#junhyuk fluff

[lee-jun-hyuk]

ok hear me out

junhyuk’s the type of bf who would spam you with messages so you‘d wake up to just a long ass wall of texts that include multiple ways of him telling you how much he loves you and the most random shit ever like

him: i saw a stray cat today, it was really cute

him: btw i love and miss you so much

him: also i had pizza for dinner today and it was AWESOME

him: yubin got chased by that stray cat too it was hilarious

over the day he‘d ask about your morning (cuz different time zones n shit, it‘s currently based off of him being in KST and me being in CET, i‘m a delulu and proud, judge me all u want) he would also most definitely order small things to your place for no reason. he‘d pay 20 bucks for shipping if it meant that you would get the plushie he cuddled with for a week and 5 of his sweaters/hoodies or his fave scented candle.

but yeah junhyuk‘s the type of person to just spam you throughout the day when he gets a free minute or second.

and dont be surprised if he drops a random dance video asking how he did.

[huijunsgem]

summer things with mcnd

pairing: mcnd x reader

synopsis: mcnd’s fave summer thing to do with u

authors note: hi hi i’m back !! i have a few ideas i’m working on but feel free to leave your requests !! also i’m debating on making a tag list, lmk if you’re interested <3

seongjun- amusement park 

ok so it’s no surprise that seongjun loves roller coasters

literally anytime mcnd are in like a 20 mile radius of one 

bros bouncing off the walls

like genuinely so excited

so when you said you wanted to go to one

bro was there

ready to go

anyways when you two get to whatever amusement park you go to

he’s so excited

he seems like the type to hold your hand so that he doesn’t loose you </3

he’d def want to do everything with you

you gotta be careful tho

especially if you’re someone who zones out easily

bc if you look at something for too long

bro will either take you there or get it for you

like if you’re looking off to the side

but there’s cotton candy there

he won’t hesitate to go and buy you some

i also feel like hes the type to try and win something for you

like those silly carnival games where you have to get the rings around the bottles

or shoot at a target

he’s also said he’s very competitive 

so i can see him not leaving until he wins you something

but the look on your face when the worker hands you the stuffed animal makes it all worth it

as for the actual rides

seongjun has said he not afraid even the crazy ones

so as long as your comfortable with it, you two would ride basically any ride there

on the crazy scary ones he would hold your hand as you’re death gripping the cart scared for your life

bro would probs giggle at you too

he would also drag you onto the little kid rides

giggling as the two of you just have fun

when you two leave it’s pretty late

seongjun would refuse to let you carry your stuff as well

if one of you two drove you guys, he would offer to drive so that you could rest

but if you two were driven or took a bus

he would sit next to you 

and let you rest your head on his shoulder

seungmin - going to a zoo

so like stick with me right

i feel like seungmin and you

would have the best day at the zoo

like seungmin would def grab one of those maps they give you at the entrance

even though you say you two don’t need it

and so you two are off

walking from animal to animal

i feel like seungmin would imitate them for you

just to see you laugh

bc he loves your laugh so much

he would also buy one of those stuff animals at the gift shop for you

he wanted to get you something cool

so when you told him you wanted a raccoon he was like 

“you fr?”

but when you told him you wanted a raccoon bc it reminded you of him 

and it would be a way to remember him when he’s on tour

bro was ready to buy every raccoon plushy the store had

as you two continue on with your day

you walk into the aquarium area

and yk that look that seungmin gets in his eyes

where his eyes are like sparkling

he gets like that looking at the fish

and you watch as his head follows one fish

only to start following another when he sees a prettier one

and when a shark comes up he grabs your hand

not because he’s scared

obviously why would he be scared 

but because he’s worried your scared 

*hes definitely scared*

but once you leave the zoo, you two are still holding hands </3

minjae - skate parks

ok so hear me out

idk where i got this idea

but i’m obsessed 

just imagine right

minjaes been wanting to take you skateboarding with him

but you’ve never learned (if you can actually skate board i’m jealous)

anyways

so one day you’re just minding your business 

just chilling in your house/apartment

when all of a sudden

there’s aggressive banging on your door

convinced someone’s trying to break in and rob you, you debate going to the door

but when you look through the little peephole

it’s just minjae

so you open up the door and ask him tf he was doing

and minjae has the audacity

the absolute audacity to just giggle

you eventually ask him if he wants to come in

but bros like “nah you’re coming with me”

and because it’s minjae and you trust him you don’t ask questions

big mistake

the two of you end up at the skate park

and he’s all “suprise”

at first you tell him you’ll just watch him

but eventually he asks you if you want to go

and so now you have to tell him you don’t know how to skateboard

bro doesn’t even care tbh

he’s just starts teaching you

like just imagine him helping you

by like holding your waist so that you don’t fall off

eventually you think you get the hang of it

so minjae let’s you go 

and you’re doing great

until you run into a rock

and fully face plant onto the cement

minjae rushes over to you

acting like you just got hit by a car

even though you’re fine and just barely skinned your elbow and knees

but minjae doesn’t care about the severity

he carries you all the way back to either your place or his

depending on which is closer

despite you’re protests saying your fine

once you get back he’d set you down before helping you with your wounds

he’d be so gentle, like he’s afraid he might break you

even though it’s literally stopped bleeding at this point

once he’s done he’d make you and him something to eat

don’t offer helping because he’ll say no since you’re “injured”

once hes done cooking, you two would enjoy each others company 

watching whichever anime hes currently on

huijun - bike rides and park dates

stop ok this would be so cute

like imagine huijun coming to pick you up

and he’s got like that cute little smile 

yk the one where he’s like ᵔ ▿ ᵔ

and like he has flowers for you

and you made a cute little picnic

NO WAIT

you guys made it together yesterday

omg like those aesthetic whipped cream sandwiches and cute little desserts and some fun fruit

and everything’s cut like flowers or hearts

and while you’re making it huijun

mr “pro chef”

gets bored and starts a mini food fight

it starts with him putting a little bit of whipped cream on your nose

and when you look at him like 

“what just happened”

he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are

and so that starts a food fight

flour, whipped cream, and other ingredients are everywhere in the kitchen

you and huijun both covered in flour

but it’s ok

bc you two had fun

anyways back to the main point

so huijun stops by your house

and since it’s such a beautiful day outside instead of driving

you two take your bikes

it’s only a few miles away

he always made sure he was biking on the side closest to the cars

and to keep right next to you

so that way he could talk with you

and just make sure you’re ok

and when you get there you two lay down a blanket under a tree

and just eat, talk a little, be cute

he’s definitely the type to prefer to listen then talk

i also feel like he’d def tease you

maybe make you do aegyo for a strawberry

or tickle you when you took the last macaron 

stop you two are too cute 

and then after eating because it was so filling

you two decide to take a nap

and it’s just so peaceful and calm and cute

omg i love you two

junhyuk - late night convenience store runs

this is the exact opposite of huijun

instead of the cute calm date

bros causing havoc at 1 am on the way to the convenience store

it all started bc you went over to his place to play some video games

you were only supposed to be there until 9

and at 11 you said one more round and then im going home

but yet there you were at 1 am

wearing one of his hoodies to be more comfy

the only light coming from the screen infront of you two 

it was also deadly quiet as the rest of the boys went to sleep

telling the two of you that you better not be up extremely late

after the round finished junhyuk got up and walked into the kitchen

you heard a dramatic sigh from him as he realized they didn’t have any good snacks

so junhyuk being ever the gentleman 

is now dragging you down the street to the nearest 24 hour convenience store

junhyuks holding your hand, rambling about anything and everything

from the last show he watched, to a cat that just ran by to the song he’s working on

you’re just listening

a little too tired to fully process what he’s saying

when you get to the store he passes you a basket and starts stalking up

grabbing anything that catches his eye

he even grabbed some things he knew you would like 

bc he loves you <33

walking home, junhyuk refused to let you carry anything

and when you protest he says

“fine you can carry this”

and gives you his hand

right before you make it back

junhyuk stops dead in his tracks

staring into the darkness before asking you

well more like telling

that there’s a playground and the two of you are going

and so you and junhyuk spend a few minutes at the playground before heading back and falling asleep

completely forgetting about all of the snacks you just spent the last hour going to get 

[nokacchan]

yang jungwon as a bad boy

📎 how you got close to the notoriously known for being a bad boy, yang jungwon.

📎 genre : fluff // unedited

- you both had comp class & happened to be placed in the same group.

- fortunately you were in the same group as your girl best friend & she happens to be good friends with the 2 males in your group, one of them being, yang jungwon, the bad boy and other being, bang junhyuk (aka win).

- he looked scary but your friend told you that he was not that bad like those rumors circulating around.

- everything was going fine, you were sitting beside your friend & junhyuk.

- however she was getting on your nerve. it sounded ridiculous but she was googling your full name on the internet. (we all do that)

- you complained to junhyuk which he only responded with a laugh. adding on to your nightmare, he decided to google "is y/n a duck?" before going back to play geoguesser (—.—)

- meanwhile everything was happening between the three of you, jungwon couldn't help can overheard the conversation. he smiled but thank god the mask covered the lower half his face.

- you huffed your cheeks in frustration before moving on to sit the opposite side of the table with jungwon.

- he raised his brows at you before continuing to "do" his work on the comp.

- you looked over to his comp to only see him on y8, playing a bus driving game.

- picking up the courage you called him out.

- "yah jungwon, you are suppose to do your work", you leaned over to watch him play the game.

- he chuckled before continuing to play the game. "I finished my part, have you finished yours?", he asked. you nodded your head.

- "are you really that interested in buses?", you leaned against your chair.

- "not really, anyways this is you", he spoke pointing to the girl who had just entered the bus in the game. "what!? that's a little girl!", you exclaimed. he laughed before patting your head.

- "this is you and you're taking bus (no.) home", he spoke.

- you looked at him stun. it was the bus you always broad home after school but how did jungwon know if he always took the train back.

- "how did you know?"

- "you stay near (place) & how I know? that's a secret", he cheekily smiled under his mask.

- you rolled your eyes at him. "whatever stalker", you spoke, earning a laugh from him.

- junhyuk and your best friend eyed the both of you while you both conversed.

- you picked up his phone, struggling to open the camera from the lockscreen.

- suddenly jungwon slide his hands over yours, opening the camera app for you.

- your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "thanks...", he only hum in responses, getting back to the game.

- you snapped some photos of yourself and some with him.

- let's add on the video of you on his phone, talking mid way and him stun that the bus drove off cliff in the game.

- you looked at him 👁️👄👁️

- he broke into a laughing fit while you smack his shoulder. "yah! you killed me", you huffed. "oops", he ruffled your hair.

- welp you both got closer after that very day but I guess he wasn't as bad as people thought he was.

- although your group did get scolded by your teacher for being loud but at least you all finished your work.

[kammy-hyperfixation-central]

Summary:

She had sworn it was just a joke. "I didn't mean to," she would say, "Can you blame me?" Or Haesol being Haesol and the "consequences" that come with it.

Pairing: Yeonwoo / Haesol

Tags: Cuddles, Married au, Romantic Fluff, Haesol's down bad, Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Yeonwoo and Haesol were having their daily cuddle session in front of the TV in their room when it happened. 

A larger body enveloped his smaller one in a tight yet all-the-more comforting grip. Not wanting to let go, and Yeonwoo preferred it that way. Just don't tell Haesol that. 

All had been well her practically surrounding him, her front pressed against his back, the warmth all the more present as she only wore a tank top and his own matching attire just in a different color. It certainly didn't help in that manner. Yeonwoo, however, wasn't a high schooler anymore. He was a husband and the way her hands now roamed all over him was certainly not reason for the fierce blush that wouldn't go down. 

No. 

The reason for that was her lips pressing against his neck and leaving trails in their wake. The heat of them, more precisely, was what had him reacting as though they were teenagers once more. 

It's not his fault she knew him so well! 

Yeonwoo's neck was sensitive.

“Mhn, Hae-haesol- hah- the movie.” He panted his disapproval.

Kang Haesol the beast she was didn’t relent. In fact, this emboldened her and as he was trying with all the might of a rabbit resisting the tantalizing carrot for he knew it was a trap, a trap he didn’t know he desperately craved or wanted to reject, she kept going and licked the shell of his ear.

His shallow pants soon turned into small occasional whimpers and he knew she wouldn’t stop. 

“I’ve been neglected all week Yeon-ah let me have this, please.” The fact she had the gull to lie to him when she screwed his brains out just last night. Kang Haesol was a wolf that hid behind that handsome appearance and Yeonwoo wanted to cry because how could he deny her when she looked at him with those eyes? 

“N-noo,” His attempts at refusal were cut short when she bit down on his exposed shoulder and the shock that action had on him resulted in Yeonwoo throwing the remote he held in his hands with a vice grip across and onto the floor. Right when the episode ended too. 

Yeonwoo turned his head to her brows furrowed and lips pulled into a pout, “Haesol! Look what you did now.” He humped, pushing her away to go get the remote. “You really can’t be patient at all can you.” 

He turned, crawling across the bed towards the edge, not letting her get a word in as he did so. 

“It’s not my fault,” Haesol deadpanned, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“What do you mean kiss? You bit me!” He’d just reached the edge of the bed, spreading his knees as he leaned down to get the remote not too far away, “If you wanted a kiss you could have done that better.” or ask she could simply ask.

He didn’t hear anything from her so he kept at it. Scolding her for her behavior had grown fun over the years.

“I mean come on. Now I have another mark to hide and just when all my others were healing,” He reached over, ass in the air for balance, and triumphantly grabbed the remote, “We even have a meet-up with the others and now I know they're going to ask questions. Nari and Junhyuk won’t stop teasing me, the menaces they are, and don’t even get me started on Yese— AHH?!

