#kang taehyun series

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Anti-Romantic Chapter 5

A Date?

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Kang Taehyun x fem!Reader

wc: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of food (not specified), mentions of stress/anxious feelings, mentions of past trauma (sort of not really ??) whole lot of fluff !!

an: conversations are italicized, thoughts are italicized and bolded, texts are bold

omg finally chapter 5 is here !! hope yall enjoy !!

all the love ~ lunar

taglist: @taeraekisser , @forever-in-the-sky2

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The following day, you wake up to your best friend bursting into your room, clearly excited for the day.

“Y/n!! Today’s the day! Today’s the date! Let's get you ready, pretty girl!”

“Ughh five more minutes?”

“Nope, five more minutes always turns into two hours, he will be here soon, so let's get rolling! I'll do your makeup for you!”

As you reluctantly roll out of bed, thoughts start rolling through your head, as they do every morning, though these ones are more intense than normal, telling you that you should just stay home, that you shouldn’t go on the date. The conflicting thoughts run through your mind as you get ready for the day, brushing your teeth and washing your face. Your mind is saying that you should cancel, but your heart is telling you to go. No matter how much you mentally push him away, there is something that keeps you wanting more, wanting to know more about him. Something mysterious about him that keeps you intrigued. Lost in thought, you almost miss your best friend eagerly knocking at the door, letting you know that she’s ready to do your makeup for the day.

“Y/n, are you ready? Is everything okay?”

“I don't know, I don't think I should go…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Something just feels weird, I don't know how to explain it.”

“Well, if you go, then maybe that will give you the answers you are looking for, and if you don't, maybe you will be left wondering ‘what if’. I think you should go, and whatever happens will give you the answer.”

With that, you exit the bathroom, and make your way to your bedroom, where she has everything ready to go.

“You know, you really are the most naturally beautiful girl, anyone would be lucky to have someone like you. I promise, I won't go overboard, I'll keep you looking natural.” 

“Thank you, you’re the best.”

“I know you’re nervous, honestly I don't blame you, I just want to see you happy. I know that you don't know much about him yet, but I can see the way your eyes light up when you see him. I have a strong feeling that this time will be different than it has been in the past.”

“I hope you’re right, I don't think I can handle another heartbreak…”

“I know, but you know I'll always be here to pick you up.”

“You know I love you right?”

“I love you too, not let's get you ready!”

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“Yeonjun hyung, can you help me real quick?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Which shirt should I wear?”

“Hmm, depends, where are you going?”

“Umm, I, I’m going on a date…” 

“A date?! Then none of these are good options. Where is the date?

“I wanted to take her to the beach, do you think that’s a good idea?”

“It could be, are you having a picnic?” 

“Yes, I have everything ready, I just don't know what to wear.”

“I would go with a solid color, something that is nice, but not too nice. Maybe the white one with the collar, but dont button it all the way, keep it loose and relaxed, but not too relaxed…”

As Yeonjun continues his fashion advice, Taehyun finds himself getting more and more nervous. He can’t even remember the last time he went on a real date like this, let alone with someone as beautiful as you. He doesn’t want to mess anything up, but what if she doesn't like the beach? What if the food I packed isn’t something she enjoys, or what if she’s allergic to it? Jeez, I should have asked more questions before planning something like this.

“Here, this is what you should wear.” Yeonjun hands him a completed outfit, and leaves the room flashing a smirk at the younger. 

Walking out of the room with his backpack, Taehyun runs into the rest of the boys, all looking at him as if he has been caught sneaking out of the house.

“A date?” Soobin says gently, hints of concern and curiosity in his voice

“Are you sure this is a good idea, hyung? What if someone sees you and you get caught in a scandal?” Kai chimes in.

“Tell me at least you’re doing something fun…” Beomgyu follows.

All of the questions are flowing through Taehyun’s mind, even though these are things that he has already thought about. He already knows the risk that comes with taking you out. The potential for a scandal, and the potential for you to receive hate comments, and that is something that he wants to avoid, but is it something he can avoid? He knows that won't be easy, but something about you keeps him wanting more. wanting to know more about you, about your past, about the things that you like, and the things that frighten you. He wants to protect you, but he wants to experience life by your side, and all of these things are conflicting to him. He has never felt this way about another person, and definitely not as quickly as he felt it with you. But he can’t stop thinking about you. He can’t stop thinking about wanting to learn more about you. Somehow, simply by being you, you have captivated him completely, and he wants to keep you by his side. He wants to protect you, and provide an environment where you can be completely comfortable. He simply wants you.

“I know the risks, and I know it might not be the best idea, but I'm doing it. Whatever happens, I won't drag her down, and I won't let others hurt her. I just, I can’t stop thinking about her.” He replies to the questions while his gaze stays on the floor, knowing that he could be making a mistake, but that he knows in the end, you’re worth all of the risks that he is taking. 

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“He's here, he's here!”

Your best friend exclaims from the living room, as you are hit with a rush of nerves. You are standing in your room staring at the mirror, making sure that the sundress you picked fits okay, relentlessly smoothing out wrinkles that arent even there. You take one final deep breath as you hear your best friend open the door and greet Taehyun. Listening to them chit chat in the living room, you grab your things and make your way to them. As soon as Taehyun catches sight of you, he stops talking and simply stares. 

“Wow, hi y/n, you look… you look beautiful…” He says bashfully, unable to hide the blush that has dusted over his features. 

“Hi, Taehyun, are we ready?” Thankfully your makeup hides your blushing cheeks and your hair covers your rosy ears.

As the two of you set out for the day, you look back one more time to see your best friend waving in the window, as if she is a mother sending her daughter off on her first date. Getting into the car, Taehyun and the gentleman that he is opens the door for you, and grabs your hand to steady you into the seat, before returning to the driver side. 

The air is filled with nervous tension, until Taehyun hands you his phone.

“Music is on you today, play me your favorites.” with a gentle smile, he opens the phone and gives you access to his music apps.

Smiling, you grab the phone and start playing your favorite song, trying your hardest to keep your composure, but failing as your favorite part of the song plays. Not that you are singing at the top of your lungs, but loud enough for him to hear the beautiful voice that you have. 

“So, where are we going?”

“To the beach, but I figured we could take the long way, and see some other things first… Is that okay?”

“Sounds perfect!” you chirp with a bright smile on your lips, as you return to the music. 

Throughout the date, you noticed that there were certain places that Taehyun avoided, mostly crowded areas, or main walkways, preferring to walk in more secluded areas. Although it was something that you felt suspicious of, something about Taehyun made you feel safe, so you decided not to think anything of it. Finally arriving at the beach, Taehyun starts to unpack the bag that he has had on his shoulders for the last hour. 

“Can I help?”

“That's okay, it won't take me long, but close your eyes until I get it set up?” He says with a cheeky grin. 

Closing your eyes until your cue, you open them and see the most beautiful picnic set up, with flowers and even fairy lights hanging from the tree above, and you are in complete awe. You don't even attempt to hide the shocked expression on your face, as you look at him in amazement, as none of this was there when you first arrived. 

“You must be a magician, this is amazing!”

“I'm glad you like it! Should we sit?”

The two of you sat together in the sand, talking about almost anything and everything, but he still avoids talking about what he does for a living, saying that it's best if you aren't involved, and things like that. He sees the disappointment in your eyes, and reassures you that its not because he doesn't want to tell you, but that he thinks you would be safer not knowing.

“That's a little suspicious… Are you a criminal?” “No, no I'm not a criminal hahaha!”

“Do you work for the government? Like undercover stuff?” “No, not that either.”

He is amused with your guessing game, and is surprised that his actual career is not something that you thought of asking. He assures you that he will tell you soon, but that he doesn’t want to scare you away, which only raises your suspicion. 

As the sun begins to fall, he starts to wonder when you will say that you are ready to head home, and honestly, you are surprised that you still feel the same energy that you had when you arrived at the beach, so he recommends walking on the shore, now that most people have left the area. 

What's with him? Am I really that interested? I mean, how could I not be? He's handsome, he's gentle and kind, but there's still something that is mysterious about him. He seems tired, yet he hasn't mentioned leaving yet? How long can I push these feelings away? Is that even possible? 

Walking down the beach together in a comfortable silence, your thoughts rolling through your head as usual, but this time he notices. 

“What's going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks so casually.

“Oh, nothing really, just enjoying spending time with you.”

Your own words take you by surprise, as he gives you a smile with his eyes practically turning into the shape of hearts. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckles, and keeps his hold on you as the two of you continue walking. He didn't say anything, but his actions spoke more than words ever could. 

After a few more moments of silence, he speaks up again.

“So, tell me about you…”

“I thought I told you? I moved here for work, I don't really leave my house much….”

“No not that, you as in your traumas, your past experiences, the things that made you, you…”

He interrupts, bringing a wave of nerves to you. 

“My traumas? I don't think that's something you want to hear…” 

With those few words, and the flash of nerves that skimmed your eyes, he knew not to ask any further.

“Well, we don't have to talk about it now, but at some point I would like to know.”“Why?”“So that I can learn to take care of you better…”

“Y-you want to take care of me?”

“Well yeah, I don't know about you, but I was really hoping this wasn't just a one date thing…”

“I-um, I… I hope it's not just a one date thing…”

The two of you continue walking, both a blushing mess, as you can't contain the blush on your features, and he seems equally as flustered. His words are straight forward, but he can't hide the anxiousness in his heart as he waits for you to reply to his words, almost as if he is afraid to say the wrong thing. As the sky falls dark, the two of you decide that it's time to head home, finally returning to the car, and making your way back. 

Arriving at your house after a carpool karaoke session, you and Taehyun are all smiles and giggles together, as if there is not a single care in the world between the two of you, and in this moment, there really isn't, it's simply the two of you in the world, and it feels relieving. He walks you to the door, taking your hand in his, and refusing to let go, even after arriving at the door. He turns to face you, and ever so gently, lifts your chin to look him in the eyes. You've met with him already looking intently at you, as if you are the only thing that matters to him. Yet again, the blush returns, and he chuckles at your flustered state. 

“I had a lot of fun with you today.”

“Me too…”

“I should let you get some rest, but I'll text you. Okay pretty girl?”

“O-okay…”

Before you know it, he starts leaning in closer to you. The tension is so strong, it's almost suffocating, but you don't move away, rather you let his lips gently land on yours, as you melt into his embrace. The sweetest, most gentle kiss you've ever had, and when he pulls away, you are left speechless and in awe of the man standing in front of you.

[beomie3]

txt on girlfriend day :3 (summer edition)

bf!txt x fem!reader (mostly fluff, some suggestive material)

⭐️ soobin

soob takes you camping!!

he is such a granola bf lolz, he literally knows everything about how to survive in the wild and you find it so attractive 🤭

he sets the tent up and lets you help him if you want, but mostly he wants his gf to relax in the shade, not overworking herself on her special day <3

"you deserve princess treatment every day of course," he pecks you on the cheek, interlacing his fingers with yours while you rock on the hammock together. "but today you are the queen of the entire universe!" he starts kissing your face everywhere and it soon escalates to a tickle fight.

once the tent is set up by the shore, you walk over to the dock which of course results in jumping into the lake together, fingers interlaced.

"three! two...!" and before he reaches one you're already running full speed towards the edge of the dock, pulling you along with him. you both reunite underwater, coming up for a breath only to meet your lips together and literally could not break them apart ^3^

after drying off, the two of you roast marshmallows as the sun sets, making smores for one another! he made you as many smores until your heart's content. "my baby needs to eat as much as she wants!" he loved seeing the look on your face when you took a bite like it was the best thing you'd ever tasted.

once it was dark and crickets chirped, the two of you got cozy in the tent under thick blankets, only the lantern's warm lighting illuminating his face as you looked into his dark brown eyes. he told you the story of the day he fell in love with you as he held you in his arms, his voice soothing you like no other.

a kiss turned into another, which turned into another, which then turned into a makeout, and then his shirt was off, and then the lantern was turned off and that's when you knew tonight would be an extra special night ;)

(currently working on turning this into a full fic! :P)

⭐️ yeonjun

junie takes you clothing shopping 😋

but first, he wakes you up with snuggles, (really passionate morning sex), and your favorite latte that he took the time to perfectly prepare before you awoke.

you both wear matching outfits ofc hehe.

he takes you to your favorite clothing stores. "get anything you want baby," he kisses the side of your neck before leaving the car and if you didn't have self-control you'd want him to rip your clothes off here and now :p

he always works so hard to be able to get you whatever you need and want, of course there is no problem spending it all on you!!

as someone with impeccable fashion sense, he helps you pick out some summer outfits that he had in mind.

he cannot contain his big grin when you walk out of the fitting room wearing the prettiest outfit ever! he is literally so grateful to have such a beauty like you <3

let's not forget, he also takes you to plenty of lingerie stores and you two have lots of fun there ;)

"this one is for tonight," you wink at him as you hold a red lace piece against your body and his mind goes to unexplainable places.

"can't wait to take it off of you," he whispers in your ear and the tension is already through the roof and you cannot wait to get home.

once you get home from dinner, you get straight to it and boy is it hot ;)

⭐️ beomgyu

you and gyu stay the weekend at your beach house :)

you two had met as kids and grew up together. you crossed paths because both of your families owned beach houses right next to each other! he was always the boy next door <3

anyway, it’s ten years later and you both now own one of the houses together as a vacation home. the two of you love to spend weekend getaways here!

you chase each other around the beach like you're young all over again, falling in love over and over and over again.

you go to the farmers market together and pick fresh groceries for tonight's dinner he is cooking for you :)

you get home, put a record on the turntable, and cook together. you sip red wine, slow dancing in the kitchen as the spaghetti noodles boil.

he serves your plate, carefully using spaghetti sauce to write "happy gf day baby <3" on the side of your plate and your heart melts.

dinner is so yummy and you eat it on the balcony, just watching the sun disappear beyond the horizon, feeling the damp ocean wind comb through your hair.

"you have some red sauce here!" you wipe his lip with your thumb and he wants nothing but to kiss you all over.

he carries you upstaris after dinner once the sun completely sets, laying you down on the queen bed you both share.

he wanted to do so much for you; run you a bath, give you a massage, sing you a song.. but right now, you could not keep your hands off of each other. your eyes said it all.

"i want to show you how much i love you," he whispered against your lips as he pulled you down down into the sheets with him.

(this is a snippet of the full version i've been writing that will be published soon!)

⭐️ taehyun

terry takes you to the national art museum in the city because he knows how much you love going to museums with him <3

he takes the cutest candid pics of you while you marvel over the paintings, sure to post them on his instagram and send them to his family🥺

he takes you out for boba after because how can it be a perfect day without boba??

plus he loves hearing when you compare his large shining eyes to boba pearls hehe.

you walk around a quaint park holding hands, stopping inside little shops and simply enjoying your time together.

he stops at a bench under a tree to get something from his bag. "i have something for you," he holds something behind his back. your face grows hot, stomach twisting with the question of what it might be.

he stretches out his hand, holding a small box, opening it to reveal a pink, sparkling promise ring. "i want to be with you foreve-" he barely gets his words out before you've jumped into his arms, squeezing his strong frame as hard as you could.

tears stain your cheeks. you cannot contain how grateful you are to have such an amazing boy in your life <3

" i want to be with you forever, tae," and you share the sweetest kiss. he's sure to take over 100 pictures of you with your new sparkly ring on too :)

⭐️ huening kai

kai takes you on a drive but you have no idea where he is taking you!

the car ride consists of you blasting music and singing your hearts out, listening to his amazing vocals. you could seriously listen to him sing all day.

you arrive at the spot; atop a tall hill and looking over the entire city. its golden hour, the sun is starting to set and he looks so beautiful in the orange-yellow light.

