#kim minjae smut

[starskq]

STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x meandom!idol!minjae

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), meandom!minjae, softdom!minjae, sub!reader, reader is a tease, fingering, slight dacriphylia, hair pulling, choking, riding, rough, spanking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (good girl, babe, etc...), slight cnc, orgasm control, pain play, overstimulation, dirty talk, physical restraint, aftercare

Word count ◊ 4.1k

Summary ◊ You loved seeing Minjae work, but seeing him all focus and everything stirred something in you. And you just couldn't wait. So you decided to test his limits.

a/n: this is my first smut omg, i was so nervous to post it! don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

You sat on the plush couch in the corner of the recording studio, your eyes fixed on Minjae. He was hunched over the mixing console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he tweaked the track levels playing through the speakers. The dim lighting of the studio cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His focus was absolute, and you couldn't help but admire him, your mind wandering to less innocent places.

Minjae’s fresh new black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently pushed it back with a slight huff of annoyance, his full attention on the computer before him. You bit your lip, your thoughts growing filthier by the minute. You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. You wanted his attention, needed it.

"Babe," you called softly, but he didn't respond. He was lost in his world of melodies and rhythms.

You sighed and got up, walking over to where he was working. You leaned against the console, deliberately positioning yourself in his line of sight. "Jae, it's been hours," you pouted, your voice hinting at playful frustration.

He looked up briefly, his eyes softening when they met yours. "I know, babe. I'm almost done. Just a little more patience, okay?’’

Your pout deepened. "You've been saying that for the last hour. How much longer?’’

Minjae chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "I promise just a few more tweaks. This song needs to be perfect.’’

You watched him as he turned back to the controls, his focus once again unwavering. You admired his dedication, but your impatience was getting the better of you. You moved closer, placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Minjae," you whispered, your lips close to his ear. "Can't you take a little break? Just for a moment?’’

He turned his head slightly, your faces inches apart. "Y/n, I really need to finish this. But I promise, once I'm done, I'm all yours.’’

Your eyes flickered with mischief. "What if I can't wait that long?’’

Minjae's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're making it very hard to concentrate, you know that?’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a mix of affection and desire. "I just missed you. Watching you work is amazing, but I want some of your attention too.’’

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. "You have all of it, even when I'm busy.’’

You kissed him, a slow and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things you wanted to do. Minjae responded eagerly, his hands tightening around your waist. For a moment, the music and the studio faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Minjae rested his forehead against yours. "I really need to get back to work.’’

You nodded, your heart racing and your pout evident. "Fine. I'll be patient then.’’

He smiled, giving you one last kiss before turning back to the console. "Thank you, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise.’’

You returned to the couch, your eyes never leaving him as he dove back into his work. The sight of him so focused and determined stirred something inside you. You decided to test his limits, to see just how much you could push him before he gave in.

You started by shifting your position, slowly crossing your legs in a way that made your skirt ride up just a bit higher than usual. The movement was deliberate and calculated. You watched as Minjae glanced over, his eyes momentarily lingering on your exposed skin before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe," you called softly, your voice laced with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is it okay if I take off my sweater? It's a bit warm in here.’’

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Sure, go ahead.’’

You pulled off your sweater slowly, revealing a fitted tank top underneath that clung to your curves. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back just enough to draw his attention. You saw his eyes flicker with interest before he quickly turned back to his work, trying to maintain his focus.

"Do you have any water?" you asked, your voice sweet and innocent.

"There's some in the fridge," he replied without looking up.

You got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. You could feel his eyes on you, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. You bent over to retrieve a bottle, knowing full well that your skirt was short enough to provide him a beautiful view of your panties as you bent. 

When you turned around, you saw Minjae staring, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

You feigned innocence, widening your eyes. "Just getting some water. Why?’’

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and sit down.’’

You smiled sweetly and returned to the couch, taking a slow sip from the bottle. You made sure to lick your lips afterward, your eyes never leaving his. He tried to ignore you, but you could see the tension building in his shoulders.

After a few more minutes, you decided to up a notch. You leaned back on the couch, stretching out and letting your hand casually slide up your thigh. You watched Minjae's reaction, noting how he glanced over repeatedly, his focus slipping.

"Jae," you called again, your voice a soft purr, knowing full well how much he loved this nickname.

He sighed, finally turning to face you fully. "What is it, Y/n?’’

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just bored. It's hard to sit still when you're so busy.’’

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes.’’

You pouted. "You've been saying that for a while now. Can't you take a tiny break?’’

"Y/n, you're not making this easy," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

You grinned, pleased with his reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about.’’

Minjae shook his head, standing up and walking over to you. "You know exactly what you're doing.’’

You tilted your head, your expression the picture of innocence as you looked up to him. "I'm just sitting here.’’

He leaned down, positioning resting his arms on either side of your head, on the back of the couch. "You're testing my limits, and I can promise you, this is not a good idea.’’

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "And what if I am?’’

His eyes burned into yours, his voice lox. ‘’You really want to play this game?’’

Your heart raced with excitement and fear. You looked up at him, your eyes wide but defiant. "What game?’’

Minjae's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "The game where you push me until I snap. You want to see how far you can go, don’t you?’’ 

You shivered at his words, a thrill running down your spine. ‘’Maybe.’’

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You're going to regret this," he warned, tilting his head to the side and arching his brow.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll see.’’

With a growl, his resolve finally snapped. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trailed down your body, rough and demanding. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he muttered, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, your body arching against his. ‘’Minjae…’’

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak. "You're nothing but a tease, Y/n. You think you can distract me from my work? Make me lose control?’’

You whimpered, his words sending a wave of heat through you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, though you both knew you weren’t.

"No, you're not," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "But you will be.’’

He moved his hand from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place as he kissed you again, rough and demanding. His other hand slid under your tank top, his touch sending shivers through your body. "You like this, don’t you?" he growled against your lips. "Being at my mercy.’’

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening just a fraction.

‘’Fuck,’’ you hissed as your airflow was restricted. ‘’I love it.’’

Minjae's grip on you tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desire. He guided you to the edge of the couch and sat down, pulling you over his lap with a firm, unyielding hold. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he growled, his hand resting on your lower back.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Now you have it. But you're not going to like what comes next," he said, his tone cold and authoritative.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you.

"Minjae!" you cried out, your body tensing.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. "You brought this on yourself, y/n. You think you can tease me and get away with it?’’

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, harder than the first. You whimpered, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I'm sorry," you pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he had just struck. ‘’I know you’re not sweetheart.’’ 

He spanked you again, this time even harder. You yelped, your body jerking against his. The pain was intense, but there was an underlying pleasure that made your core throb with need. He resumed spanking you, each strike harder than the last. "You need to learn your place. You don't get to play these games with me, not when I’m working.’’

Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking from the intensity of the pain and pleasure at the same time. He paused, his hand resting on your red, swollen ass. "You look so pathetic right now," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying and begging for mercy. Is this what you wanted’’

You nodded, your sobs making it hard to speak. "Please, no more.’’ He knew that you were not really asking to stop, and the wet patch on your panties told him how much you really enjoyed it.

He laughed, the sound harsh and devoid of sympathy. "Oh, we're not done yet.’’ He slid his hand between your thighs, teasing your wetness. "Look at how wet you are. You say you don't want it, but your body tells a different story.’’

You moaned, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers barely grazing your sensitive clit. "Please make you come? Please forgive you?’’

"Yes," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He removed his hand, leaving you throbbing and unfulfilled. "You don't deserve it," he said coldly. "Not yet.’’

He spanked you again, harder than before, the pain making you scream. "You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, sweetheart.’’

You sobbed, your body trembling. You needed him to touch you where you wanted the most. ‘’I've learned my lesson.’’

He paused, his hand resting on your lower back. "Have you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Yes," you cried. "I promise. Please, no more.’’

He pulled you up, positioning you to straddle his lap, your tear-streaked face inches from his. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he murmured, his thumb brushing away your tears. His eyes softened ever so slightly. You sat on his lap, your breath hitching.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Good," he replied, his grip on your hips tightening. "Now, tell me what you want.’’

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please touch me.’’

A smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want me to touch you? After all that teasing?’’

"Yes," you moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Minjae. I've been good.’’

His fingers trailed up your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly. "You think you deserve it?’’

"Yes," you pleaded, your eyes closing as his fingers got closer to your core.

‘’Tsk, look at me,’’ he commanded as he shook his head lightly. His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him in his eyes, and you force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Beg properly.’’

"Please," you begged again, your voice more desperate, your pride going away fast. "Please, I need you. I've learned my lesson. Please make me come,’’ you whined, your lips forming a little pout.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's better." He slid his fingers under your panties, finding you wet and ready. ‘’Fuck baby, you’re so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "All from a little spanking.’’

You moaned, unable to form words as his fingers began to tease your entrance. He slid one finger inside you, slowly, making you gasp. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every reaction. It was so fascinating for him how your face twited in pleasure at every little things he did.

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Please, Minjae," you begged again, your voice trembling.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing you. "You want more?" he taunted.

"Yes, fuck, please,’’ you moaned, your voice breaking with need.

He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "You're such a needy little thing," he said, his voice filled with both degradation and admiration. "So desperate for my touch.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Minjae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he commanded. "I want to see you when you come.’’

You forced your eyes open again, looking at him as he continued to finger you, his thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles. You cried out his name, your body tensing as you reached the edge.

"Come for me, baby,’’ he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing as you came hard around his fingers. You screamed, your voice echoing in the room.

He watched you with dark satisfaction, his fingers still moving, riding you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised, his voice softening slightly. "That's my good girl.’’

You barely had time to catch your breath before he started again, his fingers relentless. "Minjae, please," you begged, your voice shaking with overstimulation.

‘’Come on, babe. You teased me for hours. It’s what you wanted, right?’’ he asked, his tone mocking. "You're gonna come again for me.’’

You moaned, your body already on the edge again from his relentless teasing. "Minjae, I can't," you whimpered.

‘’Of course, you can," he said firmly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You were helpless against the pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. You cried out his name, your eyes engorged with tears. Another powerful orgasm crashed over you, making you scream his name again.

He slowed his movements, gently easing you through your orgasm, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his tone a mix of praise and possession. "You did so well.’’ Your body was still trembling and sensitive, but you still looked at him desperately. 

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, your voice shaky. ‘’I need you.’’ 

He smirked, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. ‘’Aw, my baby needs me?’’ He mocked, his tone filled with amusement. ‘’You sound so fucking desperate.’’

You bit your lip, your hands moving to jhis pants, fumbling with the button in your impatience. You looked at him, a begging look in your eyes, your fingers trembling against his jeans. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from his pants. ‘’So needy,’’ he taunted, his eyes dark. ‘’Can’t even wait for me to take my pants off.’’ 

You whimpered, your body aching. You needed him inside you. ‘’Please,’’ your voice sounded so desperate. 

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He locked eyes with you, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Alright, since you’re so eager.’’

He released your hands, allowing you to unbutton his pants. You quickly undid them, your hands shaking with anticipation. You pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching cock. You looked at him, your eyes wide with need. 

‘’Was that what you wanted?’’ He asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it against your wet folds.

‘’Fuck, yes,’’ you moaned, your hips bucking against him. 

He positioned himself at your entrance, putting just the tip in. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. ‘’But,’’ he said, looking at you with an arched brow. ‘’Do you really deserve it?’’ He teased.

‘’Jae, please just fuck me. I need you inside me,’’ you begged, looking at him with doe eyes. 

With a low growl, he thrust hard into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. You screamed, the sudden feeling of being full sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. ‘’Fuck,’’ he murmured. He started moving, slowly at first. "That's it," he growled, gripping your hips tightly. "Scream for me. No one can hear you in here.’’

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, making you cry out with every movement. His hands were so tight on your hips, you knew he’d leave marks, but you didn’t care. ‘’You like being fucked like this, huh?’’ He taunted, his voice rough. All you could do was moan, too deep in pleasure to actually form a coherent sentence. 

He stopped his hips, leaning back against the couch, ordering for you to move. You began to move, your body trembling with effort and pleasure. He guided your movements, his hands tight on your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on my cock.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body moving frantically as you chased your release. "Minjae," you cried, your voice breaking.

"You're such a needy little slut," he mocked, his voice low and harsh. "Look at you, so desperate to come.’’ That was probably his favorite view. Your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing, your hands scratching his lower abdomen. But the pace you were setting was too slow for his own taste. 

He thrusts up into you hard, making you scream. "You like being my little whore,  don’t you?’’

‘’Yes, fuck-" you sobbed, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Good," he growled, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Because that's all you are. My little slut.’’

He continued to thrust into you, each movement rough and demanding. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with pleasure. "Jae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes filled with desperation.

"Not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over the arm of the couch. He positioned you on your knees, your ass in the air, and entered you again with one hard thrust.

You screamed, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through you. He was even deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot with each thrust. 

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked you harder, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Let everyone know who you belong to.’’

You screamed his name, your voice raw with pleasure and desperation. He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "Say it.’’

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice barely audible.

"That's right," he snarled, releasing your throat and gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine. My little whore.’’

He pounded into you relentlessly, your moans and screams filling the room. "Minjae, I can't—" you gasped, your body trembling.

"Yes, you can," he growled, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Come for me, baby.’’

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, your screams echoing in the soundproof room and milking his cock. You convulsed around him, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Minjae, please," you sobbed, your voice breaking.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck," he growled, his body shuddering with release.

He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you panting and trembling. His chest stayed against your back, his arms on each side of your body, supporting himself.  Finally, he pulled out, his hands gently stroking your back. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice softening. "Such a good girl.’’

He gathered your trembling body into his arms, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Shh, it’s okay, love,” he whispered softly, his tone now filled with affection. “I’ve got you.’’

You nestled against him, your body exhausted and spent. He stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. Minjae looked around the studio, noting the lack of amenities for proper aftercare. He saw the mini fridge and had an idea. “Hold on, let me get some water and clean you up a bit.’’

He gently laid you down on the couch, ensuring you were comfortable. You whimpered slightly, your body still sensitive. He walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a couple of water bottles and a clean cloth he found nearby. He returned to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

He opened one of the water bottles, wetting the cloth. “This might be a bit cold,” he warned gently before cleaning you up. His touch was tender, his movements careful as he wiped away the sweat and the remnants of his cum that spilled out your hole and stained your inner thighs. 

You flinched slightly at the cold but relaxed as he continued to clean you. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I got carried away.’’

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I liked it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But I’m so tired.’’

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening. “I can tell. You can barely move.’’

He finished cleaning you up, then helped you sit up, supporting you with his arms. “Here, drink some water,” he urged, holding the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, your eyes closing as the cool water soothed your parched throat. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him for support.

He smiled, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, love.’’

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled, and you nearly collapsed. Minjae caught you easily, his grip steady and reassuring. “Easy there,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I guess I really wore you out, didn’t I?’’ He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. 

You blushed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Kind of, yeah,” you admitted, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He helped you back onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so cocky,” you teased, your eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted with a chuckle. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. “Just rest, okay? I’m right here.’’

You nodded, your eyes closing as you leaned against him. “I love you, Jae,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, babe,” he replied, his voice tender. He continued to hold you, his hand gently stroking your back as you drifted off to sleep.

[tiramisumin]

a nonsense christmas

⋆⁺₊❅. pairing: kim minjae x f!reader

⋆⁺₊❅. word count: 4.25k

⋆⁺₊❅. content: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!, fluff, some humor, swearing, strangers to classmates/friends to lovers, more mutual pining, mentions of alcohol, junmin cameo, if u squint this fic and the sumin one are connected lolz, if u couldn’t tell i like writing about kissing, vaginal fingering, face riding haha, minjae has an oral fixation, protected sex (cowgirl position yeehaw), she fell first he fell harder type beat

synopsis: you could see yourself falling for kim minjae and sharing a future with him. and maybe this time next year, you’ll be standing right beside him at this same party.

୨ৎ she’s a little late.. but better late than never amirite!!! thank u @tmrwsuns for being my personal cheerleader the entire writing process i think i might’ve kms’d without u bff 🤍 pls reblog if u liked this!

The annual Kim Minjae Christmas Eve party is something you dread every year. 

Since your first attendance your freshman year of college, something eventful has always happened at that damn party. There was the time your best friend had to go to the ER because she drunkenly tripped, fell, and broke her nose. There was also the time they left, without you, and you had to Uber back to your apartment all alone at one in the morning. Your friends always dragged you to it, though, for tradition’s sake. Unlike the other parties they tried to force you to go to throughout the semester, you didn’t have the excuse of studying for this one. 

Besides, you think Kim Minjae himself might tear the world apart looking for you. 

You knew of him vaguely every year before this one, obviously. But you’d never actually met him at one of his infamous parties, or in person at all for that matter. However, this semester you wound up in the same production course. And, well, let’s just say you started to understand the hype…

Like when you sat next to each other during lecture a couple weeks into the semester, Minjae peeking over at the doodles you were doing over your notes. 

“Those are cute. Are they supposed to be butterflies?” 

You jumped in your seat, caught off guard by the low voice so close to your ear. Minjae grinned at you, sitting back upright. You nodded in response as to not disrupt your classmates who were actually paying attention to the professor. 

“I’m Minjae, by the way.”

Or when he remembered a comment you made in passing about missing a lecture for a concert you were going to with your friends. 

“Wait, why was my absence last week excused?” You muttered to yourself in confusion, eyes scanning the class roster to see the words ‘Excused Absence’ beside your name under last week’s attendance slot.

“I didn’t want you getting points taken off your grade just ‘cause you wanted to have fun,” Minjae answered with a smile that rivaled the stars. “I asked my mom if she could email a doctor’s note to the professor to get it excused for you.”

There were a lot of things that needed to be unpacked. One; he did all that for you? Two; his mom was a doctor? Three; were you dreaming right now??

“You didn’t have to do that…” You said bashfully, initialing under today’s slot. Minjae took the sheet from you when you were done so he could do the same.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

The rest is kind of history. All it took was a couple smiles and you were cooked. In fact, cooked was an understatement. You would be competing against more than half of the girls at your school for his attention. While you had the advantage of being somewhat friends with him, that didn’t exactly mean he felt the same as you did.

“You worry too much.” 

Your best friend comes up behind you at your mirror, shaking your shoulders. You were currently getting ready for the party, pulling out all the stops. Every year, there’s been a different dress up theme. This year it’s famous holiday characters. Sexy Mrs. Claus anyone?

”There’s just a lot at stake here. My ego, my dignity, everything I’ve ever stood for.” You don’t pause as you say this, ensuring your makeup was absolutely perfect. All of which were true. Your pride would be smothered to bits if he rejects you. Any sense of self respect would fly straight out of the window. And you’d be a failure of a person for ignoring your own morals for him. 

“I know, but you’re stressing yourself out for no reason. I think it’s very obvious that he likes you, too, Y/N.” She tries to rationalize with you. You block her out, because no it is not. You can’t read him or what he’s feeling.

And maybe she was kind of right…

When you spot him, he’s dressed as a sexy Santa Claus. The rest of his friends are dressed as his reindeer, one of them even donning a bright red nose. The concept is actually really cute. Yourself as Mrs. Claus and your friend as Cindy Lou Who does not match at all. Not even just in terms of cohesivity. Usually the roles would be switched. You didn’t like to stand out much. 

“You look hot, go talk to him!” She whisper-yells in your ear, nudging you forward. 

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, fingers laced together behind your back as you nervously make your way across the room. He had just finished taking a shot with his friends when you approached, that sparkle in his pretty boba eyes twinkling even brighter upon seeing you. You have to admit he looks even better up close, the unbuttoned top of the Santa suit revealing a white cutoff t-shirt, doing very little to conceal his lean torso. 

You don’t miss the way he checks you out, dragging his gaze up and down your body. It has the room feeling a little warmer than it was a couple minutes ago. Your fingers stay behind your back, nerves evident by the time you reach him. “Hi.”

Minjae smiles cutely at your shyness, almost cooing at how adorable you are in spite of being dressed so scantily. “Hello, Mrs. Claus.”

“I should’ve known you’d pick the main character for your own party,” you say in reference to his outfit. “I didn’t really think about that when I was picking what I wanted to dress as.”

“Some might call that fate,” he grins something cheeky as he tucks some hair behind your ear. “Honestly, I think I’d be a little bummed out if you hadn’t unintentionally matched with me.”