Yeonwoo hadn’t meant to he really hadn't but can you blame him? How was he supposed to know Haesol would take him by the hips and hump and grind into his (thankfully) clothed ass???

Was it his fault that he had spun around completely by reflex and accidentally smacked her head with the remote? 

The hard smack could be heard throughout the room and Yeonwoo gasped, “OH MY GOD! Haesol Are you OK!? 

His movements were frantic as he came out from under her to balance on his knees and grab her face in his hands. 

“I’m so sorry. It was just so sudden and I was scared. I didn’t mean to!” He whined as he gingerly touched the injury, “I’m so sor-

Haesol cut him off with a finger to the lips much to his surprise. 

Deep pools of indigo locked with eyes reminiscent of afternoon sunsets in the warm light of their room. Her steady gaze contrasted his panicked one as he touched her face to make sure he hadn’t done any permanent damage. 

“Yeonwoo,” She called for him and he didn’t have a chance to reply, her tone so warm and face so close he had to pause. In that brief pause, Yeonwoo didn’t even register those warm hands circling his waist and pulling him to her so they fell onto the mattress with Yeonwoo straddling her. 

Yeonwoo blinked, looking down at her. He hadn’t even opened his mouth to ask what she was doing when she interrupted him.

“If you're so worried why don't you kiss it better,” Haesol smirked up at him. A rare thing and Yeonwoo sucked in an annoyed breath at her audacity. After he’d almost cried in worry she now lay there with that insufferably attractive grin. How unfair.

Yeonwoo pouted but relented nonetheless. How could he say no to her when she asked so politely? He leaned down, slowly, of course, he would obviously make her wait for it. He may be easy but not quick to indulge. His chest pressed against hers, slow, and Yeonwoo was all the more aware of her eyes on him and even more so of how they had significantly darkened. He moved up to sit on her stomach and brought his hands to cradle her face.

“Cold,” Haesol said breathless.

Yeonwoo chuckled, “You’ll have to warm them up for me later.” 

He brought his lips to kiss the place he had hit her, her forehead, and let it linger. Haesol’s fingers curled in his hair and Yeonwoo suppressed a whimper as he kissed her eye and moved down towards her cheek. Haesol’s one hand buried in the tresses of his hair her other hand slid down the length of his spine to grab a handful of his ass check and he whined. His lips pulled from her cheek at the motion and he looked down at her flustered and now wanting. 

Like a child knowing no shame she grinned up at him and Yeonwoo wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. So he did. His lips met hers a moment later and the feeling of euphoria and heat that would envelop him hadn’t left him since their first kiss. The kiss did what he wanted it to, her hand was off his ass that that smirk gone. Not, however, her hands had moved to cage him into a tight hug and the pressure had him moaning into her mouth. 

Haesol took her opportunity and slid that hot tongue into his mouth and he groaned into the kiss, arms on her shoulders and mind clouded. She was such a good kisser it wasn’t fair. 

Her tongue was relentless as she devoured everything he had to give, gliding over places she knew were sensitive, the roof of his mouth especially, and he went limp. She had long memorized every place that made him an utter mess and would gladly exploit each and every one.

Haesol led him further into the kiss and Yeonwoo had long given up control to allow her her fill of him. The kiss was too long and not long enough. Soon enough their bodily need for air crept its way toward them and Haesol released his lips with a wet pop. 

Yeonwoo pulled away to sit back up as he looked down at her, chest heaving, face flushed eyes heavy with want, and his hands on her stomach. 

Haesol looked up at him, not a hair out of place, and smiled, “That’s one way to ‘kiss it better,’”

Yeonwoo rolled his eyes exasperated before leaning down for a peck at her lips, “You're insufferable you know that.”

“You love me.” Haesol chuckled before kissing his forehead and how could he not concede to that?

[slytherinshua]

　　　mcnd masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　seongjun

nothing yet . . .

　　　　seungmin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　minjae

nothing yet . . .

　　　　huijun

[11:34am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 470.

　　　　junhyuk

nothing yet . . .

[junhyukiscute]

Number 51 with Win (MCND) + fluff

author note: *breathes in* BANG JUNHYUK BEST BOY YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

our relationship (mcnd win x reader)

drabble 51: “i don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

you’ve known junhyuk since you guys were in elementary. your moms were close friends and so they would bring you guys out on little trips they went on. your relationship wasn’t really complicated. you guys were and are best friends, going on strong in your last year of middle school. the only small complication was when you found yourself falling for him. 

“yah, bang junhyuk! give me back my homework!” 

“not until you let me copy it!” he yelled back at you. your classmates giggled at your guys interactions. you guys were iconic, the bang (l/n) duo. you stood up from your chair and tried to get the paper. you were incredibly close to junhyuk, your body was less than an inch away from leaning on his. he noticed the close proximity and coughed before shoving the paper onto you, making you stumble back a bit.

“what the heck junhyuk?! wait, are you sick?” your anger dissolved as you saw his face flush and placed your hand on his foreheard. “you’re burning up! wait, don’t tell me you’re blushing?” you said smugly.

“as if i’d like a pig like you!” junhyuk yelled defensively. you laughed at how cute he was but a little piece in your heart broke after he said that. 

“(y/n) isn’t a pig, they’re a cute pig,” fellow classmate, haruto, butted in. jeongwoo laughed and high-fived haruto.

“what’s with you guys calling me a pig?! you guys eat more than me!!” you yelled.

after a few more class periods, the bell signaled for lunch. you walked out with junhyuk to the student convenience store in comfortable silence.

“you know, i think haruto likes you,” junhyuk said.

“that… you had to break the silence by saying something like that??” you questioned.

“mm, you don’t see any boys complimenting you by calling you cute. plus it was kinda obvious when he stared at you with googly eyes.”

you laughed, “no, haruto would never like me in that way. he probably just wanted to be nice since SOMEONE wasn’t.”

“don’t tell me you like him or something, you guys can’t even hold a full conversation since he just transferred from japan, plus i heard rumors of him being a player.” junhyuk mumbled at looked the other way.

you laughed, “he’s kinda cute though? it would be nice if someone liked me.” you wanted junhyuk to desperately say something, maybe even say “i like you”, but you were met with silence. to brush off this embarrassing moment you spotted the student store selling chocolate milk and said, “junhyuk!! it’s your favorite drink, stay here, i’ll get it for you!!” before running off.

junhyuk sighed as you ran to get the drink. did you really have to say that? why couldn’t you see the person that’s been by your side since 1st grade? was his actions not obvious enough to reach to your thick skull?

a few days had passed and junhyuk had been acting weird. instead of teasing you like usual, he’d treat you more gently. instead of shoving you out of the lunch line, he’d offer you to go in front, and he’d even put some of his food onto your tray when it was your favorite. not to mention he’d stare at you with such a fond look, it made your heart skip a beat. you laughed in disbelief at the thought of him possibly liking you back. 

“you know junhyuk, you’ve been acting so differently lately. are you going through puberty or something?” you deadpanned as you guys ate in the schoolyard. 

junhyuk grinned before looking up from his phone, “is that a problem?”

“yeah it is, you’ve been acting like some k-drama protagonist. where’d my rude best friend go? are you an alien?” you joked.

his eyes softened and his grin faltered, “that’s the issue, (y/n),” he turned off his phone and turned to you, “i don’t want to be just friends anymore.” 

your mouth gaped at the sudden confession you received. it didn’t help that your heart started to beat so loud. could he hear it? “what do you mean?” you replied softly.

he took a deep breath before continuing, “i like you, (l/n) (y/n), ever since we met. i don’t want us to just be best friends anymore. can we be more than that?”

gosh, why did he have to look so handsome when he was pouring out his feelings to you? the feelings you hid in fear of liking your best friend were no longer a problem, and it was now or never. you nodded and smiled, “you know, i really like you too, junhyukie. more than just as a best friend.”

the way his face morphed into one of the most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen, and his shy laugh of happiness was a sight you’d never forget. your best friend was now your boyfriend.

our relationship isn’t so complicated now.

[heavenwithgyu]

The Monster Under My Bed

↬ summary: being his “monster” was never fun, work was never fun. but he was.

↬ word count: 1.1k

↬ genre: F

↬ a/n: i might make a part two idk, i didn’t want this to get to long. Also, my first actual ff im posting on here so enjoy i suppose, and it wasn’t proofread either so ignore the mistakes if there is any.

I sat in my office, my feet kicked up on my desk as I yawned.

I hadn’t gotten much sleep recently and I dreaded actually going to work as I wouldn’t do my best.

I put my hands behind my head, sighing as I closed my eyes, deciding to get a little shut eye before I had to go. I settled further into my chair, recrossing my legs to get more comfortable before I actually started my nap.

I found myself sitting in a field, flowers encompassed me while I watched the sky, a clear blue sight with a few cotton candy looking clouds floating around.

I stood up, walking towards the forest nearby, curiosity getting the best of me as I walked deeper.

The forest growing more and more compact until I was brushing against trees on both sides, having to break branches to keep going. The need to go further into the forest exponentially larger until I was practically running, my sides beginning to hurt as I kept going, the branches growing continuously sharper.

I reached a small hole in the forest, looking around before spotting a crow.

It looked back at me before smiling at me, a set of teeth accompanied the smile, a feeling of dread coming from deep within me.

“Wake up now, you’ll be late for work.” It said before it opened its mouth, my alarm from my office came from it.

I woke up in a cold sweat, turning off the alarm and standing up.

Shaking my shoulders, I walked over to my station, waiting a few seconds.

My body grew lighter before I was under his bed.

Bang Junhyuk, someone who still believed in us, monsters.

Mostly because I did my job correctly, other monsters normally grow tired of their “partners” and giving up, finding a younger one to feed on.

I didn’t want to give up on him yet, he was the highlight of my day because I would normally catch him in the middle of singing which would make his reactions better if I appeared in the corner of his eyes.

He would scream loudly, yelling at who he thought was someone he knew before realizing nothing was there.

It was funny.

I heard him rustling on the bed, mumbling a song to himself as he did something, I was guessing eating as he did that a lot as well.

I knew a lot about him since I had been with him for a while, I knew he drew a lot as he had of drawings taped up in the room, but occasionally would take them down.

I knew he shared a room with someone, but they would be out of the room a lot, I would always make sure to leave before he would be in the room.

I had their schedule down very well, he would stay out late at night and come back exhausted, on days like that, I left him alone because I have morals, I know when he needs to be left alone.

I crept out from under the bed, standing up against the wall to where he wouldn’t see me.

I walked closer, pausing when I heard him rustle around more before the lights to the room turned on and he was looking at me straight on.

I squeaked before dropping down, turning into a shadow on the ground.

“Woah wait, I just wanted to meet you! I didn’t know you could do that.” He exclaimed, I came back up, him staring at me with fascination.

“You wanted to.. meet me?” I asked slowly, he nodded as he smiled at me.

“You look far different than I expected, I thought you would look scarier than that.” He said, gesturing to me.

I looked at myself and realized I just looked like a normal person, minus the bright blue skin.

“I-I, well this is what I look like every day. I can change what I look like to be scarier but this is what I genuinely look like. How did you know I was in here, Junhyuk?” I asked, sitting on the floor to which he joined me, sitting in front of me.

He chuckled before he did though, seemingly proud of himself.

“I timed it, I realized you always appear at the same time and leave right before Minjae comes in. But I know you also enjoy my drawings because I’ll find them on my table laid out neatly, and I know you enjoy Seongjun’s cooking since I’ve found food missing when I was eating it.” He said, I laughed as I nodded.

“Okay but in my defense, his food is good. Especially his tteokbokki.” I replied, his eyes lit up as he agreed quickly, us laughing together before we both quieted down.

“What’s your name?” He asked, I looked at him, pausing for a second.

I had said it instantly in my head, ready to just give him my name.

It was Rosie, so it wasn’t that scary at all which would make him less scared of me, assuming he was scared of me at all anymore.

“I think we’ll put off from that question.” I answered, him staying silent afterwards.

“I still can’t believe I technically caught you.” He mumbled, his gaze moving from my face, shocked to see me still.

“Neither can I, I’ve never heard of someone catching one of us before, which is why I still tried to hide after you did catch me.” I told him, giggling as I realized how silly his first impression was of me. It was me turning into a little shadow on the ground, not the scary thing that had been with him for years.

He looked back at me, scoffing out of disbelief.

“You should probably get going, Minjae will be here soon, he’s running early tonight.” He said suddenly, I nodded as I stood up, looking at the light switch to be able to turn off the lights.

The lights dimmed and I slid under his bed, settling before I felt him grab my arm, alarm raising in me as I heard him begin mumbling.

“I hope we can be friends after this.” He said before letting go, me landing back at my station.

“Friends..?” I repeated aloud to myself, surprised he would want to be friends with me.

I walked over to my desk, plopping in it with disbelief as I stared straight ahead, trying to grab a hold of what happened. My cover had been blown and instead of him hating me and being terrified, he was nice and wanted to be my friend.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked myself, dropping my head into my hands as I tried to grasp what I would do now.

Technically I should find a new partner, he was no longer scared of me so my job was over.

But he wanted to be friends and I couldn’t just leave him, he seemed like a good person and I would hate to hurt him like that.

I sighed into my hands before I let my hands fall onto the table, not sure how to process what happened or move on.

I would have to think about it for a few days, which meant a break from him.