"close your eyes!" he yells once he leads you out of the car and you hear him rummaging around in the back seat.

you open your eyes when he tells you to as he pops open the trunk of his suv and behold! the cutest arrangement of things decorate large space.

fairy lights adorn the sign he made you reading "happy girlfriend's day to the best girl in the entire planet and universe!!!" with a bunch of colorful hearts and cute emojis he attempted to draw.

there are pillows and blankets and a basket of your favorite candies. he also got you plushies and packed a picnic of your favorite fast food because he just had to.

the two of you sat in the trunk eating an arrangement of your favorite food, candy, and soda. a bit unhealthy, but it’s your special treat that he knows you had been craving it the entire week.

after eating, you lay on top of his car watching the stars, sharing little kisses and giggling over inside jokes.

he hands you a small jar in which you discover holds tons of little pieces of paper. you read them one at a time. your eyes begin to well.

he had written over 100 different things he loves about you on each piece of paper.

"kai," you look at him, tears welling your eyes.

a million i love you’s are what you expressed through the tightest embrace.

note: each and every one of you are so so special, treat yourself to a little something today :) here is a little treat, i <3 you!! also, please let me know if you’d like me to turn any of these into full length stories💓

[hyuukais]

WHAT YOU DESERVE

Y/n is beloved by thousands on the internet, being a popular streamer. However, they���ve never been able to find nearly as much affection in their love life, despite searching for years. Just when they’re close to giving up on love all together, they suddenly find their romantic prospects on an upturn.

Now, two of the hottest men they’ve ever met want to show them the love that they deserve!

Hueningkai x Reader x Taehyun

Social Media au!, streamer au!, poly tyunning, genderqueer!reader, slowburn but in like the worst way possible

Feat. Xdinary Heroes Jooyeon and Stray Kids Seungmin & Jeongin

Warnings: 16+, swearing, gay jokes 😞, some suggestive content and discussion of sexual topics, discussions about gender insecurity, more warnings on individual chapters

Started: sept. 6th 2024

Completed: N/A; ongoing

Updates every friday

Note: when I use the term “gender-nonconforming” or “genderqueer” i’m simply referring to the reader being not-cis. of course there are a range of ways in which that can be expressed but without pushing a too-specific label onto the reader, this is what i’m choosing to do. this is based on certain personal preferences and i just find genderqueer to be the best term to represent what i’m trying to say, a person who is queer in regards to their gender :]

gay furries gods forgotten sims

Negative Rizz

I ❤️ My Boyfriend

sentient oranges

god forbid i call a homie hot

so sexy and strong

buildup (written)

gods strongest soldier

scheming goes hard

leon kennedy’s voluptuous breasts

play wonderwall

just jumped for joy

kissed with tongue

start counting

seman

best boyfriend ever

very sugar daddy

small businesses

y/n’s malewife cooking class (written)

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓽❤️

getting freaky to LoL

milking

back and forth 😜🤤

freaky burger

single on valentine’s day

twinkatron and twunkward

here kitty kitty

new kink unlocked

toilet witch

can’t stop giggling

i cannot stop winning

[milkbobatyun]

loving taehyun is like sweet kisses

pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight headcanon, drabble (-ish)

summary: what it’s like loving taehyun, but it's the kisses you share

word count: 394

a/n: more to add for the 'loving taehyun' series bc he's taking up all my mind rn. if you can't tell from the fic, i love his dimples (and dimples in general they're so cute) seeing happy tyun at their concerts makes my heart so happy but also seeing the stuff about them being overworked makes me so sad :( on a happier note, thank u pookie @yeonjunsfox for always reading through this and honestly being the best cheerleader (?) for me (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

loving taehyun is like showering him in sudden kisses, while his attention is on something else, or he’s just simply there.

with a rare day off, you and taehyun lounged on the couch, playing a competitive game of mario kart. you were both focused on the screen of the television, desperate to beat the other person in hopes of getting out of doing the dishes tonight.

in the final lap of the round, you and taehyun were both placed 1st and 2nd respectively. with a well-timed throw of the green turtle shell, taehyun knocked your character’s kart off the course, before speeding past you to the finish line.

with a gleeful cheer, taehyun threw his arms up in delight. with a pout, you put down the controller.

“you cheated” you accused playfully.

taehyun turned around to you with a cheeky grin on his face. “admit it,  you’re a sore loser.” he teased back.

you tried to be mad at him, but seeing his eyes crinkled up into crescents and his dimple showing immediately softened your heart. in a spur of the moment, you grabbed his face with both of your hands, landing a quick kiss on his dimple before shifting your focus to the tip of his nose.

the fluttery kisses tickled taehyun’s face and his grin grew even wider.

the types of kisses taehyun give you are greeting kisses and farewell kisses.

when he has to leave for a late night schedule, he would tiptoe into your room, giving you a sweet forehead kiss as a way of saying ‘goodnight’ and ‘i love you’ before he departs. 

he gives you a loving kiss on the lips when he’s departing from the airport for one of the group’s tours, much to the annoyance of the rest of the members.  if you come to greet him at the airport when he lands back home, then that’ll be what you use to greet him as a ‘welcome back’.

when taehyun’s feeling super romantic, he loves to kiss the inside of your wrist, while looking at you with his eyes, which hold so much love and feeling in those expressive boba eyes.

kisses become the unspoken way the two of you communicate, they’re such a simple action, yet for the both of you, they hold so much meaning.

overall, loving taehyun is 228 kisses out of 20.

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobatyun 2024 / づ ♡

[getoogles]

; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️ fight, flight, or fuck? (atwb! 2)

part one | atwb! masterlist

— note; i know little to nothing about boxing and genuinely cannot look at this fic anymore :D. any feedback or thoughts for the series are welcomeee. bold dialogue is in english. edited.

— synopsis; it’s the next day reunited with your favourite people in the world, and taehyun has a proposal for you that you can’t pass up, including a little surprise to spice up your time together. 12.6k words (💀).

— cw; hella fluff again, smut, poly relationship (ot5 + you), long distance relationship, idol txt, actor reader, more yn usage, SO MANY PETNAMES, sonny angel unboxing cuz i can, domtop male reader, taejun crumbs, lil feminisation, humiliation kink, tiny manhandling/strength kink, unused safeword, anal fingering, sex toys (vibrating butt plug), edging & denial, semi-public (in an empty gym room, then shower room), foot humping, face-fucking (t receiving), facial, subspace, he cries a teensy bit, aftercare, mentioned shower sex & creampie.

the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the cracked door is what steals you apart from your deep slumber, accompanied by an immense appetite. beomgyu is still passed out, despite the bright light filtering in from the early afternoon sun. he’s sprawled out on top of you, arms secured around your top half while you lie on your stomach, and you think you can feel a sticky patch of skin on your back where he may or may not have drooled a little.

you can’t bring yourself to move at first, choosing to lay with your eyes closed to commit to memory the rare feeling of peace that holds your body. the brown-haired man lightly snores away above you, barely discernible over the sound of the ac, and the sun’s golden rays warm your skin. this is home. you let out a pleased hum and wiggle your whole body automatically, beomgyu’s following along, at the serenity of it all.

then reality sets in once again. the pinches of discomfort in your stomach quickly morph into a black hole, the pain near unbearable with the way your insides seem to warp around each other in a cry for sustenance. with a small sigh at the terms of your mortality, you attempt to slide out of your boyfriend’s grip. it isn’t without its challenges, however. beomgyu tightens his hold unconsciously, even going so far as to roll with you when you turn onto your side to pry the iron grip manually. lacing his fingers with yours, you successfully get loose and crawl onto the cool floor.

“why are you leaving me?” his whines flow out in a low rasp, even deeper than his usual pitch thanks to sleep, eyes still shut. he extends a blind arm out to look for you and finds nothing but still warm sheets. amused by his antics, you reach out to card your fingers through his long, messy hair.

“good morning to you too, beomie.” beomgyu only grunts at you while leaning into your touch, insisting you answer his question. “my stomach is caving in on itself, baby. i’ll bring you some breakfast, hm?”

the younger nods languidly, finally blinking his beautiful dark eyes open to look at you. he puckers his lips adorably with the small energy he managed to summon, eyes already fluttering close again. after granting his wish and one more on his nose, you slip out of the room and allow your own nose to guide you (you also had some trouble keeping your eyes open).

you’re soon greeted with the sight of taehyun’s broad back, arriving just as he skilfully grabs a golden slice of bread on its ascent from the toaster. you move behind him silently and slip your arms around his waist to curl yourself over his body. taehyun jumps in shock, scolding you for creeping up like that but leans into your embrace anyway while he starts on another task. he’s a lot firmer than you remember, you think as your hands dance along his tank top and apron, and remind you of his physique. it’s a lot different seeing – and feeling – it in person. you make a mental note to comment on his well-earned progress.

“did you sleep well?” he asks.

“not for long, but it was the best i’ve had in a while. did you?”

“me too – i feel so much better when we’re all together.” you nuzzle taehyun’s neck at the sweet comment and he scrunches up with a wide, dimpled smile. “you were up late? how long was the movie?”

“yeah honey, how was the movie?” the new teasing voice makes your head spin. yeonjun is strolling in, old graphic shirt half on and bare face making your stomach twist and turn (in a good way this time). he gives you a pointed look as he leans on the counter beside the two of you. you pull a silly face in return at the realisation of being caught. nice one, you berate the you of yesterday as you feel your cheeks heat up in slight mortification.

he isn’t finished, however, commenting childishly, “ehhh~ don’t act shy now. he was all over me last night after you roughed him up,” you guess soobin had snuck into his room in the middle of the night (he really loved his post-sex cuddles). taehyun looks a little lost, both at your obvious embarrassment and yeonjun’s tittering.

“taehyun, you didn’t hear them last night?” at his words, taehyun cranes his neck around to take a gander at you for the first time since you stepped into the kitchen. sure enough, some weak marks litter your darker skin. as expected of soobin.

“well, if you must know, we, uh,” you cough into your fist, “did get a little distracted... but that’s fine, because i know it’s five stars on letterboxd anyway.”

“heard something else was five stars too — you couldn’t even wait until his room, ya nasties.” the ginger snickers at his own joke, barely dodging the hand towel you grab and whip at him. looks like someone woke up on the right side of bed. such incessant teasing was inevitable, yet you find the eldest’s playfulness infecting you contagiously. while you’re preoccupied, taehyun slips around you to carry some large plates filled with a variety of breakfast foods over to their dining table. yeonjun is quickly distracted, his arms up in defence losing their strength, “wow, looks delicious, tae.”

you hum in agreement, picking up two dishes you figured made the cut and helping out with the transfer. once the three of you had laid out the humble dining table, taehyun pauses at the head with a pleased expression before glancing up at you with big, round eyes.

“i’m about to fuck this shit up,” he laughs at your choice of words, picking up a juicy strawberry and pressing it to your lips. If there’s one thing taehyun loved, it was feeding his favourite people in the world. you take a big bite before you kiss him in appreciation. the sweet juices flood his mouth when you do, and he blames the fresh fruit as to why you taste so irresistible. his eyes are still closed when you pull away with a thank you, pretty. you miss his flustered smile as you turn back to the table, “damn, this really is a lot. you made it all yourself?”

“yeah. i wanted to do something nice since you’re back, and it’s been a minute since we had a big home-cooked breakfast like this. right, hyung?” yeonjun nods, looking up at the both of you from his seat, eyes sparkling as flavour bursts in his mouth, so good.

“next time, tell me please. i want to help. but thank you, thank you, thank you. you spoil me too much.” you punctuate each thanks with a pointed kiss on his cheek.

the oldest pulls out the chair beside him and pats it a couple times for you to take a seat. you do so quickly, hand moving to the exposed parts of his waist and caressing the skin. not missing the chance, yeonjun cuts up a piece of the hotteok he was just munching on and brings it to your lips with an expectant look. the warm syrup catches on your lips as he places it in your mouth. he has a mind to lick it off, but you beat him to it, tongue catching it in one swipe.

“is it good?” taehyun asks, still standing at the head of the table with hands on his narrow hips. yeonjun is watching you like a hawk too. you munch a couple of times to let the taste flood your tastebuds. your deep, content moan is all that he needs. “eat lots, guys.” taehyun takes off his apron before joining both of you at the table, beginning to ask more about your time away.

you’re about halfway through your delicious homemade feast when hyuka joins you, greeting all three of you while he fills his plate to the brim. soobin is next to arrive with the slightest limp to his step. huening can’t hide his amusement at the sorry state of his hyung.  

“don’t laugh,” he complains shyly, trying to fix his wild black hair as he surveys the food. everyone is eyeing him, one or two a tad jealous and all entertained. his neck boasts pretty patches of crimson, and his face is puffy like the bread he loves to eat. you wink at him when he catches your eyes through his black-rimmed glasses. he’s noticeably flustered, but doesn’t let it stop him from asking, “where’s beomgyu?”

“still in bed. ah-! i said i’d bring him some food. whoops.” you start to move when yeonjun suggests you bring him out so you can all eat together. you agree and head back to his room, unable to resist giving soobin’s supple butt a rub and a pat when you slip by him.

beomgyu is awake when you return to his room, wrapped up in his duvet and scrolling on his phone with a loose hand. he’s quick to discard it off to the side as he spots your figure, looking at you with a disgruntled expression when you beckon him up. “come on, pup. let’s go eat together.”

“hyung it’s been like an hour. you forgot about me, huh.”

“first of all don’t exaggerate; it wasn’t that long. second, nooo, i didn’t forgetttt! how could i ever?” he rolls away from you at the lilt to your voice, and your awful lying skills. at his stubbornness you walk closer and lean over him, now able to see the cute ‘:>’ face he’s sporting and knowing that he wasn’t actually upset. “hyung is sorry, gyu. i love you.” he meets your puppy dog eyes briefly before closing them and making a show of snuggling in.

“i’m ‘sleep. love you too though.” beomgyu feels your arms wind around his waist, and before he knows it, his body is waving goodbye to the warmth of his mattress and he’s in the air. of course, it doesn’t happen silently, his mouth moving faster than his mind as he screams in shock. it’s startling for you too; you quickly place him down but don’t loosen your hold – his knees had yet to regain their strength from his brief spout of adrenaline, meaning you were the only thing stopping him from face-planting the floor.

“that was so much fun!” beomgyu grins like a madman, now fully awake. he spins around to look at you with gorgeous brown eyes, overflowing with love. you’re a little confused by how much he enjoyed it, but let your expression do the talking for you, happy you could make him smile. “i want a piggyback. please?”

you turn around in reply, bending at the knees for him to hop on. he does so without any trouble and loops his arms around your shoulders, allowing you to walk the pair of you back into the kitchen.

“i’m surprised you got him out of bed, honestly.” soobin comments, shoving some buttered bread into his mouth.

“but of course,” you slip into your previous seat next to yeonjun after dropping beomgyu off by the spare chair, the ginger’s arm reaching out to rest over the back of your chair. taehyun is quick to pass the new arrival his favourites, making sure the brunet ate a good amount. beomgyu ruffles his black hair in appreciation as you ask, “what are we doing today?”

most of them didn’t have any specific plans, besides heading to the office for a quick meeting about their break plans. there were a few friends you planned to meet up with while you were in south korea, and your agency had set up some castings and a test shoot for you attend but you wanted to spend a majority of your time with your boyfriends. which meant tagging along here and there, and somewhat impromptu dates and precious quality time.

“yn-hyung,” taehyun catches your attention, “do you want to come to the gym with me today? before the meeting? i want to practise some boxing techniques i learnt abroad while we’re over there.”

“mh, yeah! i haven’t worked out in a while because i’ve been so busy lately.” taehyun grins at your quick and enthusiastic acceptance, happy he could spend some time with you.

