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seokgyuu · 9 months

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There is nothing worse than wanting what isn't yours. Sunghoon is your roommates boyfriend. He is also the one thing occupying your mind ever since you first laid eyes on him. And never would you have guessed that the feeling is mutual.

Pairing: Sunghoon x Fem!Reader (minor Jake x Fem!Reader)

Contents: Cheating!! I don't condone cheating in real life, but decided to have this be the main theme of this story, work of fiction!! be warned!, jake plays a big part, calls reader pretty girl, roommate is named yeri but pls don't picture rv yeri thats my baby ok? SMUT! MDNI

Smut Warnings: making out, dirty talk, usage of the words "sweetheart, "baby", "princess", "good girl", fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), creampie

wc: 3.7k

a/n: i know i said my first ever enha fic would be the heejayhoon fic but... here we are now. sunghoon has been on my mind too much and he needed to be let out, ok!! pls don't cheat on your partner ok, sunghoon is not doing things correctly here but oh well, what can we do. thanks for reading <3

It’s not fair, you think. How she gets to sit on his lap, how she gets to run her fingers through his hair. How right now his hands are on her hips and how he holds her so close to his body, his eyes following her every word. You wish you could tell him. How she has been seeing this other guy behind his back. Nothing physical, you think, but still. You wish you could go up and tell him she’s not being entirely faithful. But you can’t. It’s not fair.

She says something and he laughs and you finally turn away to grab the drink Jungwon has poured you ages ago. He is too busy talking to a girl you don’t know to notice you haven’t even taken the cup. You bring it to your lips, letting all of its contents run down your throat in one go. Maybe getting drunk is the only way you’ll survive this stupid ass party you didn’t even want to host in the first place.

“Slow down, pretty girl,” you suddenly hear a voice next to you and you almost choke. It’s Jake Sim, his best friend.

“What?” You put the cup back down and look at him with one brow raised. Jake chuckles, pushing a hand through his soft looking black hair.

“There is enough alcohol for everyone, no need to drown it all in one go.”

“Maybe I want to.” You challenge him with your eyes and he takes the hint, smirking as he grabs the bottle of vodka that's standing on the counter.

“I got you, pretty girl.”

Talking to Jake is fun. He is fun. He is also handsy. After five minutes of talking, he has his hand on your thigh, looking at you attentively as you tell him some story about you in middle school. You’re feeling hot all over, but it’s not because of Jake or his hand or the way he looks at you. It’s because of how he is looking over.

Park Sunghoon. Still with your horrible roommate on his lap, with his hands still on her waist, with her mouth so close to his ear you’re sure she’s saying the dirtiest things to him right now. But he is looking at you.

“How do you know Yeri?” Jake asks then, bringing you back.

“She’s my roommate,” you explain and take a sip from the drink Jake mixed for you earlier. His eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh! You are her roommate!” He grins, “I knew you looked familiar.”

“I did?” You wouldn’t have bet on Jake knowing who you are as much as you wouldn’t have bet on Sunghoon visibly being bothered by you talking to his best friend.

“Yeah. Sunghoon mentioned you before. Showed me your insta.” You can’t hide the surprise on your face.

“He did?” Jake chuckles again, leaning forward, his mouth almost as close to your ear as Yeri’s to Sunghoon’s.

“He mentioned you’re not that talkative. He also mentioned you like to look at him. And you know what I think? He enjoys it when you do.”

You hate your treacherous heart for beginning to beat quicker. Why would Jake say that? Wasn’t he hitting on you? Mentioning what Sunghoon liked or didn’t like - wasn’t this… counterproductive?

“Why- why would you tell me this?” You finally ask back, looking at Jake with wide eyes.

“Because,” he begins to explain, his hand wandering further up your thigh, making you gasp, “because I know that he likes looking at you, too. And I never liked Yeri. You seem much nicer than her.”

His breath is still hitting your neck. His touch is soft and while it should probably feel more sensual, it doesn’t. You realize his plan, realize that he is doing this because he knows Sunghoon is watching and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“If you let me kiss you now, he will for sure come find you later.”

In retrospect - maybe it was a bit naive of you to just let him kiss you. Or well, for you to kiss him as a response. He could have played with you, could have used the knowledge that you wanted Sunghoon to his benefit. Something about him, though, made you feel like you could trust him.

Jake is a good kisser. He knows where to put his hands and how to suck on your tongue in a way that doesn't feel like too much. He knows how to turn his head and how to make you crave more, knows exactly how to make it look believable - so believable, Sunghoon can’t concentrate on Yeri on his lap anymore, on how she kisses his neck and whispers things into his ear he’d normally eat up, things he would normally be excited to hear.

It’s not fair, he thinks. He’s not being fair. This has been going on for way too long. At this point he should just break up with Yeri as he had planned months ago. But he’s just a weak man and Yeri knows him too well. She’s not a good girlfriend and he’s not a good boyfriend, but never would he ever cheat on her. Or so he would like to think. Because right now? Looking at you on the other side of the room, your hands buried in Jake’s hair and his hand on your thigh, so far up it’s almost underneath your god forsaken skirt - he wants nothing more than to drag you into your bedroom and show you he’s better than Jake.

The thought scares him enough to stop Yeri in her motion and excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

“Wanna meet me in my room in five?” Yeri giggles in his ear when she’s off his lap and Sunghoon tightens his jaw.

“I think you should entertain your guests a little more before you leave to your bedroom.”

Yeri pouts up at him when he gets up.

“But Hoonie…,” he knows her antics, he knows them well enough, probably better than anyone. What normally would have worked right away, doesn’t this time. He shakes his head and just walks off, making a pit-stop in the kitchen to get some more alcohol in his system to survive the night.

Sunghoon knew it was bad, he was bad, when he walked into you in nothing but a short towel wrapped around your body two months ago. It had been totally out of his control - the way his body reacted to see you in your almost naked form, water dripping from your hair onto your shoulder, over your collarbone and down your chest. You suddenly became so much more than before. He had found you cute before. Cute and funny and nice. Never had he seen you as anything but his girlfriend’s roommate. You and Yeri weren’t even really friends, more like in need of each other. Yeri’s old roommate had moved in with her girlfriend and so the room became vacant. You were the first one to apply and stayed. This had been six months ago.

And now? Now Sunghoon feels more drawn to you than he had ever felt to Yeri and it drives him crazy. That is why he is drowning two shots of tequila in the kitchen with Jay and Jungwon and that is why he practically hides behind the door frame to watch you and Jake make out. He knows it’s not fair to be jealous. He also knows he probably shouldn’t watch the way Jake is kissing you, the way you are kissing Jake, because all it does is make his body burn.

He finds himself wondering what you taste like. If you like the way Jake tastes. He’s pathetic. Pathetic and a horrible boyfriend. Sighing, he finally moves to the bathroom, glad to see there is only a small line he has to wait in. Crossing his arms, he leans against the wall, trying to forget the visual of you and Jake but failing miserably. Maybe he should have told Yeri to meet him in her bedroom after all. He could have taken his pathetic jealousy out on her. Just fuck her until he forgot. Imagine it was you instead.

“Jesus, look at those two,” a voice rips Sunghoon out of his thoughts and he turns his head - immediately regretting his decision.

It’s Jake and you and he has you pushed against the wall right next to the kitchen, kissing you hard and you kiss him back, hands on his nape and Sunghoon feels like the universe is out to get him tonight. Why the fuck would you follow him outside? Why couldn’t you have stayed in the living room, why-

He stands up straight again.

You followed him outside. You are making sure he sees you.

Sunghoon doesn’t have a coherent thought left in his brain. His legs carry him to you and Jake, squeezing through people he doesn’t know and then he is right there, his hand landing on Jake’s shoulder, squeezing hard.

“Heeseung is looking for you.” He says with a blank face and Jake parts from you, needing a few seconds to realize what’s going on. The moment he recognizes Sunghoon, he has to try really hard to suppress a smug smile.

“And that can’t wait? Kinda busy here, mate,” Jake raises his brows. Sunghoon’s jaw tightens once more.

“No. Said it was urgent. Better look for him.”

The apartment isn’t that big. There is a kitchen that’s separate from the living room that does house a good number of people. Jake has just seen Heeseung there. Talking to some red-head and most definitely not looking for him. Grinning after all, Jake nods and turns his head to wink at you quickly before finally taking off.

