#kpop scenaios

[sincerelyrki]

tequila & lime

Heeseung only loved two things in his life. One was you, and the other was the taste of you.

pairing : exbf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : drinking. rich boy! heeseung. mentions of killing people. kissing. suggestive. not proofread but it’s grammar approved TT.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : disappeared for a few days but i’m back🤞 anyways tequila is the only like… slightly good alcohol so it’s mine and my friends go to. i’ve had this in my head since i went out on friday and i finally found time to write it ^^

perm written taglist : @vousty

In a twisted way, you were to Heeseung what a lime was to tequila.

There was something about you, something he’d never seen in anyone else. His nights were filled with the shades of you, the neon lights blinding him as your alluring eyes blinked up at him.

He would drown in your attention, his eyes closing as you raised your wrist towards his open lips, the salt coating his mouth as you tilted his tequila back. 

You’d be ready for his sour fill, the lime tucked between your lips as you used his hair to pull his face towards yours.

He’d keep eye contact as his lips closed against yours, the zest of the lime bitter on your tongue as he pulled it into his own.

His lips would leave yours for a minute, his teeth pressing down on the now sweet fruit, the peel falling to the ground as his hand wrapped around your neck.

But that was before. 

Heeseung glared at you from across the room, his eyes burning as he watched the way you twirled your hair at the man above you.

Your knees sat crossed against each other, white knee-high socks glowing under the LEDs. Your back was leaned against the wall, plush thighs pressed between you as you sat on top of one of the pull-up tables. 

His teeth ground together the longer he watched, a stale taste replacing the sour shot he had taken minutes ago. The burn of the tequila was rougher than usual, the lime tasting bitter without the taste of your lips mixing with it. 

Heeseung could tell that you were aware of his gaze, the lime between your fingers being the telltale sign. The betrayal was stronger with the alcohol flowing through his body, it hurt almost as bad as it did the day he called your relationship off.

He gave into the expectations of the people around him, their sunglasses covering their faces as their Mercedes roared with life.

He broke it off with you soon after everyone had found out. And in the process, he lost the one thing he’d ever truly loved, well besides his tequila.

But even now, he hated it more than anything.

The glass from his hand shattered across the floor, his expensive shoes crushing the pieces even more as he stomped toward you.

His hand squeezed around the man’s shoulder, his elbow drawing back as he tugged him away from you. His other hand pulled back, his lips pulling into a satisfying smile at the loud crack that sounded from where his fist met the man's nose.

“Say aah.” Heeseung pressed his fingers against the bottom of your jaw, his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to follow his orders.

Your lips dropped open at his words, the lime falling from your tongue as he used his hold on your face to tilt your head down. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his face nearing yours to press a small kiss against your earlobe, “don’t try that again.”

Heeseung purposely blew cool hair against your sensitive skin, his lips moving down to lightly touch against your neck. “I’ll kill him next time.” 

Goosebumps spread along your body as your ex placed a single peck against your like point, fingers curling in your lap as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

For weeks you tried so hard to hate the man, your friend's angry nags tuning out the second the memories of him came back.

You knew him better than anyone else, which was why you were able to tell that he was lying to you.

He told you that he never felt anything for you, that you were nothing but a warm embrace that he could fall into whenever he felt like it.

He wasn’t a very good liar, nor a good boyfriend. You could tell he was embarrassed by you, the secrecy and excuses add up. 

But right now, you couldn’t recognize him at all.

Heeseung had never been the type of person to start fights, but he also wasn’t the type to drink himself into a blackout.

But things have changed since he’d last talked to you, he was spiralling.

Heeseung ignored the looks getting shot at him from around the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he reached over to grab a new lime wedge.

He raised it to your lips, hovering as he waited for you to open your mouth for him.

He clicked his tongue as you stayed frozen, rolling his eyes as he used his thumb to pry your lips apart. “Bite down on it.” He shot you a sly smirk as you followed his orders.

He lifted the salt shaker towards you, the cold lid against your collarbones only setting the mood even more. 

He trailed a line of salt along one side of your collarbone, winking at you before he placed the shot of tequila back into your hands. 

His hands fisted your shorts as his tongue pressed against your soft skin, the salt mixing with the smell of your perfume causing his mind to go into overdrive.

His head tilted back as he controlled your wrist to go up towards his mouth, his mouth open as he poured the shot into his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as Heeseung didn’t swallow, the tequila still in his mouth as he connected his lips with yours. 

He swished the liquid into your mouth, his tongue pushing the line between his teeth as he bit down into it.

He knew that the lime no longer served its purpose as a chaser, but there was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

“Swallow it.” His lips barely left yours, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed down the remains. 

“Let me see.” you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out to show that you had swallowed everything. 

Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands pressing against your back as he held your body tight against him.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” At your nod Heeseung picked you up from the table, your feet barely reaching the ground before he began pulling you through the crowd.

His hands were taught, his restraint nearing its end the longer he waited for your touch. He could feel your fingernails against the back of his hands, his back lighting up in a phantom pain as he remembered the way you would paint his back with long lines of red.

Heeseung wasn’t going to let you go again, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d kill someone for touching you. 

[rvnjun]

nct dream reacts: giving you a hickey

Warnings: Hickeys. Chenle and Jisung are involved. 

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Yes I have Chenle and Jisung in this. If you don’t feel comfortable with that then either don’t read this or skip over theirs. I added them because I do feel comfortable writing about them with hickeys because they are just hickeys. Please don’t send me hate or anything over this

Not proofread 

Mark

With Mark busy with practice and record by so often it felt like you never got to see him. So the little moments that you did have together were more than special to the both of you. One night your makeout session got a little heated. You ended up pinned down on Mark’s bed with him hovering over you. He placed sloppy hot kisses on your neck, sucking lightly every once and awhile. When he pulled away and finally placed a kiss back on your lips neither of you paid attention to your neck. In fact, you didn’t notice until you met up with you friend for class.

She would try and help you cover it up while you stood there, embarrassed.

“Mark did you know that you left me these?” You’d send him a photo of all the love bites that decorated your neck.

Mark was totally panicking while not knowing if you were mad or you liked them.

He would simply send “looks better than I thought😏,” and hope for the best.

After a few seconds thought he would quickly add “I’m so so so sorry.”

Renjun

I feel like Renjun would secretly love the idea of giving you a hickey. One night as you were cuddling and watching a movie Renjun decided to place kisses on your exposed neck. You giggled and exposed your neck even more for him and the idea came into his head. He carefully gave you more kisses but this time me made sure they would come out at hickeys.

Once he was done and he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile proudly at his work. Small and easy to cover hickeys were up and down your neck. Renjun would pull you into him and place a intense kiss on your lips.

“I suggest you go look in a mirror,” he mumbled while pulling away. You gave him this knowing look before quickly going to check it out.

“Huang Renjun! Couldn’t you have put these in a easier to hide place!” You’d yell while secretly enjoying the look of them

Jeno

Jeno would genuinely not mean to give you hickeys. He was just messing around and placing kisses along your collarbone. When he pulled away and saw them he would blink in confusion before what he did dawned on him. Jeno would probably apologize right away causing you confusion. He would explain to you what you did and you would probably freak out before explaining that you could hide it. 

However, Jeno would actually like the look of the hickey on you and would secretly be hoping that you let him give you another one, one where he would actually focus on giving it to you. 

“Y/n can I try and give you a better one?” he would cutely ask. At first you were like ‘no’ but seeing his eyes made you question it. After a few seconds of thought you would reply 

“As long as its in a place where I can hide it.”

Haechan

Haechan had seen a few aesthetic hickey photos while he was browsing the internet. This definitely inspired him and made him want to try and give you some. Which is how you ended up with him straddling you, working on your neck. His lips felt hot against your skin, every place he touched left your skin burning. 

Once he pulled away he smiled proudly at the sight. Right on your neck a noticeable hickey and few smaller ones. Haechan would stare at it in awe, he had fun making it

“Baby how mad would you be if I gave you a hickey?” he whispered in your ear. You would think for a moment before replying 

“It matters how easy to hide it is,” you answered while moving him so you could look in his eyes. 

Haechan nodded his head and gave you a devilish smirk “Uh huh, we have a problem there. Unless you wear turtlenecks for awhile I doubt you'll be able to hide it!” 

Jaemin 

Jaemins arms were on either side of your head, trapping you below him in an intoxicating cocoon of his cologne. His lips were pressed against your neck and collarbone leaving behind a trial of kisses as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. 

“Jaemin,” you mumbled when you managed to catch sight of the time. Jaemin pulled away causing you to giggle at his slightly swollen lips. “I have to go home,” you said while gesturing towards the clock. 

His eyes trailed from your face to your neck where he smirked “You might want to tell them you're staying at a friends tonight so we can try and take care of those,” his cold fingers trailed over your neck. Without even needing to know what he was meaning you sighed and smiled back at him 

“Youre annoying sometimes you know that, right?” you joked. 

“Dont act like you didnt like it,” he bit back causing your cheeks to flame up.

Chenle

“Woah,” Chenle said as his fingers brushed against the light red mark on your neck. He peered closer at the mark, rather impressed with himself since he didn't think he could ever give a hickey. You nodded your head and pulled your sweater back up 

“I don't think anyone has noticed but me,” you said while sitting back on his bed. Chenle slightly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as he remembered your cuddle session last night, he simply peppered your neck with kisses not realizing what he had done. 

“Oh hey Y/n,,,,is,,is that a hickey?” Renjun asked as he entered the room. Immediately Chenle and you started to protest saying that it was a bruise but your flustered faces and tone gave it away. 

“Hey everyone! Chenle gave Y/n a hickey,” Renjun yelled while running out of the room and into the living room where all the boys were. You gave Chenle a deadpan look and sighed “Chenle,” you sternly said causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

Jisung

Giving you a hickey was something Jisung had never done before and certainly wasn't something he ever intended to do. However one night you guys had a pretty intense make out session, at least intense for the both of you. He didn't know that he left hickeys on you and you didn't even know that you had them.

Once you got home your mom immediately noticed. She stared at you with her mouth agape, “Y/n!” she yelled while approaching you. You stared at her while confused, she tilted your head to the side to get a better look. Although you couldn't see what she was staring at you figured you knew. 

“I didn't know,” you quickly said. Your mom started to laugh and clap her hands. 

“Lets put a warm rag on it and try to make it go down before your father sees,” she said while having you follow her into the restroom. You used your phone camera to take a picture and send it to Jisung. 

“Look what you gave me,” you captioned while eagerly awaiting his response. What's Jisung saw it his mouth fell open and he stared at the photo for a good 5 minutes before saving it and finally replying “looks cool🤔”

[multiphandomunnies]

Sleep-walking||Handong

A/N: It’s finally here! Thank you for waiting this long. Please tell me your thoughts and opinions after reading and check the masterlist for a teaser of the next chapter. Chaeyoung’s journal won’t be updated this time... you’ll see why 

Warnings: Nothing much as usual, maybe a bit more creepy because a big part takes place in the house. 

Admin: Heather

Words: 5.383 (I got really into it ^-^)

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Just remember as many details as you can. Avoid Jiu and others. Don’t get into trouble.

You walked through the hallways, trying to memorize every room. It was Chaeyoung’s idea to get some information before heading straight to the mansion. She had to physically hold you back from running to the location right after finding the newspaper. It was probably a smart move. Getting lost in here would be a terrible idea.

A loud thud echoed through the hall. It seemed to be far from you though. At least far enough to give you some time to escape. Best case scenario: that’s just wind slamming some door, worst case scenario: Jiu was close and waiting to snap your neck in half or something like that. Maybe not that violent, Jiu has been relatively calm so far. Just some horrifying threats here and there. If someone was to jump you, it was Sua. Hopefully she was busy straddling another helpless person in their dreams.

Another bang could be heard, making you stop in your tracks. It was probably some kind of a lame trap to lure you in that direction in hope that you will rush there like an idiot. Well, if it was true, the girls were genius, because you found yourself following the sound. You couldn’t die in a dream after all. At least you hoped so. Third noise boomed, much closer to you. This probably meant you were heading towards its source. Great. Research was boring anyway. Chaeyoung was probably going to kill you for this, but for now everything was fine. And then you heard piano music.

You turned around. Someone was playing the piano. On the other side of the house. In the middle of the night. In Dreamworld. Nothing suspicious about that. You were captivated by the tune. Whoever was playing, knew what they were doing. Maybe you should check this out? The banging wasn’t audible anymore. You started moving towards the music and heard something swish behind your back. You looked behind

“And then I woke up.” you complained to Chaeyoung. “I hate when this happens.”

Your friend nodded and scribbled something in her notes. Anything could be a useful piece of evidence. She bore the fact that you got distracted. You had a rough concept of the house in your memory.

“Maybe there’s something they want to hide from you.” Chaeyoung inquired. “You probably didn’t wake up on your own. Do you remember that hallway?”