“why didn’t you invite me?” huening complains jokingly.

“do you want to come?” the older challenges him in an instant.

“no… but still.” he pouts, and soobin gives his soft cheeks a pinch with a fond smile. “i would’ve if you said something earlier though. i wanna see hyung beat you up.”

the unexpected attack causes laughter to break out around the table. you flex your biceps after your bought of cackles, pointing with two fingers at your own eyes and then directing them to taehyun in a taunt.

“i don’t know about that one anymore, hyuka; taehyun’s gotten really good.” beomgyu joins in, eyeing his younger member.

“actually, i can tell.” you can’t help but admit, “well, i’ll need to see it first-hand y’know, put him to the test and the like. but holy shit, babe – i was thinking about it earlier when I was hugging you, and i could literally feel how hard you’ve worked.”

taehyun feels his lips hike up further and further as everyone else joins in with the compliments, recognising his effort over the years. he pulls up his arms too, flexing off the growth and definition to your whoops and cheers.

“it’s kinda scary,” soobin chimes in off-handedly. beomgyu takes his comment personally.

“i don’t know why you’re scared! you little bitch, he’s always attacking me!” that is also true, you nod along through your laugh. taehyun loved fighting and putting his physical strength to good (?) use, and the current brunet tended to be the unfortunate target of his affections, his protests often ringing loud in the background of calls and videos.

beomgyu directs the topic back to you with a finger, offering you up to be the new sandbag with little regard for your own opinions on the matter. luckily for him, you’re more than happy to take his position. you and taehyun share a subtle look that soobin is the only one to catch onto, watching as a common understanding passes through your eyes. the leader has absolutely no plans to intervene. poor beomgyu.

after eating, yeonjun quickly steals you away to his room, with plans to nap. he hadn’t been awake for more than maybe two hours at that point, but such a glamorous lifestyle meant full nights of sleep were few and far between. the older had told you earlier how he hadn’t been sleeping so well recently, using the truth as an incentive to make you follow along. although you would’ve agreed regardless, forever at his beck and call.

the ginger falls into his unmade bed with you right behind him, sliding ungracefully over his body to reach his other side, and curling your arms around each other. it’s still for a while, just the sounds of your light breathing and the faint thumps of your heartbeats until you speak up, “are you really going back to sleep?”

he furrows his thick eyebrows the way he endearingly does in mild frustration at your question, grumbling into your neck as his arms tighten around you, “yes. you’re my body pillow, so you can’t leave. you can talk if you’d like though. you know i love your voice.”

“i can talk! well, i’ll say,” you bring up a hand to run through his light hair, sweeping it away from his face so you could kiss his forehead, “there’s no-one quite as generous as you, my prince. how should i serve you? sing your praises? reminisce my favourite times together? i fear you won’t be getting much rest,” at your sudden roleplay yeonjun’s defined cheeks tug up and he giggles with glee at your consideration.

“honey you’re cute,”

“i know. you’re cuter though,”

it shouldn’t be new news that your jjunie loves to be loved, to be adored, even babied on the occasion. the latter didn’t happen as frequently as he would’ve liked with the other members, seeing as he was the oldest and endorsed with the star-studded title of ‘4th gen it boy’. soobin often indulged him as his leader but age hierarchies triumphed most of the time. you were younger than him but had a sense of maturity from your upbringing and how you lived your adult life, as well as being a foreigner to korea.

so whenever you were home, he’d turn it up to the max. and of course, you’d let your cuteness aggression get the better of you. not like the other four were any less adorable in your eyes. it was meant to be. as he nuzzles closer, yeonjun’s cheeks begin to hurt from how hard he’s smiling. he would absorb your entire being endocytosis-style if he could, and you still wouldn’t be close enough.

around you, yeonjun could relinquish control and relax without questions or judgement, something he adored you for dearly. this year had been tough – maybe the toughest they’d had yet – with the first name chapter reaching the success that it did and countless promotions in both south korea and abroad. all the times he’d wanted nothing more than to collapse into your arms and empty his head of all his worries yet with no success had weighed on you too, feeling guilt that you couldn’t be there when he, and the rest, needed you the most. it ate you up inside. but you were together now, and you’d make the most of it. who knew when you’d see each other in person again?

“love you, jjunie.”

“i love you more, baby.”

“yn-hyung,” a soft voice steals your attention from your phone. yeonjun sleeps away peacefully glued to your skin, having passed out not long after your confessions. you spot taehyun in the doorway to yeonjun’s room and smile at the sight of him, waiting for him to speak. his circular eyes move from your face to yeonjun’s, then back to you again, showing clear hesitance.

“are you busy..?” you snicker quietly, keeping your voice low as you reply to keep your sleeping prince asleep.

“i said i wouldn’t leave, but he’s been asleep for a while. why, what’s up, doll?” the familiar pet name makes him smile, and he beckons you over with a hand.

“come, i want to show you something before we go.” his words make you check your wrist, and you realise indeed that the time for your impromptu training session was creeping closer. you nod at the younger and lift a finger up to tell him you’ll be just a second. by the time you’ve wormed out of yeonjun’s weak hold and replaced your absence with an actual body pillow, taehyun had slipped out of yeonjun’s room to wait in the corridor.

“okay,” you look at him gently, “what is it?” without an answer, taehyun takes your hand and pulls you to his own bedroom just one door over, shutting it behind you.

then it feels like you’ve suddenly turned invisible. the silence is long, and you wait, somewhat patiently, for taehyun to speak. the idol fiddles lightly; running a hand through his black hair to pull it out of his face, tugging at the already loose collarbone of his brown custom-made hoodie. in case you were contributing to his unusual nervousness, you take a seat on his bed to flip the height dynamic, resting your weight on one hand placed behind you in a relaxed position.

your eyes trail the room, “did you change some things in here, tyun? it looks a different.”

taehyun almost springs into action, “uh!” he nods endearingly, “i got a new dresser and put out some souvenirs from- oh!” a light bulb appears over his head, following along as he moves to his desk – in a new position, you observe alone – and picks up a familiar-looking shape. he then takes a seat next to you, handing you the hexagonal box covered in hearts, “i got you a sonny angel! it’s from one of the valentine’s collections.”

you gasp and you look at him wide-eyed before rotating the box in small disbelief. you had started collecting the cute figurines not that long ago after falling in love with them through an instagram reel some months back, and kept the boys updated. you had lots of fun in sharing your finds, even attributing nicknames to your favourites, and comparing some to your boyfriends. it appeared to be part of a collection from a few years back. taehyun would’ve been in the middle of promotions for temptation when he picked it up, which made it even more special that he was thinking of you during the hectic time.

“aha! no fucking way! thank you so much, baby.” you turn to pull him into a side hug, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “can i open it?”

“obviously; it’s yours.” you realise a little too late that the question was unnecessary, but quickly open it up. a small figure dressed in a yellow shirt with ‘LOVE’ written on the front in red font greeted your grinning face, the angel’s left mouse ear decorated with what looked like dripping milk chocolate.

“it’s a mouse!”

“do you like it? is it new?” taehyun had watched you unbox it on the edge of his seat, fingers and toes crossed tightly in hopes it wasn’t one you already had.

“yes?! i’m so happy. now I just need the sheep to complete this collection. this is so much fun!” you kick your feet in happiness and tackle taehyun on his bed. he doesn’t stay down for long, summoning his strength to flip you over so he’s on top and confining your arms above your head. the impromptu wrestling match catches you off guard, and by the time you register what’s happening, taehyun’s grip on your wrists and your waist with his thighs are too solid to break out of.

he grins above you, fanged teeth on display. you struggle to speak through your laughter, but manage to concede the victory to taehyun, “we should save our energy for later, tyun.”

“whatever, flop. i’m gonna beat your ass, just wait.” he loosens up, yet with your hands still entwined and unremoved from his seat on your stomach, looking down at you with stars sparkling in his boba eyes as you scoff.

“alright, big man. i’ll believe it when it happens.” you play with each other’s fingers for a second, until you remember why you were together in the first place, “what was it that you were gonna show me? i’m so curious,”

“…that was it.” your face falls at your inconsiderate words but before you can say anything taehyun grins at you, “jk.”

“ha ha ha.”

taehyun slides off from on top of you and you sit up, watching as he lowers himself to reach under his bed. he pulls out a black, rectangular box, one that you’re not at all a stranger to. when you can see his face again, you notice how his ears have lit up to stand out against the dark strands framing his face. “jagi do you remember… like a while ago, the video?”

it seems like his sentence ends there, despite the lack of actual information he’d given you – a lot of videos, and some more, had been exchanged in your time apart. you lift both eyebrows to show you’d need a little more than that.

“y’know, that video,” a blank stare. rolling his eyes lightly through his blush, taehyun thinks of something else that could hint at what he was talking about, without saying it outright. “the one that i sent you with kai.” a memory flashes across your mind after a moment of thinking.

“oh.” you remembered that one very well. you can feel yourself grow hot as the events fly back to you.

if your poor memory served you right, it happened around their stop in washington dc. you’d actually been in new york city that time, for a week for a short campaign with tom ford. the similar time zones allowed you to call and text more frequently than if you were on opposite ends of the earth (which it was a majority of the time). it was late at night, the night after their second concert and the day before they were to fly to another state. you were in bed, scrolling on your phone while our planet played on the tv. then, a video attachment notification appeared at the top of your screen, sent from taehyun.

the preview was black and you assumed it’d just be a clip of him doing something silly to make you smile, like it tended to be. oh boy, were you wrong. on their end, taehyun's screen very soon lit up with your incoming video call.

you cough as the image of their bare lower halves resurfaces in your mind, matching buttplugs snuggled in between their cheeks. “um, yeah. i remember. it was such a nice surprise, tyunnie. what about it?”

“well,” he begins to open up the box, eyes flitting between you and the task at hand, “i was thinking we could make today fun… did you know it vibrates?”

your eyes nearly fly out of your head. “what?? they vibrate?” you don’t recall it being mentioned on your call back then.

“uh,” he nods and his healthy hair follows suit, bouncing up and down. you reach out a hand to smooth down his hair and he leans into your palm when you rest it on his cheek. when you look down, you can see he’s retrieved it, a deep burgundy colour against his light skin. you take it from his hands and inspect it in awe. it looked to be medium in size, about two inches in width and just over four in length. “here’s the remote.”

once he hands you both of the small devices, you waste no time in switching it on to its lowest setting on a constant hum. it springs to life in your hands, and you gasp in exclamation at the unexpected surge of power. suddenly you can feel a hot flash spark through your body in anticipation. you keke lightly and give taehyun seductive eyes, waving the buzzing toy by your face, “so you wanna use it?”

“mmh, don’t you think it’ll be fun? i’ll need a handicap if you want any shot of beating me anyway, hyung.” he takes the remote from your grasp and turns it off with glowing cheeks, cautious about the battery life although he made sure it was fully charged earlier today.

“okay, pretty.” you pull him close with a loose grip on his neck, your lips brushing against his ever so. “let me prep you?”

taehyun hums lowly in response and keeps his eyes trained on your lips. you don’t make a move. he groans, feeling his heart race at your closeness. “you’re such a tease,”

“you love it.”

“maybe i do,” taehyun leans back to fall on his bed, pulling you down on top of him with ease. his strong legs loosely frame your hips, and you keep yourself propped up above him with your forearms. “wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

you stare at him unimpressed (actually quite impressed at the reference), but taehyun is cackling away like he’s told the joke of the century. by the time he’s calmed down, there’s a lone tear escaping from his eyes. you wipe it off with your thumb and give him another look, unable to stop your smile.

“don’t act like it wasn’t funny.”

“only a little bit. don’t let it get to your head.” there’s a drifting look in taehyun’s eyes when you finish talking and you know he wasn’t listening to a single word. you await his next actions eagerly. he doesn’t disappoint, pulling you down into a deep kiss. his hand rests at the back of your head to keep you near, and the other takes your own hand.

he leads it up his hoodie to rest on his warm skin, silently handing you the reigns. and you take them. a small moan trickles from his pink lips when you pin both his hands above his head with your free hand. the other you use to trace a line down the valleys of his toned stomach before landing at his small waist and tugging him up into you. you roll your hips into his ass and swallow his gasps with your mouth.

you move along and trail tender kisses down his jaw until you’re by his ear, and whisper, “you want me?”

kang taehyun is not a man who shies away from what he wants. and what he wants is you. his actions are enough to tell you that when he nods quickly, legs restless where they tighten around your hips in growing need. you can’t help your wolfish grin, and taehyun can feel the heat run south at the look in your eyes.

if you were in a different mood, you might have made him beg, maybe teased him for proposing such a lewd idea, one at his extremely professional office, nonetheless. but fortunate for your delectable boyfriend, you’re feeling particularly pleasant today. not to mention how wonderful he’s being to you too, trusting you endlessly and giving you control of his body like this.

with that it doesn’t take long until three of your fingers are curling away inside his tight ass, and you’ve reduced him down to a puddle of cute noises and hushed moans. his pretty dick is bright red as it leaks endlessly, but you’re resourceful and scoop it up with your fingers, using it to pump at his length. taehyun’s hips twist and jerk under your hold, but he does his best to keep still and you’re sure to let him know with praise that makes tears spring to his eyes.

“hyung, i-i can’t,” it doesn’t help that his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. in fact taehyun’s surprised he made it to three fingers without blowing his load all over himself.

“mmh? hyung’s here,” your soft words don’t help one bit. if anything, the fidgeting increases and his moans more frequent. the way he looks at you, face screwed in pleasure and big brown eyes pleading with you. for what, you aren’t sure of but nonetheless your cock stirs in your shorts. you too keep your eyes trained on him like a hawk, gaze burning wherever it landed on his body as you soak in everything he has to offer. so pretty.

“are you close, baby?” you finally ask, letting go of his dick to rub circles on his hips. it didn’t seem like he was letting himself go any time soon, and it was a fool’s bet on just how much longer he could last.

taehyun doesn’t answer you verbally, whimpering when your thrusts pick up in intensity. it’s hard, so fucking hard, to will himself to move, however, it’s easier than trying to string a sentence together. instead, the hand that had been gripping the sheets by his head, to the point of threads breaking, reaches down to stop you before he loses even more control of himself.

the younger wasn’t the biggest fan of the more intense overstimulation, like the oldest three favoured, you’d come to learn about him. you had also learned that he much preferred some edging. he was patient and prided himself on self-control; what better way to test that than denying such a primal instinct? you stay inside of him as you lean over and closer to take in his dazed expression, rosy cheeks, and fluttering eyes as he tries to get his breathing stable.

“so cute,” you coo. his determination is extra impressive given this is the first time you’ve touched him in literal months. “are sure you can work out like this?”

“hyung, the p-plug,” you take that as a yes, knowing he would let you know if he wasn’t up for it at any point. kneeling up, you slowly pull out your fingers and grab the plug. once you’ve lubed it up sufficiently, you press it into taehyun until the flat base is flush against his stretched rim, leaning down to press a kiss on his inner thigh in encouragement.

“you did so well f’me, doll. good?”

taehyun wiggles his hips, sucking in a breath when the toy sitting inside him glides against his swollen prostate. “mmh. good. give me a second please.”

you wait patiently as taehyun collects himself, watching his handsome face knit and relax in pleasure. while you missed the pink, darker hair looked gorgeous on him, undeniably so. it’d be a pointless lie to say you made it through unaffected by him but it’s nothing you can’t handle, and it’s easy to put yourself aside to focus on him. lacing your fingers through his, you sit him up and cuddle him.

“should we go soon?”

“yeah, we should – it’s getting late and i wanna get a good sesh in before the meeting.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“okay; i’m gonna go get changed and get our shit ready. you drinking pre?”