[xxrinooxx]

𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 “𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆”

ℒ𝒾ℯ𝓃

•He wouldn’t even make a huge fuss about it

•You would steal his hoodie without him looking

• *He walked up to you saying “What are you doing with my hoodie baby”

•You told him “can I wear it “and “he said yeah sure honey go ahead “would sneak pictures of you wearing his hoodie

𝒥𝓊𝓃𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓀

•He would find it so adorable and loving that your actually wearing his hoodie

•You said to him “Can I wear your hoodie baby”

•He said “yeah sure baby but why you wanna wear my hoodie”

•You said “Because I want too babe and besides it’s not like I’m gonna take pictures wearing it because that’s what I’m not gonna do *laughs in sarcastic*

𝒟ℴ𝓊𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃

•He wouldn’t even fuss because he was imagining you in his hoodie

•You said to him “Hey Douie can I wear your hoodie it’s so cold”

•He said “Hold on let me get my phone cause babe we have to take pictures”

•You we’re so confused but very happy to send time with him

𝒦𝒽𝒶ℯ𝓁

•He would be practicing his rapping and vocals

•You told him “ Hey Prince Charming can I wear you hoodie

•He said in a vocalizing tone “Yes baby you can wear my hoodie”

•You started laughing and said “Oh my Prince Charming…..your hoodie is so warm

𝒟ℴ𝓃𝓰𝓅𝓎ℴ

•He would be dancing, he brung a extra hoodie because he knew you were coming be there

•You said “Hey Dongie can I wear your hoodie

•*He knew what you wanted but he just wanted to hear it from you* •Why you wanna wear my hoodie*

•You said “Because Dongie I love you and wearing your hoodie makes me feel close to you even when your not there with me

𝒮𝒾𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓰

•He would be on his computer and he a clothes line of hoodies right by him

•You said “hey youngie can I wear your hoodie 🙏🥺”

•He would look into your eyes saying “yeah but which one baby”

•You said “I wanna wear the hoodie that’s on you youngie”

𝒴𝓊𝒷𝒾𝓃

•He would be writing and you would come by him and back hug him

•You said “hey bunny can I help you write while wearing your hoodie

•He said “Oh y-yeah sure b-baby *nervous tone*

•You told him “It’s okay don’t be nervous baby”

* you hug him*

[praydastles]

Title: Melt Fandom: Hotshot Member: Junhyuk Genre/Warning: smut, food play Summary/Request: {Part of my ‘Don’t Stop’ PWP writings} You thought you could go on with your teasing, but Junhyuk had an effect on you that made you melt.  A/N: cos i really love Junhyuk;s tongue… Anyway, I wrote this ages ago on AFF, but thought I’d post here in honour of HOTSHOT’s comeback!! Please support Jelly x Word Count: 2570

He loved teasing you. He knew the blush on your cheeks wasn’t from embarrassment, but from arousal, from want. He liked that you knew what you wanted, but he just loved your stubbornness to admit to it. You wanted to keep him on his toes, all the while you only frustrated yourself even more. How many nights? Did you touch yourself while laying beside him, knowing he was pretending to sleep so he could hear you whimper his name as you imagined his sinful tongue drawing the circles your fingers were.

You bit your lips, eyes in a daze as you grew entranced by his movements. His eyes captured yours and you couldn’t look away, not that you wanted to, no, not when his long thick tongue was licking strips along his ice cream cone. “Enjoying that ice cream a little too much aren’t you Junhyuk.” You’re voice was quiet, soft, but he didn’t miss the breathlessness. You may as well have been panting as if his tongue was on you. You bit your lip fighting a whimper as his tongue took turns kitten licking the ice cream and drawing it into his mouth to slurp up the creaminess. “Fuck it.” You grunted and quickly got up.

Junhyuk smirked already knowing you had reached your limit when you hastily climbed atop of him. But, he could wait just a little longer. Just as you had made him wait. He leaned back into the seat,  comfortably settled as he brought the ice cream cone back up to his lips. He tilted his head and licked at a melting drop about to fall all the while keeping his eyes on you with a devious smirk. You knew he was going to make this hard. He was going to make you wait and play this game a while longer. But you couldn’t bear that. Even as you whimpered he lips never left the ice cream that melted deliciously into his mouth.

“At least share.” You said slightly breathless. You lean forward, tongue catching the cream as your eyes hold contact with Junhyuk’s. He continues to lick at his side, even making little slurping noises as he does so. You moan, at the sweetness and the way he’s looking at you. Not being able to hold off any longer you swipe some of the cream with your fingers and quickly wipe it on his neck. He hisses at the cold sensation, but the noise dies in his throat as your hot tongue dives in to lap it up. Your teeth comes out to nip at his skin when the ice cream is gone, but the sweet taste is still on his skin.

You repeated the action around his neck. Swipe, lick, nibble, a delicious trio that gave Junhyuk pleasurable sensations; as soon as the cold hit his skin, your warm mouth was always there to heat it up again. Your hands nimbly undo the buttons of his dress shirt. The ice cream is melting onto Junhyuk’s fingers as he watches you instead smear the ice cream over his chest. He lets out a groan when you place it over his nipples. Your mouth envelopes around the sensitive flesh, the nub brushing your tongue as your draw patterns that drive him crazy. He whimpers when your teeth graze it, then bites down. You repeat it across his chest till you get to his other nipple, giving it the same attention.

You don’t want to taste his skin anymore, you want to feel his heat in your mouth. Sitting up just as breathless as Junhyuk your hand cups the back of his neck and aggressively pulls him forward to smash your lips against his. There’s teeth and tongue and it’s so messy, but oh so hot and it makes you whimper and your body go on automatic as you find yourself hazily grinding down onto him. He groans into your mouth, your tongue swirling with his and your hips harshly rubbing against him makes his blood rush south. You break apart to breathe and notice his hand had dropped the ice cream, but the liquid cream remained on his fingers. You stood up and pulled down your jeans and your underwear in one, baring your bottom half to him. As quick as you left you jumped back on him. This time grabbing his hand, staring directly into his eyes as you brought his fingers to your mouth and sucked, hard on his fingers and then left kitten licks to get more of that sweetness. His fingers thoroughly wet and you thoroughly turned on, you drag his hand down to your bare pussy. His eyes follow the hand holding his and he bites his lip as you watches you make yourself fall apart as you use his fingers to rub against you in all the right places as if his hand was your dirty little toy.

His fingers flexed, but you kept your grip as you moved his hand from your clit to rub against your entrance, your wetness easily spreading. You moaned and grinded yourself on his hand wanting to feel more. Junhyuk growled and the hand that pinched against your hip rounded to your waist to pull you against him. With a little yelp you were flat against his chest, your arm and his hand trapped between the two of you, but Junhyuk easily maneuvered his hand, the tips of his fingers rubbing you furiously. Your eyes drew shut and your teeth clenched together, but the sounds still came out as you felt his fingers quickly moving against your clit. You wouldn’t last, the heat was quickly building inside of you, your muscles tightening as your body prepared itself for the wave of pleasure that would shock through you. A loud cry muffled itself in Junhyuk’s chest when he middle finger inched its way inside of you. His nail grazed your opening and then you felt the tip of his finger wiggle inside, slowly pushing more and more, barely stretching you as he pushed it knuckle deep. You moaned in satisfaction and Junhyuk waited a moment, still holding you against his chest before he pulled out slightly and pushed in with a second finger. You felt yourself stretch more and whined feeling how slow he was reaching inside of you. Your hips wiggled a little, your breathing harsh as you rested your head to the side on his chest. His fingers stroked soothingly on your waist, but the fingers inside you were anything but as he slowly began to twist them, rubbing your insides as he pulled out, the went in, continuing his slow motion almost lazily as you whimpered and fought to beg for more. Junhyuk was waiting to hear you beg, instead of those helpless whimpers you let out. He continued drawing his fingers in and out lazily, but he was getting frustrated with your stubbornness. You yelped loudly when his fingers suddenly slid upwards, almost harshly as his knuckles rubbed against your sensitive entrance. He brought his thumb to your clit, his fingers holding your pussy up leaving you unable to do anything but remain impaled, nearly suspended. He rubbed in slow circles, his fingers still deep inside unmoving and you hit weakly against his chest with your fist. “Junhyuk~” You could only whine his name, feeling the pressure not even at tipping point in your belly. He made a noise of indifference as if he was bored. You tried sitting up but his arm locked you to him tighter. You were left with stiffly moving your hips around, finally feeling something more. “Ah!” You yelp at the harsh smack on your arse then his arm was around you again. “If you fucking want it, ask.” He growled impatiently still leaving his fingers impaling you and his thumb moving torturously slow.

“Eat me out Junhyuk.” You didn’t want his fingers. After all, the tension tonight was because of that sinful tongue. You stared up at Junhyuk, eyes locked as the lust swirled around you both. “Don’t look away.” He whispered. You frowned a little in confusion, but your mouth was quickly left gaping, jaw seemingly detached as Junhyuk’s fingers sloshed in and out of you, your juices making lewd noises as his fingers changed between thrusting in and out to shaking as his held his fingers inside you. Your eyes was caught by his, his own darkening as he watched the look of pleasure wash over your face. He bit his lip, bearing some self control to watch you lose it more. You finally let out a scream when your breath finally catches, the begs Junhyuk wanted were spilling from your lips without you realising. The heat was making you dizzy, your muscles repeatedly contracted and just when you were hitting that blissful point he pulled out, more lewd noises of your juices coming to your ears as he did so.

“What the fuck.” You growled when your breathing calmed. He didn’t answer and instead made you yelp as he suddenly stood, his hands hooked beneath your arse cheeks, swiftly turning and dumping you on the sofa. Your back was in an awkward position, squashed slightly against the back cushion, legs slightly in the air. Junhyuk quickly got to his knees, removing his shirt as he did so. His hands quickly came forward, separating your calves, then running his fingers down under your knees. He pushed your thighs into your chest, keeping his hold under your knees. He groaned and licked his lips as he stared at your swollen and wet pussy lips, your juices messily smeared. He wanted a taste so bad. So he dug right in.

You cried at the first contact. His breath hit you then his mouth was on you within seconds, tongue coming out to stroke around your lips, his head moving with his rapid movements. He used to tip of his tongue to furiously flick your clit, barely registering your cries as he focused on eating your delicious pussy. He sucked your clit into his mouth then and your head rolled back. His lips were firmly wrapped around and his tongue stabbed at the sensitive nub. His jaw moved back and forth. He sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, left licks and then dug his tongue into your hole. He twisted and swirled and you moaned without a care. His movements made you whimper and pant and beg. You reached your arm around and harshly pulled his hair and then shoved him deeper into you, your juices smearing on his face. He moaned and the vibrations sent a lovely tingling sensation through you. You could hear the slurping noises and the sound of his tongue burrowing in and out of you, it made your toes curl and suddenly the room felt dizzyingly hotter. “Ah, ooo, yessss, JUNHYUK YES!” You moan without shame. His deep groan of satisfaction spreads through you, the kickstart to your orgasm that rippled through you in never ending waves, his tongue right there to lap up everything you release.

Your eyes had shut without you realising, body stiff as your orgasm left you spent and in a weird high. Junhyuk had already unzipped his trousers and hastily pushed then halfway down, not really caring if they were all the way off. He just wanted to be inside of you. You gasp feeling the thick bulb of Junhyuks penis rubbing along your slit. Your eyes shot open and again you were locked in his smoldering gaze, unable to look away as he leaned down, his long tongue lazily stroking yours. His teeth bit your lower lip just as he began to push in. “Oh~” You tensed and felt the heat spread through you the deeper he went. He never took his eyes off of you as your walls hugged his dick, squeezing to pull in more of him. Your arms came up to loosely hang around his neck, while his remained on the underside of your knees, stroking comfortingly as he filled you. When he had filled you to the fullest, he stayed still to kiss you sweetly. He swiped his lips against yours, nibbled your bottom lip, licked at your top, pushed his tongue slowly around your mouth and against your tongue. You sighed, feeling content. Then he quickly brought his hips back and in one swift move shoved himself in. You broke the kiss with a startled moan. He held himself there again for a moment. “Remember, don’t look away.” He whispered. You could only whimper a response when he dug his hips into yours rolling small circles. His lips moved to your neck, sucking the skin so it pulled into his mouth. He nibbled and left sweet kisses around his marks. He playfully laid a soft bite on your chin and your cheeks making you smile. Your forehead creased as you felt him pull out, your eyes needy and mouth gaping. He pushed in quickly again, roughly snapping his hips to fill you. He repeated the rhythm of staying still, to fill you and then quickly pulling out only to push back in just as quick. You were panting again, feeling the heat build up as your nails dug into the back of his neck. You never took your eyes off of his.

“Junhyuk.” You whispered. “Give it to me. Please.” He answered with a haste kiss, his mouth opening yours as he shoved his tongue in and swirled. You felt the dribble of both of your saliva on your lips and chin but you didn’t care. “AH” Your loud moan was caught in his mouth, drowned out by his tongue when his hips began to pound into you, drawing back quicker and quicker, your walls constantly squeezing and spreading as he drove mercilessly into you. Your moans mixed with his grunts and the sound of your sloppy kissing, juices sloshing and him slapping against you each time. He leaned back and raised your calves to place them over his shoulders. You whimper feeling the cool air against you, but he quickly came down, squashing your thighs to your stomach, the new position allowing him to rock his hips into you much quicker if possible. “Keep looking baby.” Junhyuk said. You moaned in response, wanting so bad to look at his dick driving into you, but forced yourself to stare at his determined face, the sweat dripping slowly on his forehead, his breathlessness becoming evident, the light twinge of red on his cheeks, the veins in his neck straining, his lips caught between his teeth, God it’s too much you thought just as you lost it.

Junhyuk growled as your walls clenched down so deliciously tight, your hips bucking on their own accord as your body spasmed from yet another orgasm. You looked beautiful as your dark eyes had embers of fire lit in them when you came, your mouth falling open as you let out helpless screams of pleasure. “AH FU- That’s it baby.” Junhyuk hissed as he roughly pounded into you before spilling his cum inside of you. He collapsed atop your legs, head in your neck as you both fought to catch your breath. He rolled his head to the side, resting tiredly on your shoulder as he let out a soft smile, puckering his lips to leave a soft peck on your jaw. “Love you.”

