#lee seonghwa scenario

[ryuyejiho]

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✿⁠ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔❣︎

𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒕.1

𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 - 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑥-𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏 *

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒛❣︎

𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙? - 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 - 𝑱𝒖𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏

𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑥-𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘 - 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒆 *

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳❣︎

𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 - 𝑺𝒂𝒏

𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑦 - 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂

𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 - 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒕. 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊

𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠 - 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬❣︎

ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦? - 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝑻𝑺

✿⁠ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔❣︎

𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒕.2

𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙

𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 - 𝑯𝒂𝒏

✿⁠ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳❣︎

𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈

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love is gone (part 2)

word count: 17k

angst, fluff (tw: mentions of blood, death, survivors guilt, panic attacks)

(part 1) (series masterlist)

his junior year only started three weeks ago and seonghwa was already completely fucking over it. 

between his five classes, obnoxious upstairs neighbor and the physics class that’s already the bane of his existence, he’s ready for his second to last year of college to be over. 

“or maybe you’re just like a major fucking bitch,” wooyoung says, always the first to open his mouth and say some stupid shit. “we literally just started. how could you already be done?”

seonghwa throws a dirty look his friend’s way, kicking him under the table with enough force to make him wince (although, admittedly, it doesn’t take much). 

wooyoung was the first person seonghwa met when he started here two years ago, walking into his nightmare of a quad living situation to see the boy laid out on the top bunk. 

“not to agree with our angsty counterpart but i’m with him,” yunho mutters, a box of unopened cigarettes dangling between his fingers. “this already feels like it’s gonna be the longest year yet.”

yunho was probably the most bearable to live with during those first two years: neat, quiet, and a mutual preference to have his living environment be a place of tranquility, not the havoc wooyoung and hongjoong crave to bring. 

“you guys are such pessimists, what the fuck,” the latter groans, bumping his elbow into seonghwa who stares at him blankly. 

“can you stop your shakespearean talk for like one second, hongjoong? this is serious.”

“i’m trying to be on your side, wooyoung, you damn idiot.”

“are you saying the word pessimists is shakespearean?” yunho asks, their banter never failing to give seonghwa a giant fucking headache. “because you couldn’t be more embarrassingly-”

“hi boys!”

seonghwa’s headache grows tenfold when he hears her voice, the girl he also made the mistake of befriending his first year of college - that is, if befriending meant banging with no strings attached while forming an obvious disinterest otherwise that hana, herself, just didn’t seem to catch on to. 

she somehow weaseled her way into the friend group enough to always be around and no one question it; the guys only liked her because of her seemingly endless supply of hot friends. 

except, of course, wooyoung. wooyoung always made his feelings about her incredibly obvious. 

“so there i was, just trying to sit back and relax and enjoy my afternoon break... when all of the sudden, i hear this agitating, grating voice that makes me wanna-”

“go fuck yourself, wooyoung.”

“oh hana! hello! when did you get here?”

seonghwa bites back a laugh as the others burst into deep chuckles, his gaze meeting hana’s who’s looking at him like he saved the world. 

he doesn’t know why she looks at him like that. he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a soft, infatuated look of admiration. 

“hi, seonghwa.”

“hey.”

he watches as she grabs a chair from the table behind them, dragging it against the floor nosily before wedging it in between him and hongjoong; the man meets his unamused gaze with a smirk. 

“oh. great,” wooyoung says flatly. “you’ve joined us.”

“is literally anyone talking to you?”

“i can tell you who literally doesn’t wanna talk to you. his name starts with seong and ends with-”

“anyways!” hongjoong begins, tone light and playful before the real fights can start. “what class does everyone have next? how are we all feeling about them? maybe we should all just skip and go to happy hour.”

“that sounds like a great idea, hongjoong.”

“i’m chopped full of them, yunho.”

seonghwa resists the constant urge to roll his eyes as he looks around the cafeteria, anything to avoid making eye contact with hana.

he can feel her intrusive stare on him, can feel her inching closer and closer the more he ignores her; he hates being fucking stared at.

his gaze wanders around so he doesn’t turn to her and say something he’ll regret.

something that’ll leave him without someone to call when his sexual frustration hits an all time high and his hand just doesn’t do it for him anymore. 

that’s when his eyes land on you, a smirk pulling at his lips because he’s sure if you weren’t nose deep in your textbook, if you weren’t so concentrated with your tooth in your lip and brows furrowed the way you always seem to be, you’d be staring at him too.

“y/n, you’ve been doing homework for three weeks straight already,” yunjin whines, “we’re supposed to be having fun!”

it only takes you peering up at her for a mere second for her smile to falter, mouth pulling into a pout as she smacks her hands on the table in defeat. 

“i know, i know, ‘i’m not here to have fun’,” she mimics, the awful impersonation of your voice causing you to bite back a smile. “but like... you need a break sometimes!”

“who says?”

“i says!” yunjin declares, her eyes lighting up when she sees mingi making his way toward the table. “mingi says!”

“mingi says what?” he asks, his tall, lanky body plopping down beside you. 

“wouldn’t you agree that y/n needs a break sometimes?” yunjin asks, her voice, you’re convinced, just a long, permanent whine. “don’t you think she can spare, i don’t know, a measly one hour break to gossip with us? and you have to eat too, y/n! i swear i never see you eat.”

“she won’t spare it for you,” mingi says, throwing a wink your way as you watch with a blank expression. “but she’ll spare it for me. she likes me more.”

“like fuck she does!”

“do you just choose to be ignorant or are you actually that delusional?”

you’re happy when you’re all together like this because it usually goes as such: they’re so involved in arguing about you - who you like more, who you will end up being besties with, who you would save first if the dorm burst into flames - that they forget you’re here.

you still get the (not so) secret amusement and joy out of being with them while also focusing on your studies and completing all the work you need to as you easily block them out.

you have physics next and it’s proved to be your toughest class so far; with the first extra credit homework due today, you’re reviewing it like a madwoman.  

“oh, not that shit again, yunjin!” you hear mingi groan, not sure how long they’ve been arguing about this. “i’m telling you with absolute certainty that if the building burst into flames, she would save me. no questions asked.”

“no way! i’m with her way more! we already have a bond and rapport established!”

“oh? you mean the rapport of you talking her fucking ear off and her ignoring you with her face in a textbook?”

“i’m still here you guys,” you mumble quietly, checking over your answers with a calculator. 

“i mean, face it yunjin,” mingi scoffs, “she’d rather read textbooks and study than talk to you!”

“that’s because she’s ambitious! and cares about school!” the girl says, knowing from the tone of her voice that her eyes are probably narrowed and seething. “that’s something you just wouldn’t understand!”

“why? because i’m a liberal arts major, you rude fuck?”

“no! because you’re a freakin’ stupid idiot!”

“wow, you couldn’t think of anything better? where are all your fancy journalism words from your fancy journalism-”

“i think i wanna go to a party tonight.”

“what?!”

“what?!”

it’s one of those beautifully rare occasions where your lips pull into a teasing smile and you giggle, yunjin’s groan and mingi’s loud, booming laughter filling the cafeteria. 

“oh, that was so not fair, y/n!” 

you peak up at her to see a pitiful frown on her face, rolling your eyes as you finish typing in your last equation. 

“i’m almost done with this,” you tell her, already knowing these answers are correct; you’ve done this four times over. 

“thank god! mingi, get her food.”

“i don’t know why i always have to-”

“get her food!”

you peer over at him, something about the glint in your eye causing him to stand up with a sigh.

“thank you, mingi,” you say softly, the tall boy only nodding his head knowingly. 

“yeah, yeah, you just better save me, y/n.”

a small smile appears on your face as you look back down at the paper, a rare moment of silence for twenty seconds before you’re finished with the last question. 

you look up to see yunjin’s watchful eyes on you. 

“what?”

“nothing,” she says, shaking her head as a small smile pulls at her lips. 

your brow quirks and you don’t believe for a second she’s telling you the truth.

you believe that yunjin is just as happy and bubbly as she appears to be, it’d be hard to fake her level of pure enthusiasm, but you also know she’s a lot more insightful than she lets on.

every so often, after memories plague your mind or your lost in the worst parts of your brain, you’ll catch her looking at you with a certain type of look in her eye. 

like she’s somehow able to read your mind or can innately tell there’s something going on with you; for the three weeks you’ve been living at school, you’ve had nightmares almost half of those nights. 

they don’t always wake you in a panic, most times they don’t wake you at all, but when they do, you almost always sneak outside. 

last night was one of those nights.

where you had to feel the cold air on your skin, be surrounded by the solace and silence of the outdoors at 2 am. she’s always asleep when you sneak back in so you figured there’s been no reason to tell her.  

no reason until now.

“did you leave the dorm last night?”

she blurts out the question almost like she didn’t mean to ask it. like she’d been debating it in her head before, finally, an uncontrollable part of her took over.

you’re not scared to tell her but for some reason, your stomach still drops. 

“i did for a little bit, yeah.”

it’s short but honest. you usually only need to be outside for twenty minutes. 

“oh. okay, i thought so,” she says, probably one of the first times you’ve seen a twinge of real awkwardness to her. 

“i’m sorry if i woke you,” you say, trying to gauge exactly why she brought it up. it has to be for a reason.

“oh, no no! it’s fine. you didn’t,” yunjin says, quickly going into panic mode as she shakes her head. “i just- i wanted to say i’m sorry if i did anything to wake you. or annoy you,” she continues. 

“i used to sleep talk when i was younger, my parents would tell me all the time so i just wanted to make sure that wasn’t coming back. it’d probably be super embarrassing but probably not any more embarrassing than the stuff i normally say. i also hope i didn’t-”

“you didn’t do anything, yunjin. it’s okay,” you say softly, the reassuring smile on your face uncontrollable, just like her nervous babbling. 

your eyes search the cafeteria and you know it’s not the right time nor place to tell her the full truth yet. or, at least, the full enough truth that you feel comfortable sharing right now.

“i just don’t sleep well sometimes.”

you can see she’s still processing your words, lips pressed together like she wants to say (or ask) something before she decides against it; her mouth opens a few seconds later before two trays smack down on the table. 

“food for y/n. food for me,” mingi says, neck craning over to yunjin. “you, however, can eat shit.”

and just like that, the rage and annoyance is back on your roommate’s face. 

“what?” she squeaks, voice so loud, you’re sure everyone around you can hear. “are you actually serious right now?”

“what? you didn’t ask for anything.”

“and i didn’t ask for you to follow me to college!”

“oh, get over yourself. you know damn well that you wouldn’t have...“

you take your wrap and water bottle with an unheard “thank you,” watching in silent amusement as yunjin and mingi argue.

your eyes look around the cafeteria again as you eat your food, traveling from table to table curiously. 

you’re fascinated by people watching and the things you start to notice while doing so - subtle facial expressions and interactions that many would miss otherwise.

the people in a friend group who share a glance when someone says something distasteful.

the couple who are trying to remain private holding hands under the table.

the girl who quickly hides her frown by laughing at a comment made at her expense.

it’s all small things, quick and fleeting, but it’s what makes people watching so interesting - this was not to be confused with staring, a term you’re still trying not to have a visceral reaction to. 

your body bubbles up with all the anger and embarrassment it did the first day it happened. when that asshole called you out and then exchanged words with you after class.

you at least felt relieved to say during these past few weeks, you haven’t noticed or talked to the brooding asshole again; even though you were in that room three days a week, one of them being a lab portion, you were able to avoid him.

you’re always the first to get there and the last to leave, head down or focused on your notebook for all of it. 

the girl with headphones ended up being your lab partner and you find comfort in the fact that she’s like you - quiet, diligent and an expert in minding her own business. 

a loud, girlish screech followed by a deep boom of laughter causes your gaze to shift toward the sound. 

you watch as a pretty girl with long hair pushes her chair back and storms away from the table, the four surrounding men seemingly unbothered by her exit.

if anything, they seem a little relieved. 

the one who’s standing and still laughing has dark, floppy hair, his face all too amused and pleased. you can tell the guy sitting next to him is tall, probably as tall or taller than mingi, with broad shoulders that rival his as well.

you can’t see the face of the man with long blonde hair but you can tell he’s laughing too, his smaller shoulders shaking frantically as he smacks the person next to him.

it’s that last person who immediately fills you with an all too familiar annoyance and distaste, the signature black outfit, undercut, and obnoxiously perfect side profile recognizable from a mile away.

park seonghwa, you recall.

you hear his stupid name called three days a week followed by his deeply mumbled “here,” as if he’s not forcing his voice three octaves lower.

you know you shouldn’t dislike a stranger so much, even if he did publicly humiliate you, but you just can’t help it. 

his arrogance is obvious, written all over his chiseled face; but what’s even more obvious, what bothers you the most about him, is his complete and utter disinterest in everything.

school, his peers, being on time to class - you’re beyond grateful you just weren’t his lab partner because you’re sure he does absolutely nothing.

will just mooch off the people who do all the hard work and actually put effort in and-

“y/n, holy shit,” yunjin suddenly says, the pissed off look on your face like one she’s never seen from you before. “who the heck are you looking at like that?”

“yo hana, you better watch out,” wooyoung says, not so quietly whispering over the table. “looks like someone’s caught your boy’s eye.”

“what?” she snaps, high pitched tone causing the ball buster himself to wince. “like seriously, wooyoung, what are you ever talking about?“

bullshit or not, saying it to get under her skin or not, it doesn’t stop the girl from whipping her head to the side (wooyoung’s surprised she doesn’t snap her neck) to see seonghwa looking over at a table across the room.

she follows his gaze to a group of three: a tall man laughing, a purple-haired sneering girl and one focused down on her work.

“seonghwa,” she calls softly, his name falling on deaf ears.

ever since that first day of physics, when he was feeling just a little pissed off because he woke up and the sky was blue so he had to take it out on you, you two haven’t spoken.

in fact, it seems like you do everything in your power to not look at him or anyone else.

he doesn’t know why he singled you out, he knows everyone was looking at the asshole who came in late that day, but he was pleased he did. there was a fire in your eyes that he found incredibly amusing.

it’s obvious you’re a teachers pet, which he thinks is pathetically annoying. you’re always there before him, always sat right in the front row and almost make it a point to be the last one leaving.

like the professor really gives a fuck that you’re asking questions seonghwa’s positive you already know the answers too.

and don’t get him started on how often you raise your fucking hand, always one of the first to answer a question or help a fellow peer or-

“hwa?”

that grabs his attention a little too well, his cold gaze moving away from you and onto the girl beside him.

“i’ve told you not to call me that.”

“what do you mean, hwa?” hana asks, that whine she uses to try and be cute never succeeding. “i always call you that.”

“yeah and i never like it,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his former roommate, of course, catching his words.

“oh hwa-ey, you say the funniest things,” wooyoung says dreamily, love-filled eyes of admiration making hwa-ey’s lips quirk in amusement; but just as quick as seonghwa’s smile threatened to surface, so did wooyoung’s change in conversation.

“for real though, who did you see?” wooyoung asks, nosy to an absolute fault. “looked like you’d rather take hana on an actual date than talk to them.”

“don’t you have parents to disappoint? go fail another three classes, asshole.”

“it was actually only one, hana, but the same can't be said about your amount of std scares. go tell your parents that.”

seonghwa throws them both a look that he knows won’t do much - he’s never met two people who hate each other as much as wooyoung and hana hate each other.

and it’s not even the sexual tension, enemies to lovers, we’ve-been-arguing-this-whole-time-because-we-wanna-kiss type hate. it’s pure, genuine, unfiltered hate.

ever since the moment they met each other.

“no one,” seonghwa says, hoping to break the tension with the story he personally finds hysterical. “just some random chick in my physics class.”

“she hot?”

“you have eyes, don’t you?” hana snaps, wooyoung throwing her a mischievous look. “obviously she’s not hot.”

“hotter than you.”

“hot? where? who’s hot?” hongjoong asks, yunho snorting into his hand but also peering around like a nosy pervert. 

“you guys are so disgusting.”

“wait till you find out we only keep you around for your hot friends.”

“you know what, wooyoung!” hana screeches, getting up from the table and slamming her hands down. “go fuck yourself. you never know when to shut your annoying ass mouth, do you?”

and there it is. the blow up. 

it’s usually a good 50/50 the amount of times the other will blow up after one horribly disrespectful comment after another - the last time she got wooyoung, they refused to be around each other for a month. 

“whoa, i’ve never seen your face get so red. what nerve did i hit this time, hana? have you been sensing that’s why you’re still around?”

seonghwa avoids any and all eye contact with her, no longer getting in the middle of their fights - he’s told her a million times not to interact with him, and vice versa, but the hate is just too strong.

they can never just stop, no matter what or who says anything.

seonghwa knows she’s even more pissed when she doesn’t storm away immediately, waiting a few seconds for him to jump to her defense.

wooyoung’s laughter only gets louder the more the silence prolongs, hana stomping away with frustrated sighs. 

“wow, woo, what the fuck is wrong with you,” hongjoong groans, seonghwa thinking he’s about to defend hana until he continues talking. “you might’ve just messed up our chances of getting with her friends.”

seonghwa can’t stop the snort that leaves him, wooyoung still laughing his ass off in victory while yunho shakes his head at the whole situation.

“you guys are fucked up.”

“oh please,” wooyoung says, sobering for a moment to knock yunho’s foot under the table. “if hana had hot guy friends, you’d be saying the same shit.”

the few moments of relapsed silence tells them all, as painful as it is to admit it, wooyoung may be right. 

“anyway!” yunho says, wooyoung throwing him a knowing smirk. “who’s the physics girl? the new hana perhaps?”

“fuck no,” seonghwa scoffs, not being able to keep the animosity out of his tone; it makes the three men snort in amusement. 

“oh? what’s wrong with her?” wooyoung asks, his gaze looking over to the table. “wait, is it the one with purple hair?”

“no. other one,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, any time he looks over swearing the other girl’s mouth has never stopped going. “physics girl only talks if she’s being a complete fucking kiss ass. for real the most obnoxious shit ever.”

“she sit in the front?”

“and answers every question.”

“ew.”

seonghwa nods in agreement, rolling his eyes when he sees he has to be there in twenty minutes. 

“still though. she’s not ugly. neither of them are,” wooyoung says, knocking seonghwa’s shit stomping boots under the table. “maybe she’d be a good hana replacement. dibs on purple hair, hongjoong.”

“that girl wouldn’t look your way twice.”

“wanna bet?”

it would be those words that eventually came back to haunt seonghwa in the coming months.

he didn’t give them a second thought then - after all, it was originally meant for wooyoung and his and hongjoong’s childish way.

but, of course, when hana and wooyoung's fucking rivalry gets thrown back into the mix later that day, the stakes get turned on him in the most damaging, humbling way possible.

if there was never an extra credit homework assignment, if the professor just gave quizzes or more opportunities for grades, maybe it would’ve never happened in the first place.

he would’ve never gotten frustrated and felt the need to talk shit about you. would’ve never given his friends a way in to see something about you intrigued him (although negatively).

or, maybe, seonghwa just shouldn’t have been so fucking stupid.

twenty five minutes later, seonghwa made his way to class and it went the same way it always did: he was late, you stayed focused on your work, he dozed off only to wake to your annoying fucking voice answering a question.

he was relieved when the professor said he was letting out a glorious twenty minutes early, about to get up and haul ass right out of class when, like fucking clockwork, your soft but obnoxious voice filled the room.

