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[juyogf]

blow your mind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 3.4k

tags : afab reader, fluff and crack if you squint, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both ways), vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, seob is a virgin, original characters, soul mentioned

synopsis : your best friend asks you to help him get ready for a date

part two

an : my account has grown so much and it's only been a week thank u!!! i'm lurking on x for all the p1 waterbomb content rn i'm going insane

"you're a virgin?"

jongseob's eyes widened and he could feel his face turn red as he shot you a glare.

"what's wrong with that?"

"nothing's wrong!" you throw your hands up in defense. "i just saw you sneak into a bedroom with a girl at shota's party last month, so i assumed."

"we made out and did... other things. but it didn't escalate past that."

you nodded, shifting in your spot on jongseob's bedroom floor. "so what are you asking me right now?"

he takes a bite of his samgyetang and doesn't dare look you in the eye. "minju asked me to hangout at her house on friday and i wanna be ready."

"so you wanna fuck?"

"well when you put it like that—"

"why me? being able to say you lost your v-card to bae minju is something to brag about."

"it would be less awkward with you, i think. you're... experienced, right?"

"yeah, but having drunk sex once doesn't make me an all-knowing prostitute, seob." you giggle, pretending to look into an imaginary crystal ball. he doesn't seem to find it funny.

"i just thought i'd ask, if you don't want to then it's okay."

you shake your head, scooting closer to him so that you're side by side, arms grazing his. "i'll do it." his head shoots up. "i just don't want your expectations to be crazy high. i'm not that freaky."

he laughs before his face turns serious again. "are you sure? did i pressure you?"

"oh my god, seobie. yes, i'm sure. when did you say you were going to minju's?"

"friday night."

"okay, so we have," you grab your phone to check the time. "five days. let's take it slow? we can do other stuff first."

"other stuff? as in...?"

"what, you wanted to get straight to it?"

"NO! i mean— no. we can do other stuff first, yeah."

"great. wanna start now?" the way you were being so nonchalant and casual about everything had jongseob sweating.

"now? right here?"

"on your bed, dumbass. unless you want to finger me on the floor." oh. jongseob was not unaccustomed to your blunt way of speaking, but he swore the temperature in the room dropped 5 degrees when you stood up and turned around to offer your hand to help him up too. you hoped he didn't notice how much your palms were sweating. you crawled onto his bed, leaning against the wall and burned holes in the back of his head as you watched him turn the lights down.

"how do you wanna do this?" he asked, voice low as he situated himself next to you.

"you tell me! this was your idea." the way you were staring at him gave him the confidence to wrap his hands around your waist and haul you into his lap. you squealed, giggling as you felt him place his big hands on the sides of your thighs. jongseob wasn't sure if he should kiss you— something that would make this feel a little too intimate— which was a boundary he wasn't sure you were okay with crossing, so he opted for the next best thing. he lowered his head, nudging your chin with his nose so he'd have better access to your neck.

the first thing you feel is his teeth scraping against you before his lips close around your skin. your breath hitched as he sucked and kissed bruises into your neck, your eyes trained on his ceiling as he adjusted the neckline of your shirt to expose your collarbones. you let out a whine when he started to pinch your nipples through your shirt as he attached himself to you again. you were sure when you left his place later your neck would be entirely purple.

you inhale sharply when he suddenly detaches from you with a pop, hands gripping your waist again to flip you so you were no longer facing him. your back was now flat against his, his hands still on your waist as sounds of his breathing filled your ear. you felt him fiddle with the outline of your panties that poked out of your pants slightly.

"is this okay?" he whispered, and you mindlessly nodded, completely wrecked just by the sound of his voice. it was a joint effort as you both began tugging your pants down, followed by your lacy panties that you hoped he thought were pretty. it didn't matter since they were immediately thrown to the floor as his hand snuck between your legs.

you gasped and your eyes squeezed shut when you felt his fingers begin to trace a path around your core. he spread your slick around, testing the waters before he slowly rubbed at your clit.

"fuck, how're you so wet already?"

"been horny all week. oops." your giggle turns into a moan as he circles your clit at a pace that has you losing control, legs twitching and mouth snapping open. without thought, your hips desperately buck upwards into nothing as strangled sounds escape your mouth.

you reach behind you to grip his arm with one hand and bed sheets with the other. "seobie, fuck!" he continues to massage your clit as he slowly slipped a finger inside your sopping hole, and you only register then just how big his hands are, as you feel him reach so deep inside you that it has you gasping for air and breathing his name. he curls his fingers inside of you, moving them in and out at a similar pace to his other hand. the only sound you could hear in his room was your pussy squelching with every movement he made.

it was so, so wrong that jongseob was the one to elicit these noises from you, but the thrill of having your best friend in this way— in this unfamiliar, uncharted way— only pushed you closer to your limit. the way he whispered in your ear, telling you how good you were doing for him did not help as you began to see stars, hips matching the speed of his hands as they pathetically rutted upwards every time he hit that spot.

"don't stop— oh my god, seob, seob, seob. i'm so close."

he pressed his fingers hard against your walls. "i got you, go on."

lewd, broken moans spill from your lips as your orgasm hit you at full force, walls sucking his fingers inside, cum leaking out of you onto his bed sheets. the only thing keeping you in place is his chest, and you leaned into it as your body spasmed, looking down at yourself to see the mess you made of his bedding and to watch his fingers slow down and eventually slip out of you.

you lay against him for a moment, panting, taking a second to come back to reality before you shoot up, spinning around to slap his arm.

"ow!"

"seob! i thought you said you were inexperienced! that was insane! i don't think i've ever finished that hard on a guy's fingers in my life!" he sits in shock as you ramble, and a grin slowly creeps its way onto his face.

"i've never had sex. never said i wasn't good at the other stuff." your jaw drops, and suddenly you are very aware that your entire lower half is fully exposed to him, so you stand up and scan the room for the spot that your clothes were thrown to. he fiddled awkwardly with his hands as he watched you get dressed.

"so..." you start, "i forgot i have plans with joohyun tonight. she just texted." you hold your phone up to show him. "can we continue this tomorrow?"

he stared at you, now stood in his doorway. "i— yeah. same time, same place?" his palms were sweating at the sight of your pretty face that was now completely disheveled because of him.

"yeah. i'll return the favor, too. bye, seobie." he opens his mouth to say something in response, but you're already out the door.

-

you

[8:34pm] im omw!!!

seobie 🐯

[8:39pm] ordering food now u want wings?

you quickly typed out a reply before shoving your phone back into your pocket. you felt the tips of your ears burning, as they had been every time an image of jongseob's face popped into your head during the last 24 hours. it only registered with you when you had gotten home the night before that you had gotten yourself in deep shit, considering that you didn't think any guy would be able to get you off with his fingers again after the stunt jongseob pulled. if he was as good with his mouth as he was with his fingers— which you were sure he was, given the way he could rap— then you were absolutely screwed.

you could feel arousal pool between your legs as you walked down a side street towards jongseob's apartment, thinking about how good he would feel with his face between your legs, his hands wandering all over— you paused, noticing that you had somehow walked 4 blocks in what seemed like 30 seconds, and were now stood outside of jongseob's building.

you text him to buzz you in, which he does, and you felt your hands shake as you hiked the stairs up to the third floor. you had no idea why, he was the same seobie he'd always been, except now he knew what your vagina looked like. so what?

you let yourself in with the spare key he'd given you when he first moved in, and you find him sat in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. you slide your bag off your arm and mindlessly toss it into a corner with a thud to signal your entrance to him.

"hey."

"hi, seobie." you sit on the edge of his bed and he moves to sit next to you. you tug at his shirt. "this new?"

"uh, yeah. i got it last week."

"it's nice. you wanna take it off?" he turns to you, dumbfounded at your straightforwardness, and watches in awe as you immediately begin to peel your tank top off your body, leaving you in only a sheer blue bralette that showed off your perky tits and the outline of your nipples. jongseob's cheeks flush and he can feel his dick harden in his sweatpants at the sight of the hickeys he had left on your body. you crawl closer to him and smile as you touch his arm. he wordlessly tosses his baggy t-shirt to the side and pulls you to straddle his lap.

he tugs on your bra. "this is pretty."

"thank you. i thought you'd like it." you whisper, and he feels the wind get knocked out of him.

jongseob remembered in that moment that all of this— all of you— was supposed to be getting him ready to please another girl. he definitely found himself forgetting after you left the night before, recalling how he relentlessly jerked himself off in his shower with you in mind, the noises he evoked from you and the facial expressions you made as he worked you through you orgasm taking over his thoughts.

he doesn't even register that you had ducked down and started to suck at his collarbone, mumbling something along the lines of said i'd return the favor. you use your tongue to lick a path down his chest, sucking bruises into his skin the same way he did to you, and his breathing picks up as he watches you drop to your knees. you hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down with no hesitation. you're slightly overwhelmed by how big he looks, intimidated by the tent in his boxers. you finally tear the fabric away to reveal his cock— which is just as long and girthy as you expected— and it hits his stomach with a dull thud.

you slide your hand up his length a few times, to get a better feel of his size, and he lets out a low, strangled groan as he grips the edge of his bed. it's hot to the touch and is already dripping with precum, so you take him in your mouth, smearing the salty pre against your tongue.

he cries out, and it turns you on in a way you can't describe. every sound he made because of you had your panties dampening by the second, a soft moan that left your lips was muffled by his tip in your mouth. your tongue licked at his tip painfully slow, and it had jongseob's hands moving to your hair as begs spilled from his lips.

