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soobmint · 4 years ago

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paper hearts | choi soobin [f] ; [c] 80s! au, 9.6k words

s u m m a r y ; if there was one thing you wanted to avoid on valentine’s day, it was running into your ex best friend, choi soobin. but when a series of unfortunate events involving too much purple eyeshadow, drunken punches, and one stolen bicycle leads you right back to his side, you begin to realize that maybe you truly belonged with him all along.

c o n t e n t s ; soobin x fem!reader, 80s! au, valentine’s day, ex best friend! soobin, rich boy! soobin, but he’s a major dweeb and the biggest softie, yeonjun is a major prick (i’m so sorry junnie), reader is a part time worker, soobin is best friends with lee felix of stray kids, some themes of social classes, roughly inspired by the 80s movie “pretty in pink,” mentions drugs, alcohol, and single parent households, mostly just fluff, fluff, and more fluff, with a hint of crack/humor

n o t e ; hello friends! this was a very quickly planned, last minute valentine’s day idea, and it’s actually a collab with one of my dearest friends, @chanluster ! she posted her piece of the collab as well, you can check it out by going to the collab masterlist here! this was so much fun to write and i think that 80s! soobin was just too good of a concept to pass up! anyways, happy valentine’s day, i hope you enjoy this oneshot! do leave a like, reblog, or comment if you could, it really helps so much <3

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IF ONE MORE CUT-OUT, CRAFT-PAPER HEART HIT YOU IN THE FACE, YOU WERE GOING TO QUIT YOUR JOB.

Of course you would never actually quit. With your mother out of the picture and your father working nonstop overtime just to barely have enough cash to put food on the table for the both of you, you had come to rely on your minimum wage part-time hours more than you liked to admit. However, the handmade strings of paper hearts that hung from wall to wall throughout the entirety of the record shop you were employed at was enough to make you consider it; not to mention the Phil Collins record that had been spinning all day, filling your ears with melodies embodying the very air of romance, and the embarrassing pink sweater your boss had forced you to wear. You mumbled curses beneath your breath as you pulled at the collar, itching away at your neck.

When you made a step towards a crate full of records, ready to tidy it up after a customer had rummaged through it leaving it a mess, you were met with another face full of cheap red construction paper. With a large growl of exasperation, you swatted at the hearts and accidentally caused the entire string of them to fall to the ground. You cleared your throat, glad that no customers were present to see your little outburst.

Your boss, Jen, still saw it all.

“That’s not very festive of you, kid,” She said, taking a drag on her cigarette. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Lighten up.”

“Ah, my bad. I forgot that I was supposed to be overjoyed on the day honoring the execution of St. Valentine,” You said as you gave her a sarcastic smile. “I’ll make sure to smile at the next couple that walks in and ask them how they plan to contribute to the commercialization of a martyr’s death.”

“You must be real fun at parties,” Jen mumbled. She shook her cigarette at you from behind the counter. “You’re just bitter because you don’t have a valentine. I can’t blame anyone for giving you the cold shoulder with that attitude of yours.”

You scowled, picking up the string of hearts that you had sent crashing to the floor. “I’m not bitter, and I don’t want a date. Also, I told you to stop smoking inside! It smells awful.”

“Last I checked, this was my shop, not yours.” You rolled your eyes as you approached the counter, handing the discarded string to Jen so she could throw it in the trash. “Now you’re making me do chores for you too? You’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”

“Jen, please, I’m really not in the mood for this today.”

Jen shrugged, bending towards the trash can to throw away the string of hearts when she paused and pulled something from the bin. You glanced over your shoulder and gasped when you saw what she held in her hand—a small red envelope with your name scrawled across the front and a pink heart-shaped sticker stuck on the back.

“What’s this?” Jen asked, opening the envelope and shaking out the contents. A single slip of paper fell out, landing atop the counter. You rushed to grab it, but Jen snatched it up just before your fingers reached the countertop.

“Give me that,” You insisted, face growing warm. “I threw it away for a reason!”

“It’s an invitation to a party?” She seemed beyond surprised, glancing back and forth between you and the paper several times. “You got invited to a Valentine’s Day party, and instead of going, you asked me to give you extra hours? Why?”

You looked down at your feet, digging the toe of your sneaker into the blue carpet. There were, in fact, many reasons why you did not want to go to that party. They were as follows:

One: Choi Yeonjun was the one who had invited you. After you had rejected his offer when he asked to take you to a basketball game a month before, you could barely make eye contact with him in the school hallway without feeling guilty. That and the fact that he was one of the richest preps in the school, you knew he had just been asking you out for some sort of prank or dare that you preferred to not potentially fall victim to.

Two: you needed to work as much as you could. Money, as always, was tight for you and your father. There was no way you would sacrifice precious hours to go to a party full of rich kids where nothing but humiliation was sure to await you.

Three: your old childhood friend and the one person you couldn’t bear to see was probably going to be there—Choi Soobin.

You had barely spoken to Soobin in the four years you had been in high school. Crossing paths with him in the cafeteria, turning down the same aisle of books as him in the library, all those tiny stolen glances and accidental encounters were the only bits of interaction you had kept throughout all that time. The worst part was, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was nothing but your own cowardice that had driven the two of you apart, and you were still too afraid to own up to it.

Instead of explaining all of this to Jen, you simply shrugged and said, “I dunno. It just sounds lame.”

Your boss sighed, holding the invitation out towards you. “Okay, I’m letting you off early. Go to the party.”

With wide eyes, you shook your head immediately. “Absolutely not. Why in the world would I go?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Who knows when your next chance to go to a party will be.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that.

“Second, it’s a holiday! The only reason I even opened today was because you were begging me for hours. I thought it was because you were bummed about having no plans, but clearly it’s because you wanted an excuse to be a recluse.”

“Hey, I’m not a recluse.”

“Clearly.” She shook the invitation at you once more, brows raised. “If you go, I’ll raise your pay by fifty cents for the next month.”

Your ears perked up at that.

“Well?” She asked, well aware that she had hit the jackpot. “What'd ya say?”

Weighing the risks against the benefits, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Make it a dollar and you’ve got a deal.”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S, CHOI.”

When Soobin heard the sarcastic remark coming from his best friend, Felix, he had to fight back the urge to burst into tears then and there. He still wasn’t quite sure how Felix had convinced him to come, but he was already regretting it. The last thing he wanted to do to celebrate the day dedicated to love was spend it at a house party—or, as Soobin preferred to call them, any outcast high school kid’s version of hell on earth.

With a quick peek between his fingers, which he had used to cover his eyes immediately upon arriving at the site of the Valentine’s party, Soobin caught another eye-full of couples getting all too familiar with one another out in the open. He gulped, letting his hands grip the handles of the bike as he averted his gaze, choosing to cast his best glare at Felix, who was busy adjusting his ever-present beanie.

“Shut up,” he murmured, slowly sliding off the seat of his bike. He dusted off the worn, tearing cushion, glancing around the area. “Now quick, we gotta put our stuff somewhere safe.”

Felix looked aghast, making no moves to help Soobin in his search for a hiding spot. “What are you doing?”

“Tryna find a safe place for my bike?” He thought the answer to be somewhat obvious, but clearly Felix wasn’t on the same track of thinking. “You don’t know today’s world! Anyone is willing to steal nowadays.”

“Soobin, your bike is coughing up oil from its chains. It should be in its own care home at this rate.”

“I don’t wanna hear your slander, skater boy,” Soobin retorted, eyeing Felix’s ebony skateboard that he refused to be seen without. As if on cue, when he pushed his bike forward, the chains squealed, drawing the attention of a pair of particularly passionate individuals who had been wrapped up with one another moments before. Soobin ignored their annoyed stares, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. He glanced back to Felix. “Help me find a hiding spot.”

Felix was anything but enthusiastic, but he began to help Soobin search nonetheless.

“Slide it in here, Soobs,” Felix called a few moments later. He was pointed to an empty space between the home’s perfectly trimmed bushes. Soobin pursed his lips together, pushing his large glasses further up the bridge of his nose—a nervous tick of his. Felix groaned, rolling his eyes. “Or you can leave it out in the open so it’ll spit more oil on the passersby? Is that what you want?”

“Fine, fine!” Soobin huffed, wheeling his bike over to the shrubbery, chains squeaking all the way. He carefully laid it beneath the brush and moved a few branches to cover it up nicely. He stood up straight, dusting his hands on the front of his loose blue jeans. “What about your skateboard?”

Felix gave the board a pat, awarding his most prized possession a dazzling smile one would expect to see a proud father giving his beloved son. But in reality, it was the school’s stoner grinning ear to ear at his old, dusty skateboard. “Nightrider stays with me.”

Soobin scrunched his nose, cringing on instinct. He still calls that thing by that stupid name?

Felix clapped him on the shoulder before he could make a remark, catching him off guard when he said, “Right. Let’s go and get your girl.”

There was nothing Soobin could do to stop the flush that rushed to his cheeks right away. Images of you, his ex-best friend and the only reason he had even come to this party in the first place, flashed through his mind. Had he not overheard Yeonjun invite you earlier that morning and then casually mention the encounter to Felix, there was no way he would have even stepped foot out of his house that night. Part of him was peeved, wishing he had never uttered a single word about you to his overbearing friend. Yet, deep down, there was hope within him—the tiniest sliver.

If there was even the slightest chance that he could talk to you that night, he would do anything. Even if it meant dealing with a stupid party, and the never-ceasing teasing he was bound to continue receiving from Felix.

“Don’t even say that,” He said, emphasizing each word as they walked up the front steps. Soobin had to glance down at his much shorter friend to see the devious grin on his freckled face.

“Say what? That she’s your girl, your woman, your one and only?”

The blush must have been creeping to his neck by that point. He could feel it. “I. . .” There were many things Soobin wished to say; angry words that would hopefully shut the blonde skater boy up real quick. But he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word, so he sighed in defeat. “I can’t even say it.”

“That you hate me?” Felix only grinned even bigger, and Soobin couldn’t help the tiny defeated smile that slipped over his features. “Oh, I know. It’s because I’m too good of a best friend.”

They stepped into the house then, instantly being overwhelmed by loud music, boisterous laughter, and drunken yells echoing throughout the halls. Soobin latched onto Felix right away, gripping his friend’s sleeve as someone stumbled into him, a bit of beer spilling from their cup. He pushed his glasses up, only for them to slide right back down as he began to sweat.

“Maybe we should go home, Lix!” Soobin shouted to be heard over the noise as they travelled further into the house. “We can always try next year!”

“Stop being a scaredy-cat!” Felix shouted back, and Soobin thought he might actually begin to cry as they squeezed their way into the living room. Soobin nearly gagged at the strong smell of alcohol as it burned in his nose. The scene was nothing short of a nightmare to Soobin—loud voices, smoke rising in the air, vodka assaulting his nose and sweat beading on the back of his neck. He had never been one to drink, and he didn’t plan on starting that night; but he was beginning to understand what Felix meant when he had once told him it was nearly impossible to get through one of these parties sober.

He was about to make another complaint and beg to leave when someone from the crowd hollered his name, causing him to wince when he recognized that voice as the one that belonged to none other than Choi Yeonjun.

“Soobin! Where you been?”

Soobin smiled nervously at the school’s heartthrob—and textbook snobby rich kid—before he turned back to Felix. He didn’t want to leave his friend, but he knew that he would never hear the end of it if he ignored Yeonjun’s persistent calls. “I’ll be right back,” He promised Felix, still holding onto his sleeve.

“No, no,” Felix assured. “You go. You’ll probably find her around that place anyway.”

Soobin wasn’t so sure of that. You were definitely not of the right social standing to be caught amongst the circle of the school’s rich boys—which was why it had surprised Soobin that Yeonjun had invited you to the party in the first place. Your high school had its own caste system, and you were near the bottom of it.

And, as much as it pained him to admit it, Soobin was stuck at the very top with all the other rich snobs who cared about nothing more than their daily allowances that came straight from their daddy’s bank account.

“What about you, buddy?” He asked Felix, desperate for any excuse to remain by his friend’s side. He would have tried to bring Felix with him, but his friend was in an even worse social standing than you were—he was poor, and he was most known for being the school’s pothead. There was no way Soobin would willingly drag him into a situation where nothing but slander and torment awaited him.

“Me?” Felix shrugged, gripping his board tighter. “I’ll just smoke away the night.”

Soobin pouted, glancing back at the group of preps as they called for him once again. He sighed, clapping Felix on the shoulder. “Just make sure you won’t smell too much of it when I come back.”

Submitting himself to his doom then, he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to where the group of boys sat near the sofa, giving them a half-hearted wave.

“Why were you hanging around that Felix guy?” Yeonjun asked once Soobin had reached their circle. “Did he blackmail you or something?”

Soobin frowned, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “He’s my friend.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his perfectly-straightened ebony locks. “Sure he is. Tell me, do you see every kid you find on the streets as some sort of personal charity project? Or is it just Felix and—what was her name—” He snapped his fingers then before he said, “Y/N, right?”

Soobin didn’t respond—well, it was more like he couldn’t respond. By nature he was a very passive being, but nothing drew him closer to bouts of anger than when the people he cared about were being insulted right before him.

Especially when it came to you.

Yet, as much as he wanted to tell Yeonjun off or give him a nice shove into the smoke-stained walls, words failed him. They always did. Perhaps this was why you had abandoned him all those years ago. Nobody knew him better than you did, so of course you were able to see what he truly was beneath all the expensive clothes and nervous laughter—a coward.

He figured that he’d probably have left himself too.

“Drink up, buttercup.” The chipper voice that belonged to the other Choi in the small gathering of socialites, Choi Beomgyu, thrust a plastic red cup towards Soobin’s chest.

He shook his head, throwing another wavering smile in his direction. “No thanks. I don’t drink.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t. Why are you even here then?”

Once again, Soobin chose silence as his only response. He swallowed, patting the front pocket of his denim jacket. As the group of boys began conversing once more, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the room, searching every drunken face for the features that belonged to you, trying to hear your name in every conversation, desperate for your voice to break through the blasting music and shouting voices.

“Who ya looking for there, Big Choi?” Soobin grimaced at the nickname. He was skinny, but incredibly tall, and nobody would let him forget that. “Big Choi” was one of his most common nicknames among the elitists. He despised it, but of course, he would never voice that aloud.

He glanced at Beomgyu and smiled nervously again, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

His eyes met Yeonjun’s and he gulped yet again as the latter eyed him with suspicion. It wasn’t as though he had anything to hide, but something about Yeonjun’s calculating gaze made his skin crawl.

He needed to escape. Just for a moment, at least.

“I’ll be right back. Going to find some water.”

He slipped out of the living room then, apologizing profusely to each couple he accidentally bumped into, bowing in remorse to each person’s toes his big feet happened to stumble over. He ached to be by Felix’s side—the stoned skateboarder had become somewhat of a security blanket to the taller of the duo—but his blonde friend was nowhere to be seen.

After snagging a bottle of water from the kitchen, Soobin managed to slip into an empty bathroom. He slammed the door shut and wasted no time in locking it. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, taking a big gulp of the ice cold water.

He set the bottle on the counter and carefully reached into the front pocket of his jacket, his fingers finding the piece of paper he had been storing there all evening. He pulled it out and let his eyes wander over his middle school creation. It was a big heart, cut out from a scrap piece of red construction paper. Scrawled across it in his eight-grade handwriting were the words, Be mine this Valentine’s! His name was etched at the bottom, and at the very top, delicately printed in hot pink glitter glue, your name was written as well.

He had planned to give this to you four years ago on Valentine’s day. Everything had been planned out perfectly; he was to pick you up on his old, trusty bike. It wasn’t really made for two people, but the two of you had fashioned a makeshift extra seat for you to sit upon whenever you went places together.

He wanted to take you to the Dairy Shack, which was the local ice cream shop where the two of you spent the most time together. You always got a large chocolate shake to share, playing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to eat the cherry on top. He was going to order a shake and specially ask for two cherries that time, and planned to give both of them to you before he would bravely present you with the handmade card he had spent all day working on.

However, when he waited for you outside your house that day, the red dusk turned to pitch black night, and you never stepped foot out your door.

He had even gone up to your door a few times and knocked, but there was no answer. Eventually he pedalled off into the night, back to his house. He was disappointed, of course, but more worried than anything else. He had hoped you weren’t sick.

But when he saw you at school the next day, he knew that hadn’t been the case.

And when you ignored him calling your name as you passed by him in the hallways, he knew that something had drastically changed.

For weeks, Soobin was in great turmoil as he replayed your last few encounters together before you had stood him up. Perhaps you were angry that he had won the last few games of rock, paper, scissors? If he had known, he would have given you all the cherries for the rest of time if it meant you would still talk to him. He didn’t care about them—he cared about you.

He missed you.

And as weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, you still barely spoke to him, and he missed you more and more. The best friend he had wanted to take a step closer to had taken a thousand steps back from him, and he still had no idea why.

But that night, he was determined to find out.

Well, if he could muster up the courage to get a single word out, of course.

He folded the heart back up and stuck it back in his pocket, taking a deep breath as he observed himself in the fogged-up mirror. He fixed his bright blue hair that Felix had helped him bleach and dye, making sure the pieces fell over the corners of his eyes just right. He straightened his white turtleneck and cuffed the sleeves of his denim jacket until he was at least somewhat content with his appearance.

“You can do this, Soobs,” He told himself, adjusting his big round glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “That’s what Felix would say.”

“Hey, rich boy!” A loud scream came from outside the bathroom door, accompanied by harsh knocking that sent Soobin stumbling backwards until he fell in the shower, pulling the curtains down with him.

“Hurry up in there! I’m about to piss myself!”

Soobin let out a shaky sigh, scrambling to his feet as he rushed to fix the curtain he had torn down with his clumsiness. “Sorry,” he mumbled, though he doubted the person on the other side of the door could hear him.

He realized then with an ever growing dread that it would be a miracle if he survived the night long enough to even find you, but it would take the work of God himself for him to actually speak to you.

He figured it was time for him to start praying.

YOU KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO LET JEN DO YOUR MAKEUP.

When she had stopped you on your way out the door with a compact of bright purple eyeshadow, you had turned her down right away. No way in all of creation were you walking in a party with such an atrocious color caked up to your brow bone.

“How can you say it’s gonna look bad if you haven’t even let me try?” Jen had asked.

You had given her a once-over, your lips pressed into a thin line. “If it’s gonna look anything like the way you do your own makeup, I’m gonna have to pass.”