“So,” Sunghoon starts, eyes traveling from the back of Jake’s head to you, “Jake, huh?”

There is no chance in hell you can respond to him. In all honesty, you hadn’t really believed Jake’s plan would work out. Sunghoon getting jealous and stopping you from making out? When Yeri is right there? It seemed absurd. Apparently, though, it wasn’t.

The surprise on your face is clear as day and Sunghoon scoffs, shaking his head.

“Is this how you want to get my attention, sweetheart? By making out with my best friend?”

Sweetheart.

“I- I didn’t-,” it’s no use. Both of you know exactly why you had kissed Jake, why you had followed him into the hallway.

“You didn’t, hm? Didn’t mean to kiss Jake? Didn’t kiss him just to make me jealous? Or what?”

He’s so close to you now. Too close, if you think about it. What if someone sees you? Sees your roommate's boyfriend this close to you at her own party?

“Sunghoon, I really don’t-,” you try again, but this time Sunghoon’s hands grab your waist as he pushes himself closer to you, your breath hatching in your throat.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I can see it in your eyes. Fuck, I can see it in your eyes everytime I’m around. You want me, just admit it.”

Your skin is burning where he is touching you. His eyes are staring into yours and you wish with all of your being he wasn’t who he was.

“I can’t. I- I don’t want you, Sunghoon, you’re not mine to want.”

Your words reach his ears but they don’t make sense even though they should. Looking around, Sunghoon grabs your wrist and drags you to your bedroom, holding out his hand.

“Keys, I know you locked it.”

You stare up at him, lips trembling, knowing better than to give in.

“Sunghoon-,”

“Give me the keys, Y/N.”

The way he says your name has your knees growing weak. Swallowing, you let your hand slip into the pocket of your sweater, handing the waiting man what he had asked for.

Without a word Sunghoon unlocks and opens the door, pulling you inside behind him, hoping to god no one paid you any mind. Once the door behind you shuts, you feel your back hit it, feel Sunghoon’s breath on your face, his hands back on your hips, the look in his eyes wild and angry and so full of want it almost causes you to whimper.

“Do you want me to be yours to want?” He asks with a raspy voice and his fingers dig into your flesh.

“Does it matter?” You reply quietly.

“If it didn’t I wouldn’t ask you, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that.” You immediately say, your thighs pressing together traitorously. Sunghoon catches your movement and he lets out a breath.

“Why? You like it?”

He is so close to you. So fucking close. You could count every single mole and freckle on his face if only you had the strength to look at him for longer than two seconds.

“Sunghoon, please. Y-You’re Yeri’s boyfriend.”

“That doesn’t stop you from staring at me whenever I’m here, does it?” It’s wrong. He knows it and so do you, but it just feels too good. His hand moves from your waist down, sliding in between your thighs to part them. You gasp, eyes widening when you feel his fingers trailing up your thigh.

“I- I am not- I would never, Sunghoon!”

It’s a light touch, but it’s right there on that one sensitive spot on your inner thigh. Sunghoon bathes in the way you look, the way your breath hitches when he touches you.

“Yeah? What was that, baby?”

“‘Am not staring at you!” You try to shoot daggers at him through your eyes, but all that reaches him are silent pleas to touch you more.

“Is that right?” Sunghoon leans forward, his free hand now cupping your cheek, thumb softly caressing your face.

“Not staring at me, hm? Not wishing it was you on my lap instead of Yeri, no?”

“No! Of course not, I-,” you gasp again when he moves his hand further up.

“Stop lying to me, baby. Please, I need you to be honest, need you to tell me how much you want me.”

His voice is deep and his begging almost brings you to your knees. While the rational part of you tells you to push him away, the irrational part tells you to stay right where you are.

“I- what about Yeri, Sunghoon?” Your hands find place on his chest and he bites down on his lip, softly shaking his head.

“I’ll break up with her. I promise, princess. I just need you to tell me exactly what’s on your mind, please?”

I’ll break up with her, the words echo in your head over and over. You should think about this more, you know you should. And yet…

“You- You are, Hoon, you are always on my mind.”

“Fuck, princess, tell me more. What am I doing in your mind?” His nose touches yours and the hand that was on your cheek moves down to your neck, a shiver running down your spine.

“Doing everything you do to her… to me.”

“Keep going.” His instructions are clear, but with the way his hand has now reached your throbbing core, with how his fingers glide over your soaked panties, feeling just how fucking wet you are for him, you don’t even know how to say your own name.

“You kiss me, not her. You… touch me, not her.” The words stumble out of your mouth and Sunghoon breathes them in, his cock hard against his jeans as he lets his fingers push your panties to the side, feeling your warm and soft folds right then against his skin. He groans, head falling onto your shoulder.

“Shit, you’re so wet, baby, fuck.”

You whimper when he finds your clit with his thumb and you would have landed on the floor, if his arm hadn’t wrapped around you just then.

“Sunghoon…,” you breathe out, but he just shakes his head, kissing the side of your neck.

“Am I touching you like this in your mind, baby? Am I making you this wet?”

As if to accompany his words, he pushes one finger into you and you cry out, hands fisting the material of his shirt.

“G-god, yes, just- just like this, Hoon.”

He’s dizzy, you are making him dizzy. Your smell and the way you feel around his finger, your voice dripping in pure lust, it’s about to drive him fucking insane.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbles before finally kissing you, his lips devouring you like starved man, a moan escaping and landing in your mouth. Every bit of composure that might have been there a second ago is now gone. Your arms wrap around his neck as he continues pushing his finger in and out of you, your small whimpers getting caught by his busy lips.

Sunghoon thinks you’re like a drug. Now that he’s got a taste, he can’t stop, he can’t get enough. He licks into your mouth to taste more of you, pushes another finger into your sopping pussy to prep you for his cock that is aching behind his pants. There isn’t much time, he knows someone will notice if he’s gone too long.

“Been dreaming of this, Hoon, need you so, so bad.”

Your whispered words are like a prayer to Sunghoon. He moans against your lips and wraps both of his arms around you now, your cunt feeling so empty without him all of a sudden. You cry out when he puts you down on your bed and kisses you again, his hands busy getting your panties off your body, leaving your pussy bare for him to dive back into with his fingers.

He kisses you again, his tongue circling around yours, his lips hot and red and perfect against your own. Nimble fingers slip underneath his shirt, caressing his soft skin as your hips move against him, his fingers even deeper inside of you at this angle. You whine into his mouth and Sunghoon bites down on your bottom lip.

“Gotta have you, baby, gotta fuck you, yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

He rids himself of his jeans and boxers, pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free, his eyes taking in your body, your face, the way you look wanting him. How many nights had he wished it was you underneath him? Cursing under his breath, he pushes you further up the bed, your head landing on the pillow behind you, gaze wide as you watch him lean forward, his soft brown hair falling into his face. He doesn’t waste any time, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with you, easily slipping into your wet heat.

“Kiss me.” You whisper and Sunghoon’s eyes fly open, sinking into your further as he leans forward, his lips catching yours in a sensual kiss. Your legs almost automatically wrap around his waist, helping him to completely sink into you. Moans are exchanged between the two of you and your fingers grab Sunghoon’s hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss his neck. He hisses, hips beginning to thrust into you, your tongue lapping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect around me, sweetheart. Never had a pussy better than this.”

He grabs your hand and pins it over your head, eyes wild as he stares down at you, his hips beginning to move mercilessly, cock hitting you right where you need him to. It takes everything in you not to scream for him, your eyes rolling back and your back arching, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.

“Hoon, am already close,” you admit with your face hot and Sunghoon moans once again, letting his head fall down, back between your shoulder and neck, kissing your skin.

“Yes, baby, want you to cum on my cock.”

It’s true. He doesn’t think he has ever wanted something as much as this. His words are like a spell, your pussy clenching over and over again as your orgasm erupts you, making you cry out in pleasure, your hands flying to the his back, hips moving rapidly against him, basically fucking yourself on his cock through your orgasm and Sunghoon feels like he is about to pass out.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me, fuck.”

He kisses you again, lust and want mixed with desperation as he continues to chase his high, twitching inside of you, your walls tight and warm around his hard cock. If he could, he would fuck you for another six hours, but he knows tonight is not the night for that. Fuck, he’s gonna need to get you a new apartment, he needs to get you as far away from Yeri as he possibly can.