"holy shit, yn, please, please."

he sinks deeper into your mouth, thighs threatening to close around your head in pleasure as the underside of his cock slides against your tongue. you take him down your throat inch by inch, as far as your gag reflex would allow. you wrap a hand around the base of his cock when you feel like you can't push any further. you started to move your head up and down, tears pricking your eyes at the way your jaw ached every time his length hit the back of your throat.

you were a gagging, choking mess, and jongseob couldn't hold back as he subconsciously began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking your throat.

"holy fuck i'm so fucking close holyfuckholyfuck." a string of curses left his mouth before he let out one final cry of your name, ropes of come squirting out of his tip as he wrecked your throat. you grin when you finally pull off of him, wiping the mixture of spit and cum off your chin. you watch his chest rise and fall as he laid back against his mattress to catch his breath.

"please," he breathes out, causing your ears to perk up. "please let me eat your pussy."

you let out a laugh at his desperation, but don't say anything in opposition as you tug your pants off and join him on the bed. he repositions himself so that his head is on his pillow and you throw one of your legs over his body so that they rested on either side of him and your core hovered over his face, his hands now rooted on your hips to hold you in place. his nose nudged your blue panties that matched your bralette and he used his teeth to pull at the fabric before he moved his hand farther up your thigh to rip them off of you and discard them to the floor.

you throw your head back as his tongue made contact with your sopping hole, swirling it around the rim. your hands fly to hold onto his headboard when he tilts his head upwards so that he could suck your swollen clit into his mouth, whimpers leaving your lips as a sudden pang of jealousy hits you when you thought about the other girls jongseob had probably done this with. you have no idea why.

his head moved at a steady rhythm as he licked through your folds over and over, tongue flicking upwards whenever he circled back to your clit. your toes curled and your back arched with every stroke, waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. he grunted and whined into your cunt as you grinded against his face, desperately chasing the high you felt coming closer every time he stuck his tongue in your entrance or harshly sucked your clit.

your legs trembled and your grip on his bed frame hardened as you flooded his tongue, screaming his name when he did one final swipe through your slit to lap up your fluids, leaving only his spit after he finally pulled away.

when your legs stopped shaking and your senses came back to you, you shuffled down his body so that your hips were touching, lifting yours up slightly so he could sit up and have you on his lap again. you felt his rock hard cock press against you and you don't even register that you had leaned forward to kiss him until you felt his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue moving against yours. he kissed you with a pent-up passion that could only come from a first kiss, and you could taste yourself on him and it made you moan out loud into his mouth. he kissed you harder to swallow any sounds you were making.

you hated how good it felt to be held by him like this, knowing that it wasn't truly for you, but you were willing to take what you could get. jongseob, on the other hand, could only think about how he was never going to look in another girl's direction again.

"mmphm. seobie." you whined and he realized your bra was still on when the mesh of it rubbed against his chest, so he went to fiddle with the strap and peel it off of you, arm by arm. he grabbed your tit and pinched at your hard nipples, never getting enough of the sounds that came out of your mouth for him. you pulled away from him— immediately missing the feeling of his mouth on yours— and batted your lashes at him.

"do you wanna do it now?" he stared at you, head nodding vehemently. you grinned at the way his cock twitched just at the idea of being inside of you. in a sudden movement, he surged forward to hook his forearms under your thighs and flip your position so that he was on top of you, your head hitting his pillow. he lifted his hips until the head of his cock caught on your clit, hips pulling back after to drag it through your slit and eventually to your entrance.

"you're sure?" you mumble, and he doesn't hesitate to slide inside of you. you didn't remember him being this big in your throat but apparently he was, because you felt like you were being split apart, mouth agape and eyes shutting as he pressed deeper inside of you. he's kissing you before you have the chance to breathe, kissing you with so much fervor that had you questioning everything you've ever felt towards him. he pulled away and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. you found yourself doubting that he was a virgin, considering the way he seemed so familiar with his thrusts. you could feel him in your stomach as he pounded into you, feeling every inch, throb and twitch of his cock against your walls.

his hand gripped your hip and you tilted your head to watch his mushroom tip slip in and out of you, moaning at the sound of your own wetness. you wrap your legs around his middle and he lifts his hips up to fuck you at an angle that had you losing vision, your grunts and moans mixing together as he bends down to reconnect your lips for the third time tonight.

he speeds up, hips now moving at a pace that has your jaw snapping open. you don't even have to tell him that you're close, the way your moans of his name became more incoherent and the way your face began to crumple were signal enough. he moved his hand from your hip to between your thighs as he incessantly rubbed your clit, kissing your neck as you babbled praise against him, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"oh, fuck." jongseob could barely hear his own voice breaking as you squeezed around him, his arms shook overtop of you and his thrusts became messier at the sound of you calling for him.

"jongseob! gonna— gonna come!" you sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing down your face, and you reached to pull him closer to you as you came around him. your gummy walls squeezed impossibly tighter, fluttering around his now twitching cock as he pulled out and spilled onto your stomach. he flopped down beside you, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach as you both floated back to consciousness.

you shifted in your spot to look at him. "i don't believe you."

"huh?'

"you are not a virgin!"

"what? yes i am— ah— was." he sputters and you giggle, moving next to him to drape your arm over his middle and rest your face against his neck. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then grabbed your chin to angle your face so he could kiss your lips. you sigh.

"seobie?" he hums in response.

"what about minju?"

"…who?"

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[juyogf]

unwind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x producer!reader

18+ mdni

wc : 1.1k

: fwb to ???

tags : afab reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, size kink, studio chairs aren't comfy, seob + reader are the same age, oneshot

synopsis : long story short , studio sex with your sneaky link

an : i literally wanna swallow him whole (this is dedicated to @kisseobie 💘)

“it would sound cleaner if you added a drop before the second verse... and maybe vocal reverb at the end of this section?" you point to his computer screen, he nods in return.

“ah… you’re right.” he reaches across you to fiddle with his computer mouse.

being a newer hire at fnc, you had spent most of your nights in the building alone, too busy working to attempt to make friends. that was until jongseob started to frequent the studio you occupied, the two of you quickly realizing that you were so very alike. over the course of a few months it began to feel unnatural when you weren’t by his side.

somewhere along the way, after one too many bottles of soju following a particularly hard day, a conversation about sexual frustration and the difficulties of dating as workaholics lead to you on your knees, gagging and choking on his cock.

jongseob had called you in tonight because he wanted your advice on a solo song he'd been struggling with, and you were more than happy to help him.

"seob, this is really good!"

"you think? i didn't want to scrap it after all the time i spent on it." he chuckles lightly, seemingly unconvinced.

"no, seriously, a few minor tweaks and it's perfect." you leaned into him to grab the mouse and click 'play'. you pulled back slightly and looked at him as the melody flooded your ears. giggling, you put your hand on his arm and batted your lashes, "you need more confidence, jongseob."

jongseob knew what you were doing, and he was not at all opposed to it. a grin crept onto his face as he spun his chair to the left to face you, raising his brows and cocking his head to the side. "i have confidence, you of all people should know that."

"mhm... wanna show me what you're so confident about, seobie?" you made the first move, opting to roll your chair into his so your knees were touching. you look up and watch as his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips.

your noses were touching now, jongseob being the one to initiate a soft kiss that had you subconsciously reaching for the nape of his neck to pull him closer to you. you feel him move his arms to hook under your legs, pulling you onto his lap. your thighs sat on either side of his and he kneaded your skin with his hands as the kiss turned heated, a low, pleased groan escaping his mouth as your bodies pressed impossibly closer. you could feel his excitement beneath you, a pathetic groan leaving him as he instinctively grinded your hips together, desperate for friction.

"want me to help you out, seob?" you smile against his lips, thoroughly enjoying watching him breakdown beneath you simply from dry humping. he lets out a strained please, so despite the uncomfortable position, you reach into his pants and boxers to pull out his throbbing cock. wrapping your hand around his shaft, you stroke him slowly, teasing him, before speeding up your pace. he gasps as you twist your hand around him, your other hand moving to toy with his balls.

"you're so unreal. such a good fucking girl for me. doing s— so well for me." he groans, tilting his head towards the ceiling. his leg twitched as he finished, cum staining his t-shirt as he let out moans of your name.

he suddenly sticks his hand between your thighs, muttering, "lift up slightly." so he can tug your shorts down.

he slides his fingers along the outline of your wet panties. "look at you," he coos, "such a mess and i've barely touched you." he sneaks a finger beneath the fabric and lightly circles your throbbing clit.

"seobie," you whine.

"i'm listening."

"jongseob, please."

he tried to hide the effect your pleading had on him, ultimately failing when he makes eye contact with you, feeling himself drowning in the desperate look you threw him. he slides two fingers through your folds, teasing your hole before slipping them inside. he scissored his long fingers into your walls and watched as your face crumpled. "got a lot to say now, huh baby?"

you attempt to snap back with a snarky response, but all that leaves your mouth is a strangled moan. he chuckled before using his other hand to cup your cheek and pull you into a sweet kiss, hips pathetically bouncing into his hand as he worked you through your orgasm. once your thighs stopped shaking he took his hand out of your panties and pressed his fingers to your lips.

"open."

you tasted yourself as you sucked on his digits, sucking every last drop of you off of him. you looked at his crotch afterwards, noticing that he was painfully hard again.