You’re sure you look like a mess, every flirting comment driving you insane. Maybe he talks like this with all the girls he comes across. You wouldn’t be surprised, given the fact that everyone and their mom wants him. You’re not sure if he does it just to entertain people (or himself) and if he does, well, then you’re stupid. That’s why whatever happens tonight between you is such a big deal. Getting heartbroken by someone known for breaking hearts is more embarrassing than anything else.

You open your mouth to say something, but someone beats you to it, a pretty girl dressed like a sexy elf. “Minjae! There you are! I was beginning to think you stood me up at your own party.”

Minjae looks between her and you, giving you a small frown that you might not have noticed if you weren’t so perceptive. The girl latches onto his arm like a leech, eyeing you with something thick and full of disgust. (Or jealousy, you aren’t too sure, actually.)

“I know what this looks like, Y/N, but I—”

“Have fun at your party, Jae. I’ll see you later.” You interrupt him with a tight-lipped smile, bowing before heading back over to your friend. You feel so dumb. This is what you’d been trying to avoid this entire time. Now you have to do the walk of shame back to your friends.

Not only do you feel like one, but you probably look like a loser, too. Your best friend shakes her head at you when you come into view. You’re confused by her actions, because wouldn’t you think she would feel awful for you? As your personal confidant, she should be hugging you and supplying you with endless alcohol so you could get over this.

She grabs you by the shoulders the second you’re within arms’ reach, staring directly into your eyes. “We are not doing this right now.” 

“Doing what?”

“You’re not gonna stand around here at this party and act all mopey just because some random girl who thinks she has a shot with Minjae wedges her way in. You look too good for that. And besides, if you look over there, you’ll see that he doesn’t even care for her. He was excited to see you. Not her. Now, what you are gonna do is pick one of his friends to make him jealous and finally get him away from her.” She says, holding you firmly. 

“I don’t even know any of his friends like that, though.” You glance back to where they’re all gathered around the beer pong table. 

“I wouldn’t recommend Sumin, ‘cause he and his best friend are so in love with each other it’s kinda sickening. I don’t think they realize it though, so I don’t wanna mess with that. I know the rest of them are single,” she squints her eyes as she observes the nine boys. “Maybe Junmin. He’s really nice and he’s super close with Minjae, so he’s perfect for the job.”

“Why do you know so much about their friend group?” You ask curiously. She sounded so well-versed in the lore behind Kim Minjae and his friends. It was a little concerning, honestly. How much free time did she have to learn all of this information?

“Instagram and I are like this,” she crosses her index and middle fingers. “But enough about that. Are you down with the plan?”

You sigh. Were you really about to go through all this trouble for a guy? You guess so, since you nod before you even register that you’re doing it.

She manages to flag down Junmin just as he passes by. His antlers are slightly lopsided, telling you that he’s probably already tipsy. His cheeks are flushed, another indication of his intoxication. This guy had to be a lightweight or something. He smiles warmly at you both.

“What’s up, guys?” He asks, energy equivalent to that of a puppy being offered a treat.

“We have a proposition for you, Mr. Park.” Your best friend answers, to which Junmin just smiles and nods. 

“How can I be of service?”

“Okay, first things first; how does Minjae feel about Y/N?” She pats your shoulder, gesturing to you as if you weren’t an active member in the conversation. He looks at the two of you as if you’d both grown a second head.

“Do you really have to ask that? It’s kinda obvious that he’s obsessed with her.” Junmin snorts. “I’ve never seen him actually interested in someone the way he is with you. He talks about you every opportunity that he gets. You know that meme that’s like, ‘how can I make this about ‘blank’’? That’s Minjae with you.”

You can’t help the way the corners of your lips curl up. Okay, so maybe you did overreact when that girl came between you earlier. You didn’t let Minjae say anything and explain the situation either. She quickly fills him in on the plan she curated. Junmin is a little apprehensive at first, afraid of making his friend mad when he knows how he feels about you. But after some convincing, he agrees.

“What am I even supposed to do?” His hands stay inside of the pockets of the reindeer onesie he was wearing, scared of touching you, too.

”You don’t have to do much. Just stand by her and laugh at the things she says. If he sees you getting cozy, he’ll have no choice but to drop everything he’s doing and put a stop to it. At least, if he likes her as much as you say he does, that’ll be the case.” She shrugs, turning around to join in on the dance circle your other friends had started without another word.

Junmin sighs, and it’s clear that any and all signs of his inebriation have disappeared. This entire ordeal sobered him up pretty fast. You make the mistake of looking over at Minjae again, accidentally making eye contact. He narrows his eyes at you and Junmin, though nothing has happened yet and he’s merely standing beside you. You instinctively nudge his arm subtly.

The boy shakes his head and rolls his eyes playfully. “Of course he’s already jealous. That’s just like him.”

“You seem really close. How long have you been friends?” You ask to continue the small talk. This way, it won’t be completely awkward. He’s doing you a favor by playing along with your charade, you didn’t have to make it worse by being weird about it.

“I’ve known him since we were freshmen in high school,” he shifts his weight onto one foot. “Which is a little bit longer than everyone else, but not too long either.”

“Junmin, that’s eight years. That is a long time.” You laugh at him, pointing out the fact that his attempt at being nonchalant slightly failed. He scratches the back of his neck with a chuckle. 

“I mean, yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You reach out and hold onto his arm carefully. “Thank you, by the way, for doing this for me. You didn’t have to. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves his hand in front of his face. “It was no problem. In a way I’m doing this for Minjae, too. He has the tendency to put his own happiness aside if he doesn’t think he deserves it.”

Your mouth resembles an upside down crescent moon as he tells you this. “What do you mean?”

“He thinks that you’re too good for him. You know how everyone calls him a heartbreaker and how everyone says he can’t commit. That’s why he hasn’t made a move. He doesn’t want to disappoint you and he thinks you deserve better than someone with that kind of reputation.” Junmin mirrors your expression for a moment, and you can see how much he cares for his friend. It’s heartwarming actually.

Before you can respond, he’s covering the back of your hand with his own and glancing behind you to indicate that Minjae was coming. The raven haired male stands between you, scanning the scene for anything that would stand out to him. You’re sure there’s hearts in your eyes as you stare at him, even with the fake beard on his face. 

“I didn’t know you knew each other,” Minjae comments after a bit of silence, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“We don’t,” your hand falls to your side. “Not well, at least. But we’re friends now, right Junmin?” 

“Yeah, we are,” he turns to his friend with a smile. “I’ll catch you later, Y/N, it was nice meeting you.”

As soon as Junmin is out of ear shot, Minjae is turning back to you with a raised eyebrow. You peer at him innocently, but you know he’s caught you red handed. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Did what?” You act coy, messing with the fluffy hem of your skirt. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek and he glances away from you with a small laugh. 

“You’re really something special, you know that, Y/N?” His voice is only loud enough that the two of you can hear what he says, but nobody else. 

“You think so?” 

“I know so.”

Minjae doesn’t hesitate to lean into you, pressing his lips to yours softly. It’s perfect, the most perfect kiss in the whole world despite the fact that he’s wearing a fake beard. It tickles your face as he tilts his head. Your lips tingle everywhere that comes into contact with his, sparks running through your veins like electrical currents. Now that you’re certain that you’re on the same page, you want so much more than just this. You need him, all of him. 

But then you realize where you are. Your cheeks warm up impossibly hot, your nose cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. Minjae can’t help but laugh at how cute you are. Truly, he hit the jackpot with you. You checked just about every box on his list, the missing puzzle piece he had been looking for all along. 

Had he written a Christmas list this year, like he’d done so many times as a kid, you’d be right at the top. 

“Should we go upstairs?” He whispers into your ear. You nod frantically, desperate to be alone with him for the first time, well, ever. He takes your hand into his and guides you through the house and up the stairs. The hallway is long and it feels like forever has passed by the time you make it into his room. 

There’s posters of different bands on the walls, a keyboard and a guitar in one corner, and a desk with a laptop and a smaller mixing board in the other. The room is neat, but not too neat, and somehow exactly what you’d imagine Kim Minjae’s room to look like. You take it in all at once, allowing him to pull you onto his lap on his bed, a knee on either side of his thighs. He’s since ditched the beard. 

“I didn’t think you’d ever go for a guy like me.” He confesses, hands on your hips. His thumbs rub circles into your exposed midriff. You cup his face with a pout on your lips. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I was told I’m not really your type,” he frowns, but then his mouth is attaching to your lower stomach. “That you usually don’t go for guys who break girls’ hearts.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers creep beneath your skirt, tugging at the thin material of your lacy panties. “S-Sometimes, I make e-exceptions.”

You feel rather than see the curve of his smile, gasping when he drags your underwear down your legs. Your head is spinning and you’re overwhelmed by everything going on in the best way possible. Minjae’s hand disappears under your skirt again, his fingers teasing where you need him most. A whine escapes you when his thumb massages your clit, slowly and agonizingly. Your grip moves from his face to his shoulders, nails digging into the material of his Santa suit. 

His index and middle fingers don’t waste time slipping inside of you, forcing a louder moan out of you. The position the two of you are in makes it easier for him to curl them, brushing along that sensitive spot deep in your pussy. He keeps at it, alternating between calculated pumps into your cunt and showing attention to your already sensitive clit. 

“You’re so warm around my fingers, angel,” he mumbles into your skin, mouth still connected to your abdomen. “I bet you taste so sweet, too.”

You whine once more, riding his fingers like your life depended on it. It’s not enough, however. It’s not enough to satiate the hunger and the desire burning behind your chest. You needed to become one being with him. He pauses, looking up at you with eyes resembling pools of tar, unbridled affection swimming in them. 

“What is it?” You ask breathlessly, lips subconsciously pouting at him. 

“Can you…” He trails off, looking for the words. “Can you ride my face?”

You gawk at him, not at all expecting that to come out of his mouth. It’s not that you were this pure virgin who’s never done anything before, but Minjae was more experienced than you in multiple departments. And that happened to be one of them. You’ve never sat on anyone’s face before, and you’re sure it shows because he coos at you. 

“I’ve never… You know…” Your bashfulness has him growing harder beneath you and he can’t stop the groan he lets out after. 

“That’s okay, I’ll be your first,” he reassures you, rubbing up and down your sides comfortingly. “And hopefully your last.”

You smile widely, leaning down to kiss him. There’s more than lust translated into the way you slot your lips with his. You could see yourself falling in love with Kim Minjae and sharing a future with him. A future where you go out on dinner dates and he picks you up at your apartment, staring at you in awe when you get all dolled up for him. One where you take late night drives just because you want to, his arm outstretched across the center console to hold your hand. And maybe this time next year, you’ll be standing right beside him at this same party. Maybe you’ll wake up on Christmas morning to a kiss on the forehead and a tree filled with gifts for each other. 

Minjae lays with his head on the pillows after he shrugs off the jacket of his Santa suit while you shimmy out of your skirt, pulling you up so you’re straddling his face. His arms hook around your thighs just as you unzip your top and discard it somewhere behind you. 

“Just relax, angel,” he leaves a kiss on your inner thigh. “Hold onto the headboard if you need to.”

You do as he says, shutting your eyes when you feel his breath on your pussy. First, he kisses your clit experimentally. The moan that comes out of you encourages him to continue, his tongue kitten licking the expanse of it. It doesn’t take long for him to find a rhythm, the blunt edges of his nails pressing into your thighs. 

Your forehead falls to the headboard, sounds you’ve never made before bursting from your chest. You try to watch him between your legs, but the pleasure is so overwhelming you can’t keep your eyes open. His nose bumps your clit repeatedly, and somehow that’s what has you nearing your end. 

Minjae releases one of your thighs, his thumb applying pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves as he fucks you open on his tongue. Loud is an understatement to describe your volume. You’re thankful that there’s an entire party going on downstairs, because despite being so shy earlier, there’s nothing shy about you right now. And he’s eating it up. 

“I’m gonna—!”

“Wait,” he stops, pushing down his pants and his underwear. “I want you to cum on my cock.”

“Minjae�� I don’t think I can last any longer.” You whine, your cunt contracting around nothing. He kisses it one more time before sitting up and helping you back into his lap. He reaches into the drawer of his bedside table, grabbing a condom and quickly unwrapping it so he could slip it on. The time between riding his face and hovering over his dick is a blur, your whole self delirious from how good everything feels. 

“There, there, angel,” he murmurs into your collarbone as you sink onto his cock, both of you moaning at the contact. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

He knows you’re tired, so he does all the work for you. His grip stays on your hips, fucking up into you with desperation. He was already stiff and throbbing with need just from eating you out. You’re both searching for sweet release, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders, then his arms, then tangling in his hair. 

His mouth latches onto one of your breasts, and you’re starting to think he has an oral fixation, the orifice always connected to some part of your body or another. Your fingers stay in his hair, attempting to bounce on his dick and meet him halfway. You’re exhausted, though, and it barely does anything to help Minjae, who’s doing everything. 

You were so close when he decided to change positions, so it didn’t take a lot to get you back to that point. Your pussy tightens around him, and he knows that your orgasm is near. He swipes his ring and middle fingers on your clit, the added stimulation finally bringing you to the edge of bliss. It feels like you’re on cloud nine, the fatigue evaporating from your bones. 

Minjae is right there with you, gritting his teeth so he can take care of you first. “Where— shit— where do you want me, angel?”

“Inside,” your voice is hoarse and seeping with sleepiness. “Cum inside me, Jae.”

He doesn’t have to be asked twice, finishing into the condom with a low groan. You rock in his lap to ride out both of your highs, until eventually he slides out of you and you collapse into his chest. Minjae laughs, pulling back the covers on his bed so you could be warm and comfortable. 

“Y/N?” He whispers softly, in case you might’ve already fallen asleep. You hum in response, stirring so you could look up at him. He thinks he could fall in love with you. “I just want you to know that I mean it when I say things are different with you. I wanna see where this road takes us.”

“I believe you,” you smile, something so pretty like the star on top of his Christmas tree and so cozy like a mug of hot cocoa. “And I want that, too. My feelings for you are kinda scary, Kim Minjae.”

“I could say the same about mine for you.” His expression is the spitting image of one of your dreams. You were in this exact scenario, except instead of confessing to each other for the first time, you had been together for years and this was just a typical morning ritual for you. 

“Just promise me one thing?” You trace random things into his abdomen, blinking up at him. 

“Anything.” He nods, recognizing the seriousness in your gaze. 

“Don’t break my heart.” The way you ask him this, looking at him like he personally painted sunsets, he would burn bridges for you. 

“I wasn’t ever planning on it.”

© 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏.

[intheemptymirror]

small !

minjae x fem!reader

summary: unfortunately (or maybe not), teasing minjae for his short height (and other such things) has consequences

genre: smut (mdni)

warnings: mean-dom!minjae (honestly he was gonna be meaner but that didn’t end up happening somehow), porn with practically no plot, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, big dick minjae, rough sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), he grabs the readers face and taps it lightly but it’s not a full on hit or anything, overstimulation, minjae is a bit sensitive about being called small aka: has a man’s ego (but it’s ok because he’s hot), mentions of other people being able to hear y’all goin at it, degradation, praise, minjae calls you good girl + slut + baby + baby girl, maybe slight dub-con?? (mentions of him “making it fit” pretty much + reader begs minjae to stop but he keeps going), dacryphilia, creampie, reader is suggested to be around the same height as minjae maybe like an inch smaller at most

a/n: guys i’m so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for like a month 😭 idk what happened also i swear im almost done with that jay fic it’ll come out right after this one i just haven’t been super satisfied with it so ive been putting it off 😖 but it’ll be out soon! also for the people who’ve sent in requests, don’t worry ive gotten them im just taking a while doing them im so sorry 😭 anyways this fic idea has been in my head for like a month and tonight i went a bit crazy and wrote it all lol but i feel like i lowkey rushed it so it’s not as good as it could be either way i hope you guys enjoy it

it was all just meant to be a joke. a meaningless little comment. something you all would laugh about and then move on from.

minjae didn’t seem to share the same sentiment.

it started out as a normal hangout between you and your friends. everybody was having fun, the conversation was entertaining, and it was a good time all around. somehow along the way, the conversation had turned to your guys’ sexual experiences (or lack-there-of for some).when the topic inevitably made it’s way over to minjae, you thought it would be funny to make a comment about his… size.

“i mean, i know those extra inches didn’t go anywhere else.” was all you had said. and it’s not like you actually knew whether he was small or not— you’ve never seen it first hand after all— but the other boys seemed to find it funny nonetheless if the way yechan and seeun nearly fell off the couch was anything to go off of. even minjae laughed! you mean, sure his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek the way it always does when he’s annoyed, but you really thought he wasn’t all that bothered by it!

you thought you’d all be able to move on and that’d be that, but when you announced to the group you had to go to the bathroom a few minutes later you hadn’t expected minjae to be following right behind you.

you padded down the hall to the bathroom and turned to shut the door behind you, but minjae had barged through the open space before you could. you stumbled back in surprise at the sudden intrusion as minjae slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. you were still in shock from his sudden forced entry that all you could do was stand there with wide eyes, an open mouth, and your hands hovering in the air as you watched.

minjae stared intently at the door as if trying to burn through it with his eyes while his shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths he took through his nose as his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his blunt nails digging into his palms. the air was suddenly tense and heavy, anger radiating off of minjae’s body. your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find the words to ask him what in the world he thought he was doing before he slowly turned around to face you. his darkened eyes and tense smirk shut you up real fast.

“what was that?” he spit out.

“w—what was what?” you stuttered out with a nervous laugh; a small attempt at soothing the suddenly thick air. he straightened up at your words, stalking towards you with narrowed eyes and you suddenly felt small and exposed under his intense gaze. you stumble backwards as you try to keep some space between you two until your back hits the bathroom wall. you pat around the wall and glance behind you as if doing so would open up some secret passage way you could use to get away from minjae’s wrath. “you mean the size comment?”

minjae comes to a stop right in front of you, leaning his face towards yours until you can feel his warm breath against your face. “so you do know what i was talking about.”

“i—it was just a joke! you seriously can’t be mad about that can you? maybe you’re just mad because i told the truth!” those last words were out like word vomit, escaping your lips before your brain could keep up and tell you to stop. your eyes widened at your own sentence as you inhaled sharply and shakily, your lips wobbling slightly out of fear before you purse your lips to stop from digging a bigger hole for yourself.

his face fell and minjae didn’t say anything for a moment, his silence being almost scarier than if he did say something. it was silent… and then his lips curled into a smirk as his hand reached out to take your wrist in his hold.

“oh yeah? since i’m so small you shouldn’t have any problems helping me out, hmm?” he tugged on your wrist, stumbling you forward into his body. he pressed your hand onto the very apparent, growing bulge in his jeans, your eyes snapping down to look at it before looking back up at minjae only to find his intense gaze completely locked onto your flustered face. you swallowed harshly as you tried to speak, the only noises coming from your lips being small squeaks and shaky exhales. “hm?” minjae taunted, pressing your hand into his bulge a tad harder, the pressure sending a shudder up his spine as his eyes flutter and a soft moan leaves his lips at the sensation.

your fingers twitch against his length when his moan hits your ears, the noise sending a wave of heat through your lower stomach and has your cunt clenching around nothing. it snaps you right out of your daze as you finally muster up the strength to tug your hand from minjae’s grip and away from his dick. “we shouldn’t— you— the others are still outside, i don’t think—“ as you stutter through half-assed excuses, he steps forward to press you against the wall, trapping you between the wall and his sturdy chest.

“i’m not hearing you say you don’t want it,” he says lowly, his breath fanning against your face as the deep timbre of his voice rumbles through your whole body. “you’re saying the others are outside, you’re saying i shouldn’t, but i’m not hearing you say you don’t want it.” he brings his hand up to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek gently. “tell me you don’t want it and i’ll walk away from you right now.”

your words get caught in your throat, and before you even realize it your eyes are drifting down to minjae’s lips before darting back up to his eyes. minjae takes this as his cue, harshly pressing his lips against yours as he slams you back against the wall, one hand coming to your waist to pin you there while the other comes up to your face to tilt your head up for him. your hands fly up to grip his shoulders and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck in an attempt to ground yourself from the sudden and intense attention minjae was giving you.

a soft moan escapes your lips when minjae prods at your tongue with his, the soft noise unlocking something primal from within him as he takes the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue while pressing his lips against yours with more fervor. his hand on your waist slides down to slip his hand under the hem of your shirt. his warm fingers sends a chill up your spine, your back arching into his body for more.