“is the sky blue?” his tone is definite and you’re sure he thought it was a scandalous question.

“actually, no it’s not. not right now, anyway.” (it was currently quite overcast). taehyun doesn’t say a work but leans back, left arm poised by his head, and flinches as if to hit you. you knew he wasn’t going to, yet you duck off the bed and out the room regardless, laughing loudly.

after changing clothes and packing everything you both needed for the gym into a duffle bag, including shower material and a change of clothes, you head to the front of their dorm and drop it by the door. as you wait for taehyun, you linger in the kitchen where yeonjun appears to have made his way after waking up from his nap. his hair is still messy, and a shallow indent runs across his cheek from sleeping on his thin necklace. a cup of spicy ramen sits on the counter in front of him, and he scoops it into his mouth while staring at his phone.

“yeonjunnie~!”

“babyy, what’s up?” he headbutts your shoulder when you sidle up behind him and look over at his phone screen nosily. after a quick glance, you move to a cupboard and start prepping your pre-workout drinks.

“ready to get them gains. ahhh,” yeonjun picks up some noodles with his chopsticks without a second thought as you lean towards him, placing them in your mouth. you moan in approval and the ginger places a quick kiss on your lips, unable to resist the urge.

while you’re busy vigorously shaking the bottles, he rakes his eyes over you and notices you’re now wearing taehyun’s bulls’ jersey, paired with black basketball shorts. a different sort of hunger begins to rear its head at the sight of your muscles. “how was your nap, hyung?”

“good, good. did you sleep?” you shake your head. the spice of the noodles begins to settle on your lips, and you reach for a paper towel to wipe the remaining oil off.

“nah, taehyun wanted to talk about the training we’re doing.” you wiggle your fingers and eyebrows in his direction, stained paper towel and all, and he gives you an unimpressed look. yeonjun wasn’t too interested at first, but your childish actions quickly spark his curiosity.

“what?” the older asks. he strips the cup of its few remaining noodles quickly and tosses it away, draining the broth down the sink beforehand.

“we’re using a toy. don’t be too jealous.”

“oh? what toy?”

“this cute little red plug. it vibrates.” yeonjun’s heart swoons at your barely hidden excitement, even if it wasn’t directed at him. to be honest he has to give taehyun kudos, conflicted between wishing he was him and wishing he was you. or preferably, being there with the both of you.

first up was soobin, then taehyun. he really wasn’t surprised; the pair had a certain knack, an innovative spirit unique to the others, which meant that they succeeded in such areas requiring wit and quick thinking more often than not. with beomgyu and kai’s luck, he’s sure they weren’t far off from getting you in between their legs either. but yeonjun had a little something up his sleeve too.

not that it was a competition, or anything. they’re just horny for you, okay? making up for lost time, or the like.

the ginger sidles up to you where you rest against the countertop and laces his hands together behind your neck, luscious lips protruding in a lovely pout as he presses flush against you, “i’m a little jealous, i’ll admit it. buttt, are you doing anything saturday night?”

“not that i know of. why?” even as second nature permits you to hold his waist, you can’t help but raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously. his sharp eyes slowly trail up from your neck, taking in your lips, your nose, your eyes, until they reach where your frown is strongest. he takes a hand to smooth out the wrinkles.

“wanna come out? there’s an event at playtime. leather and lace, something like that. celeb guest list only, ‘nd lots of people you know are turning up, so you shouldn’t feel too awkward.”

just as yeonjun finishes his info dump taehyun walks into the room, now changed into a sleeveless, grey zip-up and black shorts that matched yours. two black face masks are tucked into his hand, as he already anticipated how you’d wish you brought one halfway to your destination.

you hum as you consider the proposal (you’d already decided yes, let’s be real) and ask curiously, picking up on how yeonjun’s eyes gain a pretty sparkle in hopes that you’ll say yes, “just us two?”

“taehyunnie too, if he’s down.” the both of you look at the only other member likely to attend, and he stares right back with big, sweet, empty eyes. “clubbing on saturday night.”

“i’ll think about it. you guys should take hyuka along. maybe yn-hyung can help him meet some people.”

“not bad. i’ll ask him about it,” another idea pops into your head as you look at taehyun. you beckon him over, “do you wanna show jjunie what we’re doing tonight?”

both eye you curiously at your question, but taehyun doesn’t object and steps closer until he’s beside you and yeonjun. you spin him around gently by the hips before you tell him to please pull down his shorts and boxers.

yeonjun’s small gasp makes his ears flare up in a heartbeat. also, it’s hard not to feel shy like that; bent ass out over the counter for both your hungry eyes to feast on. taehyun feels your larger hand on his ass, thumb opening him up so the maroon plug is on display. his rim, glistening with lube, flexes involuntarily at the exposure and the plug bounces gently. you could eat him right up. and when the ginger reaches out a hand to stroke taehyun’s ass, you know he feels the same.

“gorgeous, right?” you turn to yeonjun, inspecting his reaction. his fox-like eyes have darkened and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he nods slowly, entranced by the sight.

“you’re making me want to come with youuu,” he whines, looking up at you with a pout, “taehyun-ah, baby, you look so good, all stuffed like this,” the youngest responds with a timid ‘thanks’.

he lets you tug his shorts back over his butt, feeling dazed from all the attention and your whisper of “good girl” in his ear. when taehyun turns around to face you guys once more, he keeps his head down. yet before he can scurry off to the front door, yeonjun takes him by the waist to kiss him slowly, fully aware of you watching the raunchy display.

they go on until they’re breathless, taehyun just beginning to rut his hips into yeonjun’s as the ache between his legs is reignited. you have half a mind to skip the gym in favour of asking them to continue the show for you. while logical taehyun could kill you on the spot for making him miss a precious session, this taehyun, horny and thinking of nothing but both of your hands on his body, might snatch the chance up. it had been such a while since he had the opportunity, after all.

yeonjun looks like the cat who caught the canary as he lightly pushes taehyun towards you, giving you dangerously suggestive eyes and another pout, “ah really, it’s too bad i can’t join you. have fun and be careful. think of me, ok?”

once yeonjun has disappeared, taehyun elbows your stomach when he walks past you, talking through petulant lips as he complains about how humiliating that was. you grab the vanilla-flavoured concoctions with one arm and follow him with a shit-eating smile.

“give it a rest. we all know you like that shit.” his response is throwing a set of keys at you, slinging the duffle over his shoulder.

“you’re driving, asshole.”

the hybe office is bustling with people when you arrive around late afternoon, but thankfully the gym floor is pretty much bare. he picks an empty training room off to the side with an internal lock, and you assist in creating a makeshift ring with floor mats.

“what should we do to start off with, sir?”

“let’s see. i need to work on my footwork, so we’ll start with drills for that… then some combos with the pads… and end with a sparring match? hold on,”

taehyun jogs over to where you left your belongings by the speaker station earlier. he picks up his phone and snaps a sneaky picture of you as you stand in place and watch him, feeling reminded of the similar-looking emoji. then, he starts a video recording before propping it up so the camera has a clear view of the ring you'll be working out in. “i should record it for moa; i think they’d like it.”

“they’ll eat this shit up aha, you’re right. ‘i wish taehyun would put me in a headlock~!♡’” the pair of you burst out into laughter at the realistic comment. “hehe, sucks to be them because i get your headlocks whenever i want.”

you look at taehyun’s bare arms with a dreamy gaze, batting your eyelashes at him. while he might think that you’re just messing around and being dramatic as usual, all you can think about is how attractive he is. at the thought, you remember the pocket-sized toy sat dormant inside him. in the ride over, you’d made sure to discuss how you wanted to use it as well as establishing a safe word, especially important because you were in public.

“baby, bring the remote when you come back.”

he hands it to you, looking up at you with twinkling eyes and a smile that puts his fangs on display. “kiss?” you instantly indulge him and lean closer to leave several kisses on his pretty lips. he’s satisfied when you pull away, asking, “can you turn it on after we’ve warmed up? also, can i borrow your phone real quick?”

you hand it over without a second thought, also tossing the remote a ways off on the mat in response to his first question. it’s only then that you notice he has a skipping rope in hand. you watch with mild curiosity and begin your own warmup as he connects your phone to the room’s speaker and selects his hip-hop/workout playlist, which you can instantly recognise by the old-school rhythms.

once you’re both done getting your heart rate up and your body loose, you’re quick to switch the vibe onto its lowest setting. you do so without warning taehyun, and snicker to yourself when you see him flinch before freezing in place.

“how is it?”

“this might be harder than i thought,” oh, little did he know.

you spent a good half hour practising his new fancy footwork, a breeze for the both of you. then you moved on to grappling techniques, and that was something else entirely. the constant friction and physical contact meant taehyun was fully bricked up in no time. it was only when you felt his not-so-little friend poking you in the back of the thigh while he had you stomach down, arms pinned behind your back, that he noticed himself. he whined in complaint at your teasing, face maintaining a red hue even as he rolled off you to tuck it hurriedly in the elastic of his shorts.

taehyun is strong, yet agile, making it difficult for you to get out of his holds, let alone pin him down. you had to rely on your own strength to throw him off and your height to wring your limbs away from his grip. alas, natural abilities could only take you so far in the face of honed technique. you eventually tap out when you’re trapped against his front between his strong thighs as they bind around your waist for the nth time, your neck sandwiched in the crook of his elbow.

you stay sprawled between taehyun’s legs after he releases you, looking at his flipped image as he leans over you, black strands falling forward in thick waves. breathing feels harder than normal, and your words come out in a huff, “done? i’m tired of feeling like i’m in a straitjacket.”

the younger laughs at you and gives you a thumbs down in disapproval, “babe. you’re weaker than i remember.”

“suck my dick.”

“you wish i would.” the two of you exchange a look. then you press yourself down onto his bulge. he reacts exactly as you expected – hips jumping up into your back with a muted gasp.

“more like you wish i would.” you move out of taehyun’s reach before he can recover, rolling over to the discarded remote, “i’m going to turn it up, ‘kay? what’s your colour?”

“green!” he gives you an ‘ok’ with his hand, “i can keep going. it’s not as bad as i thought. like a little massage.”

“hmm, i hear ya. we’ll see about that in a bit.” your tone is nothing short of ominous yet before taehyun can question you, you kiss at his confused frown, effectively kissing away his minor concerns too. “is it time for the gloves yet? i’m looking forward to that the most.”

the clock says yes.

a pair of black boxing gloves are pulled onto taehyun’s hands and you pick up the matching pads, beginning to call out the few stances and throws you knew. he does extremely well, also helping you out in order to maximise his practice gains. he appreciated you weren’t a professional by any means, but your enthusiasm to learn and take part in something he was passionate about made up for it by miles. taehyun made sure to compliment you frequently and you did the same, fawning over his swift and powerful movements.

when you switched positions, taehyun’s taken aback by the concentration shining in your eyes. you pick up the combinations with ease and he finds himself itching to finally spar with you.

“solid hits, hyung. to be honest, i figured you’d be good but you’re better than i expected.” he comments as you finish a seven-set combo, shaking off his arms that took the brunt of your fists.

it’s not difficult to hear how his voice has lost its strength, wavering throughout his sentence and highlighting the effect of the little plug. you’d upped the setting considerably when the pair of you had switched roles – now it was noticeable; a faint buzzing following taehyun around.

you have no choice but to pause when he does. a break was certainly needed, anyway. you pull off one glove and take an experimental whiff of your hands, gagging immediately after. taehyun had watched the whole thing, amused at your self-inflicted misfortune, “why would you smell it?”

“why not? eurgh! my hand smells like shit.” that’s why, the younger gives you a sideways look. it didn’t help that it was dripping buckets from the long-term confinement in such thick material. a wave of mischief shadows your mind. taehyun steps closer, none the wiser, and you take the chance to grab him close, placing your sweaty palm over the bottom half of his face.

“ack-! oi! are you joking me? that’s disgusting, aish!” the younger sputters and tries to get out of your hold, worse off by the pads’ immobilisation. once your laughing fit dies down, you take pity on him and use the cotton material of his hoodie to wipe down his face. the damage is done, however. taehyun’s death glares don’t have much effect on you though (paired with the fact he can never stay mad at you for long), so you’re free to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows with said hand. he quickly slaps it away when he feels himself beginning to smile, telling you to keep your shitty hands away from his face.

“ayy, you shouldn’t frown so much kitty – you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles. can’t have that happening, it’s basically your whole career,”

“so’s yours!”

“oh, you’re right.”

taehyun rolls his eyes. he follows your lead in finally pulling off his pads, pulling a face at the similar state of his own hands. should’ve brought my own, he realises belatedly. “and it’s not my whole career, idiot. are you forgetting i can sing and dance? among various other talents. that also involves wiping the floor with your ass.”

you give him the middle finger at the unnecessary last comment but agree he’s speaking facts elsewhere. you take a seat on the padded floor and kick your legs out in front in order to take a proper rest. taehyun inches closer and lays beside you, nuzzling his head on your lap not unlike a cat would. “well, that’s why you’re so popular. how did i get so lucky?”

“more like we got lucky.”

“i beg to differ.”

“beg a little harder.” he quips with an undertone of seriousness, slipping a hand under your thigh and letting his eyes fall shut. you’ll give him this one. the plug vibrates with vigour inside him. taehyun doesn’t think it much when he feels his back curve upwards slightly, pushing his ass into the mat below. it’s subtle, the way he rocks his hips, but there’s really not much else that can steal your focus.

slowly, you unzip his sleeveless hoodie, patches darkened to a dim grey where his sweat had gathered. his chest is alive with pumping blood, turning white where your fingers dance patterns along his damp skin.

“how are you doing, my love?” you ask gently. you continue your journey down his lean body, drinking in his appearance while you wait for his answer.

“keep getting distracted by it,” and you. it’s short yet tells you all you need to know. he’s not a quitter after all. you check your watch and see an hour has passed. sparring could wait for a couple of minutes, no? you want to play for a little bit.

“oh, really?” you start with a pout, false sympathy decorating your voice, “does it help if i do this?” you thumb at one of his nipples, tugging and twisting at them as his hips begin to rock in more fervour, tiny gasps falling from his lips. his tits are full and firm against your palm, and the brief thought of slotting your cock between the deep valley they create dances across your mind, spurring action down south.

you move further down and slip a hand between taehyun’s strong thighs, deliberately dodging his throbbing cock. your fingers find the buzzing nub through his shorts to start fucking him with it slowly. the hand below your thigh tightens as pleasure crackles up his body like a whip, “ngh~! wait hyung! my phone, my p-phone’s still on,”

oh. you’d forgotten about that. he’d taken a couple of videos throughout, this most recent one intended to capture your combos. looks like there would be some changes to the scheduled program. it’s hard to tear your eyes away from taehyun to look at it, and even harder to get yourself to care. if anything, you’re somewhat glad it’s recording. the angle you’re at means the both of you are in frame, a clear picture of the sinful actions taking place between taehyun’s legs. you’re not sure how much is audible, however. the thought makes you press the plug harder into taehyun and his legs start to clamp around your arm as his face squeezes in pleasure.

“don’t worry about it, taehyun. i want you to send it to me first, then crop everything else out and delete the original, ok? if you wanna post it, ask soobin to double-check it first.” you command. taehyun nods quickly, eager to let the worry slip out of his mind – he trusted you would help him take care of it, and that you would.

he can feel his face knit together in white-hot pleasure when your thumb strokes firmly over his taunt balls and perineum, whiny moans slipping from his lips. it echoes around the empty room and bounces into his ears over tupac’s california love, making him painfully aware of how desperate he sounded. but your pace is relentless in pushing him to the edge and he slips a veiny hand around your wrist, mind set on stopping you but body wanting to take everything you’d give him.