"i don't have a condom this time." he winces.

you press a kiss to his mouth in response, "s'all good. i'm on the pill."

looking at the clock on the wall that read 5:45am, you mutter against his lips, "need to be quiet and hurry... staff gonna show up soo— ah!" you're cut off as he grips your waist to line himself up with your soaking entrance. no matter how many times he's been inside of you, you couldn't seem to adjust to the girth of his cock. your toes curled and eyes filled with tears as you sank down on him. jongseob lets out a low groan as your tight walls pulse around him. you pause for a moment, before pulling off of him almost all the way off and snapping your hips forward. you bounced on his cock as you both panted into each other's mouths, completely lost in pleasure.

"my baby girl, always taking my cock so well."

you cry out, "feels so fucking good, seobie!"

explicit moans leave your lips as you feel yourself grow closer, no longer able to see straight as he babbles sweet nothings into your neck.

"come on my cock, yn."

you see stars, mewling frantically as your hips stuttered, thrusts losing rhythm as you reached your climax. you let out a gasp at the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you, prolonging your orgasm even further.

"oh my god, so tight." jongseob cries out your name as he comes, stuffing you full as he bucked his hips upward. after you both came down from your highs, you slumped against him, breathing heavily into his neck.

"fuck... do we have time for another round?"

-

you sat in the company kitchen later that day, turning around when you heard your boss call your name from behind you.

"there are some weird stains on the chairs in studio 3... do you know who was in there last?"

you grin at him.

"nope, not a clue!"

© juyogf please do not copy my work

[juyogf]

stupid cupid (soul)

ꕤ haku shota 白翔太 (soul) x choreographer!reader

18+ mdni

wc : 2.3k

: friends to lovers

tags : afab reader, fluff, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, talk of wet dreams, porn with plot (kinda), most basic smut ull ever read oops, jongseob + intak mentioned, reader and shota are the same age, cupid in this case is shotas horny mind, oneshot

synopsis : having a wet dream about a staff member is not the way to go

an : catch me in my writer era … i listened to nct dreams stupid cupid as i wrote this (this only took an hour and i didn't proof read so pls lmk if there's errors)

shota had a problem.

shota had a big problem, a problem he never even considered could be a problem until a few nights before, as he sat up in bed with one hand covering his mouth while the other fisted his throbbing cock, following the explicit dream he had just woken up from.

said problem was his choreographer and friend, who ever since that night has been looking a little too beautiful and perfect for comfort.

and now said problem was touching his waist to help him perfect the move he was working on, and shota was doing everything in his power to keep his erection from showing. as a dancer, he took pride in his body and movement, but right now he felt so out of control of himself and it made him want to melt into the floor where he was currently laying.

"—ta?"

all of a sudden he longed to know what you tasted like, to feel your hands in places where you'd never touched him befo—

"shota!" you yell.

he shoots up. "huh?"

"are you okay? these past few days you've been... out of it. is there something you want to talk about?"

yeah, because you were definitely the right person to confide in about his issue.

"i'm fine... i'm, um, sick?"

your face scrunches in concern. "why are you here if you're sick? go home and sleep. it's getting late anyway." you grab his arm to get him off the ground before pressing your palms flat against his back to shove him out of the studio.

"text me if you're still feeling off tomorrow. i can finish off the section we were working on, if that's okay with you?" he could only stare at you. how were you so pretty and perfect and hard working and competent and talented and pretty—

"soul," you wave your hand in front of his face, "are you sure you can make it back to your dorm alone? you don't seem... in good condition right now."

he nods, "i— yeah, i'll be fine. i'll text you when i'm home." you were left in confusion as he backed towards the elevator in big, awkward steps. he lets out a sigh of relief as soon as the metal doors shut.

keeping up with his grueling schedule was tough enough as it is, and this was not helping relieve the constant pressure on his shoulders.

-

"jongseob." shota spoke as he lay in bed that night, turning to face his friend that was sat upright in the bed across the room, nintendo switch in hand.

"hm?" he doesn't look up from his game.

"do you ever have, um... dreams?"

jongseob furrows his brow, letting out a laugh. "yeah, i have dreams sometimes. whats this about?"

"no, i mean, like, those kind of dreams."

he looked up, face morphing into one of disgust. "aw, dude, that's nasty!"

"i'm serious! i need help!" his face burned.

"okay, who was it?" he tosses his switch in front of him.

shota covers his face with his hands, letting out a muffled, "yn." he was sure his face was the equivalent color to a ripe tomato.

jongseob snorts, shaking his head as he reaches for his game again. "don't you like her anyway? ask her out. me and intak have a bet going, so if you did id make $20. no pressure though."

shota shoots upright. "what are you talking about? i don't like her."

the face jongseob makes in response is one that has shota inwardly reflecting on every single interaction hes ever had with you.

"if she doesn't reciprocate it would make both of our jobs very awkward."

"dude... whenever i see you two interact she's completely smitten. she likes you. i even heard some of the other staff talking about it last week." jongseob reaches for the lamp on his nightstand and shuts it off, leaving the room in darkness.

shota sighs, smushing his face in his pillow, still feeling unsure as sleep washes over him.

-

shota 👽

[8:37am] i'm sick (¬_¬”) don't wait up for me

you

[8:41am] feel better!

you stared at your phone screen, mentally running through everything you were supposed to get done today, then racked your brain to scheme up a way to finish before noon. you quickly finished the final steps of shota's routine and dropped off some footage at your bosses office before speed walking out of the fnc building to the nearest pharmacy.

-

when shota answered the incessant knocking at his door that woke him up from his nap, the last person he expected to see was you, much less expected to see you with arms full of gatorade bottles and various painkillers and cough syrups.

"ah... i wasn't sure what you needed, so i got everything. gatorade is supposed to be good for dehydration." you rambled, and he wanted nothing more then to kiss the words out of your mouth.

"you didn't have to do all this." he gestures you into the kitchen, and you drop the pile of cure-all on his counter. he tries to hide the grin that was sneaking onto his face.

"gah, don't make fun of me! i was worried, you've been acting super weird. have you seen a doctor yet?"

"no... uh, it didn't seem necessary."

"what kind of sickness do you even have? a fever?" you stand on your tiptoes to press your palm to his forehead. "weird... you don't feel hot, but your face is super red."

it was ironic, because shota felt like his face was on fire. every time you stepped closer to him and pressed your hands to his body, he could feel his blood rush straight to his dick.

he realized he was staring when you tapped his elbow. you were way too close to him now, your brow furrowed as you inspected his face. all of a sudden he felt something brush against his groin.

he froze. you froze.

you looked down to where your hand sat, mouth opened slightly. "you're not actually sick... are you?" you spoke slow as you looked back up at him, and the soft tone of your voice was not helping shota as he frantically searched his brain for the right response.

sensing his panic, you continued, motioning to his crotch. "is this... for me?" shota thanked god for your confidence that he loves so much.

he searched your eyes for any look of disinterest or discomfort. when all he found was a look that made him feel like he was being swallowed whole, he nodded, voice dropping an octave. "for you."

you took his response as a green light to step forward and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your hips to press your clothed cunt into his hard cock. groaning, he reciprocated by thrusting his hips forward, desperate for friction. you let out a squeak when he reached to grip your waist with one hand, cheek with the other.

you could feel his breath fan your face as he stared at you.

you grinned. "are you gonna kiss me, or just stand ther—"

he cuts you off, smashing his lips to yours. he feels you sigh and he can't help but smile against you. it isn't long before it escalates, groaning into each other's mouths as your tongues dance together. he feels you begin to walk backwards to lead him into his shared bedroom.

"do you know when your members are coming back?" you spoke between frantic kisses, as if he was your only source of oxygen.

"they talked about having dinner plans later, which could stretch out past midnigh—" he held his breathe as you sucked at his neck to cut him off. he grabs your thighs with his strong arms to lift you into his lap and sits down on the edge of his bed. you pulled back to play with the bottom of his t-shirt. taking the hint, he reached to lift it off, leaving his abs that you can't help but ogle at in all their glory. while you're distracted, he unzips your hoodie and throws it to the floor, leaving you in only a red lacy bra.

"were you planning on jumping me before you got here? wearing something so pretty..."

you giggled, kissing your way down his neck, licking at his abs before situating yourself between his legs. he tugged his shorts and boxers down, and his thick, hard cock hit his stomach with a smack, already leaking with precum. you hummed in delight when shota twitched as you licked at his tip, hands moving to wrap around the base of his dick as you took him in your mouth.

"oh, god, yn."

you let out a strangled noise when you started to bob your head, matching the pace of your mouth with your hand as you fisted the bottom of his length where your mouth couldn't reach. you could hear his breathing grow faster and his hips begin to twitch as he grunted out your name over and over, ropes of cum painting your throat as you suctioned your lips to his tip.

"you didn't last very long." you giggled as you pulled off of him, licking your lips to get the remainder of his cum off of your face. shota didn't think he'd ever seen something so sexy, and it wasn't helping him as he attempted to catch his breath before responding to you.

"couldn't help it, you... fuckin— dreamt about that. dreamt about you. you're so— fuck."

you crawled back on top of him, pressing your mouth to his. he chased your lips when you pulled away. cocking your head to the side, you looked into his eyes innocently. "dreams about me? what did you dream about, sho?" shota swore he was going to die if you kept looking at him like that.

"dreamt... about this." he doesn't give you the chance to question him further before hes pulling himself beneath you so his face sits between your thighs.

he tugs at your shorts and panties with his teeth. "can i take these off?"

