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seventhcallisto · 1 year ago

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Chapter VIII — "sensitive."

Deep down.

A/n: MDNI!!! MATURE CONTENT! smut under the cut. It's literally pure filth for jongho. There is absolutely no plot in this except for jongho being whipped. It's a lot. Bear with me!!

Toc + cw: semi-hard dom jongho(through the first half)/switch jongho. sub/switchy reader. guided masterbation (f. Receiving) fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (*gasps of false shock*) biting, boob worship, marking, slapping(ONCE), backshots(drink!), tummy bulge...., jonghos' mouth is kinda filthy, jjong has a noona kink low-key. There's a slight breeding kink in there, knotting!! Tugging!!, lots of cum, aftercare, big dick jongho, snuggly jongho, fluff!! Love you's after smex.

pet names/nns: doll, pretty, jagi(ya), noona, c0ck wh0re(once), little/cub (yours). jjongie, jjong, alpha, teddy bear (jongho's). min, (mingi's).

Wc: 8.6k

Jongho has an attitude that's hard to see, a personality that can be hard to grasp. That's what he's heard before, what he's read before- and he finds it accurate. Every time he says that, he remembers all the times you've caught him, as if he shared his feelings on his sleeves. The way your eyes scan him whenever you notice the tiniest detail is off, it's happened a lot.

You'd be kind enough to gift the young alpha a blanket if he seems to be curling in on himself a little more than usual. How you'd slip your hot pack into his palms if you catch him rubbing them together, when you'd make sure he was able to get a word in if his eyes seemed to light up at the topic of conversation, that's when he began yearning for you. Your simple affections had caught the alpha by storm. Taking care of him like you were his noona. It wasn't so simple when his friends began noticing it too.

Commenting on how often the two of you went viral for things that seemed more lovey-dovey than normal. How'd they ask occasionally if he was courting you yet, often in alpha traditions that had been abandoned decades ago. His friends could see jongho being old fashioned. Hell, even he himself could see that he preferred the tradition of courting. Maybe that's why he began doing it oh so subtly. Comforting you when you're nervous. Handing you anything he seems good enough for you. Sharing his clothing.

Buying you things, food, clothing, jewelry. He felt sick to his stomach with anxiety as you opened everything he gave you. Just wishing for your approval.

He had been courting you in his own way, unbeknownst to you and him. But in reality, he knew he was courting you, why else would he stop to look at a matching set of promise rings? He just didn't want to be rejected, so he kept it to himself. Kept his yearning to a minimum. And pretended like his heart didn't race when you called his name.

You had so casually swayed over, taking his hands in your own and spinning back and forth. You circled him as he sang. The caressing of your hands over his shoulders and waist as you leaned into him happily. Bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your group's song playing over the speaker. You all had just won an award. Yet the only thing jongho could keep his eyes on was you bouncing and swaying to the beat over his shoulder. Smiling brightly. Mumbling the lyrics into your mic flawlessly along with him.

Perhaps that's when jongho realized he was in love with you, or that he had known he would never love anyone else like he did you.

You trust jongho to guide you through the door of his shared room. Hands never leaving your hips, sliding down to nudge against the hem of your shorts just on the curve of your back. Strong and heavy and pushing you backwards, a waltz you can't see or predict because he's suffocating you with his tongue, shoving it around your own and swiping up every little noise you let out. Telling you to be quiet, so the other members can't see or hear you two entering their bedroom.

Jongho thought for a minute to take you on the counter in the bathroom, but why do that, when he could have his sheets covered in your scent? It'll give him something to remember. His hands pry the hoodie off, the shirt sticking to your skin, it's tossed somewhere in the room. Once your foot hits the edge of his bed you're falling atop it, splayed out so prettily in a daze for the younger alpha. Your hands reach for him, gripping the end of his shirt as you try to pull him above you.

He's staring and he knows he's staring. Your eyes squint, shyly. “Don't look at me like that” you mumble with your oh so swollen lips, he has a hard time stopping his lip from jolting up into a guilty smile, his hands coming around to grip the edge of the bed next to your thighs. “I'm allowed to stare, you're beautiful” he says honestly with a dreamy sigh, ignoring your protest, he goes on, holding eye contact as he’s leaning over your form with his strong arms that flex against the shirt he wears. He looks you over once for the go ahead, brown eyes caring and attentive. “Hurry jjongie” you huff.

His hands are rough, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one go, fingers digging their way down around the plush of your outer thighs. You whimper when you almost come off the bed, legs falling between jonghos. Again he stares, his hands sliding up to round up your thighs in his thicker hands and part them, your glistening cunt on display from the angle he bends your thighs to the side at. As he does you shift back to scoot up the bed. It's no use cause he holds you there, you're getting shy, legs attempting to close.

“Don't, I want to see you.” His eyes peek up from where you're leaking, his teeth prying his lip to hold back. You shake your head. “Stop staring” you mumble, turning your head away from him and closing your eyes. His hand snakes up your jaw, tugging you back to look at him.

“Show me how you play with yourself” he demands, eyes piercing. Your heart thumps out, jaw falling slack in his grasp. He pries your hand from the sheets of his bed, guiding it up to his lips. He's using his own fingers to guide yours into his own mouth, eyes prying as he gathers the slick on his tongue over your own digits, you let him guide you, a satisfied groan slipping past his lips when your knuckles bump the ridge top of his mouth.

He takes them out not a second after he deems them lubed up enough. His eyes cascade down your body, dipping your fingers along with his, he places them over your cunt, leaving them there for you to go on.

“Show me” his eyebrow shoots up as he demands again, eyes slotting from your flush expression back to the fingers he left over your cunt. He wants a show. And you're gonna give him one. You push them to open your lips, sighing softly. You slip one of your fingers in, then a second one, and pump them slowly. Gathering your palm to rub circles against your neglected clit.

He laughs lightly, it's a teasing sound, one that has you clenching your thighs close. He pulls them open again easily. “Come on doll, you can do better than that” he hums, glancing up at you. His hands come over to press against the curves of your thighs. Lifting you up so he can see you better, it's lewd and an exposing position that has you biting your tongue to hide any embarrassing noises.

He scoffs, using one of his hands to grip your jaw, it's not tight, just enough to get you to part your mouth open. There's a pinch in his eyes, a glint that has you staring back wide eyed. “Don't hide. Let me hear you.” His round eyes are piercing, he thumbs your palm out of the way to circle his thumb against your clit, slow agonizing circles that have you arching up into your own fingers.

“Jjongie-” You gasp when his thumb leaves, eyeing him up as he continues to look down at your cunt. His fingers prod your opening, that's when your jaw falls slack. He's pushing two of his digits in with your own, rubbing against the underside of your knuckles with his wider and heavier fingers.

“I didn't tell you to stop” he mumbles, pushing your thigh up again with his free hand that was just on your jaw. He's still digging his way inside, wiggling you open with little angled thrusts of his fingertips. “Keep going doll, use your fingers” you slowly pump them in again with his command, feeling the underside of his own fingers against your own steadily being slicked up. You feel a bit full with four fingers inside you, reaching for that spot that you can hardly reach.

Jongho seems to understand what you're doing, your own little moans picking up the farther you try to reach. “Mm, can't reach jagi? I'll help you” he shushes you softly. When he starts moving them you whimper, they're pressing down to move past your own, although you've had four cocks that are a thousand times bigger than your fingers, you miss how full you've been. Your stomach turns in knots, trying to reach an orgasm that's not gonna come without jonghos help.

You're slipping your fingers slightly out of your walls before you can even realize why. Jongho stops moving, gripping your wrist with his hand that's halfway buried inside you, stilling your fingers from coming out any more. “Where do you think you're going?” He scoffs, eyeing you as if you had the nerve to even pull yourself out. “Jongho-” You hiccup when he bottoms his fingers inside you, pistoning them to the hilt, a steady rhythm he begins setting himself as he grinds them over your other fingers. His free thumb digging into your clit.

“You don't listen,” he sighs, falsely upset. “Need me to do it all by myself” he whines into his words quietly. Thick thighs coming up to part your thigh over his lap. You twitch as he catches speed, free fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling them in and out with his own, getting you to open up. Your walls clench and unclench in a rhythm. When jonghos thumb drives your clit up and down in faster circular movements your face scrunches up.

He's got his fingers so deep in you, digging your own so deep in with his. Dragging them in and out and trying to pry for your g-spot. He reaches it easily with his own, feeling you jolt when he prods the spot.

“there it is, that wasn't so hard” he coos. You're gasping as he bullies the spot, fingertips prodding it for reactions. Your thighs are clenching hard, twitching at the stimulus.

“jongho m-” your orgasm washes over quickly, legs attempting to close because it's too much. He keeps his bullying pace, digging his fingers in to stretch your orgasm until the last drop.

You're panting as he finishes and pulls his fingers out with yours, gasps falling off the tip of your tongue. That was almost world shattering, he was rough- not like you didn't enjoy it, but the slapping of his palm against your sensitive cunt left you feeling tingly.

“What do you say, pretty?” he places your fingertips on his tongue, sucking your juices off. He hums when he takes them out, kissing up your stomach to where your shirt has ridden up. You wiggle, panting gently into the air. He wants you to thank him for your orgasm. It's authoritative- yet you like it.

“Thank you”

He hums against your skin. “You're so welcome little cub” he says with such fondness the tone behind it doesn't catch your ears. He's lifting his fingers under your shirt, kissing the skin as it becomes more revealed the more he pulls it up. It's agonizingly slow. Taking his time with you. Memorizing your skin against his lips. The bottom stops just short of the roundness of your breasts.

He kisses the plumpness of them from where they pool out, teeth nibbling on them the next second. You audibly jolt, gasping lightly. Your hands move to thread through his hair. Tugging on the soft strands. He seems to grow impatient, cause in the next second he's hiking your legs up his waist and pushing you further up the bed. Helping you remove wooyoung's shirt.

Jonghos plump lips still remain glued to your chest, kissing around your prickling skin, against the hardening expansions of your nipples. He's using both of his hands to grip them, the fat pooling between his thick fingers.

You can make out the pattern of his lips following the shape of a heart, he takes the nub of your hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging. You bite your lip, crying behind a whine. You squeeze him tighter, grinding up into his sweats over his stomach. He hums back, gravelly and heavy, glancing up to look you in the eyes. He pays equal attention to both of them. Rolling them in his hands. Warm and hot at the same time.

“Jongho” you pout “need you” he pops off your nipple with a smile, kissing the irritated skin. “Where?” He asks, kissing up to your neck, in search of the spot that has you clenching. He'll leave a mark, only cause he knows you don't have any activities soon. And because he can't help it. He wants to mark you as his- as theirs. To tell anyone else to fuck off. Just to fulfill that urge to be possessive of you.

You pout despite knowing he can't see it. “Inside” you mumble quietly. Jongho seems to catch it, head placed right on the swell of where your neck meets your shoulder. Breathing against your skin as his fingers rake up the length of your body. Mapping out every inch of you. He slides them down to your hips, sitting up quickly. You're being flipped over before you can gasp, jongho using his strength to move you.

“inside right?” He leans over you, breathing against your head propped up on his pillow. His erection skims the plump of your ass, making you lean into him. It's all jongho in his bed. Laundry, florals, all consuming. You dig your face into it some more. “Yes” you wiggle your hips to caress against his bulge. Teasingly so. He curses under his breath. Jongho works behind you, stripping off his shirt and sweats in an array of fabric noises. If you could peek, you would. But he's already lifting your hips up to slot a pillow under your pelvis, making you more leveled with him.

You know exactly what he's doing, teasing you by staying out of view. You whimper when his hands spread your cheeks open. It's like his eyes leave a trail of heat on you.

“Been wanting to do this since you put on that show earlier” he scoffs, edging into a smile. The slick of his cock tip digging into the underside of your cunt makes you clench, he's gathering your slick to rub it along his length. He must be referring to when you lightly grazed your legs on the inner side of his thighs.

“You're so sensitive” you mumble through the haze, jongho stops, and maybe then you realize you're actually talking back. “Say that again doll,” jongho encourages, hands grasping your thighs right under the swell of your ass. There's a tone there. He squeezes tightly. “i- I didn't mean it-” you wiggle, wishing for that added pressure of his cock again. He smacks your cheek once, the flesh stinging. You yelp into the pillow placed under your head.

“Sure you didn't? Huh?” He's mean, mumbling into his words as he pulls his dick between your lips again, poking and prodding your hole with tiny gasp and a drawn out groan. “sensitive,” he repeats what you say.

“We'll see who's sensitive.” there's no build up to the way jongho flattens his hips against your ass or the way his cock slides in easily, you're soaked, his pillow too. You gasp at the complete size of him, clawing up on the pillow as if it's going to save you from sinking further as jongho pushes his full length in. His groan is cut off, head falling into your shoulder as he props himself above your back.

He digs his free hand that's not holding him up to under you, sliding it down to press against your stomach. You choke as he presses down on his bulge, there's an indention from his cock nestled against your walls.

“Feel that?” He breathily says, pulling out til the tip of him sticks in, you whine at the loss, loosing his wide length as he goes. It's not long he's gone, hand still over the spot he once was at before he's plowing back into you. Hips snapping. “That's how deep I am” he groans when his tip prods his palm.

You flutter, chest heaving as you throw your hips back to meet the hard and bruising pase jongho is setting. He knows his own strength, he has his own self control. Somehow he isn't using all of it to rearrange your guts. “So tight, already had four cocks- and you're still this tight?” He grumbles. Lips falling over your ear, your head digs down, gasps and moans that get cut off cause of every slap of jonghos hips.

It's loud, it's sticky, and your slick is already coating jonghos dick and thighs.

“You're so messy” he sits up to gaze down at your cunt, using your back as leverage to lean his wide palm. Your hips meet every thrust of his, guiding him in easily.

You're clenching around him, whimpering into the pillow. “I bet you get off on this noona, having all your members plow their way into you. You're our cock whore now, yeah?” his eyes never part from your wet core. He's scoffing when you squeeze, clearly enjoying his words. You can't even respond, already too lost in jongho to think.

“You do” he hums, groaning shamelessly into the back of his palm as it comes around to cover his mouth. He's so loud already, he really can't control it. Attempting to bite back every groan that slips, “bet they enjoy it just as much as you do.” he leans over, squishing you completely with his body weight, the angle is harder to move in, so instead you just let jongho use you.

“gonna take you every rut and use you, just like this” jonghos fantasies are seeping into every word. Who knows where these new feelings came from, or the way he's bullying you as his cock gives you exactly what you want.

“shit- keep you so full.” There's a louder breathier moan that comes from his mouth, when he completely digs his dick back in, bottoming out every thrust. His hands come around to the sides of you, knees planted firmly on each outer side of your thigh. Heavy and rutting up every time he thrusts forward.

You can feel his skin scrape against your own, warm and new, skin that you haven't ever felt before from jongho. “Want to-” you moan quietly, “see you” you whine when he pulls out, length taken away and leaving you alone without him to fill you.

You're flipped back over onto your side as jongho comes behind you, spreading your thigh over his hip. He kisses your shoulder as he lines himself up again, throbbing against his fingers as he guides it in. You sigh as you're filled again. Head falling against his chest, just under his chin. He grabs the leg on your hip and widens you further, scrunching your leg up under his strong arm.

“Can't- jongho- alpha-” You whimper at the stretch in your muscles. “I need to be able to reach you jagi” he sighs, groaning through his words. His palm falls over your stomach again where the dent of him lies inside. His thrusts are slower this time, no doubt trying to hold off his orgasm. You're already so close to your own, even before he pulled himself out.

With every hard twitch of his thighs, he's slipping in and out of you. A heavy thump as he hits your cervix at the perfect angle. You gasp every time, tingling building up in your gut. You reach your arm behind you to hold him, threading it into the back of his head where his soft hair is. “Want you to cum, you got too.” he whimpers, the first time he has, just as your eyes take over his. Warm and lustful and round, more softer than they were minutes ago. The sight is peeling an orgasm out of you that has you shaking in jonghos grasps.

Jaw falling open. Jongho takes it as his opportunity to cut you off with a sloppy kiss, his heavy rhythm picking up. Both of his hands come around to grip the bulge of your stomach, dropping your thigh back over his hip. “Just like that- ah. fuck.” He curses quietly, thrusts slowing and becoming sloppy, he bottoms completely inside you. Knot swelling and keeping you close, jongho pulses inside you, hard. His head falling against the pillow next to you when his eyebrows scrunch and his own jaw falls slack. A shuddered gasp pulling from his throat.