“Want you to cum in me, Sunghoon, please, make me yours, fill me up, please.”

Black and white dots appear in front of his eyes when you whisper these words in his ear and he can’t do anything but have your wish be his command. He curses your name once, twice - then he cums, thick stripes of white filling your awaiting pussy, the feeling of being filled by him getting you over the edge a second time. You can’t help the loud moan this time, can’t help clawing your fingers into his skin underneath his shirt. He rides out his orgasm and your legs fall off his waist, overstimulation hitting you and making you whine, Hoon kissing your neck and your cheek and finally your lips as he pulls out, quick to part from you again to look at how pretty your pussy looks filled with his release.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I could look at this forever,” he mumbles, sinking down to push two fingers inside you, stuffing his cum back in. You gasp in surprise.

“Park Sunghoon!”

He laughs, looking up at you with his bangs hanging in his face.

“Need to make sure it stays where it belongs, princess.”

Sunghoon breaks up with Yeri the next day. He takes you apartment hunting an hour later. Safe to say Jake’s plan worked out. And he won’t ever let you hear the end of it.

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mingsolo · 3 months

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awful summer nights

wonwoo x reader (f) / angst, romance, friends to lovers, smut / warnings: alcohol mentions, cursing, unprotected sex, that's it I think, pretty light / wc: 5k — r: 21+

For most people, the hot air of mid June, when the sun was high and its rays shone bright almost all day long, was certainly a blessing.

Certainly not for you.

Exhausted, despite not having done much all morning, you stretch out. Laying on the fluffy rug in your room, the fan on maximum power makes your hair blow up in all directions. You wish nothing more than for the sun to go to the other side of the planet. Also, the heat is making your mind dizzier, not letting you think straight about what happened earlier in the day. You take your phone and see the text message again, as you have been doing all morning:

‘See you tonight, I have something for you.’

“Jeon Wonwoo, you idiot.” you curse under your breath. He had been away the past weeks, barely responding to your texts. He didn’t mention where he was going or what for, and you got angry at yourself for thinking he was obliged to tell you.

A new text interrupts your thoughts. Glancing over it quickly thinking it could be another message from Wonwoo you feel guilty for being slightly disappointed it’s from Yeri, your best friend, and the host for tonight’s party.

“Come down! We're going shopping.” Yeri’s text it’s followed by a picture of her leaning against her brand new pink convertible’s door, flashing a full teeth smile and her fingers framing her small face. You scoff, texting her back that you’ll be there in a minute. With the little energy you have, you put on your shoes and leave the apartment.

“Well damn, look at this!” you say, passing Yeri by and hopping straight into the shiny pink car. You have seen pictures of it already, since she sent everyone at least fifty of them from all angles, but seeing it up close was obviously more impactful. “This is Barbie's car! everyone will be looking as you pass by on this thing” you raved, hopping in and feeling the leather seats against your bare legs.

“That’s the point sweetie,” Yeri smiles, getting in the driver's side and putting on her sunglasses. You laugh with her, feeling the excitement to ride on her new toy, but while Yeri is busy fixing her hair on the front mirror before getting going, your mind wanders back to Wonwoo.

You are head over heels in love with him and you shouldn’t. That wasn’t the deal.

At the mall, you continue to drag your feet, wiping away the sweat over your brows thanks to the open roof, letting all the sunrays land on the top of your head. Yeri on the other hand seems fresh as a daisy, coming in and out of all clothing stores, not quite finding what she is looking for.

“Yeri, the party is today, I can’t believe you don’t have an outfit ready yet” you grunt, finally sitting on a bench inside one particular store, facing the summer sets on display.

“Of course I have mine ready, I chose it like a month ago” she answers, picking out a dress from one of the racks.

You arch your browns confused. “So we here on your birthday, looking for random outfits”

“No silly, this outfit is not for me” she interrupts you with the biggest smile ever, holding against her body a baby blue crop spaghetti dress, adorned with white flowers. “It’s for you.”

“Huh?.” you shove away the dress as she hands it over for you to try it on. “I’m not wearing that.” you refuse, now being dragged to the changing room.

“Come on! a gift for me, you will look so pretty!” she pouts and nags, using her baby voice that annoys you as much as it makes you soft for her. “There’s no way you will show up at my party in a t-shirt and shorts” she huffs, arching her eyebrow knowing exactly that’s what you were planning on doing.

“I already bought you a gift you know, besides what’s wrong with shorts, it’s hot!”

“Yeah, and this dress is pretty, lightweight and short! So no excuses, try it on.” She pushes you behind the curtain of the dressing booth and waits for you.

Defeated you do as told. Just because it's her birthday you can’t refuse letting her get away with this. And what is wrong with looking cute for once, if it’s to please your best friend on her special day? You tell yourself as Yeri hops behind you, you look in the mirror, surprised and scandalized at how good you look with such a short skirt and prominent cleavage.

“Well take it!” She signs, getting out of the changing room with an ear to ear smile.

“Fine.” you sigh, not really mad about it at all.

Fuck this heat.

You huff and puff, wiping away the drops of sweat from your forehead, again. You stand across the street from where the party is taking place, on the other side in full bloom. Music blasting loudly as far as two blocks away, hanging lights illuminating every window, from the first floor to the rooftop. You spot friends of Yeri and other familiar faces coming in and out of the main entrance, everyone seemingly enjoying themselves despite being under the humid weather.

Pressing the gift against your chest, you breathe in and out again for the last time before walking towards the party. The other gift, your outfit— was awkwardly revealing, but it helped let the air ease the heat against your skin.

As soon as you step in from the stone tiled floors of the entrance, you see it’s even more crowded with people than you could imagine. Seemingly half city was here and you got anxious just knowing you had to walk in the middle of all these people. You make your way between the sweaty skin of everyone you pass by, pushing your way to the stairs desperately wanting to reach the upstairs patio.

The stairs are also fully crowded by people coming down or like you, wanting to go up to the second floor. You press yourself against the walls to let people pass you, avoiding as much as possible to come in contact with anybody. The sensation of others touching your exposed skin was a hard pass in your book.

When you finally reach the second floor, you walk straight to the big balcony. With a final shove you get to the patio doors and find with relief that there’s just a few people outside. Your eyes look for Yeri or another of your friends, desperate to find a familiar face. But definitely not that face. Just not yet.

“Y/n!” The squeaky voice of an already tipsy Yeri greets you from the other side of the patio, coming towards you with open arms. “My god you look too good!” your friend says loudly, making you spin over your heels, modeling the perfectly crafted outfit for her.

“You do look great Y/n, like a doll.” the voice of Dami, another of your good friends, reassures Yeri’s statement.

“I told you Dami! She should let me dress her more often” Yeri smiles again, taking a drink from one of the waiters and handing it over to you. You roll your eyes and just let her praise you, or more so herself about how good you look.

As Yeri and Dami begin catching you up with who and what’s going on in the party so far, a shiver goes down your spine, feeling a familiar intense stare on the back of your neck. Instinctively you turn over your shoulder, spotting Wonwoo looking at you— and also a girl you didn’t know speaking enthusiastically to him, arm intertwined with his. You look away immediately, trying to catch up with what your friends were saying.

“Stop, I’m not your barbie,” you shove Yeri’s hand off from pinching your cheek, and take a sip of your drink. With your free hand you put the gift on her hands. “Happy birthday again, here’s for another year keeping up with your shenanigans.” you say, kissing her cheek with a loud smack.

Yeri squeaks and thanks you again, not before reassuring that the best gift is that you look so pretty today. You brush over her compliments, awkwardly trying not to spin thanks to the short length of your dress, but trying not to think much of it. You did look good after all, and it made you feel nice that people were noticing.

“Y/n, you ok?” Dami asks with narrowed eyes.

“I’m fine, is just the heat… it’s making me dizzy”

“Y/n doesn’t stand the heat,” Yeri pouts, “Sorry for being born this time of the year.” She mimics crying, and you push her lightly.

“I’m going to freshen up, walking between all the people made me kinda nauseous.”

“Want help?.” Dami asks.

“I’m fine Dam, just wait for me here, please don’t get lost or I will never find you again.”