After that snide remark, she had threatened to fire you if you didn’t let her apply the makeup. And so you obliged, though you didn’t have much of a choice.

The booming sounds of the party hit your ears before you had even reached the lawn. Screaming teens—well, there were probably some adults thrown in there as well—and the sound of music spilled through the open windows of the home. Couples and singles alike were scattered throughout the perfectly kept lawn that was now littered with empty cups and other assortments of garbage.

You looked down at your patchwork jeans and pink sweater, certain that you would be underdressed compared to the rest of the partygoers. But from the looks of things, as you carefully squeezed your way through the front door and into the home, everyone was probably too wasted to even notice your arrival, let alone care about your looks.

You caught a glimpse of your face in the hallway mirror, cringing at the sight of your eyeshadow. You had tried to wipe some of it away before arriving, but it simply smudged, giving you quite the shocking smoky, purple eye look. For someone who didn’t even know the difference between a paintbrush and a makeup brush, it was a bold look, to say the least.

If Soobin saw you looking like this, he’d probably have a heart attack.

Soobin.

In the midst of all your frantic preparation, you had nearly forgotten about the main reason why you had planned to avoid this party at all costs. With a quick glance around the room, you realized that he was nowhere to be seen. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t shown up at all. He was never a fan of parties, anyway.

You crossed your arms over your chest and slowly slipped past the couples crowding the hallway with their limbs intertwined, mouths practically swallowing one another whole, until you reached the living room. Surprisingly, it was less crowded in here than you thought it might be. A few minglers were scattered about the room’s perimeter, but they all kept away from the center of the room, which was occupied by none other than Choi Yeonjun and all his brainless, rich-boy worshippers. You quickly scanned the group, not able to make out Soobin among them. When you realized he wasn’t there, you were partly relieved and partly disappointed. If was to be anywhere at this party, it would probably be with these guys.

With a quick turn on your heel, you planned to make your way out of the living room before Yeonjun could see you. The last thing you wanted was for the boy with a bruised ego to see you, regardless of whether or not he had been the one to invite you.

“Y/N? You came?”

Too late.

Plastering a forced grin to your face, you slowly turned to face Yeonjun, who had just called your name. He was eyeing you with slight surprise, but soon, a smirk slipped across his lips as he motioned for you to come over. You had to hold back your sigh, wishing there was some way for you to get out of this situation. It was all Jen’s fault that you had to show up in the first place. You decided you were going to demand an extra ten cents be added to your raise the next time you saw your pushy boss.

“Hey Yeonjun,” you said once you had walked over to him. “I figured I’d stop by for a minute or two, since you were kind enough to invite me.”

He smirked, glancing at a few of his friends. They shared a knowing laugh with one another, but the meaning of it was lost to you. You wanted nothing more than to get away from them, but that wasn’t an option.

“You’re too busy to go out with me to a basketball game but free enough to come to a party, huh?” He asked.

You blinked, digging your nails into your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine, really,” He drawled, swirling his plastic cup of beer in his hand. “You didn’t think I’d be upset or anything did you? I only asked you out because I was dared to shack up with you. But I’m guessing you already knew that, since you’re so smart and all.”

Your eyes went wide, but you managed to control the rest of your expression. It was just like you had guessed—Yeonjun had invited you to the party with the sole purpose of making a scene.

If you survived the night, Jen was never going to hear the end of it.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” He asked, pushing himself to his feet. You could tell by the slight stumble in his step and his hooded eyes that he had quite a bit to drink. He took a step towards you, causing you to back up immediately. Your back hit the wall, and you placed your palms against it as Yeonjun towered over you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know why you’re here anyways.” He leaned forward, his lips hovering near your ear. “You’re here to see Soobin, aren’t you? Since he’s the only one here willing to waste his time on filth like you.”

Your blood boiled, and you had to clench your fists at your sides to control your anger.

“Don’t,” You seethed, “Call me that.”

“Call you what? Filth? Or sweetheart? Why, is that something good old Binnie used to call you—”

He never got to finish that sentence, because with one big burst of anger, you stomped on his toe as hard as you could with your worn-out platform sneaker.

“What the hell!” He screeched, drawing the attention of several others in the room. His outburst even caused a few of the couples to pull away from each other’s faces long enough to eavesdrop.

Before you could even say anything back, lukewarm liquid was splashed up in your face, burning your eyes and nose. You gasped, running your hands over your eyes to see Yeonjun with his now empty cup of beer pointed towards you.

“Think twice before you act out against me next time, sweetheart. Never forget your place.”

Tears of anger burned in your eyes, and you scanned the room to see several people exchanging whispers and giggles as they glanced in your direction. You pushed past Yeonjun and quickly made your way out the back door of the house, unable to stand the humiliation for a moment longer.

Soobin arrived in the living room just in time to see you leave.

He wasted no time in rushing towards Yeonjun, grabbing hold of his arm. “Yeonjun, was that Y/N?” He asked, eyes quickly taking in the puddle of alcohol on the floor and the empty cup in Yeonjun’s hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty blue head about, Big Choi. I just put her in her place is all.”

Soobin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you ‘put her in her place?’”

Yeonjun laughed, giving Soobin a nonchalant pat on the back. “Just drop it, would you? It has nothing to do with you.”

“What did you say, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun was growing irritated now. He huffed out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said it has nothing to do with you, Soobin. I know you like to hang around people like that pothead Felix, but the rest of us live in the real world, where we’d rather not waste our time with those who have no future anyways. I bet he’s the one that got you to dye your hair that god awful blue, isn’t he?”

Soobin bit the inside of his cheek. He so badly wished to rip Yeonjun to shreds then and there. If he had Felix’s courage, the cocky bastard would have been knocked to the ground ages ago. But if there was one thing Soobin was sure he could never be, it was brave. And so, despite his rage, he remained silent, his eyes practically burning a hole through Yeonjun’s chest from how intently he was glaring.

It seemed as though Yeonjun was about to say something, but his eyes landed on the bit of red that peeked through the front pocket of Soobin’s denim jacket. Before Soobin had time to defend himself, Yeonjun had reached forward and snatched it from his pocket, revealing the large paper heart—his valentine for you.

“So this is why you care so much,” Yeonjun said, laughing as his eyes scanned the glittery words that decorated the page. “You want her to be your valentine.”

“Give that back,” Soobin said quietly, his hands beginning to shake.

Yeonjun instead lifted his eyes to Soobin, gave him a sickly sweet grin, and ripped the heart straight down the middle. He let the two pieces fall from his hands to the ground, and with them Soobin’s heart went also.

“You’re really willing to try and go against me, and for what? For the sake of a girl who can’t even afford a new pair of jeans and a boy that smokes his life away in the bathroom stalls?” Yeonjun took a slow step towards Soobin, his eyes glinting with a sinister determination. “You may be rich, Soobin, but if you choose to lower yourself to their standards, you may as well be dirt poor just like they are.”

With his hands clenched into tight fists, his glasses sliding down his nose, and his heart quite literally in two pieces on the floor below him, Soobin decided that he had had enough.

“I’d much rather be associated with people who are kind and have actual depth to their character than be lumped together with a bunch of pricks like you with no real personality—because that’s something you can’t buy with daddy’s paycheck.”

He had to physically restrain himself from slapping his hand across his own mouth in shock. It was as if the spirit of Felix himself had possessed him to say such harsh things. He wondered where Felix was then, wishing more than ever before to have his best friend by his side as he began to tremble from either the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, or from fear. Or perhaps it was both.

He didn’t have time to ponder it any longer before Yeonjun’s fist collided with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack as pain echoed throughout his face in tidal waves.

He stumbled backward as people began to shout, raising his hand to his nose and gasping when he saw that his palm was covered in blood.

Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around Yeonjun, who was desperately trying to lunge towards Soobin once again.

“Knock it off, Yeonjun!” Beomgyu shouted, pushing the elder back. “His dad is on the school board! Are you trying to get expelled?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder at the still stunned Soobin, who was gaping at the blood that now stained his once white turtleneck.

“Get lost, Soobin,” Beomgyu said, to which Soobin only blinked in reply, his ears ringing.

“Now!”

Head spinning, Soobin picked up the two halves of his paper heart, stuffed them into his jeans, and stumbled out the same door he had seen you go through just minutes before. After checking to make sure his glasses were still intact—they were, thankfully—he shook his head in an effort to clear his mind of the static, eyes scanning the front lawn looking for any trace of you.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to spot you among the now dwindling crowd of partygoers. Your bright pink sweater stood out against the darkness, so he was able to recognize you even with your back towards him. He sniffed, wiping the back of his hand against his dripping nose as he slowly made his way to where you sat on the curb, your feet planted on the asphalt street. He wished that he looked a bit more presentable—when he played this scene out in his head over the years in which he would finally reunite with you, he never imagined himself dazed and covered in blood.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

When he reached you, he simply stood beside you in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. He could tell that you sensed his presence, but you refused to look up at him as you kept your face buried in your hands. He could have sworn he heard a few muffled sobs slip through your fingers, but of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up.

Eventually he decided to slip his jacket off of his shoulders, leaning down to drape it over you. You still kept your head down as he sat beside you on the curb, but he watched you grip the jacket and pull it tighter around your body. He smiled a bit, holding the collar of his turtleneck against his throbbing nose.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your hand across your eyes. You finally looked over at him, and when you did, you couldn’t hold back your gasp. “My God Soobin, what happened to your face?”

“Oh, well, I might have gotten punched,” He said quickly, trying to wave off your concern. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Punched? By who?”

He looked down at the ground, sniffing as a drop of blood hit the pavement. “Yeonjun,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry, did you just say Yeonjun? Are you insane? Why on earth would you butt heads with the Choi Yeonjun?”

Soobin didn’t say anything in response, he simply stared at you, eyes wide with beer dripping off the ends of your hair, makeup smeared across your face, your sweater stained down the front. It didn’t seem to take long for you to put the pieces together, as the shock left your face and was replaced with something akin to guilt.

“Oh,” You said, looking back down at your shoes.

“So she knows that I did it all for her,” Soobin thought.

For some reason, the idea of that both terrified and excited him.

A second later, he glanced over to see you ripping one of the hand-sewed patches of fabric off your jeans, leaving a square of your skin exposed to the chilly night air. You leaned towards him, pushing his hand away from his nose so you could use the patch to clean up some of the blood on and around his puffy red nose.

“Y/N, your pants!” He exclaimed, trying to push your hand away. “They’re ruined!”

“I’m not worried about my pants, you idiot,” You said, swatting his hand away as you continued to press the cloth against his skin. “You got punched in the face because of me, this is the least I could do.”

“That was my choice though,” He muttered, although he stopped trying to resist your touch. He ignored the way his heart thrummed harder in his chest, hoping that you couldn’t hear.

“Well, this is my choice too.” Your eyes flicked to his for a brief moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Why did you do it, by the way?”

“Do what?”

“Stand up to Yeonjun for me and get a nasty nosebleed as a result.”

“Oh.” He blinked slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “Just ‘cause.”

“Because . . . ?”

“Because of you.” He blurted, causing your hand to go still against him. He swallowed his fear, braving the best smile that he could. “Just you. That was my only reason.”

You didn’t say anything as your hand fell from his face, the cloth clutched between your fingers. The anxiety he had tried his best to suppress came rushing up all at once, and he was surprised that his ears didn’t begin to squeal like a tea kettle from all the pressure.

“Y/N,” He said, gently placing his hand over yours despite how his fingers trembled. “Why did you pull away from me?”

“What?”

“Four years ago. Why did you stop talking to me?”

You were quiet for a moment, digging into the ground with the toe of your sneaker. Soobin held his breath until you finally replied with, “I was afraid.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“We were getting older, Binnie,” You said, and his heart skipped at the use of your old nickname for him. “You and I, we’re from very different walks of life. You get to hang out with people like Yeonjun, whereas I get a cup of beer poured all over my face just for existing, and you get a fist to the nose for trying to stand up for me. We’re from different sides of the track, one might say.”

“So?” Soobin asked, his hand tightening around yours. “Did you really think that would affect us that much, Y/N?”

You frowned, glancing down at his hand over yours.

“I thought you’d be embarrassed of me,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Embarrassed?” Soobin’s eyes went wide as he gripped your hand tighter still, pulling it into his lap. “Y/N, I would never, ever be embarrassed of you. Besides, have you seen my best friend? He’s on a first name basis with the principal because of how often he gets written up for smoking behind the school. If I’m not embarrassed of him, why would I ever be embarrassed of you?”

You laughed, wiping the back of your hand across your eyes once more. “I guess I was worried about nothing, huh?” You sniffed, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Soobin.”

He shook his head, squeezing your hand right back. “Don’t apologize. You’re here now, that’s what matters. Do think we could—you know—”

“Pick up where we left off?” You smiled, nodding vigorously. “I’d like that very much, Binnie.”

He beamed then, almost pinching himself to be sure that he was not dreaming, but the pain in his nose was real enough to remind him of that on its own. He jumped to his feet, pulling you right up with him.

“In that case, how about we finally go on that Valentine’s date I had planned all the way back then?”

“Date?” You asked, a brow raised. “Is it really considered a date if two friends are just hanging out?”

He didn’t respond as he pulled you along behind him towards the bushes where he and Felix had hidden his bike. He crouched down and moved the branches aside, feeling his heart drop to his stomach when he realized that his bike was, in fact, no longer there.

He shot up, turning to face you with eyes wide. “Felix—that bastard took my bike!”

You were quiet for a moment, but then, you burst into boisterous laughter, leaving Soobin utterly confused.

“It’s not funny, Y/N!” He whined, shoving your shoulder lightly. ��I was supposed to take you to the Dairy Shack on my bike!”

“It is funny,” You said between bursts of laughter. “Only you would get such a rusty old piece of metal stolen from you.”

He pushed his lips out in a pout, sliding his glasses up his sore nose. “It’s a good bike, don’t make fun of it.”

You grinned, interlocking his fingers with yours, which was enough to instantly wipe the pout right off his face.

“Let’s just walk, Binnie. The Dairy Shack isn’t that far anyways.”

You were right; the walk to your favorite milkshake place was very close to the house where the party had occurred. Although Felix stealing his bike had thrown an obvious wrench in his plans, it was a minor hiccup, and one he could most definitely handle. Besides, he wouldn’t have to see Felix until the next day anyways. He could deal with his frustration then.

At least, that’s what he thought anyways, until the two of you spotted Felix at the skatepark on your way to the dairy shack.

Soobin’s eyes took in the deplorable sight before him—from where he stood on the dimly lit sidewalk, he could see Felix and a girl he had never seen before, their faces nearly pressed together, and most importantly, with his bike discarded a few yards away from them.

“Soobin,” You said, tugging on his arm. “They look like they’re busy, let’s just go—”

But Soobin, who had little patience when it came to Felix messing up his plans, didn’t let you finish before he screamed, “Give me back my freaking bike!”

You had to hold back your snort of laughter at his choice of words. Even when he was trying to sound angry, he was undeniably adorable.

Soobin watched as Felix startled, clutching his spliff between his fingers as he glared daggers back at his friend. Soobin gulped, trying not to let his fear show on his face. What did he have to be afraid of, anyways? He was the victim of thievery, and his best friend was the offender.

Felix took a big step towards him, but he paused, his eyes landing on your interlocked hands. Soobin glanced down as well, his face growing furiously warm as he realized the situation he had gotten himself into.

He decided to divert the subject before it could even be brought up by saying, “I can’t believe you stole my bike! All this time I was trying to hide it from strangers, but you, my best friend! I should’ve been hiding it from you!”

Soobin noticed Felix’s female companion step off the skateboard and walk over in his direction, and for a second he felt bad for possibly ruining her night with his best friend. However, his frustration was more prominent in the moment as he fixed his gaze back on his best friend, who had fixed a mischievous smirk upon his face that made warning sirens blare in Soobin’s head right away.

“Now, now, buddy,” Felix said, his voice calm and carefree as ever. It probably had something to do with what he had just smoked, but Soobin didn’t care all that much. “You’re just gonna have to let me borrow it for a little longer.”

Soobin nearly laughed at the audacity of such a statement. “You are gonna give me the bike, or—”

“How about this, Soobs?” Soobin’s lips clamped shut at his friend’s interruption, as the thief in question gestured with his joint to where Soobin’s fingers were locked with yours. “You let me keep your bike for the night, and I don’t tell your dad about you hanging out with the opposite gender.”

Unable to control yourself, you let out a big laugh. Soobin would have felt betrayed, but he was more terrified than anything else at the idea of his father finding out that he was taking a girl out without his permission. He would be grounded for weeks—no, months.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s lips curled up even more into a twisted grin that Soobin wished he had the guts to slap off his face. “God, just imagine the look on Mr. Choi’s face. Imagine him finding out about your premarital hand holding.”

No. Not the hand holding.

Soobin almost felt faint, but he steeled himself to the best of his abilities as he cleared his throat. “One night, Lix,” he warned. “If I don’t see it on my porch in the morning, you’ll be sorry!”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Felix teased. His expression changed a moment later though, when he finally noticed Soobin’s swollen nose and blood-stained turtleneck. “Wait, Soobs, the hell happened to you?”

Soobin, however, had already taken his first steps away from the skatepark, pulling you along behind him. “I’ll tell you later, bud. Enjoy your spliff with that kind girl who you probably don’t deserve!”

“Hey!”

Soobin couldn’t help but laugh as he swung your interlocked hands together, grinning as you let out a laugh as well. The anger that had seeped through him seemed to melt away in an instant as the two of you continued your journey to the Dairy Shack.

“Would your dad really be that upset if he found out about this?” You asked.

Soobin grimaced. “We should probably wait til next year to tell him about this outing. Or maybe the year after that.”

When the two of you had finally reached the Dairy Shack, you waited outside for him while he went in to order your drink. A large chocolate milkshake, with two straws, just like you used to get every time before.

When he had the drink in hand, he walked back outside and sat down beside you on the curb, smiling as you wrapped his jacket tighter around your shoulders. You smiled back up at him, your eyes creasing from the expression. Your smile had always struck him right to his core; he had missed seeing it every day.

He hoped he could see it every morning and every night from that day onward. There was no way he would let you go this time.

He just had to muster up the courage to grab hold of you first.

“You know what, Binnie, you turned out to be a lot taller than I thought you ever would be,” you said as you took one of the straws from his hands. “You’re actually enormous. It’s shocking.”