[key201303]

For Win day can I have a scenario with number 18 from the fluff list please.

Heyy!! Thank you so much for requesting ❤️❤️ I was willing to write something with MCND and can't imagine a better way than writing this fluff scenario with our little baby😍😍 I hope you enjoy it❤️

"Your hands are so cold, come on, hold mine, I'll warm them up." Win insisted as you both walked home. You were that kind of girl of always having your hands and feet cold even during summer but now that winter was coming and that the first snow has fallen in the busy streets of Korea, your hands felt like ice. After all, Win didn't give you the nickname snowflake for nothing.

"You know?" He asked, kicking you out of your thoughts as he held your hands tightly trying his best to get them warm. "If you don't tell me..." You answered teasing him. "Very funny." He said rolling his eyes. "The night sky looks beautiful during winter, it reminds me of you." He quickly added pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. "It feels like I'm looking at your eyes." He said referring to how your eyes gleamed resembling the stars above whenever you looked at him. "Since when are you so poetic?" You asked teasing him trying to hide the fact of your heart melting at his sudden cute comments. "Since I noticed how much I loved you. I guess you made me this way." He answered giggling and swinging you from side to side. "I'm going to marry you one day." He whispered in your ear. This time you were unable to hide your blushy cheeks making him love you even more if that was possible.

You never knew at what point of your life you started loving him as much as you actually do but you regret none of the decisions that brought you both right here and right now.

[huijunsgem]

cuddling with mcnd

 i did my scientific research with this one meaning i rewatched literally every mcnd-log/mhind/crazy school ep where they slept so that this could actually be accurate  💪 💪 💪

seongjun

he’s a side sleeper

and with how clingy he is he’d probs be holding onto you as if you we’re about to disappear

i don’t think it really matters to him if you’re facing him or not

just as long as he can hold you and bury his head into your neck he would be happy

would probably leave kisses on your neck right before falling asleep too

seungmin

listen every time seungmin is sleeping its always a different position than the last time

so safe to say cuddling him is whatever you two decide

some nights its spooning

other nights it’s just holding hands

some nights he full on starfishing it while you’re milimeters away from falling off the bed

minjae

minjae would definitely want to hold you

i feel like he’d also want you to look at him

it wouldn’t be awkward tho 

i feel like he’d also like playing with your hair right before falling asleep

in the morning i feel like the two of you would wake up with your legs tangled 

(idk how that works but i can just see it)

huijun

idk how accurate what i found was, but huijun sleeps like a brick

like he doesn’t move 

idk if he even breathes

when it comes to cuddling i feel like he’d just lay on his back and let you cuddle into him

probably would wrap his arm around you while you cuddle into his chest

if you’re the time to move around a lot in your sleep no worries

once huijun has you in his arms you’re glued to that spot until the next morning

junhyuk

bros a side sleeper

so i feel like he’d want to spoon

i feel like he’d want to be the big spoon 86% of the time bc he wants to feel “manly”

but every once in awhile would appreciate you spooning him.

he’d probably really like it when you play with his hair before falling asleep 

would also like to listen to you talk about your day

it calms him down and has him out in a matter of seconds

[yeongwvnhi]

𝕄ℂℕ𝔻 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

♧ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

☆ 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

◇ 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨/𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

♤ 𝙈𝙏𝙇/𝙈𝙇𝙏

𝔖𝔬𝔫 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔧𝔲𝔫

𝔑𝔞𝔪 𝔖𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔪𝔦𝔫

Sleepover ♧

𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔧𝔞𝔢

𝔑𝔬 ℌ𝔲𝔦𝔧𝔲𝔫

𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔍𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔨

[1:00am] ♧

[kammy-hyperfixation-central]

When We are Alone I'll Show You How I Feel

Summary:

"What's the plan guys," Junhyuk asked. Everyone said in unison, "Karaoke." They all looked over at Yeonwoo waiting for his approval. This was all for him after all. Yeonwoo in question was busy watching Haesol as he ate. Watching as she watched him in turn. "Oh, what!" He snapped out of his daze when Nari nudged him. "Ya Karaoke sounds fun." "ALRIGHT!" Yeseul announced. "Karaoke it is!" The noise and chatter of those around him faded as he simply let himself get lost in her gaze. He knew she would be meeting him in an empty classroom to "talk" after this... As he bit onto his carrot watching how Haesol's fist clenched her eyes devouring his every move, Yeonwoo for once found he wanted Karaoke to come faster.

Pairing: Yeonwoo / Haesol

Tags: Fluff, Dubious touching, kisses & biting, First's of Many, Possesive Haesol, Overwhelmed Yeonwoo

Word Count: 12.2k

Thumb and pointer finger circling the soft and delicate finger in her hold, Kang Haesol debated whether she wanted to kiss it. She had always thought Yeonwoo had beautiful hands. Soft and delicate. Yet, oh, so cold. Another contradiction she’d learned about when it came to the smaller boy. Cold hands, yet his heart was warm. He was pure. His love was pure.

How someone like her had gotten him, she hadn’t a clue. The reasoning for it didn’t matter, what she knew was that she would cherish and cater to his every whim. He had granted her the blessing of basking under the warm light of his smile, the soft touch of his lips, how could she not give her entire being to him for that blessing? She would never let him feel a moment of uncertainty in her care again. She’d been the cause of enough pain from someone so beautiful. Any more tears of liquid gold falling from brimming honey eyes, eyes that should cry only tears of joy or unbridled pleasure would be a crime—no matter how breathtaking they were. A crime she was now determined to never commit again. 

Soft fingers trembled in her hand, and Haesol’s focus gradually returned to the world around her. She pondered the idea of kissing now warm knuckles—proud her efforts of relieving them of their usual frigid cold bore fruit. She wanted to turn that trembling hand to kiss the pads of soft fingers, then watch as those very fingertips flushed a brilliant shade of rose pink. A beautiful sight, no matter how many times she would witness it. Yeonwoo wouldn’t let her now, though, sadly. Why was that again? 

Haesol heard a muffled voice somewhere off in the distance—someone calling for her, but why pay attention when the hand she’d cradled was trying to slip away? She couldn’t have that now, could she? Her firm grip weakened, Haesol briefly let go of the hand in hers, fingers brushing against his palm—she noticed the increasing shiver of his hand as she did so and made sure to keep a mental note. She released him only to interlock their fingers together. 

Haesol looked up, dusky violet eyes meeting shy honey ones. 

Yeonwoo truly was the most beautiful, with a soft blush rising on pale cheeks. Her lips curled into a small smile, one she knew he saw even if no one else did, and his previous blush flushed into a richer shade of rose. Stunning. Kang Haesol had never wanted to kiss him more. You would have thought she had had her fill that fateful night. Thankfully, no, Haesol quickly found that with every brush of her lips against his, every look, and shy smile he would direct her way, she couldn’t get enough. She was a bottomless well, and Yeonwoo was her choice of drink. She would take whatever he would give her. What amazing luck she had sprung upon to find that he had an ocean to give her in return. 

Yeonwoo tried to pull away, giving the excuse of needing both hands to eat his lunch. Haesol had half the mind to simply be his hand and feed it to him. She was near, picking up his chopsticks. She had the full intention of feeding him the rest of his food. Watching his increasing blush as she pushed various foods past plush lips. Watching his mouth close around the utensil and watching as he savored his meal. The mere thought of it made her-- 

“KANG HAESOL! ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION!?” 

Haesol snapped out of her daze, coincidentally her hand had been slapped away by Yeonwoo before she could take his chopsticks and indulge herself. Begrudgingly, straightened her back, deciding it would be best to pay attention to her surroundings. 

All of them had decided to eat outside today. The air was chilly, with every exhale forming a small cloud that would spread out till nothing remained. Everyone else had wanted to come outside and watch the snowflakes as they sat at one of the many picnic tables. Students left the cafeteria for this very purpose. Haesol herself didn’t like the idea. Normally she would have, but Yeonwoo hated the cold. He was cold enough on a normal day, but he’d insisted. He called it a celebration of sorts, one he practically begged Haesol for, and Kang Haesol was everything, if not weak-willed. No, was not something she could say to him. 

They’d all headed out, hot lunches in hand and light discussion filling the air. By the time they’d reached their destination, everyone was happy enough. Jokes flew off their tongues as though everything was back to normal, though there was a subtle change in their atmosphere. Something more trusting, something deeper now that they had gone through more, and their friendship had almost ceased to exist not too long ago. 

Given that was the case, why was she now met with an angry Jung Jinwoo? 

And Hong Yeseul… 

And Im Nari. 

They all sat on the other side of their table. Glowering at Haesol as though she were committing some crime. Yeonwoo to the right of her, refusing to meet her gaze though his hands still rested in hers, and Nam Junhyuk… 

Nam Junhyuk seated himself on the other side of Yeonwoo. She was at his left while Junhyuk was at his right—He was always at Yeonwoo’s right—whispering something to the smaller boy, and though Haesol knew he was likely teasing Yeonwoo, the blush on his cheeks now rising to a crimson, the urge to slam Junhyuk’s head on the table for getting so close to Yeonwoo was growing. In fact, it rose, and she was about to pull Yeonwoo close— 

"Bam!" 

Haesol didn’t jump, but her attention shifted. 

Nari did not look pleased with her one bit. 

Brows furrowed, and her mouth pulled taut as she likely held back scathing remarks. Her attention was on Haesol, and Haesol alone, but even Junhyuk sat straighter and scooted away from them. 

“Haesol,” Nari smiled, “Do you have anything you want to tell the rest of us?” Even Yeonwoo looked away from her, his hand still in hers. “Since you obviously think whatever you’re doing is more important than the plans you're making right now, do you have anything you want to share with the rest of us, hmm?” 

Haesol hadn’t exactly been subtle, and why should she? 

“I’m pretty sure you already know, Nari.” She replied, fully expecting Nari to get it. Nari was very observant; after all, how could she no— 

“No, in fact, I don’t. Why don’t you share it with us? We’re all dying to know.” Nari squinted, her arms crossed and displeased. 

Haesol blinked. Was it really necessary? She raised a brow at Nari only to be met with a scowl. 

“Yeonwoo is mine now,” Haesol announced. 

Yeseul yelped, which led to her punching the air with joy. 

Jinwoo groaned and faded to dust. 

Nari hugged an ecstatic Junhyuk (how Junhyuk now stood by her side; Haesol had no clue, but she was just happy he was away from Yeonwoo) 

And Yeonwoo slipped his hand out of hers and covered his face. How cute. 

“FUCKING FINELY!” Nari and Junhyuk shouted. 

“OMG YEONWOO!” Yeseul rushed over to hug a flaming Yeonwoo who was at a loss for words. “YOU’VE GRADUATED! You’re not a part of the club anymore.” 

Jinwoo just lay face-pressed against the table, devoid of life, as everyone around him celebrated. 

Haesol looked at them confused and said, “Didn’t you guys already know?” She asked confused.  

She hadn’t exactly been subtle. Ever since the play, Haesol had been clear that Yeonwoo was hers. She would greet him in class with a gentle pat on the head, which led to her caressing his cheek. When they had PE, she was the first to partner with him. At lunch, she would seek him out first and steal him away before the others would find them. Hell, they (more like she) had been caught at some point in time, as she kissed Yeonwoo till he lay out of breath and a mess. She relished the surprised expressions of unfortunate students that passed by the scene, mouths wide in shock, before they ran away, lest they strike her ire. 

Haesol may have been obvious, but she wouldn’t let just anyone get a glimpse of Yeonwoo in a disheveled state. Every time they’d been “caught,” she thanked her larger frame and his smaller body because she towered over him. No one had gotten a glimpse of him. The only discerning factors that told them it was Yeonwoo in her arms were the slivers of disheveled sandy brown locks she would allow them a brief glimpse of. 

Then they would scamper away at her glare. 

She relished that too. 

Haesol had been very clear about her affection for Yeonwoo. The entire student body knew the moment she had come to school Monday morning, and instead of returning their greeting, she went straight toward their classroom. That alone aroused their suspicion because. Kang Haesol always greeted those who greeted her in turn. It was a habit at this point. One that everyone knew they could use to get her to even look their way, and it was a fact. So the fact that she didn’t greet a single person on her way to her classroom aroused everyone's suspicions. 

Had another desk incident occurred? 

Sooner than later, a line of worried and curious students followed Haesol and when she’d made it to class, an estimated half of the school was close behind. And she still paid them no attention. 

The student body was thoroughly confused. What could have captured Haesol’s attention? 

Kang Haesol was notorious for her Stoic and relaxed personality. Her expression had never changed since day one of coming to their school. Mountains are mountains, and water is water. Kang Haesol’s expression was as constant, if not more so, than both those things. 

Imagine their surprise when THE Kang Haesol opened their classroom door with more force than usual. So much so that all her other classmates scattered out of the class (even NAM JUN FUCKING HYUK). All but one. One student they were not expecting in the slightest. 

Yeonwoo. 

The whole school knew Yeonwoo. Ever since the play, he's grown in popularity. It's not as though he was unpopular to begin with. They’d all just respected his need for space. Now that he seemed a lot more comfortable, however, students (male and female) found themselves getting bolder in their interactions with him. 

That same Yeonwoo simply smiled at Kang Haesol. (It was blinding, and many students covered their eyes from the sheer angelic light that it emitted. Many of them were happy to go blind if that was their last sight) and stood up as she walked toward him. 

Many students watched, thoroughly confused for what was the third time that morning. Nam Junhyuk pulled out his phone, as he also observed the scene from glass windows that separated them and the pair. 

Then something unthinkable happened. 

THE Kang Haesol tossed her bag (it landed right in her seat with a perfect thud) and hugged Yeonwoo. 

SHE HUGGED YEONWOO? 