“i have the extra credit homework,” you said, hand half raised and irritation quickly flaring through seonghwa. 

he could tell the kid next to him was just as annoyed, letting out a groan because, like a normal person, he didn’t do it either. 

who actually does the fucking extra credit?

“oh, y/n, thank you for reminding me, i almost forgot,” the man chuckled, his smile bright and cheery on his studious scholar. 

“whoever did the first extra credit homework can pass it to me on their way out!”

seonghwa didn’t care about the extra points, he wouldn’t need them when the two test grades came in, it was just how irritating you were about it.

how insistent you were on proving that you were the best student this college has ever seen.

and then how, when you weren’t being a show off, answering every question the moment it leaves the old asshole’s mouth, you were completely closed off. standoffish and avoidant, like you’re too good to talk to people who aren’t as smart and brilliant as you. 

he’s petty and waits until you stand up to make his way out when class is officially dismissed, breezing past you and knocking your arm lightly.

he must’ve surprised you because you stammer the same way you did the last time you bumped into each other (except, that time, it was actually by accident).

seonghwa doesn’t say a word but neither do you at first, the boy getting a few feet ahead of you before he hears you mumble-

“asshole! you’re a fucking asshole, wooyoung! you get in the way of me and hwa all the time!”

it’s the first thing seonghwa walks into when he’s back at the cafeteria table, everyone deciding to meet back there before going to the off-campus bar; how hana knew of this plan, he doesn’t know. 

he once thought she had bugged his phone or car.

“stop calling him that, you freak!” wooyoung says, seonghwa’s lips quirking in amusement. “he told you he doesn’t like it.”

“you don’t know or care about what he likes.”

“oh no? did you not get the memo that i’m one of his-”

“both of you. stop,” seonghwa says, the defeat heavy in his tone as he sits down. “if we could just sit in silence for the next ten minutes, i’d appreciate it.”

“did something happen?” hana asks, her hand immediately resting on his arm, eyes full of concern.

it freaks him out how quick she is to take care of him. like if she sees anything bad enough, she herself would try to do anything she can to fix it. 

he won’t lie and say he didn’t like it at first - her attention, the way she looked at him, what she did for and to him because of those feelings she had - but he never liked her.

as big a dick as that makes him seem, the feelings aren’t mutual (and he has a feeling hana knows that too).

but does that stop them from sleeping together every few weeks?

no. 

does he think that if, maybe, he lets that guard he holds so protectively around himself down, he’ll maybe start to like her?

also no. 

hana’s not the type of girl he sees himself with - she hangs on his every word, like she needs him to breathe and live her life to the fullest. 

that annoys him as much as it terrifies him. 

there’s no fight or banter, no drive behind her that isn’t just making him happy or pleasing him; truly, he’s the last person in the world who deserves that sort of treatment.

he wants someone who doesn’t need him.

“yeah, hwa-ey, did something happen?” wooyoung asks with a pout, seonghwa rolling his eyes.

“no,” he growls lowly, annoyance only growing because of them.

hana will drop it because that’s what he obviously wants - wooyoung is not as gracious. 

seonghwa watches as the boy’s face pulls into one of curiosity, a few treasured moments of silence before it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his nosy little head. 

“wait a damn minute, you just had physics! did that girl do something? she must’ve!”

“what girl? the ugly nerd from before?” 

“her and her friend are literally hotter than you but okay.

“you’re actually delusional if you think that!”

“do you two ever stop,” seonghwa groans, his words either too low or being ignored; he’s sure it’s the latter and he’s sure the last thing he wants to talk about right now is you. 

“the only delusional one here is you,” wooyoung says, never knowing when to shut his mouth. never knowing when his nonsensical, weird jokes are gonna start a fucking shit storm. “your precious hwa would take her on a date in a second.”

“ugh see, you literally don’t know him at all!” hana scoffs, with all the smugness and confidence in the world. “seonghwa doesn’t date. never has, never will.” 

“yeah because he hadn’t met...”

seonghwa only stares at him blankly, not one part of him wanting to utter your name nor have wooyoung know it. 

“name? what’s physics girls name?”

“i don’t know.”

“bullshit!”

“if you think we’re having this conversation right now, maybe you really are-”

“y/n.”

all three snap their heads to see hongjoong and yunho standing there with devious smirks on their faces. seonghwa lets out a long, disappointed sigh, wooyoung smiling deviously at a pissed off hana. 

how did they even find that out?

“y/n,” wooyoung says happily, “seonghwa doesn’t date because he hadn’t met y/n yet. but now, he has and everything will change. everything will-”

“he would never want that bitch!”

“and how do you know?” wooyoung counters. “you know nothing about her, and, evidently, nothing about your precious hwa either. he’d take her on a date if it meant banging her after.”

“oh please, he would never have sex with her.”

seonghwa couldn’t care less about this stupid conversation. 

these two always have a habit of fighting about him, right in front of him, like a pair of idiots who leave him more annoyed than when he came; the conversation is so uninteresting, he almost wishes he-

“would never? or could never?”

it’s hongjoong’s voice or, more so, the challenging tone behind it that catches his attention. causes his dark eyes to narrow and brows to furrow ever so slightly.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you woke to the sensation of two distinct things: a pleasant calm, the type you get when you sleep dreamlessly, feeling well rested in a way you usually don’t, and the intrusive feeling of being watched. 

it’s an unsettling feeling, barely even conscious but just knowing you’re being stared at. 

you peek over to see yunjin looking at you from her bed, sitting criss-crossed before her lips pull into a guilty smile. her pale cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. 

“hi,” she says quietly. “this- this is kind of awkward. i swear i’m not edward cullen watching you sleep... although my skin is pale white and ice cold.”

“but you’re not impossibly fast. or strong,” you mumble, scratchy voice full of sleep although it doesn’t stop a smile from pulling at your lips.

you know you and yunjin are becoming closer and closer every day due to the mere fact you’re not incredibly creeped out by her watching you.

you’ve had friendships before, even had a good group of friends in high school who you’d known since elementary school, but you fell out of touch.

tragic events are when you need your friends the most but, for you, it was opposite - whether that was what you actually needed or what you did in your deep, ugly depression, you’re still not sure. 

because they reached out and you ignored them. 

they sent you cards and food and little gift baskets but you didn’t even look at them.

they constantly told you, “if you need us, we’re here,” but you only needed one person who wasn’t here anymore.

you apologized once you could bare to live again, and they weren’t angry, but it also wasn’t the same.

you were too different, too empty, too aware of the reminders that your young self at the time wasn’t able to cope with; but now, your friendship with yunjin was progressing faster than any of your previous ones. 

she was easy to be around, even though she never shut up. 

she made you laugh when you didn’t want to, when you weren’t used to it, and she never ever pushes you although you know she’s curious about you. 

about some of the quirks and preferences and late night rendezvous you come to discover about a person when you live with them.

“oh em gee i was hoping you’d get my reference!” she giggles, throwing her head back in laughter. “we have to have a twilight marathon now.”

you smile softly as you nod your head, stretching your arms out. 

heavy conversations aren’t typically what you desire first thing in the morning but you feel like it’s warranted right now.

just to get it out of the way, the heavy elephant lingering in the room due to yesterday’s conversation; you wonder if she knows you didn’t leave last night. 

“when do you have class today?”

“not till three,” yunjin says excitedly, “how ‘bout you?”

“one,” you say, looking at your phone to see it’s only 9:30 in the morning. 

you finished most of the assignments due up until the halfway point of the semester, feeling a little relaxed by that fact but still doing everything in your power to keep up. 

another form of extra credit for one of your classes is tutoring, your advanced english course leaving you, even as a freshman, able to do so.

you aren’t starting that until sometime next week so if, maybe, you and yunjin want to have a movie marathon or ‘take a break,’ as she says, you can do that. 

maybe. 

a very small maybe. 

because you still need your evenings to study, go over your notes, outline the bigger assignments due toward the end of the semester, think about what you’re gonna do for-

“y/n,” yunjin says, lost in your thoughts as you’re curled up in bed.

you don’t know when you sat up and rested against the wall, blanket still covering your body as you twiddle your thumbs mindlessly; something about her voice leads you to believe she’s gonna ask. 

something about the lifted tone and shaky hesitance in her voice, the way her eyes are watching you like she doesn’t even know what she’s gonna say next.

like she’s surprised she uttered your name to start this conversation in the first place - so you start slow.

“i didn’t wake up last night.”

your words are quiet, brief and cryptic but you can see the recognition cross yunjin’s face. she looks a little embarrassed even, like you’re only saying it because she called you out yesterday.

“oh, really? that’s good,” yunjin smiles, tooth digging into her lip. “can you... can you not sleep through the night often?

“depends if i have a nightmare or not,” you say, knowing you have to just get straight to the point. “they don’t happen every night, but a lot. enough that i felt like i had to tell you, just in case.”

it’s been a steady record of once or twice a week for the past two years - holidays, anniversaries, and generally poor mental health is when you start to see an increase

you can tell by the way yunjin’s eyes widen that she’s surprised you’re sharing, lips parting as if she gasped ever so slightly; she may not have expected you to just blurt that out. 

“when i wake up from them, i usually can’t breathe so going outside helps me,” you mumble, feeling weird confessing this to a person who isn’t your dad or old therapist. “i hoped they wouldn’t wake you but i just wanted to let you know so you don’t think i’m like... doing suspicious things or something.”

yunjin giggles despite the seriousness in the room, a soft smile on her face that you can’t help but find reassuring.

“believe me, y/n, that’s the last thing i would think about you,” she says, wanting so badly to jump off the bed and hug you the same way she did upon first meeting you.

yunjin likes to act bubbly and outgoing, mostly because that’s always how she’s been, but she’s also always been able to read people. 

sometimes you’re able to look at a person and just see that they’re sad. 

there’s just something so deep and haunting in their eyes, she knows that person had to have gone through something - the moment she saw you, she knew that’d be the case.

and then when she caught you not one but two nights escaping out of the room, she didn’t know what to make of it.

it’s none of her business, she acknowledges that, but she couldn’t help but feel curious given her read of you. 

“it’s none of my business and you don’t ever have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable with,” the girl says softly, her words already assuring you you did the right thing telling her. “but just know that i’m here if you ever need to talk about them. or anything else, for that matter. i know we’ve only known each other for like a month but i’m serious that we’re gonna be besties.”

“what about mingi?” you ask quietly, a smile pulling at your lips as a foreign type of emotion is clogged in your throat.

it’s similiar to when you’re about to cry, overwhelmed by grief and how it randomly sneaks up on you after all this time, but it’s different. like a little bit happier or touched.

you don’t know if you’ve ever cried because you were happy before. 

“fuck him,” yunjin blurts out, a giggle bubbling out of your chest. “you’re my roommate so i get superiority. so, for example, if the building bursts into flames...”

“not this again,” you mumble, throwing yourself back into your pillows as you land down with a plop.

you hear yunjin giggle before her small frame hops off the bed, her sock-clad feet hitting the floor before she rushes over.

she looks at the bottom of your bed like she’s waiting for an invite, the two of you having a silent stare down before you tap your feet at the bottom.

“fine.”

“we should order breakfast,” she says, jumping up and landing on your softer mattress without any grace. “and maybe... start our twilight marathon?”

she knows you usually do homework or study before class; even the work you already did, you check two or three times because “you might’ve missed something.”

but this time you look at her with a sigh and she sees the conflict in your eyes, lips pressed together like you wanna say no but there’s also a slight chance. 

“don’t you wanna see bella fall on her ass?” yunjin asks with a sigh. “or laugh when edward calls her spider monkey? or carlisle just because he’s the hottest motherfucker that franchise has to offer? or ooh! what about-”

“fine!” you repeat, a smile tugging at your lips when yunjin cheers in victory. you watch as she nearly falls on her face to grab her laptop, rushing back to your bed and diving on it like it’s her own.

“today is such a good day!”

and you agreed, it was - or, at least, it started off as one. 

between your morning with twilight and pancakes, getting an a on the quiz in your first class, and confirming your first tutoring session for next week, you thought it really was a relatively good day. 

you even got dismissed a little early and were able to eat alone before your last class. take some of your much needed introvert time to go over your notes and drink a smoothie. 

however, the second you walked into physics, you knew the day was about to turn into shit. 

not because it was an annoying, headache-inducing subject or because the lab partner who was so much like you still barely speaks to you.

you knew the day was about to take a drastic turn because when you walked in, you saw none other than park seonghwa sitting right next to your regular seat in the front row. 

he was looking up with not a book or textbook in sight, almost like he was waiting for the exact moment you walked in to see the annoyance cross your face. 

his lips pull into that stupid half smirk, your eyes narrowing as you slowly approach the table.

a part of you doesn’t even wanna talk to him. knows he’s probably looking for a reaction since he seems to purposely single you out with snarky comments and passive aggressive arm bumps.

but another part of you, the part that’s been buried and numb for so long, wants to tell him off. look him in the eye, ignore how disgustingly good looking he is, and growl at him to fuck off and go back to his place in the back. 

because why would he even wanna be in the front in the first place? it’s not like he pays attention or takes notes; you don’t think you’ve ever even heard him answer a question. 

you walk to your seat silently at first, side-eyeing him as you put your backpack on the floor. 

you can feel his burning gaze on you as you place your books on the table, begging yourself to just ignore him, ignore him, ignore him, before you look over and make eye contact.

brown teasing eyes that nearly look black, two strands of hair falling over his forehead and making you let out a frustrated sigh.

“why are you sitting here?”

your voice is quiet and low, with an edge to it that makes his eyes twinge with amusement; this might be harder than he thought.

“can i not?” he asks, a genuine curiosity in his voice you know is completely feigned. “does someone else sit here?”

you only stare at him blankly, can feel the daggers coming out of your own eyes; he knows damn well no one else sits here and his smirk tells you you’re right. 

“i really don’t like being stared at,” he says, far too much amusement laced in his tone. “thought i made that clear, y/n, although i want to apologize for that.”

the way he says your name makes your heart jump, distracting yourself by shifting your gaze away from him.

you open your notebook to a new page and flip your textbook to today’s chapter, doing everything in your power to just not entertain this complete asshole of a man.

“you wouldn’t mind sharing your textbook, would you? i haven’t gotten mine ye-”

“i would mind actually,” you say, shooting him a small fake smile. “you should be more prepared.”

you don’t miss the way his tongue peeks out to swipe at his lip, mouth curling upwards as he suppresses the urge to laugh. 

“should’ve guessed that’d be your response.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

his brow quirks and you know you have to stop entertaining him. that this type of reaction is exactly what he wants - but you just can’t help it. 

“what do you think?” seonghwa asks.

his body leans in ever so slightly, the faint scent of his cologne wafting in your nose. 

“you’re the top student. think you answer every question the professor asks,” he says, ring-covered fingers outstretched as he cracks his knuckle with a loud pop. “even was so kind to remind him about the extra credit. thanks for that, by the way.”

“you seem very interested in me, seonghwa,” you say, finding a bold braveness with shocking ease. “i’m more creeped out than i am flattered.”

the man hates to admit it but he enjoys how much you’re holding your own. how much fire threatens to surface in your eyes before it calms and how the biting tone of your voice cuts him in a way he’s not used to. 

“hard not to be interested in the girl who never shuts up.”

your lips pull into a smile, gaze catching the professor who walks in with a friendly wave. 

he couldn’t have come at a better time because you know you have to stop talking to him. that you, in no way, want to have any type of relationship with the man beside you. 

he’s bad news, obnoxious and the type of person who could easily become a distraction. 

“so do you accept my apology? for the staring comment?”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow, gaze searching his. 

you don’t know why he just suddenly decided to approach you after weeks to apologize. why he’s keeping the conversation going when it’s quite obvious you want nothing to do with him. 

“i’d prefer if you never spoke to me again, actually.”

“so that’s a no?”

your lips threaten to pull into a smile and you immediately chastise yourself for it, keeping your blank stare on him. he doesn’t back away from eye contact, much like the first day, and you suppose you have to commend him for that. 

“stop talking to me.”

seonghwa’s mouth opens to counter back before the professor begins speaking, your attention completely turned on him. 

your cold indifference and hyper focus to the front of the room is truly humorous, seonghwa swearing he’s never seen someone so enthralled by school work. 

“i’ll give the stragglers two more minutes to join us,” the older man says, his eyes widening with shock when he see’s seonghwa front and center. “mr. park. this is a change.”

seonghwa only nods his head in response, the slightest of disdain flashing in his eyes. 

interesting. 

“think i’m gonna sit in the front more often,” seonghwa mumbles, low enough so only you canhear. “it’s kind of cool up here.”

you give him a death stare that can only make him smile. 

“what? you don’t want that?”

“not particularly.”

“then accept my apology.”

you roll your eyes at his nonsense blackmail - you literally could not care less about the comment he made a month ago but maybe you can get something out of this too.

“if i do, will you go back to your spot in the back?”

he seems to ponder it for a moment

“sure.”

“apology accepted,” you say, that fake, sarcastic smile back on your face.

you ignore the way your body reacts to his low, deep chuckle, his eyes burning into your face for a few more seconds (being stared at really is unsettling) before his chair scrapes against the floor. 

“great,” seonghwa mutters, although you can hear the smirk in his voice. “nice talking to you, y/n.”

you certainly can not say the same so you remain silent, relieved that you can now focus on today’s class without his presence beside you. 

you peak over to see your lab partner looking at you, her eyes widening when you catch her before she quickly turns away.

so much for minding her business. 

if you thought that was the last time you were gonna speak to the notorious obnoxious park seonghwa, you were sorely mistaken.

next week, the first ten minutes of class continually went as followed: you walk in to him already in the front row, looking at you like he very much belongs there and has been eagerly waiting for you.

you grumble at him in annoyance and he makes a wise ass remark about you forgiving him before you guys start bickering back and forth.

you only respond when his comment is especially bothersome, preferring for him to sit in silence as if his presence doesn’t irritate the fuck out of you.  

you were never one to rush out of class, you typically liked to ask the professor about something you didn’t understand during the lesson, but, today, you were willing to be one of those students who act as if the room is on fire.

you don’t wanna risk seonghwa approaching you again.

annoying you more than you care to admit, your tortured mind only slightly occupied by him (which is way more than you want him to be there in the first place).

because you don’t wanna think about him at all. you can’t.

you don’t wanna feel any way toward him - even a negative feeling, like strong hate or dislike or the annoyance he brings you, is enough to make you become occupied by a person. 

and you certainly don’t need distractions, especially in the form of a tall, handsome but incredibly irritating man who knows just how to get under your skin. 

seonghwa smirks from his seat in the back of the room, the professor about to dismiss class. he swears you can feel his stare watching as you quickly gather your things, hands clumsy and sporadic. 

usually, you’re the last person doing that, because a teachers pet would never, yet, he’s never seen you move quicker than you do right now.

unfortunately for you, he’s quicker. 

you feel a presence behind you before you hear that increasingly familiar deep, taunting voice. 