“Should I find that offensive? It sounds kinda like an insult.”

“Take it however you will,” You teased, leaning over as he popped the plastic lid off the milkshake. He grabbed the cherry by the stem and held it towards you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding out your fist. “We have to rock, paper, scissors for it. Remember?”

Soobin laughed as he shook his head. “I’m giving it to you this time. It’s what I planned to do all those years ago, when I asked you to hang out on Valentine’s.”

You seemed to be taken aback, but you simply shrugged as you plucked the cherry from his hand and pulled it from the stem with your teeth, glancing back over at him. It was silent for a moment, but then your eyes landed on the pocket of his jeans, where you could see a bit of red paper poking out. You leaned over even further, reaching your hand out to snatch the paper.

“What are you—hey! Give that back!”

Soobin desperately tried to take his Valentine back from you, but it was too late. You held both halves of what used to be a whole in your hands, your eyes scanning the words as you pieced them together.

“Soobin . . .”

He held his breath. Had his act of young love left you completely speechless? Were you so touched that you would burst into tears?

“This looks like a middle schooler made it.”

He let out the breath in the form of a long, long sigh.

“That’s because it was made by a middle schooler,” He said as he set the milkshake down beside him. “I made it back in the eighth grade. I planned to give it to you that Valentine’s.”

“Oh.” You ran your finger along the card’s surface, the smallest smile creeping across your lips. “Well in that case, it’s not half bad. Why’s it ripped though?”

“Ah—well, Yeonjun . . .”

You nodded, taking another glance at his swollen nose. “No need to elaborate. It seems you had a lot planned for our Valentine’s Day back then. Is there anything else you wanted to do?”

His mouth went dry at that, and he wished that you couldn’t see his face because he was sure that his expression was quite comical. All the way back then, four years prior, he had in fact planned the perfect, ideal day in his head. Picking you up on his bike, giving you the cherry from his milkshake, and presenting you with his hand made card.

There was only one thing left on his list.

He didn’t move at first, willing himself to have enough courage to even look back in your direction. But when he finally did allow his eyes to meet yours, he felt his shoulders relax and his heart rate became more manageable.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against your cheek.

He lingered there for only a moment before he pulled back, daring to pry one of his eyes open to take in the look on your face.

The disappointment was palpable—from the way your brows furrowed together and the way you pursed your lips. His stomach dropped, and he scooted the tiniest bit away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He blurt out, his face growing warmer by the second. “I shouldn’t have done that, I just—”

“Is that all?”

Your question stopped him mid-ramble, his eyes growing wide. “Huh?”

“Is that all?” You repeated, closing the distance between you that he had created. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Soobin. I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek.”

The implications of what you were saying didn’t register with him right away, but when it finally did, he could have sworn his heart began to beat loud enough for the entire town to hear. His hand curled into a fist as he gripped the denim of his jeans. He leaned forward, keeping his eyes open just enough to watch you as he brought his lips closer to yours. He could feel your eyes on him all the while, causing his heart to pound fiercer still within him.

When he was just a breath away, he whispered, “Can you close your eyes?”

“Hm?”

He lifted his hand, gently placing it over your eyes. He leaned closer then, filling the space between you both as his lips met yours. You tasted vaguely of cherry and strawberry slice soda, and he found it quite nice the way his lips seemed to fit perfectly against your own. As the seconds drew on, your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. He slowly let his hand fall from your eyes, tracing lines with the tips of his fingers down your cheek before he cradled your jaw, letting his lips part just enough to taste the sweet sugar on your lips once more.

He thought in a haze that it was a good thing he didn’t drink anything at the party, as kissing you was proving to be intoxicating enough on its own.

When you finally pulled away, leaving your forehead resting against his, he let his eyes flutter open enough to see the euphoric smile that adorned your features. He grinned as well, gently running his thumb against your cheek.

“I think that back then, I had planned to ask you this before kissing you,” He whispered, “But Y/N, will you be my Valentine?”

Instead of a spoken answer, you laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours once again, and that was the only answer Choi Soobin would ever need.

WHEN SOOBIN ARRIVED HOME THAT NIGHT, HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE TELEPHONE.

It was kept upstairs at night right outside his parent’s door, to keep himself and his brother from using it in the late hours. Of course, this never stopped Soobin from sneaking it downstairs to his room in the basement to make late night calls to Felix.

And that particular evening, he really needed to give Felix an update.

He grabbed the phone from the small table in the hallway, carefully tiptoeing towards the basement stairs. Before he had even taken the first step down, the bathroom door creaked open. Soobin whipped his head around to see his brother Kai standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he raised a brow at his older brother.

Soobin froze, blinking slowly as he realized the incriminating situation he found himself in.

“Please don’t tell mom,” He whispered, his eyes pleading with his younger brother.

Kai nodded, although Soobin wasn’t quite convinced that the boy was even coherent enough to understand what was going on. Soobin offered a rushed thank you, and ventured his first step down the stairs.

Well, he tried, anyways, and ended up missing the first step. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs, landing on his butt at the very end.

He winced in pain, glad to see that the phone was still intact in his hands. He glanced over his shoulders to see Kai staring down the stairway with wide eyes, his lips parted in shock. Soobin quickly put a finger to his lips, begging his brother for silence.

Kai simply shook his head and walked away, allowing Soobin the freedom to breathe out a sigh of relief.

He quickly ran to his bedroom and shut the door, collapsing onto his bed with the phone as his breaths came in ragged gasps as an aftereffect from his tumble down the stairs. He figured he should have dialed Felix’s number right away, but he couldn’t help but brush his fingers against his lips, remembering the feeling and taste of having yours pressed against them.

He was so caught up in his daze that he didn’t notice Felix calling until the third ring.

He picked it up, breathing heavily into the speaker as he rubbed a sore spot on his lower back.

“Please tell me that panting is from running a marathon, and not what I think you’ve successfully tried.”

Soobin nearly gagged, holding the phone away from his face as he coughed, flustered by his friend's crude words. He brought the phone back to his face and said, “No, you sicko, I just fell down the stairs.”

“How the hell did you manage that with those long legs?”

“That’s not important, Lix!” He laid back onto his pillows then, twirling the phone cord in his hands as he stared up at his ceiling, the memories of his adventure with you that night flooding his mind once more. He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he said, “Look, I need to tell you something important.”

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he could hear the smile in Felix’s voice too as his friend replied.

“Well buddy, I got something to tell you too.”

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ddarkhours · 4 years ago

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SKZ masturbating headcanons

Word Count: 1990 for the full thing; Requested: Nope hehe i just really wanted to do this:D

a/n: this is maybe my third time ever doing headcanons so we’ll see how this goes but i really liked writing this and it was me just being thirsty more than me writing it lmao anyway enjoy

Chan

Minho

I think Chan jacks off a few times a week. I feel like he’d do it mostly at home or in the bathroom but the thought of him doing it in the studio has been in my mind for a while. Like normally he’d go in the shower and turn on the water to mask any sounds, but sometimes he’s in the studio and he just needs to relax y’know. Also all of those background noises in some 3racha songs. He would put on some loud music, even though the studio is soundproof you can never be too safe, he would pull up a video on his phone (you decide if the video is his or not), and just pull his dick out, not fully taking his pants off. I see him groaning a lot and just breathing heavy, not really moaning especially since he’s alone. His hand doesn’t feel the same as you but it’ll do in the moment. I don’t think it would take him too long to cum and when he’d finish he would stop his movements, holding his cock at the base and just letting it shoot, groaning after every string of cum, and maybe a hiss here and there, either over his hand or in a tissue for convenience sake.

That curtain he has on his bed is really giving me many thoughts here hhh. Anyway. Because he sleeps naked and that curtain is there on his bed, we can all use our imaginations to see what usually goes down. Minho is a little shit, so I see him kind of being an exhibitionist and because he doesn’t share a bunk with anyone I can see him masturbating in his bed most of the time. I don’t think he’d be too into porn, I mean sure he watches it sometimes but he prefers to use his imagination here, thinking of what you two did last weekend or the last time you gave him head/he ate you out, your moans are occupying his mind while he does it. I feel like Minho likes to tease himself so he doesn’t cum too often. He’d rather have one mind blowing orgasm a week than a couple mediocre ones. I think he’d jerk himself off and edge himself a couple of times a week but not let himself cum, just for the thrill of it, to see how far he can take it, feeling himself half hard all day turns him on even more. And when he finally let’s himself cum he’d be so spent. Groaning a lot and moaning quietly, he’d slow down his hand to almost a painful speed going down towards the base of his dick. He’d shoot over his stomach and probably up to his chest since he hasn’t cum in a while and continue to move his hand until his dick is basically soft and his orgasm wore off.

Changbin

Now. Idk if it’s because they’re producers or What but I can also picture Changbin jerking off in the studio, but more often than Chan. He’d do it in there most of the times he does it, maybe a couple of times a week because he feels comfy in there. He would do it when he takes a break from work, he’d just let his mind wander and most of the time it ends up in the gutter. He’d start to think about you, he’d think about the last time you guys fucked, when he hit it from the back, the way you moved over his dick. I have a feeling he would rub his cock through his pants for most if not all of it, in case anyone knocks on the door or wants to come in. If anyone were to come in he would stop, immediately. He isn’t into showing off at all. Unless of course it was you but that’s not what this is about rn lmao. He might cum in his pants or pull his dick out just to cum, like Chan either over his hand or in a tissue, but I see him hissing a lot more than Chan, and when his orgasm hits slowing down and tugging towards his tip basically milking himself for as long as he can.

Hyunjin

OKAY. Hyunjin would do it at his desk, no questions asked. I think he’d watch a lot of porn. I think his favourite videos would be something of you, maybe a clip you sent him or something you filmed together, and I think he would really love it if it was a short clip that just looped over and over. He’d get so into it, matching his rhythm with the video. OH also he gives me the vibe of someone who’d use a cock ring:) just to drag it out a little longer. Also strikes me as the type of guy who’d pull his dick back and let it slap against his stomach. You know how dramatic Hyunjin is, he’d be moaning and groaning and throwing his head back when he got somewhat close to cumming, I think he also really likes dirty talk a lot so he’d whisper things as if you were there fhfdj. His head would fall back and he’d lean forward, spreading his legs more, squeezing near the tip and catching his cum in his other hand.

Jisung

Jisung is a bundle of energy, and I think he gets riled up easily so I see him jerking off almost probably every day. He doesn’t have a preference on where he does it, probably wherever he can get privacy at the moment and I also think he wouldn’t be embarrassed to ask for privacy. Like if he just got to the bathroom, rock hard from thinking about you all day, and someone tried to ask him to let them shower first he’d tell them straight up “Kinda have something I need to take care of”. Absolutely shameless. But sometimes when he wants to drag it out a bit or finally has some free time he gives the vibe that he’d have a fleshlight or those silicone eggs. He would pull up some videos on his laptop, imagining it’s you and that you’re riding him, thrusting up into the toy. He’d pull out to cum most of the time because cleaning it is a pain. He would jerk himself off so fast just trying to cum, his hand would go over his cock at lightning speed, letting out high pitched moans and shooting over his abs and just laying there with his dick in his hand as his heart rate calmed down… Alternatively if he’s super into it and just lost in the pleasure he’ll just let himself go and cum inside, shoving his dick as far as he can into it and holding it down as his spurts of cum would shoot inside.

Felix

Most of these have gone solo but even when jerking off Felix would want to do mutual masturbation or at the very least call you to hear your voice. Felix is so sweet:(( and he’s so clingy even if he can’t directly see you, he’d want you to talk dirty to him through the phone, and ask you to moan for him. I think he’d really be into facetiming and just watching you play with yourself, that’s what gets him off the most, knowing that you feel good too. He’d say things like “baby tell me how good you feel”, “I wish you were here with me” and such. I feel like he’d either ask you if he can cum or he’d ask you to cum with him. He’d be so into it, letting his head fall back and moaning super deep raspy moans, stroking his dick for you to see, shooting wherever it lands, he doesn’t care at that moment. If he was to do it alone I think he’d be into ruining his own orgasm and making himself cum a couple of times, doing this occasionally and only once or twice per round. He’d jerk off to the thought of you, using both hands to rub his cock and when he’d feel close he would remove his hands, leaving his body quivering, the thought of you pushing him closer and closer with his dick twitching until with one last breath he finally lets go and he cums just from the thought of you, your body, you taking him, he would moan and buck his hips into nothing, his seed landing all over himself and the floor/bed sheets. His spurts of cum would get weaker and weaker with each orgasm, until he finally let’s himself enjoy his orgasm and his cum would cover his hand.

Seungmin

Does it in the bathroom strictly, he’s a neat freak you can’t change my mind. Cumming anywhere besides the drain just seems messy and unhygienic. Seungmin is the only member that I don’t really have a clear picture in my head of. I feel like he could go both ways and just use his hands or have some sort of toy. I’m thinking vibrating cock ring so that he doesn’t have to use his hands as much. I can see him putting his arm on the wall and putting his face in the crook of his elbow to suppress any moans as he thinks of you. The vibrations of the ring are enough to make him cum on it’s own so his hand is stroking his dick slowly. oH he plays with his nipples a lot, even when he’s alone it makes him cum faster. He’d imagine you masturbating, his hand slowly starting to pick up speed until he’s breathing heavily, biting the inside of his arm, the vibrations of the toy making his legs shake and he’d spill his cum down the drain, his hand helping milk himself under the running water.

Jeongin

He’d do it a lot. He is the youngest so I’m imagining he would be horny a lot. He would do it on his bed as much as he could, laying on his back with his shirt pulled up and his shorts pulled down just enough for his cock and balls to be out with one hand behind his head. I think he watches a lot of porn too, maybe hentai but I’m not gonna go too deep into that. He would have his phone propped up either on some pillows in front of him or on the wall. He jerks off in waves- let me explain- he goes fast and brings himself closer to orgasm before slowing down, playing with his tip, massaging it for a little bit before going again. He’d do this a lot, everytime he would play with his tip he’d use his finger tips to massage behind the head where it feels reall good. It would make his legs shake and his cock twitch so much it would slip out of his hands sometimes, his jaw would hang open and he’d time it so it lines up with the best part of the video. When the person in the video cums it would send him reeling, it would be the tipping point that makes him cum. He would try to stay as quiet as possible, not only for the members not to hear him but also for his own enjoyment. He’d hold his hand still while he fucks up into it, pretending it’s the real thing. He’d aim for his stomach but with how good it feels it would be all over his bedsheets.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #skz smut headcanons #stray kids smut headcanons

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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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Watermelon Sugar

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Summer crush! au

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader

Word Count: ~2,9K

Notes: The last fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

If you never saw a schooner, please look for “escuna” in google images, so you can picture it! <3

Warnings: Make out?

Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

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Requested: No, that was the beginning of the request idea xD

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

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You gasped, marveled by the bay right in front of your eyes.

You were sure your eyes were shining like twinkling little stars or something, and as much as you really wanted to look like the cool and elegant tourist, you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall agape and look around. The sun cast its light above the sea, allowing pretty sparks on the teal waters to get your attention from time to time, distracting you from the beautiful forest that surrounded you. The view was breathtaking and the way that the forest-green mountains stood up there like a giant barrier ─ kind enough to let an entrance for adventurers such as you ─ made your heart swell inside your chest.

“Want me to take a picture for you, Sweetheart?” Not even the cool breeze that came straight from the sea was enough to cool down your face at the moment. You pursed your lips, coyly rubbing your arm as you glanced at his bright smile. He looked at you with lovely gentle eyes, waiting for a reaction as he extended his hand in your direction (not to hold yours but to ask for your phone), and the lack of response made him tilt his head in confusion “Y/N?” He called carefully.

“Oh! Yeah! Yeah, I mean- Why not?” You snapped away from your thoughts “It’s such a beautiful view” You added, more composed now, handing him your phone. You didn’t miss the small smile on his lips as he nodded in agreement with you, positioning the phone to take a picture as he muttered something under his breath, a blush spreading on his face “What did you just say?” You frowned, bothered by the pose you choose.

“I said you look perfect” He repeated mindlessly “No! I mean-“ He widened his eyes, snapping them at you as he realized what he had just said “You look good in the picture! Not that you don’t look good in real life… I mean-“ He floundered, making you burst into a fit of giggles “Here is your phone…” He sighed embarrassed, fingers brushing on yours as he handed it to you. That was the most romantic thing that happened to you on Valentine’s Day in your whole life. And he wasn’t even your boyfriend!

The truth was that you barely knew him at all.

The attractive stranger was called Hyunjin ─ a simple and pretty name, just like him ─ and apart from being a good photographer, as you could see by the pictures he took from you, he was also part of the crew. Of course, you knew that the kindness and cuteness that he had been showing you was nothing but strictly professional behavior to allure the tourists, and (obviously) you couldn’t help but swallow it hook, line, and sinker. In your defense, he probably worked like this for years and had mastered the perfect gentlemanliness that he was using against you!

When you decided to take your single Valentine’s trip and get rid of all those insane expectations people had on you for being single for too long ─ really, what was the deal with them?! Didn’t they have anything better to worry about?! ─, you didn’t imagine that you would come across someone like him. You wouldn’t even believe you would have the courage to get your feet on a boat like this! But you promised yourself that as a self-discovery trip, you had to be bold and jump right into any new opportunities.

You meant more like a one night stand or something like this.

But navigating through a deep ocean with a cute guy sounded good too!

The moment you spot him on your way to the beach ─ perfect smile, tanned skin, and wet hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks ─, you knew you were screwed. You tried to reason that you weren’t really a good swimmer and hoping in a boat like this wasn’t the best of the ideas even if he had offered you a really good price. Of course, he knew exactly what to say and promised you to be right by your side at all moments… What a flirty little bastard you found as a summer crush.

“I’ll even fight the waters for you!” He had joked as you signed the paper “I’ll be right there to catch you if you fall, though I can assure you it’s very safe! The only thing that you might fall for is me” You laughed along with him, but he was indeed right.

Was there a way to not fall for Hwang Hyunjin?

The very first thing he did was to stick to his promises as you stared at the wobbly boat warily ─ clearly rethinking all of your life choices ─, wondering how the hell you would get inside it if the bloody thing kept swinging like that. Were you supposed to simply jump inside it? What if you just fell to the sea?! That would be the silliest way to die on a trip… Utterly humiliating. How would your family and friends take the news?