You nodded in confirmation and got ready to leave the bus. According to the map, you just had to walk for a mile to get to the mansion. It was a longer way, but you wanted to go through the forest. Visiting that place was nerve wracking even without getting lost in the woods, but you wanted to check if everything matched with the setting of your dreams. After a long research, you found some information about a paranormal investigator who was supposed to solve one of his cases here. Before he disappeared of course.

“As I’ll ever be.” You answered with a sigh. “Are you sure though? You don’t have to come with me, it’s my mess.”

“Yeah and you’re my mess.” Your friend replied like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Stop moping and let’s do this thing, dork.” You smiled at her antics. Chaeyoung has been giving you endless amount of support this few weeks and you couldn’t even imagine what would happen without her by your side.

“Alright, let’s go.” You commanded and started walking. The sun was getting lower with every second and neither of you wanted to stay there after dusk. 

The forest looked less mysterious than in your dreams. The sun was shining, making it easy to see the way. You kept looking around and Chaeyoung focused on the map. Searching for clues here seemed pointless, but you could never be too cautious. Something important could be here and missing it would be a huge loss.

“Anything familiar?” Chaeyoung prompted. “We’re halfway through.” 

You tried looking harder, but nothing. The place when Sua was kept was nowhere in sight. Neither was the bench when you talked to Siyeon. It must have been the wrong part of the woods or the setting was different in the Dreamworld. You just have looked bummed, cause Chaeyoung patted your back.

“Don’t worry. The forest is pretty big, and we can still find something in the house.”

Hopefully you wouldn’t bump straight into other girls or other horrifying things. Or a serial killer who may coincidentally use the abandoned place as a hideout. Could be harder to overpower than a group of teenage girls.

You reached the mansion much faster than expected. To be honest, you were both dreading and anticipating finally getting to this place. You’ve never seen it from the outside, but somehow you just knew that this was it. There was something unsettling about it.

“I have to admit… this is amazing.” Chaeyoung stated and you couldn’t agree more. The building looked very majestic and impressive. But it was obvious that many decades have passed since its best days. The walls were faded and dull due to the paint job being neglected years ago. Surprisingly, none of the windows were broken or boarded up. Abandoned places were usually an easy target for robbers or bored teenagers, but this house was still standing undamaged.

“Y/N.” your friend nudged you gently. “We should probably start.”

You nodded and approached the massive gate. It looked heavy and for a second you were worried. Of course you were prepared for the gate to be sealed and were ready to climb the fence if necessary. But it might be harder than it seemed, because the entrance was visibly tall. Maybe you should toss Chaeyoung over it like a frisbee?

“Okay, that’s unexpected.” she suddenly stated and for a moment you thought that she read your mind and heard the idea about throwing her over the fence. But then you looked at the gate.

“Open.” you said. “The gate is open.”

In normal circumstances you could consider it a lucky coincidence, but in your current situation it seemed more like a trap.

“You think they are here?” Chaeyoung asked and you shook your head.

“None of the ones we know about.” you checked their schedules before coming here. Jiu had a student council meeting, Sua was cheering at the football game and Siyeon had practice with the band. “Maybe it’s the guy.”

“He seems so shady to me.” Chaeyoung frowned. “He took this whole case and left without a word.”

Ever since you read about Jo Dong-hyuk, a famous paranormal investigator, Chaeyoung was convinced that he blew the case and fled the scene out of shame. You didn’t want to scare her with your speculations, so you kept quiet, but you suspected that his disappearance had a different cause.

“Well, thanks to that dumbass we can enter.” she shrugged and pushed the heavy gate a little more. You followed her and started walking towards the mansion. The closer you got, the more uneasy you felt. However, you pushed that feeling away. Anyone would be stressed while trespassing an abandoned property. But still, something was off and kept bothering you.

When you got to the door, you noticed it was unlocked. You both stopped and looked at each other, wordlessly asking the same question. Chaeyoung leaned closer to the lock and examined it.

“Looks like it was picked.” She announced. “They probably didn’t have the key, so Dong-hyuk had to open it by force. And he did a great job I must say. That guy is a pro.”

You nodded. This was convincing and reasonable, but something was still off. You probably just needed to do what you needed to and leave.

Chaeyoung pushed the door and slid inside, disappearing in the darkness inside. You pushed away all the doubts and forced yourself to take a step forward. Something in your head was still pounding the alarm and telling you to run. It felt as if someone was following your every move and sensing your doubts. However, nothing caught your attention when you looked behind. Gathering your thoughts together, you finally entered the house.

”My god.” You whispered, looking around. You were unable to say more.

”Is this it?” Chaeyoung asked, opening her notebook. You nodded absentmindedly as your eyes darted around the room. You never really paid attention to the setting of your nightmares, so it was hard to stop yourself from staring.

Unkept from the outside house haven’t aged a day on the inside. The only things betraying its age were old-fashioned design and dulled colors. Everything seemed untouched as if waiting for being used again. Like the time stopped here. Like everything fell asleep and was waiting to be awaken again.

”What exactly are we looking for?” your friend interrupted the serene silence and looked at you expectedly. ”I don’t want to push you, but we should decide on our approach and get out as soon as possible. This place isn’t normal.”

She was right, you didn’t have much time. You looked at the stairs and you could swear you noticed a couple girls running down. It took a millisecond and suddenly the only thing left was the lingering sound of their soft laughter.

”Y/N?”

“You’re right, Chae.” You looked at her with a smile. “It’s not a normal place.”

                                                                     The mansion turned out to be much bigger than expected. Searching through the ground floor took you more than two hours and you still had first floor and the attic left. Unfortunately, you didn’t find much information about the girls and their relation to your dreams. Chaeyoung was noting anyway in order to not miss any important detail that could be useful in the future.

The sky started turning gray, but the sun was still up. You climbed up the stairs to look for more clues. This floor has been turned into the hotel. Every door had a room number above. Looking through all of them could take ages, especially if you didn’t really know what to look for. Chaeyoung seemed to agree with your way of thinking.

”So what now?” she asked. “Should we split up or something?”

You glanced at her. For someone so tiny, she was extremely brave. Wandering alone through these halls didn’t seem like an appealing perspective, but she didn’t even bat an eye. You felt even more grateful for her support.

“I will go right, you check on the left.” You decided and she saluted before going in the direction you suggested.

To be honest you were kind of starting to lose hope. Sure, Chaeyoung made tons of notes, but your investigation was still stuck in one place. The door looked identical and most of them were locked. If anything deserved your attention, you didn’t notice it.

You looked through one of the hallway windows. It was getting darker with every minute, but the sun was still visible. Maybe you could stay here for a while and go back home- you flinched. Something just appeared for a quick moment in the window. You stared at the glass, but nothing happened. Maybe something flew by. Or you were just too tired.

“Y/N!” Chaeyoung called from behind you. “Come here, you should check that out!”

You quickly went back to join her. Did she find something useful? Maybe that night wasn’t fruitless after all.

“What do you think?” your friend asked as soon as she noticed you.

“Oh man…” you muttered in shock.

Right in from of you was an open room. Well, open wasn’t the best word. The door has been bashed by someone and opened by force. It didn’t look like the clean lock picking you admired back at the front door.

“This might be what we’re looking for.” You whispered and moved towards the door, but a strong grip stopped you.

“Or a trap.” Chaeyoung noted. “We should be careful.”

You nodded, barely listening to her rational advice and went in. Fortunately, no one was here. But someone clearly visited this place before. Tons of feathers were in the air, falling around you like snowflakes. Once again you heard cheerful, girly laughter and some chatting. You couldn’t distinguish any specific words, but you could feel it was just typical girly stuff. It made you feel safe, comfortable and warm. There was something peaceful about this-

“Y/N!” your eyes darted to Chaeyoung.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong with you? You keep standing there like a moron, smiling to yourself and ignoring my questions.”

You must have stared at her dumbly, because she snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“Dude!” she called. “Seriously, are you okay?”

You were the only ones here. No one else. No girls. No feathers. No laughter.

“I’m fine.” You answered shortly and rubbed your eyes. Still nothing. “Can you repeat?”

Her expression looked unsure and worried, but she nodded slowly.

“Do you recognize all of them?”

You looked at the picture she pointed to. It was a shot of seven girls in white clothing. They were looking straight into the camera. You could see Jiu, Sua, Siyeon and Yoohyeon.

“Only the ones I met.” You answered. “One of them is probably Gahyeon, they mentioned her before.”

Chaeyoung wrote that down and looked around the room once again.

“I don’t think there’s anything useful here. Should we go back?”

You checked the sky through a window. It was almost dark, but still early enough to search for another couple minutes. Your reflection in the glass flickered. You blinked and looked closely again. It wasn’t very clear, but something seemed wrong. Maybe it was the light, but your clothing looked much brighter in the window.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Chaeyoung seemed more concerned with every minute.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You assured. “But I haven’t finished checking the corridor. Can we have a quick look?”

She sighed, but motioned towards the door.

“After you.”

                                                       You couldn’t believe this. It was almost too good to be true. After the whole uneventful afternoon, you finally found a lead. Well, lead was an understatement.

“Okay. That is impressive.” Your friend admitted.

The whole room was covered in pieces of paper. Most of them were torn and have probably been ripped from the books that were lying around. But among all this mess were tons of notes and evidence about the case. Dong-hyuk clearly worked here for some time, before something happened and interrupted his investigation.

“We have to read it!” you cheered. “Everything. He did so much work. We will find something. We have to!”

Your eyes spotted a printed version of the picture in the previous room. Some faces were circled with a pencil and connected to other notes and some numbers. That was it. You finally knew that something has been really going on. That you weren’t crazy or hallucinating. And then you saw a face in the mirror.

“What?” you whispered to yourself and examined the reflective surface. Nothing unusual. You must have been tired.

“Maybe we can return later.” Chaeyoung suggested, flipping the pages and packing them into her bag. “There’s a lot of stuff to check. And it’s really late.”

“No, no, it’s fine. He may come back tomorrow and take everything. And we can’t let that happen!”

She mumbled something about you being crazy and continued reading the notes. You turned back to the mirror. Still just your face. Same as usual. Except it was not. Not at all. Wait!

“Did you see that?!” you yelped and Chaeyoung’s head snapped in your direction. She approached you with a concerned look on her face. “Someone was there.”

“Yeah… maybe your reflection?” she probably tried not to make you feel like an idiot, but it didn’t work. “Seriously, Y/N, we should leave.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“You are seeing things!”

“Not things.” You defended yourself. “People.”

“Like that’s any better!”

Maybe she had a point, but you weren’t leaving before finding more information. Something to make things clearer. To help you understand. To reward all these sleepless nights. To solve the case once and for all.

Y/N this is getting really unhealthy.” She tried to reason. “You haven’t slept properly in weeks.”

“What are you trying to suggest?” Your voice got slightly louder than necessary. “That I lost my mind?”

“I’m just saying that your judgement might be a bit… clouded.”

“Excuse me?!”

Chaeyoung sighed and looked at you sadly.

“I don’t want to fight.” She warned. “But ever since you overheard Siyeon and Sua-

“Bora.” You interrupted harshly.

“What?”

“Her name. Is Bora.”

Your friend was silent for a moment. Like she couldn’t understand something.

“You’re getting attached to them.

“What? No!” you argued. “They are my literal nightmares, Chae! I’m in this whole mess because of them. How could I- I’m not- It’s not what it looks like!”

Your outbursts must have looked pathetic, but you didn’t really care. You didn’t even know these girls. How could Chaeyoung suggest that you cared for them? Maybe there was something in the way Siyeon confided in the other girl. How vulnerable they seemed together. It was probably an act though… but was it really?

“Look, you got really involved in this. And I get it, but-“

“No, you don’t! You don’t get it!” you yelled and sighed. “You will never get it.”

Chaeyoung looked startled by your outburst, but as you finished talking, her expression hardened.

“Fine.” She simply said, looking you in the eye. “Guess you don’t need my help anymore.”

Casting one last look at you, she left the room. You could hear her steps getting further away and descending the stairs. And then you were alone in the silent mansion. Realization was slowly sinking in as you took in everything that just happened.

“Dammit!” you cried and banged the wall with your open hand. It didn’t help, but you could swear you heard something. Like a gasp. Chaeyoung was probably right, you were exhausted. But that didn’t mean she could act like she knew better than you. You looked through the window. The sun was completely gone, but some rays still lingered on the sky, covering it with a red hue. You would have to leave soon.

Every attempt to look through Dong-hyuk’s evidence was too overwhelming. Your eyes burned and you couldn’t focus on reading his handwriting. Nothing made any sense and words just didn’t seem to fit together. Pictures weren’t much better. Different shots of the rooms in the mansion and some specific furniture. It was probably something important, but you just couldn’t dwell on that now.

“This is pointless.” You mumbled to yourself and decided to go back home. Thankfully, your parents were out of town running some errands. You were glad that there was no interrogation waiting for you.