“if i didn’t know any better, y/n, i’d think you were trying to avoid me.”

you turn in the crowded hallway to see his large frame smirking down at you, eyes rolling before you turn back around silently; you just can’t give him the time of day, that’s the easiest way out of this.

his footsteps clonk behind you and your lips pull to make a snarky comment about his obnoxiously large boots; when he’s still behind you outside a few moments later, you can’t help but turn around with a sneer.

“did i do something to suggest us being friendly is okay?”

seonghwa’s eyes widen playfully at your snark, shrugging his broad shoulders that your eyes totally don’t drop down and take a peak at; seonghwa also totally doesn’t notice, holding back his smug, confident smirk.

“you forgave me, no?” he asks, head cocked sarcastically. “that makes us acquaintances, at best.”

“i ‘forgave’ you so you’d leave me alone,” you say, lifting your hands to do a finger quotes motion. “not so you’d harass me even more.”

you almost preferred when he was an asshole because now, you really don’t know what he wants from you.

he doesn’t seem like the type to just befriend girls to be friends with them - he’s gonna want something from you, something you’re not willing to give him or anyone else.

the first few weeks, he walked around like this completely cliche bad boy - stone cold face, dark eyes, barely muttering more than a few words - but now he won’t stop.

he’s teasing and expressive and dare you say flirty but why would this man flirt with someone as unwilling and stubborn as you? 

“and if i wanna be more than acquaintances?”

“i’d say you’re full of shit.”

his wide eyes darken ever so slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips as his tongue peeks out to lick them.

“you should meet my friend, wooyoung,” he says, eyes wandering your face a little too long. “you two would get along.”

“i have no interest in meeting your friends. or becoming one.”

“yeah? why’s that?” seonghwa asks, deep low voice that, despite yourself, causes your stomach to swoop; you need to get a fucking grip. “you don’t even know me, y/n.”

“and i don’t care to,” you say, the sunlight behind him sickening because, even with it, you can’t find one flaw on his face. it’s like every part of his skin is golden silk, the shade of brown in his eyes the lightest and warmest you’ve ever seen. 

as annoying as he is, you can’t deny how devastatingly attractive he is every time you see him. 

“i’m not here to make friends,” you say, ripping your gaze away from him. you have to look anywhere but his face. “especially ones like you.”

“it’s college, freshman, why the hell else would you be here?”

“i hope that you'll think about looking into engineering like we talked about. i know it’s a lot but starting soon could...”

“and what exactly do you mean by people like me?” he continues, although catching a sudden far away look in your eye. “what am i like?”

you cant even focus on the memories threatening to break through your mind as you stare up at him. the amusement that was once shining in his gaze taking a more subtle, dark turn.

he’s challenging you here right outside, whether it’s because you tried to presume something about him or because he’s incessant on annoying you, you’re not sure.

you just know he’s bold, careless. 

he doesn’t care that you barely know each other. that you started off on a bad foot or that you’re hitting him with every snarky, sassy comment that blurts out of your mouth. 

he wants to know you and you don’t know why - even though when you saw him in the cafeteria last week, you couldn’t help but notice the girl attached to his arm.

“does your girlfriend know you wanna be friends with me so bad?”

hana flashes in seonghwa’s mind and you watch as he winces, your lip curling in disgust - of course this tool bag has a girlfriend but still shows interest in other girls. 

“now who’s so interested in who?” seonghwa smirks, the teasing in his tone causing you to scoff. “got eyes on me or something?”

“i would’ve literally never talked to you again if i had it my way.”

and that is something you can say with absolute certainty - you knew the first day you met him that he was gonna be a problem.

that you were, maybe even subconsciously, gonna chase the feelings that he ripped from deep inside you with just a few snarky words and captivating eyes.

“hana’s not my girlfriend, by the way. not even close.”

you let out a sigh as you do your best to hold his gaze, nothing but the chatter and bustle of other students surrounding you both. he’s just as stubborn as you it seems, holds the same death stare that you’ve naturally acquired over the years. 

“well, that doesn’t change anything,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “still don’t care to be friends with you.”

“because you think i’m a dick?”

“because i’m just here to go to class and study.”

you’re back to holding each others gaze, his brow raised and your teeth sinking into your cheek until, against your better judgement, you speak again. 

“and, yeah, you might be a bit of a dick.”

you hate that you smile when a deep chuckle leaves him. the way he looks down but you can still tell a smile lights up his face, deep brown eyes peeking back up to catch the look on your face. 

he hates that he thinks it’s genuinely the prettiest smile he’s ever seen; he wasn’t sure you were capable of smiling, let alone looking like that when you did.

“if you just give me a shot, y/n, you’ll see that-”

“y/n! why are you just standing there? you’re freakin late!” you hear, yunjin’s high-pitched voice squeaking through the air. “did you forget we said new moon at six o’clo-”

her eyes widen when she notices you’re not just standing here alone but, in fact, speaking to someone. someone who just might be the hottest, yet scariest, man she’s ever seen. 

the undercut, the chains, the all black attire - it’s like he jumped out of the bad boy romance novel she’s reading. 

“uh, who is this?”

“no one,” you blurt out, just as seonghwa introduces himself as “seonghwa. i’m in y/n’s physics class.”

if you thought you were blurting out all the wrong things today, you should’ve known your chatter box roommate was gonna beat you at your own game. 

“oh em gee! the asshole?!”

your eyes fall shut as you deeply inhale, even momentarily blinded knowing that seonghwa was looking at you with that shit eating smirk. 

“the asshole, huh? so you have been talking about me.”

“i- uh-” yunijn says, trying to back track as she quickly notices her mistake. “did you say physics?” she chuckles nervously, “the asshole was actually from her english class! my mistake. sorry about that!” 

she winces when your eyes are back open and shooting a death stare at her, her lips mouthing “sorry!” as you look back at seonghwa. 

you narrow your eyes at him silently, the look on his face making you grow even more irritated before you take yunjin by the elbow. 

“let’s go, yunjin,” you grumble, the purple-haired girl looking around wide-eyed; you’re not even out of ear shot when she starts mumbling her apologies, seonghwa watching the both of you argue softly with a growing smile on his face.

“i didn’t even see him at first!” yunjin whines back in the dorm, your silent treatment finally breaking once you know for sure seonghwa is nowhere in sight. 

“how could you miss him, yunjin?” you ask in exasperation, sighing as you plop down on your bed. “he doesn’t exactly blend in.”

“because he’s so hot, right? i knew he was hot!”

you whip your head up and narrow your eyes at her, the silence only making a smile pull at her lips. 

“right?” she asks, her eyes lighting up with excitement. 

“wrong,” you say, keeping your tone flat. “because he’s irritating.”

“irritatingly sexy!”

you huff as you throw your head back down on your bed, partially because she’s right and partially because, now, he’s probably gonna take this and run with it.

as if he needed any other reason to start a conversation with you. 

“what were you guys talking about?” she asks, the first to admit she’s nosy to the core. “i didn’t think you’d talk to any of your peers.”

“i didn’t plan on it,” you grumble, leaving out the fact that, when you first started, you had no intention of talking to her either. 

“but it’s fun, no? you can’t help yourself,” yunjin quips, brow raised before she’s bold enough to make another comment. “i saw you smiling.”

“i wasn’t smiling.”

“you were smiling before i came.”

“you mean before you came and told him i called him an asshole? yeah, i remember.” 

her lips purse together as guilt crosses her soft features. 

“actually, i told him that it was a guy in your english...”

your cold, hard stare causes her words to die out slowly. 

“okay, yes! but he didn’t seem to mind!” she squeaks, plopping down on her bed with a whine. “i think he likes you, y/n.”

“he doesn’t even know me, yunjin.”

“and you don’t know him,” she counters, head cocked like she made a point.

“i know that he told the whole class that i have a staring problem.”

her lips purse together like she’s trying to think of something else to say. 

because she knows that, before she showed up, she saw a smile on your face that she so rarely sees. it was subtle and small but there was a glint in your eye that she hadn’t seen thus far.

like there was finally a speck of something behind your eyes, which were usually so... distant. that’s the only word she can think of. 

distant, far away, almost sad.

“doesn’t even matter,” you mumble, grabbing your backpack and dumping your books on your bed. “i have no interest in talking to him anymore.”

but you have a feeling if that were actually true, if you weren’t just saying that because of the constant mantra of bad memories and isolation playing in your mind, you wouldn’t have tolerated him when you saw him in the library a few days later. 

your extra credit tutoring session turned out to be more of a short introduction. the girl was only a year older than you and it was her second time taking remedial english. 

her grasp of basic grammar was not ideal to say the least but she was kind, spoke less than you and was so determined to get an a on her essay this semester, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had to help her. 

“your essay will be the biggest part of your grade so i think we should start there,” you suggest quietly, the two of you sitting in the library. 

it was bigger and more crowded than you thought it would be, nearly every table taken and students working diligently; you should probably study here a few days a week since yunjin is trying to fly through the twilight series with you.

“once you finish the book, and watch the movie, we can start brainstorming a topic and work from there. does that sound good?”

the girl nodded and thanked you quietly, eventually parting ways with soft smiles and gentle waves. 

you didn’t have class today so you think it’d be a good idea to get some more work done for later in the semester. you can’t finish your lab report for a few more weeks but if you start the beginning, it’ll be easier to-

“not surprised to find you here.”

you’re becoming a little too familiar with that grating deep voice, looking up from your spot to see seonghwa looming in front of your table. he’s in his usual shades of black, with that usual annoying look on his face where he’s half-smirking. 

you know he wants you to respond so you only roll your eyes and look down, continue typing away at your laptop with your notes in front of you. 

“you working on shit for physics?” 

you hit him with nothing but silence again, not sure if his presence or yunjin begging to watch twilight is worse; you’re gonna go with him, especially when he takes the initiative to sit across from you. 

“if so, i need your tutoring services.”

“how do you know i’m tutoring?”

his eyes light up in that mischievous way they seem to do when you answer, the cool relaxed way he sits back in his chair, both, enthralling and rage-filling. 

“lucky guess,” he says, a smile pulling at his lips at the way your eyes narrow. “for real, though. i’m gonna need help. i’m not lost yet but i know by the time our midterm comes, i’m not gonna know what the fuck is going on.”

“then it sounds like you have a lot of studying to do.”

“y/n, c’mon,” he says, his voice a deep groan that makes your stomach flutter. you need to have a serious re-evaluation of the type of person you are and what (who) you’re apparently attracted to. “i don’t know how to study.”

“you’re in your third year of college, seonghwa, how do you not know how to study?”

“aw, you remembered i’m a junior?”

your mouth pulls into a tight line that makes a laugh bubble out of him, something deep and low in his throat that, again, makes you highly consider re-evaluating yourself as a woman. 

“have fun failing.”

“hey, okay, okay, i was kidding,” he says, his hands raised innocently, although still wearing a stupid smirk. “i remember you’re a freshman, too, y/n. and that you called me an asshole to your purple-haired friend.”

you let out a sigh as you keep your stare hard and unassuming on him, the annoyance burning behind them so harshly, even you can feel it.

“you only want help for the midterm? cramming won’t be fun.”

“are you saying you want to meet weekly?”

“cramming is perfect. we’ll meet two days before, after class. once. one time.”

seonghwa smiles at you in a way that shouldn’t make your inside feel something they haven’t in years, maybe even forever, never having experienced any male attention before. 

that’s not to say a boy’s never asked you out, or showed a juvenile middle school interest, but you can’t say you ever experienced a serious relationship before.

“that’s all i need, y/n.”

“you’re one ballsy motherfucker, park, i’ll give you that,” hongjoong says from across the table. 

seonghwa was recounting his conversation with you from a few days ago, where there was now a plan set in place for you two to officially meet and hang out.

the nosy bunch couldn’t help but ask how it was going with ‘physics girl,’ a knowing glint in their eyes and smirks on their faces as they did so. 

“for real, there’s a difference between confidence and then straight up delusion, bro,” wooyoung says, “doesn’t she, like, barely talk to you? or anyone else for that matter.”

“she talks to me.”

“y/n barely talks to you.”

“how do you even know anything about her?” seonghwa asks, throwing a soggy cafeteria french fry at him. “and stop saying her name.”

“jealous already, are you? that was quick. hana should do whatever y/n is doing.”

seonghwa rolls his eyes because he knows that certainly doesn’t warrant a response, gaze shifting from his friends to the tables in the cafeteria. he didn’t have physics today and skipped his other classes, thinking that, in this moment, he should’ve just sucked it up and went. 

“y/n?” yunho asks, plopping down in his seat with a second serving of soggy french fries. “how’s that shit show going?”

“worse than we could have ever imagined,” wooyoung says, “well, for him. but great for us. we’re not gonna have to do our own laundry for the rest of junior year.”

seonghwa side-eyes wooyoung as he repeats the conversation to yunho; it’s a far more dramatic telling, with terrible impersonations of your bored tone and his deeper one. 

“one day?” yunho says unintelligibly, eyes wide, mouth stuffed with french fries. “you really think it’s only gonna take one day?”

“that’s exactly what i said!”

seonghwa watches as yunho chews and swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking again. 

“i’m not exactly familiar with heterosexual relationships and discourse but surely you need more than one day to-” 

“y/n alert, y/n alert, y/n alert! hot friend alert, hot friend alert, hot friend alert!”

the three men snap their heads to wooyoung and indiscreetly follow his gaze, watching as you, the purple-haired girl and a tall man plop down at a four-person table. 

“who’s that guy with them?” hongjoong asks, “does y/n have a boyfriend?”

“not that i know of,” seonghwa says, about to make a snarky comment about no one having the ability to tolerate you before yunho opens his mouth.

“if she does, it’s not that guy,” the man says casually, taking a sip from his drink. “he’s gayer than me.” 

“who’s gayer than a guy who kisses dudes?”

yunho side eyes wooyoung with a smirk he can’t stop, shaking his head before the boy, per usual, continues talking. 

“and how do you even know that? you looked at him for .2 seconds.”

“it’s obvious,” yunho says, “i’d bet my laundry for the rest of my life.”

but no one is brave or confident or stupid enough to take another bet this month, everyone’s nosy gazes finally leaving the table; there’s a rare few moments of silence in the group, just the chewing of french fries and sipping of drinks, before hongjoong speaks.

seonghwa knew he wasn’t gonna like it just from the amusement and challenging tone in his first word.

“well,” the man says, seonghwa meeting his friends gaze. “let’s see your one night is all i need plan in action, man. go talk to her.”

“fuck no.”

“c’mon, pussy,” hongjoong says, knowing this is only gonna get wooyoung and even yunho to start fucking with him too. “we wanna see this overwhelming connection and charisma you’re so confident in.”

“you know i’m good for it,” seonghwa says, a roll of his eyes that makes hongjoong snort. “you’ve seen it.”

because if there’s one thing seonghwa’s been since college started two years ago, it’s been an absolute man whore heartbreaker; even with hana on his tail, his body count is higher than he likes to admit. 

and he’s learned the most important lesson of them all: always have a box of condoms in your bedside table, car, and wallet. 

“i’ve seen it, yes, but i haven’t seen it with a girl who can’t stand you,” hongjoong says, “in fact, invite her to the party this saturday. if you’re so confident.”

“how do you know she can’t stand me?” seonghwa asks, ignoring the challenge of inviting you out this weekend. “you don’t know her.”

“wooyoung told me. he knows everything.”

seonghwa looks at his friend who’s watching the conversation with an amused smirk. 

“what?” he says, mock innocence in his voice. “it is true.” 

“you don’t know anything, wooyoung. how many times do we have to say this?

“we?” he asks, “who’s we? you and hana? you’re starting to sound a lot like her you know,” wooyoung says, fearing that, now, since he spoke her name, she’s gonna swarm them.

“perhaps you wanna throw in the towel and commit to her finally then?” wooyoung continues, knowing he’s the very best at getting under people’s skin. 

“you know how couples start to talk like each other? i think after all this time, boys, we finally lost ‘em to-”

seonghwa is shooting out of his seat and making his way over to you before he can stop himself, anything to get away from wooyoung’s nonsense shit talking. it quickly switches to deep laughter and immature hollering, seonghwa clenching his jaw as he approaches your table. 

“what are we thinking?” yunho asks, “i give him a solid two and a half minutes.”

“two minutes my ass,” wooyoung says, “thirty seconds, at most. wouldn’t be surprised if she kicks him in the nuts after ten.”

“i say a little over a minute,” hongjoong guesses, the three pairs of eyes stuck on the way your gaze immediately narrows when you see seonghwa stop in front of you.

“oh, this is gonna be so-”

“good!” yunjin spits out sassily, “don’t come! me and y/n will go to the party this weekend without you.”

“i already told you i’m not going yunjin,” you mumble under your breath, eyes focused down on your textbook. 

“yunjin, give it a rest already,” mingi groans, his head pounding from his friend’s chatter. “your persistence is what’s gonna drive bestie y/n into my arms.”

“oh okay! sorry i want her to have fun, mingi, i just think it would be-”

“what’s fun for us might not be fun for y/n and, judging from the look on her face right now, it looks like she’d rather blow her brains out then-”

“hey, y/n.”

you saw him coming, could hear those ridiculous boots coming from a mile away, and yet, the sound of his voice still makes your skin prickle; it’s one thing to harass you when you’re alone or in class but to do it so boldly in front of your friends? 

in front of his friends who you know are watching like a giddy group of school boys?

“what do you want?” 

“just wanted to come and say hi,” he says, voice low before his gaze shifts to yunjin and mingi. “hi again. hey man.”

“hello,” yunjin says, keeping her words purposely short. mingi only looks at the man warily, not able to gauge your reaction before settling on a “what’s up?”

seonghwa’s gaze quickly flickers back to you. 

“what are you doing this weekend?”

“we were actually trying to-” yunjin’s voice gets muffled and you can only guess that mingi had covered it with his hand; he is quickly working his way up the bestie list. 

“homework,” you reply shortly, tongue poking into your cheek. he’s not about to really do this right now. approach you like this and then have the audacity to roll his eyes at you. 

“y/n, can’t you take a break? you’re always doing work,” he says, so shameless even with company. “there’s a party on saturday. you should-”

“no.”

“you didn’t even let me-”

“no.”

“you gotta at least let me-”

“no.”

“so i won’t see you at the party saturday?”

“n- wait,” you say, catching yourself right before you made the fateful mistake; he would’ve taken that and ran with it. the smirk on his face tells you that with absolute certainty. 

“you’re too quick,” he mumbles, a shake of his head that makes you roll your eyes. 

“and you’re too annoying thinking that we’re friends.”

“we are friends. you agreed to tutor me, y/n, did you forget?”