"please."

shota feels the air knock out of him as he looks straight into your dewy pussy. he kisses your inner thigh, "wet for me, baby?"

"all for you, sho. dreamt about this too— oh!" you gasp when you feel shota press his nose into your core. wasting no time, he presses a kiss to your clit and slides his tongue through your folds in one painfully long lick. your hands flew to grip his long blonde hair, hips bucking upwards in a hopeless attempt to chase the pleasure you were feeling.

"patience, baby."

shota realized quickly that he couldn't follow his own advice, already addicted to the taste of you. how did you taste this good? he licked and sucked at your clit like a starved man, speeding up when he felt your grip on his hair tighten. the pretty noises you were making were making him groan into you in return, and he could feel his dick growing harder by the second.

"sho, oh my god! m'close, m'so close!"

to help push you over the edge, he took 2 fingers and quickly slid them into your hole, fingertips pressing into your gummy walls over and over. you felt the rubber band in your core snap as you reached your climax, hips spasming as he pulled his fingers out and quickly latched his mouth to your cunt, licking up every last drop of your release.

giving you a chance to come back to earth, he slowly readjusts himself so he's over top of you again, and he can't help but marvel at the mess he's made you. the sight of your red cheeks and teary eyes alone nearly had him orgasming a second time.

"need you inside of me." you breathe, leaning up to connect your lips in a lazy kiss. shota reaches into his bottom drawer to grab a condom, quickly ripping the packaging and sliding it over his length. he grabbed his cock with one hand, aligning it with your hole.

"are you sure?" he muttered against your lips. when you responded with frantic nods, he didn't waste a second to sink himself into you slowly, holding back a groan at the feeling of you stretching out as your walls squeezed his cock, and at the whines and begs that began to spill from your mouth. he slowly started to move and you matched his rhythm, hips bucking together. you hadn't even noticed that your bra had come off at some point until you felt shotas lips attach to your tit, licking and sucking while he groped the other.

"prettiest fucking girl in the whole world. want you all to myself. so fucking perfect." your whining intensified at his words, tears falling down your cheeks.

"yours, sho! m'yours!" you began to lose all ability to form coherent sentences as he pounded into your cunt, grabbing your thighs to readjust your legs so he'd have better access to your hole. your thrusts became messier as you felt yourself reaching your high, and the chants of your name that were leaving his mouth signaled that he was too.

"gonna come, baby?" he kissed the corner of your mouth.

"yeah i— shota!" you saw white as your orgasm washed over you, mouth wide open. shota followed shortly after, chanting your name into your skin as he emptied into the condom and pulled out of you. you both took a minute to recollect yourselves, and you watched in a daze as shota left the room, only to return a minute later with a towel. he wordlessly cleaned you up before crawling back into bed. he pulled you into his chest and you reached for his hand to intertwine your fingers.

"in case that wasn't clear enough, i really really like you." you shyly tuck your face into his neck, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. shota kissed the top of your head and played with a strand of your hair.

"good, because i really really like you too."

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[juyogf]

talk talk (san)

ꕤ choi san 최산 (san) x reader

wc : 1.5k

tags : afab reader, fluff, crack, alcohol consumption, ateez ensemble mentioned

synopsis : san claiming to be a heavy drinker ends in a drunken confession

an : clips of drunk san make me giggle i had to write this (ib talk talk - snsd)

"you are a lightweight. don't make me laugh." wooyoung leans back in his chair, nursing his just opened beer.

"honestly, i'm good at drinking! i'll prove it." as much as you want to reach forward and stop san from downing an entire bottle of peach soju, your own tipsiness keeps you rooted in your seat between mingi and yeosang. you watch san barely flinch as the liquid in the pink bottle empties down his throat.

"is he crazy?" you hear yeosang mumble next to you, "last time he did this we had to carry him home."

"let him be, we've seen this before. he's not going to stop until he manages to prove woo wrong." you suddenly find the energy to lean forward to push your third mojito of the night away from you and grab your water bottle.

"no more for you?" mingi nudges your shoulder.

"nah." you shake your head, "just being buzzed like this reminds me how much i hate drinking."

"your loss." he shrugs, standing to move towards a pretty girl that was seated at the opposite end of your table. you could hear the rain from outside hitting the windows of the bar, turning around to watch the water drip down the glass panes.

"ha! san's turning red!" you hear yunho yell, but are too unbothered and tired to move your head the 45 degrees that would allow you to see him.

"are you feeling okay?" yeosang whispers, noticing how you were facing away from the rest of your friends, head hanging over the back of your chair.

"mhm. just have a headache, is all."

"do you want me to take you home?"

"it's okay, i'll stick around as long as the rest of you guys want to stay." you reposition yourself so that you are facing the rest of the group again, grabbing the half empty mojito that you just claimed to be done with, watching the liquid swirl around the glass. a high pitched giggle tears you out of your daze, and you look up to see a blonde girl hanging off san's arm, and a very pink san who seems to be enjoying every second of it. you feel your headache worsen.

even though you were a part of the friend group, you were never able to have a proper conversation with san, unable to get close to him the way you were with mingi and yeosang. it always seemed to be wrong place and wrong time, every time you thought you had the perfect opportunity to chat him up, someone always interrupted to steal him away. this was unfortunate for you because san just so happened to be the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side. at this point though, you were starting to think it just wasn't meant to be.

the night moves slowly, especially given the fact that you were now completely sober, making small talk with an equally sober yeosang. you hear wooyoung picking on san again, prompting san to down 3 shots and slump forwards. the blonde was still there, but looked like she was growing tired of the giggling man who didn't seem like he was planning on making a move on her anytime soon. you let out a breath when she announces her leave, and san doesn't do anything to stop her, getting out of his seat to instead challenge wooyoung to a dance battle in the small area between your table and the next one over.

by the time the clock hit 2:10am, you were all tired and ready to wrap up the night.

you look up at the sound of mingi calling— more like slurring— your name.

"hm?"

"can you take san home? you both live close, and the rest of us live in the opposite direction. yeosang's car doesn't have room for him anyway..."

you feel your heartbeat pick up slightly. "uh, yeah, of course. where is he?" you scan the space around you, stopping when you feel a tap against your foot. of course san was laying under the table.

"m'here... m'hereeee." he mumbles, still tapping on the fabric of your shoes. you pull your chair out of the way so you would have room to crouch in front of him.

you do your best to remain collected. "ready to head?" he takes your hand in his when you offer it, groaning as his head knocks against the wood underside of the table on his way up.

"can you walk?"

"can you?" he mouths off, attempting to take a step forwards, instead slumping against your side.

"okay buddy, you've got this. five big steps and we can make it to the door." you can't help but feel sour at the fact that the one time you'll be alone with san, he probably won't even remember by the time the sun comes up.

the clear umbrella you stole from the rack at the entrance to the bar is doing absolutely nothing to shield the two of you from the rain, sans wide frame mixed with his imbalance was making it extremely difficult to both hold him upright with one arm and keep the umbrella straight with the other. you walked down the sidewalk that would eventually bring you to his apartment complex

"you know..." he whispers, "we've never been alone like this."

"that sounds pretty ominous. you planning on kidnapping me?" you were close to his place now, you could see his building in the distance, as far as the torrential downpour would allow.

you feel him shake his head, the damp tips of his hair hitting your cheek. "nuh uh. just always... wanted to be with ya, like this."

"huh?" your eyes widen, wondering if you heard him correctly.

"wanted to talk to ya... talk talk... tok tok tok... umph." you lunge forward to keep him from ruining his pretty face on the wet pavement, dropping the umbrella as you struggled to prop him upright. you had given up on staying dry, the umbrella now gone with the wind as you felt raindrops collect in your eyelashes. you blink, and suddenly san is staring at you, analyzing your face. you were both sitting on the balls of your feet to avoid making contact with the wet ground, but it didn't really matter now that the rest of you was practically soaked.

"san, i—" he puts a finger in front of your lips to silence you.

"lemme finish. i gotta," he inhales, "finish now that i've started." you nod, hopeful but also unsure of where he was going with this.

he stares at you for a second longer, then breaks out into a grin. "fuck, you look really pretty right now."

he must think that the shocked look on your face is a bad sign, because he's quick to sputter, "wait— shit, sorry. this isn't... how i wanted this to go."

you almost don't believe that this was happening, a drunk confession seemed much too cliché. you fight back a smile when he directs his gaze towards his soaked shoes, mumbling, "fuck'n wooyoung 'n his stupid fuck'n mouth... wanted to do this sober."

"san?"

"jus... give me a second." he presses his palm to his forehead. "will ya listen?"

your heart is beating impossibly fast. "i'm all ears."

"you... always thought you were super pretty. kept it a secret though. the guys would make fun of me... anyway, i just— fuck, my brain isn't... do you get what i'm saying? i wanted to get to know ya, but someone was always in the way. fuck'n wooyoung and that fuck'n girl that wouldn't leave m—"

you take a deep breath, suddenly too captivated by him to care about embarrassing yourself. "i like you too, if that's what you're trying to say."

"fuck, yeah, i like you. that's what i'm trying to sa— wait, what? you like me? really?"

you giggle at the look of absolute astoundment that had taken over his features, leaning forward slightly, feeling his body heat.