Going back towards the stairs, you thought about everything that happened today. Fighting with Chaeyoung was always upsetting, but this time it really messed you up. You had no idea why the mention of other girls made you act so defensively. Was it about all of them? Just Sua or Bora or whatever her name really was? Since when you cared about her anyway. Yeah, she was pretty and had amazing laugh and personality. But she was a straddling, nightmare creature of the night for crying out loud.

Thinking about this almost made you miss something lying on the floor. Something white. A feather. A freaking feather. You lowered yourself down and touched it with a shaky hand. Yup, a feather. Real one. This was happening. Another one lied a meter away from you. Like a hidden path. You stood up and followed it, ignoring the black spots in front of your eyes from standing too fast.

“Of course.” You whispered when the trail ended in front of the damaged door. Entering the room seemed like a bad idea, but it was impossible for anyone to be here. You would have heard them. So you pushed the door and went in. Feathers were everywhere, falling around like before. Faint voices were still here, getting a bit louder the longer you stayed here. Once again, you felt warm and comfortable. Like somebody embraced you in a blanket. It was kind of like falling asleep after a long day filled with work, wait!

No falling asleep here! It was an obvious set up. A trap. Oh no, no. You couldn’t. You were starting to feel drowsy, your vision blurry. You had to fight it. But it was hard. Too hard. Impossible. But you had to. And you couldn’t. The last thing you thought about before succumbing to this feeling was that Chaeyoung was right all along.

Everything calmed down. No feathers. No voices. It was normal. But you somehow knew that you weren’t in the mansion anymore. At least not consciously. This was the Dreamworld. Fantastic. You were asleep in this house. All alone. You could just hope than nobody would come there. Waking up was impossible in your current exhausted state, so you decided to look around here.

Something wasn’t right though. It was a dream, but it didn’t feel familiar. As if you were in a different place than usual. Which was bizarre, because you were definitely in that house. You couldn’t stop feeling uneasy. The corridor looked the same. You walked towards the former workplace of Dong-hyuk. It was untouched. No papers or destroyed books in sight. It was probably the same as it was before the investigator started his case. Maybe the Dreamworld wasn’t an exact replica of reality.

However as you descended the stairs, you started noticing other things. It was much darker than usually. And it wasn’t because of the weather. It seemed like every room was covered in a dim blue light, giving the house an eerie vibe. Was it always that way? You never really noticed that, but it was reasonable when trying to run away from Jiu.

Something crashed in one of the rooms and you turned that way. That wasn’t new, but still concerning. Confronting one of the girls now wasn’t the best idea. Not when your body was exposed in their freaking home.

“Hello?” you asked, cursing yourself for acting like a hero of some dumb horror movie. As if the murdered would answer if they were there.

More noises were heard as something spilled on the floor. A couple glass beads rolled through the hall. Someone was there and wanted to meet you. Very extra way to announce one’s presence. That meant you shouldn’t go that way. Which was exactly what you did. It was a dream after all. You couldn’t die. In theory. Nobody knew in this place.

With a heart banging in your chest, you slowly crept in the direction the beads came from. It seemed to lead towards the living room. You remembered the layout of everything, so if anything happened, you could always run away. The thought reminded you of the good old days of running away from Jiu. You pushed it away. You had to focus right now, anything could be waiting there. A monster, a giant squid, a giant monster squid…

You didn’t expect to see a girl. You probably should have though. It was way more reasonable than any of your theories. What would a squid do there for crying out loud? The beautiful stranger wasn’t any of the girls you saw before. Could that be Gahyeon? Or Dami if she was involved in any of this?

She was sitting in the corner of the room, surrounded by old looking books, some photos and burned out candles. A giant spiderweb was draped above her head and in front of her, as she looked around helplessly. She was probably trapped and needed help. Your help of course as no one else was here. You noticed a knocked over container that has been probably filled with the beads before she dropped it. Was she unable to use her voice?

Helping her could have a wide variety of consequences. Sua also needed saving once and it ended... interestingly. This girl could be your enemy as well as a valuable source of information. She didn’t look dangerous, but Jiu also had a face of an angel and Sua was tiny. You learned the hard way that underestimated someone because of their appearance was stupid. You had to be careful around this girl. Just as you debated whether to show yourself, she broke the silence.

“I can see you.” Her voice was low and quiet. She seemed to be perfectly calm, but a slight shake betrayed her. She must have wanted to be free again “Are you the one the girls were talking about?”

“They know you’re here?” Maybe she wasn’t a part of their group after all. Could she be their prisoner? But the girl shook her head.

“No, they would have saved me by now.” She seemed to be completely sure about that and it made something click in your brain. You heard about that girl before.

“Wait, you must be the one Sua and Siyeon were talking about! The one who disappeared.”

If she was surprised that you mentioned her friends, she didn’t show it. The only thing she did was nod.

“Yes...” She sighed. “It was frustrating to hear them talking about me, searching and getting nothing.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Are you trapped in Dreamworld? Are we even in Dreamworld right now?” The questions fired from your mouth one by one as you looked at her. It didn’t make sense for her to be close enough to hear others and not alarming them.

“Kind of. You entered my dream. The others searched for me in Dreamworld.”

That was new. So the Dreamworld was a collective space for people, but you still maintained your own dreams?

“If they couldn’t even see you, why am I able to talk to you?”

She looked at you carefully. As if she was judging if it was safe to trust you. Considering her position, it was completely reasonable. You could turn out to be a minion of whoever captured her.

“I’m Y/N.” you introduced yourself to make her feel less uneasy. “I really want to help you, but I can barely understand what’s going on.” A soft, but careful smile ghosted her lips after you finished.

“My name is Handong.” I couldn’t interact with the girls, because of the circumstances. This trap allowed me to use my power in a restricted way.”

“Your power?” you interrupted.

“I can see anything that’s happening in the Dreamworld using mirrors or.”

“Windows! I saw you today.” she nodded. So you weren’t insane. It was just Handong trying to get your attention. “Why couldn’t my friend to that?”

“She has no connection to Dreamworld. And my friends have one that is too strong. You are in between, so it’s easier to influence you. Pulling you in here didn’t require that much work.”

Her words made sense. Also, it explained why Siyeon could teleport you without any problem. You had many more questions for Handong, but you remembered that in the real world, you were sleeping in an abandoned mansion. And you had no idea what time it was. You could wake up any minute and leave her here all alone.

“How can I free you?” you asked. “And when I do, will you tell me more about everything? My head will explode from confusion soon.”

Handong smiled again and nodded. It seemed genuine and made you believe her. There was something comforting about her presence and attitude. My god, were you developing another hopeless crush on a mysterious nightmare girl?

“My photo lies in the pile over there. It was used to trap me.” She motioned it with her head. “Hand it over to me and I will take care of the rest.”

You searched through the pictures. You couldn’t recognize people from most of them, some looked familiar and some seemed to be very old. Eventually, you found a small photo of Handong. She looked stunning, but you decided not to think about her looks too much. Keep it professional. Just business. You put it in her hand and almost fainted when your fingers brushed. She smiled at you once again and it was even more dazzling than before.

“Thank you.” She whispered as the photo burned.

When you entered the cafeteria the next day, Handong was sitting with some girls near the entrance. You smiled a bit and blushed when she noticed you. Remembering your talk filled you with hope. Another person could help you discover the truth. It was already morning when you woke up from the dream rescue. Somehow you managed to land on a relatively comfortable surface before passing out and nothing bad happened when you were asleep. The mansion must have been safer than you thought.

You sat with a few students from your class. Elkie greeted you happily and offered one of the cookies she and her mother baked the day before. You took it gratefully, hungry from not eating anything since yesterday. Tzuyu asked you about homework and you started explaining it to her. It occupied your mind and took your attention away from the night’s events. Your moment of peace was interrupted by a loud crash.

You looked up and saw an extremely angry looking Siyeon standing up from her place next to Sua. She stormed out of the cafeteria, passing a terrified freshman standing next to a pile of food. Siyeon must have thrown her plate in his direction. Sua took their bags and quickly followed her friend. Other students started whispering about the event. Your eyes found Jiu, who was sitting with other seniors and looked at the door with furrowed brows. The table next to her was occupied by the photography club when Chaeyoung sat with her friend. Her eyes met yours and she quickly averted her gaze. You will have to deal with it later.

“Y/N.” a soft, but serious voice called you. Handong was standing next to you. “Can we talk?”

You nodded and followed her to the door. She probably knew what made Siyeon so angry. Chaeyoung’s glare burned holes in your back, but you ignored it for now.

“What happened?” you asked when Handong led you to an empty classroom. The girl sighed and shot you a conflicted look.

“I know you probably have many questions, but listen to me first.” She sounded extremely serious, so you nodded without saying anything. Whatever made Siyeon react like that must have been very serious. She didn’t seem like the type to get furious easily. “Don’t go back to the house. Don’t do anything in Dreamworld. Don’t even talk to us.”

“What?!” you were shocked. She promised to answer your questions and now she was literally pushing you away. That wasn’t fair. “I can’t do that! How can you say things like that? I set you free from there and now that I’m not useful anymore, you suddenly don’t care-“

“I do care Y/N!” Handong interrupted you. “And that’s exactly why I’m telling you this. I can’t let that happen to you too. Not again. Not like this.”

Her voice was a bit shaky, just like the night before. Siyeon wasn’t the only one affected. Handong was clearly shaken and it made you worry. What was she talking about? Did someone get hurt? It felt wrong to see the girl like this.

“What happened?” you asked again, softer this time. Handong sighed and looked down.

“After you saved me.” She started. “I regained full access to the Dreamworld. I could see everything besides one room. It never happened before. I got suspicious, but I waited for the girls. Bo- Sua came first.”

You didn’t tell her that you already know the other girl’s name.

“We went to see what was wrong and-“ her voice quivered a bit and she took a second to compose herself. You hesitantly took her hand and blushed a bit when she didn’t flinch under your touch.

“She was there, Y/N.”

“Who?”

Handong took another deep breath and her eyes met yours.

“Yoohyeon. We found Yoohyeon.”

[sluttyminghao]

No thoughts head empty, just thinking about cock warming and riding Vernon while he makes music at his studio.

he was frustrated. he had been sitting in the studio for hours and hours with nothing to show for it, and the screwed-up pieces of paper littered at his feet were only irritating him even more. he knew what he had to do and immediately picked up his phone to call you.

"hi baby, im here," you speak into the air, and immediately the door is shut behind you and vernon is dragging you to his chair; a gaming chair with lots of padding thankfully. he removes his sweats and boxers and hikes up your skirt (he requested it specifically since it would take less time to remove)

you sit on his lap and watch him grow hard, your fingers dragging up the length of him and grinning when he twitches and gets harder. once he's hard and his cock is angry red, you shuffle up so that you can slide his cock through your folds.

it takes a while for you to sit comfortably on his cock, but when you do, you both let out a sigh of relief. and it's like a switch flicks in him and the words begin to flow from his mind onto the paper. just feeling your warmth, he can write a million words.

and then you start grinding and shifting up and down, and he loses focus. oh god, does he lose focus. and everything he was thinking of, has now left his brain.

[jenoismydad]

Piercings and Paradise

pairing: Haechan x reader

genre: smut, tit play, piercings, male receiving, tit job

summary: you get a nipple piercing and a small tattoo on your breast and suddenly Haechan can’t keep it in his pants. (but when can he?)

note: i worked pretty hard for this one so i hope you enjoy it. also thank you for 1.4k followers!

requested by @mushymush-hyuck

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“Hyuck I have something to show you!” You called for your boyfriend once you entered your apartment. You heard quick and rushed footsteps as Haechan ran towards you, curiosity and excitement etched on his face. “What is it? Did you get a puppy? If you did then you’re the best girlfriend ever!” You shook your head much to his disappointment and took his hand, leading him towards your bedroom. “Sit down.”, you instructed, motioning towards the bed. Haechan quietly complied, staring up at you expectantly, while you stood in front of him. 

You slowly tugged your t-shirt off, throwing it at Haechan, letting his eyes fall on your bare breasts. His brows nearly shot off his face, mouth falling agape at the sight in front of him. His hand came up instantly, fingers barely brushing over the sliver bar lodged into your nipple before you swatted his hand away. “It hasn’t healed yet, so you can't touch it.” Haechan frowned, a pout settling on his lips while his eyes stayed fixated on the piercing. “Did it hurt?” You nodded,“Yeah. But the pain only lasted a few seconds.” Haechan licked his lips, this time delicately feeling the metal. “How long will it take to heal?”He poked at the making you yelp. You stepped away from him, taking your shirt with you. “A week or two.” Haechan groaned, falling flat on the bed, covering his face with his hands. “How am I not supposed to touch your tits for two weeks?!” You chuckled at his despair, pulling your shirt over your body once again. “You’ll manage.”, you assured him, laying next to him and ruffling his hair. 