A lot of his cum pools deep in you, even so much as spilling out around jonghos knot, you shudder at the warmth, hot and thick and consuming your insides with just jongho.

You grasp for his hand as you come down with him, he reaches back out, smoothing his palm over your tummy and gathering your fingers between his own. Adoring eyes scanning your features, your face shows no discomfort, just sleepiness. It's quite often you get tired after sex, and just like jongho everyone has noticed this. “Are you tired?” Jongho asks with a quiet sigh, planting a kiss on your temple. He's kept himself up, front pressed to your back so you can remain close.

You shake your head. “‘m comfortable, I like being full” you almost purr. Lost in your own afterglow. The younger alpha digs his nose into your shoulder; breathing in your scent as he looks across your body. Hickeys and bite marks align your neck, reaching your most sacred primal spot. They trail all the way down your breasts like patches of butterflies, stopping just below the bottom most round spot of your breasts. Your stomach is completely untouched, left to look round and untainted.

Jongho internally laughs, as if the spot were to be filled. Left untainted so it could be full of pups and cum, their pups. And their cum.

His hips jolt forward. You jump too. Jongho shushes you, softly apologizing. “Sorry, can't help it” he whimpers softly, head digging into your shoulder to calm himself. You press back against him, already asking for more softly. “jongho” you preen when the alpha kisses your neck, head pulling to the side. When you clench his hand over your stomach, jongho feels you flutter around him. A shudder sigh being pulled out of his lungs. “m- please, please move jjongie. Need more” you whimper, already swinging your hips back into him.

He shudders, head pulling out of your neck to look at you, gripping your hips. “You have all of me, pretty, i'm already so deep,” he builds a slow thrust, knot still pulling against you, your breath hiccups at the stretch when he pulls too far out, threatening to take his knot with him. He never does though, pulling it all the way back in, but only slightly out as he slowly works his cock in and out of you. Gradually bringing you two to that edge, even if your thighs are shaking from overstimulation.

You fall halfway over onto your stomach to hide your face into the pillows, jaw falling slack in a silent whine. You're so close, just barely any friction on jonghos part and you're already gonna cum. jongho follows you body with his own, leaning onto his knee to prop himself back over you, gasping short as you spasm around his cock. “jjongie- just like that- gonna cum” you warn him, he hums, strangled as he bottoms completely in you in another heavy thrust. The squelch of your already mixture of cum creating sticky sounds against your bodies. Jonghos eyes cloud over as he stares. It's a sight he prefers over everything else, your slick and his cum is gathering along his length and over your pussy, every time he pulls out more comes with him.

He audibly whimpers when you squeeze him again, overstimulating himself, his knot is not helping. It's painful but it's so good. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “I'm gonna cum- You're gonna take all of it right?- ah. mm.” he bites on his lips to stiff any moans. “Cumming- ah- jongho” you gasp with a call of his name, fingers straining against his sheets. In the midst of going through it, you're flipped back into your side as jongho drapes himself completely over you, pushing your hips as he bends down to bite on your collarbone. Teeth digging deep, his hand once holding him up pulls your face into his neck, signaling you to do the same.

You tremble as you flutter around his cock, overstimulated in the best way. Your bite is wide, positioned a bit too close to a spot he can't hide well. Oh well. Hoodies and crewnecks it is. Jongho cums quickly after a few more shallow thrusts with your name falling off his tongue. Cum painting your walls in more of his scent, it gathers and works to push around his knot, pooling under your pelvis and ruining the sheet. He whimpers into your skin, pulling his teeth back enough to kiss the quickly bruising and deep spot, shallow thrusts as he guides you both through the aftermath.

You tap out quickly after, pushing against his hips as best you can. “too much-” you whimper, panting, jongho sighs as he falls on top of you. Clearly hoping you'd say that. His hands landing on either side to support himself up so he isn't squishing you, breathing harshly against your back. He swallows heavily.

“who's sensitive now”

You laugh lightly, tilting your head up so you can look at him, his boba eyes are endearing, forehead shiny with sweat. “shut up” your hand snakes around his neck, pulling him back in for a sweet kiss. A loving peck that lasts a second of comfort before you're falling back into the pillow, completely lost of strength. Jongho levels down with you, attempting to hold himself up. He's trying. It's not working well, his limbs are slowly becoming jelly.

“Move over” he asks with a kiss on your neck, eyes never leaving your lax face, you peek your eyes open and sigh, struggling to turn in his grasp, you both struggle for a solid second, attempting to rearrange your limbs without hurting the knot tied between you two. You both just end up sideways, facing each other in a mix of limbs. You're able to actually see jongho and all his beauty, he hides all of that under clothing, yet maybe you want him too. He's built like a god. You might actually get too distracted by him (more than you already do) if he were to wear anything more revealing than what he already wears.

“Remind me to take a picture next time” you joke, finger running along his bicep, memorizing the relaxed muscles under his skin and the way the muscles gather shadows. Jongho laughs lightly, eyes heavy with sleep. He watches you watch him, like he always has. Unbeknownst to you. You're his moon and stars. The prettiest thing in the world to him- most perfect too. You don't have to be actually perfect; he loves you as you are. His noona, his member, and his hard working friend. Friend isn't even the right word for jongho to describe your relationship. It's more so.. much more than that. It's a lot words can't describe.

His arm is curled under his head against his own pillow, his other hand reaching to pick up a piece of your hair and stroke it behind your ear. His thumb rubbing against your cheek. His gummy grin is nothing short of beautiful in your eyes when you make eye contact. Jongho has never been one for touch, but being mere inches apart; completely revealed to each other, you can't help but want to hold him like the big bear he is. Run your hands through his hair and kiss around his face until he's red.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks so quietly, you find it hard to believe he even did. You smile, nodding eagerly and shuffling into his embrace some more, hands enrapturing his neck to bring him in. He holds your face with his heavy palm, leaning down to passionately take your bottom lip between his. A slow sinatra that tells him exactly what he wanted to know and you the same. Both of your eyes close as you bask in each other's lips.

He pulls away with an extra breath against your lips, his hand falling away to rub against your shoulder. Soothing it in circles. Your own hands rubbing his neck, thumbing over the mole that you love to stare at. You lean up to kiss it softly, nuzzling your face under his chin affectionately. He lets you despite the racing of his heart, despite you being able to pull away and leave if you want. If you both want. His knot is gone but you're still with him.

The tissues on jonghos nightstand are soft enough to use to clean up, they're of great quality. He gently prys it from your hand as you reach for them and sits up to smooth it over your thighs, gathering yours and his fluids. He's a lot quicker than you're used to, a little rough as he swipes it over your still sensitive and soiled hole. You groan and he apologizes under his breath, tossing the last of it away after cleaning himself off, only the most soaked spots though. He grabs his sweats and shoves them on as he gets up.

He doesn't go far, the trash can by his bedside table is conventional. He takes your face in his hands when he leans over and kisses you deeply, just once before he's getting up and quickly gathering clothes from his drawer. His round eyes every so often flickering to you, as if you'll run away. As if you can. You laugh lightly at the thought, tucking yourself against his bed and pillows. You curl up with one of them, sighing heavily, avoiding the wet patch on jonghos bed.

Speaking of wet patch, jongho comes back with a pair of shorts and a tee on, you miss the skin, but his comfort is most important. He kisses your head when he leans over, hand placed over your back. He's touchy, so touchy. You love it, yet you're scared it'll only last so long. Scared of reciprocating it too much or else he'll flee.

“Look at me” jongho calls your name, interrupting your inner thoughts. You hum as you turn to your side. Jonghos palm falling across your cheek to turn your head towards him. “What's wrong?” Are you that obvious? You sigh “i- I'm just kinda, scared i'll touch you wrong” well. That's not exactly what you meant to say, but it's good enough. Jonghos eyebrows furrow. “Oh, jagi” he laughs at you softly, you go to turn away, suddenly embarrassed. “We just had sex and you're worried about touching me?” jongho voices his thoughts, head falling over your shoulder as he continues to giggle. “Nevermind,” you mumble, attempting to turn away in his grasp.

Jongho smooths his palm against your tummy, turning you back over to face him. “You can touch me, anytime” he responds softly. “Just be careful, we're still idols,” he jokes. You shake your head. “You're unbearable” you pout. “I know cub, but I'm not the one getting shy over touching” he slides in next to you, smiling wide. Eyes scrunching. Picture perfect as usual. His brown hair is hardly a mess, his cream shirt hugs him just right, and his shorts are gathering his thighs up under the loose fabric. He's pulling you gently up by the shoulders to slip his shirt over you now. At a loss for some bottoms.

You really could care less about going without underwear when jonghos shirt is practically a nightgown. The dark fabric makes you look genuinely tiny. You smooth your hand over the fabric when jongho manages to pull a towel out of his dirty laundry, shoving it onto the wet spot. “Where's that towel from?” You scrunch your nose at him. “Brought it back from the gym”

That explains the heavy odor of sweat.

You chuckle, pulling your hair out of the collar of the shirt. “So manly” you hum teasingly. Jongho rolled his eyes, caging himself against your back when he went to lay down on the pillow next to you. “You like it though, I saw you staring” you turn, he's hiding his face smugly in the pillow. “Jongho” you huff, a loss for words. “I don't stare” you mumble, slinking down to lay face to face with him. He shakes his head with a smile and laugh, smoothing his hand over your back once again. “You so do,” he hums. “I do too,” he goes on to admit. You grin cheekily. “Really? How often? When?” You encourage, hoping to get him to start turning red. He's slowly getting there, eyes scrunching closed.

“All the time, when you can't see” he says with a heavy breath, his body relaxing as he admits to it. You smile gently at the confession. “I do too” he laughs lightly at your words, eyes peeking open. “I know you do, you're not very good at hiding it” he bites his swollen lip before he continues, eyes raking over your comfortable figure. “you just can't help yourself can you?” He teases.

You shake your head. “Not when it's you” your finger trails up his neck, pushing on his lips. He parts them for you, kissing the tip of the digit. You sigh. He's so pretty. Your thighs clench. “Jjongie” you call his name softly, eyes glancing over his figure as you struggle to sit up, facing him fully. “Yes?” He quietly responds, hands falling to follow you. “Can you give me one more? Just one? Please” you whisper, head falling to his jaw and sucking the skin there in a sticky kiss.

Jongho moans silently, jaw falling open, he moves to your whim. Holding your hips as you lean over him. You take the opportunity to kiss his mole and neck, trailing down to litter tiny hickeys around the bite you left. Marking him some more. Sucking and teasing the skin. He's breathy, head pulled to the side to let you. You're maneuvering to lay on top of him. Straddling his hips.

“Can i jjongie?” You reach for the hem of his shirt, he's nodding, way too quickly for his liking but he doesn't care, already pressing his shorts against your thigh so he has some relief from the growth in them. You help him work it off his head, he lands against the pillow. He sighs as you stare down at him. Lips pursing when your tongue sticks out to wet them. Jongho rolls his hips against you, cursing the fabric of his pants for being the only separation.

You're peeling your shirt off next, jongho helping you do so. Finally, he's taking time to feel you up, whenever his greedy hands can reach. His tough hands kneading the flesh of your breasts, his thumb rolls over your nipple. You buck, moaning his name quietly, he eagerly responds with his own breathy moan. Leaning up to ask for a kiss, his head falls back down when you smash your lips onto his, suffocating his groans in your mouth. You swirl your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his covered cock.

Jonghos face scrunches, jaw falling slack- completely open as he leans his head against the pillow. “Can't wait noona” he mumbles, reaching down to unhook his sweat strings. You help him, tugging down his shorts the rest of the way. Your hips wiggle in anticipation.

Jonghos dick is flush and red from the strain, bobbing against his lower stomach with need. He grips it, stroking it once to satisfy the ache if only for a second. You grip his hand, grabbing it with your own and squeezing. A whimpered gasp falling off his tongue. He calls your name. “I'm gonna put you inside now jjongie- gonna make us feel so-so good” you whimper at your own words, lining up the tip of him to your hole. He stutters up, holding your waist.

“no prep?” his eyes widened in concern. You kiss his face softly, thumbing over the slit of his tip. He whines softly, eyes fluttering. “Don't need it,, just need you” you whisper against his lips, toying with him. Your head falls over his as you sink your hips down. There's a slow stretch and you're stopping when he's hardly inside. He whimpers, resisting the urge to buck into you. To get himself fully inside your hot walls and paint you again with his cum and scent.

“Told you-” he gasps when your hips sink down a bit more, clenching and tensing around him. “You needed prep,” he cuts himself off, guiding his hands against your waist. You huff, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slack. “s’ too big jjong” you rock your hips, guiding yourself forward and breathing through the stretch. Jongho doesn't comment on the pride he feels or the smug feeling he gets hearing that from you. He helps as much as he can, breathing with you and stilling. His eyes lock with yours when his thumb smooths down over your stomach to circle your clit.

You try your hardest not to move, whimpering. You're seeping along his length, trying to draw him in with pulses of your cunt. “Stop squeezing me- oh. Shi-” he covers his noises by biting his bottom lip. “Gonna cum if you keep doing that” he looks back down at where he stretches you out. Rocking you slowly, back and forth to sink further, you fall down the rest of the way on your own. Gasping loudly when he bottoms out completely. You fall over his chest, grasping along his length as you dig your head down into his neck. Jongho kisses your neck, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“too tight- ‘m moving? Okay? Gonna help you” he swirls your hips forward, gasping along with you. His hands capture your thighs, just under your hips to dig his blunt fingernails into you. He keeps the momentum until you're slightly lifting your hips up and dropping them onto him. The squelch makes jong buck, digging his length up to meet you. You moan his name next to his ear, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

His heels dig into the bed every time he thrusts up, rolling his hips with yours, there a pace you two are setting, sloppy. Just trying to get each other off quickly. His hand comes forward to circle your clit from between the both of you, dragging your ass up with his free hand to plant back onto his own thrusts. It's so short, cause you're already spasming around his cock. Crying at the wave of your orgasm already creeping up on you.

“Jongho-! JJongie gonna cum too quick-” you cry against his skin. He digs his fingers, all the more reason to continue his assault on your clit. “Just let go cub, I'm- mm- cum with you” he breathes out quickly, head thrown back in pleasure. His thighs shaking, he's so close, closer than you are, he's been holding it back the entire time.

You curl forward with a cry of his name, sobbing against his shoulder in ecstacy. Your thighs clench around his hips and waist roughly, trembling. Jongho grunts and moans as he stills inside you, rolling your hips back down onto him one last time to get himself all the way inside. His knot pops in the most gratifying way, sticking deep inside you whilst his load covers your womb. His neck is covered in sweat and so are your thighs. Everything feels sticky as you both breathe in unison.

“good?” Jongho laughs lightly, you laugh along. He whimpers dramatically when he feels you clench, mumbling how you shouldn't move as his fingers dig into your waist. You ignore his words, “s’was really good jongho, good job alpha” you compliment him, leaning off his chest to even out your shaky legs. He helps as much as he can, gripping you gently.

You hum with a comfortable sigh as you lay against his chest now. Legs locking up against him. Jonghos hand comes to hold your shoulder against him, fiddling with your palm. The light on the side of jonghos bed keeps you from sweet sleep. Jongho watches your face, relaxed and full of content.

“I love you”

He holds his breath, an accidental whisper of his real feelings. He ruined it- ruined the safe space he just made and completely broke down a wall that's supposed to be there, he tenses. You sigh softly; lip curling. “Love you too teddy bear”

It was bound to happen eventually, the stomping of feet in the hallway only gives enough time for jongho to pull his almost disregarded blanket over your bodies. His tough hands wrap around your shoulders protectively.

The only person to swing the door open is san, his hands holding the knob in a vice grip. His cheeks puffed up when he pokes his head in, eyes completely screwed shut to avoid seeing anything he didn't want too. “There's a hot shower waiting for you, not you” San attempts to point his finger in your direction then to jongho's, based on instinct he measures out where jonghos bed is. He's off by a lot. “Just so you two know it's rude to sneak off, I thought you were coming back” he pouts. Clearly missing you.

You smile into your words, cuddling closer to jongho for warmth against the cold and once abandoned blanket. “Be out in a lil bit, promise” you're surprised at how jongho didn't immediately throw something at san, yelling and telling him to get out. The younger alpha seems flabbergasted as San shuts the door.

His eyes lock back down to yours when you turn your head to see his face, his ears are red. The corner of his lips lifting as you stare, puzzled.

“Do you need company?”