DUMB GIRL DROPS DEAD WHILE TRYING TO GET ON A BOAT!

You could even see the disappointment on everyone’s face.

“Here, gimme your hand!” His voice had brought you back from your daydreaming.

The crew was holding the ropes firmly to bring the schooner as closely as possible to the deck, making sure it was safe to get into the boat. Of course, Hyunjin had to drop it and hop inside the schooner as if it was nothing, wiping away his sweat with his forearm and extending his hand to you with a bright smile that made you flustered. You accepted his offer, yelping at his firm grip and the way he could make almost everything seem steady as you connected your eyes to his, stepping inside the rocking ship successfully.

You averted your eyes from him ─ the shyness overcoming your willingness to keep looking at his orbs ─, and the magic suddenly ran off as the boat shook in a different rhythm (or maybe it was all the same and you were just being clumsy), prompting you to pathetically stumble over nothing. If it was a movie, that would be the moment you would crash onto his chest and be wrapped into strong arms as you looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a flustered smile under his friends’ teasing… Of course, you weren’t in a movie, so you just had the humiliating experience of pretending it didn’t happen as you walked straight away from them.

Being the prince charming wasn’t enough for Hyunjin.

He was also a fierce environmental defender just like you.

Your heart would melt for him, just like those damn glaciers.

It happened almost one hour ago but you could still remember vividly how mad you felt as a random guy tossed an empty chip bag to the sea, completely ignoring the crew on how important the area was for the local fauna. The damn guy literally tossed a plastic bag to some animal choke to death for no reason. You would have said something or done something but before you could even react, Hyunjin jumped out of the boat, diving into the sea and swimming like a torpedo.

The thrash must stay in the thrash! He sneered, shoving the bag into the man’s hands with a scowl as soon as he got back. It was needless o say that it surprised you, yet you felt the admiration growing in your chest. As we were saying… This is not only our home but also of those animals and we’re responsible to keep everything clean and safe for them and for us… We thank you for your collaboration.

Could someone be more perfect?

“We have some fruits for you to eat” Hyunjin said, snapping you away from your thoughts “Do you like watermelon?” He asked, offering a triangular piece for you to take. You gave him a small smile, nodding as you took it from his hands.

“Oh! It’s really sweet!” You arched your brows in surprise “This is really good!” You hummed, eyes sparkling as you took another bite.

“I may have chosen the sweeter one for my favorite traveler” He chuckled, sitting by your side as he ate his own piece “We’re almost arriving at the last stop… I highly recommend you to get into the water this time” He advised, glancing at you “I can help you out if you need to” He offered.

“Unless you carry me in your back, there is no way I’ll survive inside the sea with no ground under my feet” You laughed “The other places I could go to the beach… What will I do in the middle of this bay?” You asked playfully.

“It will be fun! This is the best spot to go! You could go to any other beach” He reasoned “Also, I can wait for you down there to support you in the water! There is no problem” He smiled at you.

Why be so damn cute?

“If you let me die, my family will sue you!” He laughed wholeheartedly at that, nodding.

“Your family can rest peacefully today, you’ll be safe in my arms!” He chuckled, getting up “I have to help the guys out and prepare things for you guys to get in the water… As soon as I can go in, I’ll call you, okay?” You nodded, fighting back a smile as he walked away.

He did just as promised.

As soon as everything was settled down, Hyunjin took your hand in his, guiding you to the ladders. He jumped into the water ─ kinda showing off a little bit ─ waving at you from the water with a huge smile on his face. You took a deep breath, slowly going down the ladder. The closer you got to the deep water, the more you wondered what you were doing with your life.

“That’s okay, I’m right here to catch you” He reassured you, sensing your hesitation. You peeked at him over your shoulder, seeing how he had his arms extended to hold you as soon as you got into the water.

“We’ll die” You cried though you kept going down.

“We’ll be just fine” He chuckled “Trust me, okay?”

As soon as you got into the water, still attached to the ladder as if it could save your whole life, his arms wrapped you up. You yelped as he tugged you off of your safe place, bringing you some feet away from the boat.

“For everything sacred in this world, please let me go back” You hissed, back pressed against his chest and eyes focused on the schooner, wondering why you tried to get into the water in the first place.

“Hey, calm down” He soothed you, squeezing you in a hug and resting his chin on your shoulder “Breathe in” He instructed you, and you complied “Breathe out” He continued, and you did it again.

“Yeah… Yeah, I think that worked” You sighed, a little bit more relieved, “Maybe I could even be alo—“ You interrupted yourself to scream, turning around desperately to wrap his waist with your legs, squirming as you hold him for dear life “Something touched me!” You yelled, trying to check the water to see what had just bickered you.

He didn’t answer you at first.

You glanced at him, noticing the compromising position you put both of us in. He looked down to avoid your chest on his eye level, ears burning in embarrassment as he held you by your sides delicately, unsure of how he should act. You felt your face burning when you noticed how your hands tugged on his hair, body pressed impossibly closer to him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry” You mumbled, loosening your hold.

“It must have been some fish” He muttered, still refusing to look at you.

“Yeah…” You nodded “You guys said that there are tons of fishes here, right?” You asked awkwardly, and he nodded to confirm it “Cool…” You cleared your throat.

He lifted his head, looking into your eyes as he adjusted his hold to your body, eyes wavering as he tried to focus his gaze on you. The moment was a little bit too intimate. You noticed how your legs were still around his waist, bodies pressed against each other, and breaths mingling, warming up your face. You let your eyes wander to his lips before returning your gaze to meet his.

The moment made your stomach flutter.

“Am I… Am I imagining things or…” He cleared his throat “I’m sorry but are you… Can I…” He floundered with his words, too flustered to say whatever he wanted to say.

“Kiss me?” You questioned, and he snapped his eyes to yours again.

“I mean… I shouldn’t have suggested it at all!” He said startled “I’m so sorry, this is so unprofessional! I didn’t mean to—“ You snorted, cupping his cheeks to make him stop talking.

“I want to” You reassured him, staring at his lips “Can I?” You asked unsurely, checking for any signs of hesitancy in his eyes.

“Please” He chuckled, sliding one hand to cup your face as the other one kept supporting your waist.

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

You slammed your lips against his, hands sliding to entangle his neck and play with his hair as you kissed each other. He hummed, hand going to the back of your head to keep you as close as possible to him. The kiss tasted like watermelon ─ sweet and kinda wet and sloppy ─, and you almost couldn’t remember you were in the middle of the sea, on Valentine’s day, kissing a complete stranger.

A charming and sweet stranger, to be fair.

He rested his forehead on yours as soon as the kiss came to an end, breathing heavily and closing his eyes to enjoy the moment for a while. You smirked; twirling his locks on your finger and making him shiver for a second. He opened his eyes, staring at you in complete bliss.

“Wow” He muttered.

“I agree” you chuckled, kissing his cheek before trailing the path to his jaw “Maybe we should repeat it sometime” You suggested, feeling how he tensed as you whispered against his skin.

“You mean like now?” He giggled “Because I’m more than up to it”

“I meant more like a date after the ride ends?” You said unsurely, shyly checking for his reaction.

“I’m more than up to it as well” He smiled, brushing his nose on yours “Not that we need to do only one of those things…” He said suggestively making you chuckle “I kinda want to take advantage of how sweet your lips taste right now… If you’re up to it” He cleared his throat.

“I’m more than up to it” You grinned, pecking his lips.

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crispy-chan · 4 years ago

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Happy Skrrrtday | lee felix

pairing | lee felix x reader genre & warings | bday fluffy blurb, none word count | 842 a/n | hello, just a short little blurb/drabble (idk the difference) for birthdays. i felt a little ✧inspired✧ to write this so I did ;)

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Walking up the steps to your apartment, you wondered if he may have forgotten. It wouldn't come as a surprise to you, since Felix was so forgetful and all, but you couldn't deny that it hurt a bit. Between all the suspicious Fortnite playing, and random texting sprees, which he wouldn't show you who was the recipient of said texts, you thought that he was maybe planning something.

But it seems like you just got your hopes up.

In all honesty, you wouldn't stay angry with him for long, it's just that it would make things undeniably awkward once he realized he missed your birthday. From many conversations you shared, serious or not, it was quite clear that birthdays meant a lot to you.

Whether it was the fact that people didn't argue in front of you on that special day, or because of the constant praise and attention that you secretly craved, birthdays were a big deal for you.

And not only your birthday. You made sure to prepare something special for your close ones too. Last year, you baked Felix his favorite brownies, bought him those expensive brush pens he wanted, and most importantly, when he was approaching the school building, you stuck your head out of the window and yelled: “happy birthday you doofus!”

It was a truly remarkable moment. Also, the thing that made Felix ask you out a week later, but that's not important here.

You unlocked the door to your apartment, sighing at the empty space that welcomed you.

“I guess he really forgot, then,” you muttered under your nose.

And you got your hopes up, thinking that he was simply planning something grandiose. It was a bittersweet feeling when you noticed the post-it note on the fridge.

I'm at Changbin's playing Fortnite. Be back before eight. -- Lix

Seriously. Who even leaves post-it notes these days?

Deciding that taking a walk would be for the best, you threw on your coat and headed to your favorite park. It was your go-to place for when you were stressed or needed to clear your mind

Passing by the trees oddly comforted you as you tried not to think about this birthday fiasco. You couldn't take it to heart, Felix was just a forgetful person, he'll probably be completely devastated once he finds out.

Your eyes were glued to the pavement, avoiding others and furiously blinking in order to avoid crying in public like that. You were in fact so distracted from the outside world, that you didn't notice all the unnatural shuffling that was occurring behind those bushes.

Wiping the stray tear that slid down your cheek, you jumped in surprise.

“Happy skrrrrrrtday!!!”

Your eyes widened in shock as you took in the whole event. The hoots and screams momentarily drowning out of your head.

Behind the bushes, in the small blocked-off-by-trees clearing, stood all your friends, with Felix hanging off a tree, holding up a massive banner that read: Happy birthday in big bold letters. The others threw balloons over your head along with an array of colorful confetti that would be a pain in the ass to get rid of later, but you couldn't care less.

“I-I, I really don't k-know what t-to say, guys,” you fought with the tears that were threatening to come out, “t-thank you.”

Felix jumped off the tree, running to swallow you in the biggest hug as a few sobs escaped your mouth.

“Baby! Is everything alright? Why are you crying?” he asked in panic, hands running up and down your sides to calm you.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just really happy. That's all. I thought you forgot,” you mumbled, face still stuck in his chest.

“Did I do a good job of hiding it?” he questioned, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yes, Lix. I had no idea,” you answered. It wasn't exactly the truth, per se, but you figured you'd let him indulge. Just like you will at this surprise party.

“But tell me...how did you know I was going to come here?”

“Hmm, I don't know,” he shrugged, “I had a feeling. And if it didn't work out, I would have sent Jisung to pretend he lost his keys and needed help or something.”

“Hey!” Jisung yelled. “I heard that.”

“C'mon you lovebirds! You can smooch later. Now let's have the cake,” Seungmin teased, lighting the candles on what looked like the most amazing cake you have ever seen. It had three layers and was decorated with your favorite frosting.

“Felix baked it by the way,” Jeongin said as a matter of factly, “almost burned down the kitchen in the process.”

“Jeongin!” Felix warned, threatening the younger boy with a slight blush due to embarrassment.

“Y/N,” Minho whined, “c'mere so we can finally sing and eat some cake.”

“Coming, coming,” you laughed, making your way to the small foldable table with Felix still clinging to you.

“I have your real present wrapped at home,” he smiled, “it took me almost half an hour to figure out the packaging.”

a/n | heyy guys, hope you enjoyed <3 i'm thinking of writing a oneshot that takes place before this. lmk if you'd be maybe interested ✨

#lee felix #lee felix x reader #lee felix fluff #lee felix blurb #lee felix drabble #birthday scenario #stray kids birthday drabble #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfiction #skz fluff #skz birthday #lee minho #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #crispy chan

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lovelivingmydreams · 4 years ago

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The guy from the foodcourt

So @reddstardust made a few really cool doodles. And one made me want to write this. So show them some love as well! Enjoy!

This is part of this bigger story, first chapter here

Nico groaned in frustration and banged his head on the desk.

There were piles of discarded notes around him. Why was this so hard?

“Okay so change of medium didn’t help,” Félix relented. Nico could hear his creativity was getting frustrated as well, though he was trying to stay positive for his sake.

“All it did was desecrate some poor tree’s memory,” Alejo pointed out in dismay.

“I’ll recycle the paper,” Nico sighed. What to do?

“It’s cramped in here. And too dark,” Alejo complained trying in vain to get comfortable on the windowsill since there was literally nowhere else for him to sit.

He had a point. The window didn’t exactly let in a lot of light and the lightbulb wasn’t helping that much.

“That’s it! A change of scenery! Brilliant idea!” Félix grinned at his opposite/partner in crime.

“Hm… I don’t know about brilliant, but it’s okay,” the darker facet agreed.

Nico nodded. Maybe he could go to the mall…

“Who knows! The people passing by might yield inspiration!” Félix pointed out eagerly.

“But we gotta focus. No side trips, no distractions. We get there, we get inspired, we write the song and we’re out. No shopping. This song has to be done by the end of the week or Diego is going to get mad at me for not keeping you two in check!”

Alejo always turned just a bit darker and scarier when he drew a line in the sand.

Félix put a hand on his heart and raised his other, palm facing Alejo.

“I swear on my spectacular spectacles, my tense friend. No unneeded distractions.”

“By Aphrodite’s hairbrush!” Félix exclaimed, his star shaped frames shifting to hearts.

“Nooo!”

“Just look!”

Nico had just sat down and looked up under ‘mild’ encouragement from his creativity, who also covered his hormones. Well his desire for romance and other… Well desires in general. Success, love, happiness. All that stuff.

Right now his attention, and therefore Nico’s, was drawn by a handsome stranger ordering food at one of the shops in the food court.

“Just look at him! He’s so cute!” Félix gushed. And Nico couldn’t disagree. He was very handsome.

He also looked rather tired.

“We don’t have time for this. Besides he doesn’t look in the mood to be bothered anyway,” Alejo argued, though Nico could hear a bit of doubt. The guy was really cute.

“Maybe bothering him will get him in a better mood? Let’s take a chance, what do you say?”

“We don’t even know if he’s gay!”

Félix clapped in delight right as Alejo groaned at his accidental rhyme.

“No distractions, you promised!” his inner edgelord insisted as the man sat himself down at a table and Nico went back to his blank screen.

“But love!” Félix whined. “Can’t that be the only exception?”

“Not when we have people waiting for a new song! Maybe if we get at least an idea down, then we can think of talking to the guy. If we can find a non-creepy reason to do so.”

Félix groaned but relented his frames going back to star shaped.

“Very well! Brainstorming time!”

Nico wrote down at least a hundred beginnings of ideas already, but most seemed to be at least somewhat related to the cute guy sitting a few tables away.

“Come on royal pain! You are killing me here!”

“Maybe if I could just chance a glance at him? He might be our muse!” Félix pleaded.

“That makes no sense.”

Before the argument could escalate Nico’s food arrived.

He was honestly relieved. He could put the laptop away for a bit and just let his thoughts go free for a moment. Hopefully not drifting towards…

From the corner of his eye he could see the guy get up. Welp that didn’t take long.

“He’s coming over!” Felix declared triumphantly.

“You don’t know that! Don’t get Nico’s hopes up!”

Nico tried to focus on his food, but it was impossible not to sneak a peek as the guy passed by. Oh, he did not mind that view either. “Look away before he sees!” Alejo hissed.

“He looks so fine!”

“He could still be a jerk. Or already dating someone. Or straight!”

“Oh come on Misery Business. There is nothing straight about that guy. My gaydar is on point and he is 99% gay. And if he had a boyfriend, he would be here with him. Or he’d at least be in a better mood,” Félix argued.

“One, you do not have me convinced gaydar is a real thing. Two, there are a ton of situations where he could have a boyfriend while also being here alone and in a bad mood. Having a relationship does not join you at the other person’s hip and it does not get rid of all the bad things in life.”

Alejo had a point there…

“And again, we should try to work on the song!” Another good point.

“Please, my dearest Paramour. One more look.”

Alejo sighed. “Fine! Just one.”

And so Nico looked up and…

“Oh god! Eye contact he caught you!”

“He’s looking back! Maybe he wants you to be looking at him!?”

“Is he looking at us? Maybe there is something behind us?”

Nico looked back, he couldn’t see anything much of note. But when he looked back at the stranger he was no longer looking at him. It was like he never even really noticed him sitting there.

“By the frozen head of Disney!” Félix exclaimed. He was clearly upset. He only made morbid Disney references when he got really down.

Alejo sighed a little relieved, but put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s fine. Let’s finish our meal and maybe we can come up with a song idea? Then after we can try and talk to him?”

“Would you really?” Nico thought it was awesome that his creativity and his anxiety got along so well. They looked out for one another. And pulled pranks on him and his other facets. They were a terrifyingly efficient team.

“Of course. Now what do you say?”

Félix nodded. “Let’s focus.”

And Nico got into the zone. The whole mall seemed to disappear around him except for the food in front of him. He knew he wanted to make something about mental health. He just didn’t know what aspect of it yet.

Then suddenly he heard a loud crashing sound nearby.

He looked up and could only just see a figure in an upturned trashcan.

Poor soul.

“Same,” Alejo smirked as he returned their attention to their work.

But that… Was actually not a bad idea.

“It’s a metaphor for life!” Félix gushed!

“Like how not dealing with an issue head on can cause it to pile up and before you know it bam! Disaster.”

“Are you trying to say something about…”

“Order 96!? Anyone?” Nico’s head snapped to the food stand and then over to the table where the mystery guy had sat earlier.

“Noooo!” Nico shared the musician’s sentiment. The handsome stranger was gone.

“He left without his food?” Alejo frowned. Nico got up and approached the table, indeed, the number 96 was sitting there abandoned and forgotten. He’d missed his chance. Now he’d never know.

“Would bringing him his food be an acceptable excuse to talk to him?” Félix asked desperately.

“Um… Yeah, sure. That’s probably the only reason we can justify chasing him down,” Alejo nodded nervously.

So Nico claimed the food and started walking around hoping to spot.

“Adonis at 8 o’clock!”

Nico’s head snapped in the direction Félix had pointed out and there he was, looking like the day had somehow gotten worse since Nico first noticed him.

Should he…?