“I just had a thought.”, Haechan said, turning to face you, “Won’t your other boob be lonely?” You propped yourself on your elbow. “Why would you think that?”, you asked. Haechan sighed. “Because I’ll be paying a lot more attention to the one with the piercing. As for the other one...well, it’ll get neglected.” You cupped Haechan’s face and smiled at him knowingly. “I knew that would happen. That’s why I got another surprise for you.” 

As soon as the words left your mouth Haechan sat up immediately. “Show it to me! Now!” Haechan squealed and bounced on the bed. You pulled your shirt up from the side, revealing your second surprise to him. Haechan let his fingers graze over the small but intricate design of a cherry and cigarette located at the underside of your unpierced breast. 

“You are literally the coolest, most sexy girlfriend ever!” Haechan beamed happily at you. You were glad that he was pleased with the surprises you had gotten for him and Haechan couldn’t wait to get to have his fun with them. 

Two weeks had officially passed since you had shown Haechan your tattoo and piercing and he was more than excited about it. Finally, after many sloppy hand jobs and blowjobs, not to mention multiple cold, midnight showers, Haechan sat at the edge of the bed, eagerly waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom. A bulge had already formed in his pants, heart thumping against his chest rapidly as he played out all the possible scenarios that were bound to happen soon. After what felt like ages, your head peeked out from behind the bathroom door, slowly followed by your body. You stepped towards Haechan, standing between his legs. His eyes scanned your body, white lace generously highlighting every breathtaking curve of your body. You hadn’t even touched him and he was already on cloud nine.

You pulled his chin up, making him look at you. “Tell me what you want.”, you said. Haechan stared at you lustfully, hands instinctively wrapping around you thighs, pulling your breasts flush against his face. “I need these.”

Haechan pulled the straps of your bra down, impatiently tugging it down your abdomen. You breasts popped free, making Haechan groan. He rubbed his thumb over your piercing, looking at you cautiously before pinching the metal between his fingers. You pursed your lips, eyes allowing him to go on. Every move he made next was careful but experimental. He pinched and tugged at your piercing observing how your brows furrowed with his every action.

Haechan figured that it wasn't hurting anymore, so he latched his tongue onto the piercing and began sucking away. The feeling was just as foreign to him as it was to you. The piercing felt cold on his tongue, a contrast to the warm skin of your breast. Your breaths came out raggedly, hands finding their way to Haechan's hair. His flicked and tweaked your other nipple, refusing to leave it unattended. It was definitely a treat to your eyes, seeing Haechan feast on your breasts so lustfully.

Much to your own displeasure, you stepped away from your boyfriend, admiring how his lips had swollen up from all the nipping and sucking. You dropped to your knees, looking up at Haechan through your lashes. His fingers absentmindedly danced along your breast, ocassionally ghosting over your tattoo. Placing a hand behind his neck, you brought his lips down to your own, tugging at his bottom lip. His tongue brushed against your lips, eager to get a taste of your mouth. You parted you lips letting his tongue run against yours. Hooking your fingers into his pants, you tugged them down along with his boxers.

Haechan pulled away, eyes blown wide open at the feeling of your palm wrapping around his dick. "So hard for me already?", You cooed, running a finger down the prominent vein that ran along his shaft. Haechan let out a soft whimper, a giddy feeling going through his body at your words. You smirked at his reaction, loving the way he let you take control. Haechan shuddered when you licked his tip, fingers digging into the sheets. “Baby! Don’t tease.”, he whined, throwing his head back as you licked a stripe up his dick. You spit on your hand, spreading your saliva along the expanse of his length. Soft breaths left Haechan’s parted lips as you pumped his cock generously. You leaned forward on your knees, bringing your nipple brush to over the tip of his cock, eliciting a low hum from Haechan. Doing the same with your other nipple, you watched as Haechan whimpered slightly at the cool feeling of your piercing on his warm and sensitive tip.

“Do you like that?”, you whispered. Haechan nodded enthusiastically, muttering incoherently. You smirked and collected all your saliva, letting it fall past your lips and land between the valley of your breasts. You rubbed it around with your fingers, coating your chest and settling Haechan’s dick between your breasts. “Are you gonna give me a tit job?”, Haechan asked, bewildered. You didn’t answer, instead grabbing your breasts and hugging them tightly around his cock. You sat up on your heels, slowly raising your body up and bringing it back down. Once you had finally set a rhythm, you increased your pace. Haechan’s eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open as he let out raspy groans and whines at the new sensation. The friction between your tits and his dick burned. You let your spit fall between your breasts once again, helping them slide smoothly against his cock. 

Haechan’s noises grew louder and more desperate as he came closer and closer to his high. His palms pushed deeply into the mattress, head falling back at the immense pleasure he was feeling. Your thighs were burning, your feet on the verge of giving out. But the sounds spilling out of Haechan’s lips only edged you to keep going. He was extremely close and you could feel it. You pushed your tits around his dick tighter than before, chasing his climax. It was’t until his dick throbbed between your tits, that Haechan stood up and pumped himself furiously, moaning freely as his cum spurted out of his dick and fell on your breasts, hot and sticky. You let out a needy moan at the sight, wetness pooling in your panties as Haechan rode out his high. Once he had successfully milked himself of his orgasm, he collapsed on the bed, chest heaving rapidly. “That was amazing!”, he said, propping himself on his elbows. You smiled at him, wiping his cum off your chest. “I’m glad you liked it.” 

“You made me feel so good tonight. It’s only fitting that I return the favour baby.”

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[ncityislove]

The Jury is Out

➳Pairing: Renjun x Reader x Jeno (ft a few other Dreamies)

➳Genre: Angsty fluff but mostly angst lol basically enemies to lovers

➳Word Count: 5K

****STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED

You were used to working with the guy you disposed most in the world on a day to day basis but one day all that changes when you have to work together after school for two weeks. Was it crazy to want to be friends with your enemy? Was it possible to be something...more?

Part 1/5

Second Chapter

Requested? no bc y’all stay sleeping on my mans but anyways

The air is cold and frigid, causing you to zip up your bright yellow fleece jacket. You regret not bringing your coat, which you had left in your locker because you honestly didn't think you'd need to wear one indoors but you didn't account for the chill of the breeze outside to seep through the cracks of the classroom windows.

You clamp your teeth shut in an attempt to prevent them from chattering as you jot down the notes from the PowerPoint on the board. Normally, you'd be way too invested in the lesson to even notice the temperature but you were doing a dissection tomorrow so you had to learn all about the body parts of pigs. Pigs. As if the anatomy of pigs wasn't straight forward enough.

Finally, the lesson neared its end and your anatomy teacher, Mrs. Brookes, clicks off the PowerPoint and you cram your notes into your overflowing folder.

"I've got an announcement, everyone," calls Mrs. Brookes. 

The class halts their movements to hear her speak. 

"The end of the semester is here and that means finals and all that."

The classroom groans in unison.  

"Yes, yes I know! Boo, finals. But! With finals comes the new semester and that means college applications will be due! So, if anyone wants to get a head start on teacher recommendations—"

Your eyes snap across the room to peer at a “certain someone” only to find he was already glaring at you. Huang Renjun was the top of your class—always has been and probably always will be. Unfortunately, that made you second at everything which was unbelievably insufferable. You were smart, always did your work and gave 100% to everything you did but so did he. And he was always just a little bit better—just a little bit smarter than you and it made your blood boil.

You knew your destiny was to be a judge since you were three years old. You dreamt of wearing the flowy black gown and holding that beautiful wooden gabble as the whole courtroom looked to you, knowing the power you held. You wanted to be the best judge there ever was--a fair judge who brought justice to everyone and you had the perfect plan to do it. You would attend Oxford, get your degree in law, be a lawyer for a few years, five or six maximum and go from there. The only problem with that was that Oxford chose only one student from your school every year for their full-ride scholarship and it just so happened that the student at the top of your class wanted to go there too.

To put the cherry on top, Renjun also hated your guts. He made your life a living hell and often times he’d go out of his way to do so. You can’t remember when the spiteful behavior began but it had been so long it was comfortable. Sometime in middle school he’d had his sight set on you and you haven’t had a peaceful day since.

You shake away your disgruntled thoughts, bringing your attention back to Mrs. Brookes.

"I'd be glad to help out!" Mrs. Brookes smiles. "It would be nice to start now so I won't have to write one-hundred-thirty-two letters at once."

The classroom fills with whispers before Mrs. Brookes quiets them once more. "Also, as you all know, we have a lab tomorrow so go ahead and pick your partners, quickly!"

You sigh, pressing your lips together as your eyes flicker back to Renjun who nodded his head in confirmation of what you already knew. Although the two of you couldn't stand each other, you always worked together to ensure you got the highest grade. This way, you didn't have to deal with lazy partners or someone who just didn't have the intellect to keep up with you.

By lunchtime, you’re practically starving, having skipped breakfast because you overslept. Again.

You purchase a salad, stuffing a fork full of lettuce in your mouth as you set up a small foldable table in the center of the cafeteria. You were in a numerous amount of clubs, one of them being the Red Cross Club, which was currently donating blood to hospital, and you were the first one to volunteer to man the sign-up table.

You managed to get a few sign-ups before people stopped passing by and you quickly get bored. You suck through the straw of your milk carton, unlocking your phone to see you had four unopened messages.

Sadie [11:36]: Heyyyyy girrrrrrl Sadie [11:36]: guess who's coming home? It's me lmao Sadie [11:37]: did you hear about the fire? Some dumb ass freshman burned down the ENTIRE chemistry building so they're letting us out on winter break early for remodeling Sadie [11:38]: can't wait to see you! We've got so much to catch up on about Jodie ;)

You roll your eyes shoving your phone back into your pocket. There was a point in time when you and your sister were practically joint at the hip, always together no matter what. Secret handshakes, your own made-up languages and all that, but it wasn't like that anymore. You weren't exactly sure when the rift began but you were very much aware of it now. The only person who seemed to not notice was Sadie. The last thing you wanted to do was be stuck in the same house with her for who knows how long, let alone talk about her idiot of a boyfriend, Jodie.

 A deep bellow and a loud guffaw drags you out of your thoughts as your eyes follow the source of the sound. Lee Jeno was doubled over in laughter, as were the rest of his friends, slamming his fist down on the table as everyone around him erupted into applause. You hate people who clapped when they laughed. You also hate people who obnoxiously drew attention to themselves in public but you couldn't stop your heart from swooning while watching him do those very things. There wasn't a shortage of good looking boys at your school but none of them ever had the effect that Jeno did on you. It's not that you have a crush on him—not even close. He was just so damn dreamy. You’ve had your fair share of interactions with Jeno, him being Renjun’s best friend and a member of two of the clubs you were in. He was in student council just like you but instead of being the useless treasurer, he was the Vice President (and of course Renjun was class president) and the best soccer goalie the school's had in...well, ever. It was the combination of his good looks, you think, and intelligence that was so attractive to you.

You had certain rules that you set for yourself to ensure your high school career went perfectly. Although it was kind of corny, it worked for you. You had a plan and you were going to succeed.

Rule number one: no parties. 

Rule number two: no drinking. 

And most importantly, rule number three: no dating. 

Having a boyfriend would be a huge distraction and you couldn't risk your future on some relationship that wouldn't last past graduation but sometimes you couldn't help wishing you hadn't made the rule for the sake of Jeno's existence.

You made a sour face at the group of boys, shivering when you feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in your head. You glance over two seats from Jeno to find Renjun inspecting you with an unreadable expression. You stare back for a moment before looking away, a look of displeasure evident on your face. You were quite thoroughly creeped out. Geez, were you in some kind of movie or something? You were competing against each other but you weren't arch enemies or anything like that.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, everyone rushed off to get on the big yellow buses and go home. You rarely hardly ever rode the bus, having too many extra-curricular activities after school and just outright preferring to walk in the mornings. Mondays and Wednesdays you had mock-trial club, STEM and chess club were both on Tuesdays, and book club and Red Cross were every other Thursday before school. On top of all that, you were captain of the varsity volleyball team. A large part of you only wanted to join because you thought the uniforms were cute but you also needed a sport to put on your college application.

Today is Wednesday and you were on your way to Mr. Koffee's class for mock trial. Mr. Koffee wasn't the most interesting person in the world but you always looked forward to his club meetings the most out of all your other extra-curriculars. It was mostly because it was the closest thing to being a real lawyer you'll have for a long while.

By the time you make it to the classroom, all the seats were taken except for the one right next to Jeno so you quickly cease it, receiving cold looks from your female peers. You shrug it off, not really paying them any attention. If there was another seat you would've taken it but seeing as there were more people there today than usual  you had no choice. Renjun sat behind you typing away at his phone, ignoring your presence as usual.

Mr. Koffee strides into the room, closing the door behind him. The students shift their attention to him as he stands in front of his desk, arms folded.

"Well isn't this a surprise. Everyone decided to show up today." 