"do you think you'll remember this tomorrow? i want to hear you say it sober."

he grins, moving a piece of wet hair away from your face. "i will, 'course i will. do you... wanna stay at mine tonight? wanna tell you as soon as i wake up."

he shoots upwards as soon as he sees your shy nod, but fails to realize that he is still very much drunk, so he falls into you once again. you don't even try to push him away, instead wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

"i got you, let's go?"

you leave his place the next morning, looking at the now clear sky and the dew on the grass, a grin on your face as you silently thanked wooyoung and his stupid fucking mouth.

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[juyogf]

lose your mind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 2.2k

tags : afab reader, fluff, smut, vaginal sex, original characters, soul mentioned, what else do i tag

synopsis : you thought it was complicated but it couldn’t have been any simpler

an : please read part one if you haven’t already!! thank u for all the love 🤍

come over? jongseobs text read. joohyun looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at that made you go silent.

"you guys are still doing this?" she raised a brow at you.

"uh... yeah, but it's fine."

"you should tell him how you feel."

"honestly joohyun, i'm fine. what we have right now is fine."

you recalled the past three weeks, the shift in your friendship that had led to what was seemingly a friends with benefits situation, but your feelings ran deeper than that. you thought about the day he was supposed to go to minju's, which was instead spent with you, and you had watched as he cancelled on minju while you were naked in front of him on your couch, his face between your thighs. he immediately tossed his phone to the side after he hung up, throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving into your dewy pussy.

joohyun waved her hand in front of your face. "yn?"

"what did you say?"

she sighs, "i said, i heard from shota that jongseob hasn't shut up about you lately. except i'm not sure shota knows the extent of the situation."

"he does?" you look up, only having tuned in to the first part of her sentence.

"oh my god, you are so irritating." she groaned, getting up to remove herself from your drama.

"i was supposed to see him tomorrow anyway, should i go now?"

"if he asked, then yeah, but how long is this gonna go on for? you obviously both like each other."

"i'm just... hesitant, i guess. the feelings might be stronger on my side."

"we all see how he looks at you, don't be an idiot."

-

little did you know, only a few blocks away, jongseob was sat in his room freaking out over the exact same thing.

"soul! she left me on read! what do i do!"

shota lets out a laugh into his phone receiver. "you just hit send, relax."

"wait, shit, she's typing!"

he watched as the 3 dots disappeared and reappeared on his phone screen, his leg anxiously bouncing up and down as he waited for your response.

"she's coming in twenty minutes."

"um... that's good? why are you so nonchalant all of a sudden?"

"yeah, it's good, i just— what do i even say to her?"

"i don't know, maybe the exact thing you've been rehearsing with me the past week?" jongseob could hear shota's sarcasm through his speaker.

"telling your best friend that you love her out of the blue is not the way to go."

"out of the b— jongseob, you've been hooking up for weeks."

"what if that's all it is for her? hooking up?"

shota sighed, wishing he was physically with his friend so he could slap him across the face. "i don't know what else i can say to convince you. everyone can see that she likes you, except you."

"yeah, yeah, whatever. i need to clean up before she gets here. bye, soul."

setting his phone down, he walked into his room to check his face and readjust his hair in the mirror, wanting to look good for you. the past few weeks had not done anything to settle the longtime crush he had on you, he wanted nothing more than to hold you and kiss you and tell you that he loved you, but he couldn't and it was driving him crazy. it wouldn't be fair to you to bombard you with his feelings when he wasn't sure you were even on the same page. so, he waited and waited until you gave him some sort of signal, anything that would give him the green light to make an official move on you, but so far, it hadn't come.

he thought about the last time you were together, your pretty sundress scrunched up at your stomach as he pounded his cock into your sopping cunt, explicit moans leaving both your mouths as your back arched and he watched your bare tits move up and down to his rhythm. he knew then that he was so royally fucked, realizing that there was no way he could escape the feelings he felt suffocating him every time you smiled at him, or every time you looked up at him with pretty, teary eyes while his length was shoved down your throat.

he'd reached his breaking point now, and if him confessing to you tonight tore your friendship in half then so be it, he'd rather that then lose his mind over you a second longer.

as if on queue, he's torn from his thoughts when the sound of his front door creaking open reached his ears.

"seobie? where are you?"

"over here." he turned his head and spotted you walking towards him, and he felt his breathing halt as he took in your figure, took in how pretty you looked.

you smiled as you bent down to peck his lips, a greeting that was becoming normal for the two of you, another reason why jongseob thought he might bust if you didn't sit down and talk about whats next for your situationship as soon as fucking possible. you moved to sit next to him on his couch, leaning into him as he moved to meet your lips again. you deepened it, cupping the sides of his face, whining when you felt him pull away.

"i need to talk to you about something."

a frown settled onto your features, the sudden change in the air had you shifting in your seat in discomfort.

"about... us?"

"ah... yeah." the way you were staring at him had him forgetting what he had gone over a thousand times with shota, so his words hung in the air and were followed by seconds of silence. you took his loss for words as a bad omen, and with a sudden wave of emotion you felt tears prick at your eyes before you could stop them.

"wait— why are you crying?" he brought his hands to cup your face, frantically wiping your tears that couldn't seem to stop flowing.

"you," you sniffed, "you want to end this, right? that's why you texted me?"

"you— yn— what?"

you cut him off, words slurring together as you rambled. "the last couple times we were together i noticed you were more distant than usual which i didn't really think anything of but now it makes sense i'm sorry if i did something i'm really just—"

jongseob— who had decided right there that this was signal enough that you felt at least a tenth of what he did towards you— covered your mouth with his palm and took a deep breath before he spoke.

"i like you, don't be stupid."

you sat stunned, his palm still covering your mouth as you soaked in his words. your tears suddenly reformed and you tried your best to come up with a coherent response.

"mmph!"

"oh, shit, sorry." he retracted his hand, now resting it on top of your thigh.

"could you... could you say that again?"

"what, oh shit sorry?" he cocked his head to the side, and you smacked his arm in response.

"jongseob!"

"i love you. you're the prettiest, most perfect girl i've ever known, and these past few weeks have been torture because i couldn't love you with labels. i'll say it as many times as you need to hear it." he waited and watched as you stared at him with wide eyes, face suddenly crumpling as sobs escaped you.

"you— really?" you hiccuped, "you really love me back?"

"yeah i— wait, back? you love me?"

"kim jongseob, you fucking idiot!" you cried, lunging forward. your hands grabbed his shoulders to pull his face level to yours, connecting your lips.

"we're both stupid." you muttered.

even though you had been kissing and touching like this for weeks, you think that this is the kiss you'd forever count as your first. it was so soft, but also open and hot, long and deep, and it had you twitching in your spot as you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. every touch was getting needier, every kiss getting sloppier, until he pulled away, absolutely beaming at you as he grabbed your hips to throw you over his shoulder, hiking straight to his room. even though this was the same room he'd been touching you in this whole time, the same room he lost his virginity in, he wanted to come in his pants at the fact that you loved him, and that now it felt all the more real.

jongseob laid you down and hovered over top of you, breathing heavy as his eyes roamed over your body, already spotting your perky nipples through your top that left nothing to his imagination. he planted his knee between your thighs as he placed slow, sloppy, open mouth kisses down your neck before yanking your tank off, following suite as he grabbed the bottom of his and discarded it to the side.

"you're so fucking hot." you whined, heat rising to your cheeks as you pawed at his shorts, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you as soon as humanly possible. you closed your eyes, licking your lips as his mouth found your tit, tongue circling your hard nipple. even though he's felt you like this dozens of times before, you didn't think you'd ever get sick of the feeling of his lips on your body.

he placed tender kisses on your stomach, maneuvering his body back up to reach your lips again. his hand found his way to your clothed cunt, putting pressure on your puffy clit to make you squirm, drinking in any sounds that left you. "how do you want me, baby? wanna make you feel good. i'll give you anything." he'll give you anything.

your breath hitched, pleasure coursing through your veins. "i— uh—"

"use your words, pretty."

"want... want you in me, now, please."

he leaned down, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he whispered low and husky, "anything for you."

somewhere along the way, you must have been too caught up in your own lust to notice that his shorts had come off, because you felt him slide through your folds and align himself with your entrance, lubricating his tip before slowly inserting himself inside. he didn't give you a moment to process before he began rocking his hips back and forth, snapping his hips into yours, groaning as he watched your hole suck him in and out so perfectly.

"can't believe you're fucking real, holy shit." he breathed, face dragging from resting on your shoulder to smushed between your tits as you cried for him.

"m'all yours, seobie!"

the way his cock curved, hitting your spot with every thrust had high pitched moans leaving your mouth as you felt all your energy drain from you when your orgasm hit you faster than usual.

"think you've got one more in you?"

"mmph. wait, what'reyou—" you slurred, whining at the sudden feeling of emptiness as his cock slipped out of you, but not for long. somehow defying the laws of physics, you're now on your stomach, face shoved in his pillow as jongseob lifted your ass in the air, gripping it tight enough to leave a mark, pushing himself into your entrance again. he grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he found his rhythm, automatically going faster and harder, brain turning to mush at the sounds you made for him.

you had no idea where he learned this, because it certainly wasn't from you.

"oh my god, jongseob!" you all but screamed, never having experienced pleasure like this in your life, back arching in mind blowing ecstasy. beads of sweat formed on his face as he vigorously pounded into you, chasing his own high while you moaned and babbled into his pillow nonsensically.

it was music to his ears, the way you came undone for him. he thrusted deeper inside of you, groaning at the way you suffocated his member as you came for a second time, legs trembling in rapture as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lower back. "i know baby, i know."

jongseob followed not long after, an erotic expression on his face as he pumped ropes of his seed inside you, watching it drool out of you and down your inner thighs when he pulled out. the room was quiet except for a mixture of your breathing, slowly regulating as he tucked you into his side and pulled his duvet over your bodies.