“i will if you don’t leave this table right now.”

it’s a stare down that scares the shit out of everyone watching - one because yunjin and mingi have never seen this side to you and two because, even from across the room, seonghwa’s friends can tell he doesn’t know how to actually handle you. 

his body language isn’t like the seonghwa they know - always genuine confidence and an air of grandiosity - it’s... tenser. broad shoulders tight, head cocked ever so slightly, they’d bet if they could see his face, his jaw would be clenched. 

it’s just as intriguing as it is funny, the three of them bumping elbows and holding back snorts.

“i’ll leave if you agree to come.”

“seonghwa,” you growl under your breath, a smirk threatening to pull at his lips. 

something about the way he’s approached you today has made you more angry than the other times, seonghwa’s gaze moving to mingi. he’s watching you and him closely, his hand still over the purple-haired girl’s mouth (he thinks her name is yunjin) and his eyes unreadable. 

if he was your boyfriend, or even someone you had an interest in dating, he’d probably say something. maybe he’s your hana and for that, he feels an ounce of sympathy for you. 

it’s then the tall man’s mouth forms into a small smile. 

“might be a good time to go, man,” mingi says, his deep voice low and warning. “don’t think you’re gonna change her mind.”

“you don’t know me very well then,” he says, mingi’s eyes narrowing the same time you scoff. that snaps his attention right back to you, the way your eyes are burning into him and, for once, you’re not so cool, calm and collected. 

“just think about it, y/n,” seonghwa says, ignoring the way you roll your eyes. his lips pull into a smirk as he licks at his lips, craning his neck down at you. “one night of fun won’t kill you.”

you swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, seonghwa catching the slight tick in your jaw. his eyes linger over your face for a few seconds too long, too long for you to notice he caught something you try so desperately to hide.

as quick as it appeared, though, it was gone, and you turned away from him and back to your textbook dismissively. mingi takes one last look at him before seonghwa turns around, your shoulders only relaxing when you can tell he’s gone.

“who was that?” mingi asks tentatively, like he’s approaching an injured, vulnerable animal. “how do you know him?”

“he’s the asshole from her...”

yunjin’s words freeze on command when you look at her, her last words of “physics class...” mumbled under her breath. mingi raises a brow as he looks between you, yunjin and then to the table seonghwa retreated to, watching as his friends kick and swat him playfully.  

“wow. wow, wow, wow,” wooyoung says, seonghwa already regretting sitting back down. “a whopping 43 seconds for you to get atrociously humbled. that was so embarrassing.” 

“you really think one night is gonna be enough?”

“we could’ve given you a fucking year and that wouldn’t be enough,” hongjoong cackles, slapping seonghwa on the back. “that chick wants you to burn.”

“her name is y/n.”

“her name is seonghwa’s mortal enemy.”

the man can only roll his eyes and block out his obnoxious friends, his gaze boldly moving back to the table to see you leaving it alone. 

he sees your two friends watching with a confused, concerned expression, his own face contorting painfully when he catches hana walking through the front door.

great.

“y/n, do you remember what happened?”

those were the first words you recall hearing when you woke. it was an unrecognizable, soft spoken voice, the steady beeps of a heart monitor and the harsh stench of antiseptic in the air.  

you couldn’t feel anything but immense pain all over - your shoulder, hip, and left leg were aching like you’ve never felt before - but the feeling in your stomach was worse.

was a different type of pain: this knotted, gutted, dreadful pit that you couldn’t explain but was so palpable. 

“y/n? can you hear me?”

you can hear her, you can see her, but you can’t respond. the lights are shining bright and the walls are even brighter, memories and sounds playing in your head that don’t feel like yours.

flashes of glass and blood and a terrifying heat, screams that you recognize but can’t quite place. you think they might be yours but there someone else’s too. you think they might be-

“y/n? do you remember what happened?”

you recognize that voice immediately and it pulled you from your trance. your dad was hunched over the bed with bags down his cheeks and a terrifying emptiness in his eyes.

you wanna speak but your throat is scratchy - are you even able to speak anymore?

your dad grabs you a glass of water from your bedside table, gulping the small paper cup in one go. 

“d-dad,” you eventually say, eyes wandering to the two nurses and doctor in the doorway. “wh-where am i-” you begin to say, but you already know where you are.

the hospital - that much is obvious.

“wh-what happened?” you ask, watching your dad’s eyes somehow grow emptier. “why am i here?”

he bites his lip so maybe a sob doesn’t slip out or maybe because it’s habit, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows. 

“y/n, i...”

the room is silent, the world seems silent, except for the steady beat of your still pounding heart on the monitor. 

it’s a sickening reminder that you’re alive, still breathing, since you lived through something you can’t remember because your brain is trying to protect you for a few more seconds. 

“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”

everyone can tell the second you do. 

you remember everything. 

the heart monitor starts to beep quicker, your hands gripping the scratchy hospital sheets as you look frantically around the room. the doctors eyes fill with pity and your dad’s head drops, the feeling of being unable to breathe quickly sneaking up on you. 

the yelling. 

the screeching of tires on wet asphalt. 

the crash. 

the fire.

you start hearing your own tortured screams met back with silence, the silence you were so desperate for until you got it, and the silence you’re being met with right now. 

“wh-where is she?” you dare to ask, your voice breathy and shaky and oh, my god you really can’t breathe. “where is she? what happened?”

sometimes, it’s a particular sound that will bring a person’s memories back but the silence was doing that for you. the deafening, eerie, all-consuming silence at having no one respond back to you again. 

“someone answer me!” 

you don’t hear yourself scream those words but know you’re the only one speaking so it must’ve been you, tears gathering in your eyes as your chest starts to heave. 

as the monitor beeps so viciously, you’re not surprised to see another doctor rush in. 

“where is she? what happened? where- where is my-”

your face is wet when you wake up with a gasp, chest heaving as you frantically sit up and look around the room. 

you can make out yunjin sleeping from the faint night light plugged into the wall, the bright moon shining through your window and a gentle breeze blowing through the blinds. 

you were out of your bed and slipping your feet into slippers before you could even properly take the deep breaths you need, shaky, uneven breaths you were managing to keep quiet all the way to the elevator.

you slump against the wall once the doors close, your eyes slipping shut and bare shoulders pressed back on the cold metal. you welcome the sting that would normally make you squeal, your face so wet and sticky, you probably should have washed it first. 

the cold air is as much a saving grace as the bench is outside your dorm building, collapsing down as you put your head in your hands. you keep your eyes trained on the tiny blades of grass growing between the cracks in the concrete, sucking air in and out, in and out.

you don’t even realize you start tracing your fingers until your hand falls in your lap, gaze shifting from the grass to your own skin. you inhale as your finger trails up your thumb, curving around the nail you’ve bitten down to the nub before slowly exhaling.

it’s been a while since you’ve had a nightmare of that flashback. you couldn’t remember the last time you were thrown back into that eerie, sterile hospital room. 

despite not remembering much of your stay there, you know it was, without a  doubt, the worst two weeks of your life. 

when it wasn’t your doctor softly explaining how lucky you were, to the point where you finally spoke and proceeded to curse him out, it was one of the hospital psychiatrists. 

you would never admit it at the time but reflecting back, she was probably one of the best professionals you could’ve had at that time. she was kind and soft-spoken but was also honest with you.

didn’t say any of the bullshit everyone else was saying because they didn’t know what to say.

she warned you that your life was gonna be different. that you probably already knew that and were seeing it, feeling it, more and more each day. 

she didn’t beat around the bush about survivors guilt and its lingering effects. 

how you’re gonna have some of the worst, scary, all-consuming thoughts of your life and that, no matter what anyone says, you’re not gonna be able to believe you were meant to stay while she was taken. 

there wasn’t any cheesy ‘you were kept for a reason’ or ‘it wasn’t your time’ - it was just simply how the event unfolded. and how, going forward, you’ll be able to cope with it as a person who survived a terrible accident. 

one d.o.a. and one survivor.

you’ll never forget hearing that in passing once from the gossipy nurses.

you’re not sure how long you sit there and just breathe, trying everything in your power to push those thoughts away and focus on your breaths. the cold is causing your finger tips to grow numb, and your cheeks to redden, but you know you’re not ready to go back in yet.

you don’t even know what time it is or if yunjin woke up but you know you have to-

“y/n?”

at first, you think (hope, wish, pray to god if there even is one above) that you’re hearing things. that the deep voice which fills your empty shell of a body up with so much annoyance is all in your head. 

you’ve managed to avoid seonghwa all week in physics after the stunt he pulled in the cafeteria on tuesday. you started showing up strictly on time, knowing that seonghwa would have to claim his seat in the back right before class started.

and then before the professor could even get the words, “see you next week,” out of his mouth, you were gone.

you were successfully avoiding park seonghwa so you figured you had to be hearing things. that your mind was playing tricks on you in your most vulnerable state, with the person who was threatening to pull you out of it purely out of spite and lust. 

but when you hear it again, that deeply uttered “y/n?”, and the voice appears to be closer, you have a sinking feeling that the man is right in front of you. 

you look up and that’s exactly where you see him. 

the bright lights lining the path shine down on his face, a black sweatshirt covering his body with his hood pulled up; if you weren’t so used to his voice, he would’ve scared the shit out of you. 

you fear your voice will be shaky. 

that he’ll see your tear-stained face under the glow of the moon and be as nosy and persistent as he’s been since something switched in him a few weeks ago. 

you fear if he says the wrong thing, you’re just gonna break down because it’s been so long since you’ve heard yourself ask where is my-

“seonghwa,” you say, voice so low it’d be hard to make out any emotion or quiver. “what are you doing here?”

“i should be asking you that,” seonghwa says, his tone one you haven’t quite heard. it’s teasing, though only a little. some of it is laced with a genuine curiosity which, you suppose, is warranted - but, still, you don’t respond. 

you relish in the quiet campus and this man, whose intentions aren’t clear, not hearing your post nightmare voice. 

“for real, though, what are you doing out here?” he finally asks, “it’s cold. and three o’clock in the morning.”

you bite the inside of your cheek as a gust of wind blows, the lump in your throat spasming - of all the people to run into at this hour, it had to be him. 

“i enjoy sitting out to freeze. its peaceful, when i do it alone.”

a smirk threatens to pull at his lips and he knows he probably should just leave you be.

you’ve been avoiding him like the plague and there’s that edge in your voice you always seem to have when talking with him.

but your face looks more bothered than usual. the redness under your eyes and the fuzzy pajamas covering your body are only making him more intrigued.

you intrigue him in ways he doesn’t wanna think about, in ways that baffle him because never in his life has a woman given him shit the way you have. 

“if it wasn’t the middle of the night, i’d agree,” seonghwa says, the campus, while well-lit, dark and completely empty at this hour. 

“you’re out in the middle of the night, too.”

“i’m walking to my car, not sitting on a bench all cryptically in pajamas.”

a scoff leaves you as you roll your eyes, looking over to see the campus really is empty; you’re surprised, too, since it’s a friday night.

you thought there’d be at least a few drunks stumbling around, the very first being your floor mate kristabelle riley. 

your teeth sink into your cheek when you look back over to see him looking at you, your gaze narrowing because you hate when he does that. he came for your ‘staring problem’ on the first day but then proceeds to examine you like you’re some kind of science experiment. 

“well, you should get going then,” you blurt out, your red, freezing hands shooing him away. “your car’s not here.”

“no? i usually park in the middle of campus.”

your lips twitch but you don’t dare give him a smile, knowing he’ll take that as an invitation to sit down; but then you seemed to have forgotten that park seonghwa doesn’t feel like he ever needs an invitation.

he does what he wants, when he wants it, and doesn’t care who gets offended. he’s sitting beside you before you can even tell him to go away. 

you angrily side eye him as he takes in the cold, desolate area, his broad shoulders relaxing as he sticks his hands in his pockets.

“you know what,” he says after a few minutes causing your eyes to roll. “you might be onto something, y/n. this is pretty peaceful.”

the peacefulness remains as you both stay silent, him because he truly seems to be taking in the cold night air and you because you’ve had a bad enough night as it is; your hot mortal enemy will surely only make it worse.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

his words cause your neck to crane to him, his eyes trained on the row of trees and bushes in front of you. 

“what?”

he meets your gaze with a quirked eyebrow, lips pulled into a straight line. you can see that look of challenge that always seem to be behind his eyes. that stares right into your soul and makes you fear he can see something in you.

he attempts to do your own tactic of staying quiet but he’s a fool to think you’ll fall for your own tricks. 

“i said, you’ve been avoiding me,” he finally repeats, expression unreadable. it occurs to you in this moment there’s a small chance he might be a psycho. “don’t think i haven’t noticed the teachers pet is just getting to class on time and then hauling ass out.”

“there you go again, showing a vast interest in me and my habits,” you mutter, not able to keep the sarcasm out of your tone.

“well, should i not be interested?” he counters, “you’re my friend after all. my friend slash tutor.”

“not your friend. barely a tutor,” you say, before you can’t help but snap your head at him. “so, seriously seonghwa, what do you want from me?”

there’s that same tick in your jaw he noticed the other day, a look so heavy and deep in your eyes, he doesn’t know what to make of it. if he was a different type of man, he’d see it and feel for you.

because he at least knows it’s a look you don’t get from having an easy, happy life - but a sick part of him is intrigued by that. 

a part of him like this chase, the back and forth, the banter and snark that you provide. 

a part of him longs to see those rare hints of smiles and smirks that come out which leaves him confident he intrigues you a little bit too. 

“why do i have to want something?” he asks, “can’t i just get to know you?”

“you obviously want something,” you say, brows pulled together as you shake your head. 

“yes,” he admits, watching your eyes narrow at him even more. “i want to get to know you, i want to know why you dislike me so much, and, most importantly, i want you to come to the party tomorrow.”

you take his words for what they are, giving him a blank stare that only causes him to smile.

“what?” he asks, the way he’s looking at you right now terrible for your already knotted stomach; it should be a sin to be this attractive. “you think i’m bullshitting you?”

“i don’t know what to think of you, seonghwa,” you mutter, moving your gaze to the row of bushes he was looking at. “i don’t know why you’d want any of that.”

and that’s not because you’re someone with low self-esteem, you like to think you were raised in a way that gave you confidence, you just genuinely have no idea why he’d want to get to know you.

you’re cute enough, you suppose, but there are girls way prettier. and nicer. and probably way more susceptible to the charms of someone who looks like him.

you would be, if you weren’t on track for something else. 

or, at least, trying really really hard to be on track for something else. something you need to do to be okay with the fact that you’re still on this god forsaken earth. 

“i don’t know why either,” seonghwa says, knowing it’s a safe answer and close enough to one of the many truths; but, of course, because he’s dealing with you, it’s not a good enough answer.

he should’ve figured that you’d see right through it.

“you don’t know why but you start harassing me out of the blue for the past two and a half weeks?”

“are you counting the minutes too?”

your eyes narrow and you have half the mind to get up and leave - who knew the trick to dealing with post nightmare panic was an obnoxious, irritating man - but you much prefer to give him the silent treatment.

ignore him and his stupid comments until he can’t handle not being acknowledged anymore. 

“i have an idea,” he says, causing you to reluctantly make eye contact again; this should be good. “you come to the party tomorrow, i won’t sit next to you in class anymore.”

it really isn’t a fair deal, since he only sits up there for less than fifteen minutes, but it’s enough to make you consider it. 

you’d be able to start getting there early the way you like to, not have to worry about walking in the room and seeing his stupid smug face right in your front spot. 

but at the cost of a party? that was a rule you made for yourself almost immediately - not that you’d really have fun, knowing he’d be there waiting to harass you, but still. 

“i see you thinking,” he hums playfully, ignoring him with a blank stare. “c’mon, i know how much it’s killing you not to show up an hour early anymore.”

“you don’t know anything,” you spit, voice biting, as cold as the air whipping you in the face - he’s not correct, it’s not killing you - you’d just... prefer it.

you also know for a fact yunjin and mingi would throw a fit if you told them you were down to go tomorrow. 

but do you really want this obnoxious man thinking he has any power here? he already got you to tutor him in physics. 

“just think about how nice it’d be, y/n,” he says, his low voice beside you paired with the cold chill a deadly combination. “the front row empty, except for your lab partner. you get all your shit out and prepare to answer every god damn question the professor asks. you’ll even be able to-”

“okay, okay, i get it,” you snap, head whipping over to see a smirk pulling at his lips. his eyes search for your face and you hope that the tear-stained puffiness is gone (although you’re sure it is and replaced by a sneer).

your heart pounds the longer the gaze is held, both of you intent on keeping it. him because he can’t quite read you and you because you’re too stubborn to break it. 

he can’t understand you at all. 

how a girl just starting out what’s supposed to be the best time of her life could seem so bitter and lifeless. how the only time you have any hint of emotion in your eye is when you’re looking at him with disdain. 

how the one time he decides to fixate on a girl, it’s someone like you.

“you get it but you’re not saying anything,” he says, that smirk and his eyes and jesus christ, you have to get it together. “enough of this silly silent treatment, y/n.”

although your mind is made up, now you have to remain silent. eyes wide, brow quirked, bouncing your gaze around from him to the dorm building to the trees and bushes over his shoulder. 

you wonder how long you can keep this up, the tips of your fingers now numb. you wonder how long he’ll let it happen, if he’s just as stubborn as you or-

“i think i’d feel more inclined to leave right now if you didn’t stop talking my-”

“i’ll be at the party tomorrow.”

you can’t help but smile in amusement at the look of shock that crosses his face, tongue poking your cheek so you don’t giggle. 

“did i- did i hear you right? you’ll come?”

“as long as you never speak to me in physics again, yes.”

“ah, ah, now that wasn’t the deal,” he says, shaking his head with a glint in his eye. “i only said the beginning. and that i wouldn’t sit in the front.”

if your eyes shot out daggers, he knows he’d be dead - but because they don’t, a deep chuckle leaves him. 

“maybe by the end of it, you’ll hate me less.”

“maybe by the end of it, i’ll hate you even more.”

“not sure that’d be possible at this rate.”

a smile pulls at your lips again so you take great interest in our own frozen hands, seonghwa catching it and biting back a smile of his own before a gust of winds blows your way. 

under the dim light, he catches how red your skin is. 

“what were you doing out here tonight anyway?” he asks, once again looking over you and your pajamas. “looks like you stumbled out of bed.”

a lump forms in your throat because, for a moment, you’d almost forgotten. you’d almost forgotten because that’s exactly what happened, with panic lodged in your throat and a burning ache in your lungs. 

with booming words and a silence that was deafening. 

“y/n? do you remember what happened?”

the yelling.

the screeching of tires on wet asphalt.

“do you remember... anything that happened, y/n? anything at all?”

the crash.

the fire.

“where is she? someone answer me! what happened? where- where is my-”

“y/n!”

you hear the heavy metal door followed by the sound of yunjin’s yelp, head craning back to see her clobbering down the pathway. she’s in her sleeping shorts and pink slippers, messy hair moving side to side before she’s looking in that direction.

“y/n! is that you?”

you press your lips together at her frantic voice, half of you painfully aching while the other half wants to laugh.

“hi, yunjin.”