The class laughs but you could tell by his expression it wasn't meant to be a joke.

"Quiet down, everyone," he begins. "We've got some major trials next year against some big schools and I have no doubt we'll win them all but I'd still like us to be prepared. I think our performance level would greatly benefit if you were able to do a trial without me involved so I'm stepping down from my role as Chief Justice."

Your ears perk up at this. You often alternate between being the defending attorney and a juror but neither role satisfied you in the way you knew being the judge would. You struggle to hold in your giddiness as the teacher continues.

"I'll be choosing the best-fit person to play Chief Justice sometime between now and next week if anyone's interested."

"Mr. Koffee," you call out, raising your hand. " I don't think it will be too hard to decide considering I'm the obvious choice."

Jeno snickers at your words and Renjun scoffs.

"Suddenly, I think I want to be the judge." Renjun muses, his finger tapping his lips lightly. 

You withhold the urge to hit him on the back of his stupid, round head.

 "Mr. Koffee, I'd like to be judge, too!"

Your neck almost snaps at how quickly you turn your head to gawk at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

Renjun's lips twist into a lopsided smirk.  "What do you mean? I’m taking my role of chief justice, obviously."

You glower at him. "You are such a--"

"__!" Mr. Koffee scolds.

You mumble an apology but your eyes never leave Renjun's. He must really get a kick out of making your life a living hell, didn't he? He wanted to be a lawyer when he graduates so why on Earth was he volunteering, knowing damn well how badly you wanted this? He already had everything he wanted and he was probably going to get the scholarship at Oxford anyways—what more did he want? Why did he still take things away from you when you never had a chance in the first place?

"Like I said," Mr. Koffee continues. "I'll come to a decision at the end of next week. Moving on," he begins pacing across the front. "The school carnival is in two weeks and I registered the club on the list to have a booth. Are there any volunteer—"

"Me!" You and Renjun shout at the same time. You both cast glances at each other before looking back at the teacher to hear his decision. Volunteering to run the booth wasn't the best idea. You already had enough on your plate as is but you knew you would have a better chance of being chosen if you did this and so did Renjun which was why he couldn't let you do that.

"Okay, Perfect. You two will run the booth for the carnival," he announces, clasping his hands together.

You gape at him, horrified. Now, what have you gotten yourself into? You glimpse at Renjun who's expression was not too far off from yours. Jeno cracks up in his chair, his shoulders shaking in laughter, clearly enjoying this.

"Oh this is gonna be good," he giggles.

"I needed two people but I thought no one would volunteer," Mr. Koffee explains, his lips almost curving into a smile for once. "Now let's move on to our next case, shall we?"

--

The drive home is dull. You pick at your chipping nail polish as your mom blabs on and on about Sadie. Her words go through one ear and out of the other, her voice drowning into the hum of the engine and the wind flowing in through the window. Your thoughts are filled with Renjun and murdering him in cold blood. This was something you could never forgive him for.

Your mom parks the car in the garage, and you grab your bookbag as you wait for her to unlock the door. The weather only seemed to get colder and colder and it only worsened your mood. With the all your school work and club activities, you were sure the added on stress from Sadie coming home months early would be  your end. You could see it on the news now, Young Teen Found Dead With Premature Wrinkles And a Notebook Full of Plans for Murder. 

The house was warm and welcoming compared to the harsh temperatures outside. You remove your shoes and jacket and scurry up the stairs before your mom could talk your ear off some more about your sister.

You plop down on your bed, crawling under your honey yellow duvet, finding an escape from the world for a moment. Every now and then, when life just felt like it was a little too much, you’d hide under your covers like a child. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, taking refuge in the safety of your covers when Renjun had done something to ruin your day. Just three days ago, you were in this very same spot after Renjun tripped you in front of everybody during second period. It took a lot to embarrass you and because everyone saw him trip you, that didn't bother you much. It was the bruise on your elbow you got trying to break your fall that pissed you off. It was the fact that he got away with tripping you in front of so many eyes and yet, he didn’t get in trouble. He never did. He was the perfect model student. The class president could never do any wrong. 

You weren't sure how much time had passed while you were under there but you figure you ought to start on your math homework so you could finish your English paper early.

After a few hours, your parents call you down for dinner. Your dad had just got home, setting the table in his work clothes. Your parents invested themselves in a conversation of the weather which inevitably turned into a bubbly discussion about Sadie. Expecting this, you eat as quickly as possible trying to flee back to your room. Surprisingly, you're able to leave with ease, your parents too excited about Sadie's arrival to notice you leaving the table early. 

--

You're shocked awake by a heavy object thrown on top of you. Your eyes pop open, your heart thudding in your chest as you notice the familiar mop of hair splayed across your face. The high-pitched squeal only confirmed who the culprit was.

"Sadie?" you whine, groggily.

She lifts her head up, but not enough to remove her hair off of your face.

"Missed me?"

"Not really," you try to push her off which only resulted in her squeezing you tighter.

"There's that sense of humor I missed so much."

You roll your eyes. I wasn't joking, you wanted to say but you bite your tongue. 

"Why'd you wake me up? I already have to get up early enough for school."

Sadie finally sits up, her lips pursed. "Oh? But doesn't school start in like twenty minutes?"

"WHAT?!?" you glance at your alarm clock and she was right. You must've forgotten to set your alarm last night. You sigh throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress.

"If you need a ride I can drive you," Sadie offers.

You stare straight ahead at the yellow walls in front of you. Suddenly, you regret choosing such a bright and happy color for your room theme when oftentimes you felt anything but happy. It was your favorite color at the time and it still is today but you were starting to get sick of it. It felt as if your room was mocking you. Even your bedroom was happier than you.

"No thanks," you say, getting up and rushing to get dressed.

Sadie sighs but thankfully leaves you alone. When you go to the kitchen to grab your breakfast, you're surprised to see a feaast large enough to feed a vilage instead of your usual bagel and banana.

"What's all this? And where's mom?" you ask, running out of the kitchen.

Your father looks at you briefly before his eyes go back to the thick novel he was holding. "She's out running errands. We have to celebrate Sadie coming home, dear."

Sadie smiles, patting the chair next to her.

You frown. "Yeah, well, I'm already late so I'm gonna head out."

"Young lady!” your father barks, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Just where do you think you're going? Your mom wanted us all to eat together and that's what we're going to do. You'll have enough time to eat if Sadie drives you--now how does that sound Sadie?"

"That's okay with me," she chirps.

"What's the use of eating 'all together' if mom's not even here?" you exasperate, air quoting with your fingers.

"I will not allow you to waste the good food your mother worked so hard to make for the whole family, now sit down and enjoy your breakfast with your sister," he says, returning back to his book.

You sigh in resignation, taking the seat next to Sadie, who claps her hands excitedly.

You do your best to say as little as possible to Sadie, only giving her a 'yes' or 'no' when she asked a question. When you arrive at school, you hopped out of the car without saying goodbye, which you would regret all too soon because she decides to wish you good luck in the loudest voice she could muster. You pull your hood up when everyone stares at you, having recognized your sister immediately. People start to crowd around her car greeting her like she was a celebrity or something and you grit your teeth, stalking into the building. 

This was exactly why you didn't want her to drive you to school. Not only were you second best at school but at home as well. Everyone loves Sadie. She’s pretty, smart and fun and, well, she was the complete opposite of you. She never turned down the opportunity to have a good time and somehow still managed to pass her classes with ease. Even having graduated high school two years ago, she was still as popular as ever, her existence leaving a permanent imprint on the school. Even the freshman knew your sister's name.

You re-adjust your headband as you enter Mrs. Brookes' class, feeling somewhat relieved you weren't late. Your table was occupied by a large animal that looked like roadkill and on top of that, the awful chemical smell burned your nostrils. You gag as you drop your items to the ground. Renjun's book bag slams into the chair next to you causing you to jump out of your skin.

His lips slant into a smirk as he examines your appearance. "Why're your clothes all wrinkly?"

You looked down at your uniform, noticing its creased state for the first time this morning. You could just add ironing along to the list of things you forgot to do last night.

You send him a dirty look as you smooth your skirt down with your hands. You were still mad at him for yesterday and would rather cut your left leg off than to work with him today but you already told Mrs. Brookes you were partners and you knew she wouldn't let you change partners last minute.

The bell rings and Mrs. Brookes goes over the lab rules, passing out your assignment. You and Renjun put your gloves on as instructed, deciding to split the work in half, you doing the front of the paper and him the back. You made an incision at the stomach, charting the intestines on your worksheet. You look up to check on Renjun's progress to see him poking at the swine with a shaky hand, his face a ghastly pale. You almost laugh out loud. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all. Renjun had a weakness?

You snatch the scalpel from him, slitting the pig's neck open and he flinches. 

"Is that so hard?" you ask, handing him the blade back. 

Renjun swallows as he takes the tweezers and pauses to re-read the directions for an unnecessary amount of time. You let out an impatient sigh and Renjun finally puts the paper down and inserts the tweezers into the pig, searching for an artery with his body as far away from the animal as he could manage. When he let out a girlish yelp, you decide you’ve had enough, slamming down your scalpel.

"Give me that," you snap. 

Renjun hands you the tweezers with no hesitation, stepping a safe few steps away from the table. 

"Look, I'll do all the physical work and you just write the answers down okay?"

"O-okay," he nods, his face was now a dangerous shade of green. For a millisecond, you feel bad for him but then you remember how much of a complete jerk he is.

Renjun is mostly silent as you do all the hard work and he copies the answers onto the worksheets. You don’t tease anymore for the sake of keeping him from hurling in front of you. 

If you thought Anatomy class was weird then lunch was double weird. When you arrive at the sign-up table, there’s someone sitting in the seat next to yours--which was supposed to be empty last time you checked--and of course, it wasn't just anybody--no, that would be too easy. Haven Geller, Renjun's ex-girlfriend, of all people was sitting in the chair next to yours, dill-dallying with her hair as if she doesn’t see you standing in front of her.

You simply shake your head and sit down. "I thought I was the only one doing sign-ups today."

Haven feigns just noticing your presence. "Oh! Hey, y/n, didn't see you there."

You scowl but say nothing. This wasn't your first meeting with Haven. She was on the volleyball team with you and as you were team captain, you've had your fair share of hiccups with Haven. She wasn't a bad person per se, although you didn't know her very well, you could assume she could be honorable when needed. It was her attitude that you really had a problem with. She never followed instructions and she never went to class. It was this kind of behavior that almost got her kicked off the team several times and she always acted like she didn't care. It was mind baffling that Haven and Renjun we're together so long. You wouldn't have imagined they'd get together at all, them being polar opposites and all.

"I talked to the teacher about it and," she pauses to pop a bubble with her chewing gum, "she said I could help out. I need more volunteer hours to put on my application, you know?"

You nod your head in understanding, chomping on your celery as Renjun and Jeno approach you, lunch trays in hand. Haven straitens up in her chair, smiling at the boys.

"Hey, __. You wanna sit with us today?" Renjun asks.

Haven is just as surprised as you, if not more at the question directed towards you.

"We need to start planning out how we're gonna do the booth for the fair." he continues.

You look skeptical. Didn't he know that only people who are friends sit together at lunch? And you most certainly were not friends with Renjun.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass," you decline, taking another bite of your celery.

Jeno smiles at you and you looked away, your face heating up.

"Look, I'm sorry alright? I know I shouldn't have volunteered to be the judge and I know I shouldn't have volunteered to do the booth and I apologize. Please? Come sit at our table."

Your face is stoic as you mull over his words. Renjun never apologized for anything because he was never sorry. You were seeing a lot of firsts for Renjun today. There was a silence between all of you before Haven took the opportunity to greet Renjun.

"Hey, Junie! It's nice to see you," she chirps.

Renjun nods at her before turning back to look at you.

You looked back in forth between them, weirded out by the odd exchange. Did they get back together? You didn't keep tabs on Renjun's love life, it was more so his academics that you were more interested in but the last time you saw them together was before school ended last semester.

Jeno steps forward, drawing your attention. "Hey, so, I'm throwing a victory party at my place this Friday by the way. You should come."

Your eyes widen. "Me?"

"Her?" Renjun asks, equally exasperated.

Jeno wrapped an arm around Renjun's shoulder, jostling him a little. "What do 'ya say?"

No.

"I'll think about it," you say and you're shocked by your own response. You should've been upfront about it but you found it hard to say no to Jeno. It was against your rules after all--and besides you wouldn’t even know how to behave at a party. You had nothing to wear either. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't go.

“Isn’t a little premature to schedule a party before you’ve even won the game?” you inquire.

“Not if I know we’re gonna win it’s not.”

Renjun blinks, shaking his head. "Erm, anyway--are you gonna sit with us or not?"

"You can go," Haven says, smiling at you. "I'll hold down the fort."

You still feel unsure but Renjun was grabbing your book bag and food before you could protest her offer. "W-well okay, thanks, Haven."