Félix looked pleadingly at Alejo who sighed. “Well? Are you waiting for a written invitation or what?”

At that Nico immediately ran up to the guy. “Uh, Hey!” he called out still not sure what he was going to say.

When he came to a stop in front of him he realized that first and foremost he needed to catch his breath. It took him a second, but when he did he righted himself and gave the guy his best smile.

“There you are,” he sighed in relief. “I was afraid you’d left.” And that would’ve blown.

“You almost forgot your food…”

“He’s even cuter up close,” Félix sighed dreamily.

“He’s staring at us like we have two heads. This was a bad idea,” Alejo cringed.

He was staring at him kind of funny. Come on something to talk about… He really whished the guy was wearing a bracelet or anything of note to start a conversation about other than a bag of boiled carrots. And his sad look from earlier.

“Brilliant! Ask about that! Show how caring you are.”

“Well… We don’t have anything better so…”

“You looked really upset so I figured it might be some kind of comfort food or something. You mind kind of telling me about that?”

Please?

Nothing happened. Still staring strangely spooked at him. “Abort mission. I’m sorry Félix but this is not going to end well if we keep pushing!” Alejo rushed.

“Oh, very well. Goodbye handsome stranger,” Félix allowed reluctantly.

“It’s okay!” Nico rushed shoving the bag of food towards the stranger before he could do something to embarrass himself more. “Uh, it’s probably a bit too nosy for me to ask anyway.”

“Uh… Yeah!” The stranger replied, god why did even his voice have to sound so pleasant? And that while he was clearly 100% uncomfortable talking to him.

“Super nosy!! What’s wrong with you…man?” Nico would take offence, but he could see that the stranger was desperate to get out of the situation as fast as possible.

“We made him feel worse,” Alejo sighed guiltily.

“We didn’t mean to!” Félix argued.

“Does the intention matter? Look at him?”

“Ahhh, yeah… sorry about that. Have a good night.”

And so Nico turned around and walked away a little disappointed.

Neither Alejo nor Félix had much to say now, just allowing Nico to feel for a minute. And then he heard shoes squeaking and a voice behind him. “Uh…”

He looked around. The stranger. “Did he change his mind?!” Félix squealed.

“Maybe he just realized he was kind of rude and wanted to say sorry?” Alejo reasoned.

“Hey,” he greeted the stranger expectantly. He still looked really tense.

But now he was at least smiling. And it was a real cute smile.

“Hey…” he waved before showing him the bag of carrots. “Do you want this food? I… don’t.”

“What?” Félix and Alejo chorused confused and Nico couldn’t help but laugh.

“Then why did you buy it?” he asked.

The stranger looked away nervously and rubbed at the back of his head as he stammered trough his reply. Sending Félix into a squealing frenzy. The words cute and precious and all kinds of variations could be heard.

“Oh y-…pah-uh…Well it’s probably… you know, maybe because I was trying to see your backpack…”

Nico blinked confused as Alejo was trying to figure out what was so special about it. “Just ask him!” he eventually hissed as the uncertainty got to him.

“Wh-uh, my backpack?”

The stranger was still avoiding his eyes most of the time, a slight blush showing up on his cheeks.

“Yeah… I-I wanted to see if you had any… pride pins…”

Nico could only half follow the strangers explanation about not wanting to bother him because Félix was screaming and Alejo was screaming.

“Gay! He’s so definitely gay!”

“He wanted to know… He is interested!?”

“Oh gods, oh gods, this is amazing! He is so wonderful and earnest and just look at him he’s so worried he’s being weird! Just aaaah!”

“Which would’ve been amazing because I think you are really… cute.”

And then everything went quiet. Cute… He thinks I am cute…

“Don’t just stand there say something!”

“Oh… my… gosh…”

“Not that!”

“You should’ve just said ‘hi’!”

And the shy hopeful smile he got was just the most beautiful thing in existence.

“Oh-oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I had writers block anyway.”

Alejo gave Félix a playful shove at that.

“Oh! Uh… w-what were you trying to write? Uh, Misterrrr…?”

“Shut up, stop being adorable, my heart cannot take it!” Félix gushed.

Nico laughed. “Mr. Flores. Very formal of you! Uh… You can call me Nico if you’d like.”

The man laughed back, still a little tense but much more at ease than earlier.

“Mr. Sanders! But you can call me Thomas.”

“Thomas,” Félix repeated with a sigh, clearly halfway a plan to write an entire song just around the name alone somehow.

“To answer your question. I was attempting to write a song,” he explained as he led them both to the nearest table. He was planning on staying for quite a bit longer.

“Oh! I like… songs.” Nico smiled a little to himself, he wasn’t looking at him but he could already discern the little mental ‘are you kidding me?’ Thomas was thinking to himself at that answer. Nico, or more specifically Félix, had a suspicion of what he meant.

“He’s an artist too!!!” the master writer exclaimed.

“We don’t know that,” Alejo insisted.

“What’s yours about?”

Ah if only he knew the answer to that. “Uh… I don’t know yet. I- I think I like the idea of someone’s life…” No not quite. “or an aspect of their life feeling like… a trash bin.” Thomas’ face at that wasn’t encouraging, but he wasn’t finished explaining yet so the idea wasn’t a complete loss yet.

“And- and the waste keeps piling… and piling up… until it inevitably… spills out… into the rest of their life.” He smiled at Thomas expectantly, hoping he’d like the idea at least a little.

His face became deadpan though and just as Nico started to worry…

“You saw me knock over that trash can didn’t you?”

Oh, my… “That was you!?”

“We could’ve been his hero?” Félix whined.

“He would not have liked us seeing him like that. Imagine if it were the other way around?”

Félix shivered and nodded in understanding.

As it was the realization that Nico didn’t have a clue until now, and he’d had outed himself as ‘the trash man’ was clearly embarrassing enough on it’s own.

“OH- gosh… yes. Dang it!” he confessed as he hid his face behind his hands.

“Are you okay?” Nico asked earnestly though he couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice or face.

Thomas was laughing as well. “Nothing but a bruised ego,” he assured him.

Félix huffed. Nico knew that to him a bruised ego was a serious condition that should not be glossed over. But Nico kind of liked that Thomas was able to laugh at the situation already.

“Sorry if my song explanation… uh, hit a little too close to home.”

Thomas’ earnest smile melted his heart.

“No, it’s fine. It’s true! I do tend to… waste a lot of opportunities in my life.”

“Was that a pun?” Nico’s facets asked shocked.

“Well,” he smiled as he took the bag of carrots. “Let’s not waste this one,” he suggested.

Next chapter

Nico’s head and heart were buzzing with excitement the whole rest of the day when he came home he threw himself on the couch.

“AAAAAAAH!” Félix and Alejo screamed in jubilation.

“An actor and a singer?” Félix gushed.

“And he has good taste in music and in movies,” Alejo pointed out.

“He did a tour with his own musical! Is he even real?”

“How was he so modest about it?”

“Would it be okay to look him up?” the boisterous facet wondered, phone already in hand.

“Well, he said it was fine if we did… but maybe not right away?” the usually restrained man was vibrating with a mix of happy and scared nerves.

“I need a minute…” Nico sighed dreamily.

“Oh. Of course. We’ll be right here when you need us,” Félix assured him as he and Alejo retreated to the mind to tell the others all the details they might’ve missed.

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viltrumitesuperboy · 5 years ago

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To Be the Best (Draco Malfoy x Male Reader)

Happy Pride Month. Draco Malfoy is gay. Reader’s house can be any because on this blog we support all academically well-performing students regardless of their most prominent traits.

Requested by: anon can i please request draco with a male ravenclaw classmate who always one ups him in all his classes, And draco gets annoyed by him all the time and they eventually start dating or smth?

Word count: 1288

Draco Malfoy was, without doubt, one of the best-performing students in the school. Second only to Hermione Granger, but only a close second. Ever since first year, he and Hermione had been competing for first place, which allowed another student to climb the ranks without their knowledge. Hermione decided she didn't need to be at the top to anyone else's standards and stopped telling people her grades (except her closest friends). She managed to pull out of grades being publicly posted as she requested. She had encouraged you to beat Malfoy, then turned to him and bid him a sarcastic "good luck."

Having little knowledge of the Wizarding world before entering the school, Draco was infuriated knowing that you and a muggleborn witch could beat him in anything magic-related. You were good at flying and played Chaser for your Quidditch house team. Your spellwork was something that Flitwick praised and had you demonstrate. Your duelling skill made you a worthy opponent. Magical creatures warmed up to you easily. Snape even showed the smallest bit of emotion on his face when you perfected potions. Draco suspected you were either that good or you had an unlimited supply of Felix Felicis.

Draco hated that he worked so hard only for his efforts to end in him coming second because you were just better than he was. He learned that you worked just as hard as he did to get better in your studies, and you worked with Hermione sometimes. It angered him to know that he couldn't get help from someone like you did, especially when it was someone born to two Muggle parents. (But he's a prejudiced bastard right now, what can you do?)

You were always a little better than him at what seemed to be everything. He was adept at Occlumency, but that meant he was also kind of shit at emotions. Negative ones came out the most, and he used that to lash out at others. He pushed others away and had no real friends. Naturally, he pushed you away as well even when you tried to be friends with him the first two years of school. He made snide remarks that made you upset.

While he saw Harry Potter as his nemesis (who he was just extremely jealous of because Harry had friends to get into trouble with), he saw you as his academic rival. You were rarely affected by his comments, and you would respond easily depending on how you were feeling that day. He hated it.

"What's your grade for the potions test?" Draco sneered. "Doubt you did better than I did."

"Didn't you get top of the class?" you asked.

"I did, sweetheart," he responded sarcastically.

His head was slightly turned up in an arrogant display, one he learned for many years. He nearly dropped it when he saw that your reaction was averting your eyes and an embarrassed look as you grabbed your stuff and left. You had been holding a hand to your cheek as if you were blushing. Your reaction was almost adorable. He hated that as well.

Later that day, he sat alone in a corridor with his books as the sun began to sink into the horizon. Quiet footsteps became a little less quiet as you neared him.

"Oh, it's you," you chuckled, sounding relieved. "Wasn't sure if it was Peeves again. He's always distracting me from my work."

"Why are you talking to me?" Draco harshly responded, watching you take a seat by a bench across from him.

"We don't have to keep this whole rivalry thing up, you know? Just because we don't agree academically, we can still agree in real life."

"And why would I want to have anything to do with you?"

You were silent, only pulling out your notes as if he hadn't just told you he hated your existence.

"I hoped we could be friends. I know you don't really have many people to talk to. It's not good to keep things in, and I can say that from experience."

Draco let out something between an exhale and a laugh, turning back to the textbook on his lap. After a few moments of silence, he looked up at you.

"Considering you'd probably forget about all this by tomorrow, I want to ask something," he said curtly.

You hummed for him to continue.

"What would you do if you had to choose between your family and everyone else in your life? Your family might be what you know and they're your family, but everyone else in this school has become a part of your life as well. How do you make that choice? I don't want to lose anyone, or what I know of my life here."

You bit your lip in thought, your eyes looking at a torch on the wall.

"I would say consider what's more important to you. Even if one goes to shit, you have to remember that things can change and people do too. Not everyone will forgive you for mistakes you make, but if you can forgive yourself and do better, you can learn to be at peace with yourself."

"Thanks."

"You're not going to listen to me, are you?"

"No."

"Sounds like you."

You both laughed, a comfortable moment.

"Why do you know so much about me?" Draco asked.

"It's hard not to. You make up a lot of my day. I literally cannot get you off my back about school, but I also can't seem to leave you alone either."

He picked up his things and walked across the hall, sitting down next to you on the bench.

"I'm looking at today's transfiguration lesson," he stated clearly.

You pulled out your transfiguration textbook, his demand not going unnoticed. The implication that he would be your friend was as clear as the setting sun.

———

When the grades came out for the next transfiguration test, Professor McGonagall had dismissed you right after distributing the results. Draco was the first out of his seat and he slammed his results on your desk.

"Congratulations," you said. "You finally did better than me in this class."

He mocked you before motioning you to stand up. He helped gather your things as if he were in a rush, but the slight pink hue to his cheeks gave it away. You put everything into your bag and he pulled you along instantly.

"We're going to Hogsmeade," he said.

"We have lunch! We're not allowed to go out until free time! Or the weekend, for that matter."

"It's fine. I spoke to the Headmaster."

"Headmaster Dumbledore? You're sure?"

Draco just rolled his eyes and kept walking with you next to him, his grip on your hand not loosening in the slightest.

"Wait, why?"

"Because Dumbledore said he was tired of us flirting with our stupid rivalry. Frankly, I thought we were competing. But last time I went to the Three Broomsticks, Madam Rosmerta told me that she overheard the Patil twins talking about your crush on me."

"They what?!" you exclaimed, apologising to the first years you spooked.

"Well, if it's true, I managed to get a favour from Dumbledore to let us go on a date. Nothing gets past that old man," he begrudgingly said.

"You owe him something now?"

"He said some weird old man things, but I think he just said that if we stopped dancing around each other, he'd appreciate it."

You hummed in understanding, finally letting him pull you along to the road to Hogsmeade.

"You know you still piss me off, right?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but you piss me off more," you said.

"Look, when I said I wanted a competition, this was not it."

#draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x male reader #x male reader #draco malfoy imagine #male reader #draco malfoy #request

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msoogabooga · 4 years ago

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The Insufferable Tom Riddle- Part II • (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Warnings: Steamy making out, but no actual smut.

Description: Sequel to Part I

A/N: Second and final part.

Waking up on the morning of the study date is the moment where it all hits you. You were about to spend the entire day with Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle. The boy you swore you would hate till the end of the school year. Never did you expect to be in this position, yet here you are, getting ready for a day of tutoring. A very long day.

You don’t know why you decided to wake up extra early today. Or why you decided to pay a bit more attention to your appearance, but it didn’t matter. You couldn’t think straight with the rush of anxiousness rising up in your stomach. As you spray on a slight amount of perfume, you stare at your reflection in the dorm mirror. What are you getting yourself into?

Slinging your bookbag across your shoulders, you head down the stairs from your dorm and out the door of your common room. As you breeze down the corridors, you notice that it is much too early for the study date. Perhaps you were too eager this morning to get this over with. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop by the Great Hall for some coffee. After all, you were quite sluggish this morning and whenever you’re in this state, your patience is very thin. And with a boy like Tom Riddle, patience is key.

A quick coffee run later, you are back on the journey to the library. Though you needed this cup of coffee like you needed to breathe air, you knew that the librarian wouldn’t even let you step foot in the library with it. You sure weren’t in the mood for a scolding so you decide your best bet is chugging it down. Distracted by the coffee and the overwhelming thoughts swirling in your head, you are taken by surprise when you bump into someone. The cup of coffee flies out of your hand and spills directly on this person. Way to go. You sure have done it this time.

Spewing out mumbled apologies, you pick up the now empty coffee cup and turn to face the victim of your morning clumsiness. The cup of coffee doesn’t last two seconds in your hand as you drop it again when you look at an angry Tom Riddle drenched in coffee.

“Oh f- I’m so sorry!” You stammer out. Tom sighs and begins cleaning his ruined blazer jacket. “I didn’t see you- I just- I’m so so sorry!”

“It’s alright.” He says sharply. “It appears someone is eager to start the lesson. You know we aren’t meeting until an hour from now, right?”

“I know I just wanted to get an early start.”

“So you do care about me?” Tom says a bit more smugly now. He removes his blazer and tosses it over his shoulder, revealing a white collared shirt underneath. You avert your gaze to respond to him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Riddle.” You match his smugness. “I am early to everything. I’m only being nice to you because you’ve already suffered enough this morning.”

“Fair enough. Well if you haven’t anything else to do, perhaps we may start early?”

“Alright then.”

The walk to the library was quiet. You weren’t exactly in the mood to converse with him after the coffee incident. Though he insists all is well, you can’t help but feel a tad bit of embarrassment. Watching him hold his stained blazer jacket in his arms isn’t helping the fact either. As usual on weekends, no one was really in the library today. In fact, looking around, there was only one Ravenclaw student there. And he was passed out on a pile of notes. Clearly not going to be an interruption today. You and Tom manage to find a good quiet spot near the back of the library, blocked off by a giant bookshelf. You begin to set up your station, pulling out your copy of Advanced Potion Making.

He takes your book in his hands and begins flipping through the pages. You pull out a chair and take a seat, waiting for him to address you. Tom finds a good stopping point in the book and lays it out in front of him, just barely out of your viewing range. He slides into a chair directly in front of you.

“Alright,” he starts. “I think we should begin with some term memorization. That is the key to getting through these potions. The more practice you get, the more familiar you are with these.” You nod and he begins reading. “A magical potion that makes the taker successful in all their endeavours is?”

“Felix Felices!” You answer with confidence. You remember Slughorn explaining this potion and it was one of your favorites to learn about. Tom smiles.

“Excellent. A potion that makes the drinker quickly fall into a deep but temporary sleep.”

“Sleeping Draught, duh.” This one was a dead giveaway. It’s in the name.

“Looks like you don’t even need the help, huh? Alright let’s see…” Tom begins flipping the pages again. He stops at a page near the end of the book. You try to peak at the page he lands on but he shifts the book closer to him, raising an eyebrow at you. “The world's strongest Love Potion; does not create real love, just powerful obsession.”

Your mind went blank. Love Potion? You don’t ever remember learning about a Love Potion. Not even a slight comment from Slughorn about any sort of Love Potion. You decide to give in on this one. “I’m not sure about that one.”

“Amortentia Potion.” Tom says, plainly. “I suppose we could look into this one a bit more.” Tom stands up and begins walking to your side of the table.

“When did we learn about that one?” You say, still confused as to what he was talking about.

“Last week.” Tom pulls a chair and sits right next to you, book in hand. “He gave a whole lesson about it on Tuesday. We even made some ourselves.”

“Oh, I wasn’t here on Tuesday.” You now remember that on Tuesday you came down with a terrible cold. You spent the whole day in the hospital wing, it was certainly not a good day for your studies.

“Well I can provide a bit more insight.” Tom puts the book down and clears his throat. “It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them. For example, when I made mine it smelled like new parchment, coffee, and… perfume.” Tom gives you a look which can only be surprised as realization. It takes you only a second to remember you had sprayed on perfume this morning. Could it be… no. It is just a coincidence. Loads of girls wear perfume. Surely you’re not the only one. But coffee? Now that has to be more than a coincidence, right? Tom must’ve noticed your surprised reaction because he clears his throat and continues speaking. “So as you see, it is quite an insightful potion.”

