t bring yourself to switch the channels, you were just waiting for him to cycle back onto the runway to see his next outfit.

The next outfit looked ethereal on him. Since when did he have abs, and when did they get so toned? It was a bold choice for the stylists to not conceal his eyebags, you thought, but it made him so much more appealing and attractive, you hated to admit.

You decided to finally shut off the TV but now you were all hot and bothered. You thought it was ridiculous, ridiculous that you were all shaken up for an ex-best friend. For an ex-crush.

Throwing yourself on your bed, you sighed, rubbing your thighs. Opening Instagram, you searched up the familiar name of Wen Junhui. This is so wrong, you cried out.

Pulling down your shorts, you trailed your fingers up your shirt, down to your breasts, to your stomach and finally to where your panties sat. You moaned at how wet you were.

Two of your fingers dipped down into your sopping hole, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth formed into an O and soft and quiet little gasps came from your mouth.

This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. And you knew it. There was a pit deep in your stomach, and no, it wasn’t the pit in your stomach that you’d normally get from pleasuring yourself. It was from guilt. Pure guilt.

You knew it was wrong, but you kept going, moans growing louder by each and every curl of your finger. Tears bubbling at your eyes, falling onto your pillow thinking if you guys had never argued that day, maybe it’d be his fingers in your pussy right now. Not your own.

“Junnie…” A nickname that now feels foreign slips past your lips, salty tears staining your lips much like a sign to not chant his name. With enough twists of your fingers, you manage to wrap yourself undone, chest rising up and falling back down with each breath.

Sitting up, you sighed. The reality of it all hit you like a truck. You’d never be able to see or talk to Jun ever again. Whether you liked it or not. He was a famous model and you were just some nerd who did graphic design for a living.

But even with all taken, it was still reasonable to have some hope. Right?

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Seventeen ‘Love, Money, Fame’ MV Jun Icons

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fancytokyo · 1 year ago

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wooahaes · 2 years ago

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35. “i’m happy whenever i’m with you.” with Junhui please.

disaster date night

pairing: non-idol!jun x gn!reader

prompt: 35. “i’m happy whenever i’m with you.” from these prompts

warnings: date night goes bad and reader feels guilty over it. mentions of food (and also burning food). skinship. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

word count: 0.8k~

daisy’s notes: thank you for the request! this is... soft :(

everything was going awfully and this was probably the worst date either of you had ever had.

when it came to tonight, you told jun that you wanted to plan date night. usually, due to your schedule being more hectic than his own, jun was the one who figured out plans and suggested them to you before making adjustments as needed. it was sweet of him, but you were starting to feel a little guilty that your sweet boyfriend of almost two years was the one who always made plans. he’d recently received a pretty impressive bonus at work, and the two of you had set a date night to celebrate when you were both free. and, to try and make it more special, you’d insisted on making all the plans.

(the cute look on jun’s face when you asked was worth the stress you were dealing with ahead of time, to be fair. that bashful smile, the stars in his eyes for a moment... he’d always insisted he was happy, but you were suspecting that he was excited to see you take over.)

you’d made reservations at one of jun’s favorite restaurants that night. it was a little on the pricey side, sure, but you could afford to splurge on making him happy. you were celebrating him, after all. except... the reservations were lost. despite the offer to try and get the two of you at the bar until a table opened up, you had turned it down since the restaurant was beyond packed that night.

okay. so you had to change your plans. no big deal. you could cook for jun. he’d taught you recipes he liked--that was honestly how the two of you bonded in the early days of your relationship. unfortunately, your skills were... more basic than your boyfriend’s.

jun turned back to you from the open window where he’d been trying to help waft the smell of burnt food out. he had this soft, sappy smile on his face as he made his way back over to you. “i’ll order takeout,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he went to find wherever he’d dropped his phone in the panic.

you huffed once he was across the room, frustrating with your own shortcomings. resolved to clean up the mess, you called over your shoulder for jun to order whatever he wanted--he knew what you’d eat, after all. it was still his night and you would still pay for it.

soon enough, jun had returned to you, arms wrapping around you as you scrubbed at the burnt bottom of the pan. he leaned around you enough to press another kiss into your cheek, followed by another, and another. despite your whine, you could feel the way his lips curved into a smile.

“how are you so happy?” you finally asked, not looking up. “i ruined date night.”

he pulled you into his chest, and you dropped the sponge into the water as you settled into his warm embrace. “you didn’t ruin anything.”

“jun.”

a soft chuckle, followed by another tiny kiss against your skin. “i’m happy whenever i’m with you,” he said. “i don’t need things to be fancy. it means a lot that you wanted this to be special even though we could have ordered takeout from the beginning. i would have been okay with it.”

“but--” you turned to face him, “but you always make our dates so special. and you cook and you clean whenever the apartment gets too messy because i was too busy at work--and you’re... you’re perfect,” you whine again. “i can’t even plan a good date.”

“oh... honey,” he frowned. “i like planning our dates to make both of us happy. i don’t mind taking over cleaning when you’re busy and too tired from work. you do laundry for both of us when i’m tired,” he reached for your hands, intertwining fingers with you. “i like what we have. you work more than i do, too,” he squeezes your hand, “it’s okay.”

you pouted, “but--i just wanted things to be special.”

he let out a quiet sigh, pulling you into his arms. he gently swayed with you, clearly mulling over something. “ah... wait,” he drew back just enough to see your face. “you know the cookies i like...”

and oh the way you lit up, smiling. cooking was a struggle, but there was something about baking that seemed to click with you a little better. “i’ll make them,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “say no more.”

jun always opted to help, happy to see you more in your element. he started searching cabinets to find the mixing bowl when you called his name. he turned, only to be surprised by you pressing your lips against his. you stepped back a moment later to start your search for ingredients, but you had smiled at him again.

“i’m always happy when i’m with you, too.”

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