Not only just that, no. They all thought Yeonwoo would push her away. Even though it was Kang Haesol who was hugging him, everyone knew not to touch Yeonwoo (Why would they if the threat of Junhyuk killing them loomed just around the corner). No, what was even more shocking was that Yeonwoo hugged her back. 

Not only did he hug her back, but with a clearly embarrassed blush on his cheeks, he slowly pushed her away and… scolded her. 

“...” The student body. 

Yeonwoo.  

Renowned for his timid, shy character, scolded Kang Haesol.  

To make matters worse... she listened! 

Like a fucking dog… 

Everyone learned two things that day. First, Yeonwoo and Kang Haesol were off-limits. The idol of their school and the cutest boy to grace their eyes were going out. Their hopes were dashed in an instant. Second, They had a new couple to obsess over. 

How could they not when the pair were drop-dead gorgeous together? You’d have to be insane not to like what you saw when they were within 10 feet of each other. 

That—is how the gang found out about Yeonwoo and Haesol dating. 

Not from the couple themselves, but rumors from their classmates that were confirmed by pictures taken that had been uploaded to the school forum. When Jinwoo was the only one who was left in denial Junhyuk dealt the final blow by confirming that he was there and saw the whole thing. 

The gang had found out through rumors, and Kang Haesol made it so painfully obvious Yeonwoo was hers a blind man could tell she was infatuated. 

Kang Haesol herself didn’t tell them, Jack squat! How could they not be furious with her? 

Yeonwoo was understandable. He was shy, and he had told Junhyuk who in turn told the rest of them. But Haesol hadn’t said a word! 

Nari and Yeseul were on her in seconds. Nari practically jumped over the table, and Yeseul launched herself to kneel on the table and clutch Haesol by the collar. 

“Just because you make it obvious you’re dating my bestie doesn’t mean we’re gonna let you off for not telling us shit after a week!” Yeseul shook her and shook even harder when she was met with a blank expression, “You have some nerve, Kang Haesol! Flirting and kissing and shit, and you don’t tell us a word! Why I auta— 

“Yeseul!” Yeonwoo spoke up, clear worry in his tone. “Get down from there, you could hurt yourself!” What about Haesol? Was Yeonwoo not worried about her? 

Nari was having none of it. “Ya, Yeseul get her. She’s a traitorous woman who didn’t even tell her friends she was dating someone. Get her!” she cheered. 

“Deserved,” Junhyuk chimed in. “A whole week, and we don’t hear a word from you. I would have thought you don’t really want everyone to know Yeonwoo is yours.” 

Haesol snapped her head at Junhyuk. Was it wrong to murder someone? Junhyuk was starting to piss her off. He’d been making remarks like that all week, and Haesol had never wanted to hurl a chair at someone more. 

“You bastard!” Jinwoo, miraculously back from the dead, shot up from his seat and grabbed Junhyuk by the collar. “Haesol probably had her reasons. You’ve been at this all week. "What's your deal?” 

Junhyuk smirked, looking down at Jinwoo. “Poor Jung Jinwoo you would have thought Haesol being taken would have brought you to reality. Could it be that you still have hope even after it's so clear that Haesol’s a total goner? Baha. You sucker!” 

Junhyuk laughed, and Jinwoo was reduced to dusk once more as the reality of the situation crashed onto him. Even bantering with Junhyuk couldn’t fix him. 

Yeseul and Nari both ganging up on her. Junhyuk cheered the two on while Jinwoo lay near death. Her poor Yeonwoo tried to remedy the situation to no avail, the entire group was in utter chaos. 

Haesol messed up, didn’t she? 

“GUYS!” 

They all fell silent. Yeseul stopped shaking and yelling at her, just gripping her by the collar instead. Nari stopped pulling at her hair. Junhyuk ceased his insistent teasing of a deflated Jinwoo and all their attention turned to a surprisingly mad Yeonwoo. 

“Can you all calm down, please?” He looked at them all, exasperated. 

They all blinked, looking at each other, then slowly, but surely, went back to their seats. Yeseul reluctantly let go of her, and Haesol landed on the bench with a light thud, while Nari tightly squeezed her shoulder one last time before she too let go and followed after Yeseul. Junhyuk took his seat to the right of Yeonwoo again, patting the cuter boy's head, and Haesol’s rage came back. 

Just as she was reaching out to pull Yeonwoo toward her, she was interrupted. 

“Yeonwoo!” Yeseul called, hands outstretched and prompting, “Why not come and sit with us?” Nari finished. They wore pleasant smiles and sweet voices, but even Haesol caught the clear order in the “question”. 

Yeonwoo, without hesitation, got up and made his way toward the pair. Nari got up so Yeonwoo could sit between her and Yeseul and the smirk she gave Haesol as Yeonwoo was preoccupied with seating himself made Haesol pause. They were relinquishing her Yeonwoo privileges. Had she messed up that badly? She just didn’t tell them she was with Yeonwoo. She thought her actions would clearly get the message across. Was she wrong? 

“Well, now that's out of the way,” Yeseul chirped, clapping her hands. “We’re gonna have to set some ground rules.” 

Haesol was busy focusing on Yeonwoo who was currently looking back at her. Honey eye’s warm, and she swore the cloudy skies parted just for the smile he directed at her. 

“Kang Haesol!” Yeseul snapped, and Haesol’s back straightened. “You better focus, or we will be monopolizing Yeonwoo away from you for the foreseeable future. 

“Excuse me?” Yeonwoo looked between the two of them, confused, while Junhyuk was to her right, snickering away. 

“Ya, you heard her,” Nari clapped. “You better pay attention.” 

She paid attention. 

“While you’ve been all over Yeonwoo and polluting our eyes with your sickening displays,” Yeonwoo groaned and put his head in his hands as Nari comforted him, and Yeseul continued, “We’ve decided this means...IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE!” Yeseul jumped at the announcement, and Haesol’s attention was fully captured. 

“That's got her attention, huh?” Junhyuk said something beside her, and Haesol wanted to break something. 

“She’s going to be insufferable, just a heads-up.” Nari said as she patted Yeonwoo’s head, “Get ready for Haesol to completely ignore the rules we’re gonna set up.” 

“Rules?” Haesol echoed. 

“Yes, rules,” Yeseul repeated standing up. 

“Number one.” She raised one finger and said, “No touching Yeonwoo in public.” How the hell was she supposed to keep her hands off him now that she’d had him? Yeseul raised a second finger and said, “Focus on Your duties when you need to. The student council has been a mess the past week because you keep bringing everything back to Yeonwoo.” Yeonwoo balked at that and looked at her, shocked. For once, Haesol refused to look at him. “And three,” Yeseul raised a third finger, “For the love of God, please stop sneaking off to make out. OMG, do you know how many people have found you literally almost killing Yeonwoo in some 'secluded' area? I swear, you're doing it on purpose at this point.” Haesol wouldn’t comment on that. 

“Yeseul!” Yeonwoo reprimanded, but Haesol was too focused on the blush that dusted his cheek. “You—you can’t say—say it like that.” He covered his face with his hands, “You're over-exaggerating.” 

“She’s been sucking your face every chance she gets Yeonwoo,” Nari deadpanned. “At this point, I’m worried about you.” 

“I don’t see the problem,” Haesol said. She didn't, and Yeonwoo never refused her. How could she not take him away and have her fun? He was hers now. She was his. Simple. Yeonwoo may be bashful, but Haesol knew better than to take things at surface level with him. 

“Of course, you think it's ok.” Yeseul pointed at her, never wanting to slap someone more. “You’re the perpetrator!” 

Yeonwoo the poor boy, let Nari console him as Yeseul tore into her. “Seriously, Haesol. First, you don’t tell us you're going out, then you have the audacity to publicize your relationship in the worst way? Like seriously!” Yeseul groaned as she sat back down. 

“You're so dense,” Nari stated. 

“An idiot,” Yeseul followed. 

“I know you're excited, but you're the class president, come on,” Jinwoo spoke up, raising himself from the dead. 

“I mean, hey, I get it.” Junhyuk shrugged. “But even I gotta admit I’ve got new-found respect for ya Haesol. I think you're a beast.” 

“Nam Junhyuk do not encourage her!” Nari scolded and Junhyuk looked away, finding the falling snowflakes more beautiful. 

“You—you,” Haesol’s attention was stolen by Yeonwoo as he peeked at her, honey’s eye looking at her through flushed fingers. “You have no shame.” He bit his lip, and everything from before went in one ear and out the other. 

They all had their fill of berating her for her actions. Actions, mind you, she felt she was completely in the right to act upon when Yeonwoo was fully consenting, but that would only prompt them to scold her more. Moreover, she didn’t really care. Yeonwoo was right in front of her at that moment. He nibbled on the assortment of dishes he’d gotten today—mostly vegetables—and all other sounds muddled as she just watched. 

The way he’d open his mouth just a little, giving her a window of time when his tongue was visible before he would push whatever vegetable he held into that tiny mouth, deep violet eyes devoured everything they saw. Committed everything to detail; how could she not? The simple act of eating was something to be studied when it came to Yeonwoo. His portions were small, just like his bits and everything else about him, for that matter. Yeonwoo was tiny. Haesol loved that aspect of him. She could tower over him that way. She could make sure his debauched expressions were for her eyes and her eyes alone. 

Yeonwoo was hers now. With that came many things she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand the rules of a couple. What she could and couldn’t do with him. What other people were allowed to see of him? All Haesol knew was that she wanted him for herself. Every smile. Every laugh. Every blush. And every please exhale. Kang Haesol wanted it all, and she honestly didn’t know if that was okay. She would still show him, though. She would show Yeonwoo how much she cared from now on. Mixed signals were not what she was aiming for. Haesol was done with those, whether unintentional or not, she would be clear in her affection for Yeonwoo. 

Their friends meant well, but she would have to break those rules when they weren’t around. 

Honey eyes met deep violet ones as Yeonwoo wrapped pink lips around a baby carrot and bit. All sound came back to her then, and the first thing she heard was the carrot snap, with Yeseul’s chatter following soon after. Yeonwoo held her gaze as he chewed and then nibbled on another piece. Haesol found herself unable, unwilling to look away from him as he ate morsel after morsel. 

Yeseul chattered off about some more restrictions, and at this point, it seemed as though she didn’t want Haesol within a ten-foot pole of Yeonwoo. Don’t hug him with other people around. Don’t kiss him until you are outside of school. Don’t get so caught up in your thoughts that you forget your duties. What kind of rules were these? Was Yeseul trying to break them up? 

“Oh.” Yeseul chirped, “One last thing. If you break his heart, Haesol I will find you, and I will kill you.” 

Yeseul glared at her. 

Nari glared at her. 

Junhyuk glanced at her, something sharper in his gaze. 

Jinwoo looked at Yeonwoo, then her. 

Yeonwoo had a pinned expression as he glared daggers at his plate. 

“Ok.” That was the easiest rule yet. 

The tense air around them lifted. Yeseul and Nari clapped themselves on their backs, and Yeonwoo continued eating. 

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Junhyuk spoke up, grabbing all their attention. “What do we have planned for tomorrow?” 

— — — 

Haesol let out a breath, watching the white cloud the simple action created float up and expand till it became nothing but another wispy addition to the already one of many that flowed into the atmosphere. She plays around with the item in her pocket for a little while before bringing warm hands out into the blistering cold. She could have gone inside. The karaoke joint would have allowed her to, that was a given. Haesol, however, waited. 

She may be on a Yeonwoo ban as a consequence of actions she didn’t understand the reason for such repercussions, but that didn’t mean Yeonwoo was on a Haesol ban. Haesol smirked. He would blush and deny and “push” her away only to ultimately go along with her wants at the end of the day. All it had taken was a simple look. 

Nari and Yeseul had hoarded him to themselves the rest of the day after they’d made plans that day. Since, Haesol hadn’t gotten a chance to talk with Yeonwoo let alone touch him. She wanted to take him from them and drag him away given how unfair the entire situation was. She’d just gotten him back and now they wanted to hog him all to themselves. Haesol had disregarded their rules at the end of the day—it’s not her fault the two hadn’t calculated that Yeonwoo would come to her when they weren’t looking—but them denying her what was hers filled her with an unusual need for… something. 

Haesol hadn’t done a thing truly. All she’d done was give Yeonwoo one simple look and he’d met her in one of their designated empty classrooms to ‘talk’. Yeonwoo had been the one to suggest their plan for today. Not Haesol. She simply followed along. How could she say no when he asked her so pretty? When he’d hugged and looked up at her eyes pleading. She may not understand many of his signals but that was one of them. She’d gotten that one loud and clear. Haesol would have been an idiot to deny pretty eyes as they looked at her expectant. 

The buzz of her phone halted her train of thought before she could think about soft pouting lips and what it had felt like to kiss them after having gone so long—three hours—without kissing them. She pulled out her phone and her face remained schooled though the beginnings of… affection stirred in her. 

Yeonwoo: I’m almost there! ٩(◕‿◕)۶ 

Cute. 

Haesol replied in an instant. 

Me: I’m at the front door. 

Yeonwoo: (＾▽＾) 

The emojis. It was one of the things she found herself looking back on when Yeonwoo wouldn’t talk to her. They showed a side of himself he likely wouldn’t show in person and one of the things she found herself staring at longer than was likely normal when she’d been in that slump. Though the time was short, she’d found that there were more enduring things about him than she had initially thought. A realization she found shocking yet not surprising as she found herself finding more about Yeonwoo ever since that night in that classroom. The pale glow of moonlight making him all the more mesmerizing. 

“Haesol!” 

Dusky eyes reminiscent of midnight skies looked up to find the one they’d been longing to see all day.  