“What would mine smell like?” You ask, already knowing what the answer is.

“Well that is up to you to decide. What scent attracts you?”

You clear your throat to speak. Your entire body is shaking, extremely anxious to speak these next few words. “Well, probably worn out books, firewood, and cologne.” The last word came out of instinct as you notice he had worn cologne today. Tom gives you a slight smile, recognizing the smells.

“Good.” He speaks softly. You dare yourself to look into his dark brown eyes once more. His expression has softened now from his normally overconfident one. Almost unsure what to say next.

“Well I guess we should-” Before you could finish that sentence, Tom takes your chin and guides your lips to his. His soft hands cupping your face, brushing your hair back. It takes you a second to realize what is happening, but when you do, you can’t help but give into him. You close your eyes as he pulls you in closer, hands gripping your waist as he slides the chair next to his. The feeling fills up your stomach and heart with a surreal fluttery feeling. His soft lips taste like mint and his hands gently brush your back. Very calming but confident enough to know what he’s doing. You almost don’t realize you shifted onto his chair until he stops and looks at you. His smile, full and genuine, as he looks at you with beaming eyes.

“Well if you insist.” He says as he grabs you by the waist and lifts you up with him. You let out a small gasp as he places you onto the table.

“Tom this is terribly inappropriate!” You whisper-shout. You glance around at the empty tables and shake your head. “We’re in a library!”

“Don’t worry, dear.” Tom says, chuckling lightly. “We’re completely blocked off by the bookshelves. It’s not like we’re doing anything too bad. Unless…”

“No!” You say in shock as you playfully smack his arm. “How crude!”

There is a slight pause until you and Tom burst into light laughter. He takes your face in his hands again and begins kissing you once more. His lips slowly drift from your own this time, inching their way down your neck. You suck in a breath as he begins pecking your neck in light kisses which slowly turn into small bites. His lips remain on your neck for a while, causing you to enjoy it a bit too much. You push him away and you cover your mouth, completely flustered.

“Too much?” Tom asks in genuine concern.

“No- it’s just that- wow. I need a moment.” You slowly glance away from him as your heart continues beating out of your chest.

“Take all the time you need.” Tom goes to sit next to you on the table.

You clear your throat, calming down a bit from your snogging session.“I just didn’t expect you to like me. You know, in that way?”

“Well of course I like you.” He smiles, brushing your hair back. “I’ve been liking you since our fourth year.”

“Really?” You ask. Tom nods. “Well you certainly don’t have the best way of showing it. With you always arguing with me and our, frankly kind of silly, competition.”

“As you can see, expressing emotions is not my strong suit. But I try my best. I was worried I might scare you away. I’m glad I didn’t, hopefully?”

“Well, clearly. So what now?” Tom rests his chin in his hand in ponder. He leaps from the table and stands up once more.

“Meet me by the Great Hall tomorrow at the same time?” Tom asks. “We can have a proper date then. Coffee and all. Hopefully in a cup and not on me this time.”

“No promises.” You laugh. “But yes, I would love to.”

“Alright then. Though, right now a certain someone still needs to pass her potions exam.” He pokes your nose and you smile. “Luckily I’m here to help.”

“Then stop flirting with me and hurry up and help.”

Tom picks up the Advanced Potion Making book once more and opens it up. “It would be my pleasure.”

#tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fic #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle #harry potter

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normal-piece-of-shit · 5 years ago

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Congrats on the 500! Could you do a Daminette 2 were they’ve been rivals but that just how Damian dealt with his crush. Now worried if you don’t want to! Thank you have a good day!

Thanks! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Also, how dare you. How dare you make me like this prompt so much that I end up writing almost 2000 words.

Oh, and I may have changed the dialogue a bit to fit the story? And I also may have lost inspiration towards the end? Sorry!

Hope you enjoy!

Whispers flew around the school gym grounds. Even more so than the usual. Something about a certain cinnamon roll that could light up a whole room? Apparently that cinnamon roll would be with their class for a whole day?

Damian was sure that the Gothamites had finally reached the borders of insanity. Who knew how they survived this far with maniacs on the run every other month?

A cinnamon roll attending their class? And it lighting a room? Within Gotham of all places? Pah! He would have laughed if he hadn't been opposed to the idea of laughing!

His thoughts came to a halt as he heard a small, yet intriguing whisper.

“It's the cinnamon roll.” The person had whispered.

In an instant, hushed silence fell upon his class and heads turned to find the ‘cinnamon roll’. Damian would deny that he had been a part of them in this activity.

There. At the entrance. The sight of the famous ‘cinnamon roll’ left him baffled.

It-It was a person?! And cinnamon roll was used in a metaphorical sense?! The Gothamites still hadn't bordered insanity?! She really did light up a room?!

“DODGEBALL! WE'RE PLAYING DODGEBALL!”

We were what?

He'd spaced out?! He, Damian Wayne, had spaced out?! What had Gotham come to?

“DAMIAN’S THE LEADER OF TEAM 1!”

What?! Just how long had he spaced out?!

He didn't get to learn who the second team's leader was- he wouldn't have cared either way. Soon, he'd been pushed forward to select his teammates.

This could do. His eyes surveyed the crowd, looking for the best. His contemplative gaze rested on the ‘Cinnamon Roll’. She held his gaze fiercely. Hm. The Roll had guts, he’d admit. But no, she wouldn't do well. Too small and fragile.

He gave a small, dismissive shake of the head. The Roll’s eyes narrowed and burned with silent rage, as though she could read his thoughts.

He ignored her, of course.

A few minutes was all they needed. The teams had been formed. Team B were merely puny bugs compared to Team A. All of them seemed to realise that as well.

Well, all but one. The Roll’s glare pierced him no matter where he went. She seemed to be confident in her team's success.

He held back a smirk. The Roll had no idea just what she was getting herself in.

Marinette's teammates shuffled around, uneasy. Uneasy. Almost as if they had already been defeated. That wouldn't do!

No!

She fully intended to destroy that green-eyed, heartless, monster's whole career! And enjoy it at that!

“Listen up, you good for everything folks!” They turned to her. “Don't you despise feeling weak? Don't you want to feel the triumph that comes along when you defeat those that look down on you?!”

Her team looked at each other uncertainly. But not all! Some had contemplative looks. She was getting somewhere with this!

“Do you forget how Royalty should carry themselves?! Rise! I shall lead you to victory! The war shall end with their beheading!”

There was a pause.

“I-” Marinette looked at them nervously. “I was just kidding, of course.” Suspicious glances were thrown her way.

Ignoring the glances, she pointed at one of her teammates.

“You. Felix, Adrien’s cousin who's here for some reason.” She said with narrowed eyes. He grumbled under his breath. “I know you've got some tricks up your sleeve, use them!”

She turned to her other two teammates, one a blonde, long braided female and the other a brunette Male.

“You two, Allegra and Claude.” They stood straight. “You've got charm, distract them with it!” They gave a salute, hiding mischievous smiles.

“Allan! We need your music, make it epic, it'll catch them off guard! Felix will help you do it without getting caught.”

And just like that, she’d finished planning their victory. They wouldn't mind if she laughed an evil laugh would they?

One.

There was only one player left in both teams. Within one minute. AND THAT EPIC BACKGROUND MUSIC KEPT PLAYING.

Damian looked at the tiny Roll. The tiny Roll that had used her teammates unrelated to sports characteristics to defeat almost all of his team.

This was no longer about losing. He knew now. It was war. He'd set off the bomb and now he'd have to turn it off.

The gym grounds were dealt silent. Damian moved. The Roll moved.

The bell rang.

Groans flew from all directions. The Roll came up to him and held out a hand, a pleasant smile that hid silent threats on her face.

“Good game.” She said. “Never think of me as tiny ever again.” She whispered, her threat being loud and clear. He hesitantly shook her hand before giving her a glare.

“Good game.” He grit out. “Your hand is just as tiny as you.” He took his leave.

And as he did so, he'd established one certain thing. They were now, official rivals in all things.

Rivals for a week. That's how long the rivalry lasted.

Yes, Damian did notice their rivalry dissolving gradually. The two of them were seeing less of each other by the day and the dates and sharp jabs thrown were rare. The only thing that caught him off guard, were the new...emotions that came with.

He...He missed their old rivalry. And her sharp jabs. And her smug smirks. And how her tiny nose scrunched when she'd lose. And how her eyes would just shine- so bright when she'd win. And-

He really had to get rid of this new feeling.

Soon.

“-And Marinette will be paired with Damian-” He slammed his head against the desk. The world really was out to get him.

Paired with the demon. Paired with the demon. Paired with the demon. The kind of cute demon. Pairedwiththekindofcutedemon

Wait. No.

Not cute.

Evil.

Get your morals together, Marinette! He is not cute! He called you tiny! He's evil incarnate!

Well, on the bright side, she did miss his intolerable company. With no one to challenge and bring shame upon for losing, her days seemed...boring .

She even missed his remarks of her height! That said a lot.

Now that she thought about it, she even missed his annoying scowl! And how his eyes would twinkle with triumph and his adorable glare!

“We’re going to your place for this project, Tiny Roll.”

She'd even started hallucinating his presence!

The illusion Damian brought up his hand and-

Hit her head lightly.

Oh. It was real.

Damian stood outside the apartment that Tiny Roll had told him to come to.

His hands hovered above the door bell. Why was hesitating? Why wasn't he ringing the bell?

The door opened, revealing a sleepy Marinette.

“Did it have to be at this time of the hour?” She asked the stunned Damian.

“Its 1 pm.” He stated, eyes narrowing. “How did you know I was out here?”

“1 pm is too early during weekends.” She yawned. “Also, I could sense your hate for me from a mile away. You've been talking out loud.” She gestured for him to enter. He moved inside, not a tiny bit ready for what he saw.

Pink.

The whole place was pink. Ok, maybe not entirely. There were white and black too, but so much pink.

“Eh, your eyes will get used to it.”

He turned towards her, for a moment forgetting her presence while he had been lost in the pink.

“I’m making coffee, want some?” She didn't stay for an answer, leaving immediately.

He sat on the sofa. Surrounded with the pink walls. He shuddered at the pink sight.

“You've been quiet.” Marinette said, sounding accusing. “What are you planning?”

He stared at her, contemplating how to explain what he was secretly planning, probably. She raised an eyebrow.

“...I don't hate you.”

Wait, what?

“I think.”

There it was!

She rolled her eyes. Why had that given her momentary relief? “You hesitated. For about 10 minutes too!” She patted his head, “Of course you hate me!”

“I don't hate you!”

“You do!”

“No, I don't!”

They held each others gaze, both too stubborn to back down.

“Prove it.” She said softly. “Prove you don't hate me.”

He stiffened. A contemplative silence fell upon them.

What was taking him so long? He'd been so sure just a second ago! She wanted him to say something! She didn't want to be left alone with her thoughts. Not now. Not when the answer was so obvious. Not when it...hurt so much.

“There's no way I’d hate you.” He said, stepping closer. “No. If I'd hated you, I'd have hated the sight of your smile.” He stopped right in front of her.

Why was her heart beating so fast?

“I'd have hated how your eyes would always shine.”

When did he notice such things? Why did he notice such things?

“I’d have hated seeing you every day.”

And just why did his words make her happy?

“Prove it, you said?” He leaned closer, their faces inches apart, as he brushed aside stray strands of her hair. “I never did back down from your challenges.” He murmured before kissing her-

Cheek.

Oh god. He kissed her cheek. And she let him!

She pushed him away, desperately trying to hide her blush.

“JUST WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?” And who gave you the right to enjoy what he did?

“Well,” He started, having the decency to sound embarrassed. “You did tell me to ‘Prove it’?”

His eyes narrowed.

“Wait. Are you blush-” She didn't let him complete his sentence. She pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“THERE! NOW WE'RE EVEN!”

Both of them blushed so red, you could basically call them tomatoes.

“We...still have to do our project.” She said, her voice tiny.

“Oh. ThE pRojeCt. YeS.” He responded, his voice changing tones every letter. He coughed. “Let's get back to that.”

She nodded, unconsciously noticing that he was relatively small in height.

She hid a grin. Maybe him proving her wrong did have perks other than making her melt into a puddle.

#maribat #daminette #maridami #how did i end up like this #i just realized thst i read the prompt wrong #oh shit #IM SORRY #got carried away #T-T

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x-woozi · 4 years ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything.. else?

Part 17: Family Dinner

Summary: After a very public embarrassing moment, y/n manages to make a few new friends. Though in trying to make those friends there is a bit of a complication in winning over the group.

A/n: Ta-da! I really hope you like it and don’t mind the “feature”(?). Please let me know what you guys think! 😊

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Not having anything else going on you decided you would go over just to make sure Seungmin didn’t get seriously injured. Plus Felix said he was cooking, you didn’t know what, but you were sure it’d be good.

As soon as you reached the front door you could hear the yelling. It was about now when the wise words of Bang Chan came to mind, ‘what have I gotten myself into?’

You kid your hand to knock on the door. There was no answer and the screaming continued. After waiting a little long you tried the bell, still nothing.

Well they knew I was coming right? You thought to yourself reaching for the doorknob. Surprise surprise, it was unlocked.

You let yourself in and attempted to find the main source of the chaos. Peeking around the corner into the kitchen checking for Felix. He was in the middle of swatting Jisungs hand away when he tried to steal a bite. They both looked up when you approached the counter in front of you.

“How bad is it?” You asked, trying to prepare yourself.

“It tastes great!” Jisung smiled but then realized that you weren’t asking about the food. “Oh right, uh I wouldn’t go in there” he motioned to the living room.

“Yeah you’re not going to be happy” Felix added.

“Well now I have to go check” you sighed before making your way to see what was really happening.

They were definitely right, it wasn’t good. Changbin may be shorter than Seungmin but that didn’t stop him from tackling the younger boy and holding him in a headlock. Minho was standing just in front of you watching the two pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Come on Changbin I think he’s done now” Chan called out as he came down the hall. “Oh you really did come over, when did you get here?” He asked you as he sat on the couch. The two boys on the floor got up slowly dusting themselves off.

“Just now. I knocked and rang the bell,” you shot Changbin a glare as you helped Seungmin up. “No one answered so I just opened the door.”

“You just let yourself in?!” Minho asked “how?”

“I did this crazy thing where I used my hand to turn the doorknob and pushed it open” rolling your eyes “I did say I was coming to make sure no one got hurt too bad.”

“I was though” Seungmin coughed out giving Changbin the side eye.

Jeongin rushes into the room “You're here!” Pulling you into a hug.

“I sure am, you little cutie” you smiled poking his cheek.

“Yeah to babysit Changbin” Seungmin teased causing you to immediately nudge him telling him to stop.

“She's not here babysitting me, she's pretending to be your bodyguard.” Changbin countered before walking out of the room.

Me? A bodyguard? pft yeah, okay. You laughed to yourself.

“It’s ready!” Felix called “hurry before Jisung eats anymore!”

With how crazy they were with each other it was a little weird to see them sit together at one table and be somewhat calm. You might not ever get used to it.

Chan sat at one end of the table with Minho on the other. Jeongin, Felix and Jisung took their seats on one side with Seungmin and Hyunjin on the other. There was only one spot empty and you assumed that’s where Changbin would’ve been.

“Are you going to sit?” Jisung questioned.

“I was, but what about-“

“I got another chair” Changbin set it next to the one infront of you closer to Chan “I’ll sit here”

Now sitting between the two that, who since you’ve met them, have been fighting. You can see the evil smirk pulling at Seungmin's lips. The same one that appears right before he says something to Changbin to piss him off again. Before he has the chance to call for more harm to himself you poke his side and shake your head at him, to which he replies to with a disappointed sigh.

“Let’s just have a nice family dinner okay?” Felix said before fully settling to eat.

“So if this is a family dinner does that mean y/n is now a part of the family?” Jeongin asked. “Does that mean you’re replacing Minho as the mom??” His question silenced the table and caused you to choke on the water you were trying to drink.

“I’m not ready to have kids!” You raised your hands in surrender.

Minho looked stunned “why was I the mom?! I could be the dad!”

“No because Chan’s the dad” the youngests statement kind of made sense but it drew everyone’s eyes to Chan when he started choking on his food because of it.

“I didn’t know you were a father Chan” you laughed.

“Well you’re the new addition, and apparently now they’re yours too,” he retorted. “So welcome home honey.”

“This is not a good idea you guys, I am not responsible!” You tried to argue, throwing yourself under the bus, “hello I am a walking hazard!”

Seungmin placed a hand on your shoulder “it’s too late now, you’ve been promoted.”

“Yeah now we all have to pay” Changbin tried to mumble under his breath but you heard and hit his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude.” You cross your arms with a slight pout on your face, “I thought you were supposed to be nice to me now.”

“Alright I’m sorry” he yielded

“Wow see you’re doing great already,” Jisung commented across from you. “He never apologizes to us, even when Chan tries to tell him to.”

“Well that’s because he’s not as tough and scary as me” flexing your nonexistent muscles. There were a few muffled laughs but they all gave you questioning looks.

“Right.. okay no more fake parent talk, let’s just eat” Chan waved his hands dismissing the conversation just wanting to eat the food in front of him before it got cold.

As everyone started eating it got weirdly quiet, though it didn’t last long. Jisung being the adorable foodie he is very loudly yelled, “wow Felix this is great!”

Felix seemed completely done with him for the evening “You already knew that. You were just trying to eat all of it before it was even ready.”

You laughed as you enjoyed the meal, looking around the table. Most of them were just having their own side conversations. It was a nice family type dinner, the only thing seeming out of place was Changbin. Not in the way that he didn’t belong, just that he looked off today, more than normal. Sitting next to him and really looking at him now there was a small, slightly bruised cut just below his right eye.

“Hey what happened?” you asked as you reached up to touch it.

He winced when you made contact and grabbed your hand quickly, placing it on the table, “nothing, don’t worry about it.”

His action forced your eyes to his hand, which was also a little bruised. You picked it up to look at it better, “this doesn’t look like nothing Binnie”

“I said don’t worry about it” he snapped ripping his hand from yours and got up from the table.

All eyes were now on you again when you looked up. No one said anything, they just went back to what they were doing. You leaned over to Chan, “what happened to him?”