You excuse yourself and walk towards the door, looking for the upstairs bathroom, glancing over Wonwoo quickly again— watching as he hasn’t shaken off the girl from his arm. You try not to mind it, getting away from the patio. As soon as you reach the bathroom you close the door behind you.

Who could be that girl? And why is she clingling over him? You shake your head. You have no right to be thinking this way. You swore that you wouldn’t be that girl. Getting jealous over him, as if he was your boyfriend. When he is not.

What Wonwoo and you had was a friendship, arranged with certain special terms, for those days when both of you were in need of a certain type of company. “Fuck buddies.”, Yeri concluded when you finally confessed to her that Wonwoo and you occasionally slept together without compromise. “Yeah, fuck buddies.” you sighed at the time, realizing that’s not what you really wanted.

But it was too late now to tell him you needed more from him, that you wanted him to be yours only. He had told you when all of this started, that if someday one of you got serious with someone, that was it, no hard feelings or resentment. And you have agreed, that was the deal. Now that you thought he might find that someone to be serious with, it was more painful than you thought it would be. They’re just talking, you don’t even know if she’s with him, you tried to calm yourself, but it wasn’t working.

It's just that, you really were so afraid of losing him. These kinds of relationships never work out once someone backs up. The friendship won't be the same as it was, and it pained you that it couldn’t be more than that either.

After splashing water over your face and cleaning the sweat over your skin, you take the phone from your purse and look again at the message from this morning. ‘See you tonight, I have something for you.’ Maybe the text wasn’t even for you in the first place. Your chest tightens. Trying to forget about the whole thing, you decide to just get a drink or two and leave, there were so many people that Yeri wouldn’t even notice anyway.

Before getting out you decide to delete the message to avoid looking at it again and again, when three dots appear on the screen below it. Your eyes are wide open, glued to the screen. Waiting.

Wonwoo’s eyes get fixated on your back as soon as you make your way to Yeri and Dami. God damn Yeri, I swear. The birthday girl smirks at him once she notices him watching. He would have to thank her later for having you come dressed like this, knowing she did it to get to his nerves intentionally.

“Y/n doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s fuck bud, so you if you want her to be with you for real, better buckle up.” Yeri had practically threatened him over text when she knew about the arrangement between the two of you. Wonwoo wasn’t really mad that you told her about it, you were best friends and he knew Yeri could be very intuitive, and persuasive. “I know, I know…” Wonwoo texted her back. He wanted to be more than that to you as well, but he didn’t know how or when to tell you. “What if she doesn’t want this to change?” He asked.

“Tonight, tell her and find out.” Yeri then told him she was choosing your outfit for the party, letting him know he was completely ruined. And hell, he was.

He can’t avoid getting fuzzy at the sight of the very short skirt barely covering your ass. How the thin straps of your dress lay onto your collarbones and tiny drops of sweat covers your chest. A drop or two roll past your cleavage.

Well fuck me. He swears to himself, as you spin on your feet per Yeri’s request showing a little of what’s underneath your dress. He notices the people checking you up shamelessly and his blood boils with a possessive feeling that makes him groan slightly under his breath. Wonwoo shook his head. She’s not yours. He didn’t like it, thinking of you as a possession. Yet the thought was present so often lately.

By his side, Jeonghan is ranting about something loudly, making his already drunk sister laugh uncontrollably. She clings over his arm as she has done since he got up here, and tells him something he can’t really pay attention to.

For a moment you glance over his direction, as just as quickly you look away. He gulps down the knot on his throat and wishes Jeonghan’s sister wasn’t tied up with his arm. She’s a nice girl but is so drunk already, so he tries to softly unlink their arms but she is not letting him, and he doesn’t want to shove her off just like that. Wonwoo shoots glances at Jeonghan trying to make him take the hint and take his sister away, but he is just as drunk or even more so, and even if he was sober he would make him suffer anyway.

His eyes are locked again on the back of your neck. Seeing how you sip on your drink cautiously. Then you give Yeri something and kiss her heartily. Wonwoo smiles. The love for your friends is always showing. He likes to think he is one of them. He knows he is, unless your situation changes that for you. He needed to ask, he needed to know.

Just as he is about to politely shove Jeonghan's sister off and walk towards you, Wonwoo watches you tell something to Yeri and Dami and quickly sprinting off the patio, glancing over at him before disappearing inside.

“Sorry, I gotta go.” He finally and firmly takes Jeonghan sister's arm off him and walks between people trying to reach you before you decide to leave for good.

Wonwoo notices you entering the bathroom, closing the door behind you. He sighs relieved. At least he knows there’s only one way for you to get out there, so he’ll wait so you can go to a place without people, and talk. His right hand goes to the inside of his pocket, toying with the contents inside, for a moment he is hopeful.

About ten minutes later anxiety takes the best out of him. He thinks of calling you, but decides on texting you instead, hoping you decide to come out and talk to him.

“Are you alright? I’m outside.”

You read the message a few times not knowing what to respond to. Why?. Wasn't he accompanied now?. You type in a response, but keep deleting what you write over and over. If he’s outside the door, what's the point?. You sigh out loud, nerves and anticipation eating you alive. It’s better if you just come out and talk, he surely wants to tell you about the girl and settle things over.

Yeah, it’s better to deal with this quickly.

As soon as you open the door you meet his eyes a few feet from where you stand. Wonwoo is leaning against the upstairs. A soft smile draws on his face when he sees you. You try to smile back normally but you only manage to make a weird grin that makes you want to throw yourself down the stairs.

“Hi,” he whispers with that low tone you know so well. “You look amazing.” He twitches trying not to look so much down over your outfit, or the lack of it.

“Thanks, you too.” you mumble, heart thumping feeling Wonwoo’s dark eyes over your body, despite trying not to.

“Are you alright?,” He asks again, sensing something is wrong because your eyes are kinda puffy and you can’t smile back like you always do.

You breathe in softly, gaining courage. “Can we go downstairs, where there’s less people?.” Wonwoo hums and nods in response, taking your hand and leading you through the sea of people down the stairs— trying not to let anyone touch you too much. Your heart beats so fast that is the only sound you can focus on, despite the loud music blasting in the house. Quickly, he finds an empty corridor, away from all the people at the party in the main halls.

“What happened?,” He says first, back leaning onto the corridor walls. “I can tell you are upset.”

“Uhm, it’s nothing.”

He gets closer. “Your eyes are all big and shiny like when you cry or are about to.”

He knew you too well. And it was making you feel worse about what you saw upstairs. Just ask him. Get this over with. “Wonwoo, is there something you want to tell me about?.”

Wonwoo seemed confused, watching you look away at him, your shoulders stiffening. “Is there something in particular that you want me to tell you?.”

You sigh, getting frustrated.

“Is it about where I have been the past week?.”

“No! Well, yeah, that too.” you frown, remembering he went away to God knows where for a week and didn’t tell you about it, you had to find out by texting him, receiving a “I'm out of town.” in response. “Who’s your friend from upstairs?”.

Wonwoo sighs, a faint smile on his lips.

“Just tell me. ” You swallow the lump in your throat. “Just tell me if this is it, I promise I won’t make things difficult for you.”

Wonwoo leans forward, so close that it sends shivers down your spine. Then he makes you jolt as he wraps his hands around your waist, tugging his chin on the space between your neck and shoulder. “What are you doing?.” you say, not really moving or pushing him out.

“She’s Jeonghan's sister ,” He tightens the grip around your waist, facing you again, “Why would I be here with anyone else if I told you I wanted to give you something tonight?” He couldn’t deny being amused that you were jealous over some girl he just met. But again, that’s the confirmation he needs to know that you want him as much as he wants you to be his only.

You look at him confused and hurt, watery eyes about to burst out with tears. “What do you mean? you were hanging onto her.”

“Nuh-uh, she was hanging onto me,” He smiles, “You know Jeonghan can be an asshole if he wants to, and he just shoved her to me hoping she wouldn’t bother him too much.” Wonwoo felt bad talking of Jeonghan’s sister as if she was a thing, but the reality was that as soon as you entered the rooftop patio looking so radiant, he forgot the name she had given to him minutes prior.

“I’m not jealous,” you press your hand over his chest, trying to push him off, but with so little strength he is not buying it. “I shouldn’t be, right? We are not together.”