"No problem!" she exclaims, grinning, although it doesn't reach her eyes.

Sitting at Renjun's table has to be one of the strangest experiences you’ve ever had. Everyone was so loud and rowdy and on top of that, they were all staring at you. You feel so out of place and Jeno, sensing your discomfort, introduces you to everyone. The ones sitting directly across you though, Haechan and Jaemin, seem to stick out the most to you.

You and Renjun exchange a few ideas for the booth, eventually agreeing on a courtroom theme.

"You guys are like two Einsteins," Jeno jokes.

"Yeah, except __ is smarter," Haechan chuckles.

"And way prettier," Jeno adds.

Your cheeks tinge a baby pink as you deny the boys' words.

"Can you guys shut up? We're a little busy here," Renjun grumbles as he scribbles messily in his notebook.

"But it's true. __’s gorgeous."

Renjun just rolls his eyes bringing the conversation back to the booth. After a few minutes of Jeno throwing endless compliments your way, Renjun looked like he was quite literally about to pop.

"Jeno--for Christ's sake! Can you not flirt with my lab partner?? We're working here!"

"Lab partner? You’re not even doing science, man,” he snickers.  “And isn't the school fair not for another two weeks?" Jeno counters with an innocent smile.

You could've sworn you saw Renjun's eye twitch as Haechan and Jaemin burst into laughter.

"Bro, how many times do we have to tell you to relax?" Jaemin snorts, reaching over the table to touch his shoulder.

"Yeah," Jeno says, propping an elbow on the table. "It's not like you're being graded on this anyways."

Renjun groans, throwing his head in his hands.

"Maybe that's true but I'd prefer to not half-ass this, considering what's at stake," you chime in, feeling the need to defend him.

Renjun peeks in between his fingers at your words.

"And what's at stake?" he asks.

"Things you wouldn't understand, Jeno."

Jaemin cackles and Haechan covers his mouth, ‘ooh’ing at your response.

"Oh yeah?" Jeno raises an eyebrow. "Try me."

"Maybe another time," you say, grabbing your bag. "I'll see you after school, Renjun."

The bell rings just as you get up and you push past the doors, not looking back.

-

After the last bell rings, you squeeze through the sea of people down to the track field. Students shove passed you, brushing your shoulder as they run to get to their buses in time. Your eyes water as the harsh wind blows against you and you stuff your freezing hands into the pockets of your padded coat. Despite the cold weather, the track team was getting ready for practice and you thank the heavens you played an indoor sport.

There’s two other people preparing their booths and you were glad you and Renjun weren't the only ones starting early. You pick out the least disgusting table and pull it up on its legs. Dust flies everywhere and you swat at the air vengefully. You look at the time on your watch. Renjun is late.

You wipe off the table with an old dirty rag and sit on it, refusing to do any more work on your own. When Renjun finally shows up, it’s fifteen minutes later and he’s carrying a black metal box and a bucket full of spray paint.

"Look who decided to show up," you place a hand on your hip.

Renjun gives you a pointed look. "I had to go get all the supplies."

"I didn't know it took so long to get a few cans of paint," you mutter, dusting off the back of your jeans.

It's not like you had all day to do this. You had homework to do! Papers to write!

"__, can you maybe not be so uptight for once? It's not like I took my time to get here, I walked as fast as I could."

"Uptight?" You repeat. "I'm not the one who was freaking out at lunch today over a school fair booth, if I remember correctly. And your friends are trash by the way."

Renjun slams the metal box on the table. "Don't talk about my friends. You don't know them and you don't know me, so mind your own damn business," he snarls.

For a moment all you see is red. Renjun is such an ass. This is the last straw. You can’t take his insults any more. After all he’s put you through, especially after yesterday’s antics, he had the nerve to talk to you like that?

"I don't know you?” you hiss.  “We've had the same classes together since junior high, idiot. I know that you carry around two packs of number two pencils for no logical reason and I know that your bookbag looks like it was a filing cabinet in its past life. Hell, I wish I didn't know you, that's for sure, because then I wouldn't be out here in the freezing cold building a stupid booth with the likes of you!"

You hadn’t intended to say those words out loud but you couldn't deny how good it felt to say it. Maybe you were a bit harsh but who cares? He's said way worse to you countless times.

Renjun stands there staring at you for a beat, his fists clenched into a tight ball before he storms off, snatching his book bag and dragging it on the ground behind him.

"Where do you think you're going?" you call after him. "What about the booth?!"

You watch with your mouth hanging open as Renjun kept walking until his figure becomes too small to see. Who knew he could be so sensitive? You assumed he would just brush off your words as he always did but it seems you struck a chord. 

You chew your bottom lip as you angrily stare at the table. No matter what Renjun could’ve said to you, you wouldn't leave him to do all the work on his own.

You curse under your breath as you grab a can of spray paint, shaking it with force. You stayed after school for a reason and you were going to do what you came to do, with or without Renjun.

[chans-australian-sexiness]

Know Your Name (WJSN Soobin x Reader)

based on the Mary Lambert song of the same name

If it hadn’t been for your best friend gushing for weeks about how excited she was to attend this party, you would have stayed home tonight. Unfortunately, you had promised to go with her and you weren’t going to break your word. So that’s how you ended up sitting alone in the corner booth, watching your friend attempt to schmooze the bartender into giving her a couple of free beers for the two of you. It was when she leaned forward to whisper something flirty in his ear that you noticed the girl behind her who was much less successful at getting one of the bartender’s attention than your friend.

She had long, rose gold colored hair with bangs that hung in loose waves, framing her round face. She was wearing a light pink blouse with a sheer collar and sleeves and a ruffle on the front, high waisted light wash jeans, and pink high top sneakers. In short, she was very cute, and you couldn’t help but stare at her. You even leaned forward over the table so you could continue looking at her after your friend sat back after whispering to the bartender. Whatever she said to him must have worked, because after a few moments she was making her way back to you, beers in hand.

“Look what I scored!” she cheered, sitting across from you and setting the bottles on the table. You were only half paying attention; you were still watching the girl as she finally got the bartender’s attention. “Hello? Earth to Y/N,” your friend said, waving her hand in front of your face.

“Huh? What’d you say?” you said, turning back to face your friend, but still looking out of the corner of your eyes hoping to not lose sight of your mystery girl.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” you responded, trying and failing to look nonchalant. Even as you said that, you turned just in time to see the girl carrying what looked liked more drinks than she should carry over towards a group of five or six other girls. You friend followed your line of sight and, upon seeing the girl, let out an obnoxiously loud ‘ooooooh’. You snorted.

“What are you, like, twelve?” you asked.

“I could ask you the same question,” she retorted. “You obviously think that girl is cute if you can’t take your eyes off of her, just go up and start talking to her.” You gave her a look.

“You know I can’t talk to pretty girls! I’ll just end up choking and stuttering and overall just making a fool of myself!” you asserted.

“You’re talking to me just fine, does that mean I’m not a pretty girl?” She pretended to be offended, but you know it was all an act. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You’re different, you’ve been my best friend since we were babies. She, on the other hand, is a stranger,” you explained.

“Well, if you talked to her, then she wouldn’t be,” your friend asserted. You groaned. In your mind you knew that your friend was right, that you should just talk to her, but you couldn’t help but panic at the thought of it. What if she thought you were weird? Or ugly? Or just some creep that was bothering her while she was out trying to have a good time with friends? You rested your head in your arms on the table, resigning yourself to your fate of being forever alone. You heard your friend put down her bottle and get up. Maybe she finished it and was getting another one, or went to the bathroom, or found a cute guy to dance with. That would be just your luck. Your friend gets to dance with some cute guy while you sit alone, thinking about holding hands, dancing with, hell even just sitting next to the cute girl. You groaned again in despair.

Suddenly there was a light tap on your shoulder. Your head shot up, and to your amazement, there was the girl standing in front of you, smiling and, was that a blush on her face? Your friend waved from behind her, a mischievous grin on her face. You sat there, mouth open in shock, unable to say anything. Luckily, the girl starting talking first.

“Um, hi. Your friend told me I should come over and say hi to you, and I figured why not take this chance to talk to a pretty girl. I’m Soobin, by the way. What’s your name?”

wow, two posts in one day? you probably shouldn’t get used to it, I’m just in a shitty mood and feel bad for not posting more fics like this, so I wanted to get another one out there

[write-this-way-please]

Problem Solved

Problem Solved [When your problem has a simple solution. Christian is more than happy to help you solve it│Christian Yu.] Rated: Mature

Christian was editing a new video as per usual. These days if he wasn’t in the field filming, he was hauled up in his room editing for hours on end. You found yourself cuddled on his bed with his dog Lori by your side as you read. It was probably a solid two hours before either of you had said a word. Just working in the comfortable silence and welcoming the atmosphere.

You’d known Christian for practically your whole life. You moved to Sydney as a kid and grew up on the same block as him. A few years later he moved to Seoul to become an idol, and you didn’t hesitate to pick a college there.

Here you were years after graduation and still living in this beautiful city with your best friend.

“Hey what are you doing tonight?” you asked, absently flipping the page of the magazine, while scratching the back of Lori’s ear.

“Hm? Probably hitting up a Pub or a club tonight with Scott and the guys” he clicked away on his mouse, splicing the video.

“...Is Dabin going?”

“Dunno, why?”

“Just curious, that’s all.”

He quirked a brow and chuckled, but didn’t tear his eyes from his screen. “Why so curious about Dabin?”

You cleared your throat, trying to look nonchalant. You hated how nervous you were and he didn’t even look at you. “No reason-Just wondering...He’s your friend”

“Uh huh” he rolled his eyes. “You and your stupid little crush”

“Shut up” you shot him a glare, throwing a pillow at his back.

“Not like you’d do anything” he snarked, taking a sip of his coffee.

He was right. Even when you did have a crush, it was just that. A moment of infatuation with someone that you knew you weren’t going to pursue. And you knew exactly why. “Hey...Can I ask you something…?” hearing a mild hm from him between his long swig of coffee you decided to just ask him. “What’s sex like?”

Christian sputtered, almost choking on his coffee. “What?” he swiveled his chair looking back at you in awe.

Rolling your eyes you turned away from him. “Well if you’re going to be like that never mind”

He laughed, wiping the coffee from the corner of his mouth. “No, what do you mean?”

“I just mean...sex...like...what’s it like?”

His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “Are you...are you seriously still a virgin?”

“Shut up” you groaned, burying your face in Lori’s side. “Nevermind-ignore me.”

“Have you done anything?” It was the first time all day you had his undivided attention.

“I’ve done some stuff...just not everything” you groaned into Lori and sighed. Your virginity wasn’t something that you cherished, or prided yourself on. It wasn’t like you wanted to wait until you were married, you just never ended up having sex. Honestly you found it to be quite the hindrance in pursuing a relationship. Virginity was such a heavy thing. You didn’t want it to burden the guy, and you didn’t want to be the inexperienced partner. So you just rarely dated.

“Where’s this coming from anyway?” he raked his hands through your hair. “So you’re still a virgin. It’s not a bad thing.” he gave you a kind smile trying to ease your anxiety.

“I just...I’m kind of over being a virgin…”

“Losing it should be the easiest thing. It was probably harder not having sex” he laughed. “I’m sure you have a few prospects.”

“I don’t exactly have guys tearing down the door wanting to hook up. Guys I like aren’t guys I want to see me crying, bleeding, or being needy…”  you sighed, hugging yourself. “I’m just over carrying this with me...It’s like it’s stopping me from really living ya know…” you shrugged. “Everyone talks about virginity so negatively and I’m not some prude, it just never came up...And everyone always says things like the first time is always horrible, or scarring but after a few years it gets better...I don’t have time to get better Christian… It’s like the whole world is ahead of me in this race and I haven’t even left the starting gates…”

His gaze softened seeing how vulnerable you looked. You truly looked so heartbroken. He hated seeing you like that. “Lori, go to your room~” he clapped getting his dog's, attention making her scurry out into the living room.

You pouted watching Lori leave. “Why’d you do tha-”

“C’mere.” Christian walked over to the edge of the bed and tugged you by your legs toward him.

You yelped out and blushed looking up at him. “Ch-Christian, What are you doing?”

“You think you’re single because you’re too afraid of losing your virginity. So let's get rid of the issue.” He pulled his shirt over his head. “Consider me a practice round ok?”

“Y-You’d do that for me?” you looked up at him anxiously.

He laughed. “Trust me, no one is twisting my arm to have sex with a beautiful woman.” he gave you a wink. “It’s just people either hate their first time or they marry them….So try not to hate me ok?” He pinned his arms down beside your head on the bed. “But...don’t fall in love with me either…” his lips hovered over yours as he eyed you, waiting for you to stop him. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. “If you want me to stop at any point just-”

“I’m not going to-”

“Listen ok? I’m serious. If you want me to stop just tell me. Promise?”