Your shower is quick and easy, jongho helping you to clean up whilst he himself also cleans up, making sure you're able to stand on your own. It's sweet and innocent with him laughing every once in a while when he splashes you, you do the same back to him. He dries your hair gently, running the end of a comb to brush through what he can. He uses it on himself occasionally, warm air puffing up his bangs. He leaves with a towel wrapped around his waist and comes back wearing pajamas, different from the other ones he had on, a loose graphic gray shirt that only barely shows off the bite on his neck. Matching with a pair of heavy sweatpants. Your eyes glance over the bite, sticky with ointment that you insisted on rubbing along it, bruising hickeys lining up against his tan skin, you grimace.

“Jjong, what happened to your clothes?” Your eyebrows furrow, stopping the movement of rubbing ointment against the sensitive bites on your body. “You got them dirty love” he shrugs, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily. He leans over to kiss your head. Basking in the height difference. You decide to just ignore his words, reaching for the clothing in his arms.

It's a pair of simple shorts and a shirt. A grey gym shirt? You glance up at jongho, the guy smiles shyly, hands creeping around your waist. It's fresh at least, still smells like jongho even though he hasn't worn it. You take a satisfied whiff and slip it on, pulling a pair of your own underwear on and lastly the dark shorts that are a bit too loose for you. They're not yours or jonghos. The length is too small for his taste.

“hongjoong?” you smell as his cologne wafts up to your nostrils, you shrug them on, tying the strings tighter before shoving the fresh pair of white socks on as well. “he wanted me to give them to you, to wear” he sighs, guiding you towards the hallway and shutting the light off behind you.

You smile at the younger alphas insisting to guide you, hands tugging yours with him. His larger palm is gripping around your wrist gently, rubbing against your scent glands.

The living room is noisy from the TV. Your nest comes into view as you both round the corner, jonghos hand slips from yours when he steps to the kitchen. You smile at the sight, seonghwa is practically laying halfway on hongjoong, sleeping, wooyoung on the other side of the leader. They're both on the far right of the nest, cuddled up with one of your blankets spread over each other.

Mingi and Yunho are sitting together on the propped up couch, probably taking interest in actually laying on it together instead of in it. Yeosang is laid face down in the middle of the nest, asleep on a pillow. San is placed on the far left of the nest, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Yunho seems to have been drifting, before Mingi perks up and leaps.

“dibs!” He gathers you in his arms before san can spring up from next to yeosang. San pouts, hands thrown up in defeat. “You weren't even a part of the conversation!” mingi laughs quietly. His hands swing you back and forth in his embrace. You shake your head, having no clue what they were calling dibs on or talking about. You shuffle forward, mingi steps over the empty spots to pull you down onto the couch next to him.

You fall onto mingis lap, feet sticking out and onto yunhos. The sleepy member doesn't seem to mind, his hand curling around so he can hold your ankle. A soft caress of his fingertips over the glands there. You take a deep breath, relaxing against mingi. He tilts your head up, demanding your attention.

“hi min” you greet him, pecking his jaw softly, as if on instinct. He preens, grinning, his lips growing wider and more shy. “hi,” he simply responds, as if a school boy saying hello to a pretty girl. “So..” he starts quietly over the TV. A conversation being held only for the two of you. “Mhm?” Yunho chimes in as he seeps into the couch on the other side. “mingi and i were wondering if you wanted to do some size training tomorrow”

The mentioned male sputters, waving his hand as Yunho flat out says what's on his mind. Mumbles of “that's not.. well-” “i-.. it is, size training- i mean..” coming from behind you. Your eyes widen. If size training is what he truly believes it is, and knowing yunho is massive.. are they planning to… yunho smirks at your expression.

“You think you could take two?” Yunho's eyebrow quirks, genuine interest in his dark eyes. Can you take two? This discussion is so casual, at least they're warning you. “depends” you sigh, leaning into mingi shyly, a pillow brought across your chest so you can hold it. “you could hardly take me, even after i.. you know” yunho seems to grow shy. “it's easier now” your hand comes up to cover your face at your own words. “I.. think it has to do with my- slick?” Mingi shifts from under you, are you even using the right term?

Yunho hums, lip poking out as he thinks. “That's what seonghwa said,” Yunho nods, sighing. “It's still better to be prepared” yunho shrugs, his hand rubbing patterns against your ankle.

“When you do take two, we can know the signs if it's too much for you.”

Yunho's cock does happen to be the biggest in the group out of all you’ve seen, probably to match his size and height. He's just big overall. So if he's big, then mingi (according to your logic of alphas and having big dicks) might actually be massive to also make up for his size. The cute, giggly, wide eyed member who clings to you.. it's too much to think about.

You hum, wiggling on mingis lap. The man sighs, trying to get comfortable from under you. There's a bulge that he doesn't feel like mentioning, hard because you talked about having sex. It's embarrassing to him. “yeah, let's try, it's better when I'm not post heat hazy, after breakfast?”

Why are you scheduling sex? You don't know, but for some reason there's no awkward tension, just passive buildup. It feels like you're planning a date as a couple that has been together for years. Comfortable and tingling. You turn to look mingi in the eyes, he's beet red. Ears flushing under the lights of the TV. “What do you think?”

He nods quickly, a short conformational hum leaving his throat. It bobbles when he swallows thickly. You smile, a huff of air escaping your nose.

“We'll do some size training then” yunho nods, head falling back over the arm of the couch where a pillow is propped. You turn into mingis' side, enjoying his warmth and scent you haven't had on you in a long time. He jumps, hands jolting to lighten his grip just to let you move freely. “Nervous?” You tease.

Mingi smiles, his lips pulling down into a concerned grin, he slots back into his spot. “I might ruin you” he admits with a quiet sigh “I can be rough- I am rough” he's warning you. You glance up at his face. Heat pooling into your own.

You've heard it before, heard about mingi being too rough during sex. Especially during his ruts. He's broken plenty of rut sanctuary beds, you've had to pick him up to pay for it. His skin sticky with sweat and looking much more masculine than when the guys dropped him off. You have your license, yet all you can think about when you drive is how insanely hot mingi looked coming out of the alpha building block, you were probably a liability on the road at that time. His hair is messy on his head and his body completely reeks. He smelt like an alpha who had a tough brawl of it with himself. And he wouldn't even look you in the eyes.

Whatever toys or help they provide never seemed to do the trick cause he seemed much more frustrated and quiet being picked up. You'd ask him if he was feeling better and he'd completely ignore you. He hardly spoke to you afterwards, needing at least three days to recover his attitude. And even after then, you've heard rumors amongst your idol friends about mingi in bed, despite not wanting to know you couldn't help eavesdropping.

Your eyebrow quirks. “Is this your way of telling me you're a warning sign?” Mingi laughs lightly at that, you must be okay with it.

“I'm just letting you know, that's why yunho's there.” he thumbs your chin, his eyes growing more lax.

“To bring you back when it gets too rough”

I went off the deep end with this one !!!! Literally need to have jonghos babies immediately, I can be the perfect wife, please one chance, jongho!! I no longer feminism when jongho exists. Thanks to my cutie patootie @uhhheather and my pookie bear @hhoneylix for helping me thru some plot and some of the smut teehee!! Ily guys (kisses screen). Also.. size training with yunho n mingi?... mingi being rough?? I have so much to write oh lawrd.

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onlyjaeyun · 2 years ago

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐓. 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

— cw: inexperienced fem!reader, implied taking of v-card/firsts, br33ding, ch0king and face rIding

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 is nothing but absolutely thrilled, when you tell him about your lack of experience when it comes to intimacy. the thought of being the first to touch your most sacred places gets him rock hard in a way he’s never experienced before. seung doesn’t rush into things, he wants to take it slow, saviour every single noise you make, every single one of your facial expressions, every single reaction of your body to his touch. he’s so gentle about it, too. always eases you into it with the neediest and sloppiest kiss to make sure you’re wet enough for him. he would never want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you, so he not only goes slow, he also talks you through everything he does to you. “is this okay, baby? yeah? feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers against your lips the first time he took your pretty tits into his big hands, toying with your sensitive nipples and swallowing every single one of your little whimpers and whines of his name. “am gonna push a finger in now, pretty girl, you’re wet enough for me already.” his choice of words, his tone and the way he looks at you with nothing but lust and hunger gleaming in the brown of his pretty eyes easily pushes you into the depths of your arousal and without hesitation, you nod and let out a soft little moan. seung makes it his mission to make you cum around his fingers, his tongue and lastly his cock at least once a day to make sure you can’t think of anything but his touch. and when you start waking him up in the middle of the night because you can’t stop craving the taste of his cum on your tongue and the feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock, he knows he did everything right.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 is a little overwhelmed at first. he’d been thinking about all the ways he wants to ruin you ever since the two of you started dating, so he’s definitely taken aback when you let him know you want to take it slow but are definitely sure he’s the one you want to experience all those firsts with. to jjong, it’s an absolute honor and definitely nothing he takes for granted, so every time he pulls you onto his lap, he’s already rock hard and grunts into your mouth, desperately trying to calm himself down until you tell him how much you like his enthusiasm. and that’s how he starts to guide your hips to grind against his clothed cock, yet having you take off your cute panties beforehand so he can watch the way you’re soaking his sweats with your sweet juices like the good girl you are. it doesn’t take long for you to get too desperate, begging him to just please use his fingers, his tongue or even his cock to make you fall apart because you’ve grown too needy for these kind of highs to be enough. and of course jongseong is more than just happy to give you what you want. “there you go, good girl”, he whispers and pushes the thick tip of his cock into your tiny cunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head because no amount of finger- or tonguefucking you could have prepared him for just how tight you actually are. he’s aware of just how big he is compared to your sweet hole so he quickly pulls you into a sloppy kiss, hand around your throat as he sucks on your tongue and slowly pushes himself further inside of you. “you can do it, baby, i won’t go deeper for now, we’ll get there – right?”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 doesn’t miss a single beat once you’ve told him you feel safe and comfortable enough to take things a step further. it’s like he’s been waiting for it his whole life to the point he starts dreaming about marking you in ways nobody has ever done it before. he subconsciously sets himself the goal to get you as drunk on his cock as possible so you won’t go a single night without his cum dripping out of your cute cunt. jaeyun’s a little too eager most of the time, yet never once pushes you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, takes it slow and let’s you set the pace. so when he’s got his fingers knuckle deep inside of your clenching pussy, jaeyun gently encourages you to ride his fingers, images of you doing the same with his cock and most importantly – his face as soon as possible filling his head as you start moving your hips in a steady rhythm. “you’re doing so well, angel girl, i love you so much”, he always makes sure to shower you in praises because he wants you to know just how proud he is of you, but also because he quickly realises how much it affects you. “use me, baby, make yourself cum, i need it so bad”, he also never hides his desperation and need for your pleasure, “go ahead and cum all over my face so i can go to sleep with your taste on my tongue.” jaeyun loses count how many times a day he lets you ride his face until he actually finds himself balls deep buried inside of you, painting your completely untouched walls with his cum and finally reaching the goal he had set for himself. but he definitely doesn’t realise the first taste of your cute cunt clenching around his thick length is going to leave him even more obsessed.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 can’t help but smile at you with the softest, most loving expression grazing his features. he attentively listens to you when you explain him why you’ve decided to stay away from intimacy despite having ahd partners before and once sunghoon realises you’re giving him the honors of being what they never were, he’s determined to prove himself to you. of course, he’s also one to take things at your pace, definitely initiates it at times but most of the time he doesn’t even have to because of how eager and needy you are for him. so whenever you’re taking off your cute panties hoon finds himself absolutely mesmerized before he gently moves you into the position he needs you to be in that particular movement. holds your hand when he tells you to lay on your back and spread your legs, never once lets go when you’re nicely seated between his thick thighs and his cock in your sweet mouth and always has your fingers intertwined with his when he softly wraps his lips around your sensitive clit. at first he’s not much of a talker, yet after a certain amount of time, sunghoon just can’t hold his thoughts back anymore. “i can’t wait to see how pretty you look when you cum on my cock, princess”, he whispers and maintains the eye contact ss he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside of you. “gotta make sure i reward you well for being so good for me, right? but i also have to remind you who this perfect belongs to”, he mumbles deeply against your lips and grunts softly when the angey tip of his big cock rubs your clit and he finally gets to watch you lose every bit of patience you had left. “gonna fill you up until you can’t take it anymore, i promise, pretty girl”, he sighs and finally pushes his cock inside of you, yet stops as soon as you start clenching like crazy around his head, “don’t worry, princess. i’m gonna make you cum with each inch, you won’t even realise it hurts, yeah?”

this was requested by my sweet love @hee-pster , hope you like it my love! reblogs are appreciated babies!🩵

#enhypen smut #lee heeseung smut #park jongseong smut #sim jaeyun smut #park sunghoon smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader

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srjlvr · 1 year ago

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꒦꒷ enhypen ! enhypen’s ships with you as enhypen’s 8th member !

idol-ot7!enhypen X 8th enha member!FemReader … full fluff … no warnings<3 || not proofread !! || note. i have no idea what this is im so disappointed in this but pls dont kill me

ε ї з — heeseung

heey/n the whole way!! fans started shipping the both of you ever since the first episode of I-LAND, and they swear they’ve never seen such good chemistry between two idols.

fans are CONVINCED you both are dating and honestly? both of you are not helping them relax!

with the amount of flirtings the both of you exchange in front of cameras is enough for fans to go crazy!

on the first episode of I-LAND fans could swear they saw heart eyes when they witnessed your and heeseung’s first time meeting each other.

the fact that you debuted in enhypen only helped the fans ship the both of you more, and let’s be honest you even act like a couple so fans are getting good reasonable reasons for your ship.

“you look so pretty today, y/n”

it was fan meeting day today and all fans were watching you and taking pictures, heeseung thought it was a good idea to come and give you and back hug.

“thank you, hee” you smiled and turned around to hug him. fans cheered and took as much as pictures as they could.

heey/n4life: “DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE HUGGED HER?? AND HIS LOOK TOWARDS HER?? i’m on the verge of fainting someone send help”

enhaloverforever: “heey/n is selling i want all to witness this *the video of you and heeseung hugging*”

iluvenha: “heey/n is that kind of relationship that i want”

ε ї з — jay

when you and jay first made some food to all I-LANDERS, fans started to notice you and jay more than before.

jongy/n became trendy in a blink, and fans kept waiting for more content every week.

your kind of ship is more like a parents ship, you’re definitely the parents of enhypen members, even when heeseung is the oldest.

the way you’re taking care of everyone and making food for everyone just makes the fans sob over the fact that the both of you are just cuties together.

when it was jay’s sunoo’s and jungwon’s graduation, you decided to make them some food, and jay joined you as soon as he noticed you. you’re just like that, inseparable.

even the members mentioned that a lot of times, you and jay are definitely something else when it comes to taking care of your members and feeding them well, only when you’re doing it together.

“what are we making today?” you asked jay, slapping your hands on the counter next to jay.

“some pasta and steaks for the eaters” jay smiled, “and some for the camera staffs too, so we have to make a lot”

as soon as the food was finished, you and jay started to serve everyone their food together.

jongy/n: “i want jay and y/n to cook me more than gordon ramsay😻”

enenenhypen: “if they ever open a restaurant i called dibs first!”

jjong: “look at how jongy/n is taking care of their members☹️ they’re so cute together *video of you and jay cooking together*”

ε ї з — jake

so we all like know how jake is taking a good care of ni-ki like he’s his older brother right? so double it!

fans started shipping you with jake as soon as they noticed that the three of you literally go everywhere together.

they call ni-ki the third wheel, it seems like you and jake are too busy flirting around to notice ni-ki’s mischievousness. you’re like the couples that takes care of the third wheel and spoiling them as much as they want.

besides hanging out with ni-ki together, you and jake always seem to walk around while holding your hands. at first it was really hard for fans to notice the both of you, because both of you were too shy to communicate, but as soon as you opened up, it was more visible to fans.

wether it’s holding hands together or even casually matching outfits, fans would go excited whenever they get a content of you two.

jaey/nlvr: “THEY MATCHED AGAIN TODAY!! their outfits are so cute do you think jay helped them with that😭”

jakieandy/nie: “a collection of photos of ni-ki third wheeling and rolling his eyes whenever he’s with jake and y/n😻‼️ *attachments of photos*”

iluvluvluvenha: “i want someone to hold my hand in public like jake and y/n pls😞”

ε ї з — sunghoon

your first meeting with sunghoon convinced EVERYONE that you’re THE perfect match so it was no wonder when fans started calling you and sunghoon ice prince and princess!!

from being super anxious around each other to going to ice skate together, fans witnessed EVERYTHING and got obsessed over anything both of you would do.

you’re a sucker for ice skating and know some exercises and fans know that too, but you still asked sunghoon to teach you, later on admitting that you just wanted to spend some time with him and get closer to him. the fans went indeed feral.

the ice prince and princess title belongs to you and sunghoon period and your fans will make sure everyone knows that.