It was a Sunday. They had planned this outing over the course of two days, and it was supposed to be her “reward” after she had endured the treacherous torture of not being allowed to be within the nearest vicinity of Yeonwoo. She never agreed to it. Even if she did who's to say she would even follow the rules for that long? 

As he made his way towards her, a blooming smile on soft features, cheeks rosy from the cold, and eyes bright as they looked at her made her pause. Yeonwoo was still as beautiful as when she’d last seen him. She had unknowingly begun walking toward him, meeting him in the middle just a little away's from the karaoke joint. He smiled up at her sweet and inviting, a little out of breath as he had run a tad to get to her faster, and Haesol had never wanted to kiss him more. 

“I made it!” Yeonwoo beamed as he’d finely caught his breath, making sure the contents of the bad he held lay intact. 

His smile was returned with a lighter one from Haesol though the affection in her eyes was more than enough to make up for the small show of expression. “You made it,” She reached up to pat his head, “Good job.” 

Yeonwoo flushed as she carded her hands through sandy locks and he shook her hand away as he looked around frantic. It reminded her of a hamster worried about being caught over a crime. Haesol wanted to take him right then and there and never give him back. 

“We—we’re in public!” Yeonwoo looked up at her brows pinched and cheeks puffed, “You can’t just—just,” he fumbled with his words as Haesol reached for his hand and led them along. 

He still didn’t let go. 

“It’s cold.” Haesol stated, “Let’s go inside. You hate the cold right?” She looked back as he followed, cheeks flushed and she didn’t know if it was the cold or embarrassment that was to blame. She didn’t mind which, both allowed her to see flushed cheeks and furrowed brows so could she complain? 

Hand in hand, one warm the other bitingly cold, Haesol led them. The designated karaoke bar for their celebration was but a few feet away. The way Yeonwoo’s hand shook in hers made her pick up her pace just a little more as they went. Though the walk was short and their steps hurried Haesol had still found time to interlock their fingers for a brief moment, squeezing his hand in hers as a promise to join them once more before she ever so gently let go. The bright LED lights of the karaoke bar seemed all the more blinding this time of year. Gray clouds overhead as the frigid cold of winter sapped everything of its warmth. The only remaining survivor human-made objects meant to stand the tests nature would throw their way. 

Haesol opened the door, eyes finding Yeonwoo as she stood waiting. 

Yeonwoo blushed at the gesture, a small squeak leaving him before he covered his mouth and looked around to make sure no one heard him. He peeked at her through downcast lashes and Haesol held his gaze briefly before he stepped forward and entered the establishment. On his way in he’d given her a light smile and a soft “thank you” left rosy lips, eyes crinkling around the edges and amber pools bright as they shone with barely contained joy. 

She would open every door to every room he stepped in if that would be her reward. 

Haesol followed soon after, the warmth that hit her the moment she’d stepped in an afterthought. Yeonwoo seemed to love it, though. He’d let out a satisfied sigh of relief as when he’d stepped in, a grateful smile peeking through thawing features. 

Haesol stepped toward him, taking his hand in hers once more before making her way to the receptionist. She received a slightly confused squeak at the sudden nature of her action that soon turned into willing compliance as she led the way. 

The receptionist was a young woman, likely in her early 20s. She’d given them knowing looks as Haesol made their reservations. Yeonwoo hid behind her, holding onto her hand a little tighter and the sudden want she’d gotten to take him and lock him away fizzled till she was left with nothing but fondness and a need to protect. The receptionist didn’t ask many questions. Aside from formal small talk before they were to place their order she was respectful and brief. 

Haesol ordered something a little more pricey for the occasion and Yeonwoo seemed to have noticed. He pulled at the sleeve of her jacket and when Haesol turned to see furrowed brows and a slight frown she couldn’t help the small smile that peaked through. 

He didn’t speak a word. Just looked at her with contained confusion and Haesol squeezed his hand before finishing the room order. 

“We’ll be sure to get your food and beverages once the other parties are in attendance.” The receptionist gave a small bow that Haesol returned after they had received their room number. 

Room 34. 

Haesol fiddled with the room card in one hand, running her thumb along the dorsal of Yeonwoo’s hand, relishing in how they warmed at the action. 

“Hae—Haesol,” Yeonwoo called, and Haesol answered with a hum. “Those room tickets… they were pretty expensive weren’t they?” 

Haesol turned around to find Yeonwoo, head down, unwilling to look up at her. 

He was worried. 

She pulled him a step closer to her with a gentle tug of his hand. The motion made him look up at her, revealing the pinned expression poorly hidden behind his downcast gaze. 

“Yeonwoo. Look at me.” She asked slowly reaching her unoccupied hand, knuckles grazing his cheek in a silent ask. A silent ask Yeonwoo answered as he looked up at her, eyes wet with worry and lip bitten red. Where this a lighter atmosphere she would have kissed him. 

Haesol ran the backs of her fingers along his cheek, watching as Yeonwoo’s lashes fluttered, delicate, before he closed them and allowed her the privilege to caress his cheek. She ran her thumb along his cheek, the pleased sigh that left plush lips gripping and oh-so captivating. It was slow, Haesol wished it had lasted longer despite the fact, Yeonwoo fluttering sandy lashes opened to finely let honey eyes look up at her with a wetness to them that made her want to kiss them. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked voice as smooth as it could go, coaxing him to tell her with a hopefully reassuring squeeze of her hand. 

Yeonwoo bit his lip, eyes looking anywhere but her way before she’d gently tilted his head to look up at her, hand careful and prompting. 

Lips parted, eyes barely glazed over, an open-mouthed sigh escaped once tightly pressed lips, soft and yielding as his willpower crumbled. 

“I—you… you spent so much today. I—I don’t want to be a burden.” He looked away from eyes the color of rich twilight as their focus lay entirely on him, his blush rising along with his sudden awareness of her attention, “I—I don’t know if I deserve such a thing from you.” 

She listened. Then waited a moment so that the words hung in the air. So that Yeonwoo truly heard himself and the statement he’d made. Call her cruel, but she wouldn’t deny she slightly enjoyed watching his embarrassment grow. The way his lips trembled and cheeks crimsoned as honey eyes turned into liquid gold at his sheer embarrassment. She’d let the silence stretch for a minute or two. She couldn’t take it anymore when he’d finely looked at her pleading for a reply. 

­Haesol ran her thumb along his cheek a second time. Hoping her touch conveyed the warmth she felt as her expression likely remained cold. Her affections seemed to have been reciprocated because Yeonwoo let out another sigh, boarding on a whine before stepping forward to wrap slim arms around her. She’d indulged him immediately, pulling him in closer as she encircled him, almost encaging him in her hold. Times like this she loved that he was smaller than her. Whereas she could encompass him whole in their hugs, Yeonwoo’s fingers barely touched each other as they attempted to circle her back. It made her never want to let go. 

“That—that was stupid of me wasn’t it?” Yeonwoo asked breaking the silence. 

Haesol pulled away briefly to lay a small peck on his cheek the other on his ear which elicited a quiet giggle from the smaller boy and lastly the corner of his eye. “Not stupid. You were worried. There’s nothing wrong with being worried.” 

“You’re too nice to me.” 

“Don’t you think this is quite the special occasion? You deserve it. Besides that, if you won’t be nice to yourself let me be nice for you.” She countered and Yeonwoo didn’t answer. Simply buried his head in her shoulder, only the tip of his ear dyed crimson with his blush. 

Yeonwoo let out a small huff, “That’s—that’s so not fair. Not fair, not fair.” 

“How about we get to our room?” She offered, “We wouldn’t want someone coming out of their room and seeing this would we?” 

It was Yeonwoo’s turn to counter as he looked up at her eyes scrutinizing, “You would. You’ve been very clear about that with how you act when someone “accidentally” finds us in an empty classroom.” 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Haesol looked around and luckily their room was just a few doors ahead, “What a surprise, our room is just ahead. Let’s go before the others get here.” 

Though Yeonwoo looked at her pouting, he still followed. He lightly chastised her for her actions along the way. All Haesol heard was that she was allowed free reign to do it again and again and again. Even as she opened the door for him, she was rewarded with a blushing “Thank you”, poorly suppressed smile, and it only confirmed she could do whatever her heart desired. How lucky was she? 

She closed the door behind them, making sure to lock it. The only ones allowed entry would be the gang when they arrived and the staff when their food and drink were ready. She’d taken off her coat and hung it on the coat hanger provided to the left. Her outfit was simple, a black turtleneck tucked into silver gray trousers. 

Turning around, Haesol was about to ask Yeonwoo for his jacket but paused. It must have been a while since she’d seen him anything outside of his school uniform. His outfit was simple, cozy even. Silver gray button-up shirt tucked into high-waisted light blue jeans but that wasn’t what caught her attention. That was the red wrap sweater he wore that hugged his shoulders as it almost seemed on the verge of slipping off. Haesol wanted to know what he would look like with just the sweater. 

That dress shirt, she wanted it off. 

His coat in one hand, bag in another, Yeonwoo swung his coat over his shoulder to begin emptying the contents of the bag he’d been carrying. Though today was a day for him, he had insisted on bringing something to the occasion despite everyone's protest. Haesol found that when he was persistent and steadfast they all had great difficulty saying no to him. So through compromise they had all agreed Yeonwoo would bring any dessert of his choice. 

They should have known he would bring more. 

Making her way to him as he was almost finished setting things up, Haesol was slow in approach. Making sure her steps went unheard as she crept closer and closer to him. Yeonwoo, unassuming as ever had been so focused on making sure he’d brought everything he planned, he didn’t notice that as he straightened himself out and began turning toward her, she had already closed the gap in their distance. 

“Oh!” Yeonwoo exclaimed and Haesol wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close, his back to her. “Haesol… what are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” She responded pulling him closer her palms resting on his stomach, “Is it wrong for me to want you to myself while I have the chance?” She rested her chin on his shoulder turning her head to face him. 

Yeonwoo wouldn’t look at her, eyes fixed on the table in front of him instead. Not a word left him though he did place his hand atop hers. Haesol raised a brow, usually, he would be a blushing mess the moment she’d gotten within an inch of his personal bubble. Instead, he didn’t seem to register she was near him at all. His features were calm and he looked lost in thought. His eyes glazed over just enough that Haesol knew he wasn’t paying attention, his hand atop hers, thumbs stroking up and down in thought. Haesol looked over his shoulder at the mini assortment of items he had brought. Everything seemed to be in order. Containers were organized and placed in places that were aesthetically pleasing yet easily accessible. She turned her head once more, eyes darkening as they admired soft features. 

Why not—she looked Yeonwoo up and down one last time—let herself indulge a tad? 

Hands slow on their journey upwards, Haesol was careful as she went. The pressure she’d put on his lower stomach on her way up to his middle was just enough. Just enough not to rouse his suspicion and just enough to get him out of whatever haze he was under. The quick breath he sucked in as she pressed down on his stomach a little more told her as much. 

Haesol lifted her chin from where it rested once she saw that familiar yet oh-so-striking blush flush once pale cheeks. When she saw him bite his lip. She stepped forward and the distance between them was soon none at all. Her front pressed flush against his back, and the way he jumped at the contact made her pull him closer. She could hear his breathing pick up, feel it as his chest rose and fell, every inhale and exhale. 

Midnight eyes glimmering with the amusement of a passing star through twilight skies gazed at Yeonwoo with interest. Yeonwoo couldn’t think to protest as the shock of Haesol’s proximity hadn’t passed. 

Haesol leaned down to press soft lips against Yeonwoo’s ear, one hand massaging his waist and the other going under the fabric of his sweater. Not under the dress shirt but the heat of her hand against the thin material elicited a shuttered breath from the smaller boy. 

“Hae—Haeso—Oh!” 

He didn’t get a chance to protest. Not as though Haesol would let him. Her weight pressing onto him teeth tugging on the shell of his ear, she undid the first button on his dress shirt. 

Yeonwoo let out an open-mouthed sigh as she kissed his ear once more. This one wetter, more intimate as she undid the second button. Haesol could feel how he shivered underneath her touch. Each heavy breath he would let out more audible by the minute as were the suppressed hums of growing want. Warm hand fondled the clothed skin of his waist, moving toward the smaller boy's stomach and her wet kisses went from his ear to his neck. The sigh Yeonwoo let out that pitched at the end caught Haesol’s attention. 

She wrapped an arm around his waist, hugging him oh so close. It was a good thing she did as it seemed as though the boy would lose all sensation in his legs any moment. She pulled him closer to lean on her, her lip quirking up as his head fell on her shoulder along with a barely audible “Oh no”. Haesol looked down and the sight she’d been obstructing herself from witnessing never the less made her breath catch. 

Yeonwoo truly looked the most beautiful with a rosy blush flushing pale cheeks. He looked near ethereal when that same blush deepened, lips bitten red as he attempted only to fail at suppressing gasps and cries of pleasure from escaping worn lips and those eyes. Beautiful amber eyes in the dim light of the room the occupied gathering honeyed tears yet to fall down plump cheeks made the sight all the more alluring. Captured and beckoned her to tease then pamper and tease again till she’d left him him a mess. Her mess to put back together. 

Expressions like this were ones she could witness a many time and never get tired of. 

The moment skilled hands unbuttoned the third button Haesol’s lips were on his now exposed neck. A hitched breath that fizzled into a broken whine was her reward as she kissed then led into lightly sucking the pale skin of that beautiful neck. Yeonwoo squirmed in her hold, breath labored and expression on the verge of collapse as his efforts to contain any and all sound crumbled by the second. 

“Haesol—plea—please—oh!” The hum he’d just barely replaced where a moan should have been as her teeth grazed that spot just so was pleasing to her ears nonetheless. 