“wait, minjae— mph!— the others—“ you try to speak up between kisses but minjae seems hellbent on keeping your mouth shut, practically devouring you as he keeps kissing your lips without a care in the world.

“don’t care.” is all he mumbles when he finally pulls his lips off yours, his eyes half-lidded and lips swollen while his hair is messy and tangled from your hand running through it repeatedly. he looks hot. he doesn’t give you much longer to admire him though before he’s leaning back in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips and trailing down your jaw to the soft skin of your neck. “they can watch for all i care. maybe then they won’t find it so funny…” his voice trails off, seemingly still peeved from your comment from earlier.

minjae’s lips start their assault on the previously clean skin of your neck, his teeth joining shortly after. you tense up at the sharp feeling before you relax into it, pleasure seeping into the pain. you grip onto his shoulders and you tilt your head back to give him more access as soft whines leave your lips with every suck and bite to your skin. “that’s it, baby. just let me have you.” he mumbles, his voice vibrating through your skin and sending a shiver up your spine.

“more,” you whine out as he trails his lips across your neck, collarbone, and chest. you start to squirm in his hold as your hips chase after his in an attempt to get some sort of friction to soothe the growing heat in your lower half.

“you want more?” he asks, making you nod eagerly before he’s suddenly pulling off of you completely and taking a step back. “get on your knees.”

you blink at him with blank eyes as your brain tries to catch up with his command along with the sudden absence of his warmth. “…huh?”

minjae rolls his eyes and takes your face between his fingers, squeezing your cheeks to make your lips pout out as he shakes your head around lightly. “are you fucking dumb? i said get on your knees”

you blink at him a few more times in surprise, completely not expecting this type of behavior from minjae. you didn’t think he’d be so… mean. his little curse sent another wave of heat straight through your core and make your thighs clench together. you hold eye contact with him as you slowly slide down to the floor until your knees hit the cold tile. minjae smiles at the sight of your pretty eyes looking up at him through your lashes, his hand loosening from your face before he goes to lightly pat your cheek. “good girl. now go on, help me out.”

you move immediately this time, sitting up and shuffling forward on your knees as you reach out to unbuckle his belt. minjae’s hand reaches up and strokes your head as he watches you as if trying to give you some sort of silent praise. the metal sound of the belt buckle reverberating through the otherwise quiet bathroom makes your face heat up, completely aware of what it is you’re about to do to minjae. or really, what minjae is about to do to you. you swallow harshly and unbutton his pants with shaky hands, glancing up at him one last time for confirmation before he gives you a quick nod.

you pull his jeans down his thighs slowly, now completely face to face with the not so little problem that started this whole ordeal. your tongue comes out to wet your lips at the sight of his cock straining through his gray boxers. why did it suddenly seem bigger now? minjae huffs out a short laugh, the sight of your eyes widening and mouth practically drooling over him amusing him.

minjae opens his mouth to say some snarky comment but you act before he even has the chance to. you don’t know what came over you. you let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to minjae’s imprint. you press one, two, three soft kisses before you let your tongue loll out and go back in for more, the fabric covering his cock darkening with a mix of your spit and pre-cum that was leaking from his tip. minjae lets out a sharp hiss through his teeth, the hand in your hair clenching and tangling your locks between his fingers harshly.

you continue your ministrations for a few moments more, humming at the subtle taste you could get of him before it suddenly isn’t enough anymore. your fingers hook into the waistband and tug them down gently, minjae’s length springing out and hitting his stomach. you could do nothing but stare at it for a few moments. you already could tell it was big (you felt it with your hand and mouth after all), but feeling it through fabric and seeing it completely out in the open were two completely different things.

minjae seemed to sense your panic, cupping your cheek in his palm to make you look up at him. he offered you a gentle smile; the first genuine one of the night. “a bit intimidating, isn’t it?” you nod. “it’s okay, baby. just take it slow.”

his reassurance makes you nod before looking back at his cock. you wanted to do a good job for him. you tentatively take his length into your hand, wetting your lips before giving his tip a small lick, catching the pre-cum that was previously dripping from him with your tongue. he lets out a small hiss through his teeth as you repeat this action a few times, trying to get a feel of having him near your mouth. finally, you wrap your lips around his pink tip, minjae’s head lolling back as he lets out a throaty groan.

you look up at him as you start to suckle around him, the sight of his exposed neck, furrowed brows, and heaving chest making you drip all over the floor. minjae seems to be having a hard time holding himself back from fucking into your mouth as he pleases, but still lets you take it at your own pace. at first anyways. slowly but surely, you slide your mouth down his length further and further until you finally manage to get his tip to the point it hit the back of your throat. you use your hand to work the rest of him while you get used to the weight of him on your tongue. you try to push forward more, but you gag slightly and pull back instinctively before you’re stopped by minjae’s hands grabbing the sides of your head.

you look up at him in surprise, your brows furrowing as you blink up at him, but all you’re met with is a pitying look from minjae. “i’m sorry, baby girl, but i can’t hold back any longer.” he really does look sorry. well, he does until he pulls his hips back until just the tip of his cock is between your lips, only to push himself back into your mouth again. your eyes widen as you gag around him when his tip hits the back of your mouth once more, the feeling of your throat constricting around him pulling a loud groan from deep in his chest. “fuuuck, baby, just like that.”

tears spring into your eyes and drip down your cheeks with each harsh thrust he delivers to your mouth. your hands come up to grip onto his thighs, the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin making him hiss through his teeth. you can do nothing but sit there and take it, so you try your best to focus on breathing through your nose. with each push of his hips, he manages to slide his cock deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth, until eventually your nose is pressed right into the little happy trail on his abdomen leading down to his length.

he holds you there for a moment as he hunches over and seemingly crumbles completely under your touch as his voice grows louder and more high pitched. he looks and sounds so beautiful. you try your best to watch him but the feeling of his thick cock stuffing your mouth full makes your eyes squeeze shut as you choke and sputter around him, tears streaming down your face as you whine. your noises only send shockwaves of pleasure through minjae’s body.

minjae pulls back and gives you a moment to breathe before fucking right back into your mouth again like he’s lost all control. you’re not sure if he can feel the way you’re trying to lick at the vein on the underside of his cock in an attempt to bring him more pleasure, but the way his voice cracks slightly when you do makes you think he can feel it just fine. you both keep up your movements before his hips stutter as he finally spills into your mouth with a loud groan, shallowly thrusting to ride himself through his orgasm.

he throbs against your tongue as the last few spurts of his cum drip into your mouth. his breaths are deep and heavy as he tries to come down from his high, his eyes shut as he stays nestled inside the warmth of your mouth. it’s not until you sputter around him, his cum spilling out around his cock and dripping onto the corners of your mouth that he finally pulls out, a string of his release dripping from his slit and connecting to your lips. he brings his thumb down to wipe at the sticky, white substance before pressing the digit against your lips, your lips automatically parting and taking the appendage into your mouth. he uses his other hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks as you clean off his thumb before he pulls it from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop!’.

minjae’s gaze is tender and soft as he looks at you from above before it darkens once more. he pulls his boxers and pants up quickly before grabbing you by the arm and dragging you up onto your legs. you wobble a bit as your legs tingle with pins and needles from being on your knees for so long, but minjae is there to stabilize and drag you out of the bathroom. you yelp as you stumble down the hall before he hisses at you to be quiet and practically tosses you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

you spin around to ask him what you were doing in his bedroom (you had a good idea of what) before he takes your face between his hands and kisses you. you melt into his mouth as he guides you backwards with a strong hand on the small of your back to keep you steady until your knees hit the edge of his mattress, the both of you falling back onto the bed. minjae slowly slides his hands up the front of your hips and under your shirt, letting his palms feel over the smooth expanse of your torso before gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it straight over your head aggressively with a sudden sense of urgency. he then tugs his still loosened pants down along with his boxers and tosses them behind him to join your shirt on the floor.

his lips are immediately on you again, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your waist as your fingers come up to cling into his hair. your kisses are desperate and sloppy, your lips a mess of tongue and a little bit of spit as you whine into each others mouths. you can feel him grind down onto your panty-clad core, the friction making you buck your hips up into his for more.

minjae seems to have absolutely no patience in his body left, his hands coming down to hook into the waistband of your underwear and slowly slides it down your legs as he keeps kissing you. he pulls back to push you further up the bed by your waist, a teasing smirk appearing on his face at the soft whine that escapes your throat at the loss of his lips on yours.

he slides his hand down your body before he runs two of his fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering the wetness on his fingers before bringing them up to his mouth and tasting you on his tongue. you can feel the skin of your cheeks heat up at the action. he licks his lips afterwards and brings his hand back down to your hole, leaning over you as his bangs fall over his eyes. “you taste so good, but that can be saved for next time.”

next time. the thought that he wanted to do this with you again made you swallow harshly and your eyes widen. you don’t have much time to dwell on the thought before he pushes one finger in, the slide made easy from how wet you had gotten. he stays with the one finger anyways, gently fucking it into you until he pushes a second one in next to it.

his fingers were longer and slightly thicker than yours making him able to stretch you out more than you ever were able to. you let out soft pants and quiet moans as your back arched up at his repeated movement. the gentle drag of his fingers against your walls only made you anticipate what the weight of his cock in you would feel like.

minjae pushes a third finger in when he thinks you’ve adjusted to the first two, picking up his pace as he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit. he doesn’t let up until your hips start bucking up into his as your peak starts rising and rising and rising— only for it to suddenly stop.

he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, making you collapse back into the sheets as you shake from your ruined orgasm.

“minjae—“ you start, but you’re cut off by him shushing you and running his shaft through your soaked folds.

“shhh, baby.” minjae pulls his hips back and forth, his tip catching on your clit everytime he pushes forward. “god, you’re so wet..” he repeats this motion a few times until he’s thoroughly coated himself in your slick before letting his cock rest on your tummy, just to let you both see just how deep he could get.

the lewd sight makes you sigh out and toss your head back into the mattress. you got a bit embarrassed at the fact you could feel yourself getting wetter at the sight but the visual worked minjae up just as much as it had you, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest.

minjae slid his cock off of your stomach, a few drops of pre-cum dripping onto your skin as he moved to align himself with your entrance. you tensed up at the feeling of him starting to push past your tight rim. your hands immediately fly to press flat against his abdomen, the stretch already making you panic slightly. “w—wait! ‘s not gonna fit!”

minjae pries your hands off his stomach and interlaces his fingers with yours as he pins them on either side of your head. “it’s okay, baby. i’ll make it fit..” his voice trails off at the end when he turns his attention back to his tip breaching your entrance. you try and take deep breaths to get yourself to relax, only to have your breath hitch in your chest and a loud moan gets ripped from your throat as minjae pushes in.

your hands squeeze minjae’s to which he squeezes back to silently reassure you. “s—shit, baby, you gotta relax. can barely move, youre so tight.” you manage to get your limbs to relax, shutting your eyes since you think looking would just make the slight pain worse. you almost wish you hadn’t because when you do the rest of your senses of your senses all go towards feeling minjae slowly push the rest of him in, inch by agonizing inch.

he lets out a soft groan when he finally bottoms out, your jaw dropping as your head lilts back as you relish in the sensation of feeling so full. minjae lets go of your hands to soothingly run his hands up and down your sides, gritting his teeth as he stays still to let you adjust.

the moment your eyes flutter back open and your chest stops heaving as much is when minjae drags his hips back until just his tip is in only to slowly push himself all the way back in again. the action makes you gasp out and clench around him, your walls tightening around him making minjae hiss out through his teeth. minjae screws his eyes shut and keeps his head down as he lets out heavy pants, his bangs covering his face as he tries to keep himself in check so as not to entirely hurt you.

this doesn’t last very long though before minjae adjusts his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into the plush skin hard enough that you’re sure marks will be left in the morning. he drags his hips back until only his tip in just like before, but this time he snaps his hips against yours so harshly it knocks the air right out of your lungs and sends you sliding up the mattress.

his thrusts are so aggressive and hit so deep you’re sure he’s molding your insides into his shape. tears start to spill over your cheeks as you struggle and fail to keep your loud moans at bay. “minjae— haa— please, s—slow down— hng!” you cry out, the feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that one gummy spot inside you getting to be too much.

“say you’re sorry.” he growls out.

“h—huh?” you blink up at him in surprise, your fuzzy brain taking a minute to keep up with his request.

“i said say you’re fucking sorry.” minjae emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust between each one before he grabs your face between his fingers, puckering your lips out as you wet his hand with your tears. only then is when you understand what it is he wants.

“‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry! i didn’t— hic!— mean what i said, please! please, ‘m sorry!” you babble out, wobbly apologies coming out like word vomit. it doesn’t seem like it’s enough to satisfy minjae though.

“yeah? yeah, you’re sorry? then let them hear how good i’m making you feel then, huh? let them know how good i’m giving it you.” only then is when you remember your other friends currently still waiting in the living room for your return.

‘ah,’ you think. ‘how embarrassing.’ but the thought still makes you clench around him, something minjae catches immediately.

“oh, that shit gets you off? fucking slut..” his degrading words only makes you moan louder just like he previously asked. you can do nothing but scream out his name and apologies repeatedly, practically cock-drunk and empty-headed by now.

you can feel your orgasm start to build and build fast. you could tell minjae was nearing his end too if the way his hips started to stutter against yours was anything to go off of. a few more harsh thrusts delivered to your cunt and you’re tensing up around him, your walls clenching as you throw your head back and arch up into minjae’s body. you shake and sob as minjae keeps fucking you through it, clawing at his skin in an attempt to get him to stop.

minjae only groans at the feeling of your nails scratching and leaving little red marks on his chest. he chases his own high with fervor until his hips stutter as he comes to a complete stop inside of you, whines leaving his lips as he spills into you. he collapses on top of you, his weight feeling strangely soothing on your shaking form.

his hips move shallowly to help him ride through his orgasm, your thighs twitching with each small drag of his cock in you. you can feel his warm breath against your neck, his hair softly tickling the side of your face. you both lay there panting as you come down from your intense highs, your nails gently dragging along minjae’s back as his hands run up and down your sides. it’s silent for a moment until minjae finally speaks up.

“do you think they heard us?” his words are muffled from his face being practically shoved into the skin of your neck. they pull a loud laugh from you, the bright sound making minjae smile as he pulls his face from your neck to look down at you.

“i think it would’ve been a little hard not to.” you respond, making minjae nod as he pouts his lips in thought.

“well at least now they know.” he says. you furrow your brows and pout your bottom lip out in confusion.

“know what?” you ask.

“that it’s not small.” he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. you roll your eyes and huff out as you flop back into the mattress.

of course he’s still on that.

[darknesscreepin]

kim minjae | k.mj

pairing : sub!minjae x dom!reader

warnings : overstim, crying, insecure!minjae :(

minjae sat between your legs, his back pressed against your chest. he was stripped down to just his underwear and socks. minjae’s skin was flush against yours, a hue of red painted across his skin. his skin was damp with sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead. he was close to reaching his third orgasm.

minjae thought it was an amazing idea to talk negatively about himself in front of you.

“i look so fucking bad.” he said looking at the photo you posted of the two of you. a small pout on his lips, he tried to laugh it off when he saw the way you looked at him. you found nothing funny—now he was in his current position.

“look how pretty my baby is. i can’t believe this cock is mine.” your voice was like silk minjae. your talking, combined with steady stroking of minjae’s dick drew a loud moan from him. his mouth was open and his hands gripped your thighs. his dick was so sensitive from his previous orgasms, but he was so green for you.

minjae’s moans were so pretty and you couldn’t deny how turned on you were getting watching your boyfriend. his overstimulated state was something you always enjoyed seeing. the way his brain completely turned off, he didn’t care how loud he moaned when you made him this way.

your stroking slowed down and your grip tightened. minjae let out a series of whimpers.

“please i wanna cum for you, i’ll be so good.” his voice cracked and his breath hitched.

“i don’t know baby, don’t know if you learned yet.” you teased your boyfriend, faux hurt in your voice with a fake pout on your lips.

“i did! i swear…” minjae’s hips bucked up into your fist, trying to progress his orgasm. your hand left his cock and you tsked at him, shaking your head.

“i don’t think you did, baby.” you said, continuing to shake your head. “but that’s okay, i think i know how to fix that.”

you slid from behind minaje, his back was esposed and he felt cold without you there. he looked over his shoulder to where you were and saw you grabbing your phone from the nightstand. his eyebrows arched in confusion, his chest still heavily rising and falling.

you got back behind minjae and kissed the back of his head. your hands caressed chest before you brought your attention back to his cock. minjae’s attention was only on you, picking up the smallest details—the way your hands feel, the way you smell, the way you kissed him.

you started your pace steady again, wanting to build up his orgasm a little slower. you placed light, open mouthed kisses in minjae’s neck. he shivered between your legs and brought his bottom lip between your lips.

“so pretty.” you lay another kiss on his neck. “looking so fucked out, just for me.” minjae’s eyes turned glossy at your words, overly sensitive to everything you were giving him. your unoccupied hand grabbed at your side, and opened your phone camera.

the pace of your stroking slightly sped up, your boyfriend writhing against you—you knew he was close. you lifted your arm, pointing the camera at the sight of your boyfriend. minjae opened his mouth, in attempt to make sense of what was going on.

“gonna make you cum on camera, show you how beautiful you are, yeah?” you said. the confusion left minjae’s face as he heard you speak. it turned him on knowing you’d have a video of him cumming in your phone, the thought bringing him closer.

“i think i’m gonna cum, y/n. please, make me cum.” his voice was cracking, absolutely ruined from all the noise he was making. you only went faster.

“sweetheart, look at yourself. so precious.” minjae followed your orders, looking at himself in the recording camera. his breath hitched at the sight of himself. he looked so needy, desperate, so hot. he felt like a slut, being so vulnerable with you, it felt so good. your thumb circled the tip of his head and, he let out a high whine. his head was throw back, laying on your shoulder. you bent your neck down to kiss minjae on his lips, and he happily reciprocated, sighing into the kiss.

minjae’s arm reached up to wrap around your neck, grounding himself in your touch.

“you’re so close hm?” you aksed, knowing the answer. minjae let out a groan as an answer, not satisfactory enough for you. your actions slowed, before he verbally answered.

“yes! i need to cum. can i please?” he asked, his glossy eyes had finally spilled over and tears began falling from his eyes.

you sped up your hands on minjae, bringing the camera to his face.

“mmm, i love when you cry. so cute, baby.” you said kissing his tears. your hand moving faster around his cock. minjae knew he wouldn’t last long, but it felt like his pleas weren’t being heard.

“go ahead and cum for me, minjae.” you whispered, lips placing a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. a pattern of moans and whimpers were falling from minjae’s lips. his eyes had been screwed shut, ‘thank yous’ being carelessly thrown out of his mouth. his cum shot out over your hand, some landing on his stomach and chest. your hand continued to pump minjae, overstimulating him still. his smaller frame trembled, laying lax against yours.

you got one last shot of you kissing minjae on his cheek. “you did so good for me.” falling upon his ears, a smile forming on his face as he looked into the camera.

you stopped recording and immediately began tending to your boyfriend. cleaning him, and changing the bedding as he watched you with a shy smile on his face. you redressed him and he snuggled into you.

“thank you, y/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve you.” minjae quietly said, burying his face into your side.

“i could say the same thing about you, sweetheart. i love you so much.” you assured minjae, rubbing his head.

“i love you more.”