“look at me.” taehyun’s round and sweet eyes open with a glossy sheen, finding your hungry gaze instantly. “so pretty doll, will you cum from me fucking you like this?”

he shakes his head from side to side, his mouth open to refuse. yet nothing comes of it except a hushed cry when you fuck the plug into him particularly hard, aiming directly for his prostate. your arm that reaches down his body is in perfect position for his thick bulge to flit across in short and rough motions, heat exuding from his sex and warming your skin. a small patch of sticky wetness where his aching cock peaks is evident too.

you smirk down at him, lips curling devilishly at his eagerness. you knew just how close he was to falling apart right there in the middle of the training room while also fully aware he didn’t want to. your other arm drifts behind you, long enough you can grab the remote without strain. “tell me to stop, and i will.”

“f-fuckkk, you’re being so mean.” taehyun whimpers out, despite only leaking faster at your rough treatment. you hum in acknowledgement but just drive your fingers harder, your breath catching when he squeals quietly at the precise jabs on his sweet spot, “mmh! there, r-right there hyungie,”

the tension in his lower stomach tightens further and further, hips torn between rocking into your merciless fingers and shying away from the delightful feeling altogether. to be honest, even if you wanted to move away, his toned thighs seemed determined to keep you in that exact spot, perfect for him to rut into. it’s such a beautiful melody how he sings for you, that you realise you don’t even mind, “don’t stop, oh my god,”

a wicked sense of victory envelopes you at his resignation. taehyun feels himself letting go and offers no resistance: the hand intended to stop you some minutes ago had since slid up to your bicep to tug you closer in encouragement, even. it happened quicker than you expected, but that only made it the more satisfying. for someone who could thrive so well on the opposite end – dashing out orders and insults like treats or pushing someone to the point of losing all their rational senses – taehyun looked just divine falling apart below you.

too bad.

the incessant vibration inside him suddenly stops, and you pull your hand away from his ass (as best as you can), letting it rest on the underside of his thigh. the younger immediately knows what’s up. while his body twitches beside you at the loss of his looming orgasm, a lone tear slips out of his clenched eyes at its sweet, lingering aftertaste, mouth falling open to catch his breath.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop. actually, i remember saying the exact opposite.” his eyes are still closed, and you gently wipe off the tear trailing slowly down the side of his face. you feel your forearm gain its freedom once more when he relaxes and lets his sweaty legs fall onto the mat. his visible annoyance comes in the form of a scowl, but your boyfriend is very rarely not cute in your eyes.

taehyun can hear the delight in your voice as you reply, “oh? guess that makes two of us. this is your handicap, remember? you can’t complain now,”

“oh, yes the fuck i can,” with a newfound desire to jump your bones, in both sexual and non-sexual frustration, taehyun pulls himself onto his knees facing you, thighs open to avoid stimulating himself further. the remote is lying face down by your side. he doesn’t recall it being there earlier. he leans over you to steal a wanton kiss, teeth clashing with yours in his untended ardour.

when he pulls away, you’re simmering with pride and tingling lips, eyes shining with joy at the state you’ve left him in. his own still glisten with tears of frustration, and it only makes your lips hitch up higher. taehyun’s determination strengthens tenfold at the sight of your smugness. now he just has to beat you. his ego would never forgive him if he didn’t. and he’d never live it down once the rest found out. the fire in his now dark eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“best of three?” you ask, a profound craving for your boyfriend now evident. the tension was ridiculous – you had enough self-awareness to feel the palpable desire between both of you. the sooner it was over, the better.

“best of three, and we’ll do two minutes each. get me some water first.”

“what, you feeling a little thirsty?” you provoke as you jump up onto your feet and head over to the duffle bag, glancing over your shoulder to see taehyun’s stare.

“do you want to die?”

not wanting to at that current moment but thoroughly enjoying getting under his skin, you pull up both hands by your head in surrender with a handsome grin. when you pass taehyun his water he takes it begrudgingly, looking up at you through his lashes with round eyes. don’t give me that look, you tell him with a hint of seriousness in your voice. you might just cave.

taehyun decides not to try again. he shoves you away when you laugh at his quick retreat. it’s for the better anyway; all his focus would be necessary to keep his body in check and moving at his will. even though all he can think about are your rough hands touching his skin, your muscles tense against his own as you take all you wanted from him – nothing more than what he was willing to give, no doubt.

taehyun takes some much-needed gulps of his cold beverage, as the chill runs down his body it takes with it most of his vulgar thoughts. not all of them. the toy snuggled inside of him, now switched back on at a lower setting, and massaging at his walls made sure of that. his body aches for release at your mercy once again, fuel on its bare bones after months past. so yes, only most.

and they stayed at bay well enough. he helped you with putting on the protective head and groin gear, before tugging the gloves onto your hands. it feels slightly weird, and you work on your mobility with some eccentric movements while taehyun does his own in order to get used to it.

then comes the first round. you could tell taehyun had taken it easy on you. you were thankful for that; even with subdued actions, he was still fast and accurate. with sweat beading down your temple, and your chest heaving with the exertion of taking his hits and dashing out a few decent ones of your own, the timer luckily goes off just after you find the prime time for a combo.

you win.

the second round, taehyun ramps it up considerably. it catches you off guard (no pun intended) but taehyun’s cocky smile at your surprised face cranks up your competitive nature. unfortunately, it isn’t enough to triple your experience and technique to match your cat-like boyfriend’s. the blows continue to stack against you until you manage to find a slim opening below taehyun’s elbows and swing. hard.

the moment your padded fists connect with his taunt stomach, all of taehyun’s debauched fantasies come flooding back, and he doubles over with a painful grunt. your gasp is loud and dramatic, barely over before you’re crouching beside him and hammering out a frenzied apology.

“taehyun! are you okay?? shit, i’m so sorry baby, i should’ve been more careful! does it hurt, how’s your breathing?”

the questions fly out like bullets, all of which taehyun misses thanks to his momentary blackout. he is certainly more than okay, that's for sure. what he isn't sure about is how much longer he can last. thankfully, there’s not long left to wait.

you win again (by default).

the third round does not happen.

instead, the two of you stumble into the single-stall bathroom, taehyun fumbling to lock the door as you press him stomach-first up against it and grind into his plush ass with fast hips. eyes squeezed shut, taehyun can’t stop the sweet moans tumbling from his lips at your cock’s fullness as you tug off his hoodie with ease. your hands leave trails of fire where they grope at his naked, sweaty skin to keep him tight against you and he doesn’t know when his back arches to push back into you.

damn he’s so sensitive it’s almost annoying. over two hours of this back and forth – for all he cared, you could rip down his shorts and have your way with him right there only a wall from unsuspecting ears. you leave wet kisses at the back of his neck, a chill running down his spine when your breath fans across, “i know you’re ready to cum, baby. hm? you want it?”

it’s like you could read his mind. he nods quickly and lets his forehead rest against the door, wiggling his ass more against you. cute. but not good enough. “use your words.”

“w-want it, please babe, need it,”

“you need it?” so fucking bad. “on your knees. gonna make you swallow hyungie’s cum first, like a good toy.”

you switch positions so now you’re the one against the door, while taehyun slinks to his knees. after running your hand through his black hair, you grab a fistful at the back of his head and tug hard, a whine filling the small room.

“hyung, shit. can i?” taehyun’s dark eyes are fully blown at this point as he husks out a beg, enough that they mimic the black of his hair. the sight of you staring down at him with such a look in your eyes, with your bottom lip held between your teeth makes him throb dangerously. when you nod and he can finally pull down your shorts, your cock falls out stiff and throbbing, and he quickly dives in to drink up your musky scent like a starved animal.

taehyun’s mouth is already watering when you slip your leaking head in past his juicy lips, the whites of his eyes beginning to show as they fall back into his head at your taste. you encourage him with a quiet rasp of “fuck doll, take it all, just like that. missed your mouth so so much.”

he’ll show you exactly what you missed. the younger’s resolve only strengthens when you remind him to tap on your ankle three times any time he desires to take a break or stop. there’d be no need for that, he tells himself. he opens up wider and flattens his tongue, as you pull him further onto you and he takes you deep into his trained throat.

despite his eyes beginning to water and his lungs starting to burn for air as you twitch ferociously in his heat, your low moans spur him on like none other. taehyun hands find your thighs when you pull out and he coughs lightly, yet with you still at the front of his mind, his hand quickly wraps around your girth and pumps with a tight grip.

prepping himself again, taehyun takes your head between his lips and swirls his tongue around you, playing with your slit and swallowing all your juices. then he opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue in display, before looking up at you, expression lewd and tempting you to destroy him even more.

with a groan you lean down to kiss him messily, in some form of a ‘thank you’ at his silent offer. so pliant and good for you. back up right now, you tap taehyun’s cheek with your cock, one, two, three times, entranced in how your precum leaves pearlescent drops behind. your boyfriend smiles up at you sweetly, a comedic contrast to your dick that dwarfs his delicate features. he’d look so pretty with your cum strewn all over his face.

“open wide,” taehyun does so quick, parting his already swelling lips for your fat cock to slide in. one hand grips the back of his neck to keep him in place as you thrust shallowly, while the other pulls his jersey up to tuck under your chin. you try to let him readjust to your size, but it quickly becomes difficult to keep your enthusiasm in check, “ohh, fuck… so tight ‘nd wet tae,”

taehyun peeks at you with teary eyes as he gags around your length, his muffled moans at the sight of your head thrown back sending vibrations straight to your core. your whimpers and praises at the moist heat of his mouth fall endlessly on his ears, and down to his own cock, and he shuffles closer on his knees with only one desire in mind: he just might die if he doesn’t feel you empty your balls in his mouth. finding himself perched on top of your foot in such a convenient manner was just an extra benefit.

at his small whine of hypersensitivity, you let your head loll around to look at him and still your hips. taehyun whines again, louder this time, and you smile down dopily at him. you can see how he’s nearer than before, sporting a gorgeous full-body blush, and the weight on your foot confirms it. how needy of him, you breathily chuckle in small disbelief.

carding your free hand through his sweaty dark hair, you push it out of the way to reveal his striking, fucked-out face, thumb stroking away the tears that run down his cheekbones. his cupid’s bow appears extra defined as it glimmers with fluid in the lighting. you’re not sure if it’s saliva, tears or snot dribbling from his nose. he's beautiful.

taehyun can’t stop from fucking himself on your foot even with your eyes on him, panting through his nose as he leans into the weightlessness taking over his body. little did he know how the sight has you yearning for release, twitching harshly on his tongue, “such a mess, the way you’re s-slobberin’ all over my dick… but you can take more, can’t you kitten?”

the younger nods mindlessly – well, to the best of his current ability – big eyes rolling back when your hips snap forward, and you sheath yourself entirely in his mouth. then, you’re placing both hands on the side of his face and tugging him in to meet your ruthless thrusts. it’s obscene; how you fuck his tight throat, how he gags and drools all over himself, how he ruts against your leg like a bitch in heat. filthy.

“taehyun-ah,” you breathe out, almost all composure out the window with the way his warm, velvety throat surrounds your cock, pushing you quick to the brink of orgasm. you’re babbling as your pleasure reaches its peak, knees losing their remaining strength, “you’re making hyungie feel so good, baby. gonna cum for you, s-shit, gonna fill up your mouth with my cum,”

taehyun’s own hips shift with increasing incoordination at your dirty words, messy in a way that only fuelled his insatiable lust for you, euphoria reaching its peak at being used for your pleasure. your thrusts become harder and deeper and he picks the perfect time to suckle harshly on your length. his keen ears don’t miss how you stumble over your groans though, barely able to warn him with a low ‘cumming!’ before you’re curling over him as you orgasm hard, harder than expected, unintentionally pushing your pulsing cock deeper into his mouth. the bitter taste floods taehyun’s tongue in waves, and just as you spill down his throat, it’s too much to handle.

he jerks away from your squirting dick, swallowing what made it before coughs and sobs rack his body as his own climax crashes over him, double stimulation from the plug and your foot taking him to a dimension far away. "ngh, fuck, fuck!" even through his tears and fried nerves, he can’t help his moans when he feels your seed falling into his open mouth and decorating his face as your orgasm powers on undeterred.

it’s obvious to you that he had just come all over your leg, with distinct airy moans, and an ahaego face that’d most to shame apparent as you fondly look down at him. that, and his left hand which had been poised by your ankles for any case, had since slithered up to hold your calf close for him to press his hot dick against.

it takes taehyun just a little longer to float down from the clouds but when he does, he realises what just happened, slurred words telling you he’s still far from a clear mind. “sorry, ‘m sorry, hyungie! i couldn’t hold back a-anymore-!” 

“woah, taehyun! it’s okay, baby. it’s fine,” it proves easy to get his attention as he meets your gaze with no hesitance (when had you gotten onto the floor?), but disappointment shines bright in his pretty eyes. you pull him closer, hand cradling his face, “i promise. you deserved it, don’t you think? after letting me play with you all day, and working so hard to train with me?”

he sniffles pitifully, and your heart breaks a little. it’s less than common to see taehyun cry, even as one of his significant others. he must’ve been feeling particularly submissive today and had fallen into subspace during your session. cumming without permission certainly wouldn’t bode well under those terms. you prompt him once more, “answer me, doll.”

“did deserve it,” he mumbles, wiping away at the tears blurring his vision to see you better. however, it doesn’t didn’t do much to deal with the rest of the various fluids on his face. you pay it no mind as your thumbs stroke at his cheeks, ensuring his attention stays on you.

“good. you deserve the world and more. and i will do whatever i can to make that happen. including, but not limited to, fucking the brains out of you. because i love you.” that finally pulls a smile out of the younger, his small dimples springing to life.

you kiss him, short and sweet but end up cringing as you taste yourself on his lips. that, combined with the built-up sweat and must collected over the last few hours, did not spell for a pleasant sensory experience after the throes of passion dissipated. he laughs at your expense, and you commend him for being so unfazed, “how’re you feeling my love?”

“better. really needed that. thanks, hyung. i love you too,” it takes a lot of effort to reply, yet his earnestness shines through. you can feel something else is coming, however, as he burrows nearer to you, “can’t really feel my legs anymore, babe. the plug is still on.”

there it is. you start at the reminder and scramble to reach for where the remote sat in the discarded duffle. once you’ve turned it off with an apology, taehyun slumps against you in complete relief, arms winding around your shoulders. “still have that meeting today,”

you check your watch, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “have about fourty minutes, tyun. enough time for a shower. maybe some more too, so i can spoil you.”

taehyun is convinced with little else, still unsatisfied after so long kept on the edge. the younger is soon taking all of your cock like a champ, loosened up by the plug and helped by the warm water cascading over your tall bodies. with his legs locked around your waist and the glass cool against his back, there’s nowhere for taehyun to run. you keep his weight up with ease, manoeuvring his lithe body to your will and using it to fuck him nice and deeply.

it's a stark difference from what went down minutes before but satisfying all the same, only soft moans and the sound of wet skin-on-skin as you take the time to explore and rediscover each other’s body. whispered ‘i love you’s that only the other can hear under the rainfall stream until you’re filling taehyun to the brim and he makes a mess of your stomach with a cry.

then you clean him up entirely, and he washes you up – avoiding your hair because it wasn’t washday just yet – the only evidence of your modified training session left behind on taehyun being his reddened lips and the faint finger marks on his tiny waist. thank god he brought those face masks. you don’t think his throat is doing too hot either after such rough treatment, but they shouldn’t be asked to sing at a meeting. or even talk that much.

before you part ways, you remind taehyun he should let the others take the lead, still concerned about his state of awareness. you make sure to give the others head up in your group chat, just seconds before yeonjun lets you know they are heading in themselves. taehyun leaves you with a tight hug before sliding into the conference room.

you head upstairs to the office canteen alone, planning to grab some food and bring back an appropriate meal for your hard-working boyfriend to eat once they’re done. kai nudges his agemate with a wink when he wobbles into a chair beside him, and the older replies with a death stare. the golden glow to his skin and cherry tint to his ears reveal the story anyway.

two of their managers share a pointed look as they see the youngest pair interact, having seen you and taehyun entering the building earlier in the day. while they had known you for years now, hence aware and approving of your relationship, they were also aware that mistakes could happen, dispatch and sasaengs galore. the idols and yourself were still only young men. young men in love, needless to say.

first on this meeting’s agenda is you.