One hand roaming along his middle, the other carefully unbuttoning the last few buttons of his shirt before she had to go under and carefully tug his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants, Haesol enjoyed the shivering mess she was unraveling like a gift. Yeonwoo’s quiet, labored breaths had turned into muted moans and occasional groans. Her tongue worked the soft flesh of his neck, alternating between kissing and sucking as she finely tugged out the last piece of his shirt from under his pants. 

Her hands were slow to go under but once they did the full-body shiver that wreaked Yeonwoo’s body was strong. So strong he couldn’t suppress the whine he let out as she bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder and as large hands glided in their path up and down his stomach. 

“Haah—mmmhh—Haesol,” He whined, “Plea—pleas—stop—people—hear—haah,” 

He couldn’t get a word out as she was relentless in her approach, “You can be as loud as you want,” She kissed the shell of his ear to provide him a brief reprieve though it likely did the opposite, “I got us a private room for a reason.” 

“You—you!” 

Haesol squeezed the flesh of his waist before he could counter, and Yeonwoo, sensitive and beautiful arched into her, “Don’t you think you deserve that after everything?” She asked, “Today is a special day, why not let me spoil you?” Haesol could do more than spoil him if he asked. 

She hadn’t noticed how Yeonwoo paused or the sudden clarity that flashed in his once-hazy gaze. Hot hands roamed upwards and his shivers of want, of anticipation, prompted her to keep going. The higher she would go the more pale skin would meet warm air that felt cold in comparison to the hot hands that roamed his body. Sweet words and promises of more would grace Yeonwoo’s ears and the juxtaposition of want and shame soon became too much. 

Just as hot hands would make their way up to fondle soft mounds Yeonwoo’s legs gave out, and his full body weight was on her. 

Haesol blinked, holding him close. Every urge to tease and ruin left her as she’d soon realized tears were making their way down soft cheeks. Tears of grief, not pleasure. 

Hastily turning Yeonwoo to face her, Haesol held his face in her hands as an expression of sorrow awaited dark eyes. She carefully wiped those tears away only for more to fall and quiet sobs to soon accompany them. 

Haesol was about to ask what she had done wrong, had she made him uncomfortable but was cut off, “Haesol. Why—why did you take me back?” He cried head in his hands, “And—and now you want to give me so so much after—after I was so cruel to you—you. Christmas! I broke up with you on Christmas and you still want me? Nari, Nari told me how bad things got for you when I broke up with you. And you take me back! I don’t—you’re too nice to me. I don’t deserve this.” 

In her shock at his sudden grief, Haesol stood there for a while watching as tears cascaded down that beautiful face and mournful sorrow morphed his expression into one of pain. She wiped tears from now red cheeks though not that color due to his naturally shy nature. 

She’d grasped her bearings soon enough and along with it kisses—one after the other—were being scattered across his face. From his cheeks to nose, eyes, and lastly forehead. Not a crevice lay untouched by soon salty lips as Yeonwoo’s sobs gradually turned into unwilling giggles. Haesol kissed everywhere she could think too. Yeonwoo’s tears gradually stopped to leave confusion in their wake. She places her last kiss on salty lips, tapping their foreheads together. 

Haesol’s arms circled him into what she hoped was a comforting hug. There was a small pause, her gathering her thoughts, as she buried herself in Yeonwoo’s soft head of hair. 

She spoke up after a minute or two, “That breakup did hurt. I will admit that.” Yeonwoo’s breath hitched against her, and she squeezed him tighter, telling him to let her finish, “That talk we had, however, made me realize that even though it was wrong the way we broke up. I was still partially to blame.” 

“No!” Yeonwoo pulled away to look up at her. “You’re not—” Haesol shushed him with a thumb on the lips while her hand caressed his cheek. 

“Yes, I am. We both are. We didn’t talk to each other. That is where we both went wrong. And it is something we both are going to have to work on.” She slid her thumb away from soft lips, “I’m not mad about what happened anymore” She paused, “Well,” 

She kissed his forehead, reassuring him everything was fine before pulling away. Yeonwoo watched her confused and conflicted as she searched her pocket. 

Haesol pulled out the box she’d kept in her back pocket for safekeeping, holding out to Yeonwoo and opening it slowly. 

Yeonwoo gasped, shaky hands over his mouth at the contents. 

“That day, I wanted to give you this,” She held out her hand for him to place his in. “I spent quite a bit of time picking these out.” 

Her eyes found his. Honey eyes were moist now. The volume of emotion in his clear while Haesol’s gaze was full of longing. 

“I really wanted to give this to you that day. To show that I will be with you forever.” She got down on one knee, “I can do that now though.” 

Yeonwoo dropped to his knees with her moments after. Tears of now joy flowed and all Haesol wanted to do was kiss them way again. 

“Yes,” He said through broken sobs, “Yes!” 

A torrent of what could only be joy washed over her as she carefully took his hand—smaller than hers and shaky with anticipation—to finely fit the ring onto the finger she’d been dreaming of since the moment she’d gotten the rings. The peck on the cheek he’d given her not soon after should have been her most prized reward but what he’d done next outclassed that. 

Hands shaking, Yeonwoo took the box from her, using one sleeve to wipe tear stains from puffy cheeks, and took the ring meant for her out of the box. He laid his hand out and Haesol just blinked at him. He tried prompting her a few more times with a wave of his hand but she’d remained confused. 

“Your hand silly.” Yeonwoo managed to giggle in response and Haesol’s hand was in his in seconds. 

When he’d slipped the ring all the way onto her finger, she could barely process the joy it made her feel before Yeonwoo tugged her by the front of her turtleneck to press his lips onto hers. He pulled away then, to pepper kisses across every surface of her face and all she could do was hold him impossibly close as he did so. The joy overwhelming. 

Many kisses later Yeonwoo pulled away to look up at her, “Just a precaution. With so many kisses to seal the deal. Now it’ll really be forever right?” He giggled, shy and adorable at her before burring his head in her shoulder, “You’re too nice to me Kang Haesol. What did someone like me do to deserve you?” 

“You were just yourself. I like you when you’re yourself.” Her answer was immediate. 

Yeonwoo whined and Haesol smirked, “How about we get up off the floor, your legs must be tired.” She pushed herself up after pulling away from him, extending her hand to help him up. 

Honey eyes looked at her wide and breathtaking before softening. Yeonwoo fidgeted with the hems of his sleeves for a while, squirming where he knelt. He looked good like this. Clothes in disarray, hair disheveled and lips bitten red. If only she had been the cause of that last one. 

Yeonwoo looked everywhere but her for a minute before shy eyes met hers and his hand reached up towards her open one and his hand was in hers. Soft, smooth, still cold. Haesol would do something about that. Haesol was careful as she pulled him up, careful as she pulled the smaller hand in hers up towards her, and careful as she steadied him with a hand under the arm. 

She watched him for a while. Haesol caught every nervous fidget. How he would peek at her through sandy lashes only to look away when finding he’d been caught. He tried to pull away from her, the hands she held in a firm grasp attempting to slip away, but Haesol wouldn’t let him. She ran her thumbs along the knuckles of his fingers before lifting them to hover just in front of her lips. 

“Yeonwoo,” She called voice uncharacteristically smooth. Yeonwoo perked up at his mention. “You still want to make it up to me,” Violet eyes ran over his figure before meeting a flushed face, “Don’t you?” She tilted her head to the side, questioning, with a small smirk playing on amused lips. 

Yeonwoo just stared mouth slightly agape and eyes looking up at her with wonder and a layer of confusion just below his clear need to please. She wanted to devour him then and there. 

Haesol leaned down, bringing the hands she held close to her chest as darkening violet eyes refused to leave bright amber ones. She held his gaze. Watched as his breath hitched at their increasing proximity. That eye-catching blush was now a shade of rouge as his lashes fluttered the closer she approached. So sweet, and oh so innocent. His breath began to pick up as she brought her face closer, and closer, and closer. The rise and fall of his chest mirrored the likely similar beating of her heart. 

Haesol turned the hands in hers, running her thumbs along the surface of his palm to place them on her heart. He would know how he made her feel. 

Thump, Thump! 

Thump, Thump! 

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened as he looked up at her, so close their noses just barely touched. His lips quivered with emotion left unsaid, eyes flicking to her lips with want, but Haesol didn’t need to hear. She knew. Now she knew. It was small, but she hoped the smile she displayed showed her dedication. Her devotion to his heart. 

Haesol was rewarded with a wider smile in return. The terrified joy that he emanated conformation he understood. That he really understood. She couldn’t help leaning down to place a brief kiss on his cheek. Then going further to place one on the shell of his ear. He let out a small giggle at that. One Haesol would hopefully hear for the rest of their days. Her cheek rubbed against his as she pulled back to be met with sandy lashes fluttering shut and plump lips angling themselves upward, toward her. 

Haesol's eyes softened. He was too cute. 

Just as he got on his tiptoes to kiss her, Haesol released him from her hold, retracting all contact and taking a step out of his bubble. 

She watched as Yeonwoo fumbled forward, expression mirroring his question “What?” 

Haesol smirked. 

Making her way to the couch, she sat down, making a show of getting comfortable before leaning back, knees apart. She watched as Yeonwoo reddened in shame, hiding behind the sleeves of a red sweater that only accentuated that pretty blush. 

“You never answered my question Yeonwoo.” She teased, “Don't you want to make it up to me?” 

Yeonwoo looked at her hopeful but still embarrassed, he replied with a meek “Yes.” 

Haesol looked him up and down, “I couldn’t hear you.” 

Yeonwoo flushed even more, fidgeting in his spot only to straighten up, “Yes!” He covered his mouth shocked at the intensity of his reaction, “I—I mean, yes.” 

“Good,” Haesol smiled, patting her lap, “Come here.” 

Flushed hands fell at his side and he looked at her. His need to please, curiosity, and flustered fumbling quite the interesting show as she watched him grasp his confused bearings. Honey eyes flicked over to her and the moment she caught him she raised a brow, a silent ask of what he was waiting for. 

Yeonwoo gulped, fingers flexing open and closed before making his way toward her. Haesol watched. Eyeing his figure as he walked toward her, admiring. He’d been quick. Even though the nerves had him a wreak, as Haesol looked up at him, as he in stood front of her, shaking with what she saw as anticipation, she couldn’t help but think he was enjoying this more than he let on. His “worry” bitten lips and the “anxious” fiddling of his fingers certainly sent her a different message. 

Her hands grasped both of his—small and cold in her warmer, bigger ones—calming frantic fiddling. 

Haesol drew him closer, closer, closer until he stood between her legs. She let go of one hand to wrap her arm around his waist, pulling him down with a light thud so he stood on his knees looking down at her. A stunning sight as she looked up at him. Beautiful, warm gaze on her and her alone, an expression that could only be classified as adoration for her eyes alone.

One hand around his waist, she brought her other hand, the one that held his to hover just in front of her lips. Haesol looked up, eyes the color of starless midnight enraptured by the sight of rosy cheeks and pools of dewy honeycomb. Not looking away for a second, even as his lips quivered, begged to get a word out, Haesol kissed that soft hand. Sweet kisses, one after the other lay on warming knuckles. She turned it around to place them on the pads of rosy fingertips and now warmer palms. 

Not once did she break eye contact as she did so. 

Haesol watched as his breathing hitched, as she now kissed his palm moving to the inside of his wrist. She places one last kiss there before nuzzling her cheek against the now warm hand that held it. 

Slowly, carefully, Haesol maneuvered him so that Yeonwoo now straddled her legs. Though she loved him looking down at her with longing, he must have been getting tired leaning over her like that. He now sat eye level with her. Chest heaving and eyes moist with want. 

“Yeonwoo.” She called. 

Yeonwoo nodded, fearing that if he were to speak he would babble incoherent nonsense. 

One hand squeezed his waist the other resting on the back of his neck, “Do you trust me?” 

His eyes shut, head nodding up and down, frantic. 

“Use your words dear,” She kissed his cheek, if it could even be called that when her lips had brushed the corner of his lip, “I know you can.” 

Haesol could feel the whine he wanted to let out but kept in through sheer force of will. He breathed, quick and uncoordinated before squirming in her hold. He shifted closer to her wanting to bury his head in her shoulder but unable to due to the gentle yet firm grip Haesol had on the back of his neck. 

“Yes.” The reply had been less than a whisper, “I trust you. I trust you so much.” 

Honey eyes misty with want, cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson.

No wonder her lips found his in seconds. Her hand around his waist pulled him close until their chests were flush against each other. The hand behind his neck brought him close, refusing his lips leave hers. Yeonwoo didn’t seem to mind as he’d sighed gratefully into the kiss, lashes fluttering closed, and immediately wrapped slim arms around her neck. Haesol was the first to move, tongue licking his lip in ask for entrance into that mouth she longed to taste once more. 

His kiss spoke of want and more and I’ll do anything. 

So eager to please. Haesol thought as she observed him.

His lashes trembled with each lingering peck she would give. Easing him into longer and longer kisses until his grip refused her pulling back. Haesol chuckled. The next kiss she gave was the longer, more demanding than her previous ones she felt Yeonwoo shiver as her tongue made its way into the soft cavern of his mouth. He shook as one hand pulled him close, massaging his waist to calm and tease while her tongue worked him open and willing.

Yeonwoo opened his eyes to meet hers. Lips still on hers, and Haesol mesmerized by the hazy affection that sparkled in his gaze. This close up she could see specs of rich gold that left her wanting. The emotion those eyes reflected back at her told her to pin him. Take him and pin him to the couch till she had her fill. 

Haesol pulled away, releasing his mouth with a pop as a string of saliva connected them only to break when Yeonwoo let out a labored hum. 

Yeonwoo looked at her, squirmed as the hand she’d placed behind his neck slid down his waist. Shivered as she squeezed the flesh of his hips before leaning back onto the couch.  