He shrugged “He doesn’t really talk about his fights.”

“You don’t worry or want to know?” you questioned.

“I mean he's never seriously hurt. It's always small stuff, so I just kind of let him be. He’ll be fine, just eat.”

You haven’t known him as long so maybe he really was fine, but you couldn't just brush it off or ignore it. Now you were going to worry. One of these days it might not be something small like a couple scrapes and bruises. If there was a chance to maybe help keep him from fighting, well then you were going to try somehow. Obviously no one else was going to talk about it right now. You figured you’d wait to try later, and just enjoy the food for now.

“Oh man I don’t think I can eat anymore,” Chan pushed his plate further from himself. “If I do I might explode.”

“Hmm I don’t know,” you start getting ready to take another bite. “I think I could go for some dessert.”

Jisung popped his head up with wide eyes making you giggle at just how much he really could look like a squirrel when he made that face. “What kind of dessert are we talking about?”

“I was thinking ice cream maybe?” you suggested.

Chan shook his head “You can count me out. I’m too full.”

“Alright I guess I’ll go, you need at least one real adult with you,” Minho spoke up pushing his plate from himself too.

“Umm I am an adult for one, and two what makes you the real adult?” you argued.

Hyunjin asked before Minho could respond, “okay so just me, y/n, Jisung and Minho?”

Jeongin nodded his head, “I’m just going to stay and play some games.”

Felix yawned, “Yeah I’m too tired from slaving away in the kitchen all day.”

“Don’t worry Lix we’ll bring you something back if you want?” Jisung asked.

“Should we ask if Changbin wants to come with us?” You asked remembering the absent member.

“It's probably best to just ask if he wants something on the way back,” Minho suggested.

“Yeah and there’s a place right around the corner so it won’t take that long,” Hyunjin added.

“Alright then let’s go! I am ready for a frozen dessert” clearly you were excited but you weren’t the only one, seeing how quickly Jisung jumped up to grab a jacket and his shoes.

It was a short walk to the ice cream shop and you were thankful for that much. The only issue was the line, it was like everyone in the neighborhood decided to come at the same time.

“Is the line always this long?” you asked, already starting to get impatient.

“Not really,” Hyunjin looked around the shop. “It might be because of the new guy up there.”

“Well that would explain all the customers being girls,” Minho commented trying to look up at the counter.

You tried your best to look past the line to see but couldn’t, “Well on a scale from 1-10?”

“I am not going to rate the guy!” Minho sounded so shocked at your question it made you laugh.

Jisung didn’t sound completely positive when he answered, “a 7 maybe?”

“Nah I’d give him like a 9” Hyunjin commented.

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged in agreement before turning back to you and answering together, “an 8.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll just wait and see for myself. I’m not sure I trust your judgment yet.”

Surprisingly the line moved up fairly quickly and you were able to see more than just the top of his head. You’re eyes widened seeing his face, recognizing him almost immediately. “How could you give him a 7?!” you asked in a whispered yell.

“At least I gave you an answer” Jisung shrugged looking at Minho.

“But he's on the dance team for our school, that automatically bumps him up,” you sighed. “Looks like Hyunjin is the only one I can trust here.”

With that comment Hyunjin did a little dance and sang, “I’m the favorite, I'm the favorite.”

Quickly trying to shush him when the two girls in front you turned to glare at you. Any other time you would’ve simply made a comment so they’d mind their own. At this time you were more worried about getting ice cream from the very attractive guy at the register.

“Look she's denying it, so you can’t be,” Minho teased.

“You’re embarrassing us all,” Jisung added. “Plus if anything I’m the favorite.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny any of this at the moment,” you said staring up at the menu. “because I don’t know what I’m getting and we’re next.”

Minho looked at you confused “This whole time, and you didn’t think about it?”

“I’m going to go with the strawberry cheesecake one,” Jisung was confident in his choice.

“Oh that sounds pretty good,” you commented thinking to get the same thing just as it was your turn to order.

“Hi, what can I get started for you?” The boy flashed a smile making you blush slightly, you moved your eyes down to his name tag.

’Dino’? Like -saur?

“And for the pretty lady?” he asked looking back to you after letting the boys order first since they knew what they wanted for sure and weren’t distracted like you.

“Uh-” You froze. He definitely flirts with all the girls, you told yourself even though it still made your face redden a little more.

“Gross” Hyunjin mumbled with disgust on his face.

Minho put some money on the counter in front of you, “We’re going to go sit down.”

“But-” Jisung tried to protest but was pulled away too quickly.

“So do you know what you want?” he asked again.

You, thinking to yourself, except it wasn’t. You only realized that when you saw the way his eyebrows shot up. “Uh I mean the cheesecake. Strawberry. In a cone.” You sputtered out quickly just trying to move past it. You pushed the money forward, rushed out a thanks and ran to where the boys were sitting. Of course they picked a table where they would be able to witness the whole thing. You could tell they did too, just by the looks on their faces.

“All that, and you didn’t get my change?” Minho asked.

“You didn’t even wait for his response,” Hyunjin laughed.

You rubbed your forehead as you slouched down in the empty chair and sighed, “I know it was bad.”

“Bad?!” Jisung yelled, making you sink even further down to avoid the eyes of the other people in the shop.

“Shhh, you don’t have to yell,” you whispered.

“He asked what you wanted and you responded with ‘you’. Who does that?”

Hyunjin hit his leg, “He’s coming, he's coming.”

A tray was set on the table between you and Minho, “Here’s your ice creams. Oh you forgot your change and receipt.” He made sure to hand the money to Minho but slid the receipt to you with a quick wink before returning to the counter.

“And that worked?!” Jisung asked, again very loudly, looking at the number written on the little paper on the table.

Minho hit the younger boy's arm “this is why no one tells you anything.” To which he responded by crossing his arms and starting to sulk.

“Anyways,” Hyunjin interrupted before they could continue, “do you plan on texting him?”

“I’m not sure yet. Can we just get out of here before I can embarrass myself anymore.”

During that short walk back Jisung continued to tease you about it, while Hyunjin teased him in your defense, “At least she got his number, even though the start was a little rocky” he joked.

“Ok, ok. Look,” you stopped to look at each of them. “When we get there, no one can know how bad that was. Got it, not a word.”

“Han? Keeping a secret?” Minho scoffed, “Good luck with that.”

You turned to him with the biggest puppy dog eyes, “Ji please try, I don’t want all of them to tease me about it too.”

“I will, I promise”

And he did. After you got back the only thing that came up was how you all forgot to bring the rest of the boys something back. No one really said anything about it except Jeongin, but you agreed to take him another time.

Now you just had to go home and decide on if you were actually going to text this Dino guy.

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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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Getting a Roommate (3)

Hi, I’m back~

So I’ve stablished some kind of friendly relationship between Y/N and most of the guys. Next chapter I will probably begin to put some romance

Genre: Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Word Count: ~6,4K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?) [I’m not sure what to warn people about yet kkkkkk]

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

When Felix first asked you how was your new life going, now that you lived with two fuckboys you had to answer “It’s great! They’re just like anyone else out there, but with a very active sexual life” because well… It was the truth.

It was true to your first day there.

Even though Hyunjin was a pain in the ass on the first day, You’ve learned that He wasn’t all that bad, just a little bit… Well, He sucked sometimes, that was it. He got friendly enough, quite funny and overdramatic, but was cocky as hell. You wished you could wipe off the smug grin He has every day, looking at you like you’re a noisy little girl and He was some kind of untouchable hot stuff. Minho was just like the first day: Crude, friendly, and really nice. You didn’t expect to have any problem with him at all.

You should have expected it, though.

On your second day, Minho brought a girl home and you were on the couch, watching TV, like a normal human being. You were in shorts and a loose shirt since it was quite hot, and the girl eyed you like you were some zoo animal and smiled. She pity smiled you. Great! Just what you needed on a Saturday night. You got your cellphone and checked your messages: Not even a single message from Minho saying He would bring a girl tonight.

“Did you know He was bringing anyone home?” You asked when Hyunjin came to the kitchen, pouring some water in the glass.

“Why? Jealous already?” He asked giving you no attention.

Scratch your previous thought, Hyunjin will always be a pain in the ass, period.

“No, you moron” You rolled your eyes “It would be nice to know… I could have dressed better” You shrugged.

“Why? Are you going to fuck her too?” He joked, looking at you. You glared at him but didn’t respond. You could talk to Minho about it later. The later would have to be on the third day, though, because you soon found yourself sleeping on the couch.

Your third day began with a backache.

They could have ordered that damn bed earlier, You thought grumpily.

“Good morning, sunshine” You heard Minho’s voice and you smelled the breakfast He was making, which smelled really good.

“Good morn—“ You started to say, but another voice made their way with yours. A girl's voice. “Oh” You let out when She came into the kitchen. It was pity girl, pitying you all over again. Great!

“Morning, Sir” She grinned and He smiled at that.

“Hey” Hyunjin said coming to the living room and sitting on the couch, looking at your embarrassed self standing beside it. You soon sat down again, looking at the TV. When He offered her breakfast She denied, and you felt relief wash over you. You couldn’t stand her judging look and smug Hyunjin beside you at the same time.

She blinked to Minho, waved at Hyunjin, pitied you again, and was finally gone.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked, moody.

“What are you talking about?” Minho asked, eyeing you.

“Wha r yu talkin’ about?” You mocked him and scoffed “You didn’t warn me you would bring a fuck buddy!” You accused.

“I told Hyunjin to tell you!” Minho defended himself and you glared at him, When He felt you were going to snap, He raised his palm, trying to reason “She was eyeing my phone all night, I couldn’t message you!”

“You would be in your room!” Hyunjin uttered, looking at Minho “Besides, where would you go? You’re sleeping on the couch anyway!” He directed his look at you.

You sighed “Just let me know next time” You asked, tired, and went to the bathroom.

So your morning was tiring, to say the least. You woke up in pain, had to be pitied by someone you didn’t know, and stated Hyunjin was indeed a douche. Things you could easily expect, but you didn’t. When both of them announced they would be bringing someone later, you promptly called Felix.

“Are you free?” You asked hopefully.

“For you? Always” He answered and you smiled.

“You flirty bastard” You laughed “Wanna grab something to eat?”

“Are you even hearing yourself now? Of course I wanna eat!”

“They’re bringing people home and I don’t want to be here at the time” You complained “I only have the couch and the bathroom to stay, Lix” You whined and He laughed at you.

“You should have taken the bed offer, moron” He reminded you.

“I don’t want to sleep on their sex nest” You told him disgusted “But now I kinda wouldn’t mind… My back hurts so much!” You whined again.

“Stop complaining and get over here” He mimicked Scorpion, giggling “I will give you a massage” He promised.

Should you canonize Felix? Probably.

“Oh, god! Did I ever say that I love you?” You asked, emotional and He shrugged it off.

When you arrived at his place, Felix opened the door giving you a bright smile when He saw you had food with you, rushing you inside. The first thing you noticed was the music on the background, something that sounded really cool, whatever it was, and you grinned at Felix.

“Have you finally got good taste in music?” You teased and He scoffed.

“Shut up” He rolled his eyes “It’s 3RACHA” He explained.

“No, actually it’s barbecue” You corrected, showing the sauce and the fried chicken you got for yourselves.

“What? No! Jisung’s and Changbin’s trio. They’re called 3RACHA” He explained again “Their friend is over here, they’re making something new, I guess”

“Why did They call themselves Hot Sauce?” You asked amused.

“That’s because We’re hot, my dear” Jisung answered you, coming to the kitchen and laying on the wall like He was some flirty guy on a movie.

You laughed at that.

“Smooth, real smooth, Han” You mocked and He grinned at you. “That’s not loud at all! If you guys didn’t lie to me I would have stayed here and Felix would be with fuckboys” You whined.

“It’s quite loud, though” He noticed “Fuckboys? What?”

“Just my new roommates” You shrugged ”And good music is never too loud” You corrected him and He blushed, embarrassed

“Oh! thank you!” He uttered hyped “Do you wanna hear our songs?” He asked with shiny eyes, looking like a happy child.

“Hey, back off” Felix joked “She’s my best friend and this is the chicken I can only eat when she join me” He pointed at the food, making you laugh.

“I would love to hear your songs later, Han” You assured, “Let me eat with this starving boy I just found here at your kitchen and I will be there”.

That being said, Han picked up a big bottle and three glasses and went back to where He came from. You and Felix ate together and chatted a little bit, He told you He already knew Han and Changbin from a class they took with him last semester and you told him all about the girl that came last night to your place.

“Well, it’s a pity you were watching TV instead of playing games with me last night” He pointed out and you nudged him “You should see Han and Changbin playing! They suck at it, We can totally beat them up… We should bet food on it” He wondered and you laughed.

“You’re bad!” You poked him “But I’m in! I’m always in for free food”

When you finally decided to check out 3RACHA, you wished you didn’t because standing there with a focused look on his face was Dom boy. You stopped abruptly, making Felix run into you, confused, and of course, the guys heard you two being clumsy. You looked at Chan and blushed, embarrassed, and He blushed too. Awesome. You started to stutter and Felix nudged you, trying to help you.

“I think your friend has the hots for Chan” Changbin stated mockingly and you blushed harder.

“No! That’s not it! I… I… I wasn’t expecting to see him here” You tried to explain, but the guys weren’t buying it.

“Oh… So you know Chan” Han said suggestively.

“Yeah, I… Checked his place yesterday” You said averting your eyes.

That was all it took for Felix connecting the dots. He as your best friend could only yell right beside your ear, making you deaf for a moment, “OH MY GOD! CHAN IS DOM BOY?” He cackled, laughing so hard he was crying.

“FELIX!” You hissed at him, slapping him hard on the chest.

“Ouch!” He whined, but didn’t stop laughing “Oh my… Chan, I can’t believe you asked her if she liked to hear people having sex! Are you nuts?” He mocked.

“You what?!” Han and Changbin asked in chock, looking at their friend.

“How the hell did you get to that?” Changbin asked amused “Hey, I’m Chan! Do you want to be my roommate? Noice! Do you like hearing people having sex?” Changbin copied his accent and Chan nudged him.

“I don’t talk like that!” He whined and sighed “I’m so sorry about that” He apologized.

“No! Don’t be!” You reassured him “You weren’t a creep or anything like that”

“He kinda was” Felix noted and you stepped on his foot “Ouch!”

“Well, at least I’m not the creepy guy…” Chan laughed “I’m Dom boy” He arched a brow at you and you blushed.

“Well, it was better than calling you Daddy” You defended yourself and Felix laughed again.

Chan bit his lip holding up a comment and you snorted.

“You’re dirty!” You accused and He blushed.

“No! I was going to mock you! I didn’t think anything!” He assured and the boys laughed.

“Y/N, you made a good choice not living with him” Han assured you “He’s loud as fuck! I mean… He’s loud as He fuck. We had to kick him out from here! That’s how loud He was”

“I wasn’t being loud!” He protested “Did you hear me?” He challenged.

“Are you kidding me?” Changbin snorted “Do you want me to say the things I heard you saying?! It was like living with a porn star, for lord sakes! You and your companions were loud! Really loud!”

“That bad?” You asked amused.

“Shouldn’t be That good?” He joked smugly and you rolled your eyes.

“See what I’m saying?” Han whined “You did well to go somewhere else! I can’t even believe He can be like this” he pointed all over Chan “When He’s a soft goofball all the time!”

After They got tired of mocking Chan, 3RACHA showed some songs to you and you got pleasantly surprised. Their songs were great! You promised you would see them live and They smiled at you, happily acknowledging you like their fan. Soon You and Felix got to his room and you chatted through the evening, catching up. When it was getting late, 3RACHA stopped their music and Felix finally gave you that massage, you sighed contently while He did it, getting your back revived.

“Holy Shit, Lix!” You moaned, feeling like you just woke up from a good dream “Your hands work magic” You smiled, feeling the happiest you felt this weekend.

“I can’t believe it! Get a room!” Changbin yelled from the corridor and you both cackled.

“We’re already on mine, Binnie” Felix teased and you could hear him groaning.

“Don’t wanna hear you, lovebirds!” Han shot back.

“Maybe Chan wants it!” Felix yelled and you widened your eyes.

“What the fuck?!” You kicked him and Felix laughed.

“I would prefer to join” Chan joked and you whined.

“Don’t give him something to tease me about, for lord sakes!” You pleaded but it was too late, Felix was already on it.

“He’s so into you” Felix stated, grinning.

“No, He’s not” You disagreed “He’s just being friendly”

“Asking to join our imaginary sex? Right” He scoffed.

“He was joking!” You whined, “You were joking about it too, you ass!”

“But I’m your best friend and He’s the Dom guy” He said like you were three and couldn’t understand anything “Chan is pretty cool, I hang out with him last semester… He’s funny, shy, and hot!”

“Do you want me to get his number for you?” You mocked and He slapped your back.

“Stop it! You’re saying this because you want his number” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I have his number! I checked his place out!” You rolled your eyes.

“So text him!”

“I don’t wanna text him!” You whined.

“You need to get laid!” He snorted “You’re whining a lot these days”

“That’s because everything went wrong! I can complain about my life!” You pouted.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about” He nudged you “You live with two fuckboys and you met a dom guy that is into you! You can’t say you don’t have an option”

“I don’t have an option that I want” You reasoned.

“I doubt that” He gave you a knowing smirk “What about sweet boy you couldn’t get as a roommate?”

“Seungmin?” You snorted “He’s not this type of guy” You assured “It would be easier to fuck you”

“You didn’t deny it!” Felix said as if He spotted something “You like Sweet guy!”

“Stop it!” You pushed his shoulder lightly “You’re sounding like my mom!”

When Felix was preparing to tease you about it you guys heard a knock on the door, “We’re going to play some games, do you guys wanna join us?” You heard Chan asking half-yelling from the other side.

“Into you” Felix whispered and you rolled your eyes.

“Please!” You agreed “Get me out of his range, He’s annoying” You said getting up from the bed and opening the door, eyeing Felix with a grimace that made him laugh.

“If I and Y/N win you guys pay the food” Felix announced.

“Deal” Chan scoffed.

Chan shouldn’t have scoffed, because He paid for your food later.

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You wanted to murder Felix, but you couldn’t.

When you picked up your stuff to go back home, He eyed Chan like the little snake he was and “innocently” suggested for him to give you a ride home since it was really dark outside. Bullshit. He always lets you go home by yourself at night! But Chan didn’t know that so He just smiled saying “Sure” dangling his keys.