WHO CHEERED? I CHEERED! WHO CHERERED??? YOU CHEERED! darknesscreepin is BACK with another banger guys and i’m really fw this one. i haven’t proofread it and idk if i will be but i fw it, hopefully y’all do too! umm idk when this is gonna be posted. probs thanksgiving if i remember cause we gotta feast🙏🏾😹honestly i don’t fw this day but i fw the food and that’s all i’m gonna say! OH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ORIGINALLY FOR jinsik or junmin but minjae is just my little guy and he’s always so pouty. junmin fic might be next there’s just so many ideas i have for him especially cause he gets so embarrassed and shy easily like omg he makes this too easy. idk if it’s obvious but i’m feeling xikers too much rn when there’s an unfinished intak fic in my drafts collecting dust ouuu…

[astrasng]

we need a bf!xikers series (both sfw and nsfw included) you're just THAT good yk 🤭

a/n: you ask, I shall receive~ also, I would like to let people know that I'm most probably will not write nsfw version about junghoon. also, as I mentioned before, for 05liners the nsfw vers is going to be rather soft and nothing hardcore♡ and ty for the kind words 🥺

thinking about..

bf!minjae who can't resist tucking a piece of hair behind your ears when you are talking to him, making you blush immediately under his intense gaze.

bf!minjae who leaves letters to you whenever you're left alone in his room in the mornings, a smile creeping up on your face when you see his little i'll be home before you know it~ message with double hearts decorating the sides.

bf!minjae who constantly takes you out on dates, even when he has tons of work to do, he finds time for you. always.

bf!minjae who rubs your tummy under your shirt when he's lying next to you, his attention fully on the movie you picked out.

bf!minjae who calls you up in the middle of the day, asking your whereabouts and what you are up to, only so he can send you money when he hears you're out with friends or shopping.

bf!minjae who would take you to work every day if he could so you wouldn't be separated.

bf!minjae who can't help but be clingy when you pay more attention to one of his member, even risking being lovesick in front of the babies.

NSFW

bf!minjae is the type who pulls you in between his legs, kissing up your stomach under your shirt just so he can hear how much you need him.

bf!minjae is the type to call you gorgeous when you give him head, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he looks down on you and gathers your hair in his hand, murmuring fuck, gorgeous. do you know what you do to me? while shoving you further down his cock.

bf!minaje's favorite position is when he's fucking you against a wall. these days he only works out so he can lift you up with ease and bury himself into you.

bf!minjae who is undeniably a thighs man. he can't help but enjoy the sound of slapping one of your thighs, his handprint all over the delicate skin, jiggling when he's wrapping it around his waist.

bf!minjae who is obsessed with when you mark and scratch his back as he's bullying his cock into you, groaning against your ear at the sensation and the next morning when he sees the masterpiece you did.

bf!minjae who does the same to you. leaving red and purple splotches on you neck and breasts, kissing them the next day because it makes him hard just even looking at it.

bf!minjae is the type to pull his phone out while fucking you, breathing out darling, you look so beautiful enjoying my cock, you don't mind it, right? while wearing a hazy smile.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

i'll be posting jinsik's hard version in a different post than the og:)

tysm for reading!♡

[hannybun]

wait I'm feeling a bit better..... how about cockwarming w bf!xikers 😮‍💨

🎀 anon (the whorest ? of whores for xikers 🫦)

(Glad your feeling better 😭)

Xikers(ot10) and cockwarming headcanons

Genre: (18+) MDNI

Warnings: Cockwarming, mentions of sex, and the mention of public sex

Minjae, Sumin, Junghoon, and Seeun- cockwarming with them is something that they’ll do to keep you occupied as they focus on his work/game. Don’t even think about moving your hips to distract them, they’ll punish you real quick

Junmin, Jinsik, and Hunter- really love the concept of cockwarming. They do at anytime during the day, such as; watching a movie, in a public place, or even when you’re feeling needy but too tired to have sex. It’s being so close and intimate with you that feels so comforting

Hyunwoo, Yujun, and Yechan- The concept of cockwarming is practically nonexistent to them. They’re way too impatient to stay still, knowing that they’ll fuck you by end of the session, so what’s the point. They’ll try their best to control themselves for you though

[97linelover]

It’s always been you - Kim Mingyu

They had always been little rivals, secretly liking each other much more than they would ever admit – they just didn’t realize it yet.

From this, love would bloom.

content: non Idol Mingyu x non Idol reader, fight,angst, happy end,fluff,smut, drama, romcom, enemies to lovers, childhood rivals

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: I love the concept from enemies to lovers.

You had always loved the summer – when the weather was perfect, and you could visit the beach, hang out at the ice cream parlour, or lose yourself in a new book by the pool. Summer in Busan was incredible, and growing up there was the best.

But there was one part of your childhood that you didn’t miss.

Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu was the neighbor’s son, and since our moms were best friends, we practically grew up together. Whenever our moms had their coffee dates, we’d be dragged along to play, which usually meant Mingyu teasing and annoying me endlessly.

At first, we got along well enough. But everything changed when we started school, and Mingyu met Jungkook.

Jungkook had been your first crush, and Mingyu knew it because he overheard a conversation between you and your best friend. From that moment on, Mingyu made it his mission to embarrass you. He told Jungkook that you still wet the bed sometimes, and after that, Jungkook wanted nothing to do with you.

Every day, you’d greet Jungkook sweetly, but over time, you gave up.

The three of you grew apart, and whenever your mom asked if you wanted to join their get-togethers, you found an excuse to avoid them.

When you moved to Seoul, you rarely heard about Jungkook or Mingyu anymore. You still followed each other on social media, but that was about it.

Now, as you sat on the train heading back to Busan, you realized you’d be seeing them again. Your mom was turning 50, and you couldn’t miss the party. Mingyu’s mom, Minjae, was hosting the event.

It was a surprise for your mom – she had no idea you’d be there.

When you knocked on the door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other under the scorching sun, Minjae opened it with a gasp. “Y/N! You look like you’re about to pass out. Come in, come in!” She hurriedly took your suitcase. “Where’s my son? Did you walk all the way here?”

You nodded while taking a sip of the water she handed you. “I waited for Mingyu, but he didn’t show up.”

Before you could explain further, the door swung open, and Mingyu walked in, clearly annoyed. “Mom, I waited for an hour. Y/N didn’t show up.”

“I didn’t show up?” You glared at him. “You idiot, you left me waiting in the heat!”

Mingyu scoffed. “My mom told me to pick you up from the South station.”

“South? I was waiting at the West station!” You shot back, incredulous.

Minjae gasped. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry! I must’ve mixed up the stations. That’s completely my fault.”

You sighed, laughing it off. “It happens. I’ll just get changed and head to the pool.”

As you picked up your suitcase, Minjae added, “By the way, you’ll have to share a room with Mingyu. His sister’s room had a pipe leak, so it’s unusable.”

You groaned internally but forced a smile. “That’s fine, we’ve shared a room before.”

In reality, it was far from fine. You’d rather sleep outside than share a room with him. But what choice did you have?

As you unpacked your things, Mingyu casually strolled in, acting as if nothing had changed between you two. “So, still mad about the station mix-up?” he asked with a grin.

You shot him a look. “Let’s just say you owe me a lot of ice cream.”

Mingyu chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Deal. But don’t think I’ll let you off easy. You still owe me for all those times you ditched us back in high school.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.

At your mom’s birthday party, the tension only grew.

You wore a beautiful dress, one that hugged you in all the right places and shimmered softly under the evening lights. You felt confident, graceful even, as you moved through the crowd of guests. It was a special night, after all – your mother’s 50th.

Mingyu was there too, looking unexpectedly sharp in a fitted suit. He was talking with some family friends, laughing along with the group, but every now and then, his gaze drifted toward you. He tried to act like he didn’t notice, but the way his eyes lingered whenever you passed by made it clear – he thought you looked beautiful.

And you had noticed him too, though you’d never admit it. He’d grown into someone strikingly handsome, his presence more confident than before, but there was still something about him that annoyed you.

The party went on, with laughter and music filling the night air. Every now and then, Mingyu would find a reason to talk to you. He’d make small talk, ask if you needed anything, or simply stand next to you when there was no one else around. It was subtle, but enough for you to realize that avoiding him wasn’t working as well as you’d hoped.

Later in the evening, as the celebrations began to wind down, you found yourself sitting outside on the terrace, taking a break from the noise inside. Mingyu joined you a few moments later, holding two glasses of wine.

“Here,” he said, handing you one. “Thought you might need this after the long day.”

You accepted it with a small nod, unsure of what to say. The silence between you was thick, and for a moment, it seemed like neither of you would break it. Then, his voice cut through the quiet.

“You look… really nice tonight,” Mingyu admitted, his voice softer than usual, eyes focused on the stars above.

You glanced at him, caught off guard by his honesty. “Thanks,” you replied, your heart unexpectedly skipping a beat.

Before you could say more, your mom’s laughter echoed from the doorway, followed by Mingyu’s mom, Minjae. They were standing together, arms linked, watching the two of you from afar.

“Oh, look at them,” your mom said playfully, nudging Minjae. “I swear, those two are secretly in love with each other.”

Minjae giggled in agreement. “I’ve always thought so too. They just need to realize it themselves.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you noticed Mingyu shift awkwardly beside you, pretending not to hear their teasing. You both exchanged an uncomfortable glance, but neither of you said a word.

Maybe your moms were right. Or maybe they were just caught up in their own hopes and memories of your childhood. Either way, the idea lingered in the air between you, impossible to ignore.

The evening was in full swing, with soft music playing in the background and the sound of laughter filling the room. You tried to keep your attention elsewhere, but it was impossible to ignore Mingyu – especially when you saw him flirting with a stunning blonde across the room.

She laughed at something he said, leaning in a little closer, and you felt a sharp pang of jealousy rise in your chest. You hated the feeling. Why did it bother you so much?

As if sensing your gaze, Mingyu glanced in your direction, catching your eye for a split second. Panic surged through you, and before he could see the frustration written all over your face, you quickly made your way upstairs, needing a moment to breathe.

Once in your room, you leaned against the door, your heart racing. You hated how easily he could get under your skin. Just when you thought you had your emotions in check, there he was, messing it all up again.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, followed by the sound of it creaking open. “Y/N?” Mingyu’s voice cut through the silence, his steps soft as he entered the room.

You didn’t turn to face him, not trusting yourself to stay calm. “What do you want, Mingyu?”

He sighed, walking closer until he was standing just a few feet away. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting strange all night.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms in an attempt to shut him out.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he persisted, his tone stubborn. “You ran off the moment I looked at you.”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I just needed some air. That’s all.”

Mingyu wasn’t buying it. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure it doesn’t have something to do with the blonde downstairs?”

You froze, your heart thudding in your chest. “I don’t care who you flirt with, Mingyu.”

He smirked, clearly not believing you. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” you snapped, but your voice betrayed you, a hint of frustration slipping through.

Mingyu’s smirk only grew wider as he took another step forward. The air between you felt charged, heavy with tension neither of you could ignore. Before you could process what was happening, he leaned in, his face inches from yours.

“You are,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “And I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

Your heart raced as the scent of him filled your senses, the tension pulling you closer despite your better judgment. “So have you,” you replied, barely above a whisper, your body betraying you as you found yourself leaning in.

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, and any hesitation you’d felt evaporated in an instant. The kiss was electric, years of unspoken emotions pouring out all at once. Mingyu’s hands found your waist, pulling you against him as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Before you knew it, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed as your lips never left his. The room spun slightly, a combination of the alcohol and the heat between you, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except him in that moment.

He laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours as he kissed you deeper, his touch igniting every nerve in your body. You knew this was reckless, fueled by too many drinks and years of suppressed feelings, but you couldn’t stop. Neither could he.

The night blurred around you as you gave in to the moment, to the desire that had been building between you for so long.

The next morning, you woke up with the sunlight streaming in, blinking away sleep as you glanced around the room. Your heart dropped when you spotted Mingyu lying naked beside you, the sheets barely covering him. Panic surged through you, and you quickly bolted from the bed, rushing into the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over you. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, trying to forget everything that had happened the night before. The warmth enveloped you, but it couldn’t erase the memory of your impulsive decision.

After what felt like ages, you finally stepped out, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself tightly. Taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, you opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the room.

Mingyu was awake, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at you, a playful grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of you. The only thing covering his lower body was the blanket, but that didn’t make it any less distracting.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said, his voice teasing but warm.

You tried to maintain your composure, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Don’t… don’t look at me like that,” you stammered, feeling flustered.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Why not? You’re the one who made things interesting last night.”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Interesting? You mean reckless!”

He leaned back against the headboard, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’d say it was a lot of fun. But I guess you don’t remember all of it?”

Your stomach flipped at the implication. “I remember enough,” you replied defensively, crossing your arms.

Mingyu’s expression softened slightly. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re both adults here. It doesn’t have to change anything… unless you want it to.”

You hesitated, your mind racing. What did you want? The night had been exhilarating, but it also complicated everything. “I just need some time to think,” you said finally.

“Fair enough,” he replied, his grin fading a bit. “But just know, I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, he turned back to his phone, and you felt the weight of the moment hang in the air. You needed to sort through your feelings and decide what this all meant, but for now, all you could do was breathe and try to regain your composure.

Later that evening, as you sat on the terrace, Mingyu finally found you. He leaned against the railing, his expression serious yet relaxed. “Y/N,” he began, “I’ve been thinking about last night.”

You tensed, your heart pounding. “What about it?”

He took a deep breath. “I thought it was… nice. Maybe we could make it a thing? Like a friends-with-benefits situation.”

Your stomach fluttered at his suggestion. It was reckless, but the thrill of it tempted you. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, trying to mask your curiosity.

Mingyu smirked. “Why not? We both know there’s chemistry between us. No strings attached, just fun.”

You weighed the options, knowing it could complicate things further. But the excitement of being close to him again was hard to resist. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

His grin returned, a mix of relief and mischief. “Great. Let’s keep it casual.”

That night, you found yourselves tangled together once more, the boundaries of friendship blurred in the heat of the moment. The chemistry was undeniable, and as you lost yourselves in each other, you realized this new arrangement might just lead to more than either of you had anticipated.

Thinking about him even when you weren’t together, feeling a connection that went beyond physical attraction.

One fateful night, however, everything changed. You returned to his room unexpectedly and walked in on Mingyu in bed with the blonde from the party. The sight hit you like a punch to the gut, and tears instantly welled in your eyes. You felt as if the ground had vanished beneath you.

Panicking, you turned and bolted downstairs, your heart racing and emotions spiraling. Mingyu called out after you, his voice echoing in the quiet house, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t face him.

When you reached the living room, you spun around, breathless and trembling. Mingyu followed, completely naked, the shock on his face shifting to concern. “Y/N, wait!” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice.

As the tension in the room thickened, your emotions spilled over. “Just go back to her, Mingyu!” you shouted, your voice shaking with hurt.

He stepped closer, confusion mingling with defensiveness. “What are you talking about? It was just a bit of fun!”

“Fun? You think this is all just a game?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I thought we had something more!”

He crossed his arms, his expression hardening. “We agreed it was casual, Y/N. You knew that.”

“Casual?” you repeated, disbelief washing over you. “So I was just a fling? Just someone to pass the time?”

“Honestly, yeah,” he said, his words cutting like a knife. “It was nothing special.”

You felt your heart drop at his admission. “So, I mean nothing to you?” Tears stung your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his coldness.

“Don’t make this complicated,” he shot back, frustration evident in his voice. “You knew what this was. I never promised you anything.”

“Clearly,” you replied bitterly. “I thought we could be more than just a hookup. I thought you cared!”

“I didn’t owe you anything,” he said, shaking his head dismissively. “It was just supposed to be fun for both of us.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you. “So I’m just another girl to you? Nothing special at all?”

“Exactly,” he replied, his tone blunt. “That’s how it is.”

In that moment, you felt the reality of your situation crash down around you. You turned away, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t believe this. I deserve more than that.” With that, you grabbed your things and stormed out, the anger and heartbreak coursing through you as you realized you had to leave this behind.

You decided not to tell anyone about what happened with Mingyu. The pain was too fresh, and you weren’t ready to share it. Instead, you focused on avoiding him as much as possible. Whenever your friends planned gatherings, you found excuses to skip out.

But then came the Thanksgiving parade, a local tradition you couldn’t ignore. The streets were filled with laughter, floats, and colorful decorations, but you felt a heaviness in your heart as you walked among the crowds.

As you turned a corner, you unexpectedly ran into Mingyu. The moment your eyes met, a wave of tension washed over you. You quickly looked away, ignoring him completely. He stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression a mix of regret and frustration.

“Y/N,” he called out, taking a step toward you. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t respond, your heart racing as you turned and walked away. You could feel him following, his footsteps echoing behind you.

“Please, just wait!” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice. “I know I messed up. Just give me a chance to explain!”

But you didn’t want to hear it. The memories of that night flooded back, and you quickened your pace, weaving through the crowd. You needed to escape the reminders of everything that had gone wrong between you two.

“Y/N!” he shouted, his voice rising above the noise of the parade. “Don’t just run away from this!”

You felt a mix of anger and hurt, but you didn’t stop. The last thing you wanted was to relive the pain. You pushed through the throngs of people, determined to put as much distance between you and Mingyu as possible.

In that moment, you knew you were doing what you needed to protect yourself, even if it meant facing the day alone.

Mingyu and his sister Minseo arrived with their mom for a visit, and the atmosphere was lively. You greeted them politely, trying to mask your feelings as you engaged in conversation. Minseo was friendly and easy to talk to, and you found yourself chatting with her more than you expected.

As the evening went on, you noticed Mingyu watching you from a distance, a mix of concern and uncertainty in his eyes. Eventually, he approached, attempting to break the tension.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “How have you been?”

You felt your stomach twist. “I’ve been… okay,” you replied, keeping your tone brief.

He frowned slightly, sensing something was off. “Are you sure? You don’t look well.”

You didn’t want to get into it, so you shrugged. “I just haven’t been feeling great lately. I think I need to rest.”

Before he could respond, you excused yourself, feeling the weight of his gaze on your back as you headed upstairs. Once in your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. The last thing you wanted was to confront the feelings swirling inside you, especially with Mingyu so close. You needed some time to gather your thoughts.

You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to push aside the emotions that had been bubbling up since Mingyu’s arrival. The walls of your room felt both comforting and suffocating, a stark contrast to the laughter and chatter you had left behind.

After a few minutes of silence, you lay down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Your mind raced with thoughts of Mingyu, the unresolved tension between you two, and the feelings you had tried to bury. Just as you were beginning to calm down, you heard a light knock on the door.

“Y/N?” It was Mingyu’s voice, gentle and tentative. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, not wanting to face him just yet, but something in his tone made you nod. “Yeah, sure.”

He opened the door slowly, stepping inside with an uncertain look. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward earlier. I just wanted to check on you.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, sitting up and forcing a smile. “I just needed a moment.”

He studied your face, concern etched across his features. “You really don’t look fine. Is there anything I can do?”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You felt a flicker of the connection you once had, but you quickly reminded yourself of everything that had happened. “Honestly, I just need some space.”

Mingyu nodded, looking disappointed but understanding. “Okay. I just… I care about you, you know?”

Those words hit hard, stirring emotions you thought you had under control. You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I know. But things are complicated.”

“I get that,” he said softly. “But I want to fix this, Y/N. Can’t we at least talk about it?”

You sighed, feeling torn. Part of you wanted to open up, but another part was terrified of where that conversation might lead. “Maybe another time,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Alright,” he replied, though you could see the disappointment in his eyes. “Just… take care of yourself, okay?”

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. You lay back on the bed, feeling the weight of everything settle heavily on your chest. You needed to sort through your feelings, but for now, all you could do was think about the choices ahead.

While helping your mom prepare for Thanksgiving dinner, you felt a knot of emotions building inside you. After a moment of hesitation, you finally said, “Mom, I think I might have deeper feelings for Mingyu.”

She looked up from chopping vegetables, her eyes brightening with interest. “Really? I’ve noticed how he looks at you. I think he feels the same way.”

You shook your head, brushing her off. “No, it’s not that simple. He’s with someone else, and I can’t just assume.”

“Just because he’s talking to someone doesn’t mean it’s over between you two,” she suggested. “You should talk to him about how you feel.”

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, signaling Mingyu and his family’s arrival. You quickly set aside your swirling thoughts, shifting your focus to being a good host.

As everyone gathered around the table, the atmosphere buzzed with warmth and laughter. Mingyu sat directly across from you, and you felt the weight of his gaze more than once. Despite the underlying tension, there was a spark of connection that neither of you could ignore.

During dinner, Mingyu’s mom casually brought up Leona, the blonde from the party. “Mingyu and Leona are getting to know each other more seriously,” she said with a bright smile. The mention of her name sent a pang of jealousy through you, and you could see Mingyu nodding, though his expression was hard to read.

Suddenly, you felt a lump form in your throat, and panic set in. Before you could process it, you started to cough, choking on a piece of food. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you.