“god, you were out here for so long i started to freak myself out!” she squeals, rushing to your side with her eyes on you. “are you okay out here? it’s freezing! did you have a-”

something about your face must cause her words to halt, brows pulled together in confusion before, finally, she notices the mass of black clothing and dark, nosy, annoyingly beautiful eyes next to you.  

“jesus christ! the a- seonghwa! the seonghwa! you scared the shit out of me!”

“nice to see you again the yunjin.”

“oop you remembered my name,” she says, teeth sinking into your lip so you don’t smile; four a.m. is not a good time apparently. she looks to you with a look of, both, suspicion and excitement. 

“he remembered my name,” she whispers, loud enough for the boy to still hear her.

“y/n remembered that i was a junior.”

“oh-me-gee! you’re a junior?” yunjin squeals, “do you know-”

“that it’s 4 am and my hands are about to freeze off?”

yunjin looks down to see your red hands, a gasp leaving her mouth before she smacks you softly. 

“y/n! what the heck! you can’t be out in the cold for so long.”

“tried to tell her but she wouldn’t stop talking my ear off,” seonghwa says, earning him one of your dirty side-eyes that has his cold lips pulling into a smile. 

he rises to his full height as he sticks his hands in his pockets, looking down at you once more. you keep eye contact because it’s a challenge and you’ve been doing it all night. 

because something about the way he looks at you leaves you knowing, as much as you fight it, as irritating as he is, a part of you is interested in him; whether it be purely lustful or shallow, which you think it might be, the interest in there. 

and you swear you can see it right back in his eyes too.

“don’t stay out much longer,” he says, your narrowed gaze telling him you don’t take well too demands. “i’ll see you tomorrow. both of you, i presume,” seonghwa says, a smirk on his face as he looks to yunjin.

he doesn’t know the girl but he has a feeling she’s gonna freak when she finds out. 

“tomorrow?” she can’t help but squeak, seonghwa smirking at the way your eyes bore into him. “what’s tomorrow?”

seonghwa walks away with a sarcastic wave, his tall frame retreating just as yunjin pulls you up - her strength for someone her size is concerning. 

“ouch,” you mutter quietly, although not in pain. yunjin must know it too because she completely ignores you, eyeing you with a glint, like she already knows the plan that seonghwa blackmailed you into. 

“what’s tomorrow, y/n?”

(part 3)

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[ateeznoa]

RELATIONSHIPS | OUTSIDE ATEEZ.

red velvet yeri

• besties for the resties

• bffls

• her first friend when she joined sm

• yeri truly got noa to come out of her shell

• they have friendship rings

• believe it or not, they’ve even been embroiled in a dating scandal

• that’s how close they are

seventeen seungkwan

• if there was ever a person that trolled her more than anything

• it’s seungkwan

• no lie, when she first met him, she thought he was the leader of svt

• imagine her surprise when she realized the dude who talks so much and presents himself so much isn’t the leader

• *surprised pikachu face*

• you remember that jeju island jingle…yeah he hates it because of her now

viviz sinb

• seungkwan was the perfect segway into these two meeting

• hit it off almost immediately due to their mutual disdain of seungkwan (im totally kidding guys, they love kwannie)

• had seungkwan not introduced them, noa never would have had the guts to say anything to sinb

• has been a fan of sinb since gfriend

• sinb thinks that noa just shines in ateez. wants to be the very first feature on noa’s future solo

btob changsub

• lol, there has to be something in the water with btob

• they do what they do best and that’s attracting fanboys and fangirls

• noa has literally been a fan of btob since debut

• so when they were on kingdom together, noa almost lost her shit

• he introduced himself because he could tell she was too nervous to say anything

• he was so sweet to her too

• the boys thought it was funny because here’s noa meeting her bias of her favorite group and he’s asking to be her friend

• he made her feel so relaxed and even let her drop honorifics

• truly adopted her as a little sister and brought her under his wing

lee know

• wooyoung likes to say that noa gathered admirers during kingdom

• and yes, lee know is one of them (well lee know and all of 3racha)

• they got along well due to their mutual love for dancing

• they didn’t have a lot of interactions with each other

• once again, nosy wooyoung says it’s because they were too shy to interact

• the little interactions they did have were cute though, like when noa congratulated skz when they won

• the first person she hugged was lee know

• they may or may not like each other (i won’t elaborate any further)

the boyz q

• remember noa’s admirers….

• well q is one of them

• dude was MESMERIZED by noa

• dude was so mesmerized that he had no intentions of introducing himself to her in fear that he might embarrass himself

• leave it to his trusty maknae eric to embarrass him

• noa thought q was really sweet

• they get along well

• they’ve exchanged numbers and hang out when they have free time

• purely a platonic relationship

sabrina carpenter

• YOU MEAN DA DOLL?????

• omg sabrina thought noa was GORGE

• sabrina downright enjoyed ateez’ coachella stages and had to meet the pretty girl that had her drawn in from the beginning

• noa thought it was so cool how much of a fan sabrina had become in such a short time

• they exchanged numbers and now they talk all the time

• noa is pretty sure her english has gotten ten times better since meeting sabrina

• and that’s facts

[soaplickerrr]

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Chapter Eleven

Cotton Candy Landing

What goes up must come down. And as everyone from Orbit lands, more secrets are unveiled and will lead them to run. But will this path lead them to happily ever after or should they turn around?

Welcome back to the family of stoners. They’re all grown up and settling down. Everyone’s got full time jobs and some went and got married. Life is finally looking good for most. (Y/n has been turned into Bun Bun because this story follows a different lead.)

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings: “cheating”, humiliation, calling out, cussing, fighting, slaps, ruin wedding, threatening, cursing(snows doing)

-

Jess was starting at the mirror at Mae’s house, looking at the dress. “Baby. Stop. You look great.” Mae told her as she stood in front of her. “I wish I was giving you this speech for your actual wedding. You look amazing. You’re gonna do great. We’re kicking him to the curb and coming back here to party with San. Okay?”

Jess nodded at Mae and smiled. “I’m okay. It’s just shell shocking that this is actually going to happen. I’m leaving the man I thought I was in love with.” Jess sat down on the bed. “I’m letting him go because I was only in love with him because I wanted to believe he loved me. When the man who actually did, stood on the side.”

“That man standing on the other side of the door, would wait a million moons for you baby. He loves everything about you.” Mae smiled brightly. “Here.” Mae pulled out a letter. “I wrote this last night. San told me about the brave face you’ve been putting on. Read this when you want too. I’ll be back, I’m going to make sure everything is ready.” Jess nodded and watched Mae walk out the door.

Mae had a nice backyard and told them they could use it. They didn’t go all out like Jess wanted but she was happy with what was done. Mae put so much work into this and she’s sad she’s letting it go to waste. Jess looked at the note and opened it up.

-

‘Dear my soupmate.

I’ve watched you grow into the most beautiful, amazing, loving, caring women I’ve ever met. You make me smile when you’re not even trying. Life was quiet (at some points. Wooyoung and San can’t be quiet to save their lives) until you came into it. You’re the star that shines in the sky even when clouds try to cover it. You’re the pink sprinkles on rainbow cakes. You’re the gold to my fish and the rice to my cakes. We fit together like a puzzle and you healed my heart when it was completely broken. All of you have been a blessing to know. You all contributed to me becoming whole again and I’ve never be able to thank you enough. San will treat you better than anyone in the world. (Expect me. You’re MY princess.)

I’m so damn lucky to have a soulmate like you.

I love you so much princess.

From your soupmate, Mae Baby.’

-

Jess had to wipe the tears running down her face. Mae always knew how to make her feel better. “San? Are you still out there?” Jess called.

“Yes princess.” San called back.

“Can you come in?” She asked, trying to make sure her make up looked alright.

San opened the door and stepped in. His eyes hit her dress and then up to her face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He was star struck. “Jess.” He whispered. He walked over to her and wipe her tears. “Jess baby. Are you okay?” She nodded, as she smiled.

“Yes. I’m okay. Mae wrote me a cute note and I’m just sobbing because of it.” Jess giggled as she looked at him. He smiled down at her and sighed.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you?” San whispered.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t kiss me.” Jess whispered back. San smiled and pressed his lips against hers. He left one hand on her cheek and put the other on her hip to pull her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. Call it cliché but she could feel the sparks. San pulled away and placed his forehead against hers.

“I want to continue, but fuck baby. If I do, you aren’t walking down that isle at all.” San mumbled. She pouted and nodded.

“Jess baby.” She heard Mae’s voice through the door.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to hid San in my bathroom. Jisung is on the way to the room. He wants to “hold” your hand before the wedding.” Mae said through the door. Jess looked at San and he smirked.

“I could just claim you in front of him instead.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the door.

“Get in the bathroom.” She hissed at him.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.” He chuckled.

~

“Is everything ready?” Mae asked Snow. Snow nodded and looked at her Apple Watch. Jeongin was standing next to them, watching Snow. He had meet her a few days before the wedding and was very smitten with the witch. He wanted to know more.

She was gorgeous and the black dress and witches hat she wore made him drool. He knew after all this was over, he’d have to ask her out. He always loved chaos and she had it written all over her.

The dog she held onto also showed how protective she was. Jeongin loved that. He wanted her to be his and man was he gonna try hard to do so.

“Okay. Chan and Caden are greeting everyone. Minho is getting Jisung ready with the help of Mingi and Seonghwa. Wooyo is with Yeo Yeo at the moment. The girls are getting lined up and the PowerPoint slides are ready.” Snow smiled at her sister. “You need to go get in the line up.” Snow hissed at her sister. “Go!”

Mae sighed and ran to the back. The rest of the girls were giggling at a joke Wooyoung had said. Jess waved at Mae and held out her hand. “Thank you again for the note. I love you.” Jess kisses Mae’s cheek and leaned her head on Mae’s shoulder. Mae kisses Jess’ head and took a deep breath. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah. Just not liking the idea of walking down with Minho. I’ll be okay though.” Mae smiled but it didn’t go to her eyes.

“I can get someone to swap.” Jess said.

“I’ll swap. Walk with baby boy here and I’ll walk with shithead.” Cassi said.

“Are you sure?” Mae asked. Cassi just nodded.

“I’m sure. It’s okay.”

Wooyoung stepped towards Mae’s side and kissed her temple. “He’s not gonna do anything. He’s been on edge all day. I think he’s been trying to figure out if we know.”

“Well, Jisung’s in for a rude awakening.” Kayla mumbled.

“Oh, can we tell them? Maybe make the day a little better?” Mae asked Kayla. Kayla smiled and nodded.

“Jess, would you like to tell them?” Jess smiled. She had found out the night of the movie night they had. The popcorn made her sick, which never happens.

“Mommy here, is going to be an actual mommy in about five or six months.” Jess smiled.

“NO WAY.” The squeals started and so did the congratulations.

“That’s why you’ve been so adamant on being DD.” Bun bun said.

“Yes. That is why. I needed to make sure we were far enough along. I haven’t told the boys yet. I wanna plan a big thing for it.” Kayla smiled.

“Can we help?” Ani asked.

“Of course!” Kayla smiled.

“Alright. Come on. We have to get in line.” Yeosang said as he pushed everyone towards the front. He kissed Mae’s cheek and then Wooyoungs and smiled. “You both look stunning.”

“You look stunning yourself baby.” Mae smiled at Yeosang.

They had all got in line. The boys with each girl. Minho sighing as he stood next to Cassi. Yeosang had taken a step back since he wasn’t in the wedding and walked to Jess. “Everything’s ready in the room. Just get her in there after San and I runaway.” He nodded and smiled at her when the music started.

“Kick his ass babygirl.” Yeosang told Jess.

“Fuck yeah I will.”

-

“Would you like the say your vows?” The officiant asked. The two nodded.

“I can go first.” Jisung said. “Jess baby. You’ve brought so much joy into my life this last few years. I wouldn’t change it to save the world. You mean so much to me and I’m so happy to call you mine. Thank you for choosing me.”

“Jess. Your turn.” The officiant said.

Jess smiled brightly. “I can’t believe today is actually happening. I’m standing here surrounded by family and friends. People who have watched me grow and become a better person. Jisung.” She took a step away from him and grabbed the remote to the tv. “I made a slide show, showing you how much I love you.”

Jess hit the button and smiled as the first screen appeared. ‘I love you to the moon and back’ click ‘It’s always been you.’ click. ‘I thank you for everything you’ve done for me.’ click. ‘Waking up to you everyday will be the best feeling and view.’ click. ‘I love you so fucking much… Choi San.’

“San?” Jisung asked.

“I figured I’d tell the truth since you wanna lie to everyone. I’ve been in love with the thought of love. You don’t want to settle. You probably will never want to settle. Don’t drag me into the shit.”

“Jess what are you talking about?” Jisung asked.

“Play it.” Mae yelled to Chan, who proceeded to play the recording of Jisung telling Minho he fucked a girl.

“Is that not you?” Jess asked.

“Baby.”

“Wait. There’s two more slides. Oh look,” *click* “that’s you banging the bitch the night of the party.” *click* “that’s you bringing her home the night I stayed at Mae’s. Hey bumbling shit muffin. The ring door bell works at the house. Anyways, good luck. You’re gonna go far and you’ll stay there because you suck. Fuck you jisung in every worse way possible.”

“He’ll realize how needy and insecure and selfish you are. Don’t come running back when he does.” Jisung undid his tie.

“Talk to her like that again and I’ll drop you like the ball you are.” San growled. “She’s a fucking princess. Learn to respect it. Because I will be treating her as such. She’ll be so spoiled, you’ll never be on her mind. Now, if you don’t mind, imma take my girl and we’re gonna go.” San swoop Jess up bridal style and headed to house.

Kayla walks up to jisung and glared. “I’d spit on you but you aren’t worthy of my spit. I’d hit you but I wouldn’t wanna contaminate myself with the rotten trash that you are, that should have been taken out a long time ago.” Before anyone else could get a word in, Caden punched Jisung in the face, knocking him backwards into Minho.

“Man. You really are stupid.” Wooyoung mumbled as he walked by and started dragging Mae away, who flipped Jisung off.

“I hope you go far and stay there.” Mae yelled.

-

“What are we doing?” Cassi asked Caden.

“Just trust me. Jess asked me to see if all of you would stay.” Caden stated and smiled at Wooyoung and Yeosang. They stood on both sides of the alter. “You two look great.” He smiled.

“Oh my gosh.” Cassi said, making Caden laugh.

“Surprise.” Wooyoung smiled. “All Jess’ idea.”

-

“Jess what is this?” Mae asked her as Jess held out a wedding gown.

“You’ve done way to much work for a wedding to not happen and I know we think alike so you love half of the stuff out there. Please put this on and let’s go have a wedding. Your two boys are standing up there, waiting on you.”

“Jess. How’d you?” Mae questioned.

“Baby. I can plan stuff without you knowing as well. I mean, obviously a last minute thing but your mom said you’ve had this dress picked out way before Minho happened and that you wanted it for your perfect match. You got two of them. Standing at the end of the isle. Put it on and let’s go.” Jess giggled and Mae signed.

Mae put the dress on and smiled when it fit perfectly. “Oh my gosh.” Jess said. “You look stunning.”

“Damn Mae baby. You look great.” San said from the door. “Come on. I’ll give you away.” He held out his arm.

“Wait!” Jess said. Mae turned and looked at her. She handed her the flowers and put the veil in her hair. “There we go. Perfect.”

-

Everyone was standing up and the music started. Mae took a deep breath and looked at San. “You got this baby girl.” She nodded and they walked out together. She looked up and smiled. Everyone she loved was standing up there for her.

Wooyoung blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. Mae looked like a Goddess walking down to him in the dress. Yeosang, on the other hand, had tears running down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to be married to his two best friends and fuck did Mae look stunning.

-

“I do.” Mae smiled.

“I do.” Wooyoung said.

“And I do.” Yeosang stated.

“Well how ever you want to do it, kiss your bride men.” The officiant smiled.

Both boys smiled at each other and place a huge kiss on her cheeks, making her giggle. She kissed both of them quickly and they all walked down the isle.

“To the cake.” Mae giggled.

~

“This turned out great by the way.” Jess smiled at Yeosang. Wooyoung and Mae were dancing together on the floor.

“Hell yeah it did.” Jess giggled.

“Sorry to break this cute moment up, but can I dance with my girl now?” San chuckled. Yeosang nodded.

“I’m gonna go dance with my two.” He put down his wine glass and walked to them.

The night went on with everyone giggling, dancing, and having a great time. Mae was married. Jess was with San finally. Life was finally looking up.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommytober Series 2022- Day 11

First Time w Mommy(Ateez & Stray Kids)

Dom!idol x SubFem!reader

Content includes: virgin!reader (duh), Mommy!Seonghwa, Mommy!Felix, Mommy!Hyunjin, praise, reassurance, hand-holding, love-making, protected sex (wear a condom ppl), reader does not c*m, emotional sex, slight angst, fluff...SO MUCH FLUFF.

18+ Only.

This prompt is different to the rest of Mommytober. This fic creates shorter pieces with the reader experiencing their 'first time' individually with Mommy!Felix, Mommy!Hyunjin & Mommy!Seonghwa.

This is pure filth and does not portray an accurate representation of the stated Kpop idol.

Mommy!Felix:

'You need to tell Mommy if anything hurts okay darling?' Felix hovered you as he pushed your hair away from your face and rubbed the side of your cheek.

The trust you had for him filled his heart with joy as he chuckled when you nodded feverishly at him, hands clutching his shoulders.

'Yes Mommy, I promise' He cupped your face when he saw the nervous smile upon your face, before grabbing a pillow and pushing it under your hips.

'This will make it feel a better experience for both of us' He rubbed your hand in reassurance before he moved back to settle on his knees, cock aching and his heart pounding off his chest.

'I know you've thought about this before, how would you like me?' You had both scheduled for this to happen, wanting an entire day that was focused on Mommy making this a pleasurable experience for you.

'I want you on top with my legs around your hips, I love having you close to me' The eagerness was so prevalent in your voice, he knew you were just as ready as he was.

Fuck, he hoped he wasn't going to blow his load after 30 seconds.

'I was hoping you'd say that, Mommy loves feeling you under me' Felix's voice darkened, he quickly and a little clumsily pulled the latex-free condom onto his dick.

Felix was okay with using whatever protection you wanted and knowing you were both 'clean', you wanted to feel as much of him as you could.

Once the condom was secured and he gently moved to spread your thighs, Felix paused for a moment to admire your body.

Cunt dripping from his tongue and fingers, nipples hard, hickeys on your neck, the sheen on your skin.

'You're so fucking perfect for Mommy' he groaned before he leaned over and kissed you feverishly, hands rubbing down your sides before he pulled away and locked your ankles around his hips, his hand sliding his cock between your folds before pressed the tip in.

Felix's other hand was placed next to your head, elbow supporting him as he lightly kissed the tip of your nose.

'Okay darling, I need you to breathe in for Mommy' your chests raised in unison, loudly huffing air in, your hands gripping tighter on his sides in anticipation.

'And breathe out' Felix whispered and when he felt your body relax slightly from the exhale.

He pressed his forehead against yours and slowly pushed in.