Wonwoo hums, slightly hurt from your words. But it was true, you were not yet together.

“Come with me, this hallway is not where I want you to have what I got for you.” You frown, as Wonwoo takes your hand and leads you back between the sea of people until you both are outside by the back door of the house.

You look up to the rooftop, spotting Yeri and the rest of your friends laughing vividly and having a great time. The rest of the people spreaded outside the house, drinking and talking, seem to pay no mind to you two. Wonwoo passed between some bushes, leading to a stone tiled path to the back garden, two little guest bungalows at the back. Yellow lights inside of them.

Wonwoo takes out what seems like a key, and enters the one at the right side. You follow behind him, eyes wide open.

“How do you have a key for this?.” you ask him as he closes the door.

“I asked Yeri to get it for me.”

“Huh?, Yeri?” you were confused asking yourself if your best friend was with Wonwoo on this scheme of making you feel jealous over Jeonghan’s supposed sister or what was happening. “Wonwoo!.”

Wonwoo shushes you, which annoys a little, but you get distracted by him placing you in the seat of the couch inside the bungalow’s small living room, sitting in front of you. He then takes out a little black velvet box from his pocket, opening in front of you.

You look at what’s inside, taking out a shiny silver necklace. Your favorite charm hanging on it. This was the same necklace you had as a child, that you lost on a trip overseas with your parents on your high school graduation. You remember telling Wonwoo on one of those nights in his apartment, lying beside him, how much you missed having it. Sadly it was custom handmade and the little jewelry store that made them had closed long before you had lost it.

Your mouth hangs open as you admire the form of the charm, identical as you remembered it. “Wonwoo… How did you find the exact one?.”

“I know how much this charm means to you, so I looked out for the owner of the store,” He said, as he took the necklace and turned you over to put it across your neck. “I just described it to him in detail just as you told me, and he remembered exactly what it was, I just had to wait until he was done to come back.”

“Wonwoo!” you jumped out as he finished hooking the clasp of the necklace and hugged him tightly.

“I wanted to tell you something tonight,” Wonwoo buried his head on your neck again, brushing it with his lips softly. “You are the one for me, I don’t want anyone else.”

You close your eyes, letting his scent envelop you, both arms wrapped around his shoulders firmly. His lips brush against your skin as he speaks, you feel a shiver down your spine, letting his words sink into your mind.

Wonwoo doesn’t need you to say you feel the same, cause he knows. He‘s pressed against you, and you could feel him. His love, his desire, his passion. But this time it's slightly different from the before, because he doesn’t rush things out, he stays still and lets himself be embraced by you. After a moment, you slowly break the hug and look him in the eyes, dark gaze glossy of adoration. And you know yours are the same. He leans and traces soft pecks over your shoulder blades. “I’m sorry I was away,” He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You let out a sigh, feeling your chest tighten by realizing he had gone to get this for you, but with your heart blooming inside you started crying softly. You smiled and he did it too, eyeing your lips until he pulled you into a kiss. His hands slowly go down from your waist to the side of your legs, finding a path under your short skirt.

“Wonwoo,” you hum against his lips. This was Yeri’s party after all and someone could come at any minute.

“The little devil would kill me if I let you go right now, you think she gave me these keys just so we could talk?.” A lustful smile drawn on his lips, reading your mind. “The door is locked, and you must know how good you look in this outfit.”

You put your hands on his chest, breaking apart from his face to ask him about what he just said. “Do you love me?.”

Wonwoo paused his movements for a second, realization hitting him hard. Your pleading eyes about to cry out again, this time a different kind of tears waiting to roll down your cheeks.

“I do love you,” He breathes, pushing himself against you. Hurried hands run along your waist and down the curves of your ass, his fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. “I love you so fucking much.”

You then kiss him again, this time roughly, as he grabs you by your tights and lifts you until you wrap your legs around him. Without breaking the kiss he walks over the room at the back of the bungalow. Brownish curtains reflect the yellow light from inside. Wonwoo turns around and sits on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap. You kept kissing him, hands messing his perfectly styled hair. He's going to undo his belt, and when that’s gone, his fingers are back on your clothed heat, brushing a finger along your already wet center.

“Can’t believe you thought I could be interested in somebody else.” Wonwoo’s voice sounds huskier than usual, pride fueling his lust over your little jealousy. “No fucking way someone else make me look away from you.”

You buck your hips against his crotch, feeling the hardness of his length. You break the kiss and quickly remove Wonwoo’s shirt and throw it away. Knowing exactly what he wants to do, you lift your hips a little, giving him access to your center. Wonwoo brushes his fingers once more, palming you over you for a while, and easily sliding two fingers inside you. A moan, and then soft whimpers come from you as his fingers begin rubbing your clit. Both stop kissing, just looking at each other as he finger fucks you with a fast pace. Your hips roll against his hand, and he can’t look away from how your eyes get heavy lidded, and you try hard not to close them. With his free hand Wonwoo pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts and he begins kissing them. You throw your head back, the pleasure of his hot tongue rolling over your sensitive nibs and the noises he makes with his mouth as he bites and licks are driving you insane.

Wonwoo’s fingers keep sliding in and out of you and the stimulation is almost bringing you to the edge, you only resisting the urge to come because you are desperate for him to fuck you properly. Again, he seems to read your mind because next thing he’s removing his fingers, making you whine by feeling the sudden emptiness. He stands up, moving you gently, even if he wants to be as rough as he can be.

Once he’s standing up, he bends you over the bed, putting you on hand and knees. He pulls your drenched panties down until they reach your feet and throws them away. He undo the buttons of his pants first and massages the curve of your ass for a second before aligning himself with your entrance.

“This view.” He groans, licking his lips and caressing the side of your tights softly.

“Please Wonwoo,” you whine. the spiral in your lower stomach intensifies by his words. “Fuck me already.”Wonwoo chuckles, the tip of his dick already touching your clit. You whimper as he finally pushes himself inside you, his eyes shutting down by the sensation of your tight center receiving him so well.

“Fuck, Y/n.” he groans, hands firmly pressing at the sides of your hips. You waste no time and, driven by desire, start rolling your hips rapidly. Wonwoo’s now thrusting inside and out at a fast pace that is making you both see stars and feel numb quickly.

He bites his lip, trying not to be too loud, with every thrust. Every time he goes in and out of your squeezing pussy feels like it might make him come, but he holds on to dear life to keep on longer. He caresses the curve from your hips, your spine and shoulders, and his eyelids get heavy. The sound of your fast breathing combined with sweat beds rolling down from your back as he pounds in and out of you driving him crazy. He then leans, chest pressing against your back. One of his arms slides under your breasts heading towards your clit, where he begins rubbing on your clit in motion circles.

“Wonwoo.” you moan, the contact of his cold hand suddenly pressing on your heat making you shiver. “Hard. Fast, please…”

“Yeah?,” Wonwoo groans, pushing himself now harder and faster per your command. He listens attentively to every noise you make, as his fingers rub your clit, trying to keep the same pace. His chin is resting on your shoulder blades, and you lean to the side looking for even more contact. “Just say the words, love.”

He realizes you are looking for more of him and he leans, connecting his lips with yours. As you kiss messily and hurriedly, him going in and out, your soon release feels now even more intensely on your lower stomach.

Your legs begin to shake, you know you won't last much longer if he continues to overstimulate every sensitive part of you. With a breathy moan you announce your high is crashing over you, and Wonwoo presses himself even more onto your skin. He tugs your hair instinctively, making you cry, and in that moment you come without warning, coating him entirely. Not much longer and he is done for as well. You can feel his load filling your walls up entirely.

“Oh… fuck” he mumbles, as he spills all inside you, still hugging you tight making sure nothing gets out. You collapse in the bed, and with the little strength he has, Wonwoo grabs you by the waist, falling down with you.

He stays for a few moments on top of you, breathing heavily, moving aside when he has recovered control of his breath. You on the other side, stay chest pressed on the bed sheets, numb body unable to move an inch.

“Let me clean you up,” Wonwoo’s raspy voice says as he gets up slowly and walks to the bathroom. You smile, eyes still closed, heart racing inside your chest. He comes back immediately after, and you roll over letting him take care of you.

“You don’t have to,” you mumble, beginning to recover your breath.