“Y/N!” your mom exclaimed, rushing to your side. Mingyu was right behind her, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. He leaned closer, his presence both comforting and overwhelming.

You managed to cough up the food and take a deep breath, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over you. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied a little too quickly, trying to brush it off.

Everyone continued to look at you, concern etched on their faces. “Just a little too excited about the food, I guess,” you added, forcing a laugh, but the tension remained thick in the air.

Mingyu didn’t take his eyes off you, the worry still apparent. You could sense the underlying questions in his gaze, but you couldn’t bear to let him see how deeply his words about Leona affected you.

As the dinner continued, you tried to focus on the conversations around you, but the weight of the moment lingered in your chest. You felt torn between wanting to confront your feelings for Mingyu and the painful reality of his growing relationship with someone else.

That evening, as everyone mingled after dinner, you did your best to avoid Mingyu. You chatted with his sister and your mom, trying to distract yourself from the tension that hung in the air.

But then, as you retreated to your room for a moment of solitude, Mingyu quietly followed you inside. The door clicked shut behind him, and the moment felt charged.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve missed you. I’ve really missed this.” He stepped closer, the sincerity in his voice making your heart race.

Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you gently. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver through you, and for a fleeting moment, you melted into the kiss, feeling the connection you had tried to deny.

But then, as reality hit, thoughts of Leona flooded your mind. You pulled back, your breath quickening. “Mingyu, wait,” you said, your voice trembling. “What about Leona?”

His expression faltered, confusion clouding his features. “What about her? We’ve talked, but it’s not like that with her.”

“Not like what?” you pressed, trying to hold onto your resolve. “You’re getting to know her seriously. I can’t just pretend that doesn’t matter.”

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I thought we had something special, Y/N. I thought you felt it too.”

“I do,” you admitted, the honesty escaping before you could filter it. “But it’s complicated. I don’t want to be a rebound or a distraction.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes softening. “You’re not a distraction. I care about you. I thought maybe we could figure this out together.”

The conflicting emotions swirled inside you. You wanted to believe him, to step into the moment and embrace what you felt. But the thought of Leona lingered, casting a shadow over your heart.

“I need time,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t just jump back in without knowing where we stand.”

Mingyu nodded, understanding but clearly disappointed. “Okay. I’ll give you space. But know that I’m here, and I want to talk whenever you’re ready.”

With that, he stepped back, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the tension still heavy in the air. You sat on your bed, feeling the weight of the choices ahead.

You sat on your bed, the silence of the room settling around you. Mingyu’s words echoed in your mind, mixing with the confusion and uncertainty that had taken root in your heart.

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything. Part of you longed to run after him, to tell him that you felt the same way, but the reality of Leona’s presence kept you anchored in your doubts.

Later that night, you tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding you. Thoughts of Mingyu and his kiss played on repeat, but so did the image of him with Leona, laughing and sharing intimate moments. You felt trapped between desire and self-preservation.

Eventually, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to distract yourself with a late-night snack. As you rummaged through the pantry, you heard footsteps behind you. It was Minseo, looking for a late-night treat as well.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, her tone light.

You shrugged, forcing a smile. “Just thinking.”

“About Mingyu?” she probed, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

You hesitated but decided to be honest. “Yeah, it’s just complicated. I’m not sure where we stand.”

Minseo nodded, leaning against the counter. “I know he cares about you. He’s been a bit different since the party. You two have a connection.”

“I thought so too,” you said, feeling the weight of your uncertainty. “But then there’s Leona. I don’t want to get caught in a messy situation.”

She considered this for a moment. “You have to do what feels right for you. But if you want to pursue something with him, don’t let someone else’s presence stop you. Talk to him.”

Her words struck a chord within you. You knew deep down that avoiding the situation wouldn’t help. You needed clarity, and the only way to get it was to confront your feelings head-on.

The next morning, you resolved to find Mingyu and have that conversation. After breakfast, you sought him out, finding him outside, leaning against the porch railing, lost in thought.

“Mingyu,” you called, your heart pounding as he turned to face you.

“Hey,” he said, his expression cautious but hopeful.

“I think we need to talk,” you said, feeling a surge of determination. “Can we sit down?”

He nodded, and you both settled on a nearby bench. The air was thick with anticipation as you searched for the right words.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” you began. “About what happened the other night and what I really want.”

Mingyu listened intently, his eyes focused on you. “I want to hear it all.”

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, but I also need to know what you want. I don’t want to be just a fling.”

He leaned in closer, his expression earnest. “You’re not a fling to me. I want to explore this—whatever ‘this’ is—together. But I need you to be honest with me too.”

“I am,” you replied, your heart racing. “I just need to know if you’re willing to put in the effort, especially with Leona around.”

Mingyu nodded, determination in his voice. “I’ll figure it out. I want to prioritize what we have.”

In that moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within you. It was a small step, but it felt like the beginning of something real. The road ahead was still uncertain, but at least now you were both willing to navigate it together.

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “I want to explore this too, Mingyu. But I need reassurance that you’re committed to making it work.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I promise you, I’ll figure things out with Leona. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

A wave of emotion surged through you. “It’s just hard seeing you with her, knowing you’re getting to know her better. I want to feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” he insisted, reaching for your hand. “You’re not just another girl to me. You’re someone I really care about.”

His touch sent a warmth through you, grounding you in the moment. “I guess I just need some time to process everything.”

“Take all the time you need,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “Just know I’m here when you’re ready.”

After a moment of silence, you both exchanged smiles, the tension easing between you. The conversation had lifted a weight off your shoulders, and you felt a flicker of hope for what could be.

As the days passed, you and Mingyu began to reconnect. You spent more time together, laughing and sharing stories, gradually rebuilding the bond that had felt strained. Each moment together reminded you of why you cared for him in the first place.

One evening, while watching the sunset, Mingyu turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. “You know, I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

A shy smile crept onto your face. “Really? It feels nice to hear that.”

“I mean it,” he said, his voice sincere. “You’ve always been special to me. I want to make this work, no matter what.”

You felt your heart flutter. “I want that too, Mingyu. But I still need to know you’re serious about it.”

“I am,” he said, leaning closer. “Let’s take this one step at a time. No rush. Just you and me figuring things out.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow around you, you leaned in and kissed him gently. It felt right, the world around you fading away as you focused on the connection you both shared. In that moment, you knew you were ready to embrace whatever came next, together.

One afternoon, as you were sitting on a park bench, you couldn’t help but voice your concerns. “Mingyu, do you think you’ve really moved on from Leona?”

He paused, looking thoughtful. “I’ve talked to her, and I made it clear that I’m not interested in pursuing anything serious.”

Your heart raced at his honesty. “What did she say?”

“She understood. I think she felt the same way, but it was hard for both of us to admit. It just… wasn’t what I want,” he replied, meeting your gaze.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering apprehension. “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Neither do I,” he said, reaching for your hand. “That’s why I’m here. I want to make this work.”

As you walked hand in hand, a sense of calm washed over you. With every step, it felt as if the past was slowly fading away, making room for something new and hopeful.

Then, one evening, Mingyu surprised you with a picnic under the stars. He laid out a blanket in a quiet spot, complete with your favorite snacks and drinks. The atmosphere was magical, the moonlight dancing on the surface of the lake nearby.

“This is perfect,” you said, smiling as you settled down on the blanket.

Mingyu grinned. “I wanted to do something special for us. I know it hasn’t been easy, and I just want you to know how much you mean to me.”

You felt your heart swell. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

As the night went on, you shared stories and dreams, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Eventually, the topic shifted to relationships, and you both found yourselves discussing your pasts, your fears, and your hopes for the future.

“I never thought I’d feel this way again,” Mingyu admitted, looking at you with earnest eyes. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “I feel the same way. I didn’t expect to care so much, but here we are.”

He moved a little closer, his gaze locked on yours. “I want to be more than just friends. I want us to be something real.”

Your heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. In that moment, everything felt right. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you wrapped in the warmth of your connection.

When you finally pulled back, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. “I want that too, Mingyu.”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m all in."

As the night deepened, you both sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the night surrounding you. Suddenly, Mingyu turned to you, his expression serious.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Your heart raced, sensing the weight of his words. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve loved you for a long time. Ever since we were kids. I just didn’t realize it until recently.”

You blinked, processing his confession. “You loved me? Even back then?”

He nodded, a soft smile appearing on his face. “Yeah. I remember those summers in Busan, all those moments we spent together. You’ve always meant something special to me, even when I was too young to understand it fully.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you reflected on those memories, the playful rivalry, and the undeniable connection. “I never knew. I thought it was just childish feelings.”

“It was more than that,” he insisted. “You were always the one I felt drawn to, and it’s only grown stronger over the years.”

You felt a mix of emotions—joy, disbelief, and vulnerability. “Mingyu, I never knew you felt that way. I thought I was just another friend.”

He shook his head. “You were never just a friend to me. I’ve tried to push those feelings aside, but seeing you again made me realize how much I want you in my life.”

Moved by his honesty, you reached for his hand. “I’ve developed feelings for you too, but it’s hard to shake off the past.”

“I understand,” he replied softly. “But I want to be with you. I want to explore this, no matter how complicated it gets. I’m willing to fight for us.”

Tears welled in your eyes as his words sank in. The weight of your shared history, combined with this new revelation, felt overwhelming. “I want that too, Mingyu.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand gently. “I’ve always been here for you, and I always will be.”

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet of the night, you felt a shift within yourself. The barriers you’d built began to crumble, making way for the love that had always lingered just beneath the surface. You knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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In the middle of the chaos

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uEl05xj by MrsKeysen Jongho y Mingi tratan de sobrevivir en el apocalipsis, mientras que en el camino se cruzan a malas personas y come personas. Cuando un pequeño grupo se topa con ellos, las cosas para Mingi se ponen difíciles y tendrá que tomar una decisión. Irse o quedarse junto al amor de su vida y la pequeña niña que es como su hija. Words: 20580, Chapters: 1/2, Language: Español Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kim Minjae (xikers), Seo Soojin, Ning Yizhuo | Ningning Relationships: Choi Jongho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung & Kang Yeosang, Kim Hongjoong & Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Princess Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Bottom Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Top Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uEl05xj

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THERE FOR YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ idol!reader x idol!minjae

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff, slight angst

Warnings ◊ talk about a form of anorexia and burning out 

Word count ◊ 2,7k 

Summary ◊ Your group was having a comeback in a few weeks, and you were beyond stressed. Adding to your stress, your boyfriend Minjae was in the middle of the promotions for Xikers’ new album. You always made your relationship work, but not this time. You were under so much pressure that you passed out during practice. 

a/n ◊ Just something that was in the back of my head. Hope you enjoy!

You sat on your bed, your laptop propped open, and your face illuminated by the soft glow of he screen. Your group’s comeback was just a few weeks away, and the pressure was mounting. You glanced at the clock: 11:47 pm. You were waiting for Minjae to call. He had promised to video call you after finishing his practice. You had been crazy busy lately, juggling your schedules and trying to maintain your relationship in secret. 

The screen lit up with an incoming call. You quickly accepted, and Minjae’s tired but smiley face appeared. He looked exhausted, his hair damp with water, and you felt a pang of guilt for adding to his stress, a feeling that was becoming all too familiar. 

‘’Hey,’’ he said, managing a small smile. 

‘’Hey,’’ you replied, trying to sound cheerful despite being tired. ‘’How was rehearsal?’’ 

‘’Exhausting,’’ he sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘’We keep going over the same parts over and over again. I think we’re all at our breaking point.’’ 

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. ‘’I get it. We had to redo our entire choreography three times today; I feel like my brain’s gonna explode. Nothing’s ever perfect enough.’’ 

Minjae leaned back, his frustration evident. ‘’I don’t know why they keep pushing us so hard. It’s not like we’re machines.’’ 

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. ‘’Well, maybe if you weren’t always so hard on yourself, it maybe wouldn’t feel that way.’’ 

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow rising. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ 

‘’Just that you push yourself too hard sometimes,’’ you explained, your voice softening. ‘’You don’t have to be perfect all the time.’’ 

‘’And you’re the one talking,’’ he scoffed coldly. ‘’You know I have to be though. You don’t understand half of the pressure I’m under.’’ 

You felt your frustration rising. ‘’Don’t act like you’re the only one under pressure. I’m dealing with my own stress too, Minjae.’’ 

He scoffed again, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’Yeah, but at least your group already made their marks. You’re not getting compared to every other rookie group out there.’’ 

His words hurt you a little. Yes, your group debuted three years ago, but that did not mean you were not compared to every other group out there. Your eyes flashed with anger. ‘’And you think it's easy for me? We're constantly being criticized for our looks, our voices, everything. Don't belittle my struggles.’’

He sighed and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. ‘’I'm not belittling you. I just...I don't know, y/n. Everything's piling up, and I don't know how to deal with it.’’

You felt a lump in your throat. ‘’It kinda feels like we're just taking our frustrations out on each other right now.’’ 

"Maybe we are,’’ Minjae admitted, his voice low.’’Maybe it's too much to handle right now.’’ 

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You looked away quickly, trying to regain your composure. ‘’Look, it’s late. I should probably sleep. Long day tomorrow.’’ 

He nodded slowly, his face tense. ‘’That’s probably a good idea. Goodnight, y/n’’ 

‘’Goodnight.’’ 

The screen went dark as the call ended. You stared at your reflection on the black screen, feeling sadness and relief. You looked at the time; it was already late, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. You sighed heavily, rubbing your face with your hands. Your eyes were filled with tears, and you shook your head, hoping it would make them go away. 

Morning came fast, and you only slept an hour. It’s you who seem to be aligning at the moment. Your days had become a blur of rehearsals, no sleep, and barely any food. The pressure to look and perform perfectly weighed heavily on you. You skipped meals, surviving on water, an occasional piece of fruit, and vitamins, convinced you needed to stay as thin as possible. Today was no exception. The dance studio was filled with your comeback track blaring through the speakers. 

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time today, but still no message from Minjae. You knew he was busy, but it still made you sad. You felt alone. You threw your phone across the room, and it landed on the little couch in the corner of the studio. The choreography started again, and you were at the center; your movements were shared, but your face showed exhaustion. Your group members, Hana, Jiwoo, and Mina, exchanged worried glances as they watched you push through the choreography. 

‘’Y/n, you need to take a break,’’ Hana called out during a brief pause in the music. ‘’You’ve been going nonstop.’’ 

‘’I’m fine,’’ you insisted, your voice strained. ‘’Let’s just do it one more time.’’ 

Jiwoo, the leader of your group, stepped forward, concern etched on her face. ‘’You don’t look fine. You’re pale, and you look like you’re about to pass out.’’ 

‘’I’m just a bit tired,’’ you said, brushing off their worries. ‘’We need to be perfect.’’ 

Mina, the eldest, put a hand on your shoulder. ‘’You know, pushing yourself this hard isn’t gonna help. When was the last time you’ve had a proper meal or a proper night’s sleep.’’

You shook your head, your vision blurring slightly as you did. ‘’I can’t afford to gain weight before the comeback.’’

You stepped back into position, determined to get through the routine again. The music started again, and you threw yourself into the dance, your movement increasingly unsteady. As you reached the final chorus, you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, but you pushed through. The world around began to spin, the studio lights blurring into one another. Your breath came in short, labored gasps, and your limbs felt heavy. As you hit the final pose, your vision went black, and you fell onto the floor. 

‘’Y/n!’’ Hana screamed as she saw you collapsed to the floor. 

The music was cut off abruptly, and the member rushed to your side. You lay on the ground, unconscious and very pale. Mina frantically checked your pulse while Jiwoo classed for an ambulance. 

‘’She’s not waking up,’’ Mina said, her voice shaking. 

Jiwoo spoke urgently into her phone, explaining the situation to the emergency operator. Minutes felt like hours as they waited for the paramedics to arrive. Hana held your hand, tears streaming down her face. ‘’Please wake up. Please be okay.’’ 

When the paramedics arrived, they quickly assessed your condition. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted. They placed an oxygen mat over your face and prepared to lift you onto a stretcher. 

The members watched in helpless fear as you were carried away. They followed the ambulance in a different car, their hearts heavy with worry and guilt. They had seen the signs but couldn’t convince you to take better care of yourself. 

The girls were pacing back and forth in the waiting room as the doctors took you to run some tests. Hana was sitting in one of the metal chairs, her head in her hands, and Mina and JIwoo were walking back and forth. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as they anxiously waited for updates. 

‘’We should call Minjae,’’ Hana said, her voice trembling. ‘’He deserves to know what’s happening.’’ 

Mina shook her head, her eyes red from crying. ‘’He’s in the middle of a recording for a music show. We can’t disrupt him. ‘’

Jiwoo stopped and turned to face them. ‘’She’s his girlfriend. He needs to know. I don’t care if he’s recording.’’ 

‘’But what if it affects his performance?’’ Mina argued. ‘’He’s already under so much pressure.’’ 

Hana sighed, her frustration evident. ‘’This isn’t about his performance; this is about y/n. He should at least know what’s going on. Wouldn’t you like to know if something similar happened to Sunwoo?’’ 

Mina’s lips parted as she was going to answer, but the mention of her boyfriend made her stop. The argument continued, their voices rising in the silent room. Finally, Jiwoo raised her hands in surrender. ‘’Enough. I’m going to call him.’’ 

She retreated to a quiet corner of the waiting area, shaking her hands as she dialed Mine’s number. She took a deep breath as she heard the ringtone, praying he would pick up quickly. 

‘’Hello?’’ Minjae’s voice came through the phone, tired but surprised. Y/n’s member never called him unless it was something important. 

‘’Minjae, it’s Jiwoo,’’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘’It’s y/n, she’s… we’re in the hospital right now.’’ 

There was a brief pause before Mine’s tone changed to one of worry. ‘’What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt?’’ 

‘’She… she collapsed during practice,’’ Jiwoo explained, her voice strained as the tears threatened to come out. ‘’She’s been pushing herself way too hard. Not eating, not sleeping… We’re waiting for updates, but apparently, she is extremely dehydrated and exhausted.’’ 

His heart sank as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘’Oh my god…’’ he said, his voice breaking. ‘’I’m leaving right now.’’ 

‘’Minjae, you’re in the middle of recording,’’ Jiwoo said, her voice gentle but firm. ‘’Finish your performance first, please. We can’t have you run away like that.’’ 

He shook his head as if she could see him, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’I can’t just stay here while she’s in the hospital.’’ 

Jiwoo tried to reassure him. ‘’We’ll be here with her, and I’ll text you if we have any updates. Just come as soon as you can, okay?’’ 

He sighed heavily. ‘’Okay. If she wakes up, tell her I love her. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done. We only have two cuts left to shoot.’’ 

As soon as the call ended, his focus was shattered. His group members noticed his distress immediately. Sumin, one of his closest friends and fellow members, approached him. 

‘’Hyung, everything okay? What’s wrong?’’ He asked, concern evident in his voice. 

‘’It’s y/n,’’ he replied, his voice strained. ‘’She collapsed during practice today. She’s in the hospital.’’ 

Sumin’s lips parted in shock. ‘’Oh my god, is she okay?’’ 

He bit his lips, trying to prevent a tear from slipping away from his eyes. ‘’The girls are waiting for an update. I don’t know.’’ 

He gently patted Minjae’s shoulder as support. The recording session dragged on painfully, each second feeling like an hour to Minjae. He pushed through the performance, his mind elsewhere, and his movements mechanical. Xikers’ member did their best to support him, but the worry was also evident on their faces. 

As soon as the final cut was called, Minjae didn’t bother to change out of his stage outfit or anything. He exited the studio and hopped in a taxi, giving the hospital’s address. He did not even take his bag or phone; he was too worried to think about anything other than coming to the hospital to be there for you. 

He busted into the hospital, still in his stage outfit, makeup smudged from sweat and worry. He found your members in the waiting room, their faces lighting up with relief as they saw him. 

‘’Minjae!’’ Hana exclaimed, rushing to him. 

‘’How is she?’’ He said, panting. 

‘’They’re still running some tests. We don’t have any information.’’ Jiwoo said, trying to keep her calm, but her eyes were puffy and red. 

Minjae nodded. ‘’What happened?’’ 