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౨ৎ 60 months !

pairing: taehyun x reader summary: a close-knit relationship with taehyun is something to be earned, and you seemed to have done just that. word count: 1.1k extra: have we all gotten over txt world tour? I HAVENT !! go terry fuck it up!! apart of my anniversary series that i accidentally never finished!

taehyun was unlike anyone you had ever met before - and that was saying something considering you knew many people. he was more reserved than others, yet at the same time he was so outgoing.

his duality was what drew you to him initially - how could one person have so many different personalities? then you found out he was an idol, and it made a decent amount of sense. it was apart of his job to act one way on camera and another for the different concepts. when he was off camera he was able to be himself.

what drew taehyun to you was the fact that you studied his behavior; every time he did something that seemed out of line for how he acted that day, you payed great attention to it. it was almost as if you took mental notes on how he acted so you could draw out a map of behavior.

but you’d never fully be able to uncover every last detail about the boy, and he’d never fully know everything about you either.

it was a fact that both of you had come to terms with early on in your friendship, and though at times you seemed displeased by it, you largely accepted the fact.

still, there were moments when you felt an unspoken understanding between the two of you, like you could read each other's thoughts without needing words. taehyun had a way of looking at you, his eyes soft yet probing, as if he were trying to see the depths of your soul. in those moments, the walls he built around himself seemed to crumble, even if just for a second.

as your friendship grew, so did your curiosity. you found yourself wanting to know more about the person behind the stage persona, the real taehyun who laughed at silly jokes and pondered over the mysteries of life.

and he, in turn, seemed equally intrigued by you. your quiet confidence, the way you seemed to observe the world with a discerning eye, fascinated him.

there were late-night conversations that spanned hours, where you shared your dreams, fears, and everything in between. it was during these times that you felt the closest to him, and you cherished these moments more than anything. yet, despite the bond you shared, there was always a part of him that remained elusive, just out of reach.

one evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, taehyun invited you to the rooftop of the building. the city lights sparkled below, and the night air was cool against your skin. he leaned against the railing, gazing out into the distance.

"you know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "sometimes i wonder if anyone truly knows me. not the idol, but the real me."

you turned to him, searching his face for any hint of emotion. "i think people see different parts of you," you said gently. "and maybe that's enough. maybe we're not meant to be fully understood by anyone."

he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "maybe you're right. but hey, i'm glad i at least have you. you seem to see me in ways others don't."

your heart swelled at his words. it wasn't a grand declaration, but it was enough.

in that moment, you knew that the connection you shared with him was special, even if there were parts of him that remained a mystery.

as the night wore on, you stood there together, comfortable in the silence, knowing that some things were better left unsaid. and that was okay. because sometimes, the beauty of a relationship lies in its complexities, and the unspoken understanding that comes with it.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. your bond with taehyun only deepened. you became his confidant, the person he turned to when the pressures of fame became too much. you listened without judgment, offering him a safe space to express his worries and fears.

one evening, after a long day of interviews and photoshoots, taehyun showed up at your door, looking more exhausted than you had ever seen him. without a word, you let him in and led him to the couch. he collapsed onto it, letting out a deep sigh.

"rough day?" you asked softly, sitting down beside him.

he nodded, closing his eyes. "you have no idea. sometimes it feels like i'm being pulled in a thousand different directions, and i can't keep up."

you placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him a comforting squeeze. "you're doing amazing, tyun. it's okay to feel overwhelmed. just remember to take care of yourself too."

he opened his eyes and looked at you, a hint of gratitude in his gaze. "thank you. i seriously don't know what I'd do without you."

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i'm always here for you."

in that moment, you realized just how much taehyun meant to you. he wasn't just a friend; he was someone you cared about deeply, someone you wanted to see happy and thriving. and you knew he felt the same about you.

as time went on, your relationship with him continued to evolve. you attended his concerts, cheering him on from the crowd. you celebrated his successes and comforted him during his lows. and through it all, your bond only grew stronger.

one rainy afternoon, taehyun invited you to his favorite café, a cozy little place tucked away from the bustling city streets. the sound of raindrops tapping against the window created a soothing backdrop as you sipped your coffee.

"i've been thinking a lot lately," taehyun said, breaking the comfortable silence. "about life, about us."

you looked up from your cup, curiosity piqued. "what about us?"

he took a deep breath, his expression serious. "i know we've always said that we can't fully know everything about each other, and i've come to terms with that. but i also think… maybe that's what makes our relationship so special. we keep discovering new things about each other, and it keeps things interesting."

you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "i know what you mean - it's like we're on this journey, together, and there's always something new."

a small smile played on his lips. "exactly. and i wouldn't want it any other way. "i've been at this for sixty months, you know?" he added, pausing slightly while he tried to formulate the proper words. "and until you i've never met someone who wasn't one of the boys that could even somewhat understand me."

in that moment, you felt a profound sense of contentment. you realized it didn't matter if you knew every last thing about taehyun, simply knowing him in the slightest was enough.

"well, here's to me making sixty months of progress in just a few months." you grinned, raising your coffee cup in a joking manner.

"here's to you - to us."

a/n: finally returning to this series after like 4 months whoopsies

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☕ 21 | Jasmine Tea Plucking, Pt. 1- Plucking HELL

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 3,378

Moving into the palace becoming the royal seamstress while having powerful alliances with the royal family alongside a mildly concerning witch at age sixteen was one thing.

Riding in a carriage with two former knights who participated in The Great Slayification of Dragons and a farmer boy nepo baby at age twenty-two was another thing.

What do these two milestones have in common?— you’d never imagine yourself in a million bajillion lightyears to have ever been in these situations.

Yeonjun was the first to shimmy out of the vehicle, stretching as he does so in immediate search for tools and bowls and hats; Soobin yawned on his way out, so much for his rich boy reputation; Huening Kai didn’t walk out, not all the way.

He jumped firmly onto the gravel with a soft crunch, sweeping off non-existent dust from his pants for no apparent reason and held out the door for you— one on the gold handle swung wide open, the other reaching out for your hand.

“After you.” He says with a smile both on his lips and in his eyes, a subtle hint you picked on because it’s usually you letting Kai in or out of places. You reaching out to him in random places, random pockets of time; in moors, corridors, blank hallways and training grounds, through heartfelt letters…

You letting Kai into the window of your own home to make curry katsudon for the sick Prince Taehyun…

“Ah, thanks.” You take his hand, locking gazes.

Odd, isn’t it? Seeing Huening Kai back in regular more casual clothing after seeing him in armour, designing him in armour, throughout his entire knightly career.

Then again, choosing a white-tee and denim jeans makes a whole lot more sense for tea plucking than anything else, furthermore a metal armour head to toe.

You hopped out the carriage, following the others as the gravel under you turned into solid, dry dirt.

This would be Yeonjun’s second time working directly under Huening Kai, yet, the terms ‘Commander’ or ‘Boss’ didn’t come to his tongue quite so naturally these days.

“Kai, we’ll have a head start and get the leaves, you guys can wait here and prepare the jars for sorting out.” He tosses two pairs of sunhats towards Huening Kai along with a pair of baskets still clutched on his side.

Huening Kai grabs the hats in one swift motion, facing your direction once again to offer you a hat, words spoken for Yeonjun, “Actually, you guys go on and do the leaf sorting this time. I want to go show Y/n around the field.”

Soobin looked overjoyed as if sitting at a forty-five degree angle on a beach chair under a girthy parisol while sorting leaves out into thick glass jars was the best possible thing he could do the world right now. “What?”

Yeonjun did not feel the same way. “What.”

Huening Kai trailed towards the entrance of the tea farm, an opened entrance consisting of two iron poles holding up a cursive vined sign ‘Jasmine’ over his head. “I made up my mind, I want to go tea leaf plucking with Y/n. I want to show her around and,” He eyes you, again,“have some fun.”

Before Yeonjun’s mind could go completely South, Soobin cannonballs first things first onto a seemingly sturdy beach chair and sighs dreamily, practically moaning. “I love work, I love my job, I love life, the Universe is with me today.” He looked as though he would’ve kissed the chair at any given moment, perhaps with excessive tongue.

Yeonjun pressed his lips into a thin line.

He was pouting. And it was adorable. “Okay. Yeah, alright. Sitting on a chair putting leaves in jars yeah that’s great and all, I am over the moon.”

“Dude, isn’t Hyuka your boss?” You butt in in the most respectfully teasing way possible.

And Huening Kai crossed his arms around his chest, putting a foot down quite literally so. “That’s right I am.”

You felt like you were being surrounded by a group of oversized five year olds. “Indeed you are!”

Yeonjun raised a brow. “Hyuka?”

You felt your face heating up a little, and you didn’t know why. Huening Kai wasn’t much help either, he kinda just… stood there, statue-stiff, too.

Was that a blush spreading across his cheeks?

Before you could comprehend a short and quick explanation, Yeonjun started clapping.

Little claps, with his hands. “Ayo wait that name kinda…”

“Hyukaaaaa—” Soobin groaned from his beach chair. Why did they have beach chairs in a tea garden, actually—

“YEAH HYUKAAA!” Yeonjun hypes his homeboy up.

Huening Kai kinda just clutches your hand with such gentle-aggression that you thought it was for coping. That is until his feet drag along the dirt and the next thing you know he’s waving his employees off and you did too out of courtesy.

Tea leaf plucking wasn’t a tricky feat.

All there was to do was stare at rows upon rows of fresh harvest, check out the deep green leaves and pull them out, toss them in the basket and breathe the nicest smelling air runner’s up to Kamal’s Katsudon after operating for half a day. If only the air had been a little less heat-stricken, a little more humid, that grave afternoon would’ve went smoothly.

If the sun had refused to shine so brightly, you wouldn’t have been stuck in this situation, sweating entire oceans.

And what was worse was that Huening Kai was sweating too and did nothing about it. Figured that staying out under the sun all day during his knight days would’ve gotten him used to all that sweating and smelling.

You continued plucking away, ignoring the heat, keeping a close eye on the leaves and your leaf plucking buddy...

The first basket exchange went smoothly.

Soobin was having the time of his life, Yeonjun was cleaning out every little nook of the glass jars.

Huening Kai had emptied out the baskets and patted himself dry.

You stared, or at least tried to, at the Sun, scoffing at how it remained glued in the same position harbouring invisible clouds for the past half hour.

How slowly the Sun seemed to be revolving.

You discretely hid your sunhat away. You didn’t like how it was blocking your line of sight…

It does makes sense why one would dress in white clothes on hot days like these.

A generally well-known scientific color fact: Black absorbs heat, white repels.

A not-as-generally well-known fashion fact: When white fabric meets water, your shirt is bound to come off translucent and soggy.

Huening Kai was wearing a white, lightweight compressed T-shirt with sleeves snuggling his jutted biceps, waterfalls of sweat drenching out every pore of his body.

How every once in a while he reaches in for his forehead with a towel in hand, patting his skin dry. His fingers guiding the soaked up fabric along his neck, his jaw, his face. The way that white, lightweight compressed shirt had the exact same idea, outlining his waist, the valley of his chest, the hinges of his collarbones.

"Hey Y/n, where did your sunhat go? Did you not get one on your way here?" A voice that wasn’t at all Huening Kai’s spoke.

You had to physically shake yout head out the gutter, What the hell was that?…

Soobin and Yeonjun seemed to have gotten used to the tea sorting, quickening their pace at work.

Otherwise they wouldn’t be here asking for another basket, Soobin wouldn’t have disrupted your train of… so very many thoughts.

"Oh. Yeah, uhh... The sunhat was kinda getting in the way, so I put it back near the carriage..." Which wasn't at all a lie.

“Near the carriage?” Yeonjun butts in. “I’ll go get it for you. We can’t have you baking under the sun, it only gets hotter from here.”

And that was enough to make Huening Kai mingle in with the trio, abandoning his current task at hand, and like the good boss he is, he kindly ushers his workers back to their beach chairs.

“You shouldn’t have to worry about Y/n like that, ‘cause I’m partnered with her. Yeonjun, Soobin, get back to work.”

There was something in Kai’s voice that couldn’t be translated in words, and that was it’s firmness. Not that it went to extreme lengths, but from all people it came from Huening Kai.

The two hyungs subsequently bowed down with all due respect, Soobin adding in a, “Yeah no take your time.”

And so they scurried.

And it shouldn’t’ve felt weird but it did.

Because the Huening Kai you knew wouldn’t have said that. ‘Get back to work’ was sincerely the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth.

And funnily enough, the only thing that came out of your mouth amidst the mild shock was, “Kai???”

And he just. He walks closer, pulling out a spare handkerchief out of his pocket handing it out to you—

While taking his hat off, lightly shaking his head in the most unapologetically sexy way possible, hand brushing through his sweaty slick hair, elbow raised high enough to really see those plump biceps merely tearing open the trim of his sleeves.

You coughed. Harrumphed, even. “For me?”

“Yeah.” Huening Kai smiled, chuckled, even, gently pinching at the handkerchief and the next thing you knew the smell of a freshly washed and dried piece of fabric dabbed the side of your face. “Yeah, it’s for you.”

All you felt was hot all over and it wasn’t particularly the Sun’s fault but you blamed the pinkness of your cheeks on it anyway.

“Thanks.” A semi-strangled gulp purses your throat. “I’ll, um. I’ll go and get my sunhat, see you in fi—”

“Of course.” The handkerchief had shifted to the other side of your face, Huening Kai not quite letting go of you yet. “How’s tea plucking, by the way? Is it fun? …Are you having any fun?"

Fun was one way to describe these series of transpired incidents.

You could feel him brushing his thumbs along the fabric, over your cheeks. “Umm, yeah. Yeah, this is a lot of fun.” this isn’t weird this isn’t weird he’s just being a gentleman and helping his girl friend out his childhood bestie his platonic soulmate it’s absolutely normal you’ve helped him in even worse situations before that perhaps didn’t include as much sweat but the proximity wasn’t all that bad this is fine this is normal why don’t you feel normal— “And you? Are you having fun?”

The handkerchief had come down at this point, dampened, fitted back into one of Kai’s jean pockets, and the man in question had his thumbs pretty much glued to your cheeks, both of them, no cloth.

…

No cloth, touching ever-so-lightly, gaze so intense it can break glass vases and marbled floors.

“Of course I’m having lots of fun, as long as it’s with you.”

It didn’t quite register up there, in your head, how close your noses were, barely touching, merely touching.

So close, yet so far…

The Sun.

The Sun, glued to the sky… harbouring invisible clouds.

Since when did Hyuka get this pretty?

…

Huening Kai’s hands fell to his sides, which felt wrong in the following seconds, so he folds them over each other. That felt wrong too, but he didn’t know what to do next. “Umm. I’ll… get back to work?”

Yeah, perhaps this version of Huening Kai made a lot more sense then when he told off Yeonjun and Soobin minutes ago. “Yeah, sure. I’ll go get my hat.”

And you scurried.

Perhaps not thinking about it would ease the heat. Perhaps not thinking about it would kill the tingles in your chest and the goosebumps on your skin. Maybe you’re delusional, maybe it’s nothing.