And that was how you ended up alone in a car with Dom boy.

You tried to stay still on the seat, looking straight ahead, pressing your lips nervously. You started to notice the small things in his car, like the nice smell coming out from somewhere you couldn’t find and how everything was so clean and neat. While you were curiously eyeing his car, your looks met by accident and you found yourselves in an awkward situation. Chan cleared his throat and decided to put some music, a song you recognized to be 3RACHA’s. You hummed the song with him, feeling the silence between you getting uncomfortable.

“You were the first person to show up to be my roommate” He suddenly broke the silence “I was really nervous back then… I hope we can start over” He smiled unsurely and you smiled back.

“Of course” You agreed “I was just surprised… I… Hm… Nobody ever asked me if I wanted to hear them… I mean… Well, yeah” You rumbled and He laughed.

“I suppose I didn’t help it either by telling I wouldn’t mind having sex with you because you were pretty enough and then shading the way you would have wanted it” He laughed and you groaned.

“That was horrible!” You agreed “What the hell was going through your mind, dude?!” You laughed along with him.

That wasn’t enough to clear all the awkwardness but you felt better to be there singing songs with him, talking about useless stuff, and judging his awful Dad jokes. It was better than eyeing around his car in complete silence. When you finally arrived home, you got out of the car and bent down beside the window “Thanks, Dom boy” You smiled teasingly and He groaned.

“Stop calling me that!” He pleaded and you giggled getting to the door “If you want to call me something call me Daddy, babygirl” He flirted playfully and you scoffed.

“You wish, Daddy!” You yelled laughing, opening your building door “Bye, Dom boy” You waved goodbye and He scoffed before yelling back a “bye, babygirl!” waving back and driving away.

When you got on your apartment Minho and Hyunjin were sprawled on the couch in a very suspicious way, looking straight at TV and ignoring you. You noticed Hyunjin was holding the TV control upside-down and you saw Minho resting his hand on his mouth but you had a glimpse of his smirk and you knew you were screwed. You locked the door and arched a brow at them, waiting for them to say whatever they wanted to say, but they stayed quiet. You shrugged it off and made your way to your room to pick up some clothes, but Hyunjin broke the silence.

“Hey, Babyboy, can you give me some water?” He asked and you eyed him.

“Of course, Daddy” Minho agreed and you rolled your eyes.

“You guys are so gossipy!” You accused and they busted out laughing.

“Oh, Daddy! Thank you for giving me a ride” Minho uttered sweetly, intertwining his fingers in front of his face and flicking his eyelashes.

“Hey, babygirl” Hyunjin called you and you looked mindlessly which just made them laugh more “She responds to that!” He grinned “Oh my god… Such a good girl!”

“Fuck off” You scoffed, turning your back to them.

“Such a brat!” Minho yelled and you groaned.

“He’s not my Daddy and I’m not a babygirl” You yelled back “And I’m not a brat!” You added later, picking up your pajamas and going to the bathroom.

When you got out of the bath you put on your pajamas and left the bathroom, hoping the guys would just drop it. You left your clothes in the laundry basket and made your way to your couch. When you got there you heard Hyunjin giggling leaving the kitchen and you rolled your eyes. You would never hear the end of it. You sat on the couch and turned on the TV, hoping for some peace before you slept. Tomorrow you would have classes in the morning and you sighed, tired, you wished you had a good bed right now.

“How is your back?” Minho asked, sitting next to you.

“Pretty good not thanks to you” You reminded and He chuckled.

“Dom boy fixed it for you?” He asked and you groaned.

“Let it go!” You pleaded “But no, my friend did” You answered.

“Oh?” He seemed surprised “I thought you were on a date” He admitted and you snorted. They really thought you had a Daddy, didn’t they? You wondered if you should tease them with it, but decided not to. They would totally embarrass you in front of Chan later.

“No, I was at my friend’s place with his friends” You explained.

“Friends such as Dom boy?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“His name is Chan” You corrected “And yeah, friends as Chan”

“Hmm…” He smirked “Friends as Chan” He mocked you and you slapped him.

“You’re like an annoying brother, for lord sakes!” You whined and He smiled at you. Minho ruffled your hair and you noticed He did it a lot, maybe He adopted you like his little sister, who knows? You sprawled on the couch and smiled at him “Do you wanna watch some horror movies?”

“Are you trying to hit on me?” He joked and you kicked him lightly “Ouch!” He faked-pain, holding his arm as you had just stabbed him.

“You know what, Minho?” You muttered and He eyed you curiously “I’m glad I’m living with you even if you can’t buy a damn bed before announcing a place” that got him laughing and He sprawled on the couch across you, poking your belly with his feet.

“Let’s watch the movie, you clingy fox” He gave you the controller and you giggled “Try not to kick me when you’re scared, I need my balls” He asked and you cackled at that.

“I will let your balls live for today” You assured and started browsing through the channels “Oh my god!” You uttered and He looked at you like you were crazy “Please! Let’s watch Tangled!” You pleaded with puppy eyes.

“I can’t believe it” He rolled his eyes “Do you honestly think I would watch it?” He asked in a serious tone and you dropped your smile, getting back to the channels “Without a damn snack?!” He completed hyped and you kicked him annoyed.

“You son of a bitch! I thought you were movie shaming me!” He laughed and got up, going to the kitchen “Bring me something too” you shot to him.

And that was how you ended up watching Tangled with a fuckboy on a Sunday night, sprawled on the couch and eating potato chips instead of sleeping earlier to wake up feeling rested in the morning. When the movie ended Minho got up, offered his bed again and you denied, thinking about how He brought two girls in two days into that same bed, and you laid down tired, regretting your life choice of watching a movie so late at night.

You hoped your back could handle it for one day and slept through your worries.

When you got up on a Monday morning with two loud boys asking where their pants were and with your back hurting, you figured you shouldn’t hope for impossible things. You got up from your “bed” and sat down a little bit, eyeing them searching for their stuff. That was when you noticed something that shouldn’t be that important but you couldn’t help staring. Both of them were shirtless and were wandering around on their boxers. You choked, coughing, and averting your eyes from them. Well, you certainly had seen shirtless boys before, but these were your friends, on the beach, not your… Fuckable roommates in your living room. You felt your cheeks grow warm at the thought.

“Y/N?” Minho called you concerned “Are you okay? Is your back hurting?” He asked, coming to you. You got up from the couch and looked him straight into his eyes, focused on not looking at his chest. He arched a brow and shook his head confused, asking silently what was up with you. You couldn’t tell him you were flustered because they were shirtless, they would tease you so much about it!

“Yeah, but it’s fine” You smiled politely and He seemed to find it weird “I’m going to dress up”

“No whining?” Hyunjin snorted and looked at you “Daddy really lifted your mood” He teased and you looked at him ready to give him a retort. A retort that died on your throat as Hyunjin was a little bit taller than Minho and your eyes landed right on his collarbone and wandered a little bit down, just for a second, but enough for fuel his smug grin.

“What?!” You asked annoyed, looking at his eyes this time and He grinned teasingly.

“My eyes are up here” He grimaced and you heard Minho’s chuckle.

“Let her go” Minho said holding back his laughter “She never woke up next to two hot stuff like this” He mocked and you groaned, going to your room to get dressed. When you got back they were already dressed as well and Minho was fixing the breakfast. You sat down along with Hyunjin and waited for your food.

You watched Minho scrambling the eggs and saucing it peacefully humming some music only He knew and shaking his butt slightly left and right. You suppressed a smile and looked down, hiding your mouth pretending to look through the messages on your phone. Hyunjin wasn’t hiding his smile though, filming the unaware dancing Minho and you figured that being in the Dance Department was enough to make those silly moves seem more foolish than you thought they were. Minho put the eggs on a plate and picked up three forks as Hyunjin hid his phone and smiled brightly at his friend.

“Finally! I’m starving” He said, picking a fork and starting to eat. You scoffed and picked up a fork for yourself, fighting him on a particularly big piece of egg that ended up on Minho’s fork while He scolded you both for being childish. It felt nice to be there with them, eating and talking. Your old roommate wasn’t so friendly and you had to admit that you always wanted some friendly companion to watch TV and cook, say random stuff while laying down, and play around. Even Hyunjin seemed nicer this morning when He wasn’t being smug about you looking at him earlier.

Minho offered you a ride that you promptly accepted, picking up your stuff and following them to the car.

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Your week was going really well if anybody cared at all.

Even though you were still a little bit flustered every time Hyunjin and Minho walked in only on their boxers, you were beginning to get used to them half-naked in your kitchen. Felix as the great friend He is promised you a back massage every day and made you promise him you would buy him some coffee every day to pay for it. That’s how you began to hang around the Dance department, that was quite far from your building but who cares? And that was how you discovered a coffee shop across the street that was really cute and not so expensive.

“Let’s get you some coffee” You told Felix on Tuesday, the first day of bribery.

The Café was really cute.

The facade was all in glass what made the place really bright, especially with all the plants hanging around and the yellowish walls on the inside. They always had calming music sounding on the background and the smell of coffee was just… Perfect. You liked to stay on the couch, beside the bookshelf, and get your back massage from Felix sitting there sipping your coffee in peace. It was the moment you lived for.

On Wednesday you learned that Jeongin worked there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and you introduced Felix to him. That was the same day you discovered Seungmin also hangout there, just a little bit earlier than you would. You had a break on Wednesdays, so you went earlier to the Coffee shop and waited for Felix there. Every time the bell ringed you looked to see if it was Felix, but then you saw Seungmin coming inside with a bright smile on his face. He waved at Jeongin and looked for a table.

“Not-hag!” He greeted you as soon as he spotted you and you giggled at him “What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for my friend, I’m a little bit earlier and He is a little bit late” You answered and He grinned at you “Do you want to sit with me?” You asked and He nodded, putting his stuff on your side and going to Jeongin to ask his coffee.

“So? Are you in the School of Arts? I never saw you here” He pondered “I’m from the Music department, so I hang out here all the time, I would have remembered you”

“Oh? No, I’m not, but my friend is from Dance Department and He’s doing me a favor so I’m coming here so I can get a massage” You explained and He eyed you weirdly.

“A massage?” He snorted “Why the hell are you coming here for a massage?”

“Because I’m sleeping on the couch” You whined and He scoffed at you “My roommate didn’t plan things out… I’m sleeping on the couch for now, but my bed should be coming this weekend”

“You wish you had stayed with me” He joked and you chuckled.

“Nah!” You shrugged jokingly “I have two hot roommates and a best friend to take care of me… I’m good enough” You teased and He pouted.

“And here I was thinking We had a connection” He mocked you.

You heard the bell again and finally, Felix came into the coffee shop.

“Hey, sorry I’m late” He apologized, walking to you and eyeing the mysterious friend you had. He looked at you searching for any sign of discomfort and you glared at him, expecting him to say something embarrassing like ‘Oh, is that sweet boy?’, instead He took your glare in a completely wrong way and voiced “I’m Felix, her boyfriend” offering his hand for a handshake.

Nice.

“Seungmin! It’s nice to meet you” The boy greeted friendly. Felix’s face brightened up and He shot you a knowing smirk.

“Oh my god, Felix” You sighed “He’s just a friend! Felix thought you were harassing me, I guess” You explained and Seungmin laughed at that.

“I’m her best friend, actually” Felix presented himself again in a much more friendly way “Sorry” He smiled sheepishly.

“I’m glad you’re not her boyfriend” He said and you shot him a bashful look “No! I don’t mean it like that!” He rushed to say, blushing “What I meant is that I thought you were lying to me”

“Sure” Felix scoffed and you glared at him as He mouthed silently a “So into you”.

“Well, I’m better to let you guys do your stuff… Bye, guys” He said, waved to Jeongin and went out.

“So…” Felix grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“You think everyone is into me!” You accused.

“You can’t say He’s not into you! He said He was glad you didn’t have a boyfriend” He uttered and you shrugged it.

“And He said he was just glad I wasn’t lying to him right after that” You reasoned.

“You gotta be kidding me” Felix rolled his eyes “Did you buy that?” He scoffed “That’s why you can’t get a boyfriend! Guys are literally screaming they’re into you and you’re oblivious!”

“Who said I want a boyfriend?” You pouted “Are you trying to get rid of me, Felix?” You joked and He rolled his eyes.

“Shut up” He said, gesturing for you to turn your back for him “Hey, Han said they were going to perform somewhere Friday night. Do you wanna come?” He said while massaging your shoulders.

“Sure! It’s been so long since I have gone out” You agreed, feeling excited to finally have something to look after on a Friday night “Can I crash at your place if my bed don’t arrive until then?”

“Of course!” He agreed “You deserve a good night of sleep after a Friday night”

“Sure as hell I do!” You sighed and He chuckled.

You thought your Friday couldn’t be better.

Hyunjin had his classes canceled in the morning so He was staying at home which meant you had a peaceful ride with Minho. You were hyped about your night, texting Felix about it from time to time, asking if He wanted to come with you or if you’re gonna meet up there which He answered with “I have a friend who will give me a ride, I can ask him to pick you up” so you were beaming. Then the top cherry! Your professor got sick (Not that good to him) and your afternoon classes were canceled!

You were free at midday!

You called Minho asking if He still had classes, which He didn’t since He only had classes till midday on Fridays and you thanked god to giving you a lucky day for once.

You should have known better.

You and Minho got to the elevator, speaking about your luck. You said that maybe even your bed could arrive today and it would be the best day of the month by far! He chuckled at that and said that your life sucked. Rude! But true… You were halfway on the corridor and He said “Shit! My phone” rummaging his pockets and you mocked him.

“Whose life is sucking now?” You smirked and He shot you his middle finger.

Karma is a bitch.

When you got to your door you saw a sign hanging there “Welcome!” and you smiled at this. Hyunjin was being a sweet guy for once? What a surprise! You unlocked the door and opened it with a smile, just to drop your smile the second you laid your eyes on your couch.

A naked girl was riding a naked Hyunjin.

On your couch.

“Holy shit!” You shot surprised, covering your mouth right after.

As soon as you said that their heads snapped at you and Hyunjin let out a “Fuck!” you were not sure if it was horny or an angry one, but the girl was certainly into it because she looked straight into your eyes and came undone, without looking away.

Right. On. Your. Couch.

You slammed the door and looked in Minho’s way, He was looking at you startled and rushed to your side at the same time the elevator arrived at your floor. You stood there, mouth agape and your eyes unfocused. He held your shoulders, concerned, and then looked at the door. The “Welcome!” sign made his eyes light up with comprehension. Then He laughed right on your face, cackled up like a son of a bitch.

“He was on the couch?” He asked, wiping his tears away.

He knew?!

“I can’t believe it! His naked butt was on my couch and you knew it?!” You yelled, which didn’t help Minho to recover from his laughing form “His cheek butt, Minho! My cheek lands on his butt every damn night! I’m sleeping on Hyunjin’s butt! Oh my god! He was naked!” You uttered, dizzy by your thoughts.

“Well, that’s how you have to be to have sex” Minho reasoned.

“Minho” You called him seriously “Do you understand I have been kissing his butt all this time? I could say I had my mouth on his damn ass!” You whined and Minho busted out laughing.

“I wouldn’t say it like this If I were you” He advised.

“Who knows what else He’s been rubbing on the couch?! I may be sleeping on some unknown pussy! Or worse! In his cu-“ You were stopped by the door being unlocked.

“Please, come whine inside, you’re embarrassing me” He asked and you frowned at him.

“Why the hell you’re fucking on my bed?!” You yelled at him, coming inside and being followed by an amused Minho that didn’t care about his phone at the moment.

“That was the couch!” He retorted “And I clean it up after it!” He yelled back.

“Are you kidding me?! You know damn well I’m sleeping on this bloody couch, you son of a bitch!” You urged, enraged, poking his chest.

“I will clean it!” He groaned, mad at your poking.

“That’s not the point!” You groaned “Your ass was right where I lay my face at night, Hyunjin” You whined “Couldn’t you do it on your bed? At least until I get mine?” You couldn’t handle him anymore. You sighed, tired.

“Are you dumb or deaf?” He asked you and you shot him a glare “I said I will clean it up, damn it! Stop being a pain in the ass” He rolled his eyes.

“Minho” You called him and He eyed you, not finding the situation funny anymore “Please hold me” You asked.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Hold me before I lay my hand on his damn face and wipe off his damn smugness from it” Before you could finish, raising your voice by the time, Minho hugged you from your back, holding you still as you tried to kick Hyunjin enraged. “You son of a bitch! And He doesn’t even feel sorry!” You shouted, trying to get away from Minho “Let me go!”

“No, You will punch him” He denied, holding you tighter “Y/N calm down, He really cleans up the stuff, We buy the right products, I swear you weren’t sleeping on his butt”

“And you!” You accused, eyeing Minho as you could “You knew! And you let me sleep on the couch!” You tried to kick back, but Minho turned you around and pinned you against the wall, letting your legs apart, so you couldn’t kick him in the crotch.

“Oh” You heard the girl say, looking at you and Minho “I’m really sorry, sweety, If I knew you were sleeping there I wouldn’t have agreed to it” She said and You stopped for a while, smiling at her.

“Thank you! See? She understands it’s disgusting!” You groaned.

“And you’re more than welcomed to join us next time” She smiled at you and you gulped “You’re so hot and wild”

Oh my god! Hyunjin’s girl were hitting on you!

“I don’t think I would want it” Hyunjin spoke up and the girl arched her brow at him.

“I know few guys that wouldn’t mind” She shrugged him off “Let me know, sweety, Hyunjin has my number. I’m gonna let you fight them now” And then she went away. Just like this.

You calmed down a little bit and looked in Minho’s eyes “Let me go” you asked.

“Are you sure you won’t beat us up?” He asked unsurely and you nodded. When He let you go, you went straitgh to your room in silence, the boys following you and watching you picking some clothes and a bag. You put some other things you thought you may need and Minho frowned at you “Are you leaving?” He asked concerned and you didn’t respond.

“Are you going to leave because I had sex on the couch?” Hyunjin asked perplexed and Minho nudged him, you didn’t respond to him either.

“Hey, Y/N” Minho called you in a calming voice, but you were already zipping your bag and heading towards the door “Y/N, don’t go” He pleaded “Can we talk this through?”

“I’m not leaving, Minho” You stated, unlocking the door “When my bed arrives you can call me and I will be back” And with that being said you closed the door.

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