Jiwoo sighed, guilt evident in her voice. ‘’She’s been pushing herself too hard, practicing too hard. We tried to get her to slow down, but she wouldn’t listen.’’ 

He clenched his fists, anger mixing with his worry. ‘’You should’ve told me. I should’ve been there for her.’’ 

Hana placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. ‘’We all missed the signs. We didn’t realize how bad it was until now.’’

‘’And we had that stupid fight yesterday,’’ he said, more to himself, his voice a mere whisper. He ran his hand on his face. ‘’I should’ve been more understanding.’’ The guilt gnawed at him.

A tall man walked towards them, his expression serious. ‘’Hello, I’m Dr. Yoon,’’ he said, his voice serious. ‘’You’re y/n’s relatives, correct?’’ They all nodded. They all felt their heart race as they prepared themselves for the news. ‘’She is suffering from severe exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition.’’ He explained. ‘’Her body has been pushed beyond its limits, but she is stable now and responding to treatment, so that’s good news. She’ll need a lot of rest, paper nutrition, and time to recover fully.’’ 

‘’Can we see her?’’ Minjae asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

‘’You, you can go in,’’ the doctor replied. ‘’She’s still sleeping, and letting her rest is important. You can one by one.’’ 

Minjae looked at your members, who nodded at him, saying he should go first. He nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and worry. He followed the doctors into your room, his heart racing as he saw you lying there, pale and fragile. He gently took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. 

He sat down beside her bed, his fingers slightly brushing your hair. Tears moistened his eyes, and he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He had been so caught up in his stress that he hadn’t seen the signs. He hadn’t been there for you when you needed him the most. 

‘’I’m so sorry, my love.’’ He whispered, his voice choked with emotion. ‘’I should have been there for you.’’ 

Ten minutes passed, and he watched you breathe, waiting for any sign that you were waking up. Finally, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around, disoriented. He quickly regained his composure. 

‘’Y/n.’’ He said softly, trying to form a smile somehow. ‘’Hey there, sleepyhead.’’ 

You blinked, your eyes focusing on him. ‘’Minjae? What happened?’’ 

‘’You collapsed during practice,’’ he explained gently, trying to keep his voice steady. ‘’You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. The doctors said you to rest.’’ 

‘’Oh my god,’’ you said, tears welling up in your eyes. ‘’Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.’’ 

He smiled, though his eyes glistened with tears, and shook his head. ‘’You sure scared me. But what’s important now is that you’re okay. And you better believe I’m going to make sure you take care of yourself from now on,’’ he leaned closer, kissing your forehead softly. ‘’You know, you don’t always have to be perfect. You’re already perfect to me, love.’’ 

You managed a small smile, your hand squeezing his. ‘’Thank you for being here.’’

‘’Where else would I be ?’’ He replied, his tone playful. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.’’ 

You glanced at him, eyes widening slightly. ‘’Why are you in your stage outfit?’’ 

He chuckled, brushing off her concern. ‘’Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on getting better.’’ 

‘'No, really,’’ you insisted. ‘’Tell me why.’’

He sighed, relenting. ‘’ I rushed here right after my recording. I didn't even change. I just had to make sure you were okay.’’

Your eyes softened, tears welling up again. ‘’I'm so sorry for making you worry. And we had that stupid fight yesterday…’’

Minjae shook his head, gently placing a hand on your head. "Shh, let's not think about that. What's important is that you're going to be okay. We'll talk about everything else later.’’ He smiled, looking at you. He gently scolded you, trying to keep the mood light. ‘’And no more skipping meals or staying up all night, okay? I want you to be healthy and happy. Understood?’’ 

‘’Yes, sir,’’ you slightly chuckled, your voice weak. ‘’I promise.’’ 

Minjae chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. ‘’Good. Because if you don't, I'll have to call you by all those embarrassing pet names you hate in front of everyone.’’

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. ‘’Alright, alright. No more pushing myself too hard.’’

"That's my girl," Minjae said, his heart swelling with love. He stayed by her side, holding your hand. For the rest of the day, he never left your side? He watched you as you slept, making sure you were comfortable and did not need anything, and when you woke up, he was there, ready with a smile and gentle words. He promised himself he would never leave your side and always be there for you from now on. 

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Min Noeul. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Seulgi - Red Velvet. ✦ Data de nascimento: 10/02/1994. ✦ Idade: 29 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Esperta, carinhosa e atenciosa. ✦ Defeitos: Irritável, emocional e desastrada. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Veterinária do Pegasus Wings. ✦ Twitter: @AM94MN ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Noeul é uma condômina bastante especial, sua presença é notável, não apenas pelo seu talento e sucesso nas áreas de veterinária e música, mas também pela sua personalidade cativante. É conhecida como uma pessoa inteligente e carinhosa, sempre disposta a ajudar seus vizinhos.

TW’s na bio: Morte.

Biografia:

A família Kim sempre teve pessoas de todos os tipos, e todos bem sucedidos: médicos, políticos, veterinários e até quem trabalhasse com a internet. Isso não era diferente no núcleo de Min Noeul. Nascida e criada em Seul, é filha de um produtor e uma diretora de um hospital veterinário. Entre todos da família, eles eram os mais diferentes em questão de criação e formação, já que os irmãos de Min Minjae, pai de Noeul, eram todos políticos ou grandes médicos e mesmo não sendo desse 'patamar', ele era um produtor muito bom e renomado.

Noeul sempre foi esperta e carinhosa mas também emocional e alguém que se irritava com a maior facilidade, mas não deixava de proteger seus amigos, primos e primas e seu pai, principalmente. Sua persistência sempre foi grande e, ainda bem, porque desse jeito ela conquistou tudo que ela quis. Aos 15 anos passou a ser assistente de veterinária e adestradores, ajudada pelo pai que apoiava o sonho e levava ela pra onde precisasse. Apesar disso, os estudos nunca ficaram de lado e Nonô gostaria de aprender sobre música algum dia. A relação com a mãe não era perfeita, não como era com o pai, a mãe não era tão apoiadora quanto ele, mas, ajudava quando se tinha necessidade.

Aos 17, no fim do ensino médio, se preparava pra faculdade. O fim do ensino médio chegou para Noeul e foi durante o período do término do ensino médio e começo de faculdade que o pai de Noeul faleceu, isso mexeu e acabou com ela de formas diferentes e ela passou a não ser doce como era antes, e sim, mais fechada e cada vez mais emocional. Os anos se passaram na faculdade. Mesmo com um bom reconhecimento na área, ainda não havia tido repouso para descansar. E foi em um de seus repousos do trabalho árduo que iniciou carreira de cantora independente, essa força veio de inspiração do pai. O lugar pro descanso perfeito seria em Acropolis Complex, que descobriu por sua prima na qual se conhecem desde que se conhecem por gente, porque ela morava neste complexo. Não demorou para preparar as malas e finalmente ir pra lá, não só como descanso, mas para ter fonte de criatividade do que está por vir tanto como cantora quanto veterinária. Tendo sua própria loja de produtos saudáveis caninos.

[hamsterclaw]

Persona

Hoseok's undercover, and his case is ramping up. The only problem is, you've somehow got embroiled in the thick of it.

A sequel to Last Man, can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader

Genre: Special Agent! Hoseok AU, smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, violence, mention of blood

Jung Hoseok, in his persona as Kim Minjae, doesn’t say much. He communicates with grunts and tilts of his head, sniffs and shrugs.

Thankfully, no one expects hired muscle to wax poetic. Seonghwa, the man who got him into this racket, glances over at him.

‘You dressed up for this?’ he snorts.

Hoseok looks down slowly at his torn shirt and jeans and his work boots. He shrugs and gives Seonghwa a dead-eyed look.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and drops it.

They get in the truck and drive to an industrial estate on the edge of town. Hoseok watches with interest at the setup already running.

Three other men have formed a line loading crates into the back of a van. Hoseok takes up position at the back of the line, closest to the pallet. The crates are heavier than he expected, stamped with serial numbers he tries to memorise.

Hoseok’s good with numbers, better than he is with words, anyway.

He’s loading the last of the crates when Seonghwa swears. ‘Fucking cops.’

They haven’t discussed this, but the first man jumps into the van and drives off.

‘Police! Stay where you are!’ shouts a familiar voice.

Hoseok tries to place it as he turns and runs. Seonghwa’s already a hundred yards ahead of him, as are the other two guys.

There’s heavy breathing behind him, footsteps. Hoseok’s tucked his arms, accelerating, when a breathless voice says, ‘Hobi?’

Hoseok comes to a dead stop, and you plow straight into him, knocking you both to the ground.

Hoseok pulls you into his arms to cushion your fall.

‘Goddamn it Hoseok,’ you hiss, on top of him, lips inches from his.

‘It’s Kim Minjae,’ Hoseok says, quickly.

He lets you cuff him and haul him to his feet for appearances.

Officer Jeon Jungkook stomps past, holding onto a cuffed Seonghwa. He does a double take when he sees Hoseok, but wisely, says nothing apart from, ‘You ok there, Y/N?’

‘I will be,’ you say darkly.

Hoseok lets you stuff him into your squad car, waits until you’ve started driving.

You pull over into a layby, kill the engine, and turn to him. ‘What’s the story, Hoseok?’

Your tone is brisk, you’re all business.

Hoseok sits back. ‘Can you come in the back and talk to me?’

You roll your eyes but slide into the backseat with him. There’s not much room, but at least he can see your face clearly now.

He lifts his cuffed wrists. ‘Can you uncuff me?’

‘No,’ you say. Your mouth is opening to say something else but Hoseok’s already leaned forward to kiss you.

Your lips clash with an intensity that makes you tremble. Hoseok can feel the adrenaline, starting to ebb after getting in the car with you, surge again, making his heartbeat accelerate, his senses sharpen.

You smell like the soap he still uses, and you taste like fucking heaven.

‘Uncuff me,’ Hoseok growls. His voice comes out lower, the way it always does when he’s close to you.

You’re leaning into him, one arm curled over his shoulder, the other on his chest.

‘No,’ you say, eyes bright.

Hoseok lunges forward and nips at the side of your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin, tongue flicking out to soothe over the faint mark he’s made.

His name spills from your lips in a moan.

Cuffed as he is, Hoseok’s physically incapable of pulling you into his lap and fucking you the way he desperately wants to, so he pulls away, leaning back against the seat.

He spreads his legs, trying to make room for his hardening cock. He watches the way your eyes drop to his crotch with smug satisfaction.

He catches your eyes on him, and he smirks.

‘If you want my cock, ask nicely,’ he says, unable and unwilling to hide the preening satisfaction in his tone.

Your eyes spark, and your lips thin into a line.

Unexpectedly, when you speak, your voice is soft, at odds with the way your eyes are flashing angrily at him.

‘I want your cock,’ you tell him. ‘I want you, Hobi.’

Your pretty hands go to the waistband of your regulation khakis, unbuttoning, unzipping. You slip your khakis down, and Hoseok has no idea if they’re on or off you completely because his gaze is transfixed by the underwear you have on.

Your panties are black, snug over your hips and ass, and completely see through.

You turn around, ass in his face. Hoseok says, hoarsely, ‘Stay like this.’

Obedient, you still completely.

Hoseok leans forward and catches the waistband of your panties between his teeth. Your panties slide off the curve of your ass so easily Hoseok’s taking it as a sign from the gods.

You reach behind you and tug your panties midway down your thighs.

Hoseok buries his face between your legs from behind, relishing the squeak you let out.

He opens his mouth and licks up your slit.

Your hand reaches out blindly behind you. ‘Hoseok,’ you moan.

Hoseok ignores you in favour of re-acquainting himself with your cunt. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, whilst he’s been undercover as Kim Minjae.

He licks again, another long stripe, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit, and he can feel you tremble again.

‘Uncuff me,’ he growls into your cunt.

He has no idea what your reply is over the blood rushing in his ears, over the way you’re moaning his name.

You’re wet, so wet. Hoseok buries his face between your legs and licks again, tongue slipping against your folds, wishing he was filling you with his fingers instead, his cock.

He groans against your cunt, and your legs shake. He licks up your arousal, grunting at the taste of you. God, he’s missed you.

Your skin is cool under his hot mouth.

To his delight, you’re grinding against his face now, breathless and soft, whining in that way you do when you’re close.

Hoseok bites the flesh of your ass, and you cry out. He does it again, and you’re panting now.

‘Hobi, Hobi, I’m gonna -‘

Hoseok licks over your clit again, and then he can feel you pulsing, tightening, gushing over his lips.

You’re still shivering a little when you turn around. You’ve always been good at taking care of him, always eager to reciprocate.

Hoseok admires your face as you smooth a hand over his hard cock, over his jeans.

He’s so hard he could burst.

‘Let me cum in your mouth,’ Hoseok says. He can’t recognise his own voice, he’s so aroused. His words feel thick, buttery in his mouth.

He swallows. ‘Please, baby.’

You’re unzipping him, your beautiful hands reaching into his boxer briefs, drawing out his leaking cock, humming with pleasure.

He’s in your mouth without ceremony, without teasing. You always know what he wants.

Your mouth was made for sin. You’re taking him in, moaning enjoyment, licking him like the popsicles you eat when you want to torment him.

Hoseok can feel the pleasure curling out from his dick, making his thighs loosen, making the tightness in his chest ease.

He wants to touch you so badly.

You brace a hand on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

You look up at him. ‘Let go, baby. I’ve missed you so much.’

Hoseok feels so much tenderness for you in that moment he would cry if you weren’t chasing his cock, letting his hips buck up into your face, taking him like you need him.

He cums instead, groaning your name. You swallow him down, every last drop, licking up the last pearl of cum that oozes out of his slit. Then you kiss the head of his cock.

‘Come up here,’ Hoseok rasps.

You’re already unlocking his handcuffs, your hands curling around his marked wrists.

‘I’ve missed you, Hobi,’ you say sweetly into his ear.

Hoseok wraps his arms around you, dropping kisses on your neck.

‘I’ve missed you.’

You lay in his arms for a while, until he slides a hand onto your breast, cupping it under your bra.

‘Get off,’ you say, halfheartedly.

‘Just a kiss,’ Hoseok says, coaxing.

He tugs your bra straps off, admiring how your nipples are taut for him.

He kisses one nipple, sloppy, sucking until you moan quietly.

‘I’m wet again,’ you tell him.

Hoseok licks your other nipple.

He slides a hand over your cunt, still soft and wet the way he likes you best.

He marvels at how quickly he can work you up. He knows your tits are sensitive, knows how wet you get just from him playing with your tits.

Sure enough, your breathing is faster, your body pliant under him as he licks at your nipples.

He slides a finger into you and wants to groan at how you clench around him.

‘Hobi,’ you cry.

‘More, baby?’ Hoseok asks, lifting off your breast with a pop as he breaks suction.

Shit, your breasts look so pretty right now, all wet and gleaming with his spit, nipples so hard he could stare at them for days.

‘Can you fuck me?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s semi-hard already. ‘Gonna need a minute,’ he says. ‘Let me suck your tits a bit, get you close.’

‘I’m close,’ you gasp.

Hoseok feels like he’s barely done anything to you. ‘You always cum so easy for me,’ he says. He flicks at a nipple, and your hips move against his hand.

‘So needy,’ he says.

You arch your back, hips moving against his palm. Hoseok curls his fingers inside you, and, gratifyingly, he can feel you tighten around him.

Your hand slips down to his cock.

‘Hobi please,’ you say, stroking him. Hoseok’s most of the way there already, to be fair.

Your fingers around his cock and the softness in your eyes gets him the rest of the way.

Hoseok pulls you on top of him and grabs your ass.

He plays with your tits as you get comfortable on top of him.

‘Fuck, Hobi,’ you moan.

Hoseok curls both his hands around your ass. ‘Yeah? Feel good?’

‘So good,’ you tell him. You grind against him, and it takes all of Hoseok’s willpower not to fill you up right there.

Your thighs flex as you ride him, Hoseok admires the gleam of your skin in the moonlight. He strokes his fingers along the cleft of your ass, pressing lightly.

‘Do it,’ you say. Hoseok looks up to see your irresistibly wicked smile.

In response, he puts his fingers in his mouth, letting saliva pool around them, getting them wet. Your ass is slick with your own arousal that he slides his fingers through.

You bite your lip as he pushes a finger into your ass.

Hoseok tilts your chin with his free hand.

‘Gonna fill you up, ok?’ he says, strain in his voice now, cock hard and twitching inside you.

You nod.

He presses his thumb to the point of your chin. Your skin always feels so soft.

‘Say it, baby,’ he says.

‘Fill me up,’ you say. You’re looking at him with such trust in your eyes Hoseok’s enamoured.

What was filthy sex segues into something more tender as you rock against him.

When you’re close you curl your arm around his neck, murmuring into his skin. ‘Fill me up, Hobi,’ you say softly.

‘I will,’ he promises. ‘Gonna make it good for you, cum for me first, ok?’

‘Close,’ you say. He can’t see your face but he can hear the need in your voice.

He pinches your nipple, and your thighs tighten around him. Then you’re cumming, pussy fluttering around him, milking him so hard the first spurts feel like he’s emptying his fucking soul into you.

It takes him a few moments before he realises you’re sniffling into his neck.

His first reaction is alarm. ‘Baby did I hurt you?’ he asks, pulling back, trying to see your face.

‘Nah,’ you say, voice thick with tears. ‘That was just so fucking good.’

Hoseok laughs, but he’s still concerned. You’ve been dating for months and he’s never seen you cry before.

He pulls back. ‘Somehow I thought when we used these they’d be on you and not me,’ he jokes, holding up the handcuffs.

You giggle and swipe at your tears. ‘Yeah,’ you agree.

You’re getting dressed now. ‘You can keep them off until we get there. I don’t want to blow your cover.’

There’s something about the set of your shoulders as you slip your top back on that makes Hoseok think of suppressed emotion.

‘Hey,’ he says, putting his hand on your hip. ‘Are you ok?’

There’s the faintest hesitation before you reply, but you say, convincingly, ‘yeah, I’m fine. I’ve missed you, that’s all. Are you ok, Hobi?’

‘I’ve missed you.’

You flash a smile at him. You know better than to ask him how long he’ll be undercover for.

The ride to the station takes place in silence.

You park up and open the back door.

Hoseok’s already re-cuffed himself. You hands are gentle on his arms as you lead him into the station, where Jungkook and Seonghwa are waiting.

‘Kim,’ Seonghwa says. ‘They have nothing to charge us with. Keep your mouth shut.’

Hoseok grunts.

‘What’s he gotta keep his mouth shut about?’ you ask, tone silky.

Seonghwa, wisely, shuts up.

***

In the interview room, Hoseok settles back in his chair.

‘What’s the story, Hoseok?’ you ask, back in professional mode.

‘Yeah, what’s the story?’ echoes Jungkook.

Hoseok likes Jungkook, but the kid sure is annoying sometimes.

He pauses until he can see irritation clouding Jungkook’s pretty features.

He can hear you sigh in exasperation.

‘Now that we’re all annoyed, can you tell us?’ you say, mildly.

‘Can I get some water?’ Hoseok asks, sweetly.

‘Dry?’ you ask. Your voice is still completely neutral, but there’s a spark of teasing in your eye that makes Hoseok’s dick twitch.

You’ve just fucked, he can still feel your cum on his dick, but fuck if he doesn’t want you again right now.

Who’s he kidding? He wants you all the time. It’s been a long two months undercover.

Hoseok flicks his tongue over his lower lip, and Jungkook huffs out a sigh and hands Hoseok a bottle of water.

‘It’s an extremist group,’ Hoseok says, after he’s chugged down half the bottle. He passes it to you without a thought, ignoring Jungkook’s sound of disgust.

‘Deputy Director Kim’s assigned me to find out where they’re getting their firepower from.’

You and Jungkook look at each other, and for the hundredth time, Hoseok’s struck by the family resemblance.

You’re a detective and Jungkook’s your younger cousin, a newly minted officer in your small town police force.

Deputy Director Joan Kim, Hoseok’s direct superior, also happens to be your mother, and Jungkook’s aunt.

Hoseok’s not sure how he found himself in a position where two women from the same family are constantly busting his balls in different ways, but he’s got no intention of giving you up. And no hope of finding a different job with his limited skill set, so he guesses he’s stuck like this for now.

He works for the state, always has since he left college. Taking down bad guys is all he knows, going undercover and taking on different personas is as natural to him as breathing by now. He’s good at it, his clearance rate is the highest in his cohort.