“hold my hand and be careful, i’m here with you” sunghoon smiled at you while holding your hand tightly.

you wanted to joke around a bit so you pushed him down, making him fall.

he glared at you, but started laughing as soon as he saw you laughing, “next time don’t do it though or i’ll make you fall even harder”

y/nhoonmyloves: “okay but did you see the way sunghoon looked at her when he directed her? i would’ve fainted if i were her😫”

enhypenpen: “our ice prince and princess strikes again with some now ice skating content!! *photos of you and sunghoon skating* i missed watching our royalties skating together!!☹️”

ineedmorey/nhoon: “does anyone else just go back to that I-LAND episode where y/n and sunghoon went to skate together or is it just me? they looked like those cute couples that you see in ice rinks”

ε ї з — sunoo

i’m sorry to break it to you but you and sunoo are basically bestie and fans know that damn well.

you + sunoo = world domination! fans love love LOVE your friendship all the way from the first episodes of I-LAND.

they always say how your vibe matches his vibes so much!! some even see the both of you dating each other because you’re literally perfect for each other, like the other’s lost puzzle piece.

you won’t stop talking about each other, going around to places together A LOT, even skin caring together. your love for sunoo is very visible and you’re not even trying to hide it, same for him.

you’re his partner in crime and he’s yours, no one can take you away from him and it’s the same the other way.

“i’m gonna grab some coffee sunoo come with me” you got up from your seat and called sunoo.

all eight of you were sitting together when you suddenly decided you want some coffee. “it’s like a minute walk away can’t you just go there alo-“

“no riki! i need sunoo”

suny/n: “y/n and sunoo has that kind of friendship that everyone wants but never gets😭 suny/n teach me your secrets!!”

givenhypen: “i wouldn’t be surprised if sunoo and y/n would end up dating i’m ngl! look at how they always look at each other i’m so jealous”

ddeonuddeonu: “they’re the cutest! *photos of you and sunoo hanging out together* they probably sneaked out to hang out alone without any other member😫”

ε ї з — jungwon

oh it’s definitely the responsible siblings type of relationship. both of you are the official therapists of enhypen, and you’re each other’s best therapists too.

jungwon, being dealt with lots of worries, always came up to you to get advice, and you did the same. people who watched I-LAND and your conversations, found it so comforting and beautiful.

jungwon has mentioned you as someone he relies on so much and you did the same. fans ships you as the healing couple, you’re jungwon’s healing and he’s yours, and there’s something so special about it.

you and jungwon basically know everything about the other, that’s why you feel more attached to him more than others, and the fans noticed it right away.

they can’t explain it, but you’re in someway jungwon’s guardian angel, and he’s yours.

“how are you today?” you asked jungwon as you hugged him tightly

jungwon hugged you back, “i’m okay, thank you for listening to me even though we stayed awake until like 5 AM”

“EXCUSE ME?? 5 AM??” ni-ki asked and the both of you shushed him.

istany/nwon: “they’re so precious together it makes me cry😭 i want y/nwon as my therapists right now!!”

srjlvr: “im so jealous i need people like them in my life😭 i envy enhypen members so bad rn😞”

engeneforlife: “i’m just replying y/nwon’s therapy times and i love it!! y/n and jungwon are just so perfect for each other”

ε ї з — ni-ki

you have adopted ni-ki as your younger brother as soon as you first saw him in I-LAND and you didn’t even try to hide it.

fans started notice how childish you’d be around him, and when you were asked about it you said it’s because you want ni-ki to still live his teen years in the best way he could.

after making your fans sob over the fact that you’re so cute, they paid more attention over you and ni-ki. they found itself the most adorable friendship they ever saw.

ni-ki looks up to you so much, and takes so much after you. he always searches for you and takes care of you whenever he can. you do so too, playing around with him and teasing the other members all the time, going to do some mischievous plans and pissing them off together is never failing to make the fans and you laugh.

you always ask ni-ki for dance tips and he’s always happily helps you out because he enjoys his time with you.

“who took my phone away!”

it’s the third time jake shouted that question. you and ni-ki tried your best not to laugh as you know where it’s been hidden.

“hey why’s there a phone in the refrigerator?” sunghoon suddenly asked.

“Y/N AND NI-KI I SWEAR—“

y/niki: “i bet hiding jake’s phone was y/n’s idea this time😭😭 she’s getting worse lately but it’s really worth it after seeing ni-ki laughing so hardly”

enhaenhaenhypen: “y/n and ni-ki are like my little siblings, always annoying but so adorable that you cant even get mad at them😫”

rikissquid: “having y/n and ni-ki together is like asking for a death wish but it’s so funny pls”

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covenha · 2 months ago

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Woo's Brews

Synopsis: Seonghwa, Wooyoung's black cat familiar, decides to help him out with his dry spell. Pairings: witch!Wooyoung x reader; familiar!Seonghwa genre: crack, fluff?? i guess it's a smidge bit suggestive but i think it's completely innocent, witch warnings: talks of sex but nothing too suggestive, oc's land is cursed for the plot WC: 762 words a/n: sorry i just fell off the face of the earth, midterms is kicking my ass and my body decided to get sick if that was not enough. again, this work is fictional so this does not portray any of the characters in actual life. another small HIMYM reference in there iykyk. hope you guys enjoy this baby drabble. and as always, reblogs and feedback is deeply appreciated. happy reading!

As the small pot at the back of the shop was boiling away, Wooyoung was dusting some shelves at the front. Just then, a ring of a bell signals a customer walking into the shop.

“Hello?” You walk in, black cat in hand. It’s sharp eyes looking around the shop, looking around for its owner.

“Hi! What brings you to Woo’s Brews?” Wooyoung asks with a smile.

“Oh, well, your cat was playing in my garden and it was getting late so I thought to bring him here to make sure he was safe.” You smile back. The cat in question hops down from your hands, tail swishing from side to side. It stares back at its owner, as if waiting for its owner to do something.

“Sorry you had to bother with Seonghwa. He usually doesn’t go around making pretty girls return him home. But thanks for making sure he got home safe…”

“y/n” you say your name.

“Thank you, y/n.” Wooyoung says.

“Well, since I’m here. I heard this place had something that could help me with my garden?” You ask.

“Oh yeah, sure. We have some charms and some potions here that could help. What did you have in mind?” Wooyoung motions to the cabinet to his right and guides the both of you over to it. But, not before giving Seonghwa a look.

“There’s this area in my garden that just refuses to grow anything! It’s like somebody put some sort of hex on it. It’s so odd.” You explain your gardening predicament to Wooyung, but he can barely focus on your troubles. Not when you have the cutest look in your eyes when you recall the horrific scene of your dead tomatoes, or your wilted daisies.

“Well, this may just do the trick. Sprinkle some of this liquid on the ground in 3 circles. Then wait for the next full moon before planting something in the area. If that doesn’t work though, you know where to find me.” Wooyoung winks at you.

A soft meow is heard behind the both of you. Wooyoung scoffs at this, and you look back to see Seonghwa perched on the counter, grooming himself.

“Thanks for this!” you motion to the brown paper bag filled with the goodies you bought that would hopefully help you in your cottage core dreams.

“Just doing my duties as the friendly neighborhood witch.” Wooyoung waves goodbye as you walk out the shop’s store.

He watches as you walk away from his store, and winces and facepalms just as you are out of sight.

“Friendly neighborhood witch?” Seonghwa repeats, now in his human form. He looks unimpressed, raising an eyebrow at Wooyoung.

“I panicked, okay? Hwa, you know how I get.” Wooyoung winces as he thinks back at what he said to you.

“She seems to like you though. Don’t screw it up this time.” Seonghwa says, sharp eyes staring at Wooyoung.

“Dude, you really need to put yourself out there! It’s been ages since you’ve even been on a date.” Yunho, one of Wooyoung’s witch friends who was visiting to stock up on some lizard’s tail from the shop.

“I guess you could say he’s in a… dry spell.” Jongho, Yunho’s golden shepherd retriever familiar pipes in.

“Ha Ha. I’m glad my misery is entertaining to you, Jjong.” Wooyoung deadpans at him.

“8 months, 2 weeks.” Seonghwa suddenly cuts the banter.

“Hwa?” Yunho asks him.

“8 months, and 2 weeks. That’s how long Jongho has been…. How do I say this in a classy way…. Gotten laid.” Seonghwa blinks at the three of their confused faces. Jongho’s face goes red as he sputters out an excuse.

“Okay, let’s not get into the nitty gritty with this one.” Yunho tries to calm the situation.

“5 months 3 days.” Seonghwa motions at Yunho who scrunches his eyebrows together in horror, but also a little bit of amazement.

“You should work at a carnival.” Jongho says.

As they calm down from their conversation, Yunho and Jongho pack up to head back to their cottage to make it before dark. All the while Wooyoung is nervously looking around, trying not to make eye contact with Seonghwa.

“10 months, 1 week.” Seonghwa says.

“Dammit.” Wooyoung sighs.

“I can help you. Just leave it to me.” Seonghwa shrugs at him.

“Seonghwa, I don’t know if I like the idea of that.” Wooyoung shakes his head at the black cat.

“Trust me. You’re gonna like this one.” Seonghwa smirks to himself.

“Jesus, you’re like some kind of occult Tinder.” Wooyoung shudders as he goes back to tend to his brewing potion.

#ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez hours #ateez au #ateez drabbles #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung au #wooyoung au #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung blurbs #wooyoung hours

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diaryujin · 9 months ago

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𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

summary: they would do anything you asked them to – be it moving mountains or draining rivers. they’d do it, no matter how stupid it was. however, your simple request is there to put that love to test.

OR you ask the boys if they could peel your orange for you

the orange peel test is simply something created on tiktok to see whether your partner does something as trivial as peeling an orange for you.

includes: oranges, riki and sunoo bully you out of love (riki’s is worse), slight physical violence in sunoo’s (all in good fun ofc), jungwon is an idol in his prompt, all others are unlabeled, lmk if i missed anything!

genre: fluff

pairing: bf! enha x fem! reader

word count: 1.1k a/n: this is my first writing out of hiatus pls be nice 🙏 this is written in a more unserious way/bullet points soo yeah (do y’all like the title)

taglist: @kflixnet

lee heeseung

⊹ when you put an orange in one of his hands, it’s safe to say he’s baffled

⊹ cuz last time he checked your hands were fine

⊹ with his free hand he grabs yours one by one to check if there’s any wounds, turning them over carefully, a small concentrated frown on his face

⊹ when he finds none, he looks at you, bambi eyes filled with confusion

⊹ “i’m lazy do me a favor and peel it for me please”

⊹ his frown instantly becomes a pout, but he peels it nevertheless

⊹ “you can just do it yourself or ask someone else!”

⊹ “well you’re my fav person ever so…”

⊹ THAT gets him

⊹ now he’s a giggly heeseung peeling an orange!

park jongseong

⊹ you don’t even have to ask him tbh

⊹ whenever he’s cooking in your kitchen, he usually takes out fruit and puts it on a plate instead of making dessert sometimes, oranges included

⊹ this guy peels them so carefully and puts them in a heart on a plate for you (i need a jay asap)

⊹ but you asked him anyway bc you had peeled skin on your thumb and didn’t want to go through hell

⊹ he does it without question, tossing the peel in the dustbin before separating the orange slices and handing them to you

⊹ “thanks jjong”

⊹ “don’t mention it, it’s just an orange”

⊹ then he presses a small kiss on your forehead

⊹ holy moly how is he so PERFECT

shim jaehyun

⊹ he’s kinda like jay imo

⊹ if there’s any food on the table, fruit or takeout for example, he’ll set it up on a plate with a fork/spoon if necessary so that when you come back you can just sit down and eat

⊹ such a sweet bby :(

⊹ so one day you put an orange on the table before going to attend to a phone call - you were gonna eat it after

⊹ you return only to see the peel on the side, the orange slices in a bowl and jake washing his hands

⊹ when he comes out of the bathroom you grab his collar and press a big fat smooch on his lips

⊹ boy is FLUSTERED

⊹ “what was that for?”

⊹ “because i love you my private orange peeler”

⊹ he laughs lightly, before taking an orange slice and feeding it to you because he can

park sunghoon

⊹ he’s asking a few questions for sure #detektiv

⊹ when you tell him that you just don’t want sticky juice on your hands, he nods

⊹ his pretty fingers are in the middle of peeling it off, and then SHSSSHHSS juice is on his shirt

⊹ he freezes for a good minute, looking at you with eyes that are BEGGING you to not laugh

⊹ you very obviously did not read the room and end up on the floor gasping for air

⊹ he’s puffing his now turning pink cheeks in annoyance

⊹ when you finally get up, he did end up finishing the task at hand despite the setback

⊹ so you give him a kiss on the cheek (which now turns red teehee) and take the orange from his hands

⊹ “i hate you”

⊹ “thanks hoon, love you too”

kim sunoo

⊹ he’s (fake) annoyed by your request - how dare you interrupt his gaming session with riki!! he was so close to winning!!! (no he wasn’t)

⊹ he glares at you, before begrudgingly telling riki he needs a moment and doing what you asked

⊹ tbf you caught him at an inappropriate time, but oh well he’s doing it anyway

⊹ when he’s done you hold your hand out expectantly, but this rat takes one slice and pops it in his mouth

⊹ “mm sweet, better than the one usually i get”

⊹ you just stare at him with your jaw on the floor

⊹ before you smack his face ofc, ain't no man eating your food

⊹ “revenge tastes sweeter”

⊹ he gasps at your AUDACITY and is about to say something only to be interrupted by the sound of riki cackling. he left the camera on.

yang jungwon

⊹ you asked him to peel your orange while you were in enha’s dorm bc you put on fake nails and you were scared that they’d come off with you peeling too hard

⊹ except…his fingers were cramped from typing 24/7 on weverse 😔 he just loves his fans a lot okay they give him such warm welcomes at airports 😁😁

⊹ so you just stare at each other before he gets up and runs off…and then you hear a scream of “JAY HYUNG”

⊹ and you facepalm. sometimes you questioned whether you were his number one or jay

⊹ now obvi jay is a sweetie and he obliges - shortly after, jungwon comes back you with a peeled orange and a proud smile

⊹ you take the fruit before giving him an unamused look in his direction

⊹ “what? i got the job done”

⊹ “no, jay got it done”

⊹ he pouts, one of his devious schemes to get you to kiss him or at least be affectionate with his adorable self

⊹ you don’t falter and just eat the orange, while he stares at you incredulously

nishimura riki

⊹ if you expected him to peel it and give it to you immediately, you might have to lower your expectations a little

⊹ this kid is the last person to do it. no no no he nags you to do it on your own before he takes it against his will or so he says

⊹ he starts peeling it, grumbling to you on how you’re sooo lazy when you’re just reading a book and didn’t want juice on the pages, completely reasonable

⊹ and then this pain in the ass peels it in a certain way that caused juice to get in your eyes

⊹ it BURNED, so you ran to the bathroom to wash it out with riki’s annoying laugh in the background

⊹ needless to say you ignored him for the rest of the day

⊹ finally when you avoided his hugs he realized he #messedup and ordered your favorite food for you, and when the food came it was arranged neatly for you, along with a peeled orange on the side - and you had to forgive his poor soul atp

⊹ “i’m sorry y/n…but it was kinda funny…”

⊹ “layla and maeumi are better than bisco stfu”

#kflixnet #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #sunoo imagines #jungwon imagines #niki imagines #mallow’s works #mallow’s drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #kpop fanfic #kpop bg #fluff

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sanspuppet · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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PAIRING: dom!Jongho x sub afab!reader

RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

SUMMARY: You wanted to bring some food to your boyfriend Jongho, but you intentionally caught him pleasuring himself instead of working.

WARNINGS/ TAGS: dirty talk, blow job, cum eating.

DISCLAIMERS: english is not my first language, so excuse any grammar mistakes or akward wording, this is not meant to represent Jongho in any way.