Mommy!Hyunjin:

'You're doing so good for Mommy, I am so proud of you' Hyunjin praised, fingers rubbing your scalp as he kissed you lovingly to distract you from the pain.

His tongue licking the inside of your mouth, hands in your hair, his chest pressed against yours and his cock being squeezed by the tightness of your cunt.

A pant was exchanged between the two of you, he could feel your body trembling underneath him and the shaky breaths filling the air.

'Are you okay?' Hyunjin asked, his face filled with concern as his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

'Ahh, 'm okay, it's just...you're so deep...' you felt Hyunjin shuffle against you so you tightened your legs slightly, staring into his concerned eyes.

'Don't worry, I knew how this was going to feel' you comforted him, hands reaching up to cup his face as you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

With a low whisper vibrating into Hyunjin's ear, words of reassurance were spoken.

'It's okay, you can move now' and you leaned your head back against the pillow, exhaling again so you can try to relax.

Hyunjin's eyes never strayed from your face as he slowly began to rock back and forth, more-so just grinding his cock even further rather than pulling out.

'You look so sexy for Mommy, you look so fucking beautiful baby' Murmurs of praise were breathed against your lips, hands softly holding onto your thighs as his pace, slowly shifting his cock and pushing it back in, inch by inch.

Hyunjin's whimpers and your breathy whines resonated in the room.

'Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you so much'.

Mommy!Seonghwa:

'M gonna cum soon' Seonghwa groaned into the crook of your neck, his thrusts slow but hard, hips pressed against yours and his hands rocking you back and forth against him.

Your skin slicked with sweat, hands tangled in Seonghwa's matted hair, 'It's okay Mommy, you can cum for me' you permitted Seonghwa.

His thrusts stopped suddenly as he shifted himself up so he can look, his eyes glazed with arousal, pleasure and a hint of anxiety.

'But you haven't cum, I haven't felt it. I can't feel you clenching' He looked down at his cock still inside you, his balls were aching, he knew he was moments away.

Disappointment filled him, you had trusted him with your body and being inside you felt heavenly.

He needed to take care of you, he NEEDED to make you cum.

The experience was amazing, you felt adored, loved and appreciated but the stretch was too noticeable, the sensation too foreign and you knew you weren't just going to get there tonight.

Your hands rubbed up and down Seonghwa's sweat-coated back, you could feel his neediness and you NEEDED to let him know that it was okay.

'Mommy, it's okay. It's normal for my first time'. A soft kiss pressed to his shoulder, 'please keep moving, I want you too'.

Tears of love swelled up in Seonghwa's eyes, his lip quivered slightly and his slowly resumed his pace, a pant of satisfaction exhaled between both of you.

Seonghwa's hands slid down your arms as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, fingers interlaced with yours as his pace deepened and messy kisses were placed upon your lips.

Heartfelt words were groaned out between his kisses and thrusts,

'You have my heart precious..*mmh*..I've been waiting for this for so long..*hah*..next time will feel better my love, I promise' and with a husky grunt and a slam of his hips, his cum spurted into the condom and his body trembled above you.

He stayed inside of you as he let his cock soften, eyes teary and filled with love, voices cracked, arms and legs pressed against each other.

'T-thank you, thank you Mommy. I loved it..l-love you'.

Seonghwa pulled his cock out with a gasp and pressed a loving kiss to your lips one last time.

'My precious, little star. Mommy will always be grateful for letting me love you'.

To those who are interested in why I didn't make the reader cum was because I wanted it to be realistic.

More likely with your first time (particularly if you have a v*lva) you won't cum (at least from penetration alone) because it's a new experience for your mind and body.

I also feel that you can have loving, pleasurable sex without finishing and still feel nurtured afterwards.

Taglist: @reighlee-greaves @honeyhotteoks @hongthoven @iliana26 @mischiefsmind @vernon-s-whore @hipster-shiz @ateezreactionsandscenarios @seungminluv3 @creativechaoticloner @monstaxdirtywonk @destiny-fics @8tinytings @manipulated-sky @hwaberrycake

[etherealyoonghwa]

Ateez Incorect Quotes #6.

Somin: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Wooyoung: What did you do Somin?

Somin: A MISTAKE

[aliskzoo]

To Atone for your Sins

“Well darling, all we want to do is help you. Don’t you think they deserve it?”

Homicidal outbreaks, drug littered streets and more menacing people than ever are starting to leak through the cracks of the city walls. And you don’t want a single bite of it. So, when one of your new found friends gets himself caught up in trouble, will you pick up old habits to help, or will you crawl back into hiding?

This story will include scenes of violence and graphic themes, some instances of stalking, and other themes that some viewers may find uncomfortable. I will always specific what is in each chapter, but this is just an overall warning for the rest of this story.

Genre: Action, angst, mature.

Pairing: Ateez, some skz members as well cause why not~

Chapter One: Fuck Fate

900+ words

Warnings// swearing, alcohol, men being weird, kinda talk about religion but not really. Don’t think I’m missing anything. And yes this is based in a strip club.

Authors note: hiiiii, so this is the first chapter for my first series ha. Any and all feedback is very much appreciated. Also the chapters will get larger in terms of words and length, this first chapter is just kinda an introduction to the oc. Enjoy :)

I don’t remember much before this.

Well, that’s a lie. But for the sake of my own sanity, and new identity I ignore it.

All the nightmares, the anxiety…. the guilt.

One person shouldn’t have to go through so much. But I guess fate had other plans for me.

You know what, fuck fate. It landed me here, surrounded by old rich men, willing to spend all their life savings on one night of mediocre pleasure. Around other girls, who are either incurable alcoholics, walking drug mules or are too innocent for their own good. So yeah, fuck fate, or fuck whatever God that runs this absolute shit show of a world.

The girls are ok though, as much as I judge them, they’re all nice. But this place just seems to suck the life out of people, drowning all the bearable moments in copious amounts of average liquor.

This bar seems to either only use the money they get on more alcohol, like we need anymore, or the god damn lights that are blinding me on this rickety old stage. At least my set is nearly over for the night, maybe I should go check on Chuck, he’s always got more money to give me. And maybe I should check on-

“Lucy!”

Shit, I’m just standing here aren’t I. Dammit, now I’m gonna look like an-

“Lucy!”

I did it again didn’t I?

“I’m comin’ Mary, don’t get those lace panties in a twist.” I say as I come off the stage, instantly feeling the temperature difference as I move away from the lights.

“Don’t come at me with that attitude honey, you were just standing there for a whole minute! If anything you should be thanking me for saving your ass-“

“Don’t you have a set to start Mary?”

“Oh shit!”

Oh Mary, if anything she’s just as bad as me when it comes to rambling on. Except I seem to enjoy doing it in my own head, on stage, in front of an audience of paying customers, embarrassing the absolute shit out of myself. But hey, the more I do that, the more pity money I get so I can’t really complain.

As I walk from backstage onto the floor, I spot one of my favourite regulars sitting at the end of the bar, sipping his usual gin tonic. “Why is he one of your favourite customers?” you may ask. Well, because he gives me his money and DOESN’T except me to suck him off. Crazy right?

“Look who’s here on his only night off!” patting his shoulder and letting it linger there juust a little, circling around him to the other side of the bar and picking up the liquor to give him a refill.

“To see my favourite girl of course!” He yells, drawing attention from the greedy men in the audience, some of which who HAVE asked me to suck them off.

“Now now Jisung, no need to get all possessive of me”

“I can’t help it Lucy, you’re a gorgeous girl, and sweet let me tell ya. These greedy fuckers don’t deserve a single second of your time!” God, he really knows how to flatter a girl doesn’t he?

The conversation slowly went into Jisung explaining his day as I cleaned up behind the bar. Every now and then looking up to see him in his own little bubble, explaining his day with his whole body. God he really should be some kind of performer, maybe I should ask if he wants another job? Although he’d probably say no to stripping.

“-I swear Lucy, this guy was HUGE!” He continued, stretching out his arms like he was trying to show me how big the dude really was. He has a thing for over exaggerating.

“Well there’s no chance he’s bigger then you.” That’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever said, but it still makes the tips of Jisung’s ears turn pink.

“Ha, uhh- I mean, obviously! Just look at these guns-“ this is probably the 100th time he’s flexed his arms to me in the last hour, but I gotta say he is quite the looker.

The night from then is kinda boring, I had to go back and forth from the stage and the bar. Had a couple private sessions, which jisung wasn’t too happy with, but besides that it was pretty quiet, typical for a Tuesday night.

And finally, I’m clocking out and leaving this shit hole for a whole 10 hours. The last thing I wanna do right now though is think about the long shift I have tomorrow. Walking out of the ridiculously hot bar and into the crispy air of the night is a feeling I will never get over. A breathe of fresh air, literally. God I can’t wait to pass out when I get home, just wanna block out the rest of the wor-

“LuCy! Lucy!”

Oh for fucks sake!

“Yeah Craig, why aren’t you onto the next bar? We closed an hour ag-“

“Help me- help me please, Lucy I’m begging you”

“Craig seriously, I’m not in the mood for this bullshit again”

“No I’m serious! Lucy please, I need a place to sta-“

“NO! Nope, not happening”

“Bu-“

“Go home to your wife and kids Craig.”

And with that, he was off. Running through the alleyway, stumbling over garbage cans and his own feet towards the street and out of sight.

Why do customers seriously think that the pity party they throw is gonna get them in to our beds. It ain’t our fault their wives find out their spending every penny on strippers and alcohol. God I hope I don’t wake up in the morning, I don’t wanna deal with Craig’s whining bullshit at the asscrack of midday about how I should’ve let him come home with me. We’ll see what happens, I guess.

[lunarsun12]

Don’t Touch My Kids - Part 3

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After seeing Wooyoung, he immediately added Seonghwa to the mix. I swear seonghwa kids always get ropped into somehow. As well new info that Yeonjun was also there. Which lead to a misunderstanding from Lee Know and Bangchan.

As the way Wooyoung described Yeonjun, sounded like he was a kid. Which Soobin got added to the mix and have lots of questions to Seonghwa about him and Yeonjun.

Let’s see how the interactions unfold

Lee Know Created The Chat:

Discipline Your Children

Today 22:00

Lee Know🐰: I hope, I don’t have that mother again! Such a pain

Bangchan🐺: Bro Chill, you really had beef with that Eomma

Lee Know🐰: It’s a long story chan!!

Seonghwa🌸: Hello?

Soobin🍞: What is this chat? Seonghwa you are here too?

Seonghwa🌸: I’m confused as you…it got to be our children

Soobin🍞: What has Kai / Beomgyu done now

Lee Know🐰: CAN I GET YOUR KID PHONE NUMBER SOOBIN?

Bangchan🐺: Minho, remember the plan. I do all the talking and you do the listening? Also untie wooyoung from the chair!

Soobin🍞: Why do you want Beomgyu and Kai number. They barely left the house this week

Seonghwa🌸: Why? Why are you tying wooyoung to the chair? That is impressive without him biting you…

Lee Know🐰: NO-

Bangchan🐺: He means Yeonjun, Wooyoung buddy?

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun isn’t my child, he is my husband!!

Lee Know🐰: What!? How did Wooyoung and Binnie got it so wrong…

Soobin🍞: Is Yeonjun cheating on me with…Seonghwa kid?

Seonghwa🌸: WHAT!! Your husband Soobin…

Bangchan🐺: No, no we just assumed he is a kid, as he friends with wooyoung

Seonghwa🌸: How an earth wooyoung, become friends with that flirt…

Soobin🍞: Im surprised, Yeonjun made friends with Wooyoung

Soobin🍞: And Hwa? Stop calling Yeonjun a flirt, that is rude

Bangchan🐺: Soobin, get your ki- I mean husband to come over to my son house. We need to ask them a question

Soobin🍞: Okay? This is weird? Also hwa, we need a talk!

30mins later…

Yeonjun arrived to Changbin’s house, he wasn’t happy as he got woken up by Soobin. To deal with this problem. Yeonjun knocked on the door, the door opened and Yeonjun was knocked out.

The panic Bangchan was scolding Lee Know, not to be so violent when they are questioning people. After Yeonjun regained consciousness.

Yeonjun: What kind of greeting was that?

Bangchan bow his head apologetically, explaining that Lee Know had some anger issue.

Wooyoung: Bro, long time now see!

Yeonjun: Wooyoung, my bro! I finally got Jimin autograph for you!

Wooyoung, when he heard the news immediately got up from his position. Gave Yeonjun a big hug, whilist knocking Changbin in the process (more on purpose to annoy him even more).

Bangchan: Ahhh that’s nice, let’s get started on the real reason. You two are here

Before Bangchan starts speaking, Lee Know cuts him off.

Lee Know: So? Why did you two teach Lix and IN bad stuff?

Wooyoung: We weren’t teaching them bad stuff! Yeonjun and I were helping them, to report those bullies from their school

Yeonjun: Yeah! I would never teach little innie bad stuff!

Wooyoung nudged Yeonjun.

Yeonjun: Ahem of course Felix as well

Wooyoung: We don’t know, what happened after I have to grab Yeonjun. To stop harassing my Eomma

Wooyoung: We came back, to those two laughing like little kids. Saying something their Hyung is the best

Bangchan: So the rumours are true then huh?

Yeonjun: What rumours? There is no rumours now back to your kids

Lee Know: Chan, it gotta be the Seonghwa Spawns that teach them bad stuff!!

Lee Know: Let’s question, every single of the kids. I can guarantee we can make them cough out some info with my little persuasion

Yeonjun: Seems like I am off the hook

Wooyoung: Oh my god, I will text my dumb brothers and find out who really did

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[milkyeonjunboobies]

information leaked by sesangs be like:

"Bang Chan is banned in all zoos in Australia because he repeatedly tried to gaslighting wolves that he's one of them",

"Soobin and Seonghwa rumored dating",

"Monsta X are banned from McDonald's because they shit too hard",

"Mark bullied kid in highschool for being too Canadian and playing flute"

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where the fire department is called. And Nirvana might not just be a word on a hoodie. or The twenty-sixth installment of the Skz!Pack Prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!prequel, ot8, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz smut, skz fluff, skz angst, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, abo, a/b/o, skz abo, alpha beta omega, femreader, poly!skz

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Emergency Stop

12 Hours Earlier

Chan sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, spinning a few aimless circles as he lets his gaze wander across the tiled ceiling of the student studio. 

He listens to the sound of fingers clicking across keyboards, the quiet hum of equipment, and then announces finally, to no one in particular, just to get it off his chest, “I think she’s avoiding me.” Hongjoong pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them drop down around his neck, as he turns from his current project to stare at Chan in exasperation, one dark brow arched. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic, mate.” 

“Wellllllll-” Changbin hems from the other side of the room, a grimace going across his features, as he swivels in his chair to face them, not quite meeting Chan’s gaze. 

Chan bolts upright, his voice loud with triumph. “Ah ha! I knew it!” 

“Oh my goood.” Hongjoong groans, scrubbing at his face with his hands, before he must decide that they’re not worth the trouble, turning back to his computer and pulling his headphones back up- on both ears this time. 

Changbin’s lips twist to the side in an obvious guilt ridden expression, his dark eyes finally meeting Chan’s. 

Chan feels his stomach drop as he regards his best friend and packmate’s worry. 

“What?” He asks, suddenly breathless, leaning forward in the office chair, his alpha suddenly on high alert. “What did I do? How did I fuck it up? You gotta tell me how to fix it, Bin, it’s fucking with my head.” 

Changbin reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, Chan recognizes the nervous gesture, and clears his throat, his eyes darting around the room, as if trying to focus on anything except the man in front of him. 

“You didn’t do anything, hyung. I swear to god, but I can’t tell you anything else, because (Y/N) will fucking eat me alive.” 

“She is pretty fucking scary.” Hongjoong chimes in once more, glancing over his shoulder at Chan, his fingers paused on the mouse. “Almost in Seonghwa’s league. Almost.” 

Chan glances back to Changbin, who is nodding avidly along in agreement with what the other alpha is saying. 

Chan’s alpha is growling at his mate’s resistance, at the way he’s holding back, even if he knows how to fix this whole mess, but he takes in a deep, steadying breath, and clamps his hands in his lap, willing the angry wolf back down. 

“Bin.” He tries again, glancing back to the other man, his voice steady, calm, imploring. “You gotta tell me something. If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t fix it, and I’m going crazy over here.” Changbin’s chest heaves with a sigh, and then he swallows, Chan watches the way his Adam's apple bobs, as he looks up to the ceiling, as if for some form of silent approval. 

Finally, he sighs again, audibly this time, and rakes a hand agitatedly through his dark hair. 

“Fine.” 

Chan feels his entire body tense, waiting on what comes next. 

He can sense a headache starting to pound to life behind his left eye. 

He doesn’t know if it’s because of the current situation, or because he hasn’t really seen you much over the last week, and his alpha is taking direct note of the loss of contact. 

Changbin shakes his head slightly to himself, as if he can’t believe what he’s going to say, going to reveal, and then he grits out, “She’s worried about something she said.” 

Chan’s mind races, going over every tiny interaction the two of you have had in the last week and a half. 

Nothing significant comes to mind. 

“What?” He asks, puzzled, as if Changbin can reveal the clues to him. 

Instead, the other alpha gives a half hearted shrug. 

“I dunno, hyung. She wouldn’t tell me anything besides that. I’m sorry, man.” 

Chan shakes his head, still analyzing every time you’ve spoken, or interacted, since he saw you during Jeongin’s heat. 

Honestly, it wasn’t much, considering you’d been avoiding him at all costs. 

He manages a weak grin, and stands, walking over to pat Changbin on the back. 

“Nah, it’s fine, mate. Thanks for telling me that much. I’ll figure it out.” 

Changbin glances up at him, expression unreadable, and gives a curt nod, already reaching for his headphones again. 

“She feels things really fucking deeply. Deeper than the rest of us. Sometimes she just needs a little space to figure it out. But she cares about you, hyung. A lot. She wouldn’t be this fucking worried if she didn’t.” 

Chan grips his shoulder a little tighter, a silent sign of acknowledgement, and goes back to his own work station. 

He knows Changbin’s right. Knows he speaks from experience. 

So why is his stomach still in knots? 

*******

Fuck. 

Your eyes dart around the small kitchen, helplessly looking for an escape route, before they settle on the two men sitting at the table, staring you down. 

You clear your throat, and try to work up an easy smile. 

“You were talking about me? I’m flattered Min.” 

Minho’s smirk widens, growing sharp and dangerous, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

You’re sure he does. 

He pats the chair beside him, in the middle of he and Chan. 

“Have a seat.” 

You can’t think of literally anything worse in this moment, your skin already hot underneath Chan’s stare, your fingers itching at your side, your alpha begging you to please get the fuck out of here already.

You take a step backward, back toward the safety of the hallway. 

“That’s okay, I actually was just leaving to go on a run.” 

Minho’s brow arches a little higher. 

“At eleven PM?” 

There is amusement in his tone, as if he knows he’s caught you in an outright lie. 

You give a little shrug, and take another step toward the door. 