"you," you huffed, biting down on his neck, "are crazy. how do you have so much stamina? aren't you unathletic?"

he laughed, low and raspy as he massaged your thigh. "i love you, too. we'll have to see how long you can really last next time, huh?"

a giggle bubbled out of you, but he smothered it with a kiss and refused to let go.

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[juyogf]

better be (theo)

ꕤ non idol!choi taeyang 최태양 (theo) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 5.0k

tags : afab reader, fluff, crack, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, implied age gap, drinking, original characters, fast paced except not really

synopsis : you thought your crush on your older brother's best friend went away in the time you'd spent apart (spoiler! it didn't)

an : inspired by hidden love (2023) happy late birthday theo!!!

"taeyang lives in gangnam too, did you know?" your brother's words echoed in your ears. you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you hauled a box into your living room and dropped it on the floor.

"ah... does he?"

"yeah, i meant to tell you about it before. why don't you reach out? it might be nice to have a familiar face in the area." you grimace at his words, embarrassing memories flooding your thoughts as you recalled the feelings you had once harbored for the man.

"i have seulgi and sooah, remember?"

"okay, yn." you can hear him eye rolling at the avoidance in your tone through the receiver. "i'll send you his contact info anyway."

you sigh, "okay. i gotta go, i have a million boxes to sort. bye, minhyuk." you hang up just as you received your brother's text. you absentmindedly entered taeyang's contact information before tossing your phone onto the counter.

following your university graduation, your dream job offer resulted in you packing everything you owned and uprooting your entire life to a new city. you felt a little less on edge about it knowing your two closest friends would be by your side, but were nonetheless still nervous about adjusting to your new life.

your newfound discovery about taeyang— aka the former love of your life, or maybe that's an extreme way of looking at it— shook you a little, it had been at least a year since you'd heard his name, much less seen him. how long had it been... 2, maybe 3 years?

you shake your head to yourself, looking around your new apartment at the current issue you had to deal with— the seemingly endless amount of boxes that scattered your floor and just about every surface you laid your eyes on. you're cut off by your phone buzzing again.

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:48pm] be ready outside your building at 8pm ON THE DOT .

you

[3:48pm] ????????

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:49pm] me and sooah r taking u out to celebrate u moving!! we r going to our favorite club

you

[3:50pm] i dont have time for this!!

seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻

[3:50pm] wear something slutty!!! 💋💋

— you disliked a message

you sighed, shoulders sulking as you realized all of your belongings were still sealed away, not magically unpacked by the moving gods you had been praying to a few moments before. so you take matters into your own hands, rolling up your sleeves to begin scouring the sea of boxes for your clothes and toiletries. maybe you’d find your sanity packed away somewhere too.

-

you silently regretted agreeing to go out as you sat slumped in a booth at the club. you feel a dip in the cushioned seat you occupied as sooah collapsed next to you and leaned into your shoulder.

"uumph… drank t’much…” she spoke into your neck. you reached your arm up to pat her head, but missed and instead mindlessly swatted at the seat behind you.

“how’re you…” you pause, “how’re you gettin’ home?”

“dunno.” she mumbles, getting up and stumbling towards the dance floor. “gonna go find someone to go home with.” she calls behind, gesturing to the crowd of people in front of you. you had seen seulgi leave with some girl 30 minutes before, so now you were really on your own.

you pat at your surroundings to find your bag, eyes closed as you dig your hand through your stuff to find your phone. you open your eyes to scroll through your contacts, tears forming in your eyes as you realize you don’t have anyone to call. so in your drunken state, you call the only person you could think of. you hold your phone to your ear as it rings once, twice, three times.

“yn? is that you?”

“taeyang? what… you— how’d you know it’s me?” you slur, eyes closing again.

“minhyuk sent me your number, i was going to text you… nevermind, that's not my point. what's wrong? where are you? have you been drinking?”

“i…” tears were falling down your cheeks now. you sniffled, “i’m at a club, i don’t remember the name.”

“can you send me your location? i’ll come get you.” you hear shuffling on his end, you quickly pulled your phone away from your ear to fiddle with the buttons.

“did’ya get it?”

“yeah, you’re close to me. hang on for 5 minutes. i’ll be there soon.”

your tears stopped. “see youuuuu.”

in all the years you’d known him, taeyang was always a very honest person, proven to be true even now when you spot him frantically scanning the room in search of you exactly 5 minutes later. you locked eyes, and you gave him your best attempt at a smile as you messily waved your hand over your head. he made a beeline for you, a worried look on his face as he crouched in front of you. time had been kind to him, you noticed, the man in front of you had somehow become more attractive then he was before.

you grinned at him. “hi.”

he smiles, letting out a breath. “hi, yn. are you okay?”

“mhm… m’sorry for this. don’t be mad… didn’t know who else to call.” you felt tears sting your eyes again, burying your face in your hands.

“yn.” he held back a laugh as he reached to gently hold onto your arm. “it’s okay. seriously. i’m honestly relieved.”

“really?” you look up and sniff.

“really. can you get up on your own?”

“ah… um, i think i need help.” you stand up, stumbling into his arms. he holds you upright and reaches for your belongings.

“this is everything you brought?” he lifts his arm up to gesture your purse in front of you.

“mhm. lessgooo…” you attempt to take a step forward but overestimate your ability to stay balanced as you fall forward. you brace yourself for your inevitable face plant with the floor, but it doesn’t come, instead you feel yourself being pulled back into taeyang’s arms.

“be careful. hold onto me.” you stare at him. would it be weird if you smelt him? you sniff him anyway.

“you smell good.” you giggle, and you feel his chest move in and out when he laughs in response, uttering a thank you before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you secure by his side as you begin your trek to the exit. after what felt like a painfully long walk (30 seconds) you make it outside, feeling the shift in your surroundings when your louboutin's began to smack against the hard pavement.

he pauses. “where do you live?”

“it’s… oh. i don’t know.” you sulk, your current state of mine rendering you incapable of remembering whether your apartment building was on 6th avenue or 8th avenue, or maybe it was 10th avenue?

“you— you don’t know?” he laughs fully now, and you can’t hold back a grin as you laugh with him.

“jus' moved, so… it’s new, ya'know?”

he hums, looking around. “are you comfortable with sleeping at my place tonight?”

“err… it’s okay with you? won’t your girlfriend be mad?” you ramble, watching his face morph into confusion.

he shakes his head. “of course i don’t mind. and no, i don’t have a girlfriend.”

you feel your jaw snap open. “ah... is that so?"

he chuckles awkwardly, you feel the vibration in your side. “nope, no girlfriend. do you want to hop on my back?” you pull away from him and nod, suddenly very aware of your bare skin as the wind whipped past you. taeyang glances at the goosebumps forming on your arms and immediately shrugs his jacket off to throw it over your shoulders. he crouches in front of you and you pull your arms through the sleeves before crawling onto him, knees locking around his hips to hold yourself in place.

“my place isn’t far. hold tight, okay?” you nod, a sudden wave of exhaustion coming over you as you lean your head on his shoulder. your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you.

-

sight is the last sense that comes to you. your wince and throw your arm over your eyes as the sun hits your eyelids. sitting up, you take in your surroundings and realize you have absolutely no idea where you are.

“what the…” a headache hit you at full force as you rubbed your eyes. you looked down and noticed you were no longer wearing your skimpy black dress from the night before, instead suiting a large black t-shirt and sweatpants.

“yn? are you awake?” a voice from behind the door has you jolting in place, squeaking out a "huh?" the door opens slowly, and absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the face behind the voice. you felt like you were punched in the gut as you watched taeyang move from his spot at the door to sit on the side of the bed, his hands stretching in front of him to offer you the water and tylenol he carried.

you stared at him, "taeyang— you— what?"

he smiles softly at you. "do you remember last night? you called me to pick you up." no, nonononono, no.

"i— oh my god? i'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, i'm so sorry i bothered you." you frantically apologized, mind running wild as tears pricked your eyes. you move your hand to wipe your tears just as you feel a hand rest on your thigh.

"yn," he reassures, still smiling, "it's okay. honestly. i'm glad you called. i want you to feel like you can rely on me."

"i feel so bad. can i make it up to you somehow? i can buy you lunch? dinner?" your shoulders slump, and you vow to yourself in that moment that you are never touching alcohol ever again.

"it's really not necessary. honestly. call me whenever you need me. you don't know how happy i was when minhyuk told me you were moving here."

you sniff. "why?"

"it gets lonely, you know? my job basically stripped me of a social life." he laughs, low and deep. you feel your heartbeat pick up.

you nod. "i get that. i still want to pay for a meal, though."

"if you insist."

you start to shift in your spot, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand. "um... where are my clothes?"

"oh, right. you left your dress on the floor of the bathroom so i hung it up. your shoes and purse are at the front door."

"thanks." you make your way to the bathroom and entrance of his home under his direction and collect your belongings.

he gestures to your current outfit. "you can bring these home with you, if you want. i want you to be comfortable."

"sweatpants and high heels... that's definitely a choice." you giggle as you pick your shoes off of the floor.

"don't walk, i'll drive you."

"you've done so much for me already. i can't ask for anymore."