A/O: i particularly like it... dunno haha, sorry if it's kinda short btw

NSFW tags under the cut

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"Hey baby! I brought you some food-" you approached your boyfriend's studio, with a bag of snacks under your arm. You opened the door slightly, when you accidentally heard something different than his usual majestic vocals. You peeked, observing through the door crack, and suddenly saw his naked legs sitting on his chair, from behind, making your heart beating suddenly at a fast pace. You entered the studio, by slowly opening the door, and heading towards Jongho, walking on tiptoe, trying not to make any noises. The sight you were facing at was... incredible hot. You've never seen your boyfriend jerking off lonely, and he was OH SO loud. You looked at his head resting on the back of the chair, triggered by the immense pleasure he was feeling. His hand stroking his dick, moving up and down harshly while his tip was releasing his cum. You caught him during his orgasm. You were kinda surprised when he screamed your name while his cock was a completely mess.

"Fuck! Ah my baby y/n-"

"Jongho?"

He gasped, turning his head and looking at you, shocked.

"W-what are you doing here??"

You showed him the bag you were holding, despite your hand was trembling.

"S-snacks."

His heartbeat returned to a normal speed, once he realized that there was nothing wrong in you caughting him masturbing, being his girlfriend. He motioned for you to get closer, and kissed you on the lips.

"Thank you, my baby..."

Your cheeks turned red as you could finally see completely his big dick standing straight, his tip of an intense red and wetted by his recent cum. His veins pulsing under the hand with which he was still stroking himself slightly. You immediately looked away, embarrassed, didn't even knowing why you felt so weird.

Jongho giggled:

"My baby's acting shy, maybe she wants to help me." a smirk was placed on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"B-but... here?"

"C'mon. You're always a good girl when you swallow every single drop of my white seed, you'd love to taste it, right?" He asked you, holding your chin with his fingers. God, you always fell on your knees at his duality: during the day he was incredibly cute, funny and caring, you fell in love with him at first sight for his cute cheeks and his muscular body. But when you had sex the first time... it was hard to deny that the entire next week, you just couldn't sit or even walk, for how hard he fucked you. You both were vergins, and you couldn't believe he would be so damn good at it. It ended up that the both of you are now obsessed with fucking each other, especially him: he love how good your pussy fits him perfectly, and obviously he melts everytime you suck his dick and eat his cum, the feeling of your wet mouth and your cute eyes looking at him while having his dick all down your throat? He never lasted longer than 3 minutes before cumming all over your face.

You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid a smile:

"Yeah i'd wish to have you inside me... you're so hot right now..."

"Gonna let me to fuck your pretty mouth?" He guided sitting you down on your knees, in front of him. You putted the beh next to you, completely forgetting about the reason you were in his studio. Your hands now resting on his tights as you started to salivary in your mouth.

"Can I start, Jjong?"

"Sure, let me feel how you can be such a good slut, only for my cock. Because you only want mine, don't you?"

"M-hm" You nodded. He was sooo fucking jealous, being his first girlfriend, and his first love, he wanted you to be only for him.

"Use your words, babe."

"Yeah, your cock is addicting!"

"Then fucking suck all of it."

You lowered your head, your mouth a few inches from his balls. You took your tongue out, and started to suck his testicles, while your hand was wrapped gently at his length. You could already taste the sweetness of his release, that taste that you such love to feel in your mouth. You raised your head at the same hight of his tip, and spitted on it. Then, fuck you took all of his dick down your throat, wrapping and rubbing your tongue against it. Oh yeah, you were such a good dick sucker.

"Fuck!! Baby! Always s-so good-"

You chuckled, with his cock still in your mouth, while your hands were caressing sweetly his legs. You moved your head up and down, rhythmically and speedily. You tried to look at his pleasured expression, despite your eyelashes were obstructing the sight. You took his dick out of your mouth, spitted on your hand and kept jerking him off quickly.

"You like it? Am i a good whore?"

"Yes! S-shit- keep it! fucking keep it-"

You now wrapped both of your hands around his length and sucked intensely on his tip.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, im coming!"

"Already??"

"Yesshit-"

"Then paint my pretty face with your cum, please."

He immediately reached his orgasm, he stretched his legs and arched his back at the unbelievable pleasure you were making him feel. His loud moans were so gorgeous.

"Oh- fuck. Yes, take my cum, babe." He take his dick in his hand and slapped it against your red cheeks. His release making your face a mess, all wetted by his white, thick, seed. He whispered something like: "You like it when i slap my cock against your skin, right? You fucking love it."

"Jjong... i love being your slut."

"You're not my slut, baby. You are my beautiful, sexy girlfriend."

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ultrakdramamama · 7 years ago

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So much gorgeous in one pic! 😍😍😍

cr: @wishfultaem

#Minho's arms too #ugh #SHINee #Onew #Jinki #Lee Jinki #Jonghyun #Kim Jonghyun #Minho #Choi Minho #SWCIV #@wishfultaem #twitter #look how pretty Jjong's hands are #jongyu

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mingtinys · 2 years ago

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[9:26 p.m.]

pairing : choi jongho x gn!reader

fluff , slight chaotic ateez , sleepy jjong

warnings : none

word count : 1.2 k

a/n : soft and clingy jongho is officially my favorite thing to write now .

Jongho is ninety percent sure you have a secret superpower. It's the only logical explanation his mind can possibly fathom. Because how else can one explain the complete and utter serenity you're able to cast over him like a spell? How your mere presence can silence his brain and calm his anxieties. He's pretty sure you could silence the world if you really tried.

And as he lays in bed, half on top of you, with his arms around your waist and face pressed into the junction of your neck, he's even more sure of it.

As he melts into your embrace, his thoughts no longer run in double time. Everything about you feels warm. Comforting. Safe. The way your fingertips graze past his scalp and work tangles out of his hair. He counts each stroke the way one would count sheep to lull himself to sleep. The faint scent of your body wash clings to your skin and lingers in his nose. It works like an amortentia potion he'd see in some Harry Potter movie. It all brings him to a state just between consciousness and a land full of dreams. One he welcomes readily.

Until the characteristically loud and deep voice of Song Mingi, followed by the even louder and identifiable squeak of Jung Wooyoung’s laugh, jolts him alert. His eyes fly open for just a moment and shut again twice as fast. Perhaps they'll take pity and leave him be if he really lays on the exhausted maknae act. Yeah, as if.

"Jongho~"

Don't move, don't move, don't move. Just look asleep.

Multiple pairs of footsteps can be heard shuffling closer and closer to the door. Then a knock. Then Wooyoung says, "It's my room too, why are you knocking?

"I don't know, to be polite?" Though muffled, it sounds like San. He must be with Wooyoung and Mingi.

There's a soft click of the door and Jongho sinks further into you, burying his face so that it's hidden from his new visitors. You cradle his head as if to protect him from the group and Jongho relishes in the feeling it brings. His members will likely tease him for being so touchy. He already knows what Wooyoung will say. Probably something along the lines of: "Oh, so you do like to be babied, just not by us, huh?" or "I thought you hated skinship." But he doesn't particularly care. Certainly not as your free hand comes to trace soothing shapes into his back.

"Jongho, come on, we're doing four v. four in–"

Jongho never does discover what game they decided on, as you're quick to shush and scold Mingi for his volume. "Keep it down, he's sleeping."

"Oh, now that's adorable." The comment comes from Yunho.

"But we all agreed on game night sometime this week," Wooyoung whines, and yet again you shush him. Even as you chastise the boy your voice is but a steady whisper.

"Ah, we can have it another day." San seems to have taken the hint and quieted down. Jongho can hardly hear him with the way he's tucked his head into your shoulder, but his coos still reach his ears. "Do you really wanna ruin this moment?"

"You know we get hit if we even try to baby Mr. "I hate skinship" like that." Despite his fussing, Wooyoung still lowers his voice.

"Guess I'm just special."

You have no idea.

"Well, that's just unfair."

Despite how amusing Jongho finds your teasing Wooyoung to be, he desperately wants to sleep. So in an attempt to hurry everyone from his room, he draws in a deep breath and releases it out in a dramatic sigh, shifting slightly in your grasp.

Jongho isn't sure what exactly you do next. Though he assumes his stirring must have prompted quite the menacing look from you judging by the way the room silences and Mingi declares, "You know what, we can just do it another night."

See. Superpower.

"I think that's a great idea," you whisper back, voice sweet and saccharine. "Oh, and can you turn the lights off on your way out? Thank you, Yunho."

Jongho waits for the door to click shut and the sound of footsteps to fade down the hallway before he peaks one eye open. He lifts his head, scanning the now dim room. "Are they gone?"

You let out a snort, lightly flicking his forehead. "I knew you weren't asleep."

"I almost was," Jongho grumbles, though it comes out as more of a whine as he drops his head dramatically back to your shoulder. The action causes a giggle to bubble up from your lips.

"You're cute when you're all sleepy and grumpy."

"I'm so glad my sleep deprivation amuses you."

You let out another laugh at his deadpan joke, and Jongho finds himself desperately fighting off sleep to hear more of the melodic sound. He'd love to stay up late and just talk about anything and everything with you. But true to your uncanny ability to make him lower his guard and ease his mind, Jongho feels sleep overtaking him once more.

You must sense it, as you whisper your next words as if to not disturb him. "I'll grab a blanket for us." You attempt to slip out from under him. Your fingers halt their ministrations on his back and Jongho begins to miss your soothing touch before it even fully leaves him. A low whine breaks from his throat as he clasps his fingers in an unbreakable lock and tightens his arms around you. He's not ready to let go so easily.

"Jongho~" You complain, "Come on let go, it's cold." Your palms push against his chest, and with the added leverage you actually manage to wriggle free and slide to the edge of his bed. The warmth of your body leaves him, and it's even worse than he thought.

Jongho may be tired, but he's also determined. So before your feet can even touch the cold hardwood floor, Jongho's arms wrap around your torso. A small "oof" leaves your lips as he pulls you down into him, your back flush against his chest. His legs tangle together with your own, and a victorious smile weasels its way to his lips as the familiar warmth returns with you safely tucked away in his arms.

"Still cold?" He teases.

"You're so annoying."

Jongho feels you shiver ever so slightly and draws you in closer, nose pressing against the back of your neck. For a moment, he wonders if you truly need the blanket. Perhaps he's should have let you grab it. But then Jongho feels you melt into his body, your shaking slowing to a stop.

Jongho finds his solace with you in his embrace and your even breaths. He syncs his breathing with yours, letting you guide him back to the brim of unconsciousness.

Once again, the world is quiet.

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ivykim · 2 years ago

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PARTY PARTY YEAH!!

masterlist // wattpad

summary: it was finally the last day to their trip to danyang and of course, what better way to end it then with a party. though, the party was a little special.

ivy’s outfit: classy ivy | pyjamas | let’s go home

NOTE: episode 6 to so so fun! // italics are them speaking in english.

— going on a trip turns out to be...SO SO FUN!

"sorry i'm a little late. I had some work to take care of." heeseung says.

they were roleplaying since it certainly looks like some company or team dinner. just like ones in kdramas.

sunghoon joins them shortly after changing into his outfit. jay brings out the meat to grill and sunghoon greets him.

"manager jjong." sunghoon says.

"chief park, how have you been?" jay says.

"you wore a tie that stands out for this team dinner." heeseung pretends to drunkenly say. they laughed.

"where is our CEO? lady ivy?" heeseung slurs.

just then, ivy walks down the stairs (since she changed upstairs). it catches the boys attention and when ivy emerges from the foil curtains...their jaws dropped.

ivy was rocking a spectacular long black satin dress. the slit appearing every step she takes. she had brought a small blanket to cover up for when she settled on the ground.

"sorry to keep you guys waiting." ivy says.

"no no, it's okay." jake says.

"close your mouth, hyung." ni-ki says. jay pats the seat next to him.

"our CEO needs to seat here. after all, i am her secretary." jay says. ivy snorts.

"alright then secretary park, feed me a piece of meat."

"at your service." jay feeds her a piece of meat and ivy happily eats it after settling down. jay helps to make sure her dress was covered by the blanket.

ENHYPEN enjoys their little feast.

"this is not the party we were hoping for." jake mentions.

though it wasn't what they hoped for to happen so far, they still enjoyed the food. jay comes back with 2 more servings of rib eye.

"honestly, i'm so full right now." ni-ki says.

"no, this is so you don't stumble in the river later on. eat more." sunghoon says.

"i want to hurry up and fish." ni-ki pouts.

"it would be legendary if you caught something."

"but can you really fish at night though. there are a lot of bugs out there." ivy mentions.

"if we catch something, will you reward us?" jake asks.

"you always want a reward huh?" ivy says.

"well it's from you, sooo...yes." jake smirks. ivy playfully rolls her eyes.

"concentrate on grilling, jaeyun." ivy says. jake chuckles.

"let's try the meat that cheif sim grilled." heeseung says.

"oh, suddenly i am promoted to chief?"

"hey, that means you just got a pay raise." ivy says.

"not bad. i keep getting promoted the more heeseung hyung speaks."

just after they settled eating and enjoying, they ended up starting up their engine. it was time for the real party.

"guys let's go!" heeseung shouts.

"let's GOOO." jungwon yells. sunghoon and jay join in too.

— [at this point, this song is SO SO FUN's OST]

and so ENHYPEN sang. ivy watches the boys in horror. she covers her mouth in shock at their energy.

"i am still not used to seeing them like this." ivy tells the camera. jungwon grabs onto ivy's hand and pulls her.

"noona, dance!!" jungwon excitedly say.

"well, i'm kinda limited by my outfit." jungwon laughs, he twirls her arm and places his hand on her waist.

"you look pretty, noona." ivy blushes. she smacks jungwon's arm.

"yang jungwon, you flirt."

— [song: soju hanjan by im changjung]

the sound of ballad reaches their ears as they settled down after dancing and yelling.

"i don't know this song-" ni-ki grabs the mic from jay. "how do you know this song?"

— the song was released in 2003 [NI-KI is born in 2005]

"even i don't know this song. ni-ki yah, are you perhaps really chulsoo instead?" ivy asks. sunoo and sunghoon laughed.

"noona, you sound drunk." sunoo mentions. ivy turns to look at sunoo.

"maybe i am drunk on sleep. i'm tired." ivy lays her head on jungwon's shoulder. she listens to jungwon's singing and shuts her eyes. jungwon holds ivy's hands. he plays with her fingers whilst singing.

"how about we hype this up again?" jay suggests.

"let's sing 'anyhow song' again." ni-ki says.

and so they sang 'anyhow song'. ivy goes to the bathroom. when she comes back, the boys pointed at her.

"it was wrong that i'd thought you'd always be my girl~"

"i don't need what has changed. now when i see you I don't feel anything." he points to ivy. "when your gaze always fell on me, the way you were."

ni-ki sings to ivy, "i miss everything about you."

"everytime i saw you, i felt my heart flutter~" sunghoon holds onto ivy's hands.

"i just threw myself onto you!" the boys sing and dance. ivy giggles whilst shaking her head.

"ENGENEs don't be fooled, this song is for you guys. it's not me." ivy tells the camera.

— [ENHYPEN and their love for IVY]

just when you think it was over. it wasn't it was just starting.

"it hurts too much to just send you away like this!" heeseung sings.

"don't stop!"

that was when the real partying started. each of them did their own headbanging and ivy just watches them.

"oh, i'm so dizzy." jake says.

ivy was even more shocked when she noticed heeseung and ni-ki going full out.

"yah, are you guys not getting dizzy?" she asks worriedly. they simply said no and continued.

jay starts playing the air guitar passionately.

and of course finally, the time that enhypen had always dreaded for...doing the dishes.

"let's leave noona out of this, she was already feeling sick just now." ni-ki mentions.

"sorry but there is no exception. one must do rock, paper, scissors and loser has to do the dishes." jay says.

"i'm fine, ni-ki. i'll do the dishes if i have to."

"if noona has to do the dishes, i'll replace her." jungwon pitches in.

"won, thank you but you don't have to."

"nope, i insist." jungwon says.

"well...since you insisted...ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT!"

they held their hands out. thankfully sunghoon held out scissors so they could play once more.

but unfortunately, jake and sunoo loses. ivy was shocked she even won.

"noona won her first rock paper scissors!!" jungwon mentions.

"YOU ARE MY DESTINY!!" jay yells.

"well in that case...GOODBYE EVERYONE I'LL GO TO SLEEP NOW!" ivy points to the stairs.

"wait, let's have one person do the dishes. the other will help to clean up outside." jake suggests.

"oh jake, you are playing a dangerous game-"

sunoo lost.

and so his journey of cleaning the dishes starts. ivy goes to change into her pyjamas. she goes to the kitchen and grabs the soaped up dishes before rinsing it down and letting it to dry.

"noona-"

"it's okay sunoo, there were a lot of dishes and those boys just want to fish. i'll help rinse and dry them. you can soak them."

sunoo pouts, "noona..." ivy pokes sunoo's cheeks.