“I don’t see you putting up a fight,” He chuckles, cleaning the mess between your legs with a warm towel. “Now that you are officially mine, you will get treated like a princess.” You reflect on his words. You don’t want anyone else to have him, and you are sure he is the only one you want, but Wonwoo has never struck you as the possessive type.

Wonwoo folds the towel and puts it away, laying by your side, watching the dim lights of the built-in lamps on the ceiling. “A part of you is mine now, as much as a part of me is yours.” he whispers, caressing your face.

You press your body against him, wrapping your arm over his chest and kissing it softly. He hums and hugs you as well, both embracing the silence of the room a little longer, in contrast with the boisterous sounds of people partying just a few feet away.

#wonwoo x reader #kvanity #enjoy this oneshot cooked on one particularly hot and daydreaming morning #wonwoo smut #svt x reader #svt fic #svt fanfic #svt smut #seventeen fic #fic tag #oneshot #x reader #smut #romance #svt wonwoo

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kokorose · 7 months

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Red Velvet- YT22

YukiTsunoda x foodie!reader

Faceclaim: Yeri(red velvet)

Summary: Tag along on Yuki’s girlfriends’ world tour of food!

Pics: Pinterest

Yn posted

📍: Amsterdam, Netherlands

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Yn: We’re back in the swing of things with some Fries, Stroopwafels, and Belgian Waffles ahead of Zandvoort!! 🇳🇱🧇🌷

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YukiTsunoda: The fries and Stroopwafels were Yummy!🤤 sad I didn’t get to try the waffles!

Yn: next time baby!

User1: honestly the cutest relationship on the grid!

MaxVerstappen1: Thanks for bringing me some…not

Yn: um, excuse me Mr. World Champion but you didn’t give me any Stroopwafels at the track.

franciscacgomes: Had fun on our date!! Those waffles were soooo good!!

Yn: ❤️❤️

Pierre Gasly: wait, is that where you two went during Free Practice?

User2: I’m glad Yn & Kika’s friendship is still strong despite Pierre moving to Alpine!

YukiTsunoda posted

📍Monza, Italy

Liked by Yn, Pierre Gasly, LiamLawson, DanielRicciardo, MickSchumacher, and 678,729 others

YukiTsunoda: Race didn’t go as planned today but I am lucky to have someone to make “Pick-me-up Pizzas” with!

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Yn: Food makes a bad day better!

User3: awww this is actually so cute!!!

User4: PICK-ME-UP PIZZAS!! THAT’S SO CUTE!!

LiamLawson: I want a pizza!

YukiTsunoda: no.

LiamLawson: whyyy???

YukiTsunoda: bcus you actually got to the start line!

DanielRicciardo: can I have a pick-me-up pizza??

Yn: give Yuki your address, I will come make you one!!!

DanielRicciardo: aww, thanks Yn!

Yn posted

📍Singapore

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Yn: When attending the Singapore Grand Prix you eat Singapore noodles and have cold treats!

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User5: omg that dress is adorable!!!

User6: Singapore noodles are the bestttttt!!!!

Pierre Gasly: 🍧🍧

LilyMuniHe: You are adorable!!! You are now my child!

Yn Hi mom!!

AlexAlbon: @LoganSargent meet your sister!

LoganSargent: I’ve always wanted a sister!!

User7: not Lily and Alex adopting Yn and Logan in the same breath!

User8: Logan is Alex’s son confirmed!!

YukiTsunoda posted

📍Tokyo, Japan

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YukiTsunoda: Back in Japan! Quick trip to Disney Land!

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Yn: I love you 5000!!

YukiTsunoda: I love you 5000!

User9: They are so cute!

User10: !!! Stop that’s too cute!

LiamLawson: YOU GUYS WENT WITHOUT ME!!!

YukiTsunoda: you’re not my girlfriend Liam.

LiamLawson: 😮😮 how dare you!

Pierre Gasly: So that’s why you didn’t want to get sushi with me.

Yn posted

📍Austin, Texas

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Yn: Everything’s bigger in Texas! Of course we had to get some Texas Barbecue! 🤠🤠

P.s. no we did not wear white to have bbq! We’re not dumb!

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DanielRicciardo: That’s Texas baby!!!!

User11: honestly get you a boyfriend like Yuki. Just takes you around the world to find good food!

User12: OMG! They went to L’barbeque!!! That place is sooooo good!

User13: damn that Mac&cheese looks amazing 🤤

Yn: It was!

User14: I need a boyfriend who will take me to fun food joints so bad!!

LilyMuniHe: damn that food looks good!! But the girl looks even better!

Yn: ❤️❤️❤️

Yn posted

📍Mexico City, Mexico

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Yn: Taco Date Night! We had to try some amazing tacos while in Mexico!

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LiamLawson: those are some strange looking tacos.

YukiTsunoda: they were good though

LiamLawson: you think everything tastes good!

Franciscacgomes: look at how cute you look!!

Yn: 😊😊

User15: Two very different friendships! lol!!

AlexAlbon: Lily says you have to bring her some! Mother’s orders are her exact words!

Yn: sure! 😂😂

YukiTsunoda posted

📍São Paolo, Brazil

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YukiTsunoda: Had some amazing Brazilian food while in Brazil! 🇧🇷

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Yn: It was soooo good!

User16: ughh!! Brazilian food is soooo good!

Pierre Gasly: that bbq we had after the race was good!

YukiTsunoda: yeah except your girlfriend was trying to steal mine!

Franciscacgomes: we’re gonna get married in Vegas!

Yn: totally! Sorry boys!

YukiTsunoda: 😨

Yn: I’m kidding babe! If I’m marrying anyone in Vegas it’s you!

User17: why are they like this????

User18: Kika “Miss. Steal-your-girl” Gomes

User19: IF IM MARRYINH ANYONE UTS YOU!?!

Yn posted

📍Paris, France

Liked by YukiTsunoda, Franciscacgomes, LilyMuniHe, LoganSargent, AlexAlbon, LiamLawson, and 675,697 others

Yn: He flew me to Paris for my birthday! I’m so in love with this man!❤️

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YukiTsunoda: My girl deserves the best on her birthday!

Yn: I love you! 😘

YukiTsunoda: I love you too!!

User20: “my girl” 😭 when will it be my turn. Anyway Happy Birthday Yn!!!!

Pierre Gasly: Happy Birthday!

Franciscacgomes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLINH 🥰🥰🥰

LilyMuniHe: OMG!! Happy birthday to my child!!

AlexAlbon: “our” child! Happy birthday Yn!!

LoganSargent: happy birthday to my “sister”!!

LiamLawson: Happy birthday I guess. Nah I’m kidding! Happy birthday Yn!!

User21: Happy birthday 🎉🎊

#yuki tsunoda #yt22 #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 x yn #alpha tauri #vcarb

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year

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Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O!Reader)

This was a request, but I think I lost it somewhere 😭 I hope y'all like it babies!! 💖💖💖💖

tw: abo dynamics, unprotected sex, edging, crying, reader is a little rude, jerking off, nipple play, cum swallowing, etc.

Last board meeting went hectic. You were the head of the meeting, conducting every single detail and discussion, very focused on finding the solutions the other shareholders needed. One of them was pushing for a sale you were reluctant to accept because you really didn't find any benefit on it. A stupid alpha that couldn't think ahead like you could.

"It's not up to you to deny anything" The alpha said, her eyes were cold and her demeanor was definitely disgusted; Many alphas didn't like omegas in position of power. You felt in the depths of your soul she really wanted to say Omegas had no say in anything.

"Well, Ms..." You looked down looking for a paper with her name. "Park, isn't it?"Lifting your head, you could see her eyebrows slightly lift in this contained anger. "Ms Park Sooyoung, I do in fact have a say in this since I'm the head of the board and my success rates are high. Higher than any of yours, I might say"

She tried to make you back down by staring at you, her pheromones strong as she tried to make you submit. That was so disrespectful and rude to do on a work setting that you felt your anger bubble inside you. When you were about to say something, a more sharp voice cut your phrase through, the sound reverberating around the meeting room.

"If you have any decorum, I advise you to stop this little attempt of strength play with your weak pheromones and leave this meeting" You looked straight at her, Kang Seulgi. Pretty, collected and overall avoiding of you. Your eyes quickly scanned her and you lightly scoffed.