"i told you i want you to rely on me, didn't i? we live close enough anyway. it's not a problem." he walks to his kitchen to grab his keys, gesturing for you to follow him as he opens and shuts the front door.

"you know your address now that you're sober, right?" he grins.

"what are you talking about?"

"you couldn't remember where you lived when i asked yesterday." your face turned beet red as you turned to him, eyes wide with mortification. you thought about how nice it would be if you would melt into the floor and never be seen again.

"this is actually unbelievable. i'm never drinking again." you bring your folded dress to your face and let out a fake scream into it. taeyang laughs, hand moving to the small of your back to guide you through the parking lot to his car. he passed you his phone to enter your address— which you did remember now— and you felt your face heat up as he gripped the back of your seat and looked behind you to get out of his parking spot, muscles flexing next to your face.

you try and make awkward small talk, asking him about work and in turn answering his questions about your new job until he pulls into the entrance of your building.

"let me walk you up. you can never be too safe." he says as you step out of the car.

"we're in broad daylight, taeyang. chances of me getting kidnapped are pretty slim." you giggle, but don't put up a fight when he gets out of the car anyway, grabbing your purse from you to free your hands. the elevator ride up is silent, and on multiple occasions you turned to look at him and found he was already staring at you. god, why was he so sweet? and attractive? your heart pounded in your chest, a feeling you became familiar with as you grew up, anytime he would offer to help you study, or bring you food and company after arguments between you and your brother. you reminisced on your past with him all the way to your door as you unlocked it and stepped inside. he stepped in behind you and hung your purse on the hook next to your door.

"woah... that's a lot of boxes. how do you own this much stuff?"

you cover your face with your hand. "i know, okay? i might be a hoarder."

"do you need any help unpacking? this is a lot for one person to take on."

you gawk at him. "taeyang, i physically can't ask for anything more of you."

he throws his hands up like a criminal. "i told you i want to! it's sunday and i don't have plans. let me help."

and so, you find yourself sitting on your living room floor with him hours later, moon rising behind him as you caught up on everything you'd missed in each other's lives during the years you spent apart. most of your boxes were unpacked now, you could only spot one or two stray boxes littered across your apartment.

"ah... it's getting late. what time do you have to get to work tomorrow?"

he looks at his watch and grimaces. "you're right. i need to be up early... i should probably leave now." he stands and you follow in suit, walking to the door. you stare at him, a little unsure how you should end the night. he sensed your hesitance, you think as he pulled you into his arms for a hug. caught off guard, it takes you a moment to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hung around your waist.

"this was," he starts, pulling away from your embrace to look at you, "really fun. i'm glad we got to reconnect."

you grin at him. "me too. when are you free for dinner? i promised i'd treat you."

"i'm pretty sure i'm free every night this week, depending on how late work keeps me."

"so... let's say wednesday for now? we can reschedule if you have to stay late."

he nods and smiles. "i'll see you wednesday then." you realize you're staring and quickly pull yourself away from him. he laughs, waving goodbye and you watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he walks down the hallway towards the elevator.

-

wednesday comes faster than expected. work's letting me out on time. see you at 7? you stared at taeyang's confirmation text, palms sweating. you had lost track of how much time you'd spent standing in front of your closet weighing outfit options, wanting to pick something you think he'd like. you knew it wasn't a date, but you couldn't ignore the fact that just about every aspect of tonight screamed 'date' except for the people attending. you're snapped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes with an incoming call.

"taeyang?"

"can you buzz me in? i'll come to your door."

you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, "yeah, see you in a few." before hanging up and frantically picking out a random dress, throwing it on as you scrambled to put your shoes on and touch up your lipstick. you straighten your back as your door bell rings, and you unlock it to reveal a very happy looking taeyang.

"hi." you grin, "you look good."

"ah, really? i didn't go home and change, i came straight from the office."

"you look great, trust me. you always look good." you mutter the second half, digging through your purse to find your keys so you could lock the door behind you.

"thanks. you look really pretty. blue is a good color on you." your eyes widen and you manage to squeak out a quick thank you.

you let him talk about his day in the car, he complains about a colleague that wouldn't get off his ass and you tell him about your boss at your new job that seems to have it out for you. your conversation carries all the way to the restaurant, now conversing about anything and everything that popped into your mind. you recalled the funny voicemail your brother had left you the day before, digging into your purse to find your phone to show him before he stops you.

"yn." he smiles, reaching to grab your hand from across the table. "let's not talk about your brother right now."

you cock your head to the side, a confused expression taking over your features. he continues before you can get a word in. "our whole lives minhyuk has been the bridge that's kept us connected." he looks at you. "now i want it... to just be us. i don't want to use the excuse that you're his sister to see you. i want to hang out with you just because i can, you know?" you watch him retract his hand from yours to take a bite of his food and you think your heart might explode. how could he drop a speech like that on you like it's nothing?

you catch your breath and nod, inhaling. "i feel the same way, taeyang." you know your cheeks are turning red and you can only hope your makeup hid the extremity of it. "being with you has been really, really fun. i hope we can do this all the time."

he grins in response and sticks his pinky out. "we will, i promise." the sincerity in his eyes has you thinking that you'd never doubt a word he says for as long as he'd allow you to stay by his side.

-

you and taeyang were very alike, you think, recalling the past few months you'd spent together. you loved the natural rhythm of conversation that you always seemed to fall into when you were with him. you loved that he no longer viewed you as a little kid or as an extension of your brother.

"so," you had asked him one day with an evil grin on your face, arm linked with his as you walked down a side street in hongdae, "do you like me or minhyuk more?"

"that," he brought his hand to your face to squish your cheeks, "is a very hard question." you sulked and pouted at his response, so he leaned down to whisper low in your ear.

"you."

since then, you found him glued to your hip even more than before, not that you were complaining. your hangouts became so frequent that you weren't sure if you remembered the last time you'd gone more than 2 days without seeing his face. you realize referring to your time spent together as 'hangouts' was a downplaying it a little, considering that to onlookers you looked very much like a couple going on dates. there were a few instances where shop owners had complimented how good you looked together and you had to very awkwardly deny it, despite the fact that your hands were intertwined tight at your sides.

you had fallen so incredibly hard, and you were sure he had too, the lingering glances and constant touches had become too frequent for it to mean nothing.

"hey, your birthday is coming up." he nudges your shoulder as you sit next to him on the rooftop of his building to watch the sun set.

"how'd you remember?"

"i have a good memory." i remember because it's you, he fails to add. you hum and he continues, "are you planning on celebrating?"

you nod. "seulgi and sooah are taking me out a few days before... but i have no plans on the actual day."

"okay, so we'll do something. want a home cooked meal?" you kick his foot and giggle.

"you're a terrible cook, taeyang."

he laughs, throwing his head back. "no need to get violent about it."

the moon was up in the sky now, so he stands, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers together and make your way back to his apartment.

-

"oh my god." you breathe out a week later when he moves his hands from over your eyes to reveal the display in front of you. "this is too much!"

"please. cake and flowers is not too much." he makes air quotations with his hands as he rolls his eyes. "i have something else for you. hold on a minute." he darts behind you and reaches into his coat pocket to reveal a small box and you feel your breath catch in your throat when he sits down next to you at your kitchen counter.

"you didn't."

"happy birthday, yn."

you gently pried open the box, revealing a silver necklace with a diamond pendant that hung on the chain next to a smaller one.

"taeyang, i—" tears pricked your eyes.

"look closer." he cuts you off, grabbing your hand to guide your fingers to the engravings on the back of the two pendants. a small 'yn' and 'ty'. tears were openly falling down your cheeks now, and he reached to gently wipe them away with his fingertips.

"i take it you like it?"

"thank you, seriously. put it on me?" you turn around and lift your hair up to give him access to your neck. he doesn't say anything after as he places four candles on top of the cake and lights them.

when he tells you to make a wish, you pretend to think about it even though you'd been wishing for the same thing since you turned seven years old. you inhale and blow, extinguishing all the candles but one.

you grin at him. "you make a wish too."

he stares at you in awe for a second too long, snapping out of it when you gesture towards the cake. he doesn't need a second to think before he's blowing out the last candle.

"what did you wish for?" you ask him, voice quiet.

"you already know, don't you?"

you stare at him, eyes flickering to his lips. "we both wished for the same thing then, huh?"

he moves closer to you now, arm wrapping around your waist, face moving closer to yours. you can hear your heart beating out of your chest and you're sure his is too.

"i need to hear you say it, yn." his nose brushed yours and your gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. you take a deep breath.

"i want you, taeyang. please."

he doesn't need to hear anymore, ducking his head to connect your lips, and you think to yourself that waiting your whole life for him was absolutely worth it. he stands to pull you into his chest because being close to you wasn't enough.

"wanna fuck you, so, so bad, but can i just kiss you first? jus' wanna hold you." he mumbles against your lips, and you think you might collapse and die. frantically nodding, you grab his cheeks and kiss him as hard as you can, and he slides his hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing it when you moan into his mouth. his touch was soft where his kiss was rough, tongue swiping across your bottom lip to beg for entrance.

you melt into his embrace as he reaches under your thighs to hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into your bedroom. your mouth moves from his lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on any exposed skin you can find. you're both too lost in lust to form words, your apartment quiet except for soft moans and grunts and smacks. the noises that escaped his throat had you feeling more turned on than you'd ever been in your life, lips moving back to his to swallow his sounds as you pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck.

he pulls away to toss you onto your bed, throwing his shirt off before crawling on top of you. you tug your top off before he can even ask, arms reaching behind you to fiddle with your bra clasp to fully expose your top half to him. he darts down, immediately taking a tit in his mouth, smiling at the way you were already squirming. he pulled away to look at you.