"anything for my sunshine."

and so ivy and sunoo did the dishes. they could hear heeseung singing in the background.

"we'll bring back tomorrow's breakfast!" jake says.

"if you can." ivy mentions.

"not with that attitude, love." jake shouts as he leaves. ivy shakes her head.

while the four boys went fishing, jay, sunoo, jungwon and ivy stayed back. ivy and sunoo were done with the dishes and so they shared the ice cream tub. sunoo happily brings out the tub to eat.

jay comes back from changing his clothes. he pecks ivy's forehead.

"enjoy the ice cream." ivy says.

"you should eat it after you shower though. it would be better."

jungwon enters the living room, "yoi."

"yoi." ivy replies, "weren't you going to see the bunnies?"

"nope, not yet. heeseung hyung wanted to come along but he is still fishing." jungwon settles next ivy. ivy feeds him a spoonful of ice cream.

"honestly, this place is really nice."

"it's sad that we have to go home tomorrow though."

"let's live here instead when we grow old." ivy suggests. jay nods.

while the camera cuts to the 4 boys fishing, ivy and jay laid on the couch. ivy shows jay some little funny things and he laughs.

"babe?" ivy says. jay hums. "if we were to get married, would you want kids?"

"where is this coming from?"

"well..." ivy shoves a video of a cute baby at jay. "look at her. isn't she adorable?"

"ah, is this what they call 'baby fever'. does my vivi want to get-"

"oh? the camera." sunoo says.

"what? did the camera just move?"

"i don't think so? i just i guess heard things." sunoo says. just then, the camera moves again. he gasps. jungwon comes up to it and places his face directly in front of the camera.

"reminds me of I-LAND." jungwon mentions. sunoo hums.

"it does."

the 4 four boys came back from fishing, unable to catch anything. moreover, ni-ki was soaking wet and it was cold. it was best if he went in to dry up and change clothes.

"oh no, what happened?" ivy inspects ni-ki.

"he fell." jake mentions. ivy pouts.

"go change, you get cold easily. wouldn't want you to get sick. oh, i made hot chocolate."

the boys gasp.

"is that why you asked us to get hot chocolate powder?"

"yeah. anyways, enjoy. the staff already grabbed their share. they deserve it after working hard the whole day. you guys too."

"aww noona, you're are too sweet." jake makes kissy faces. ivy playfully rolls her eyes.

"drink up and go sleep. it's been a long day." ivy says. jay grabs her hand.

"let's sleep." ivy pats jay's head.

"alright, come on."

and so ENHYPEN went to sleep. ivy laid with jay on the bed, they cuddled to sleep.

[the final morning of their trip is here]

ivy was already fresh out of bed. earlier than both jay and sunghoon, she was in the kitchen grabbing a small bite of jam and bread. she enters the maknae line bedroom and spots jake and sunoo.

"what are you doing, jakey?"

"mmm, tired. the camera moves and i didn't even wash up yet."

the camera turns to show ivy. she waves.

"go wash up then."

"nooooo."

in the end, jake still washes up.

"hi babe." sunghoon wraps his arms around ivy.

"hi hoonie." ivy turns around to face him. sunghoon leans in to kiss her but ivy turns her head.

"cameras are here."

"you didn't kiss me goodnight." sunghoon pouts.

"aww look at you. fine, just one-" sunghoon pecks her lips. ivy blushes.

"i love you." sunghoon says.

"love you too."

after the sweet moment, ENHYPEN diligently pack their things before they left the accommodation.

— [Q: the trip is over...]

"ah, really. it was sooo fun. we did so much in the 3 days. it was not only healing but also filled with excitement. we did a lot of fun things that i never thought i'd try like paragliding." ivy says.

"jay also played a huge role during this trip since some of us can't cook so I have to thank him for the meals he provided us with for the 3 days." ivy makes a huge heart. "i love you, jongseong."

— [to ENGENE]

"life is hard and we face many challenges throughout our lifetime so i hope whenever you're stressed...you can take a step back and possibly take a break for a bit. enjoy life, go on a trip with family or friends."

EPILOGUE

— [Q: what did you do the most during the trip?]

"sleep. nag a lot to the members to make sure they cleaned up." ivy thinks for a second. "ah and fishing. jungwon said this in his interview but they are still fishing as i'm still doing my interview."

ivy points to boys. the camera pans to the boys who weren't giving up just yet.

"oh? i felt a nibble!" sunghoon yells out.

"park sunghoon!!"

"yeah?" sunghoon yells out.

"i'll take you fishing next time!!"

"really? this is a promise!!"

"yes!!"

ivy turns to the camera, "don't worry ENGENEs, i'll make sure the boys can actually get a fish if we go on a fishing trip."

[SO SO FUN was so so fun!]

END

#ivy #ivy kim #enhypen 8th member #enhypen girl member #enhypen extra member #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen female member #enhypen x oc #enhypen x oc imagines #kpop #kpop added member #kpop girl oc #kpop oc

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bombuni · 8 months ago

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contains: jongho x reader, comfort, implied depressed!chronically ill!reader

Jongho’s pace quickens as he reaches your familiar hallway. His feet seem to know the way by now, as his mind is completely locked onto you and not where he’s walking. Still he finds himself in front of your sweet, perfectly ‘you’ welcome mat. His muscle memory follows what he’s done a hundred times, taking the keys you’d given him months ago and unlocking your front door.

It’s oddly silent inside your apartment. Usually it’s filled with your energy, which seems to infiltrate everything you come into contact with. Including Jongho. He walks further in, knocking on the door of your bedroom. He sees a bundle of blankets sat in the middle of your bed and he figures it’s you sulking. Imagining your body smothered by all the fabric makes him smile.

Jongho slides onto your sheets next to you, trying to bring his arm around the pounds of fabric surrounding you, “Hey,”

He feels you shift and finally your head pops out of the makeshift cocoon. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re still in your pajamas. There’s a pang in Jongho’s heart that always seems to hit when he’s with you. It’s familiar, and he knows it’s that same urge he has to make sure you never have to lift another pretty finger again. It’s not possible to bend the laws of everything, but he thinks if he tries hard enough, he can cater the world to your every need. He’ll try.

You plop your head onto his shoulder, “Hey,”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo, “Bad day?”

You look up at him with the saddest eyes and he can’t help but coo at you, “Jjong, I haven’t even gotten out of bed today,”

He hums, “Mmm, s’okay, I only got dressed to see you,”

He turns to look at you when he hears you laugh, hoping to catch a glance of the smile he sees in even in his dreams. You raise your arm to let him into your cocoon and he scoots in, moving you so you’re comfortably in his lap. He wraps the blankets back around the two of you, letting you curl in and forget about everything else.

“But I’m like this all the time,” you mutter after a beat of silence, “Doesn’t it suck we have to live for like 80 more years?”

He knows that it does and will continue to ‘suck’ for you. What with needing constant medications just to function, and he’s seen how ‘low’ your ‘lows’ can get. But, he likes to remind you that he’s always been the one to bring you back up. He’s handed you every brick you’ve used to build yourself.

“No,” Jongho thinks for a moment, “‘Cause I get more time to take care of you.”

You turn to look at him with a cheeky smile, ready to tease him but he shuts you up with a roll of his eyes, “Be quiet.”

You lean into him, giggling as he pretends to smother you in his arms, “I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Jongho grumbles something about ‘ruining his reputation’ but you can’t really hear over the sound of your laughter. His hoodie smells like cinnamon and his perfect brown hair falls into your eyes. It’s a nice day, but you’ll spend it inside with your boyfriend.

bom note: i love how i JUST said i wasn’t going to post .. im not sorry bc there is a criminal lack of jongho fics in this world and he’s literally my tiny squishy bear

#jongho is so the bf who wants to move the earth and sky for u :/#sighhhhh rattles the bar of my enclosure #please…. just one little squishy jjong for me id treat him so well #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #choi jongho #jongho x reader #jongho x you

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taeminscoconuthead · 2 years ago

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I just had a dream where me, jonghyun, sulli and minho are judges in korea got talent and this one girl auditioned sang Dont cha in a dead pan manner, jjong, me and sulli laughed so damn hard while minho was like there trying not to laugh.

The second was like a guy tried singing and Minho said "Sorry but you sounded like you are being strangled" and the guy said "thank you" and we all like looked at each other

"That wasn't a compliment" Jjong giggled

Just from what I'm seeing, Minho is definitely Simon Cowell. I could see him roasting the bad contestants whilst y'all were trying to give him a chance. Plus, he'd probably be the first guy to press the red button in almost all of the acts and if he could, would stand up and leave if it was so rubbish to the point where he could feel his ears bleeding.

Jonghyun and Sulli are those judges that are the nicest out of all of them. They're also usually the ones that may be those ones that comes as a special guest like a celebrity or something. If they were to come to BGT for example, I could hear Jonghyun or Sulli's names being called alongside with Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, Ed Sheeran, etc. They're also the main reason why the contestants even come to audition in the first place, which is why it's such a good marketing tactic to include celebrities in this business. I'm pretty sure if they were to be sent home, they would be happy that they were able to speak with their idol, even though they did make a fool of themselves right in front of them.

You're definitely the judge that is here to have a laugh and enjoy the moment in hand. You're basically Louis or Piers from BGT. You enjoy this show for as it is. You're also pretty nice too, but if you gotta laugh, you gotta laugh. If you see Jonghyun or Sulli laughing, chances is you're gonna laugh too. You really don't have a filter when it comes to your reaction, but you could have a filter for when you want to speak about how they did depending on the person whether they are young, have a disability, etc.

Overall, I'd watch it if I had the chance. I haven't watched BGT or X Factor in years ever since I saw their exposed videos of people talking about their experiences, but I'd love to watch it again in old times sake due to nostalgia. Maybe this Christmas with my mom and my little brother. Maybe my boyfriend too if he's able to come over.

#safe

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onlyjaeyun · 1 year ago

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hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #enhypen x reader #; drabbles #; boyfie #; daddies 💞

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luvjjongtae · 2 years ago

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By the Time We're Thirty - Ch. 1

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum.

AU info: After college/university AU. Non-idols AU.

Genre: Fluff, Pining

Other tags and warnings: Drinking, College roommates, Reconnecting, Deal to get married

Summary:

“If we don’t have anyone by the time we’re thirty, why don’t we marry each other?”

Jonghyun smiled warmly and said carefully, “Kibum you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” He reached over to gently pull Kibum’s hands away from his hair.

“Jjong, please. It’s a good idea, you know it! Swear on it,” Kibum whined.

Jonghyun was silent for a moment. Then he sighed and responded, “Sure, if it ever gets to that.” Another pause. “But why me?”

“I don’t know,” Kibum said, finally reaching forward to sip his beer. Jonghyun quickly snatched it away. So instead, Kibum leaned his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and continued. “I just kind of feel like we’re soulmates in a sense. Not that I like you that way. But, you’re my best friend. It’d be easy. Soulmates that way, you know?” Kibum didn’t even know what he was saying at this point, just that Jonghyun’s shoulder was warm and comfy and his eyes were drooping.

“…Yeah. I do know.”

Total Word Count: 20k (divided into 3 chapters)

Note: Quick note that all the members are the same age here.

“That asshole made a mistake dumping me. I’m going to get so fucking hot, he’ll regret it so bad,” Taemin slurred as Kibum dragged him through their apartment front door.

“Taemin, you need to sleep before you can ‘get hot,’” Kibum said as gently as he could at 3 AM with alcohol churning in his own system.

“He dumped me,” Taemin repeated, ignoring Kibum who was struggling to carry Taemin’s weight into his room. “He fucking dumped me after two years.” His voice cracked and Kibum panicked that he would start crying again. He didn’t know how to handle it the first time either.

“Uh, let’s just get you all nice and snug in bed and you can forget about him tonight. How does that sound?” Kibum tried.

“But– but what if I dream of him?” Taemin drunkenly wailed. Kibum slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle it and frantically looked around the dark apartment to see if any of their roommates had woken up. After a beat of silence, Kibum released a breath and continued dragging Taemin to his room.

“Look how cozy your bed looks!” Kibum shoved Taemin face-first onto his mattress and helped him take off his shoes. “Now remember to sleep on your side, okay?” Kibum said as he tucked him in as neatly as he could in his own drunken state.

“Thanks, Kibum,” Taemin mumbled under his comforter pathetically. “Sorry for all the trouble.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Just get some sleep,” Kibum said comfortingly, ruffling up Taemin’s hair. He left Taemin’s room with a deep sigh but startled suddenly when he bumped into a shadow in the living room. Squinting in the darkness, he made out the shape of Jonghyun. “Oh, Jjong. It’s just you.”

“I heard Taeminnie. Is he okay?” Jonghyun asked sleepily, looking behind Kibum towards Taemin’s bedroom door.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. I should’ve kept a better eye on him at the bar but he kind of disappeared on me,” Kibum said with an eye roll.

“What about you?”

“I’m just a bit buzzed. Nothing I can’t handle,” Kibum smirked.

Jonghyun narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You have a beer bottle in your hand,” he pointed out.

“Huh,” Kibum blinked. He didn’t remember taking this all the way back from the bar. Lifting it up and inspecting it in the dark, he figured it was about halfway through. “Well, want to finish it together?”

“Kibum, it’s 3 AM. We both have 10 AM classes tomorrow,” Jonghyun said with a laugh, turning back towards his room. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“C’mon,” Kibum whined, reaching forward to grab Jonghyun's wrist. But he must’ve miscalculated the distance to reach Jonghyun because instead he just crashed into his back. “Ow,” he said, wobbling as he backed away.

Jonghyun spun around and steadied Kibum by holding both his shoulders. “See? And you’re already pretty drunk.”

“No, no, I promise I’m okay!” Kibum said, blinking away the dizziness. “Please, just stay with me a bit longer?”

Jonghyun’s eyes softened and he gave Kibum a small nod. He led them to the couch and they sat next to each other as Kibum eyed the beer bottle Jonghyun took from him and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of them. He wanted another sip but knew that Jonghyun wouldn’t let him right away.

“So Taeminnie got dumped, huh?” Jonghyun said suddenly, cutting through the silence of the night.

“Mhm,” Kibum said with a nod. “After two years and everything.”

“Damn,” Jonghyun whispered out.

Kibum sighed deeply. And loudly. “Just–” he started. Even in the darkness, Kibum knew that Jonghyun was looking at him, listening to him intently, like he always did. “Dating is so fucking hard.”

“Because of what happened to Taeminnie?”

“No, in general,” Kibum said with another frustrated sigh. “Taemin got dumped over text after two years. Jinki is forever single. And I haven’t even gone on a date this entire year. We always end up in the same place. Just drunk in the middle of the night.”

“That’s not true. Dating can be nice,” Jonghyun said softly. “Especially in the beginning.”

“I just think people suck.” Kibum ran a hand through his messy hair, tugging on it as he pouted. But then an idea occurred to him. A genius, brilliant idea. He lit up immediately and turned excitedly to look back at Jonghyun. “I know! If we don’t have anyone by the time we’re thirty, why don’t we marry each other? That way, we avoid all the hard dating stuff.”

Jonghyun smiled warmly and said carefully, “Kibum you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” He reached over to gently pull Kibum’s hands away from his hair.

“Jjong, please. It’s a good idea, you know it! Swear on it,” Kibum whined as he squeezed Jonghyun’s hands.

Jonghyun was silent for a moment. Then he sighed and responded, “Sure, if it ever gets to that.” Another pause. “But why me?”

“I don’t know,” Kibum said, finally reaching forward to sip his beer. Jonghyun quickly snatched it away. So instead, Kibum leaned his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and continued. “I just kind of feel like we’re soulmates in a sense. Not that I like you that way. But��you’re my best friend. It’d be easy. Soulmates that way, you know?” Kibum didn’t even know what he was saying at this point, just that Jonghyun’s shoulder was warm and comfy and his eyes were drooping.

“…Yeah. I do know.”

. . .

Kim Kibum always woke up early.

It was his routine. Wake up at 6 AM, snooze perhaps once, stretch, wash his face, feed Commes Des and Garcons, make breakfast, pick a suitable outfit, all in time for him to leave his apartment complex promptly at 8 AM to arrive at work.

Waking up early gave him enough time to do all he needed to do with no stress or rushing around. It was important to keep his skin clear, he had learned after the consequences of some stressful weeks with his four roommates in his senior year of college.