Another brainless Alpha trying to assert dominance.

"I don't need a knight in a shiny armor, Ms Kang. I can handle insubordination myself" You said before the other Alpha could respond. She lowered her eyes, looking at her hands as she clenched her jaw. "But since you said it, it is against the company's policy to try making anyone to submit on the clock, specially in democratic meetings" You took a deep breath a little affected by Sooyoung, but your poker face was impeccable. "This meeting is over, for now" You said seeing red, dismissing all the others and going straight to your own office.

Anger seething, your blood boiling for so many reasons. You stood by your window trying to collect yourself, wanting nothing more than to jump onto Park's neck, end that little arrogant look. You fucking hated those types of alphas.

And Kang Seulgi? Oh she was so much worse with that condescending tone and those eyes, those fucking lowered eyes...

Next thing you knew you had already asked your secretary to call her to your office. You needed to see something by yourself.

"Did you ask to see me, boss?" She entered your office, closing the door behind her; perfect posture, secure of herself and her surroundings.

"Indeed" You said. Your glasses perched up on the tip of your nose, staring at her. You called your secretary, your voice ice cold as you spoke. "Ms Kim would you mind telling me if we hired any bodyguards for me, please?" You simply asked, still staring at her. You saw her avoid your eyes again, slightly looking down.

"There are no bodyguards on the record, boss. Why? Do you need one?" Yeri asked, a bit concerned.

"No, not at all" You said. "I was just checking, thank you" That anger was still there, mixed with a little bit of curiosity.

Narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head to the right.

"You do not get to speak for me" Poison dripping, you fixed your glasses on your face.

"It wasn't my intention, I was-" She looked anywhere but you, her posture tense now. "I didn't like the way she spoke with you and that stare... You don't deserved it" She cleared her throat. "It was unprofessional"

Now that she looked at you, you could see how she wasn't being condescending. It was something else and that was definitely something... good.

"Oh, I see..." You got up, going around your desk, crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning on it. "Maybe you don't want to be my bodyguard..." You said, eyeing her down. Her grey suit was perfect on her figure, but you could see the bulge forming inside her pants. "A loyal dog, maybe?"

You saw in first hand as a sharp exhale left her lips, her hands clenching by her sides.

"Oh, you would like to be my loyal dog" She finally returned your stare, her eyes pleading in an embarrassed, conflicted way. You got up to lock the door.

"I-" She gave a step towards you and you quickly shut her off.

"Stay" Was all you said and, much for your surprise and pleasure, she did stay; a tent on her pants as she looked down. "What an obedient dog..." Your tone changed to an alluring one. Standing in front of her, you smelled how aroused she was. "What a rare finding..." You traced her tie with one of your fingers and she whimpered. "Look at me" You commanded and she promptly did so, her eyes following how you licked your lower lip.

"I will do anything you want, boss" She finally said it, eyes locked into yours. You scoffed.

"Everyone does that already" Your cleavage fully on display made her dick pulse hard and she gulped. "What makes you different from everyone else, Ms Kang?" You got closer, heat emanating from her body to yours.

It felt so fucking good to be in full dominance mode with an Alpha like Kang Seulgi. It made you feel millions of times hotter. You always pushed away your omega nature, specially against some traditions the dynamics between Alphas, Betas and Omegas required.

"I can do whatever you ask me" She pleaded, her low voice was basically a whisper. "I am very good at obeying" You took a deep breath. Wet was an understatement, you were completely soaked and your lacy panties ruined.

You pondered, really thinking about it. Office sex wasn't something abnormal. If anything, office sex was the most normal thing in this situation.

"Sit down, hands on your sides" You told her, glancing at your leather couch and she did so. You unbuttoned your white button up just enough to pull your breasts out of your bra. Seulgi visibly shivered and you stood in front of her. "If you cum unauthorized I'll stop" You said, unbuckling her belt and pulling her dick out. "If you try to scent me I'll stop and kick your ass out of here" You have a good look to her cock.

It was was absolutely hung and veiny, throbbing on your hand as you pulled your pencil skirt up on your thighs and your panties to the side, sinking in next. Yes it was big and stretched you just fine, but you didn't express any type of reaction. She moaned, her eyes attentive on yours.

"If you manage to obey me until the end I'll be your dom" You told her, rolling your hips against her cock and she grabbed at the couch, whimpering. "If you want to stop you can just ask. Understood?" You said through gritted teeth.

"yes, b-boss" She stammered, her eyes rolling back a little.

You started riding her like there was no tomorrow, your cunt sinking deliciously on her cock and coating it with your slick. You tried to, but couldn't resist her pretty lips when she made all those sinful moans, kissing her roughly with your hand tangled on her beautiful wavy hair. You pulled it back, exposing her neck to lick and bite as you set an impossibly harder pace, your hips slamming against hers.

You moaned against each other's lips and she stopped kissing you to grab one of your boobs between her lips and you yelped, her tongue felt deliciously hot against your nipple. You stopped bouncing on her lap and started humping, your clit grazing against the fabric of her pants and a little bit of exposed skin. You were about to cum, clenching and unclenching on her big cock completely stretched.

"You want to cum inside me so much, I can feel it" You decided to play dirty as she sucked on your nipples very sloppily, coating your breasts with her saliva. "Aren't you an alpha after all?" You gather every ounce o strength you had not to moan while saying all that, but the woman was a rock. Holding herself in the most painful, delicious way.

In a last attempt to make her cum before you, you grabbed her neck while kissing her, squeezing it just right to a perfect chockehold. She shivered, her body shaking so hard it felt good under you.

You were still mounting here and absolutely losing the battle, cumming so hard on her cock you saw nothing but blank spots, body slumping forward on hers as she kept taking deep breaths with her eyes closed. You tried to catch your breath, swallowing hard when you managed to look at her face.

Absolutely beautiful and that little dumb look was pathetic but oh, so fucking hot. You kissed her roughly again, holding her neck.

"You did good, congratulations Ms. Kang" You said and she bit her lip, smiling. "I could've let you cum inside me..." You got off of her lap and she hissed, you felt your legs weak. "But I didn't told you to suck my breasts" You scoffed, sitting by her side.

"I am so sorry boss, I-" You shushed her, pulling her head to your lap, commanding her to lie down on the couch and she did, her dick standing proudly erect and furiously red from all the action and no cum.

"To show you I am no monster, I'll make you cum" You said, pulling her mouth to your nipple, your hand going to her cock. "Suck as hard as you can, but tell me when you get closer"

"Yes, boss" Her beautiful brown eyes glimmered and you bit your lip. "Thank you so much" She said, putting her mouth to work as you spat on your hand then started to pump her cock up and down, swirling your hand against the tip, your thumb rubbing at her slit.

She moaned against your breast, releasing a lot of precum as her body shook. It took less than a minute of you jerking her off, that's how needy she was.

"I'm close" She said, tensing and you completely stopped letting go of her cock. She whined, her mouth still sucking hard on your nipple and you whimpered.

She didn't protest, didn't even stop sucking. She held herself again, like a good girl. You caressed her hair, starting all over again that beautiful torture, jerking her even harder, her hips shaking as you stopped once again, feeling her hot tears on your lap. Fuck, she was so beautiful.

"Shh, it's okay" You cooed as she sobbed still sucking your breasts, her eyes locked into yours. Her nose was red and her eyes puffy. A masterpiece. "It's okay Ms Kang, this it the last time..." You said.

Going back to jerking her off, you could feel on the way she tossed against the couch how painful that was but she didn't complain once. You felt your pride grow, coaxing her into her climax. It hit her hard as your palm rubbed specially against the tip.

She came hard, ropes and ropes of her thick cum filling your hand and you kept swirling her tip. She was still crying, your breasts purple with how forceful her sucking was, but you didn't mind in the slightest.

You kept saying sweet nothings onto her ear, helping her to recollect herself and to come out of subspace, her sobs felt electrifying against your skin but you knew she couldn't take anything anymore.

You took your hand to her mouth and she licked it clean, sucking on every bit of her cum she could take from your hand as you caressed her hair, being careful not to scent her.

"Good girl... you were perfect Ms Kang" You whispered and she nodded, still sucking on your fingers. "Now you are my good loyal dog" You said, excitement taking over you when you realized how this finding was uncommon...