He’s confident about doing his job, less confident about his relationship with you. You’re pretty, and smart, and come from law enforcement royalty, which he hadn’t known until after he’d slept with you that first time. Not that it would have stopped him.

Hoseok learned long ago to take what he wanted because no one was going to give it to him.

He’d fuck you right now if you’d let him, and if he wasn’t worried about corrupting Jungkook. The kid’s got virgin written all over him.

He realises you’re talking to him. ‘Can we help?’ you ask, and Hoseok feels an unexpected wave of affection for you at the softness in your voice.

‘Don’t blow my cover,’ he replies.

He’s said it too harshly, he can tell by the way your expression falls slightly. He’s always doing this, being rough when you’re tender. He’s never as soft as he wants to be with you. He thinks he’s probably throwing up walls because he’s scared you’ll hurt him.

Hoseok isn’t ready to explore the depth of what he feels for you. It’s so much easier to just sleep with you.

You’re already getting up. ‘You’re free to go, Mr Kim,’ you tell him. You and Jungkook walk him out of the precinct.

Seonghwa’s waiting just outside.

‘Fucking pigs,’ he spits.

Hoseok doesn’t acknowledge his words.

‘The lady cop’s pretty though. Did she frisk you?’ Seonghwa’s suggestive tone makes Hoseok’s skin crawl.

Hoseok half grunts, half shrugs. ‘Who the fuck tipped off the cops?’

Seonghwa’s pulled out of whatever filthy fantasy’s putting that lewd grin on his face as he considers Hoseok’s question. He frowns. ‘Fuck knows.’

Hoseok looks out the window of the bus he catches, heading to the one-bed hovel he’s staying in because that’s the kind of place a man like Kim Minjae, convicted for GBH and grand theft auto, would stay.

His jeans crinkle as he slips them off. He pats his front pocket and finds one of the coffee sweets he likes. It hadn’t been there earlier, he wonders when you slipped it into his pocket.

He pops it in his mouth, the familiar bittersweet taste making his mouth water, as he pulls out the burner phone he saved a picture of you on, hidden amidst a bunch of photos of nothing in particular. In it, you’re smiling at him in the middle of the park, and you look so happy it makes Hoseok feel less like a shitbag for all the lying he does on the daily.

His thumb swipes, and the next photo is one you sent him, one he’s seen so many times it’s burned into his retinas. Just looking at your bare tits in the picture, the hickey he sucked into the upper curve of your left breast, is enough to send blood rushing to his cock.

Hoseok’s starting to think he’s greedy for everything that he wants from you.

***

Hoseok’s at the convenience store, looking through dinner options when his phone rings. He answers with a terse, ‘yeah?’ because even Kim Minjae knows you can’t just grunt on the phone.

It’s Joan Kim, and Hoseok’s back automatically straightens, probably because of the one time she’d glared at him icily and asked if he could be bothered to sit up when she was speaking to him.

It hadn’t really been a question, not with the way she’d been pointing the business end of his own Glock at him.

‘The serial numbers check out. Consider your job done,’ she says, not bothering with a greeting.

Hoseok’s still processing what she’s said when she sighs impatiently.

‘I’ll see you Monday. Please do something productive with your weekend, Special Agent Jung.’

She’s hung up before he can even reply.

Hoseok’s already stuffing his phone back in his pocket, heading back to his shitty room to pick up his meagre belongings.

He can’t wait to see you.

***

Hoseok’s waiting outside your place when you pull up. To his surprise, you’re not alone, and seeing the way you’re stumbling across the grass of your yard, he’s glad you didn’t drive.

Your face lights up when you see him, easing some of the uncertainty in his head.

‘Hobi,’ you say, sliding under his arm like you belong there.

Hoseok doesn’t want to admit how right you feel, like a key sliding into a lock.

He looks up to see the familiar tall frame of Dr Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon greets him easily, polite as always.

‘Thanks for driving me home, Joonie,’ you say, tilting your head back to look up at him, because of course, he’s tall.

Taller than Hoseok.

Not that Hoseok cares. Or even thinks about it.

Namjoon dimples sweetly. ‘Anytime Y/N.’

‘Bye Joonie,’ you say, turning back into Hoseok’s arms.

The weight of you against his chest goes a long way towards easing the tight, jealous feeling in the centre of it.

Hoseok watches as you try a few times to unlock your door.

‘Night out?’ he asks.

You turn to him. ‘Taehyung’s birthday,’ you explain. ‘You should see the state of Jungkook.’

Hoseok takes your hand and unlocks the door.

‘I’ve missed you,’ you say, looking up at him.

Hoseok’s transfixed by your face.

Are you…. pouting at him?

‘I’m off the case,’ he tells you, barely aware of what he’s saying. ‘I’ve done my bit.’

You’ve somehow unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and your mouth is on his chest, warm and teasing.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

Hoseok hums in response.

You’ve unbuttoned another button, and are kissing a tantalising trail across his skin.

You flick your tongue over his nipple and look up at him with an expression that makes him torn between endeared and aroused.

Your hand wanders down to his belt.

‘So much in the way,’ you complain.

‘I’ll take it all off,’ Hoseok says. He cups your face. ‘If that’s what you want.’

‘I want you,’ you tell him.

‘Let me take you to bed then,’ Hoseok says.

He walks you across your living room, up the stairs to your bedroom.

He doesn’t know how you manage it, but by the time you reach the bedroom you’ve stripped his shirt off, and are working on his jeans.

You drop to your knees and bury your face against his groin, mouthing over the length of him through his jeans like you can’t wait.

Hoseok is suddenly alarmed that you’re gonna make him cum in his jeans. He’s closer than he should be, with the way you’re moaning against his clothed cock.

He tugs you up and pushes you back against your bed. There’s no time to strip you properly, so he hoicks your skirt up over your thighs, yanks your panties down and pushes inside you.

You’re not wet enough, he can tell by the hiss you let out. ‘I’m sorry,’ he has the presence of mind to say.

‘Keep going, baby,’ you say, hand on his ass stopping him from pulling out. You shift your hips and hook a leg around him.

‘Fuck, Hoseok, I’ve missed this,’ you whisper in his ear.

Between the sound of your voice, the warmth of your cunt, Hoseok’s fighting helplessly to hold back.

He holds as still as he can as he kisses you, trying to show you how much he’s missed you even if he’s fucking up because he doesn’t think he’s going to get you there, not this time.

He’s too keyed up, he’s missed you too fucking much and fuck, fuck, you’ve always been the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

It’s this last thought that tips him over the edge. With your name on his lips, he buries himself deep inside you and cums. There’s a ringing in his ears, and his whole world turns white but he gives no fucks because he’s pretty sure he’s exactly where he needs to be.

***

Hoseok comes back into himself in stages.

First, the awareness of you curled around him, breaths huffing against his chest. From the boneless weight of you he realises you’re asleep.

Then, the realisation that he needs a piss. Badly.

He lifts you off him as gently as he can, you’re a light sleeper.

He takes care of business and washes his face, finds the spare toothbrush you always leave for him.

He has no idea what time it is, but from the light outside your bathroom window he guesses it’s a while before sunrise.

When he comes out, you’re sitting up in bed.

You smile when you see him, and Hoseok’s heart flutters. He thinks he’ll never get tired of the sight of your face.

‘How’ve you been baby?’ you ask, lifting an arm, beckoning him to you.

Hoseok remembers he’s not Kim Minjae. This version of him talks more. ‘I’m ok,’ he tells you, honestly. ‘Better now. You?’

‘I’ve missed you a lot,’ you tell him. Your hand comes up to smooth over his bare chest, fingers stroking over the scars of all the times he’s been injured. Most are old, from before he started working for the state. He’s got better at fighting back over the years, at not getting hurt. He guesses it also helps that he’s no longer the scared, powerless kid he was back in the day.

You press a kiss into his hair. ‘Taehyung’s getting married in a couple months. We should go to the wedding together. I was just thinking I’d like to see you in a suit.’

Hoseok wants to say he wears suits to work, usually. It’s just that he tends to see you when he’s off duty.

He’s probably reading too much into it.

He realises you’re waiting for an answer. ‘Sure, maybe,’ he replies, gruff.

The brightness in your eyes dims a little, and he realises he’s said the wrong thing. Why’s he always so bad at expressing himself?

You smile at him. ‘No worries. I can always force Jungkook to take me if it’s not your thing.’

You pluck at a thread in the sheet draped across your chest. ‘Ah shit. I should take the trash out. It’s collection day tomorrow.’

Finally, something Hoseok can do. ‘I’ll take it out. I was gonna go for a run anyway.’

‘Sure,’ you say. You wait until he’s dressed, and then say his name.

He realises you’re holding out a key.

‘I made you a copy of the front door key,’ you say. ‘You can let yourself in whenever you want to come over.’

Hoseok takes the key you’re holding out to him. He senses there’s a right way to respond to something like this, this gesture of trust, but he has no idea what it is.

He settles for, ‘thanks.’

You’re already snuggling back in the sheets. ‘Wake me up when you get back, ok?’ you say, teasing. ‘Maybe we can go again.’

Hoseok shoves the key in his pocket. ‘I’ll do that,’ he promises.

***

Hoseok slows when he gets to the front of your house, trying to get his breath back. Running’s always been good for clearing his head.

He’s been thinking about what he’ll say when he sees you snuggled up, waiting in bed for him.

How this time, he’ll damn well make sure you cum before he does, more than once if you’re up for it.

How he’ll tell you that he’d love to take you to Taehyung’s wedding, how you can take him to pick out a suit if that’s what you want.

How he’s been thinking about taking you on a holiday, anywhere you want but somewhere hot because he wants to see what you look like with a tan.

Hoseok lets himself in with his key, takes the stairs two at a time. Your bedroom door is wide open, and Hoseok has just enough time to think to himself that he’s sure he closed it before he’s standing in front of your empty bed.

He switches on the light and realises something’s terribly wrong. The bed’s a mess, sheets swirled, and there’s glass all over the floor from where your bedside lamp’s been knocked over and shattered.

There’s a strange sense of his personal life and his professional life overlapping, because he realises even before he sees the pool of blood on the floor that what he’s looking at is a crime scene.

***

Hoseok’s sitting in a chair that feels too small, trying to conserve his energy, trying to manage the panic in his head.

The clicking of heels on tile heralds the arrival of Assistant Director Joan Kim, his direct superior, and your mother.

She doesn’t pass comment on the grey sweatshirt he’s wearing, the chain around his neck, the scuffed Nikes on his feet.

Today, Joan Kim is even more laser-focused than usual. The only hint that this meeting is in any way out of the ordinary compared to the usual cases he works is the way her hand trembles slightly as she smooths her hair.

He’d briefed her over the phone on the way over, wanting not to waste time, because he knows as well as she does that abductions are time critical.

‘We’ve pulled footage from traffic cameras,’ Joan says. ‘Her abductor is Lim Seongwha.’

Hoseok does a double take at the familiar face.

Joan Kim is two steps ahead of him, as always. ‘He’s in the interview room,’ she says, smoothly. ‘I’ll give you ten minutes to get the information we need out of him.’

Hoseok’s sure he’ll only need five.

***

Seonghwa sang like a canary the instant he saw Hoseok and realised all the ways he’d already incriminated himself.

Seongwha, the prick, had looked you up after that night at the warehouse, and discovered that you were the daughter of not only an assistant director with the state bureau, but also a supreme court justice.

He’d sold your credentials to the extremist group, who were intending to leverage you for media attention and political clout.

Hoseok’s not a violent man, at least not when he’s not being attacked, but he’d had a sudden clear and overwhelming urge to slam Seonghwa into the nearest hard surface.

Joan, always wise, had extracted him from the interview room before the balance had been tipped.

Now Hoseok’s changing into his tactical gear, relieved to finally be doing something tangible to get to you. He understands physical. It’s words that are his weakness, always.

The chopper Joan’s commandeered will drop Hoseok right next to where the extremist group are holding you, with another chopper flying low to cover the landing.

It’s barely four hours since you were taken and they’ve been the longest four of Hoseok’s life.

He’s still kicking himself for leaving you in the middle of the night, just because he couldn’t manage his emotions like a normal person.

He’s never going to make that mistake again.

Hoseok looks up as the door to the locker room opens.

Jungkook walks in. He steps up to Hoseok, and Hoseok waits for whatever the kid’s about to tell him.

‘I want to come with,’ Jungkook says.

‘No way,’ says Hoseok immediately.

‘She’s my cousin. You’ll need someone to back you up,’ Jungkook says, persistent.

Hoseok gives Jungkook a hard look. To his credit, the kid doesn’t flinch. Fearlessness is in his blood, if Joan Kim and Y/N are anything to go by.

‘You could get hurt, badly. These guys are more sophisticated than your average small town criminal,’ Hoseok points out.

Jungkook doesn’t falter. ‘I’ll follow any orders you give me,’ he says, quietly.

‘Fuck. Fine. If the pilot’s happy then you can come.’

Jungkook nods and starts getting changed.

‘This fucking family,’ Hoseok mutters, more to himself.

Jungkook says, ‘my uncle’s on his way in. And I know the pilot.’

Hoseok’s eyes go to Jungkook. ‘Is the pilot family too?’

‘No,’ Jungkook says. Hoseok can’t see his face, but there’s the faintest hint of a smirk in his voice as he says, ‘he and Y/N used to date.’

***

Hoseok and Jungkook are waiting by the gates of the helipad when the chopper lands.

Hoseok really wishes that Jungkook hadn’t told him about the pilot being your ex.

Apparently you’d dated for over a year and both your parents had loved him.

The pilot approaches, slipping off his helmet, greeting Jungkook. Hoseok catches the gleam of silver earrings as he leans forward to greet Joan. Then he turns to Hoseok, holding out a hand.

‘Min Yoongi,’ he says. His voice is deep, and Hoseok automatically drops his own a register to match as he shakes his hand.

‘Jung Hoseok.’

Min Yoongi’s serious, intimidating. Hoseok’s starting to wonder what the hell you’re doing with him.

It doesn’t seem like you have a type at all.

He realises Yoongi’s speaking. ‘The weather conditions are shit, to be frank. It’s going to be a rocky journey, but I can get you there.’

Hoseok nods.

Yoongi looks at him a moment longer. ‘Let’s go, then.’

Hoseok’s about to step forward when Joan takes his arm.

She’s not a tall woman, but she’s always seemed imposing because of the force of her personality. Today, though, she seems frailer. He can see the worry in her eyes.

‘Hobi,’ she says.

Hoseok leans forward to hear her better over the gusts of wind.

‘You’re my best man. Bring my daughter home.’

Hoseok doesn’t think there’s a lot he can say to that.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

***

The intercom clicks on and Hoseok can hear Yoongi’s voice.

‘All ok back there? We’ll be landing in ten.’

Hoseok presses his mic. ‘All good.’

There’s a pause, then Yoongi says, ‘I heard you’re dating Y/N.’

Hoseok glances at Jungkook. ‘Yeah.’

There’s a pause.

Hoseok depresses the button on his mic. ‘I heard you and her dated.’

There’s a grunt. ‘She helped me through a rough time.’

Hoseok thinks of the way you’re always pleased to see him, the way you made him a key without it ever coming up. He thinks of how you put him up in your place when you’d just met him.

He swallows past the lump suddenly in his throat.

‘She’s kind,’ he says.

‘Yeah,’ comes the reply.

Jungkook flips up the visor on his flight helmet.

‘He’s not a bad guy, Yoongi,’ Jungkook says.

It’s hardly a compliment, but Hoseok’s touched anyway that Jungkook would try to vouch for him.

‘Even if his dress sense sucks,’ Jungkook adds. He flips down his visor before Hoseok can react.

Hoseok tosses his gloves at Jungkook.

Annoyingly, the kid catches them even though he’s strapped into his seat. Shit, he’s fast.

‘Settle down boys,’ comes Yoongi’s voice. ‘We’re about to land.’

***

Hoseok’s studied the floor plan of the warehouse you’re being held in. He has no idea how many people are in the building, but he knows he doesn’t have to fight them all because there’s a tactical unit on the way.

All he has to do is find you and protect you until reinforcements arrive.

Maybe there’s an advantage to being as emotionally stunted as he is, because he’s never been one to hesitate. He flew through all his active shooter simulations at the academy, he’s always been the lynchpin of any unit he’s been a part of.

It takes him all of ten minutes to find you, and another five minutes before his heart slows enough to allow him to speak in a normal tone of voice.

You’re bound to a chair. Bloodied, bruised, but alive. Unharmed enough for you to glower at the two men guarding you.

Hoseok thinks he could have taken both on his own, but he’s glad Jungkook’s here with him.

‘I’ll take the big guy,’ he says in a low voice to Jungkook. ‘Try not to use your gun.’

He waits until Jungkook nods.

Hoseok feels the familiar surge of adrenaline as he runs towards the men. Time seems to stretch as he tackles the bigger man. He’s brutally efficient, using every bit of his experience of combat. He looks to Jungkook before he looks to you, and thankfully, the kid’s come through. The other thug’s on the floor.

‘Frisk them,’ he utters to Jungkook.

Then, finally, he lets himself turn to you.

You’re looking up at him. Hoseok drops to his knees in front of you. He slides a hand around your neck, pulling you close.

You’re warm, and real. For the first time since you went missing, Hoseok can feel the knot in his chest start to ease.

He realises you’re speaking, your voice hoarse but still unmistakably you.

‘What took you so long, my love?’ you ask.

‘Never again,’ he promises you. He pulls you into his chest. ‘Never fucking again.’

‘Can you save this for when we’re out of here,’ Jungkook interrupts.

You’re looking down at the two unconscious men on the floor.

‘Not bad, JK.’

‘Been working out,’ Jungkook says. He preens but Hoseok can’t find it in himself to muster up anything but affection for him right now.

‘Let’s go,’ he says.

Hoseok holds your hand as he runs, but you’re keeping up just fine. It’s really more for him than you.

Yoongi’s waiting by the helicopter.

‘Shotgun,’ calls Jungkook.

Yoongi ignores him. ‘You good, Y/N?’ he asks, pulling you into a hug.

‘Better now I know the best fucking pilot in the force is flying us back,’ you reply. ‘Take us home, Yoongi.’

***

Hoseok’s late to meet you at the wedding, but he’s hoping the suit he got will impress you enough that you won’t be mad at him.

He smooths his hair before he enters the ballroom. He’s used to scanning a room, looking for exits, potential problems.

He forgets about all that when he sees you.

Holy fucking shit.

You’re wearing red, a dress that seems like it was made to make you look as sinful as humanly possible.

Hoseok’s attention is so rapt on you that he manages to walk half the room before he notices Jungkook, standing next to you like a guard dog.

Jungkook smiles happily when he sees him, looking so much like you that Hoseok’s endeared.

Somehow the little shit’s worked his way into his heart, right next to your spot.

He’ll be damned if he ever lets him know that though.

‘Hobi,’ you say, tilting your face up to his.

Hoseok leans down and whispers in your ear, ‘You look beautiful.’

Hoseok realises now, that he doesn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. He just has to say the words that are written in his heart.

He thinks maybe that’s all you ever wanted from him.

Your smile when he leans back to look at you makes him feel like he’s glowing warm inside.

‘And you, my love, look so fuckable we’re going to have to find somewhere right now.’

To Hoseok’s amusement, you take his arm and lead him to a fancy-looking bathroom.

You shut the door behind you and lean against it.

‘You clean up good, Jung Hoseok.’

Hoseok’s aware he looks good, but he hadn’t expected you to like it so much.

‘Am I gonna ruin your lipstick if I kiss you?’ he asks, voice husky.

‘What a fucking man,’ you muse, but Hoseok doesn’t think you’re really talking to him, not the way your hands are sliding around his waist, up his back.

Hoseok drops to his knees in front of you.

‘Your suit,’ you murmur.

‘Don’t give a fuck,’ Hoseok replies.

‘I fucking love you, Hobi.’

Hoseok pauses with his mouth inches from your cunt.

Your hands leave his shoulders to cover your mouth. ‘Sorry. It just slipped out.’

‘I love you,’ Hoseok says.

You look down at him like you can’t believe your ears.

So he says it again.

You’re still staring at him. Then you say, shakily, ‘are you talking to me or my pussy?’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Both.’