But that was in the past. Today, Kibum waved a friendly hello to his assistant who handed him his morning coffee and let him know of a meeting he had with the chief editor in about one hour. He sighed into his desk chair and let it spin around lazily, taking in his office. It was just as neat and minimalist as his home, something he took pride in. Everything on his desk had an explicit purpose for that day, and the walls were lined with his framed degrees in journalism and fashion, alongside one modern painting on the far end near the large window showcasing the city skyline.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. But he rolled his eyes when he realized it was just the news, something about a large awards ceremony happening later that week. Now that he had been promoted, his work was more editorial, which is what he ultimately wanted. No more obnoxious interview subjects. No more trying to make up words to reach a word count describing the same outfit ten different ways. Plus, a larger salary.

Kibum shut his phone off and opened up his laptop, getting to work on reviewing some submitted paperwork and absent-mindedly sipping on his coffee until his assistant knocked, reminding him of his meeting.

“Thanks, Seulgi,” Kibum said as he stood up from his desk and stretched. “What would I do without you?”

“Fall asleep. You know you’re only functioning thanks to my coffee,” she replied with a lighthearted smirk.

He followed her down the white, modern halls of the office building to the glass-lined conference room, the heels of their shoes clicking along the floor. “And that’s,” Kibum said as he opened the door, “the only reason I hired you. Not because you’re talented or anything.”

Seulgi’s light laugh was cut short when Kibum closed the door to the sound-proof conference room, the silence sharp in the air. He saw the chief editor at the head of the table, but his heartbeat picked up when he noticed that to her right was the managing director and to her left, the head of human resources. What was going on? Was he getting fired? This was just a routine monthly check-in, right?

“Good morning, Kibum. Please, take a seat,” the chief editor said with a warm smile, evidently trying to calm him down. He must have looked panicked. Kibum made an effort to smooth his face. He hadn’t done anything wrong. There was absolutely no reason to worry.

Kibum slid into a chair on the other end of the small conference table, placing his hands neatly on the glass. “Good morning.” He bowed slightly to acknowledge the head of HR and managing director as well. “This is to go over last month's articles, right?” he asked, cutting to the chase.

“Oh no, that’s on Friday,” the chief editor said, waving her hand dismissively. “This is about something different.” Kibum stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

Instead, the head of HR spoke up. “We need you for an event. On the ground, we mean.”

Kibum cocked his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. “Oh?” He thought he had moved beyond that. That was for rookies, and he had been working at this company for six years now. He was anything but a rookie.

“We’re launching a new training initiative, especially with the unprecedented number of new hires from this season,” the head of HR went on. “We want senior journalists mentoring some of the new hires.”

Kibum felt his shoulders droop with relief. So he wasn’t in trouble. “And I’m one of those senior journalists?”

“You’ll get a bonus,” the managing director cut in. “This is an extra project we’d like your experience and skills on.”

Bonus. The word perked Kibum’s ears up. He had been eyeing a new flat-screen TV for his apartment for some time… “Okay, so who do I mentor?”

The chief editor smiled grandly and shuffled around some sheets of paper in front of her. “Thank you, Kibum. I had told Seojun here that you would pull through but with your busy schedule, you never know.” She pulled out a few sheets and slid them across the table for Kibum to examine. “Her name is Park Sooyoung. We’ve assigned her to the Korean Music Awards ceremony this weekend, and we’d like for you to go with her.”

Kibum nodded and picked up the piece of paper, examining his new mentee’s credentials. Graduate from SNU. Impressive. “Was that it?” he asked, gazing up at his boss already standing up and gathering her things.

“Oh, yes. Just show her the ropes for a few weeks and give us an update on her performance. Should be pretty easy for you.” The chief editor smiled again and waved Kibum goodbye before opening the door. “And don’t forget about our monthly check-in this Friday, too.”

The door closed and Kibum was left in the stark silence of the conference room again. The Korean Music Awards, hm? Maybe he should take a look at the nomination list to see who would be going… No. The chances of running into him at such a big event were slim to none. It would be better to not even worry about it.

“How was it? That was short. And you look particularly pensive,” Seulgi said from her desk outside Kibum’s office, her eyes peering up over her glasses.

“I always look like this,” Kibum muttered.

“Hmm.” Seulgi squinted as she examined him and then shook her head. “Whatever you say. Anything you need me to do?”

“Yes, actually.” Kibum gave her the packet of papers. “Set up a meeting with her as soon as possible. I’m mentoring her now.”

“Ooh, how exciting,” Seulgi cooed, reading over Sooyoung’s information. “SNU grad, wow. She might just become your competition,” she said jokingly.

“Very funny,” Kibum replied sarcastically. “Just get on that, please?”

At Seulgi’s nod, Kibum felt content hiding in his office until he was needed again. In the silence, the thoughts from earlier returned. The Korean Music Awards Ceremony… There was a reason he avoided that awards show in particular. The last time he had gone, he was a guest. Jonghyun had invited him as his plus one.

Jonghyun. They’d lost touch. When was the last time he had heard from him? Oh, that’s right. Kibum had shot him a quick congratulations text on his newest album, but that was it. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the hundreds of contacts until he got to his messages with Jonghyun. Last read: A year ago. Jonghyun’s response was simply a quick thank you with a heart emoji attached.

Kibum spun his desk chair around aimlessly. How did he let them drift apart? It was the same with the rest of his senior year roommates, the friends he thought he’d keep forever. The friends he’d drink with until passing out or berate endlessly for almost setting the building on fire. Memories of Minho beating him at every video game flashed through his head. Or when he and Jinki forced everyone to take up one chore a week to clean up the apartment, the chore assigned by the results of a board game. Or when Taemin would come home tipsy from partying and Kibum and Jonghyun had to coax him into bed. Or when they all splurged on a fancy dinner after graduating and devoured the best bulgogi Kibum’s ever tasted.

He let out a deep sigh and shook his head. That was then. It had been almost eight years since and he hardly thought of them. Where even was Minho now? Last he heard he was coaching football in the states. Jinki was also abroad doing service based on the last time they had talked. Taemin was dancing professionally somewhere in Seoul; maybe he could reconnect with him at least. And Jonghyun was probably going to the awards ceremony–

Kibum’s heartbeat quickened at the thought, but he shook the feeling away. He had a very specific job to do at the ceremony, and that was to tutor Sooyoung, not try and reconnect with his college best friend. If he saw him, then okay. He would approach him professionally as a journalist does.

And that would be it.

. . .

“Sir?”

“I told you to just call me Kibum,” Kibum told Sooyoung standing nervously beside him. He adjusted the tie on his suit, which felt like it was choking him slightly, especially on the crowded red carpet entranceway. He felt Sooyoung tense behind him even more. “Or Mr. Kim, if you must,” he added when he sensed her hesitation.

She nodded politely and whipped out a notepad scribbled with notes for the fifth time. Kibum eyed her with a small smile, reminded of his younger self. “Just taking another quick look at the questions,” she said with a nervous laugh up at Kibum.

“You’ll be fine, Sooyoung. You’re a smart young woman and all you’re doing is holding a conversation. This pop culture stuff is way beneath you, don’t even worry about it.” Kibum shot her a confident smile and jerked his head towards an up-and-coming composer walking down the carpet. “Now go shoot your shot.”

Sooyoung took a deep breath to steady herself and put her notepad away before gesturing to the cameraman beside them to follow her and strutting confidently towards her interview subject. Kibum looked on with pride at his mentee and watched her approach him with ease and strike up a conversation for the camera. She was doing great.

Satisfied, he allowed himself to focus on the rest of his surroundings. It was a crowded red carpet, bustling with celebrities and flashing lights and clicking cameras all around. His eyes surveyed the crowd, recognizing famous faces here and there, a Kpop idol, a rockstar, a songwriter, another idol…

Until his eyes snagged on him.

Kibum could recognize his handsome face anywhere. Not that he was handsome. Now or in the past. Except he was. Kibum couldn’t stop staring at his smiling face as he posed for pictures, a gorgeous woman on his arm. He willed and willed himself to look away even for a split second but couldn’t. He was under his spell.

Maybe that’s why Jonghyun ended up looking around the red carpet uncomfortably under Kibum’s heavy gaze. Kibum's breath hitched when he locked eyes with Jonghyun. Even from this distance, his chocolate brown eyes radiated warmth and care and Kibum felt himself drawn to them, wanting to get closer. But his feet were frozen to the floor. His heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn’t move.

Jonghyun kept his eyes on Kibum for a few more seconds, before his face broke into a genuine, large smile. It was so contagious that even Kibum in his frozen, panicked state was able to crack a small smile in response. And when Jonghyun waved excitedly at Kibum to come join him, he obeyed, his feet finally unsticking from the floor enough to let him walk towards Jonghyun, the woman, and the crowd of cameras surrounding them.

“Kibum!” Jonghyun pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing him for a good few moments before pulling away, but leaving his hands on Kibum’s shoulders as if he was taking in his presence. “How have you been? When was the last time we saw each other? Two years ago?”

Kibum was acutely aware of all the cameras clicking around him and the woman who had come with Jonghyun standing awkwardly to the side. But he tried to ignore all that and focus on Jonghyun in front of him. “Yeah, like two years I think. And I’ve been pretty good. I’m a senior journalist now,” he said nonchalantly with a shrug.

Jonghyun’s eyes widened and he squeezed Kibum into another hug. “Congratulations! You deserve that. Still at Weekly Spotlight?”

“Yes,” he responded, his voice strained by how tightly Jonghyun was hugging him. When he pulled away, this time completely, Kibum cleared his throat and asked, “What about you? How have you been?”

“Pretty good too! I was nominated, but you probably knew that since we ran into each other here,” he laughed lightly. “Remember when we came together the first time I was nominated? Gosh, that was so much fun.”

Kibum’s ears reddened at the memory, and he noticed the woman awkwardly looking around with her lips pursed beside Jonghyun. Attempting to break the ice, Kibum said, “Oh, you haven’t introduced me to your friend.”

Jonghyun stopped gazing solely at Kibum and snapped to attention, gently touching the woman’s shoulder beside him to bring her focus to the conversation. “This is Kim Taeyeon. She’s the feature on the album I’m nominated for.”

Taeyeon smiled kindly at Kibum and shook his hand. “So nice to meet you, Kibum. I’ve heard lots about you.”

Kibum couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. Jonghyun was talking about him? “You have?”

“Yes, of course,” she said pleasantly. She had a nice voice, Kibum noticed. “I met Jonghyun right after college. He loves talking about his friends.”

Kibum glanced over at Jonghyun who simply beamed, no embarrassment evident on his face. So it must be true. “Huh,” was all he said in response.

“Kim Jonghyun! Kim Jonghyun! Over here!”

Jonghyun’s bright smile fell a bit at the reminder of where they were. “Ah, I guess we should get going,” he said to no one. Taeyeon nodded and started walking ahead of him. But he hesitated a second longer with Kibum. It looked like he was searching for the words to say something, until finally, he said, “It was…really nice seeing you again, Kibum.”

Then he disappeared into the crowd.

Kibum stood unmoving, watching all the photographers and paparazzi previously around him flocking to the newest famous face on the carpet. He didn’t know what to make of that conversation. It seemed like Jonghyun was doing just fine. And Kibum knew practically nothing about his life. But his thoughts were cut short by Sooyoung rushing up to him, a wide smile on her face.

“Mr. Kim! I just interviewed IU!” she said excitedly, out of breath. “That was so cool!”

“Wow!” Kibum was impressed. IU was extremely famous and his mentee already managed to snag an interview with her. “Good job, Sooyoung. I told you this would be easy for you.”

“All thanks to your mentoring,” she said with a polite bow. “I think I’ll keep going and see who else I can talk to,” she said before spinning on her heel and zooming back into the crowd.

Kibum chuckled at her rookie excitement and realized that without Sooyoung, he really had nothing to do at this ceremony. With a deep sigh, he decided to just take his seat early and wait it out.

At last, the ceremony began. Kibum watched without really watching the hosts drone on and on and present the dozens of awards- until the undeniable urge to pee set in. He tried to ignore it, recognizing that his seat was in the middle of the row and he’d have to push past ten or so people to get to the aisle, but the urge grew and grew until it was unbearable. And so he stood up gruffly and squeezed past all the knees in the way while muttering I’m sorry’s until he reached the aisle and sped to the nearest bathroom.

After washing his hands, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He slicked his hair back and admired how nicely he had styled it, winking in the mirror and chuckling to himself at how handsome he looked in his new navy blue tux. It really did suit him, he thought as he smirked to himself and posed in front of the mirror.

Mid-finger guns pose, a stall door behind him opened suddenly, causing him to jump from the shock, almost slipping on the slightly wet floor. How did he not realize anyone else was in the bathroom? He cleared his throat, steadied himself on the sink countertop, and tried to look relaxed as he pretended to finish washing his hands, pointedly not looking up at the other person.

“Kibum?” a familiar voice called. Kibum turned to finally look at the person. It was Jonghyun, grinning at him from ear to ear again. He started washing his hands just as Kibum stopped to dry them. “Fancy seeing you here. Pretty cool now that there’s more privacy too.”

“Ah yes, the coolest place in this hall, the men’s bathroom,” Kibum replied sarcastically.

“You know what I mean,” Jonghyun rolled his eyes lightheartedly and laughed. “Crazy how we’ve bumped into each other twice tonight after two years of not seeing each other at all.”

“Yeah, it has been a while,” Kibum said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve missed the whole group.”

Jonghyun leaned against the opposite wall to Kibum, his arms crossed nonchalantly. He looked straight out of a drama in his well-pressed black suit. “Have you talked to the others? Minho maybe?” he said with a smirk. “I know you fought but you always had a soft spot for him.”

Kibum scoffed. “He’d be the last one I’d talk to if I had.”

Jonghyun’s smiled for a second before his face became pensive. Kibum studied it, the contours of his cheekbones, the way the stark bathroom light still shone beautifully on his radiant skin. They were both silent for a few moments, Jonghyun lost in thought. Then, “We should try to meet up.”

Kibum forced his eyes away from Jonghyun’s face. “Meet up?” he repeated, not really sure of what Jonghyun had said because of his staring.

“Yeah, let’s get the whole gang back together, even just for one night!” Jonghyun was excited now, waving his hands around animatedly. “I’m sure we can figure out a date that works for all of us.”

Kibum let the idea settle. Seeing Taemin, Jinki, Minho, and Jonghyun all together in one place again? It sounded like a lot of fun if he was being honest with himself. “Let’s do it,” Kibum smiled back.

Jonghyun pumped a celebratory fist in the air and said, “First let’s revive the dead group chat and figure out where everyone is.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his messages.

Kibum watched him for a few seconds before remembering, “Aren’t you needed out there or something? You were nominated, right?”

“Oh, man.” Jonghyun stuffed his phone into his pocket and checked himself in the mirror one more time before turning to Kibum again. “I’ll text everyone after the ceremony. I promise,” he said, each word weighted with sincerity.

“Okay,” Kibum managed to whisper out before Jonghyun rushed out of the bathroom and back towards his seat. Again left alone, Kibum rubbed his hands along his face. What on Earth was he doing? He was a senior journalist at Weekly Spotlight, one of the biggest magazine publishers in the country. He had a steady and decent income, two dogs he adored, and he was happy. He didn’t need to reopen this college chapter of his life, much less reconnect with an internationally famous singer.

But he wanted to. He was excited at Jonghyun’s idea of getting the roommates all back together, even if just for one night. Besides, there was no harm in catching up, right?

When the ceremony finished, after congratulating Sooyoung on her first job well done and driving back home, Kibum showered and got ready for bed, Comme Des and Garcons on his heels. He collapsed onto his bed, clean and soft from his shower, and pulled out his phone as if waiting for something. He distracted himself with social media for a few minutes before exhaustion forced him to give up on waiting and was about to shut off his phone before a notification from Jonghyun made him shoot up in bed and grip his phone tightly with excitement.

Jonghyun: hey guys! it’s been a while. where are you all? any chance we can meet up for dinner? i have a great barbecue place in mind~

Kibum smiled softly at Jonghyun’s tone. He really hadn’t changed at all after all these years. Kibum decided to be the first to respond and then finally go to sleep.

But Minho beat him to it.

Minho: You guys!!! I’ve missed you!!! I’m living in Seoul again- when’s good for you all?

Minho was in Seoul? Then why hadn’t he reached out sooner? The spiteful thought appeared in Kibum's mind before he responded normally:

Kibum: I’m in Seoul too. Weekends work for me.

Satisfied with his response, he finally shut his phone off and decided to get some sleep. He’d check on Jinki and Taemin’s responses the next morning. They couldn’t say no to Jonghyun. No one could. It was only a matter of time before they all met up.

. . .