It’s nothing, yeah, tell yourself that.

The whole walk to the carriage was quiet but it simultaneously wasn’t quiet because thoughts that shouldn’t’ve been there pondered too long, a little too intensely. Voices that told you it was awkward, voices that told you it wasn’t, voices that told you it shouldn’t be.

And perhaps out of habit, you drapped the curtains and shut the windows down, shut those voices up.

Right. Right, you were getting your sunhat.

Your sunhat which was a little ways away, right over there, right next to the beach chairs where Taehyun and Beomgyu were seated—

TAEHYUN AND BEOMGYU WHAT ARE THEY DOING HE—?

“Heyyy darlin, wonderful weather we’re having today, hm?”

Taehyun laid on that beach chair, legs crossed in black sandals, unironically wearing heart sunglasses and a fuschia fur scarf. Beomgyu was right beside him, also leaning against the chair Taehyun-style all diva like and swinging a milk pink fan with gold embellishments on a tall circular wooden platform meant to be used as a stool, most of the air aiming towards the prince.

Oh, and Soobin and Yeonjun were demoted to much shorter plastic stools the length of a toddler’s calf. Sulking, they were, but at least Beomgyu offered to help manually sort out a jar.

And in Taehyun’s hand was a tall. Frothy. Cup of milk tea boba.

“Nice weather indeed.” The force of your jaws clenching together was enough to replicate The Bite of ‘87, which you should’ve had little to no canonical knowledge of- anyways, “What are you doing here?”

Taehyun takes a draggy sip. “Enjoying the weather.”

“Right...” The gritted teeth are back.

Taehyun whips out a second boba cup, dare I say better than his own drink, “Have some tea, sweetheart.”

… And how could you resist it. “Thanks.”

Taehyun sips again and again. “There’s more behind you.”

What?

You spun your head around like anyone would because what does he mean there’s—

Huening Kai waddles over with two baskets of leaves at his sides, sweaty broad chest heaves in that atrociously waterbombed white shirt.

First victim was the Sun, second in line were all the metal armours Kai’s ever worn that hid away his true prize and possessions.

“Hey Y/n, I filled in your basket for you!”

TEA!!! “Oh Kai, you really didn’t have to, but thanks anyway!”

“I kinda have to, actually, it’s part of my job.”

“Ahhh right, this is work for you.”

“No, I meant that it’s my duty to fulfill as somebody close to you.”

“Ah.”

Beomgyu leaned over to Taehyun, whispering, “Is this what you meant when you said we were going sunset watching?”

Taehyun nods, “Precisely.”

Beomgyu hums, in genuine awe. “The sunset is beautiful.”

Third victim: Crowned Prince Kang Taehyun.

You wanted to swing kick his face and knock out his teeth, all thirty-two of them, but Huening Kai was there and he was right in front of you asking, “Hey, where’d your sunhat go?” Huening Kai turns to his crew plus his royal buddies. “Where’d her hat go?”

Riiight. "Ohhh right, that reminds me,” You swallow. “I kinda forgot about it… since..."

"Since I'm here." Taehyun sat up straight, setting his milk boba aside on the table-stool. “We stopped by for boba, the usual.”

"Me too." Beomgyu added semi-helpfully. “I did not come for boba.”

Huening Kai raises a brow, dropping off the two baskets. Perhaps he caught the wrong memo, because now he’s staring at you all concerned, "Oh? You have to go, Y/n?”

Taehyun spat boba bubbles back into his drink, "No no not at all! We just came to drop off some drinks for the Katsudon crew, that's all..." Perhaps ‘Mission Watching Sunsets’ wasn’t a complete success.

Beomgyu joined in, "Oh no yeah, and I came by to get some tea leaves for my eternal gut health potion with side effects of blueing skin."

An uncomfortable silence encapsulated the room, the ‘Dwarf Stool‘ duo slowly craning their necks in sync while ‘Beach Chair Revamp’ duo shudder in fear.

"Oh so that's what this was all about?" Soobin retorted—

Beomgyu ran. With a full bag of high quality freshly plucked leaves.

The wizard knew where this was going and took the chance before he takes chances, grabbing a twig and turning it into a flying broom stick which he had never actually rode on before because if potion making was like chemistry for magic users, then broom-stick riding was riding bikes for wizards, and Beomgyu did not know how to ride… either of the two.

But that didn’t stop him from trying, tightening his grasp on the twig and the jar of tea leaves before it erects into a deformed mop and shoots him over the trees.

Taehyun watches unsurprised as his wizard, his future left hand man, turned into a dot in the sky, Yeonjun, Huening Kai and you kinda just stared off in unusion and.

Soobin.

Oh Soobin was absolutely livid, tracking down the wizard and grabbing the nearest donkey he mistaken for a horse only to dismount it seconds later because it thought the buttons on the suite of his sleeves were mini cookies so he rushes to steal Taehyun’s boba and fling the pearls across the gravel turned asphalt road like kids playing with marbles.

And the prince blinked, blank faced, closing the arms of his heart glasses shut, closing his fan as he stood up, "Not in this outfit." He called up for a carriage to fly him back to the castle, the whole transaction taking less than a minute. "Nice catching up with you besties !!"

And Taehyun, too, turned into nothing but a dot in the sky.

Yeonjun was the first to speak after what felt like an hour worth of cricket noises piping in the sudden mundanity. “Well that was…”

“Typical Soobin.” Huening Kai blurted out, eyes to the beach chairs.

“Typical Beomgyu” You added, eyes to the sky.

Perhaps… No, this wasn’t a dream.

Yeah, absolutely, this is the perfect example of what an average day of a Royal Seamstress looks like.

The only unusual thing that happened today was the compilation of rendered visions of Huening Kai’s sweaty biceps and chest and hair and hands and body head shoulders knees and toes that spun through your head like those music boxes with poised ballerinas on them.

Oh who were you kidding, you were on the verge of pissing tears.

"I can do the tea sorting myself,” Yeonjun insists, walking back to his rightfully owned (not really) beach chair, “and when that’s done, I’ll head back to the restaurant.”

Huening Kai nods, lips pressed into a fine line. “Sounds like a good plan—”

Yeonjun walks back where he came from, next to Huening Kai, planting a hand on his shoulder, locking eyes in all seriousness, “No, I’m packing the things and heading back. You guys stay, actually enjoy the view or head out somewhere and do something, anything, as long as it’s safe and as long as it’s fun.”

Huening Kai takes Yeonjun’s hand off his shoulder, head shaking, “Aw Yeonjun I mean we could—”

“No compromises, boss, I’ve got it under control. Now get back to work.” A chuckle flees Yeonjun’s lips, smiling at the two of you like the type of smile you’d see on a mother when her son wins first place in his kindergarten soccer match, or a twelfth grade graduation. “See ya, have fun.”

Huening Kai didn’t inquire any further.

He gives Yeonjun a brotherly handshake and hug before leaving, and you excitedly leaned in too, which Yeonjun obliges to, not expecting things to take a turn and for you to go, “Thank you, Yeonjun.” Thank you for being one of the few people who stuck out with my best friend for a very long time, thanks for having our backs without us expecting you to.

You didn’t wait too long to find out if he understood or not, because you’d assume he did, people like him would get it.

The last thing you saw outside the tea farm would be another former knight that isn’t Huening Kai watching as you and Huening Kai dissapear into the fields, leaning in his chair while taking deep prospective breaths.

You trailed right behind Huening Kai, following him wherever he goes not knowing where he’s going or which road he’s taking but it’s with Huening Kai and anywhere with Huening Kai feels like home.

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Spanish nicknames for txt | ot5

Genre fluff; warnings Spanish words; pairing ot5 x gn!reader; wc 250

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Yeonjun ‘mi amor’

Okay so

I know it’s a bit basic but it just fits so well

I mean, i imagine him being so flustered when you call him that.

“Mi amor can you come here for a sec?”

He immediately goes, he sprints

He absolutely loves it, and I’m sure he eventually would start calling you that too.

Soobin ‘corazón’

Again, I know it’s basic

But he’s just full of love i can’t think of calling him any other way

Soobin has a big heart and he’s the most kindhearted person ever.

He would love it. Hearing that name come from your lips would be the death of him.

Attached to that nickname. Even better when you call him corazón de melon

“Please call me that again.”

Beomgyu ‘guapo’

Have you seen him?

He is the definition of guapo

At first he would be a little confused, but once he gets it, he won’t let it go.

“I’m not beomgyu anymore, I’m guapo now.”

He’s obsessed with you calling him that.

He would try to find a nickname for you that matches his.

Taehyun ‘mi cielo’

Taehyun is a piece of heaven on earth.

His heart just melts every time you call him that.

It feels intimate for him when you call him that, knowing the meaning is really beautiful.

So it means a lot to him when you call him that.

Call him pedacito de cielo and he’ll love it forever.

Huening Kai ‘mi vida’

He smiles immediately when he hears it.

He gets so shy and flustered.

The fact that you’re basically calling him ‘your life’ makes him feel so loved and valued.

It gives him comfort that you call him that, he feels safe <3

“I love you, mi vida.”

Absolutely loses it.

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Lua’s note: hi hi! I know this is too short 😭 I’m sorry, but I could write more things like this if you want. I just thought this was cute 😔 hope you enjoy!

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Anti-Romantic Chapter 4

Caught Off Guard

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Kang Taehyun x fem!reader

wc: 2.72k

Warnings: mentions of drinking (not specified), mentions of nervousness, mentions of past trauma (not specified)

AN: conversations are italicized, thoughts are italicized and bolded, texts are bold

all the love ~ lunar

Tag list: @taeraekisser , @forever-in-the-sky2

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After yet another long work week, your much needed girls night has arrived. Getting home from the long day, your roommate greets you at the door, excitement pouring out of her. Seems that you werent the only one who had a tough week. Girls night seems to fix everything for the two of you, something that you both desperately needed each week.

“You’re finally home! get ready girlie, I already have the place picked out! Soobin recommended it! He said they have the best drinks ever!”

“Okay, ill be ready in about a half hour!” the two of you share the same excitement, earning weird looks from people walking by, not that either of you really cared.

The bar was a little further than you are used to, but not too far to be out of your comfort zone. Arriving at the tall building, you look around the area and notice another building that catches your eye. Big Hit Entertainment. We must be in the entertainment district now, I wonder who we will run into out here? Should be interesting.

The two of you wait in the line to get into the bar, which thankfully doesn’t take as long as you thought it would. Getting to the front of the line, you both hand the bouncer your ID’s, and get a suspicious look from the tall man.

“Come with me.”

The two of you share a worried look, yet follow the man inside. Suspicion is taking over as he leads you through the crowd of people to the VIP lounge.

“This area is reserved for the two of you. Soobin told me to let you know that he hopes you two have a fun time, and to call him if you need anything.” with that, the blunder returns to his original spot, leaving you and your best friend speechless.

“Soobin did this? How? This is amazing!”

“I have no idea, but I am so in love with that man.”

“He’s a keeper for sure! All I can ask is for him to treat you right. Seems to me that I have nothing to worry about.” the two of you chat about the area together, giggling at how lucky your best friend is, and how lucky you are to be able to share perks like this.

Not long after the two of you sit down and order drinks, your best friend gets a text message from Soobin.

“Hey, y/n, Soobin is wondering if he and his friends can join us here? I know it’s girls night, so I wanted to ask you before saying anything to him…” You smile at her and give her your approval. She’s always so considerate of what your wants and needs are, and there was no hiding in her eyes how much she wants Soobin here, how could you say no?

As the night continues, the two of you continue to chat together, until Soobin and his friends enter the VIP area. With him is Beomgyu, and someone new.

“Hey! You guys remember Beomgyu? This is Yeonjun, one of the other friends that I wanted to bring to the movie night. We might have one more joining, but he is finishing up some work first.”

“Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!”

“Good to see you again, Beomgyu!”

“You too y/n! How are you?”

“I’m good! Happy the week is over.”

“You and me both!”

You and Beomgyu share small talk, and lots of laughter with the back and forth bickering between all of the boys. At first, you were a little nervous with it, but they made it known that it's all lighthearted. As the night's festivities continued, you found yourself laughing harder than you have in a long time. For the first time since moving to Seoul, there is a sort of comfort and safe feeling that you are feeling, a strong sense of happiness, one that before only your best friend could bring, and now it's stronger with the new friends that you have made. I wonder where he is right now…

An hour after the boys joined you, Soobin perks up.

“Ahh he's finally here! I'll go get him!” running out of the VIP lounge that the five of you are in, you look to see where Soobin ran off to. To your surprise, you see him. The one and only. Taehyun. Standing at the bar, talking with another girl. Not that it matters, it's not like the two of you are together… Why do I feel jealous? We aren’t together, and it's not like we're going to be together… So why do I feel like this?

“Okay! This is Taehyun!”

“Y/n?”

“Taehyun?” he clearly did not see you when he was at the bar, so you go along with the confusion.

“You guys know each other?” Confusion written all over Soobins features

“We’ve run into each other a few times.” you say, doing your best to avoid eye contact, while also not being rude, though as soon as you say those words, you can feel Taehyun's excitement slip a little bit. Regardless, he takes the open seat next to you, and joins the crowd as if there is no tension at all.

“I didn’t know you would be here, let alone know Soobin…” He says, just loud enough for you to hear him over the music.

“He’s dating my best friend, of course I know him.” There is a hint of irritation in your voice, though it is masked with a smile. Still, Taehyun sees right through your front.

“I’m guessing you saw me at the bar with that girl?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Can I explain what happened?”

“What’s there to explain? It’s not like we're dating? Who am I to tell you who you can and can't talk to?” Irritation still evident in your voice.

“Y/N, let's go dance?” your best friend's favorite song starts playing over the speakers, and she grabs your hand, dragging you out to the dance floor, before Taehyun can say anything else.

The two of you spend the rest of the night out there. She doesn’t know exactly what she saved you from, though you would tell her later, but you are happy that you don't have to talk to Taehyun about something that isn’t even really happening. The two of you aren’t together, of course you don't mind that he was talking to some other girl, but you can't shake the feeling of jealousy that was sparked. Why am I feeling this? It’s not like I want to be in a relationship… Maybe it's that she has more confidence than I do? I think that’s it.

“I don't know about you, but I think I’m ready to head home.” your best friend says as the two of you return to the boys.

“I think I am too.”

“We can walk you home.” Taehyun says and immediately stands up before anyone has the chance to say anything else. He flags down the waiter and pays the check, before anyone can even move. As the six of you walk out, you feel a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. When you turn to see who it is, Taehyun is looking around, nervousness written all over his features, as if he is making sure that there are no wandering eyes, or that there is a secret he is trying to keep. Not wanting to cause anymore tension, you continue walking out of the crowded building, and make your way back home, with the safety of the guys, you feel at ease.

Arriving home, everyone goes inside quickly, finding a place to relax after the walk home.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Umm yeah sure. Everything okay?” you ask Taehyun as the door shuts behind you. Carefully, yet deliberately, Taehyun grabs your shoulders and looks you deep in the eyes, as if he is staring into your soul.

“I was telling that girl that I’m not interested in her. That I'm interested in someone else.” He says. His voice is calm, but his eyes are screaming for you to believe him.

“Taehyun, I don't care that you were talking to another girl, everything’s okay.” you say, slightly on edge from the way that he grabbed your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I guess I was just nervous.”

“Nervous about what?”

“Nervous that I lost my chance to ask you on a date…” He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Even in the dark of the night, with only the light of the moon over the two of you, you can see the blush that has dusted over his cheeks.

“Y-you want to ask me on a date?” Nerves now rising within you, you’re left a little speechless.

“I mean I want to, but if you don’t want to then we can pretend I didn't just say that..”

“No no! I want to, I think, I guess… I guess I was just caught off guard… I-I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be interested I guess?”