“I do my best running at night. Must be the wolf in me.” 

You don’t dare look at Chan, not when he’s right here, staring at you, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said one word since you entered the room, and you can practically feel your body withering from the shame of his heavy gaze. 

It’s like he can see right through you, and you need to get out of here, right now. 

“Anyway-” You’re halfway into the hallway now, the front door, your shining savior, within sight. You give the men a little wave and another unconvincing, weak smile. “-gotta go. Have fun.” 

You dart for the front door, nearly bowling an emerging Jisung over, sending his popcorn flying. 

“Hey!” He protests with a glare in your direction, but you don’t stop, tugging on your sneakers with record speed, before you barrel out the door of the apartment. 

“Sorry, Jisungie!” You call over your shoulder, because you are, but honestly, in times of crisis-

You can breathe easier out here, in the quiet darkness of the dorm hallway, even though you’re still practically jogging, headed directly for the elevator. 

You’re making a beeline for your dorm a few floors down, and you’re staying locked up in there until Chan decides to leave. 

Well, not leave, because he lives here too, but at least until he decides to go back to his own kitchen and stop talking to Minho about whatever the hell they were discussing. 

You slide through the gap of the doors in the elevator before they’re fully open, and pound the second floor button a few more times than necessary, catching your breath as you wait for the doors to close. 

They’re almost down to a sliver, and you think you’ve gotten away with your hasty escape, when an arm shoots through, bouncing them back open, and Chan steps into view. 

Immediately, the breath you’ve just regained leaves your body, as he joins you in the elevator, the doors hissing shut quietly behind him. 

There’s silence, the space suddenly feeling smaller than normal, as you stare him down warily from your corner. 

“What-” You start to say, in an attempt at least to fill the uncomfortable quiet, but Chan beats you to it.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He demands, dark eyes flashing, as the elevator jolts into motion. 

You brace yourself against the wall, your mouth dropping open at his serious, commanding tone. 

“I’m not avoiding you-” You start to protest weakly, the lie sounding unconvincing to even your own ears. 

“Bullshit” Chan cuts you off once more with a growl, taking a menacing step toward you, and suddenly, you know, you’re not dealing with Christopher Bang any longer, you’re dealing with his alpha.

His irrational, incredibly pissed off and slighted alpha. 

Fuck. 

The elevator feels tiny now, saturated with the scent of thunder, and you swallow hard, your own alpha flattening its ears in response. 

The sound of a ding signals the arrival of the next floor, and before you can make a move to do something, anything, Chan reaches behind him without a glance, and slams his palm down over the emergency stop button. 

The elevator grinds to a sudden halt with an eerie shriek of gears, and then there is silence, all movement ceased. 

Your mouth falls open once more, but you feel your own anger flare to life in the pit of your stomach, rising to meet his. 

“Chan, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-” 

He stalks toward you, and you shrink back into the corner, the cool metal of the hand bar digging into your back. 

“Exactly what I should’ve done when this whole nonsense started.” He growls, caging you in as he puts his hands on either side of your head, fingers digging into the slick, cool brushed metal of the elevator’s walls as he glares down at you. 

You’re choking on the storm now, your heart pounding against the wall of your ribs. 

But you hold your ground regardless, lifting your head as defiance flashes across your gaze, and frost starts to crackle outward from you, freezing the storm. 

“Oh? And what’s that? Emergency stop an elevator in a little temper tantrum?” 

His dark eyes flash, and a muscle ticks in his jaw, but his voice is steady when he responds. 

“If I have to trap you in a room with me to get you to talk over things like an adult, like my mate, then yes.” 

You scoff, looking away from his burning gaze. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

“That’s not what Changbin said.” 

Your head jerks up, your angry gaze meeting his. 

“Fuck Changbin.” 

“I do, and I enjoy it.” Chan fires right back without missing a beat, crowding you into the corner further, his scowl deepening. “But that’s not what we’re here to talk about, is it?” 

“I’m not. Avoiding you.” You grind out through gritted teeth, your jaw clicking with the immense pressure of keeping your rage back. 

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it. 

Chan’s eyes darken, dripping golden around the pupils now, and when he parts his lips, his teeth flash in what’s almost a snarl, dangerous and threatening. 

You can practically feel his alpha’s teeth poised warningly over your exposed throat. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry before. 

“You think-” He begins, and his voice has dropped dangerously, a menacing growl in the back of his throat, a rumble in his chest. “-that even if I was stupid enough not to notice, he wouldn’t?” 

Your lips part, ready to spit something back, but something about his words ring true in the hollow pit of your stomach. 

He’s right. You could avoid him all you wanted, but your alpha, and his, would know. They were the ones who were suffering because of the distance, keening for their mates. 

Fuck, if it was hell for the two of you, it was fucking torture for them. 

Chan’s gaze hasn’t wavered from your own, not once, and when he speaks again, his words are just above a murmur, and you don’t miss the way his breath trembles on his next inhale. 

“I can’t fucking sleep, (Y/N.) I can’t eat, I can’t study, I can’t produce, I can’t do anything, because every single waking moment is spent trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” 

You feel guilt drop like a hot pound of lead into the pit of your stomach. 

You lean your head back on the wall behind you, and meet his gaze head on, your voice quiet, but steady, when you reply back, “It wasn’t anything you did.” 

Confusion starts to pool into his expression, easing some of the anger, and you feel your own fury start to melt away like sand with the tide, leaving your body tired and heavy. 

“Then why?” He questions back, gaze boring into your own. 

You sigh, and glance behind him to the still blinking emergency stop button, wondering how much time you have before someone notices the elevator hasn’t moved and calls the fire department to rescue the two of you. 

That’s all you need right now. Better hurry this up. 

“I said something.” You announce without preamble, shifting your gaze to meet his own once more, sudden fear rising like bile in your throat. You force through the feeling, and swallow hard. “The day you asked me for help during Jeongin’s presentation.” Chan watches you closely, silently, and you give a little shrug and half a laugh-it’s awkward, and fleeting, and leaves the space in between you feeling heavier than before. 

“And I wasn’t sure if what I’d said-what I’d admitted-made you feel weird. I was scared I’d messed shit up, and I wanted to give you space to deal, if that was the case.” 

Chan cocks his head-the motion is endearing, like a puppy-and you resist the urge to reach up and push some of the curls back off his forehead with your fingers. 

Confusion is clear on every inch of his features now. 

“What did you-” He starts to ask, and then something clicks behind his expression, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack. “Oh, you mean the love thing.” “Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up. “Do we have to call it that?” 

When you peek back through your fingers, Chan is smiling, his lips pulled crookedly to one side, the gold fading slowly from his gaze. 

“That’s why you were avoiding me? You were worried about that?” 

“Yes!” You shriek,a little bit louder than necessary, and Chan’s grin widens even more. “I mean, that’s a fuck of a thing to announce to someone out of the blue, when they’re already dealing with a ton of shit and I didn’t know how you’d take it.” 

Chan tilts his head, regarding you. “But you’ve already told me you love me. Once before. Remember?” 

You stare at him like he’s just grown another head, and then it clicks. 

“That didn’t count!” You cough out, choking on your own spit, waving your hands wildly as you try to regain your breath. “That was like a post fuck thing, I was feeling sappy,  I just threw it out there to everyone in general, you guys had just saved me and given me the best orgasm of my life and it wasn’t-” “True?” Chan finishes for you, though there’s no hurt on his face, only slight amusement. 

“No!” You protest, growing angry again as you grow more flustered by the second. “It was true, it just wasn’t so-”

“Direct?” Chan tries once again, watching you closely. 

“Yeah.” You finish helplessly, your shoulders slumping. 

Chan gives a little laugh, and slides one of his large hands down the elevator wall to grip your chin in his fingers, raising your embarrassed gaze to his once more. 

His expression softens, the corners of his mouth settling into an affectionate smile, as you struggle a little and try to resist his gaze. 

“Baby. Look at me.” 

You finally do as he says, reluctantly meeting his eyes, and he arches a brow at you. 

The air between you is heavy with ice and storm, but it doesn’t feel so oppressive now. 

In fact, the headache you’ve been battling all week seems to be miraculously gone. 

Chan’s lips twitch, and you huff at him a little, folding your arms across your chest at his obvious amusement in your sheepishness. 

“Listen. If it hasn’t been incredibly fucking clear since the first time I met you that I’m head over heels for you, then I must not be doing enough to prove it to you.” 

Your own lips twitch into the hint of a smile then, and you begrudgingly uncross your arms from your chest. 

“No, you’re doing enough. Trust me. Following me around like a little lost puppy when I openly hated your guts for the first couple of weeks definitely sold it.”

Chan laughs, and the sound sends warmth cascading down your body. 

Your tired muscles feel a little more manageable now. 

 Chan leans in, and rests his forehead against yours. 

You take a moment to breathe him in, and then he murmurs, breath warm on your face, “Now, say it again, but don’t run away this time.” 

You smirk, keeping your eyes closed as you whisper back, “There’s not really anywhere for me to go. You saw to that.” 

He chuckles, breath fanning across your skin, but doesn’t move to pull away. 

You take in a deep breath, and let your hands skim up the warm length of his arms, letting your fingers take him in for a moment, before you breathe out, “I love you, Christopher Bang. Even though I hated your guts, and fucked up a couple of huge things, and you trapped me in an elevator with you-twice, I might add, against my will-I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever not been true.” 

Chan opens his eyes, and you stare into the golden flecks of his irises, before he pulls back, and his lips curve into the start of a smirk. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

You swing an arm out and hit him lightly in the chest, giving him a fake glare. 

“Say it back.” 

He grins, and leans in, caging you with his forearms once more against the cool metal behind your head, his nose brushing your own. 

“I fucking love you, (Y/N), I always have. Even when you hated my guts. In fact, in retrospect, I think that made me love you even more.” 

You giggle, and Chan covers your mouth with his without warning, swallowing the sound. 

You let your hands trace up his back and into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, as he flicks his tongue between the seam of your lips and into your waiting mouth. 

The sharp points of his canines graze and tug at your bottom lip, and you moan, breaking the kiss as you let your head fall back to the wall behind you, breathing heavily, as Chan presses kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat, tickling and teasing your skin as he nibbles your collarbone, traces your scent gland with his tongue. 

“They’re gonna send the fire department after us, you know.” You gasp out, gaze flicking beyond him once more to the flashing button on the wall, as he drops to his knees in front of you, fingers finding your hip bones. 

Chan looks up at you, lips red and kiss bitten, a grin stretching the pink skin over white teeth. 

He arches a brow. 

“Lucky for you, baby, they’re not incredibly known for their fast response time, and I’m a fairly quick worker.” 

You reach out a hand to stop him as he reaches for the closure of your pants, and when he looks up at you in confusion, your lips lift into a smirk. 

“What if I told you I wanted to take my time?” 

His lips slowly lift into a wicked grin of his own. 

“I think we can make that happen.” 

********

Your apartment is closer than Chan’s (by one floor, but hey, a floor is a floor), so after apologizing to some severely annoyed alphas who were waiting on the stalled elevator, you push through your front door and Chan doesn’t wait a second before he pounces. 

He backs you against the wall of the hallway, his hands dropping to your waist once more, his mouth already on yours. 

His tongue swipes around the inside of your mouth, and you groan into him. “About that taking our time thing-” 

Chan chuckles huskily, the sound going right to your core, and if you weren’t already incredibly wet before, you sure as hell are now. 

There’s a quiet sound behind the two of you and you freeze, leaning up to glance over Chan’s shoulder, suddenly on full alert. 

“Jeongin?” 

Chan follows your gaze, your mouth open in shock, to the omega standing beside the front door, waving sheepishly to the two of you, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 

“Hey, noona.” 

You slip out beneath Chan’s arm and approach him, surprise clearly etched across your face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you.” Jeongin gives a little shrug, but he won’t meet your eyes, embarrassment clear on his pretty features. “You said later earlier and I thought-” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You let out a sigh, suddenly feeling more than a little remorseful. “Sorry, Innie. I was hanging out at Minho’s and then Chan was there-” 

Jeongin glances down, scuffing his shoe into the worn carpet. “No, it’s fine, noona. I was just gonna sneak out when I heard the two of you, but I should’ve known I had no chance when up against a wolf’s hearing.” 

His hand reaches for the doorknob, and without thinking, you reach out and stop him. 

“Wait-” You swallow, his large, dark eyes flicking to you in surprise. “I mean. You can join us? If you want?” 

Jeongin stares at you, his pupils huge. 

“What?” Chan approaches, his hand going on your shoulder as he addresses Jeongin. “Yeah, Innie. It’s up to you, but we don’t mind-” 

You notice the way Chan reaches up to rub his neck as he speaks, as if he’s just as nervous over this as Jeongin is. 

“Don’t feel any pressure.” You hurry to reassure the omega standing in front of you. “I know you don’t have much experience, and one alpha on a good day is a lot, so if this is too overwhelming-”

Jeongin bites his lip and glances between the two of you. Finally, he says hesitantly, voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’d like that. But-” He takes in a nervous breath. “Can I just watch for a little bit first? Would that be okay?” 

You smirk. “Oh, so you’re one of those?” 

Jeongin instantly flushes, and you rush to reassure him you were only teasing, looping an arm around his shoulders as you lead him back toward your room, Chan following on your heels. 

“I’m just kidding, baby. There’s nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Minho loves to watch.” 

“He also loves to boss.” Chan says with a slight smirk, as he steps ahead of you and pushes open the closed door, allowing you both to pass first into the room. 

“That he does.” You laugh a little, and then turn to Jeongin. “Okay, pup. Pick your poison.”

Jeongin glances around, clearly still a little shy given the circumstances, and then he settles into the desk chair in the corner of your room, opposite the bed. He pulls his knees up to his chest and nods. “Okay. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Chan has come to stand against your back, tickling his fingers up and down your spine, brushing his nose across the juncture of your throat, and at Jeongin’s words, he groans, and you feel him press into you from behind. He’s still clearly worked up from before, the momentary pause hasn’t even phased him. 

“That’s gonna be pretty hard to do when you smell so fucking good, pup.” 

Jeongin looks wide eyed at Chan’s throaty admission, and leans over to not so subtly sniff his own shirt. “I don’t smell anything crazy.” 

Chan growls in his throat, and you smirk, reaching back to palm him through his jeans. He bucks his hips up into your hand, his fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“That’s because you’re used to how you smell, but you’re kinda blooming, Innie. It means your omega has sensed the presence of alphas-pack alphas-and is desperately trying to get our attention.” 

“Oh.” Jeongin murmurs, looking suddenly small. “I’m sorry, I can leave-” He makes a move to get up. 

“Sit down.” You command, and his pupils dilate at the sound of your timber, but he does as he’s told. You soften your tone a little. “You’re fine, Innie. You’re not going to distract from anything. If anything, your scent is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” 

Chan’s teeth graze over your scent gland, and you glance back at him, arching your brow. “Eager, are we?” 

Chan growls again, the sound a low rumble against your back, and snakes his hand around your waist, letting his fingers find the inside of your thighs. He applies pressure with the palm of his hand, and you arch your back in response, letting out a quick hitch of breath. 

“Very.” He replies, licking a stripe up the side of your neck with his tongue, tasting you. 

You turn to face him, your eyes flashing gold to match his own, but before you fully lose yourself in him, you glance once more at the omega over your shoulder, saying in a soft, serious tone, “Innie, if you want us to stop at any point, say something, and we will. Without hesitation.” 

He nods. “Yes, noona.” His eyes are wide, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches Chan pull you toward the bed. 

“Sit down.” Chan orders you, much like you had commanded Jeongin earlier, and you do so, but not without a slight smirk in his direction. 

“I’m not going to make this easy.” You warn, settling onto the edge of the bed, your expression wicked. 

Chan knocks apart your knees and stands between your legs, a look of annoyance on his features. One hand tangles into your hair and he yanks your head back, forcing you to look at him, as the other hand comes to loosely wrap around the front of your throat. 

You feel your pulse quicken under his hold.

“Don’t play that game, pet. Not right now. You already made me wait far too fucking long already.” Chan lifts his lips into the hint of a snarl, and the flash of his sharp canines has your inner thighs slick with want. 

He slides his hand slowly up the column of your throat, finally letting his fingers find purchase beneath your chin, tilting your head back even further. 

“But you know that already, don’t you?” He murmurs, staring down at you with something akin to a hungry predator in his dark gaze. 

You swallow beneath the hold he has on your throat, and arch a brow pettily in response. “Care to remind me?” 

Chan’s lips curl, and another animalistic growl slips through the barrier of his teeth. 

You hear Jeongin let out a sharp exhale from the corner, but you don’t look over.

Your entire body is electrified, waiting for Chan’s next move. 

“I could remind you who you belong to-” Chan muses, eyes flashing golden as he stares at you. “-but I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?” 

He leans down, and without warning, slips a hand down underneath the band of your pants. 

His fingers immediately touch your heat, and just by the look of satisfaction that flickers across his features, you can tell he feels just how wet you are already. 

He pulls back, and holds up his slick, glistening fingers for you to see with a cock of his head. 

“I think you already know.” He repeats in a low tone, advancing toward you now, backing you onto the bed, until he’s straddling you, leaning over your prone form. “Don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe out, tired of playing already, tired of staying away from him. 

“Yes what?” He prods, lips curling up into the hint of a dangerous smirk, as he moves to strip you of your clothes. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Chan freezes, his pupils blowing at the nickname, and a muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s silently fighting himself for control, his hands curling into fists beside you on the bed. 

You openly smirk up at him. “Oh, I knew you’d like that one. You know, given your certain proclivities.” 

His irises are completely drowning in gold now, his lips parted slightly as he stares down at you, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving. 

Still smirking, you roll your head to the side and find Jeongin in your line of sight, arching a brow in the omega’s direction. 

“Did you catch that, Innie? When he was fucking you through your presentation?” Your voice is smooth like butter, dripping with taunting. You’re playing with the alpha on top of you now, and you all know it. 

Jeongin stares at you, his stare moving slowly to Chan and then back again. “Catch what, noona?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been holding his breath. 

You shift so you’re staring back up at Chan, looming over you, and your lips tick upward into a dangerous expression meant to goad. 

“Our Channie here has a little obsession-a fantasy, if you will-with breeding. He probably went easy on you the first time he knotted you, because you’re inexperienced, but he just loves to fill you up when he fucks you, loves the idea of stretching you with his seed and then his pups, hm, Channie?” 

A low growl rolls from Chan’s chest, and you hear Jeongin’s breath catch. 

The smell of cinnamon is overpowering. 

Chan pins your hands above your head in one smooth, quick motion, and leans over to bite down-hard-on your scent gland in the curvature of your shoulder. 

Not hard enough to mark or draw blood, but damn near close. 

Your body goes limp beneath him, your mind going blank, your jaw slack, and suddenly, any of the teasing from before is long gone, and the only thought is-alpha, alpha, alpha. 

He pulls back, licking his lips with a wicked smirk, and fuck it, he knows he’s won already. 

“I should punish you for teasing me, pet, but lucky for you, I’m far to eager to feel you squeezing every last drop out of me to make myself wait any longer.”