“Kibum, you forgot your coffee.”

“Huh?” Kibum glanced up from his phone, his hand absentmindedly on the doorknob to his office, ready to open the door. “Oh, thanks, Seulgi,” he said, reaching over to her desk to pick up his usual cup of coffee. “Knock if I’m needed for anything.”

“Sure,” Seulgi said, one brow arched suspiciously.

But Kibum didn’t notice. He shut his office door behind him and returned immediately to his phone.

The previously dead group chat was now extremely overactive. He had fallen asleep waiting for a response from Taemin and Jinki and woken up to 276 unread messages. Taemin kept sending random reaction gifs to every text sent and now Minho was apparently trying to convince them all to watch the soccer game tonight. Did these people even have jobs?

But Kibum couldn’t hide his smile as he typed.

Kibum: I’m not scrolling up to read the 300+ messages you guys sent. Are we actually meeting up?

Jonghyun: yes!! we’re all in seoul so we decided on 6pm tomorrow at that place we ate at after graduation

Taemin: [smiling cat gif]

Kibum: Are you illiterate or something?

Taemin: [finger guns gif] Taemin: yes

Jinki: I’m just so happy to be seeing you all again

Minho: Nobody get there late, okay? Minho: Or else

Kibum: Or else what?

Taemin: or else i’ll eat all the food :P

Kibum: Over my dead body

Jonghyun: i’ll give you all my food if you want taeminnie

Taemin: see? at least SOMEONE on this chat cares about me

Jinki: We’ll make sure to order extra

Kibum: Okay but I’m not paying

Minho: Then don’t eat :D

Jinki: Why don’t we just split the bill?

Jonghyun: sounds like a good idea

Taemin: don’t forget my extra sides!

Kibum chuckled to himself, spinning around on his office chair like a giggling schoolboy. God, he missed his friends. But as much as he wanted to text them all day, a knock from Seulgi reminded him that he had to make money.

Sighing and putting the chat on mute, he called Seulgi in and started off the long day of work.

. . .

At last, Saturday arrived. Kibum adjusted the collar of his jacket and studied himself in the mirror one last time. This outfit should do, right? He fussed over the hem of his shirt a bit more before realizing he didn’t have to impress any of his friends and let out the anxious breath he had been holding in.

He was finally going to see them again after so long. Sure, he had made other friends and even dated here and there after college but none of those relationships reached the depth of what he had with his four roommates.

And he didn’t realize how much he had missed them until he saw them all casually sitting there at the restaurant.

“Kibum!” Jonghyun cheered, getting up from his seat to squeeze Kibum into a tight hug. His cologne smelled nice, like honey and flowers, Kibum noticed. “I was about to text you.”

Kibum had no time to react before Jonghyun let go of him and he was again swallowed by another pair of strong arms. “You’re late.”

“No, I’m on time,” Kibum mumbled into Minho’s hard shoulder. “Dude. How did you get even taller?”

Minho pulled back and smiled at Kibum. “Or maybe you just shrank.”

“My turn!” Suddenly, Taemin’s round face popped up in front of Kibum as he also hugged him impossibly tight. “I missed you!” Taemin said excitedly before letting go.

“Jinki, don’t tell me you’re also going to hug–”

Jinki swooped in after Taemin and hugged Kibum as well, patting him on the back encouragingly. “We’ve all just missed you so much,” he said when he pulled back, his voice strong and even just as Kibum remembered.

“So is this the punishment for being the last one to get here?” Kibum asked, picking the chair at the end of the table near Minho and Taemin and sitting down along with the others.

“Yes,” Jonghyun laughed. “You get squeezed to death with hugs.”

“So what are we ordering?” Taemin cut in, snapping open his menu.

“The bulgogi. Duh,” Minho said.

At the unanimous agreement, they waved the waiter over to order before Taemin added quickly, “Plus some drinks.”

Once the waiter left, Jonghyun started up the conversation. “So what have you all been up to? How come you’re all in Seoul? Last I heard, Minho, you were in the states or something.”

“Oh right,” Minho said, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I was coaching some kids there for a bit. But I moved back just this year.”

“This year?” Kibum arched one brow and glanced over at Minho. He was dying to ask from before, so he did, “How come you didn’t reach out?”

“How come you didn’t?” Minho snapped back.

“Okay, okay. Point taken,” Kibum said, lowering his gaze and taking a sip of whatever special cocktail he had ordered. It tasted too bitter, but whatever.

“Anyway,” Minho sighed, moving on. “I moved back just now and…I’m engaged.” He beamed brightly, watching the table’s reaction.

The friends erupted into loud cheering and exclamations. Jonghyun quite literally jumped out of his chair and rushed over to hug Minho. “Minho! Oh my God, congrats! That’s huge!”

“Congratulations, Minho!” Jinki said with a proud smile. “Who is it?”

“Gosh, she’s amazing, you guys. I can’t wait for you all to meet her,” Minho gushed, his features softening as he thought of his fiancée.

“We’re invited to the wedding, right?” Taemin asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Well, obviously. You’re already on the guest list. We’re thinking late November.”

“Congrats, Minho. I’m happy for you, really,” Kibum joined in. He took another sip of his horrible drink. “But I’m just a little shocked. I didn’t think you’d be the first of us to get married.”

Minho feigned offense; he understood that Kibum was just playing around. Gawking dramatically like he was supposed to, like he used to, he asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kibum stirred his drink around absentmindedly for the effect. “I just mean that out of all of us, you dated the least in college.”

“I was just waiting for a special person,” Minho responded with a soft smile.

“And I’m so glad you found her,” Jinki said with a sense of finality, ending that.

“Well I’m not getting married, but I do have a boyfriend,” Taemin interrupted, proudly smiling at the table. “Where are my congratulations?”

“That’s not as big of an accomplishment as a whole ass engagement, Taemin,” Kibum said with a light nudge at Taemin with his elbow.

“Well, still,” Taemin pouted. “I want you guys to meet him someday too.”

“This is great! It just gives us another excuse to meet up again,” Jonghyun said excitedly. He grabbed his drink and downed a bunch of it at once, smacking his lips playfully.

“Careful, Jonghyun,” Jinki said in a warning voice. “We’re not in college anymore.”

“But it feels like we are. It’s just like old times,” Jonghyun said, wrapping his arm around Jinki’s shoulder and pulling him close. “It’s like nothing’s changed.”

Jinki eyed Jonghyun with some concern but didn’t say anything. Luckily at that moment, the waiter came with their much-awaited bulgogi and Taemin’s jaw went slack when he saw it. They all immediately started eating, the occasional comments about how good it tasted floating around the table.

They continued catching up a bit here and there, and Kibum gave up on making his drink work. Kibum found out that Jinki was now a renowned musical actor and Taemin was an idol dance coach and choreographer. Minho was still coaching kids in soccer but his fiancée made enough money to support them both even if he decided to quit. And Jonghyun updated them on his upcoming new album.

“It’s a bit sadder than my past albums,” he said with his lips pursed and brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know why it turned out that way. And I still don’t even know if it’s complete but the PD is pushing for it to be done as soon as possible.”

“You’re the creative brains behind it. They should listen to what you have to say,” Minho said between bulgogi bites.

“I guess, but I still don’t even know what’s missing,” he said with a pout and dramatic sigh, thumping his forehead against the table.

“Oh, he’s out,” Taemin announced.

“He always forgets he’s a lightweight,” Jinki said, petting his hair gently.

“It’s because he’s so short,” Minho laughed heartily.

“What was that?” Jonghyun snapped his head up, glaring at Minho.

“Uh…” Minho’s eyes jumped around the table as he pleaded for help. Kibum just shook his head at him with a smile, Taemin continued eating, and Jinki kept petting Jonghyun’s hair. “Just that it’ll be a short amount of time before you find what’s missing for your album!” he tried. Kibum laughed at the pathetic attempt.

But it seemed to work on drunk Jonghyun whose features softened into a gracious smile. “Yes, Minho. I’m sure inspiration will strike soon,” he nodded to himself. Then he mumbled out, “I do have this one long-lost love I keep going back to when I write lyrics…”

“A love?” Taemin asked, his drink frozen halfway up to his mouth.

Kibum’s eyes widened in surprise as well. Jonghyun had a long-lost love that he didn’t know about?

Oh. They hadn’t talked for almost eight years. Of course, there were things in his life that he’d missed out on outside their four years of friendship in college. They weren’t even best friends anymore.

Jonghyun hiccupped and laughed in response. “It’s not important,” he said in a sing-songy voice. “It’ll never happen.”

“How mysterious,” Taemin said thoughtfully.

“Long-lost love?” Jinki asked gently. “What do you mean lost?”

At that Jonghyun started crying. He threw his head into his arms on the table and bawled loudly even as Jinki patted his back and whispered soothing things to him. “Guys?” Jinki asked the table. “Any ideas?”

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Minho suggested, putting his own drink down and waving the waiter over for the check. “We did a lot tonight. Plus we can always see each other again.”

“Of all of us, I did not think Jonghyun would be the one getting wasted,” Taemin said with a sigh.

“Did you change your ways after all those nights I’d have to bring you back home blackout drunk?” Kibum asked lightheartedly.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Taemin said, sticking his tongue out at Kibum playfully. “No thanks to you.”

“Speaking of,” Jinki interrupted, “What are we going to do with Jonghyun?” Kibum glanced over and saw that while his crying had calmed down a bit, he still had his head in his arms and was unresponsive to Jinki’s words. “I think it’s best if he stays with one of us tonight.”

“I can’t. The house is still being redone so we’re staying in a hotel room,” Minho shook his head apologetically.

Taemin also responded remorsefully. “I have a meeting early in the morning. I don’t think I’m the best one to take him in.”

“I can,” Jinki and Kibum said simultaneously. Kibum glanced over at Jinki with Jonghyun and was about to tell Jinki that he could take care of him that night if he wanted to when Jinki cut in first, “But Kibum lives closer, right? It’s probably easier for both of you if he just stays with you.”

Kibum studied Jinki. Why was he so quick to throw Jonghyun into Kibum’s responsibility? But Jinki just smiled at him warmly like he always did. Even if Jinki was up to something, Kibum knew he wasn’t getting anything out of his headstrong friend.

“Yeah, I live a few blocks away. He can stay with me,” Kibum finally said.

Jinki nodded appreciatively at Kibum and said soothingly to Jonghyun, “See? You’re going home with Kibum now. You’ll be okay.”

“Kibum?” Jonghyun sniffled, lifting his head up to look at Kibum through bloodshot eyes. “Okay,” he whispered, barely audible throughout the table.

A loud clap brought back their attention. “Okay!” Minho started. “Now that that’s settled, let’s get going.”

The group split the check and said their goodbyes, promising to keep in touch for real this time and update each other on the group chat. Minho even suggested weekly dinners or at least group calls together to stay connected. Kibum’s heart swelled with love for his friends as he hugged and waved them all goodbye.

All except for Jonghyun, who clung tightly to his arm as he wobbled beside Kibum.

“If I’d have known I would have to take you back this drunk, I wouldn’t have walked,” Kibum grumbled mostly to himself as he hoisted Jonghyun up higher so that he wouldn’t drag them both down onto the sidewalk. The night was surprisingly cool for August, a fresh breeze ruffling up their hair. Kibum recognized the flickering streetlight that meant he was a block away.

“Sorry,” Jonghyun mumbled into Kibum’s shoulder. Kibum could feel a smile pressing into his clothes.

“No, you’re not,” Kibum said with an eye roll. “I can feel you smiling. If you wanted to see my apartment so badly you could’ve just asked. No need to get so drunk.”

“You’ve been worse,” Jonghyun countered.

“Don’t make this about me,” Kibum t’sked disapprovingly. “Just because you’re a bit older doesn’t mean I can’t lecture you about drinking too much.”

When they reached his apartment building, Kibum dragged Jonghyun up through the elevator and through the hall to his door. He fumbled with the keys for a bit, Jonghyun still clinging to his arm helplessly until he found the right one and clicked the door open. Garcons and Comme Des immediately greeted him by jumping up on their hind legs and scratching up his pants. When they noticed that there was an unexpected guest, they ignored Kibum and crowded around Jonghyun, sniffing him up and down excitedly.

“Woah, since when do you have dogs?” Jonghyun asked, reaching down with wobbly hands to pet Garcons’ fluffy face.

“Since a few years ago.” Another thing they didn’t know about each other. Kibum swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in his throat and continued, “That’s Comme Des and that’s Garcons.”

“They’re so cute,” Jonghyun cooed, scratching Garcons behind his ears. “You’re so cute, aren’t you? Yes, you are, yes you are,” he said in a baby voice.

“Jjong, you can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch,” Kibum said, dropping his keys off in the bowl near the door and slipping off his shoes.

Kibum heard Jonghyun freeze, Garcons whining a little at the loss of affection. “Jjong. I forgot about that nickname.”

Kibum panicked. Maybe it had been too long. Or maybe Jonghyun didn’t like nicknames anymore now that he was insanely famous. It just slipped out. “Do you not like–”

“I love it,” Jonghyun said, standing up to look at Kibum. “I…missed it too. I missed you.”

Kibum felt some heat rush up his face. Probably from his finicky AC unit. “Well, Jjong, you take my bed. I’ll figure something out for myself here.”

“Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch or something,” Jonghyun said in a rush.

“I’m sure,” Kibum said with a sense of finality. “Now let me see if I can find you any pajamas that fit.”

He headed off to his closet to collect some pajamas for Jonghyun just as he heard him call out, “No, no it’s fine! I can sleep in these clothes, I promise.”

“Here,” Kibum said when he returned with a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tank top that hopefully fit him okay. “It’s fine, I never even really use these.”

“Thank you,” Jonghyun said with a small bow, taking the pajamas. Kibum guided him towards his room and instructed him to change before leaving the room. After a few minutes, he knocked on the door and entered when Jonghyun called out, “I’m done!”

Kibum’s eyes widened slightly with how well the pajamas fit on Jonghyun. The tank top that was big and loose on Kibum and made him look like a blob hugged Jonghyun’s chest perfectly, outlining the perfect shape of his body. His fans must go crazy with photoshoots, Kibum thought. He had to force his eyes up and clear his throat to say, “They look good on you. Comfy, I mean.”

Jonghyun simply nodded with a humble smile. “They are comfy.” Then he glanced over at Kibum’s bed to the side. “Are you sure I can’t take the couch?”

“I insist,” Kibum said, guiding and pushing Jonghyun down onto his bed. “You’ll sleep better here.”

“But what about you?” Jonghyun whined, pouting and looking up at Kibum with puppy-dog eyes.

“Stop that, you know it won’t work on me,” Kibum said, adjusting the comforter on Jonghyun so he was snug in bed.

Jonghyun dropped the act immediately. “Ugh, you’re right. Only Taeminnie can pull that off.”

Kibum patted the comforter all around Jonghyun and stood up with satisfaction. “Okay, now I’ll go get ready.” But just as he was turning around to do that, Jonghyun started giggling. Kibum spun back around, his hands on his hips as he asked, “What now?”

“Nothing,” Jonghyun said in between giggles. “Just go.” More giggles.

“I thought you had sobered up by now,” Kibum said with a deep sigh. “Just tell me. You have to be laughing for a reason.”

“Just–” He interrupted himself with more giggles and hiccups. “It’s kinda funny. It’s like we swapped.”

“Swapped?” Kibum sat down gingerly on the edge of his bed, waiting for Jonghyun’s giggle attack to pass. “What do you mean?”

“Remember when you asked me to marry you?”

“What?” Kibum cocked his head to the side, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You used to be the one getting wasted and I was sober,” Jonghyun said between giggles. “And one time you asked me to marry you if we were still single by the time we turned thirty.”

“Oh.” A vague flash of the memory appeared in Kibum’s mind. Taemin drunk. Text break-up. A beer bottle. Jonghyun’s warm shoulder.

“Do you not remember?” Jonghyun asked, his laughs subsiding now. He was serious. “You made me swear on it and everything.”

Soulmates. It all came to him in a rush. Kibum had said something about soulmates that night, too. How did Jonghyun even remember that though? “Let’s just sleep, okay?” Kibum said, standing up and ignoring the way his stomach twisted in on itself.

“Okay!” Jonghyun said, shooting Kibum a toothy smile and forgetting their conversation immediately. “Sweet dreams, Bummie.”

Now it was Kibum’s turn to freeze. He hadn’t heard that nickname in ages either, and it flooded him with warmth and nostalgia. He reached over to pet Jonghyun’s hair lightly and say, “Goodnight, Jjong.”

--END OF CHAPTER--

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