“Well, can I take you on a date? And I promise I won't have to leave this time.” Sudden confidence surges through his core, his eyes are dripping with excitement, hoping that you will accept his offer.

“Y-yeah, I’d like that.” you reply, still too shy to look at him.

“Ill pick you up tomorrow at 1, is that okay?” His words are gentle, knowing that you are nervous, though he’s not sure why. A girl as beautiful as you? Surely you get asked on dates all the time. And he isn’t wrong, but he doesn't know that you turn them down. He doesn't know what you have been through in the past. He doesn't know what has happened that makes you this nervous. As gentle as he can be, he places a hand on your back and opens the door for you

“I can’t wait for our date tomorrow, I'll plan something special for you.” Leading you inside to join the others before closing the door behind him. Always such a gentleman.

The six of you spend the rest of the night talking and laughing together, while you and Taehyun keep sneaking glances at each other. The rest of the boys may not have noticed, but your best friend is not someone you can keep anything from. When the boys leave to go home, and the house returns to its normal calm atmosphere, your best friend closes the door.

“Okay, let's hear it.” She eagerly says as she makes her way to the couch where you are sitting.

“Taehyun asked me on a date… Tomorrow…”

“Ahh that’s so exciting y/n! But how do you feel about it?” She wants to be excited in this moment with you, but knowing what you have been through in the past, she knows that this cant be easy for you.

“I think I'm excited… I guess I’m just a little shocked… I mean I've only really talked to him a few times, and the thought of dating is still repulsive…”

“That’s a rather strong word…”

“…but something about it feels different… I don't know if it's a good difference or the kind that’s going to leave me hurting again…”

“Well, there’s really only one way to find out. Y/n, I know you’re scared, and I don't blame you at all, but maybe this time will be different? I just want to see you happy again, and I can see how your eyes light up when he's around. Maybe this could be a really good thing?”

“I hope you’re right, can you help me pick an outfit?”

“I would love to!”

Before finally getting to bed, the two of you finally get an outfit picked, and say your good nights. After a long week, you thought you would be asleep right away, but per usual, your thoughts are keeping you awake, thinking about how the events will unfold for the next day, hoping that everything will be okay, when you get a text message.

“See you tomorrow, get some sleep.”

“You too, see you tomorrow.”

With that, you place your phone on your nightstand, and slowly drift off to sleep, as your thoughts fade into the oblivion that is dreamland.

[beomie3]

pumpkin latte - k.th

bf!taehyun x reader

summary — you spend the night in; carving pumpkins, watching horror movies, and making halloween themed lattes with your barista boyfriend <3

wc — 2k

content — cuddles, kisses, tooth rotting fluff ^_^

✩ this is fic 1/5 of my halloween spooky series!

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october; the month of all things spooky, spicy, enchanted, you name it. but you couldn't deny it was most especially the month when people your age loved to go out every night and party, doing god knows what.

but for you and taehyun, october was the month you spent afternoons decorating your apartment with all kinds of adorable fall decor, cozying up on the couch afterward with lots of snacks to binge your favorite scary movies. maybe cuddle up in bed later with some hot tea and talk about your days, stare into his starry eyes.  

the point is, the two of you didn't feel the need to go out and be social. as homebodies, staying in with one another was more than enough to make your day special. just in the comfort of one another; you in the comfort of his baggy clothes and him in the comfort of your arms. it was just perfect. most especially during the fall season.

it was so perfect, in fact, that you had developed little traditions over time; pumpkin carving competitions, knitting cute scarves and hats for each other, baking cookies, brewing fall-themed comfort drinks.

that was one of many pros of having a barista boyfriend; he knew every single recipe to exist. and he had made you a plethora of lattes over the years. but your absolute favorite had always been his pumpkin lattes. crafted to perfection, you could almost taste his love in every sip. 

tonight, you had his favorite butterscotch cookies in the oven as you waited for him to get home from work, lighting some fall candles to prep the apartment for your hardworking boyfriend <3

at the sound of his key in the knob, your heart practically lit up, a smile spreading across your face when you saw his glowing face come around the corner and into the kitchen with two large pumpkins in each of his arms.

"taehyunnie!!" you run around the kitchen island, arms outstretched to help him with a pumpkin, hugging his baggy sweater once his arms are free.

he smelled of coffee and warm cinnamon rolls, the scent of working in a cafe all day. it was your favorite scent in the world.

"two pumpkins for our competition which i'm beating you at, by the way," he kisses your forehead in between words, each hand gently squishing your cheeks together so you can't argue back.

when you seem you're about to say something, he catches your words with his soft lips instead, gently pressing them to yours. a clever way to win a nonexistent argument. you pull away after kissing his lips, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

pumpkin carving competitions; one of your and taehyun's favorite fall activities that you always looked forward to. you have exactly one hour to carve your pumpkins, and then you send photos of the finished product to your friend group, having them judge who won. the winner got to pick the movie after. it never got old. 

although, in the grand scheme of things, the winner or loser of the competition doesn't matter because both pumpkins always end up on the windowsill, happily flickering like the warm glow of your love. 

it isn't until he's at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows washing his hands that you get him back, hugging him from behind and standing on your tip toes to blow cool air in his ear. he shivers against you, a small shriek leaving his mouth as he laughs. 

"okay maybe i'll let you win," he turns around once he's dried his hands off with a towel, smirking down at you. 

"we'll see about that," you snake your arms around his neck, just to grab a cookie from the platter that was on the shelf behind him, taking a bite and then turning around to start brewing the coffee for your lattes. 

his eyes lingered on you, smile growing on his lips at your teasing gesture, throwing the towel over his shoulder before going to help you. he just couldn't contain his love.

snaking his arms around your waist, he hugged you tightly, chin on your shoulder, gentle eyes on your working hands. i love you against your ear with the warmth of his breath brought a sparkle to your chest, and you swore your heart couldn't fill with any more love.

the scent of coffee swirled into your nose as you helped one another prepare the lattes, his soft hands guiding the small cup of foam over your mug to make a cute design of a kitty. clinking your mugs together, you took a sip, already melting into your favorite warm drink, laughing into your mug when taehyun sported a white mustache on his top lip from the foam, leaning over to lick it off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

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"three...two..." you intensely stared at each other from opposite ends of the table, pumpkin carving utensils in hand as you readied yourself to carve the best pumpkin in existence, your boyfriend finding your determination the cutest thing in the world. 

"one!" you shouted and quickly got to work, brows furrowed as you focused on the design you carefully etched into the pumpkin. the reason he loved this so much was to observe you, tongue caught in your teeth as you precisely carved, just wanting to watch you forever. 

and taehyun being taehyun; naturally gifted at everything he does, was a very skilled pumpkin carver. he got to work, determined to carve you your favorite animal because he knew it would make you happy. 

but of course, one hour was a long time to go without getting up and having some sort of physical contact with your boyfriend because looking at him from afar was only so fulfilling before you just had to go hug him. 

you both took small breaks, dancing to music in the middle of the kitchen or sipping on the remainder of your lattes, feeling a little dizzy after he spun you around a little too much. 

the hour passed by and it was time for the grand reveal, sitting on taehyun's lap with his hands cupped over your eyes as he counted down from three. revealing his masterpiece, a grin spread from cheek to cheek at the cutest carving of you and him as kittens snuggling under a heart that had your initials in it. you could almost tear up at his thoughtfulness. 

he was distracted by your pumpkin; the carving of your friend group as little animals, finding it the cutest thing in the world. he found it adorable how you carved him as a squirrel, beomgyu as a bear, soobin as a bunny, yeonjun as a fox, and hueningkai as a penguin, 100% sure they'd immediately vote for yours when you sent your photos in the groupchat, and that made him happy. 

your phones repeatedly dinged with messages from the boys, hearting your picture and complimenting you on how cute their animals are. beomgyu texted asking why his animal was a bear and not a cool tiger, soobin sent a picture of himself with a bunny filter on, and kai texted: awe taehyunnie's is so cute! his being the only vote for your boyfriend's pumpkin. your friends always supported and gushed over your relationship, wanting nothing but the best for you. 

you and tae laughed, replying to some of the boys' messages and ultimately sending them a selfie of the two of you with your pumpkins, sure to send another one later with what they looked like in the windowsill. or they would all just come over and see it for themselves tomorrow, as they all agreed upon in the group chat. 

after placing a faux candle in each of your pumpkins and displaying them in the window, you ran outside, hands intertwined together as the cool october breeze blew your hair back, feeling nostalgic as the crisp air smelled of bonfire and evergreen trees.

the warm glow coming from the window was enough to make you wrap your arms around the tall boy before you tightly, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose, his bright smile illuminating the evening and you swore your love for him could never ever end.  

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although it was your pick for the movie night, you still let the cozy boy beside you have some say, holding three dvd cases out in front of him as he closed his eyes and randomly picked one.

his pick made you jump up in excitement because this film was one of your favorites and you claimed it was super scary, when in reality you knew it was just to make taehyun hold onto you tighter (and he would anyway).

cozying up with some caramel kettle corn and seconds of your favorite pumpkin latte, warming your hands with the warm mug, taehyun draped fluffy blankets over you and plopped back down on the couch next to you. 

you snuggled into him, breathing him in, taking in his warmth. he was simply your comfort boy, serotonin flooding your brain with every breath you took. relaxing into him, the muscles in your body slowly unraveling until you were completely still and relaxed. 

the sound of his laugh when one of the characters in the movie did something stupid was your favorite sound in the world, looking up at him with a giggle of your own, watching the star-shaped lights that draped from the ceiling reflect in his large glassy eyes. straight, dark brown hair parted over his pretty eyebrows. he couldn't have been more perfect.

of course, popcorn was sent flying in the air several times because your boyfriend was prone to getting jump scared, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and barely peeking out an eye when the scene got too scary, clutching your hand tightly.

“it’s okay tae it’s only a movi- AHH!” obviously, you were just as prone to jump scares no matter how many times you’d seen the movie. but it’s okay because hugging your comfort boy under the warm blankets reminded you that you were safe, always.

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the movie had ended and although you were only a bit sleepy, taehyun picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to start your night routine so that you didn’t have to walk, gently setting you on the counter.

brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together had always been one of your favorite parts of the night, always feeling lucky that your had a boyfriend with the brightest smile and most beautiful skin on the entire planet. and of course, he shared the details of his routine with you.

“wait- i made you something,” his eyes light up as he suddenly remembers something and quickly runs out of the bathroom, returning with his hands behind his back.

shutting your eyes, something you feel you’ve done countless times in anticipation for his surprises, you feel him tuck your hair behind your ears and situate a soft pressure around your forehead.

“i knitted this for you…” you open your eyes at the sound of his soft voice and see for yourself in the mirror that he had knitted you a fluffy black headband with tiny cat ears on it to keep your hair out of your face. “…i hope it’s helpful.” he smiles at you in the mirror.

your cheeks grew pink with how much you gushed over his mere thoughtfulness and innocent gesture, melting over the fact that he put much time and effort into knitting this, considering how tedious and time consuming it is.

your eyes said it all; how grateful you were to have such an amazing person like kang taehyun in your life. you hugged his neck, peppering his face with kisses as he scrunched his nose. “i’ll have to knit you one too, so we can match.”

at the sound of that, your boyfriend’s large eyes lit up in excitement, smile beaming right into your heart. he helped you with the rest of your skincare, gently rubbing various lotions in for you and squishing your cheeks like he always did. snuggling into bed together, you ended the night with cuddles, deep talks and staring into his dreamy eyes until you couldn’t hold them open any longer.

his love truly felt like a cozy fall night in, warm blankets, star shaped fairy lights, the soft glow of jack-o-lanterns from your window sill, and best of all, pumpkin lattes.

🐿️<3

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a/n — thank you for reading pt. 1 of my halloween spooky series!! 🐻 is up next :) comment if you would like to be added to the tags list if you aren’t already!! stay tuned ^_^ 🎃

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©beomie3

[hyuukais]

4. god forbid i call a homie hot

warnings: language

a/n: please enjoy this next chapter that i’m actually releasing on time for once !!!

WHAT YOU DESERVE

: ̗̀➛ Y/n is beloved by thousands on the internet, being a popular streamer. However, they’ve never been able to find nearly as much affection in their love life, despite searching for years. Just when they’re close to giving up on love all together, they suddenly find their romantic prospects on an upturn.

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[milkbobatyun]

loving taehyun is like warm hugs

pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight headcanon, drabble (-ish)

summary: what it’s like loving taehyun, but it's about the warm hugs you share

word count: 398

a/n: the series grows !! writing this makes me feel so single LMAO side note: the ratings at the end of the fics have a little meaning (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ some hints are that they're birthdays, debut days, special days or the numbers have special meanings once again, ty editor-nim @yeonjunsfox for reading through it ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

loving taehyun is like warm hugs in winter and it comes with the feeling of security and being home.

the group had been on tour for a few months now, and they finally got back home. on their way back from the airport, taehyun requested the driver to drop him off at your apartment, after the rest of the members had gone back to their shared dorms.

you were preparing dinner for one, with soft music playing in the background when the doorbell rang. 

skeptical of random strangers, you approached the door, peering cautiously through the peephole, only to be greeted by the sight of a bouquet of flowers covering a person’s face. 

confused, you opened the door, only to be greeted by taehyun’s face when the bouquet shifted away. 

with a gasp of delight, you threw yourself into taehyun’s waiting arms and he engulfed you in a secure and loving hug.

the best kind of hugs are the ones when either one of you is making dinner, usually you, since you tend to have less of a hectic schedule.

taehyun would cling to you like a koala while you make dinner, sometimes nuzzling against your neck, and tickling you with his soft hair. often, he would claim to be your taste-tester, which is really an excuse for him to sneak a few bites before dinner. you’d happily comply, since the reward for feeding your clingy cat is a kiss on the cheek, or shoulder if he’s feeling mischievous.

when it’s taehyun’s turn to cook dinner, you’re the one with the back-hugging privileges. you attach yourself to taehyun’s back, sometimes going on your tiptoes to peer over his shoulder and take a peek and a sniff at what he’s cooking up. if you pester him enough, he’ll share you a titbit of the deliciousness he’s created.

when your schedules miraculously align and you have the chance to greet him at the airport when they touch down, your hugs are like an unspoken message of ‘i’ve missed you’.

the moment taehyun spots you, he’s pulled out his earplugs, dropped his bags on the floor and waiting with his arms outstretched.

without a second thought, you’re running in his direction, launching yourself into his arms, feeling his arms grab you tight against his chest, where you can hear his beating heart.

overall, loving taehyun is 520 hugs out of 214.

[txtaetertots]

stupid cupid: profiles (part 1)

—; yn’s angels aka yn’s friends

yn the city’s beloved cupid. their job is matching people to their soulmate! they have always had this odd talent of matchmaking since they were very young–boasting a 99% success rate. they’re often described as wide-eyed bambi by ryujin because they’ve always moved through life with an optimistic and can-do attitude.

keeho the date advisor. his job is to give people dating advice and tips, ranging from how to flirt or text to how to plan a date. his naturally outgoing and charming personality makes him an expert on dating (so he says), yet he’s still single. he’s fine being single though, because according to him, his only priorities are cupid’s club and kai.

ryujin the couple’s counselor. her job is to provide counseling services to distressed or struggling couples. she’s compassionate but intense; taking no nonsense from anyone. she tough on her clients, but only because she cares about people being happy and treated well. the embodiment of tough love.

kai the receptionist. his job is to book appointments and greet clients when they walk in. despite his intimidating stature, he’s been dubbed the gentle giant by ryujin and yn. he’s everything sweet and cute, making him perfect at his job. but even the sweetest berries can turn sour in a second.

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