“Promise.” He pulled your lips against his. His tongue caressing the top of your mouth, making you respond immediately. Your hands, moving to tangle into the nape of his neck. His knee moved to separate your legs, and he felt you tense up at the unfamiliarity. He caressed your thigh, calming you. “It’s ok…” he smiled, pecking your lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No” your cheeks flushed harder as he moved down to your thighs. “What are you doing?”

He grinned. “I’m gonna make you come…” He licked his lips, watching you with dark eyes. “One of the reasons people hate losing their virginity is because the guy has no clue what they’re doing. The sex is too quick, too hard, and too dry.” he tugged at your shorts, pulling them down your legs. “I’m going to make sure that you have none of that.”

He rubbed his index finger down the slit of your panties making you gasp. “Have you ever orgasmed?”

You looked away, biting your lip to hide your moans. “Shut up. Of course, I have.”

He chuckled, pressing his mouth against your cotton panties. His tongue pressing against the barrier to your core. “Has anyone ever made you come?”

“N-No…”

“Well that’s not fair...we’ve got some lost time to make up for…” he hooked his long fingers under the band of your panties before pulling them down. Feeling you shiver he kissed the inner part of your thigh. “You alright?” seeing you nod he continued removing your clothes. Piece by piece, each one replaced by a kiss.  

Every step of the way Christian made sure that he asked permission and made sure that he dispersed even a little of your apprehension.

Spreading your thighs wider he delved into your core, his tongue caressing your walls, he grinned seeing you grope your breast. He hated to admit it but he hadn’t been that turned on in a long time. Your toes curled, your nipples hardening under your hand, and your body flushed at his whim. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you. “Does it feel good?”

You could barely even grab the words to respond, your body was in overdrive. Gripping the bed sheets, you just focused on breathing and not completely losing it.

He chuckled leaning closer to you. “Hm? What was that? Speak up?”

“Fuck off” you huffed, annoyed at the cocky smile on his lips.

“I could get used to you like this” he licked his lips, teasing your clit, making you moan.

After bringing you to your breaking point twice he grinned down at you, almost too satisfied with the look of content on your face. He didn’t want to admit it out loud but you looked so beautiful. It was such a nice expression on your face. He pecked your jaw while rubbing himself against your core. “Touch me too…” he chuckled pressing his forehead against yours.

You shyly wrapped your hand around his length, your thumb running across his tip.

“You suck at this” he smiled kissing your temple. “Don’t be so afraid, you won’t break me.”

“You talk way too much.” you looked away trying to avoid his gaze.

“Then shut me up” he nuzzled you. He didn’t get very far before you pulled him into a kiss, holding home closer. He grinned, pulling away from the kiss, his lips nipping at yours as he eyed you. He slipped his index finger inside of you and kissed the side of your mouth. “You’re just about ready...just don’t tighten up alright?”

“I-I’m alright, just go ahead and do it.”

“Alright…” he whispered pressing himself against you. “Just take a deep breath.” he guided himself inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him.

You yelped out, holding on to him tightly as your body tried to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. “Nn..”

“Are you ok?” the concern prominent in his voice.

“Just...gimmie a minute…” you panted, taking a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut.

“Whenever you’re ready just let me know..” he whispered, cupping your face softly.

“I-I’m ok. I’m alright, just go slowly.” you looked up at him, lacing your fingers in his hair.

He groaned, taking a moment to adjust before easing deeper into you.

Seeing how you panted and shivered, your body warming under his touch made him smile. His lips instantly being pulled toward yours as he thrust into you. Whispering words of encouragement, and he smoothed down your hair.

You bit your lip, gripping his strong shoulders, your nails grazing down his back as he moved in and out of you. “Ah!” you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You wished he’d just shut up, he was making this way more embarrassing than it needed to be.

But he kept true to his words, he made sure he went at a pace you could handle. He was surprisingly gentle, and doting with you. You always had this image of Christian, kind of selfish and a playboy, but you were disarmed by how soft he was with you.

You’d lost track of just how many times he made you come. You were just so exhausted, your body felt like jelly, and you could barely move. You stirred feeling Christian come back to bed, he has already dressed in his boxers again. “Here, drink this” he handed you a cup of ice cold water. “How you feeling?”

You down the cup and smiled sleepily at him. “I’m tired.”

“That’s normal.” he smoothed your hair out of your face, taking the cup from you.

“Lori!” you chimed seeing her run into the room and into your arms. “Hey girl…” you cuddled with her, against your chest before looking back at Christian. “...Are you still going out tonight…?” you did your best to not sound needy, and you knew you failed every step of the way.

He took a moment, looking at the clock then back to you. “Nah, I think I’m just gonna call it a night.”

“You don’t have to...I mean not for my sake. I’ll be fine here.”

He let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching his arms over his head before playfully, rolling back into bed beside you and Lori. “I’m pretty sure I’m all tuckered out. I don’t really have the energy to babysit a drunk Scott tonight.” Honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you. And here he thought you’d be the clingy one. As he laid back against the pillow and watched you absently rub Lori’s stomach he inwardly sighed. “C’mere.” he whispered pulling you against his chest.

“What are you doing?” you looked up at him.

“N-Nothing I just thought you might be cold, or something….Just go to sleep” You just nodded to yourself, pulling Lori close.

“Thank you Christian…” you yawned, letting the sleep settle in.

“Thank you…” he smiled, kissing your hair.

END

I’ve been sitting on this one shot for a while. Decided to finally edit and upload lol I’m still really sick so honestly, it was kind of a crappy edit >.< I’ll look over it more when I’m not hopped up on Nyquil 

If you like it and wanna see more scenarios like this then let me know~

[kpop-scenarios-stuff-blog]

can you please do a second part of Baekhyun's 'Insane'? i know it was a drabble but it was so amazingn and i want a second part :]

Insane Pt.2 (M)

Part 1

Lord heavens, this took longer then needed. I’m really sorry I took so long (this somehow turned into a smut ( the smut part is short compared to others) . Anyways, enjoy~~~

“I’m getting you out soon, honey. Just be a good little boy for me until then. Mommy doesn’t want others to take you away from her okay? Be good for Mother.”

“So, how’s lover boy number two? Is He causing any trouble for you?” Your co-worker Yoonah asks, twirling around in her desk chair. “You could say I’ve had some history with him.” You mumble, laying your head on your table, trying to plan out how to get your sweet Baekhyun out of this horrid place. You weren’t done with him yet. You still needed the energy.

Yoonah’s ears perked up at the word and got off her chair and ran straight to your desk. “Were you lovers? Oh, was he cheating on you? I must know!” Yoonah screeched in your ear, causing you to groan in annoyance. “Not that type of history, dummy.” Poking her cheek while you get off of the seat.

“I’ve got to go and treat him now. I’ll see you later.”

“Have fun~”

You start to travel to the treating cells which was a little journey. Walking along the plain walls, you try to figure out a bulletproof plan that will succeed in getting Baekhyun out of the area. He had a three year sentence but you needed him out in at least a month. Your plans were then suddenly interrupted when a thud on one of the doors alarmed you.   

It was Patient 0000, known to be the first and longest patient that your hospital had ever taken in. His name was Park Chanyeol, another of your playthings that you deemed too corrupted to be of use to you. He didn’t know that it was you that did this to him and you weren’t planning to ever reveal that, especially with the way he treated you. He absolutely adored you and was in love with you. It was a shame he was insane.

“My lady! Are you going to treat me today?” With hopeful eyes, Chanyeol smiles at you, waiting for your reply. “I’m sorry, I’m treating another patient, he just came in yesterday and needs high maintenance. Maybe next time.” You smile at the boy and he returns it and goes back to reading his book. Walking a few more blocks, you arrive outside of Baekhyun’s room to see that he is on the floor, staring at the ceiling light in a daze. For a moment, he looked as if he was dying.

Knocking gently on the door, Baekhyun jumps up and runs straight for the bolted piece of metal, wanting to know who was on the other side. “Oh! Who is it today?” The boy happily puts his face onto the window on the door but luckily, just like the other glass, it was only one-way.

“It’s me.” You say finally, having written a few notes on your book. The boy’s eyes surprisingly light up and he jumps in delight. “Is it you, mother? Is it really you?” Wow, this was surprising. Who knew that he would be happy to see the one that hurt him so badly? This kid was full of surprises.

“Baekhyun, I need you to get off that door. I’m coming in.” The lover boy quickly jumps off the metal door and onto his bed, obediently waiting for you to enter.

“Wow, you’re actually very pretty!” Baekhyun tries to run up to you, if only you didn’t kick him down, his face plummeting into the ground.

“Is that supposed to be a complement?” Baekhyun looks up and nods, his annoyingly adorable smile on his face. “Of course, I would never say or do anything to hurt you. Intentionally, anyways. So! What are you here for?”

“I’m here for your first treatment and hopefully last. Come here, I need you to lie down for me and stay still.” You had since sat on Baekhyun’s bed, not wanting to stand up in the painful heels for the whole time. Baekhyun happily complied and put his head on your lap with his legs on the bed. Grabbing a needle from your pocket, you open it and push it enough so that there wasn’t any air inside.

“Mother, are you going to put that in me?” The puppy in your lap asks, his eyes wide. “Well, I am supposed to but I really don’t want to, especially if you’re going to be out of here quite soon. However, you can get another kind of special treatment.”

Baekhyun smiles and nods, watching you come closer to his face. You didn’t know why you were doing this. You didn’t do it to Chanyeol so why was Baekhyun so different? Was it the way he was so obedient? Was it that he was so unforgivably attractive? Or was it just because you were so sexually frustrated?

Whatever it was, it pushed you to put your lips onto Baekhyun’s. Baekhyun happily accepted, returning the kiss. The kiss was getting rougher and clothes were thrown into forgotten corners. Baekhyun turned you both around, now with you on his lap and his arms around your hips.

Moans were coming out of your mouth, each one getting louder than the other. Baekhyun was getting hard and you were getting soaked through your panties. Baekhyun had since then put his arms to use and starting grinding the both of you onto each other’s hips.

“Is this what you want, mother? Do you want to fuck me?” You moaned, your head was between Baekhyun’s head and shoulder, consumed in the feeling. “Baekhyun I need more!” You moan/yell at the boy, who easily complies. He takes your panties off and places you on his lap.

Instantly, your hips went to work, wanting to pushing you over the edge. Baekhyun’s arms were helping you ride his thigh, his white jeans getting soaked by the minute. Your moans were getting higher and you were moving faster, making Baekhyun marvel at the sight.

You were getting close and Baekhyun could tell. “Fuck, Baekhyun I’m getting so close!” You moaned into his ear. Baekhyun doesn’t say anything back and instead unbuttons your tight blazer and shirt, leaving you in just a skirt and a bra. Baekhyun quickly takes off your bra, revealing your breasts, ready for him to play with.

Taking one into his mouth and the other in his hand, he begins to play with them which gives you another round of pleasure. “Fuck, you got so good, I’m so proud of you.” You moan, getting so close.

“I did it for you. I wanted to be the only one who could get you to cum hard. Come on, Mother, I’m waiting for you to cum.” Returning to play with your breasts, you worked yourself harder so you could get your release that the both of you craved so much.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” You moan for the last time, your release taking over you. Baekhyun stopped the ministrations on your breasts and quickly starts to clothe you wordlessly. When you did come to your senses, you went to pick up your panties which were ruined from your wetness and Baekhyun’s shirt that was covered in wrinkles.

“Baekhyun don’t you want to be pleasured? This was supposed be a treatment for you.” You ask, crawling onto his lap once again. “Oh, don’t worry about that (y/n), I don’t need your shitty treatment.” He spat, grabbing onto your arms to secure you onto his lap, not letting you go anywhere.

“Excuse me?”

“(Y/n) (l/n), you are charged with abuse with the cases of Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol. You can come in, now.” With that, the door was open, a whole crew of police officers ready to arrest you. One came up to put you in cuffs while Baekhyun was still sat down, watching with a smirk at how foolish you were to think you could continue with this.

“You know, you should really check on who you want to turn into your sex slaves. Who would be stupid enough to want to corrupt a cop, especially from the Byun family? We are the most powerful family there is, and you think you could just walk in and play your own game? Honey, that’s not how it works. Now, I’ll see you in jail and by the way, I bet you’d look good in black and white.” With a peck on your cheeks, Baekhyun leaves, collecting Chanyeol who looked happy to see him with a faint ‘finally’ being muttered.

“Come on, girly, time to go to where you belong.” The officer holding onto you says, dragging you down the white halls and out of the building where you see Yoonah, who looks unfazed. 

“Were you apart of this, too?” You ask, your head facing the ground out of pure anger.

 “Of course, It’s my job to turn you crooks in. Have fun~” Yoonah smiles and continues her work on her computer.

You walk into the car two officers at the front while you were at the back, getting ready to go to the police station when you realize who was driving the car.