He lifts your leg onto his shoulder. ‘Let me taste you.’

***

You leave the bathroom first, and Hoseok’s inordinately proud that you still have a slight wobble to your legs as you walk down to rejoin the wedding.

He’s straightening his tie when the door opens and Min Yoongi walks in.

‘I just saw Y/N,’ Yoongi says. ‘Jungkook’s trying to convince her to give him her dessert.’

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘Kid’s a little shit. But he —‘

‘Makes you care about him,’ Hoseok finishes.

They exchange a wry look.

‘Y/N’s dad was asking about you,’ Yoongi says.

‘Yeah?’ is all Hoseok can manage.

‘I said Y/N’s one of the best judges of character I know.’

Yoongi smooths his bronze hair back.

‘Apart from that doctor guy who she lets keep hanging around her.’ Yoongi snaps his fingers, trying to remember. ‘What’s his name?’

‘Fucking Joonie,’ Hoseok growls.

Yoongi’s laughter is deep, rich. ‘Fucking Joonie.’

He regards Hoseok for a moment. ‘I like working with you.’

‘Likewise,’ Hoseok replies.

‘Guess I’ll see you around.’

Hoseok lets himself out.

***

Hoseok’s trying to intervene in a squabble between you and Jungkook that’s rapidly turned too serious when, as if a switch has been thrown, both of you straighten up, matching wide-eyed expressions on your faces.

Hoseok turns to see Joan Kim on the arm of your father, supreme court justice Kwon Ha Woon.

You recover quickly and introduce him.

Hoseok makes himself shake your father’s hand, makes himself look into his eyes.

There’s a moment of tension, rapidly broken by Joan drawling, ‘oh for god’s sake darling, stop staring at poor Hobi like that.’

Your father scoffs, then says, ‘I wanted to thank you, for rescuing my daughter.’

‘I’ll always look after her,’ Hoseok says, simply.

Everyone ignores Jungkook’s exaggerated gagging.

Joan leans forward. ‘Hoseok, your hair’s getting long. Please tend to it before Monday. I don’t wish others to think I run a sloppy unkempt unit.’

Hoseok nods.

She says, softer so that only he can hear, ‘I had complete faith in you.’

Hoseok’s gaze snaps to her, but she’s already walking off, your father in tow.

Hoseok sits back down next to you.

‘You did well, Hobi,’ you praise, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok slides an arm around you and thinks that maybe you’re right.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[pentagonieslut]

m.list !!

lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):

[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]

jo jinho:

ko/go shinwon:

yeo changgu (yeoone):

yanan:

[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]

yang hongseok:

adachi yuto/yuuto:

kang hyunggu:

[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]

jung wooseok:

kim hyojong (e'dawn):

i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.

all members:

kim hongjoong:

[ran away to the studio to work on something]

park seonghwa:

[poor mama can't catch a break]

jung wooyoung:

[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]

jeong yunho:

[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]

song mingi:

[just being happy little mufasa]

kang yeosang:

[ordering as much chicken as he can]

choi san:

[being a sex demon again]

choi jongho:

[breaking apples and singing tears]

moon taeil:

[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]

qian kun:

[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]

seo johnny:

[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]

lee taeyong:

[febreezing all the fucking dorms]

kim doyoung:

[he's hiding in his room]

kim jungwoo:

[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]

dong sicheng (winwin):

[running from taeil's monstrous love]

nakamoto yuta:

[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]

jung jaehyun:

[he's preparing to work overtime]

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):

[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]

wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):

[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]

na jaemin:

[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]

xiao dejun (xiaojun):

[jasmine is really muscular]

wong kunhuang (hendery):

[he's in macau touring with big byung]

liu yangyang:

[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]

zhong chenle:

[flexing his money again]

huang renjun:

[he's planning the death of a dream member]

lee mark:

[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]

lee jeno:

[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]

jung sungchan:

[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]

lee donghyuck (haechan):

[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]

osaki shotaro:

[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]

park jisung:

[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]

moon hyunbin:

[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]

choi seokwon (tan):

[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]

kim byeonggun (hwi):

[cupid is making him do secretary work]

terazono keita:

[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]

yeom taegyun (tag):

[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]

gil dohwan:

[he's yodeling..somewhere]

park sungwon (won):

[snuck out for a poetry slam]

son seungjun (castle j):

[producing some type of track]

nam seungmin (bic):

[he's not a pen, promise]

song minjae:

[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]

no huijun:

[getting a black belt in taekwondo]

bang junhyuk (win):

[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]

lee hangyul:

[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]

park junseo:

[he's dancing his bones off]

jeon minwook (j-min):

[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]

jung gun (yoojun):

[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]

kim hyunwoo (muzin):

[trying to meditate before he goes off]

ryu yeongseo:

[trying to become the next twice member]

na gyumin (doha):

[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]

noh minjae (bit):

[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]

nam dohyon:

[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]

lune:

[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]

heechan:

[he's being hyper again...MOOM]

e-chan:

[his mind is blank leave him alone]

yuku:

[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]

junseo:

[lurking somewhere

D1:

[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]

harry-june:

[flustered about something]

teo:

[working out again]

GK:

[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]

[hannybun]

Xikers ot10/multiple members

Fluff= (f), Smut= (s), suggestive= (sg), 💬=ask/thought, 📝=fanfic/headcannons/

Soft/hard hours thoughts

Most to least: Biggest cock (s) 💬

Most to least: submissive or dominant (s) 💬

Most to least: tits or ass (s)💬

Most to least: Giving or receiving (s) 💬

Minjae/Junghoon/Seeun/Hunter babying a older s/o (f/sg) 💬

Ot10: go-to dating spots (f) 💬

Minjae and Yechan threesome (s) 💬

Hyunwoo/seeun/yujun: roleplaying (s) 💬

Cockingwarming w/Seeun and Yechan (s)💬

trying to take Minjae and sumin’s dominance(s)

size kink with Seeun and Hunter (s)💬

exhibition kink: Hyunwoo, Sumin, Yujun, and Yechan (s)💬

free use w/Junghoon and Yechan (s) 💬

Doing Sabrina carpenter poses (s) 💬

Camboy!xikers: Seeun, Hyunwoo, and Yujun

CNC w/Seeun, Yujun, and Yechan (dark themes) (s) 💬

dom!xikers improving their s/o stamina (s) 💬

Who would like boobjobs (s) 💬

who cums the most (s) 💬

Fics/headcannons

Xikers: A hard dom, soft dom, or a switch (s) 📝

What position they’ll enjoy during sex (s) 📝

Xikers nicknames both sfw and nsfw (s) 📝

what type of porn they watch (s) 📝

Pussy drunk xikers headcannons (s) 📝

Who’s into daddy/sir/Master (s) 📝

What noise they make in bed (s)📝

Reacting to ‘just the tip’ (s)📝

How they take nude photos (s) 📝

what’s their favorite place to cum (s) 📝

[thebiasrekkers]

No Words - Interlude iii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Poly!Idol!AU, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: continued mention of the racist situation from the previous interlude. Sexual tension.

A/N - And it all goes to hell with a kiss. 

Words:  2288

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Random spin the bottle, truth or dare, and pepper eating moments ran late into the night. Poor Minjae lost Tasha to Namjoon; she was too happy to pick the leader’s brain.

She was happy to put the incident behind her, relishing in a well earned moment with this makeshift family. The older member slowly, but surely, began to make their escapes. Suga bowed out with Namjoon, much to Tasha’s dismay. Although, she did manage to score a kiss right on a dimple before he left. Minjae collected the gooey remnants as Jin stood to leave, Hoseok following behind. The maknae line was full of energy and vigor until Jimin decided he needed some hot water for his aching joints.

He put his hands on her shoulders, wrapping her in a warm embrace. His head rested on the side of hers as he whispered to her. Her hand sat atop his as she nodded softly. Tae managed to keep his jovial demeanor as he saw this out the corner of his eye. She turned a wobbly smile to Jimin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He clapped the younger members on the shoulders, “Don’t be too long, yeah?”

“Yesss.” The two replied in unison toward the dancer, and he was off. It was getting extremely late. But it had been too long since they’d all been so exuberant like this. Luckily, everyone planned to sleep in for the next day or so.

Everyone began to gather their things, as the shop owner started to shoo them away. Minjae and Tasha were leaning on each other, giggling like teenagers. “Uh, I’ll uh, catch you later!” Tasha waggled her brows before giving her a tight hug. She watched the two of them, fingers interlaced, leave out into the winter night.

“You should ride with us.” Came the sudden vibrato of Tae’s voice.

“Ah, no. It’s fine. I can ride wi-”

“Us.” Jeongguk interrupted again. Her mouth fell open as she tried to figure out something to say. They didn’t look like they were in the mood to go back and forth. She held up her hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. I suppose I’ll be riding with you then.” One of the TDs laughed as she acquiesced to the troublemakers.

“You’ll learn not to argue with them.” He laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Another PD smirked, “Or run before they get a chance to corner you.” They laughed as they began to file out.

“Hey, this is helpful knowledge to have before this happens!” She half yelled, waving her hand between the two. Everyone laughed because they knew better already. “Aish, these smartasses.” Tae and Gguk smirked at each other, and she just caught it. She raised both hands, and with a flick of the wrist, they both got a slap to the sternum.

“A-ah!?” Tae blinked as he looked ready to curl and hit the floor.

“Ow, ow! So mean!” Gguk turned to rub at his pectoral.

She looked between the two of them with a smirk. “Serves you right, jackass. Be quick if you’re going to be sneaky.” She stuck her tongue out, and with a fluff of her curls, she got the headstart to the van.

“I think I’m in love,” Tae muttered as he pocketed his phone. Jeongguk laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulder as they filed out. Music, fresh air, and a bit more laughter soothe things over. She realized how much alcohol was consumed when they were shrugging out of their coats. They piled, giggling, out of the car and into the dorm. It was just a massive space with the students on one side and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” They reached the split in the hallway that would take them in different directions. The boys were leaning on each other as she moved away. Their laughter ceased as they turned to look at her. Her fingers clasped as she rocked back on her heels. “For tonight. I..,” She sighed. “..probably would have come back here to mope. Then pretend like I didn’t care about it, as usual.” A curl tucked behind her ear as she smiled at them. “Thank you for changing my mind. You’re right. I’m not a coward.”

The boys looked at her, prepared to brush it off as nothing - then she kissed them. Both. Right on the cheek, so close they could smell the coconut on her skin. She bit her lip as she stepped backward, spinning on a heel with a wave. “G’nyte, boyos.”

It was a full two minutes before they stopped staring in that direction. They turned to look at each other, their mouths agape as they pointed at twin sets of red ears. Embarrassed about their own embarrassment, they covered their ears while turning away from each other.

“We should shower.,” Tae mumbled.

“…yea. Good idea.” Jeongguk replied as he made haste toward their side of the building. Tae turned to follow, his feet dragging into the tiled floor. His hands rubbing against the nape of his neck before he turned on his heel - cursing.

The dorm was actually a complex in Hannam-dong that BigHit purchased. It was an easy way to keep staff, bodyguards, and the boys in one spot. It kept everyone close and in contact should things need to happen before shows and schedules. Everyone had their own apartment to occupy, even though she and Tasha spent a lot of time in each other’s spaces.

She let her keys fall into a basket by the door. Hopping out of her shoes, jewelry, wiggling out of her clothes, and jumping into a fluffy hoodie and sweats in a matter of minutes. The electric kettle started as she pulled a giant mug from the cabinet. A jar of citron tea from the fridge, a bowl of fruit was settled on the counter. She pushed her hair into a lazy puff on the top of her head. She reached for her glasses after taking out her contacts.

She stared at the clear lenses for a moment, the echoes of conversation threatening to eat her good mood. She shoved the lens case in a drawer. A tired reflection in the silver of the kettle had her huffing. A piece of melon popped into her mouth as she filled her cup. She thought about going to sleep, but their thesis projects were coming up. They had the next few days off, so getting a head start was more her style.

Knock, knock

Her head tilted to the door, “Tasha, go to bed!” A laugh as she set the kettle down. “I’ll hear about your escapades in the morn-,” She flung the door open to find Kim Taehyung filling the space. “V? I’m sorry, I thought you were - Uhm, what are you…doing here?” She stopped rambling before asking him the question that mattered the most.

What was he doing here?

“I just..” His arm braced on the frame as his fingers played over his lips. “Can I come in for a second?” She looked hesitant but nodded while stepping aside. “Thank you.” He murmured as he moved inside.

He’d been inside a few of the staff apartments - they looked lived in. While hers? It felt like nothing. It didn’t look like she had tried to make any kind of home out of the place. His brow furrowed as he turned to face her. His gaze traveled from her feet all the way to that ponytail at the top of her head.

“I was making some tea if you’d like?” She offered, moving by him. In her shoes, she was about equal height with most of them. But without? It put her just a hair shorter. “V, I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about.” A couple spoonfuls of the citron concentrate before a quick slurp tested to her liking. She turned to put the jar in the fridge, turning back as he had the cup lifted to his mouth.

“Really?”

He took a healthy gulp, rolling the liquid before chewing the peel gathered in his mouth. “Mm. Just how I like it.”

“I don’t want your cooties.” She made a face as he handed her mug back to her.

“Cooties? Are you five?” He almost choked laughing.

“I don’t know where your mouth has been!” A soft whine as she reluctantly took a sip from her cup. “What is it you want, anyway? I have studying to do. Like I said, I’m fine. You don’t have t-..” He rounded on her suddenly. Long fingers trailed against the countertop as he moved in front of her. “What are you doing?” The whir of the heater was so loud in that thick silence.

“What I’ve wanted to do for some time now.” The treble of his voice sent shivers down her spine. His fingers danced over hers, causing them both to turn their heads to the sight. His thumb sailed over her fingers, rubbing at the soft skin of her knuckles. Those long fingers wrapped around her wrist, the shock causing the artery to throb as her pulse spiked. He rubbed the skin there as she turned back to him with her brows furrowed.

“V.”

“Shh.”

She pulled her hand, and he held on to it. “Please don’t.” A soft sigh as she kept her head lowered. “I’m nobody here. Plus, I’m years older than you.” A scoff as his thumb ceased its movement. Suddenly, his hold tightened as another long finger tilted her gaze up to his.

Of all the things she thought she’d be experiencing in her life? This wasn’t in the sourcebook. Because this wasn’t anything, she would have fathomed. There was a pink tinge to his skin from the alcohol. But there was absolute clarity in his gaze that had her taking a hesitant step away from him.

“Who are you trying to convince?” Cocky confidence in his voice. He undid everything with that question.

“Listen here, V. I don’t cater to the rumors and backstage shenanigans I’ve heard from others, ok? But I have heard some things. I will not be apart of that rumor mill. Got it?” His features fell as he realized his folly.

Shit. shitshitshit. That’s not what was supposed to happen! That’s not how he meant-? Stunned at her, even considering that’s what he meant?! “Look, I appreciate you extending a hand and all, but -” She removed her arm from his hands while stepping away. “I have a lot of work to do. And it’s almost Christmas time, so I’m sure you guys have planning to do.” Turning on heel to go to the door, he followed. Before she could pull the door open, he closed in on her again.

“V didn’t I just say…” She turned. He put his hands on either side of her head, pinning her back to the door.

“Why are you so scared of getting close to anybody…to us..” He leaned in. “…to me?”

“Because that’s not what I’m here for. And if you haven’t noticed?” She raised a hand to wiggle her fingers, just as long, in front of her face. “It’s not been exactly easy.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought about what they walked in on.

They didn’t think they were going to make it dine with the staff. But, with the next few days off? The holidays upcoming? They figured now would be the best time to start having the big dinners before they broke off to visit family. The leads and supervisors, along with BTS, crept in through the back of the place. The conversation was so loud that they had easily gone unnoticed. They were approaching the table when some rather unsavory topics had come up.

They were mortified when the professor wanted to rush toward the table. The head PD, TD, and Namjoon stopped her. They wanted to check for something these situations only let you see. Jimin frowned deeply; Jin sighed softly while shaking his head. Suga let his head fall back as he looked off, a vein in the side of his forehead, throbbing with his anger. Namjoon, Hobi, Tae, and Jeongguk were boiling. Tae had to grab onto Jeongguk’s arm to keep him in place.

And from what they were to understand? That wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Apparently, they tried to go out to a club in Itaewon, only to have the girls harassed and denied entry. This was in the first six months of their arrival. They didn’t want to bring it up or talk about it - choosing to just move on. They chalked it up to only one of many life experiences.

Their classmates, on the other hand, weren’t keen to let it rest. They reported it to their supervisors and their professors. There were some learning curves with this program, and blatant racism wasn’t one of the boxes on that checklist they had. But, it was one they kept watch over.

She didn’t want the pity or the strange atmosphere that speaking on it could bring. So she clammed up, kept quiet, cordial, and separate. It was good to really enjoy the camaraderie of her work family. Maybe she could try to loosen up a bit. But always in the back of her mind, even if she didn’t want it to be there.

It was.

“You’re not a coward.” He vibrated the air, snapping her back to the present.

“No, I’m a realist.” She bit back. “This is against the rules you even being here, V.” She put her hands on his chest to push him away.

He leaned in and kissed her.

[chankai-ao3]

by xPoros

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Words: 427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: EXO (Band), ATEEZ (Band), VICTON (Band), A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, TWICE (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), SuperM (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), SHINee, SEVENTEEN (Band), ONEUS (Band), Monsta X (Band), MCND (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), GOT7, (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW (Band), NCT (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongin | Kai, Oh Sehun, Kim Junmyeon | Suho, Kim Minseok | Xiumin, Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongdae | Chen, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay, Do Kyungsoo | D.O, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Han Seungwoo, Kang Seungsik, Choi Byungchan, Heo Chan, Im Sejun, Jung Subin, Do Hanse, Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan, Park Junhee | Jun, Kang Yuchan | Chan, Lee Donghun, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Im Nayeon, Park Jisoo | Jihyo, Myoui Mina, Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana, Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Chou Tzuyu, Yoo Jeongyeon, Huening Kai, Kang Taehyun, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Lee Taeyong, Lee Taemin, Mark Lee (NCT), Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten, Wong Yuk Hei | Lucas, Hwang Hyunjin, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Kim Seungmin, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum | Key, Lee Jinki | Onew, Kim Jonghyun (SHINee), Yoon Jeonghan, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi, Lee Chan | Dino, Lee Seokmin | DK, Xu Ming Hao | The8, Jeon Wonwoo, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Wen Jun Hui | Jun, Hong Jisoo | Joshua, Kim Mingyu, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Boo Seungkwan, Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Kim Youngjo | Ravn, Lee Seoho, Son Dongju | Xion, Lee Keonhee, Lee Hoseok | Wonho, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X), Im Changkyun | I.M, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon, Song Minjae (MCND), Son Seongjun | Castle J, Nam Seungmin | BIC, No Huijun, Bang Junhyuk | Win, Jennie Kim, Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Park Chaeyoung | Rosé, Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), Jackson Wang, Im Jaebum | JB, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Kim Yugyeom, Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae, Jeon Soyeon, Song Yuqi, Seo Soojin, Yeh Shuhua, Cho Miyeon, Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Park Jiwon | E:U, Wang Yiren (EVERGLOW), Heo Yoorim | Aisha, Kim Sihyeon, Han Eunji | Mia, Jo Serim | Onda, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun, Park Jisung (NCT), Na Jaemin, Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Jeno, Kim Jungwoo (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Zhong Chen Le, Dong Si Cheng | WinWin, Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung, Huang Ren Jun, Moon Taeil, Qian Kun, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery, Jin Yangyang, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun

Relationships: Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin | Kai/Park Chanyeol, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Han Seungwoo/Kang Seungsik, Kim Byeongkwan/Kim Sehyoon | Wow, Kim Byeongkwan/Park Junhee | Jun, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Kim Jongin | Kai/Lee Taemin, Hwang Hyunjin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Minho/Lee Taemin, Lee Jihoon | Woozi/Yoon Jeonghan, Song Mingi/Yeo Hwanwoong, Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Yeo Hwanwoong, Im Changkyun | I.M/Yoo Kihyun

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, PWP without Porn, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, Crossover, OT3, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Social Media, Furry, Incest, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst with a Bad Ending, Violence, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Warfare, Drama, Family Drama, Romance, Canon Compliant, alternative universe, reader - Freeform