And without warning, he leans over and sinks his teeth into your muscle once again, sheathing himself fully inside of you in the same frantic motion. 

You cry out, the sensations hitting you all at once, and arch your body up into his hold. 

He hadn’t prepped you, but honestly, you were wet enough that he slid in without much resistance, and the friction was honestly close to pushing you over the edge already. 

Chan growls, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin, muffled by his hold on your shoulder, and thrusts wildly a few times, like an animal gone mad with desire. 

You let him, your fingers scrabbling at his skin, and letting your head roll to the side to give him more access to your neck, you catch sight of Jeongin, watching the two of you with something clearly hot, but tentative, on his features. 

Reaching a hand out, you splay it across Chan’s bare chest, stopping his movements, and he releases his teeth’s hold on you, as you say quietly to get his attention, “Chan.” 

He’s panting, but he stills, and the feeling of him filling you without moving is enough to drive you crazy, but you keep your focus on Jeongin as you hold out your free hand. 

“Done watching, Innie? Wanna join in?” 

The omega swallows, you see the way his throat bobs, and then he stands, looking suddenly nervous, but you can tell he’s intrigued and more than a little hot and bothered at this point if the tent in his pants is any indication. 

He approaches the bed, and swallows again. 

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his fingers. “I know this can be overwhelming, but if you want to-” 

He nods, glancing down at you, his eyes trailing down the length of Chan’s body atop yours, before he meets your gaze once more with a look of determination. 

“No, I want to.” 

“Good boy.” You praise, before you tug him forward and onto the bed beside you and Chan. You jerk your head at his clothes. “Take those off.” 

He does so quickly, and then sits back down beside the two of you once more, looking unsure. “Now what?” 

You give him an encouraging smile. “Now, you’re gonna kneel above me and slide yourself into my mouth.” You open your lips and lean your head back to show him, careful not to jostle Chan. 

Jeongin’s eyes go wide. “What? But what if I hurt you-?” 

A raspy chuckle leaves Chan’s lips, and he gives the omega a soft look. “You’re not gonna hurt her, pup. I promise.”

“You’re not.” You reiterate, as Jeongin finally takes a breath and moves to kneel above your head. You glance up at him, as you wrap your hands around the back of his thighs. “And besides, now is as good a time as any to talk about safe words and safety gestures. I won’t be able to talk, obviously, but if I need you to stop at any time, I’ll tap you twice, like this, okay?”

 I tap the back of his thigh with two fingers hard, twice. 

Jeongin nods, staring down at my head between his knees. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” You repeat back, parting your lips once more. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jeongin hesitates briefly, glancing to Chan, who gives him a little nod, and then he leans forward and places the tip of himself into your mouth. 

You adjust slightly to allow easier access as he slowly slides between your lips. 

You see the way his body tenses as he feels your tongue on him, but he still gives you a worried sort of glance. “Okay?” 

You nod slightly, and hum a sound of affirmation, before you let yourself suck, creating suction with your tongue. 

Jeongin instantly groans, his head falling back and his hands scrabbling to tangle in your hair. 

Chan takes that as his cue to move again as well, and he resumes his thrusting from before, his hips moving more rhythmically now. 

You feel Jeongin hit the back of your throat, and oh god, he tastes just like he smells, and fuck, with Chan moving like that-

You can feel the muscles in your body tensing, readying for release, as you keep working Jeongin with your mouth and Chan shunts your body over and over with his. 

“Fuck, noona, I-” Jeongin starts to say, and then he’s shuddering, and you feel him release, tasting the sweetness on your tongue. 

“Fuck.” Chan swears, watching Jeongin come for you, and then he leans forward, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he rests his forehead on your chest, fingers digging into your wrists, and roars through his own release. 

Everything whites out for a moment as your own body uncoils, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, as Jeongin slowly pulls himself from your mouth and Chan lies on top of you, catching his breath. 

“Fuck.” Jeongin repeats, staring down at you, his eyes full of awe. “Fuck.” 

You give a weak little laugh and reach out to brush Chan’s sweaty hair back from his forehead. He glances up at you, his chin on your chest, and releases his hold on your wrists, one of his hands moving to your jaw and pinching your mouth open so he can look inside. 

A small smirk quirks the corner of his mouth as he says hoarsely, “A shame to waste all that perfectly good come on your mouth, baby.” You grin down at him, wincing slightly as he pulls himself out of you with a long, low groan. 

He flops down beside you on the bed, covering his face with his arm as his chest still heaves. 

On your other side, Jeongin collapses down as well, his hand finding yours, even though his eyes are closed. 

After a few moments of silence, Chan pushes himself up with effort, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He waves a finger between you and Jeongin’s prone forms. 

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” 

You give a sound of assent, but don’t open your eyes. 

Soon though, you hear the sound of his footsteps padding back, and he nudges you with his hand. 

“Drink this, baby.” You crack open your eyes, and take the bottle of water he offers you, passing the other one to Jeongin, who guzzles it down immediately. 

Chan slides back onto the bed between your legs, and begins to wipe down the sticky skin of the inside of your thighs with the warm rag, cleaning up all the residual juices that were left behind. 

You relax into his gentle motions, and when he’s finished, he turns to Jeongin, arching a brow at the younger boy. 

“Can I?” He asks, and Jeongin hesitates, before he nods slightly, spreading his legs for Chan to clean him up as well. 

You watch them-how gentle Chan is, how trusting Jeongin is-and you feel warm from head to toe. 

Warm and content. 

When he’s finished with Jeongin, you finally sit up and reach for the rag, motioning for Chan to lay back on the bed. 

“Okay, now you.” 

He opens his mouth, as if to protest, but Jeongin pushes him down gently with a hand to his chest and a small smile. 

“C’mon, hyung. It’s only fair.” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but lets you wash him over with the warm rag anyway, and you can tell, by the slight hint of pink on his cheeks, that he enjoys the tender touches just as much as you do. 

When everyone is cleaned up, you motion for Jeongin to snuggle down between the two of you, your arm looped comfortably across him, your fingers making nonsensical patterns on the warm, bare skin of Chan’s chest. 

Leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of Jeongin’s nose, you say softly, “I love you.” Jeongin glances up at you with large eyes, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“I love you too, noona. And you, hyung.” 

You grin and press another kiss to the top of his soft, red hair, before he glance across to Chan, who is watching you affectionately, a small smile on his lips. 

He arches a brow at you and whispers over the top of Jeongin’s head, “I’m proud of you. You’re getting better.” 

You grin back at him, and reach up with your free hand to cup his jaw, before you squish Jeongin between you as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Bang Chan.” 

He tugs you forward for another kiss, and Jeongin whines slightly at being squished. 

“I love you too.” ********************************

“So, I’m guessing the two of you made up?” Changbin remarks offhandedly, leaning against the desk as he eyes you with an arch of his brow and a smirk on his lips. 

You give a little shrug, sifting through Chan’s papers to find the one you’re looking for. “I guess. How can you tell?” You stop, glancing back at him with a narrowing of your eyes. 

Changbin grins, his eyes dropping pointedly to the large black hoodie you wear. “That’s his favorite hoodie.” 

You hold out the heavy fabric so you can see the Nirvana logo printed across the front of it, staring at it skeptically. “Really? This old thing? I just stole this the last time we went over to his dorm after hide and seek.” 

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, leaning around you now to pluck up a piece of paper and present it to you. 

It’s the one you’ve been looking for. 

You snatch it from him with a teasing glare. 

“Really.” He nods, tugging at the hood of the hoodie teasingly. “This fucking thing is his favorite fucking thing on the whole planet, so the fact that he let you take it and wear it-” He shakes his head in slight disbelief, and smirks down at you. “-well maybe that just means that he has a new favorite fucking thing on the whole planet.” 

You grin at that. 

“I kind of like the sound of that.” Changbin grins back and tackles you onto the futon in the corner of the studio, tickling you as you shriek and struggle to get away from him.

“I knew you would.” 

[mazeinthemiroh]

[10:53pm]

best friends didn't cuddle like this.

they weren't supposed to be this close to one another. so intimate. so fond and free and loving, just like cats who found each other in the fluffiest of circumstances. personal pillows.

neither of you question it. you and your friend, minho. the lee know. the idol who had the face of a statue, so expertly crafted in the severity of his gaze. his cold stare and hardened, handsome features... no one would ever think to melt him.

but he melted to your touch quite easily. your limbs draped over his, and his over yours, connected in some kind of messy bliss. how were you two comfortable, in this pretzel-like scenario? neither of you asked this question. it was all too comfortable.

"do you think we should be so close, like this?" you wondered aloud, your head on his chest, not looking up as you asked this. your voice vibrated on his chest. he felt your voice in his system, and his lips quirked up.

you felt him shrug and let out a sigh. was it a sigh of defeat? of contentment? hopelessness? love?

"i don't care, i'm tired," he yawned and stretched his arms out from their position, much like a cat would.

"you're always soft when you're tired," you remarked, now nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "that's how i can get you to cuddle me. i know the tricks of the trade now, 'cause i know you so well."

his eyes were wide open now at the sensitivity of his neck. he blinked a couple times, heat rushing to his face as he reached for his ears, which were now the colour red. his other arm was still holidng your waist, your body against him.

he hummed nonchalantly, but you smiled and giggled into his skin, feeling his heart-rate quicken from your simply movement.

best friends werent supposed to cuddle like this. but by his reaction to you, perhaps you were more than that at all.

so the cuddling simply must continue.

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @alyszaen, @a-wandering-stay, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @seonghwas-lighter, @minnysproutgriffinteddy, @junebug032

[atzdjngo]

about me : hi, my name is jude, i am seventeen years old, from the UK and i have been shifting since late 2019 / early 2020. I have successfully shifted twice, both times to a harry potter dr ! this blog was officially created on JUNE 3RD 2024. my pronouns are they / them , but i only accept masc terms, fem terms make me uncomfortable - and gn terms quite often feel like fem terms, so please avoid those too! my goal on this blog is to meet other shifters, share scenarios, motivate myself etc;

my dr's :

i shift to a lot of places but the ones i will post about the most will be in bold ateez 9th member dr, stray kids 9th member dr, block b dr, shinee dr, 4th gen soloist dr, 3rd gen soloist dr, black knight ( kdrama ) dr, harry potter dr, mamma mia dr, outerbanks dr ++ more that i've forgotten to mention probably !

i also have a few casual ones, but i won't bother to mention them just yet !

likes , dislikes , hobbies : likes : writing, reading, kpop, shifting, blogs, making layouts, making discord servers, krp, the colour green and the colour red, musicals, snow days. dislikes : rude people, antis, toxic stays/blinks/armys, entitled people, shifters who tell others what they can and can't do in their own dr. hobbies : shifting, writing, reading, editing, making layouts for both tumblr and discord, role playing, etc;

dni : if you anti any of my ults - ateez, stray kids, the rose, shinee, block b, kep1er. if you're an anti - shifter. if you're a supremacist of any sort. if you're homophobic, transphobic, sexist, racist, ableist etc; if you push your religion onto others - i am atheist. if you anti kpop in general. if you're a pro - shipper, defender/committer of paedophilia, defender/committer of beastiality.

please interact if : you stan any of my ults - listed above. you're a shifter. you're lgbtq. you're into kpop. you're into anime. you're into musicals.

stan list + biases : favs are in bold !! groups : ateez | park seonghwa stray kids | han jisung , lee minho block b | u-kwon shinee | minho , onew the rose | ot4 kep1er | hihiz ( hikaru , bahiyyih ) 2PM | junho xikers | hunter , yechan tomorrow x together | taehyun , huening kai enhypen | jay twice | nayeon , jeongyeon big bang | taeyang , g-dragon xdinary heroes | jungsu , gaon lucy | ot4 nct 127 | yuta nct dream | jisung all my casuals ( warning, there are many! and they will be updated often most likely. ) : seventeen, jwiiver, blank2y, black level, bae173, tfn, day6, x-piers, viviz, nct wish, wayv, the new six, iz, ballistik boyz, rescene, unis, illit, the boyz, cix, exid, lun8, ampers&one, all(h)ours, 1the9, tempest, vixx, epex, dreamcatcher, black pink, bts, superm, nmixx, 8turn, riize, zerobaseone, boynextdoor, xeed, history, the kingdom, kard, sistar, purple kiss, red velvet, nchive, oh my girl, girls generation, gfriend, stayc, astro, i.o.i, brave girls, aoa, rania, 4minute, got7, tvxq!, miss a, monsta x, shinhwa, ikon, pentagon, wanna one, clc, mamamoo, treasure, nature, lovelyz, 2z, billlie, hellovenus, brown eyed girls, tws, oneus. soloists : kangdaniel woosung max changmin woodz ha sung woon taeyang g-dragon yuju nayeon chungha taeyeon sunmi jackson wang ugly duck wonstein bang yongguk ong seong wu george mino rain iu seo ji won marz23 keshi han sung woo woojin gaho demian hwasa somi chuu my favourite dramas + tv shows : uncontrollably fond - kdrama true beauty - kdrama the business proposal - kdrama king the land - kdrama meteor garden - cdrama f4 thailand - tdrama hwarang - kdrama outerbanks - western show never have i ever - western show use for my talent - cdrama angels last mission : love - kdrama anne with an e - western show arcane - western show cheer up - kdrama ( SO GOOD WATCH IT ) surviving summer - western show a time called you - kdrama doona - kdrama pending train - jdrama black knight - kdrama BLOODHOUNDS !!!!!!! - KDRAMA ( my all time favourite ) rain or shine - kdrama

extra : my fc in my dr is a more masculine version of myself, so i usually use random male kpop idols as my reference claim. i do not shift to change my race, nor do i wish to. this is just the easiest way to reference ! i also do not support my idols problematic actions, and never will. but i do enjoy their music, and for the most part - i do not allow their controversies to stop me from listening to music. also , post inspo by @sosarie + @ningsols

[lino-jagiyaa]

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - yandere series | masterlist

this series will include 10 fics/drabbles between 1000 - 2000+ words and will mostly be requested

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.

rules/info:

one fic per idol

i’m labeling these as yandere solely on the fact that each person is being presented as possessive and controlling. — that being said, i won’t include gore, or any graphic descriptions of violence

ie. blood, gore), in some fics i may include mentions of death but never any graphic description of it.

all fics in this series will be smut, suggestive, or just angst. no fluff will be included. so minors dni!

if there are multiple requests for the same kink, prompt, or scenario i will just write them for each of the same.

you can use the nsfw prompts i already have available or create your own. you can choose up to 3.

you cannot pair any of the idols together (ie. a threesome). again, one fic per idol

use my ask box to request - not in the comments for this post

i’ve decided to finish these up to celebrate reaching 200 followers on my blog since i’m very close to reaching that (since i announced this series in december of last year) <3

list of groups/idols you can choose from:

stray kids (5/8 taken)

ateez (2/8 taken)

enhypen hyung line (1/4 taken)

txt (2/5 taken)

10/10 slots filled

- line up

all mine - preview

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | Lee Felix - @qjqja

(soft dom, marking)

safe - preview

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 | Han Jisung - @dadonbabysworld

(breeding kink & dacryphilia)

see me - preview

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 | Lee Minho

(mirror sex, dom!minho, size kink, breeding kink)

only - preview

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 | Bang Chan - @monstaxdirtywonk

(jealousy, brat taming)

moonlight - preview

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | Hwang Hyunjin

(somnophilia/CNC with soft!dom)

salvatore - preview

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | Park Seonghwa - @whatudowhennooneseesyou

(praise, body worship, lovebombing)

chained - preview

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 | Park Jongseong

(bondage, overstimulation)

change - preview

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 | Kang Taehyun

(degradation, orgasm control, thigh riding)

dark room - preview

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 | Choi Beomgyu

(breeding kink + obsession)

let me love you - preview

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | Choi San

(mutual masturbation, dacryphilia)

leave a comment to be added to the taglist - lmk if you’d like to be tagged for all or only a specific one !

[stayteezdreams]

13 Days of Halloween: 2023

A/n: Everything is Gender Neutral unless stated otherwise. Warnings listed in each individual fic. Not all titles included since I am still working on most of these

Status: Complete

October 19th:

↳ 'Autumn Date'; Lee Chan/Dino x Reader (fluff/cute)

You and Chan have a cute day of Autumn activities.

October 20th:

↳ 'Stranded Together'; Choi San x Reader (spooky/comfort/fluff)

You and San get stranded at the only available motel you can find during a storm. Good news, there's one room left. Bad news, this motel is totally haunted.

October 21st:

↳ 'Trick or Treat'; Bang Chan x Reader (cute/angst/fluff)

You ask Chris to help you decorate for a Halloween party and get much more than you bargained for.

October 22nd:

↳ 'I'll Keep You Safe'; Jeong Yunho x Reader (spooky/cute/fluff)

When staying in a cabin with the boys, you get scared after some scary stories are told. But no worries! Yunho is here to comfort you (and tease you).

October 23rd:

↳ 'An Opportunity For More; Lee Ji Hoon/Woozi x Reader (fun/fluff)

Lost in a maze-like haunted house, you and Jihoon get left behind.

October 24th:

↳ 'Scaredy Cat'; Seo Changbin x Reader (fun/crack/fluff) Wandering through a Halloween horror event, Changbin is more than willing to comfort you, even though he is just as scared.

↳ Ateez Monster Scenarios Finding out the members of Ateez are supernatural creatures

October 25th:

↳ 'You Look Good'; Kim Mingyu x Reader (fun/fluff)

Mingyu finally finds the courage to tell you how he feels at a Halloween party, but he's afraid he might be too late.

October 26th:

↳ 'Haunted'; Kim Hongjoong x Reader (creepy/light fluff) You swear your new house is haunted, but Hongjoong doesn't believe you. So you make him sleep over to prove a point

↳ 'Corn Maze'; Han Jisung x Reader (spooky/crack) You and Han get lost in a corn maze after losing a bet. Should be fine right? But wait...did that scarecrow just move?

October 27th:

↳ 'Jumpscare'; Kim Seungmin x Reader (crack/fun)

It turns out scaring Seungmin is a lot harder than you thought.

October 28th:

↳ 'Hotel For Ghosts'; Choi Jongho x Reader (spooky/light crack & fluff)

When the hotel booked for the band ends up cancelling yours and Jongho's rooms, you have to make due at a nearby hotel. Too bad it's haunted as fuck.

October 29th:

↳ 'An Unexpected Meeting'; Vernon x Reader (fun/light fluff) Who knew getting lost in a haunted house would introduce you to a cute stranger whose just as scared as you are.

↳ 'Hold Still'; Jung Wooyoung x Reader (cute/fluff) Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.

October 30th:

↳ 'And His Name was Death: Part One'; Death!Seonghwa x Reader

What happens when you accidentally summon death himself, and he decides he doesn't want to leave? Part One of a ? Part series

October 31st:

↳ 'No More Waiting'; Xu Minghao x Reader (fluff/fun)

While attending a Halloween party, Minghao seems to be on a mission, and it revolves around you.

xx