The view was certainly a nice one. Yeonwoo not knowing where to place his hands, so he’d let them rest on her stomach. Eyes hazy and lips plump, ready to be kissed again. The needy hum he let out was a beautiful thing. His leaning into her and wrapping his arms around her neck was another. 

“You—you like teasing don’t you Kang Haesol?” He asked with a shy tilt of his head, voice indescribably soft. How Haesol wanted to kiss him. 

Midnight eyes flicked to his lips then back up as she raised her hand to brush her thumb along that plumb lip, “I want it off.” 

Yeonwoo blinked, confused and heating. 

“That dress shirt. I want it off.” She licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering, “I’ll give you another one if it comes off.” 

Yeonwoo flustered away in embarrassment but she’d grasped his wrists—thinner and more fragile than hers—before he could fall off the couch. 

“Wha—what do you mean yo—you want it—o—off?” 

“Exactly what I said,” She wanted it off, “I want it off.” 

Yeonwoo bit his lip confused, flustered as his blush wouldn’t seem to go down, but reluctantly curious, “Why?” He asked, “Why do you want it off?” 

“I’ll make it worth it,” Haesol promised, “You won’t regret it.” 

“I’ll get cold.” 

“You won’t be cold by the time I’m done with you.” 

Yeonwoo flushed at her huskier tone of voice, shaking his hands out of hers to cover his face, “You’re so unfair.” How was he supposed to say no to that? 

Haesol took one of his hands to kiss the back of his palm, “I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

“Pr—promise?” He peeked one eye through the gap in his hand. 

Haesol nodded, “Promise.” 

Yeonwoo’s eyes flicked around the room for a second, finding her fixed gaze on him overwhelming and oh-so devoted. After a second of gazing into starless midnight, he’d relented. With a firm nod he agreed, but— 

“You have to—to close your eyes.” He whispered, motioning her to turn around, “I—I have to take everything off.” 

Haesol would have loved to see but that would be too much. She released his hand in hers and covered her eyes before twisting her torso away from the blushing boy. Everything was silent for a moment. 

“You're not looking right?” He asked voice squeaky. 

“I would never.” She lied. Haesol absolutely would, in a heartbeat. However, she had respect for Yeonwoo’s dignity. “I can’t see a thing.” 

At first, she heard nothing, then the soft rustling and taking off of fabric could be heard. Haesol fought every bone in her body that demanded she look but she didn’t. Yeonwoo’s anger far out-scaled the anger of her inner demons if she were to compare. 

Seconds passed and the rustling stopped. Haesol didn’t look though. She wouldn’t until he’d told her to. 

Her prayers were answered. Yeonwoo had taken her hands—eyes still closed—moved back to sit closer to her knees and have her straighten her back so she likely sat taller than him and finely after what felt like forever (60 seconds) he’d told her, “You can open your eyes now Haesol.” 

What had befallen midnight eyes as she’d opened them was one she would have waited thousands of years to see once. 

That dress shirt was now gone, leaving only the red off-the-shoulder sweater and was it a sight to marvel over. Shoulders exposed and neck already showing signs of her previous bites Haesol’s hands twitched as she withheld the need to pin him to the couch and make him hers. She wanted to mark that neck, paint it hues of red and purple to match the vibrant shade of red he wore, and then some. The shy blush that decorated his cheeks and began its way down his neck was certainly not helping her. Nor was the rise and fall of his chest—teasing prominent collarbones at her just so, the worst form of torture. 

“I—I’m not—you don’t think I’m ugly do you?” Yeonwoo moving closer to sit on her thighs, and that blasphemous sentence, broke her out of her appreciative daze. 

There was only so much Kang Haesol could take. She was patient, chivalrous even but there was only so much she could take. 

Grabbing him by the waist with one hand the other cradled the back of his head. She kissed the pale skin of his shoulder, adoring how he’d wrapped his arms around her neck a moment before flipping them onto the couch. 

Yeonwoo yelped at the sudden change and didn’t get a word in before Haesol spoke above him, her hand cradling his face, thumb fingering at lips open in shock. 

Haesol was a woman of action, not words, “How about I show you how I feel.” 

Yeonwoo blinked at her, the blush that had time to recede coming back with full force. 

Oh. 

Oh!  

Haesol leaned heavily over Yeonwoo. Both their chests heaved the closer she got. Faces close. Noses bearly touching and eyes locked in each other's heated gaze. Lips hovering over, close enough to kiss, so close. 

Yeonwoo was near begging. In fact, he would beg, “Haesol please,” Honey eyes brimming with tears asked as they pulled at the front of her turtleneck, “Please, please, please,” He begged, “Please, Kiss me, ” 

Haesol angled his chin up,  how could she deny him? 

Bridging the gap between them, Haesol was pleased to be rewarded with an open-mouthed kiss. She didn’t need to ask permission as Yeonwoo had already given it to her. Tongue entering him, his arms immediately around her neck,  indulging in all he had to offer. There was no fight for dominance as he’d already given it to her. He already trusted her. 

His moans as she devoured him were her symphony and she was the conductor. Her tongue swirled his, his nails digging into her shoulders at the overwhelming nature of it all but he still wanted more.

Yeonwoo had always been soft and she found that was true inside and out. Her hands ventured under his shirt fondling his middle as the high-waisted pants he was wearing acted as a barrier, refusing her access to skin. Haesol kissed him languidly, tongue devouring yet savoring his taste. 

Yeonwoo wanted more and he pulled her closer, his gasps when she would briefly pull away for air urging she do more. He would look up at her honey eyes wanting, licking moist lips. He wanted more. More. More. He was getting impatient, pressing back hard against her, demanding more. 

Haesol chuckled, the motion causing Yeonwoo to inadvertently shiver and let out a dazed whine. Her teasing lips slid from that pretty mouth to his cheek. His eyelids fluttered shut as she kissed them and the pleasant feeling so much he clutched her back, his toes curling. She glided down to his ear, kissing and nipping at it, smiling at his huffs and whines to finally whisper, “Someone’s impatient aren’t we?” 

Yeonwoo shivered, that voice would be the end of him, “Haesol, please. ” He whined. 

Haesol gently bit his earlobe instead, pulling enough to entice a moan. She smirked as blunt nails dug into the fabric of her turtle neck, his head lolling back from the pleasure the action caused him. 

Her kisses trailed the outline of his jaw, soft yet heated. Haesol hummed in satisfaction as Yeonwoo began stuttering out gasps, one after the other. His head thrown back provided the perfect opportunity to lightly bite below his Adam's apple and he mewed feet kicking at the overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure as tears now fell from honeydew eyes. 

Haesol knew he was holding back. He tried to stifle his moans, only letting out soft gasps and groans. She needed to fix that. 

“Oh—Hae—sol—Oh—Haesol Please—mmmmhhh—There! Please ri—right—Oh!”

It was sudden.

Out of nowhere.

Yeonwoo keened.

Through teary lashes and falling tears looking up at her, Yeonwoo realized she’d bitten him.

“You bit me!” He whined when she did so harder, leaving a mark, “Oh my god, you bit me!” Yeonwoo slurred through a daze. A firm bite, not something soft. A bite that left a Mark.

Haesol had wanted to the moment she saw his neck and shoulder bare and ready for the taking. Wanted to sink her teeth into him. The urge overtook her the moment he’d taken his coat off and she found the dress shirt a hindrance. The assault to his neck and shoulders that occurred after was glorious if she had to say the least. Every bite elicited a high-pitched squeal from Yeonwoo and every suck as she lay mark after mark on increasingly red skin allowing her to hear the beautiful symphony of his moans. 

Yeonwoo lay a shivering mess before long. His hands had slipped from clutching her back with vigor to fall at his sides. His gasps and moans filled the room before long. 

“Oh, Haesol—mmh—please no more—oh! No more!” He pleaded in between bites and kisses. 

Haesol hovered over his lips, “Weren't you the one who asked me for more?” 

He breathed in the air she breathed out, feeling light-headed, “Too much,” Yeonwoo looked at her through half-lid eyes, beautiful tears falling, “Too much.” 

Haesol simply kissed him again. Her tongue pushed down into him in easy dominance that left Yeonwoo breathlessly overwhelmed. His eyes widened yet he couldn’t help but submit. Lashes fluttering shut, he kissed back. It was weak with how he was left spent from her previous assault but he didn’t care. He would kiss her back no matter how tired he may have been. Haesol sucked at his tongue, the action too dirty and even more so as she held eye contact Yeonwoo swore his world was spinning.

Her hands gave an experimental squeeze of his chest and that seemed to have done it. Yeonwoo’s legs shook beside her and they fell. His body lay shaking and limp underneath her. She pulled away, there lips parting with an obscene ‘pop ’, finely letting herself relish in her accomplishment. 

Yeonwoo was a mess as he lay on the couch. Quivering not from cold but from the overwhelming heat of the joy she had poured into him. A dazed expression settled over him, honey eyes hazy with pleasure. Pretty red bitten and moist lips open, mouth agape with a bit of drool sliding down his cheek. 

With a hand cupping Yeonwoo’s cheek, Kang Haesol swiped that hint of saliva away, smirking at glazed-over amber eyes, “You look beautiful like this Yeonwoo.” she gave him a peck, “Does that answer your question?” 

Yeonwoo couldn’t respond. His breaths were all that could be heard as he watched her through hazy eyes. The overwhelming nature of her display leaving him a mess. A shaking, barely stuttering, mess. 

That—the room door beeped with warning of new coming arrivals—is how the gang found them. 

Yeonwoo, nearly dead on the couch, everything in disarray, while Haesol remained untouched. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Junhyuk yelled as he practically threw the items he carried to a shocked and fading Jinwoo, running to Yeonwoo. 

“OMG Haesol what did you do?” Yeseul and Nari followed not soon after. 

In an instant, Yeonwoo was taken from her and now he was surrounded by frantic friends fanning him. 

Junhyuk Yelled, “OH MY GOD HE’S NOT BREATHING!” 

“YEONWOO STAY WITH US!” Nari pleaded. 

Yeseul pointed at her, “HAESOL YOU WERE ON PROBATION WTF!” 

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” They all asked in unison. 

“…” 

Haesol blinked, “Nothing.” 

They all gaped at her Yeonwoo coming too in Yeseul and Nari’s arms, “What the Fuck you mean nothing!?”

Notes:

When Yeonwoo comes back to life.

The gang: OMG Yeonwoo are you ok???

Yeonwoo: I can die happy now.

Haesol snatching him away: Not if I have anything to say about it.

The gang: Kang Haesol get away from the pretty boy NOW!

Safe to say she got her Yeonwoo privileges revoked for another week.

[seungminnie1]

Mcnd cuddles

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I hope you enjoy reading!

(He looks so cute in this)

Castle J: I feel like he is the type of boyfriend when cuddling he would not let you go. Like if you have to go to the bathroom he would say hold it for five more minutes. He loves cuddling every time he see’s you and doesn’t care who’s watching.

BIC: The type to try to make you laugh while you two are cuddling. He would make you laugh if you were in a good or bad mood. you love to play with his hair when you two are cuddling.

Minjae: Big Cuddle Bear! would love to wrap you in his arms and have your head on his chest or his head on your chest. He would keep you warm and likes to feel like he is protecting you. Also like Castle J he might not let you go and good luck trying because he is really strong.

Huijun: Huijun would love to cuddle you especially when it is night time and he just came home from practice and you are still awake even though he told you not to wait up for him. 

When he gets out of the shower he sees you laying in bed waiting for him again and he jokingly scolds you saying you should be asleep. when he lays down next to you you cuddle into his chest, he kisses your face all over before he sings you to sleep.

Win: He is honestly hard to figure out for me, but I feel like he would like cuddling. He would hold you in his arms and put his leg over you (Like in the gif). He also might be a little like Castle J and not let you get up but only if he hasn’t seen you for a while.

Hope you liked it

[leekeonhe]

song minjae.

— dance practice.

“minjae oh my god! come here!” his heart dropped. “oh my god! what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” questions pouring out of his mouth as he rushed over to you

“im fine silly goose! i just put too much lotion on!-“ you say putting your hands up as ‘evidence’ “see?” he chuckled a soft laugh, “yes I see”

“here take some” before getting a response you wipe the extra lotion on his hands, he’s blushing. “thank you, love” he says flashing a soft smile that is complimented by his light blush

[ timeskip]

he plays with his very soft hands as he thinks of you, smiling and in complete bliss. “hey dude are you okay?” huijun asks, “ive been trying to get you to do this move but you keep spacing” his words go in through one ear and out the other.

minjae puts his hands up to his nose as the soft smell of flowers fills his senses and he gets the feeling of butterflies and bubbles in his tummy. yeah, minjae is in love.

[a/n it’s something a little different! :), i thought this concept was cute! not sure if anyone has done this but let me know if they have! :D]

[junhyukiscute]

I had a dream about minjae, so minjae and i were in the same class and every morning he would greet me with a soft peck on the lips and banana milk 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 -🐥anon

author note: bruh. give me your dreams. i dreamt that i showered with bath and body works hand soap and some crazy woman tried to kill me. GIVE. ME. YOUR. DREAMS. also i made this into a blurb cause it was too cute :D

(7:53 am) you yawned and laid your head on your pencil pouch, sleepy from last night after facetiming your boyfriend until the early hours of the morning. the teacher hadn’t arrived yet so as you were dozing off into your dreamland, a cold object had been placed on your cheek, making you lazily swat it away.

“honey,” a low voice whined playfully.

your head shot up immediately after recognizing the voice. you saw minjae looking down at you with a bright smile and holding a banana milk in one hand with two straws in the other. you rubbed your eyes before smiling back up at him.

“you’re here late, aren’t you?” you joked, poking his stomach.

“yeah yeah,” minjae rolled his eyes before bending down and gently grabbing your chin to place a peck on your lips. “good morning. i bought banana milk, wanna share?”