“Hello, Mother. You know, you were a great fuck so I might keep you at my place. How does that sound, Chanyeol?”

“Only if you let me play with her too, Baek then I’m all in.”

Oh lord, what have you gotten yourself into, (y/n)?

[sweetjellytine]

I Miss You: Introduction

Fingers resting on the rim of my coffee mug, as I closed my eyes to remember your smile, the thing that I miss about you the most. I tried my everything to find you and win you back but why do you keep your words in vain?

“JongDae-ah, I promised you will never see me again.”

Those words and the game of hide and seek you are good at is killing me, I’m a fool not to believe in you; I’m such a coward to admit that I already fell in love with you and I knew I deserve all the pain but not you who truly deserve all the happiness in this world among anyone else

“Where are you, Jin?” I mumbled as I choked on my own tears and with this unbearable heartache I’m having with your absence 

Title:

I Miss You

Characters:

EXO Chen/Kim JongDae

OC Yoo JinJin/Reader

EXO K/ EXO M

Sistar SoYou

OST:

I Miss You by Sistar SoYou

Theme:

Angst, Pregnancy

Soon!

[scenarioslovers]

Valentine Drabbles #1 | Ravi, you

Requested by Anon: Ravi + cuddles; I want to feel you closer. you’re my girlfriend.

Words count: 617

Returning back to the studio, you found him sprawled, leaving his PC open. You assumed that he was so tired and decided to take a small nap to continue working. Letting go of a sigh, you put in the drink, that you went out to bring for him, on the table before heading to put the PC on the sleeping mood.

But before you could take any more steps, you felt a hand grabbing on your shirt, stopping you. Half turning, Wonshik’s eyes were still close, but his hands were holding onto you tightly. A small smile placed on your face as you kneeled beside the coach, taking his hand in yours and faced him closely.

“You aren’t sleeping?” You asked. With your other free hand, you caressed his face slowly.

“I have a lot of things to do. I’m sleepy too.” Wonshik said, with a husky voice, making chills running down your spine.

“Sleep then.”

“If I sleep, you will go. I don’t like it.” He pouted, opening his eyes and staring at you with tired eyes. He patted the empty space beside him as he said, “Come here.”

You climbed up beside him, squirming until you found the comfortable position in his arms. “I don’t want to sleep though.” You said as you titled your head upwards to look at Wonshik.

“Just stay a little bit.” Smiling, he kissed your nose once. “I want to feel you close to me.”

“Wouldn’t be better if we just went home?” You teased, playing with his earlobe. “You can feel me even closer, you know.”

You were waiting a little cute whine from him, or a soft groan, but he surprised you when he leant down and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss. Pressing you closer to him, a yelp skipped your mouth as his kisses moved down to your neck, before returning back to your lips.

Breaking the kiss, Wonshik grinned at you, his eyes wide with energy as sleep flew away from them. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

“You should have said you were going to kiss me.”

“I kiss you whenever I want and without a warning. You should know that from now on.”

You pouted as you nudged him cutely. “It’s not like I’m your girlfriend.”

“Then what are you?” He asked, frowning a little bit.

“Am I? You didn’t even… made it… official.”

Chuckling, Wonshik face-palmed himself, before leaning closer to you again as if he was going to kiss you again, but his lips never touched yours. You wanted so badly to close this distance, but held yourself. “How many times do I have to kiss you, to make it official between us?”

“But you still need to say it, Wonshik.”

“Fine, from now on, you are my girlfriend. Happy now?”

“Very.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as you grabbed him down to your lips. Even though you knew Wonshik loved you, but it was still unknown what your relationship status was. And now, it sets your mind in peace, that he finally confirmed that you were his. And only his.

Still in his arms, Wonshik rested his head on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist as your legs were tangled together, seeking for warmth. “Let me take a little nap. I have a lot of work to do.”

Knowing how busy he was, and that you were grateful he gave you a few minutes from his busy time and allowed you to visit him, you nodded as you hugged his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave you a tight hug, before his muscles started to relax as he fell in a deep breath.  

[sincerelyrki]

such pretty boy excuses

what better way to get back at your ex and “best friend” on prom night then by going after the man said “best friend” had been obsessed with for years?

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader + ex!sungchan x fem!reader

warnings + genre : suggestive. mentions of sex. jealousy. heeseung really doesn’t like sungchan at all. all characters are said to be in highschool, but they’re all 18.

wc : 1.5k

a/n : i just finished euphoria and im literally obsessed so this was inspired by nate and maddy at prom (maddy n fez are the best characters btw).

perm written taglist : @vousty

“No matter how hard Minjeong tries, she’ll never be you.” 

The fluorescent lights did nothing to hide the obvious emotion in your eyes, pupils dilated as you burned holes into the two familiar people dancing under the chandelier. 

“Besides, he doesn’t care about her at all. He can’t keep his eyes away from you.”

Your nails tore holes into the tablecloth as your hands formed fists, teeth clenching as you watched his hands push further up her thighs, his eyes staring directly at you.

“Yn, don’t.” One of your best friends, Yerim, pleaded from her spot across the table. She shared a look with your other friend, Sieun, their looks mirroring each other.

“I’m going to kill Minjeong.” You stood up from the table, chair flying back as you stormed into the crowd. Your hair bounced along your back, your dress swaying along with it.

You could feel Sungchan’s eyes on you, his heated look burning along your exposed shoulders. Your gaze never met his, your eyes zeroed in on one of the men leaning against the wall beside the buffet table.

The group of men all looked up as soon as they heard the sound of your heels clicking towards them, jaws dropping at the sight of you. All men except one began adjusting their hair, hands running through the strands in an attempt to tame their flyaways. 

You stopped in front of the one you’d been watching, his smirk seeming brighter under the blue lights. “Dance with me?” You stuck out your perfectly manicured hands, your seductive eyes matching his.

“Of course, Princess.” He responded in seconds, his much bigger hands enveloping yours. He stood from his spot, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled you tight against him. 

He bent at the waist, his nose touching yours as he whispered above your lips, “I can treat you so much better, just give me a chance.”

You quirked an eyebrow in response, a playful smile on your lips as you pushed your faces closer together. “Can you?” He gave a single nod, his hands tightening around you, “but he made me feel so good.”

You noticed the way his eyes narrowed at you, a challenging tone coming out in response, “Oh really?”

He let go of your hand to press his index finger against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up higher, “What did he do to make you feel so good?” He teased the last two words, holding their syllables longer than the others. 

You turned your back to him, hair hitting against his face as you rejoined your hands. You pulled him along with you, a purposely sway in your hips as you led him towards a spot near your ex-boyfriend. 

You tilted your head back towards the man behind you, his gaze locked on your exposed thighs. “He’d press me against the wall,” you tugged Heeseung into you, his chest against your back.

He leaned his head down beside yours, his lips settling near your cheek and he gestured for you to continue. “He’d slot his leg between mine, wrap his hands around my waist as he pulled me against him.”

Your head fell back against his chest, eyes closing as he copied your words, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed his hips into you.

“Then he’d kiss my neck, whispering against my skin about how good I felt against him.” Heeseung guided your hips against him.

“Would he whisper about how much he loved you?” You turned your eyes towards Heeseung, an unknown look on your face as you shook your head.

“No, not once.” Heeseung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in amazement, “If you were mine, I’d tell you every day.”

He used his hold on you to turn your body, your chests pressing against each other, “I'd always put you first, your pleasure would be my top priority.” 

You gave him an untrustful smile, head tilting to the side as you observed the way his eyes shone with sincerity, “I don’t believe you, no man would ever put me first.”

Heeseung responded with a head shake right away, hands gripping against the back of your thighs as he pulled your body into a tippy-toe, “You’re wrong, a real man would make you come undone five times before allowing himself to reach the same high.” 

You laughed in response, eyeliner enhancing the way your eyes narrowed at him. “Five times? You’re crazy.”

Heeseung never laughed in return, his face completely serious as he watched the way you giggled at him, “I’m serious.”

Even though you still found his words ridiculous, you decided to muse him, “I’d be way too tired to continue on.” 

“That’s fine, I can wait.”

“For sure, I’ll hold you to it.” You pressed your cheek against his lower chest, eyes fluttering up at him with a sweet smile on your lips.

“You don’t believe me?” Heeseung raised your arms to wrap around his neck, pressing his head against the top of your hair. 

“No, Sungchan always told me that he was too tired after one time.”

“Such pretty boy excuses.” Heeseung tutted out loud, his hatred for your ex only intensifying the longer he heard about the shitty he treated you. The hook.

“Well I’m not Sungchan, am I?” The line.

“No, you’re not.”

“Will you let me prove to you that I’m telling the truth?” And finally, the sinker.

“Depends on how good of a dancer you are, this happens to be my favourite song.” 

Heeseung tilted his head back with a smile, shaking his head at your words. He stepped back a little bit, his hand stretched out towards you as he bent into a bow.

“I’m not the captain of the dance team for no reason.” You grabbed his hand in yours, allowing him to pull you back into him.

“Prove it to me.”

“I will.”

The second the song ended you, once again, turned your back to the taller man. No words were shared as you began pulling him behind you, his body close to yours as he kept up with your pace.

The two of you were stopped when a loud shout of your name came from behind you, your feet pausing as your ex-boyfriend advanced towards you. 

You squeezed Heeseung’s hand once before you turned to face the angry man, Heeseung following your initiative as he circled his arm around your shoulder.  

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going with-“ Sungchan paused as he recognized the man against you.

“Heeseung? Are you fucking kidding me, Yn?” He laughed in disbelief, hands throwing up by his sides as he stared at the two of you in disbelief.

“Real classy, going after the man your best friend was in love with for years.” You turned your head while pretending to think, tongue pressing against the side of your cheek as you stared at Minjeong standing frozen behind Sungchan.

“Best friend? We’re nothing more than strangers.”

“She means nothing to me.” Minjeongs jaw dropped in shock at your tragic words, tears filling her eyes as she tried stepping closer to you.

“Best friends don’t fuck each other's boyfriends.” 

It wasn’t as big of a secret as Minjeong thought it was, it barely took you a week to notice her sneaking behind your back. Even though you and Sungchan had been broken up for a month, she’d been seeing him for two. 

“You two really deserve each other.” Heeseung pouted at them, his arm tightening around your shoulder as he leaned down to press his lips against your cheek.

“But don’t worry, Yn is better with me anyway.”

“You know nothing about her.”

It was obvious what Sungchan was hinting at, his eyes tracing your body up and down. Heeseung stepped in front of you, blocking you from his vision.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t have to say much for Sungchan to make his own connections, his eyebrows furrowing.

“She doesn’t have to worry about me passing out on her, I can go all night.” The same way he did before, he stressed the last two words. His mockery was evident, the diss hitting Sungchan in the perfect way.

“Too bad we can’t continue this little… talk,” Heeseung looked over Sungchan’s shoulder to look at Minjeong, winking at her once before he shot the two of them a smile, “We have plans, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Heeseung ignored their looks and led you towards the door, his comforting hand rubbing shapes against yours. 

“You did so good.” He cooed the second the door closed from behind you, his body pressing you against the wall adjacent to it. 

“My baby was so brave.” He pressed a small kiss against your earlobe, his teeth nipping at your skin. “Let me reward you, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyes barely focused as you breathed him in. “Please,” You tilted your head to the side as his lips connected with your neck, his hands squeezing at the skin around your hips.

“I love you” Heeseung knew you thought he was just saying that because of your conversation from before, he knew that you wouldn’t think twice about what he was saying against you.

It seemed that Heeseung had more than one thing to prove to you, and he was ready to spend the entire night showing you.  

[defsoulaioa]

Water&Gold

A new series coming out SOON! <3  Teaser: 

> The best part of a lifetime are the small unforgettable moments one has spent while smiling with someone that mattered...

> clearyTime heals almost everything. Make sure you give time, time.

> The most painful thing is losing oneself in the process and forgetting that you're special for a reason.

> I didn't choose to be like this...

"You know how stupid you sound?! Lying to yourself like that!... And if you clearly don't see it, you're nothing less than me either."

"You know what." He runs his hand through his hair with frustration. "Forget this. You wanna act like a normal person? Then be one. Maybe you won't attract the ones like me."

[exoticarmy127]

Kaye!! do u have any pics or gifs of how Jungkook's appearance looks like in Save You? all cute and shy? :)

haha hmm I imagine him to look like….

(minus the earrings of course)

big doe-eyed cutie

I would describe Jungkook looking more youthful in this story and he’s got that fringe covering his forehead thing going on. :)

[inckedidols]

MTL be into light choking ( bts )

Tae

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jin

Jungkook

Hoseok 

[bangtanshiteuu]

Pls BTS reaction to their GF being the first italian kpop Idol :)

I wasn't sure if they were in a relationship before her debut or after the became a thing so i wrote it as they became a couple from her trainee days. If the scenaio is the other way make sure to tell me I'll write another one.Hope you like it!

Here you go.