"fuck, you're so fucking pretty. my pretty baby." him referring to you as 'his' had you breaking down beneath him, hips bucking up to grind against his clothed cock. he groaned and grabbed your hips for more friction. his finger dragged along the waistband of your pants. "want me to make you feel good, baby?"

you nod a little too fast, "need you to touch me."

"what's my name?"

"need you to touch me, taeyang."

you were naked within seconds, sweatpants tugged down your legs and soaking panties ripped and discarded as he pulled you into his lap. a big hand slipped between your thigh, the other resting on your hip as he began to circle your puffy clit, causing you to let out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. you knew he was teasing you, a smug grin on his face as he watched your expression crumple.

"oh my god, please."

"we have all the time in the world, pretty. m'not going anywhere. trust me?" how could you not, with the way he was looking at you? you nod, and he so painfully slowly moves his finger to spread your slick around, now using his free hand to hold your face to look at him. he finally dips his fingers into your entrance and you moan his name at the way his fingers reached deeper than yours ever could. his fingertips curled into your walls causing your soft sighs to fill the room as he kissed down your chin, ruthlessly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

your breathing picks up and you begin to squirm under him, hips desperately jerking into his hand, and he takes that as his queue to use his spare fingers to flick and pinch at your clit. you feel the pressure building in your core, snapping like a rubber band when you reach your climax. you scream his name and your vision goes blurry as he continues to fuck you with his hand to work you through it. he grabs your chin and forces you to make eye contact as his licks his fingers, before pulling you into him to connect your lips in a kiss.

"you're so perfect." he mumbles and you sigh into him. it's not long before he's disconnecting your lazy make out to flip your position so that you're underneath him again. you tug at his sweatpants as he hovers over you, and he immediately strips his pants and boxers to reveal his red, throbbing cock. it leaked with precum and stood tall as he shifted to grab the base and align it with your hole.

"do you think i stretched you enough?"

"just... go slow."

he kisses your forehead in reassurance. "i got you, baby. tell me if you need a break."

you suck in a breath when he pushes his length inside, tears stinging your eyes at the burn even though you knew it was coming. you squeezed his bicep to signal that you were okay to continue.

"fuck, you fit me so well. so made for me." your back arched as he grunted, moving to kiss him sloppily as his hips pressed against yours, now fully inside of you. his thrusts started slow, but sped up as you began to chant his name, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as your hips snapped together. it was frantic and messy, but so, so, perfect. his cock slammed into you, pressing into your g-spot over and over as your nails dug into his back, breaking the skin.

he whispered under his breath how much he loved you over and over as you cried, panting against him in lust as your thrusts slowed, feeling yourself reach your breaking point.

"my beautiful girl, love you so much. so— m'so close." he moaned into your neck as your walls squeezed him when you came. you came hard and fast, and he followed not long after, hips stuttering as he pumped you full of his seed. he pulled his now soft cock out of your entrance as he collapses on top of you. you squeal and giggle as he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks, before he moves to seal your lips in your softest kiss of the night. as much as you wanted it to last forever, you're the first to pull away.

"i— i love you so much. you have no idea." you couldn't tell if you felt tears or sweat on your cheeks. he grins at you, big and bright as he cups your cheeks.

"oh, baby. i love you. wanted to tell you everyday."

you fall asleep in his arms, ready to take on the changes that would come when the sun rose in the morning.

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synopsis : in which wooyoung makes it his life mission to convince you to break up with your boyfriend

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wooyoung knew you weren't stupid. in fact, you were probably one of the smartest people he knew, but if he didn't know any better he would think that you only had half a brain cell and an iq of -10, because there was absolutely no way a smart, capable individual like yourself could possibly want to associate with the douche bag you called your boyfriend.

seojun— who was an insecure man child, wooyoung decided almost instantly after their first meeting— was attractive, sure, but that seemed to be his only redeeming quality. with the amount of times wooyoung had to pick you up from a random location after seojun ‘forgot to cancel’ your plans, or the amount of times he had to comfort you after seojun used you as a verbal punching bag, wooyoung found himself counting down the days it would take you to finally snap and break up with the fucker.

so far, he’d counted 438 days. he didn’t lose hope though.

he’d woken up at 6:49pm, his phone buzzing on his stomach, and he slowly recalled that he had been scrolling through instagram before he dozed off. ateez schedules ran into the early hours of the morning, so he only managed to fall asleep once the sun was already high in the sky.

he unlocked his phone, expecting a text from san or jongho about their plans for dinner, but was shocked (but not really that shocked) to see that he had a notification from you. he called you, phone ringing 4 times before he heard the other line connect.

“hey, what are you doing right now?”

“just woke up.” his voice sounded rough and husky, body not yet adjusted to the fact that he was awake.

“shit, so you probably aren’t in the mood for food right now? i’m craving bibimbap.”

“i had plans with san and jongho, but i can hear jongho snoring from across the hall, so now i’m not so sure.”

he hears you giggle, then some shuffling against your phone receiver. “is that a yes or a no?”

“i’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.”

“great, see you!”

you decide on a restaurant in myeongdong, food so good that you sat in utter silence as you ate, listening in on the arguing couple at the table next to you. it reminded wooyoung of you and seojun, but he didn’t say that out loud. silence was rare but comfortable between the two of you, having a close enough relationship to be able to sit in a lull without any awkwardness.

you watched as wooyoung adjusted his hat, an accessory you’d gotten used to over the years whenever you were out together in public. as an ex-kq trainee, you had met wooyoung and the rest of the boys years before, having gotten close with them before ultimately deciding that idol life was not for you. you were closest with yeosang and san in the beginning, but recently wooyoung had been clinging to you more than usual. you didn’t question it, you knew how he was.

your phone rang and you flipped the screen towards you, but wooyoung glanced down quick enough to catch a glimpse of seojun❤️.

“hi, baby. sorry, it’s kind of loud in here. can’t really talk. huh? oh, wooyoung’s with me.”

wooyoung darts his eyes upwards at the mention of his name, and he could hear faint complaints from seojun through your phone speaker before you put your hand in front of it to muffle the sound.

like you, wooyoung wasn’t stupid. he knew seojun didn’t like him— or any of his members, for that matter— but he didn’t have a problem with that because he was definitely not very fond of him either. he remembered the first time you had introduced seojun to his group, remembered how his expression fell when he realized you were friends with idols. you had only been dating two or three months at that point, but it seemed to be the beginning of your relationship's downfall.

the first time you had ever called him in tears, he had felt a pang of joy at the fact that he was the first person you thought to call, but that joy quickly morphed into something of rage, a feeling he had grown familiar with any time you called him to ask to stay the night at his shared dorm with jongho and hongjoong after a particularly bad fight, or anytime he would overhear the way seojun criticized and belittled you like it was nothing.

how could he not feel rage, when he acted more like a boyfriend to you then your own did?

but to be clear, wooyoung didn’t like you like that. definitely not. he’d kissed you before, yeah, but you had always said it was as homies. kisses that were not meant to lead beyond themselves. though sometimes he wondered what it would be like to kiss you in a way that did lead beyond the boundary of friendship, but he blamed that on having too much whiskey.

as much as wooyoung hated seojun, he stood back and watched, as well as the other members, knowing that it was none of their business and trusted that you were capable enough to clock when his bullshit had gone too far.

after counting 194 days, wooyoung figured you were simply still in the honeymoon phase, too blinded by your newfound love to see that you were being treated like crap.

after counting 307 days, wooyoung thought it was coming to an end. the fights had become more frequent, your periods of isolation from your friends prolonged, he could see the way you flinched at every buzz of your phone when you were together.

the end never came, and he wasn’t sure if it ever would, but he somehow managed to contain himself. until there came a tipping point.

wooyoung assumed the worst when he heard knocking at his front door at 2 in the morning a few days later, assuming a sasaeng had somehow managed to sneak past the buildings security and was now at his door to ask for his hand in marriage. he was much happier to see that it was you, dressed clad in a thick black sweatshirt and sweatpants, prominent bags under your eyes, hands red from the cold of the outside air.

“he cheated on me.”

his face darkened, hands clenched at his sides. “what?”

“i didn’t have to figure anything out,” you sighed, “i opened our door and there he was, doing it. i didn’t recognize the girl.”

“holy shit, how are you so collected right now?”

“oh, i wasn’t. this was the night before last.”

“...what are you gonna do?”

“he showed up at my hotel room a few hours ago… to apologize and expla—”

“oh god, yn, please tell me you aren’t staying with him?”

you sniffed, and wooyoung watched a tear fall down the left side of your face. “he said it wouldn’t happen again… that… that he was drunk and it was a mistake. i still love him, woo.”

wooyoung made up his mind then, and maybe it was the fact that it was so late or that he was still half asleep, but he knew then that you were not going to budge unless you were pushed by an outside force.

he decided at that very moment, with your head on his shoulder, hand lightly grazing yours as it sat on your upper thigh, that he was going to be that force, and that he needed a plan.

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18+ mdni

total wc : tbd

tags : afab reader, fluff, crack, angst, eventual smut, cheating, ateez ensemble mentioned, original characters, toxic relationship, i’ll tag more as i go

synopsis : in which wooyoung makes it his life mission to convince you to break up with your boyfriend

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part two

part three

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