#gxg smut #red velvet smut #red velvet seulgi #seulgi smut #alpha seulgi #sub alpha #kang seulgi smut #kang seulgi

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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Starstruck

Yeri x Twice!Reader

Genre: Fluff (so homo)

Warnings: severe case of gAY, reader can't even make eye contact without dying, twice bully her gay ass shamelessly.

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Part One ~ Part Two

The faintest smile crept onto your lips as you stared at the television screen ahead of you where Red Velvet’s live performance was displayed. You couldn’t help but admire the talented idols, although you would be lying if you said one member hadn’t caught your eye. For as long as you could remember you had been a huge fan of Kim Yerim, much to your members' amusement. To your dismay, a playful jab on your side tore your longing gaze away from the screen. “You’re staring so hard she can probably feel your gaze through the screen,” Jeongyeon teased with a shake of her head.

A faux frown crept onto your features as you narrowed your eyes at the older girl. “She’s just really pretty,” you shrugged plainly after a pause of silence, gazing back up to the screen, eyes shining with admiration. “Yeah, ‘pretty, talented, amazing, gorgeous, kind, funny..’” Jeongyeon trailed off, listing all the adjectives you’d used to describe your idol on previous occasions. “I’m just stating facts,” you defended with a pout, hands raised. Nayeon, who was seated on the couch opposite you in Music Bank’s waiting room, snickered at your expression. “Y/n’s in loveeee,” she drawled, making exaggerated kissy faces in your direction.

“You’re right, I’ve never seen Y/n this interested in any other idol before.” Jihyo, who had been silently listening, butted in. “You guys are mean, you always gang up on me.” You complained, desperately trying to divert their attention from your obvious ogling of the Red Velvet member, but to no avail. Nayeon merely dragged Momo into her shenanigans, the two teaming up to mock your fondness for Yeri. “Nayeon unnie you’re just as bad, if not worse when it comes to IU sunbaenim.” Tzuyu interjected from beside you, earning a bout of laughter from those listening.

“At least someone here loves me.” You huffed, leaning into Tzuyu’s side as you glared at your older members. “Don’t be gross, save the heart eyes for Yeri.” The youngest uttered distastefully, pushing you away. Everyone laughed as you stared wide eyed at Tzuyu, lips parted in shock. “You’re just as bad as them,” you whined, betrayal written on your features. “Sana unnie!” You called out, knowing if you could rely on anyone it would be her. The girl in question pounced on you in an instant, tackling you in a tight hug. “What’s wrong?” She cupped your cheeks upon spotting the pout on lips.

“They’re being mean to me,” you grumbled, eyes shining hopefully as you stared up at her. “Why are you being mean to my baby?” Sana questioned the members, patting your head comfortingly. “Two words; Kim Yerim.” Nayeon uttered smugly, chuckling when you scowled at her. “Again?” Mina questioned, finally finished in the make-up chair. “You should’ve seen her, she was practically drooling at the screen.” Jeongyeon added with a smirk. “I was not!” You refuted, huffing incredulously, but they all shared knowing looks, even Sana. “I love you Y/n, but even I can see how much you like her.” She smiled apologetically.

Sagging your shoulders in defeat, you hid your face in your hands to cover your reddening cheeks. This would definitely make it onto one of your top ten most embarrassing moments. It didn’t help that you were bound to run into the Red Velvet member in mere moments, due to perform straight after them. “If you’re such a big fan, why haven’t you asked Nayeon unnie for Yeri’s number?” Tzuyu questioned as if it were the simplest thing in the word. “Because!” You exclaimed, far too flustered and unable to come to a reasonable conclusion. The words ‘hopeless gay’ sprung to mind.

“Maybe she’ll finally gain the courage to ask Yeri herself, because we’re on now.” Jihyo commented, ushering everyone out of the waiting room. You reluctantly followed after you members, most unwilling to exit the confines of the isolated room. As if the universe had both blessed and cursed you all at once, Red Velvet was the first group you bumped into upon entering the buzzing corridor. You resisted the urge to glare at Jeongyeon as you heard her laughing behind you, no doubt her hushed whispers to Jihyo were about anyone but you. Instead you focussed on the group ahead of you, desperately fighting off the blush that threatened to rise to your cheeks.

You all bowed at one another, exchanging words of encouragement and praise. And for the briefest of moments, Kim Yerim’s gaze landed on you. You swore your heart skipped a beat as she smiled brightly, eyes crinkling into crescents as she tipped her head in acknowledgement. A pink tint dusted your cheeks as you smiled back at her politely. The moment passed as quickly as it came, Yeri and the remaining members of Red Velvet shuffling past you and into their designated waiting room. You let out a breath of air as the door clicked shut, failing to realise you’d even been holding your breath in the first place.

“Hurry your starstruck ass up,” Tzuyu chuckled from behind you, pushing you away from the very space Kim Yerim had just stood before you.

Before you knew it performances had been wrapped up and you were all herded back onto the mainstage. Red Velvet was mere metres away and you couldn’t help but spare a glance in their direction. Instant regret washed over you as Yerim’s bright grin awaited your gaze, her smile widening almost mockingly. Cheeks flushing a deep red, you whipped your head around to bury your face in Momo’s shoulder. The older girl laughed shamelessly in the face of your embarrassment, slinging her arm around your shoulders. “She literally just existed, what is wrong with you?” Nayeon questioned from beside you, unable to contain her amusement. “Shut up!” You groaned, knowing the camera’s were sure to capture all of this.

You tried your best to remain focused throughout the rest of the broadcast, but the feeling of eyes burning into the side of your head was beginning to nag at you. “It seems Y/n isn’t the only one with a staring problem,” Nayeon commented, sending her idol friend a sideways glance. “Don’t look now, but a certain Red Velvet member seems to be very interested in you,” Jeongyeon whispered in your ear. You jerked your head to the right almost immediately. Jihyo sighed deeply at your reaction, pinching the bridge of her nose to resist the urge to smack you on the back of the head. Apparently no one had bothered to learn the art of subtlety.

To your surprise, you were faced with not only one, but all five Red Velvet members’ gazes. Perhaps they’d caught wind of your massive small crush on their youngest member. With the way your members tease you so recklessly you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole industry knew. You swallowed harshly at the thought, eyes wide and unblinking as you stared back at them like a deer caught in headlights. You almost jumped out of your skin as a blast of confetti shot up inches away from your face. Amid your gay panic, Twice had been announced as the winners of the broadcast. So that’s why everyone was looking at you…

You clapped happily, cheering alongside your members, but remained incredibly confused by the events that had transpired. A gentle brush of fingertips along your lower back made quick work of pulling you back to reality. You leaned into the touch without much thought, only to find your eyes widening tenfold upon realising the rest of your members were all standing in front of you. Slowly turning your head to the side, you swore you almost passed out when your eyes found none other than Kim Yerim’s side profile. “Congratulations,” was all she uttered, and God was her voice perfect. You could certainly die happily now. She gave your waist a small squeeze before slipping into the crowd of idols. Her members followed closely behind her with knowing smiles as they glanced back at you.

You swore you could still feel her touch burning your skin, staring off into the distance dazedly. For the camera’s sake, you turned stiffly towards your members, doing your best to act as though nothing had happened. However it didn’t quite go as planned. “Breath, you idiot!” Nayeon gave you a firm slap on the back, staring at you as though you’d gone insane. Perhaps she wasn’t wrong. The rest of your members pointed at your flushed face whilst failing to hold back their giggles. The encore went by in breeze, not that you remembered much of it, mind far to occupied with thoughts of Yeri. Your members would never let you live this down.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you attempted navigate your way through the endless corridors after what was supposed to be a quick trip to the bathroom. You wandered the halls aimlessly, seemingly lost in Music Bank’s maze of hallways. “Y/n!” Your heart stopped as you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you. Willing yourself not to run away from the embarrassment that was bound to follow this interaction, you inhaled sharply before spinning on your heel. You winced at the feeling of your cheeks warming for the millionth time that day, standing stiffly as Yerim jogged towards you. Was it even humanly possible for someone to look this good running?

You let out a surprised squeak as she wrapped you in a warm embrace the moment she was close enough to reach you. Your shoulders tensed as you stared at the wall ahead of you, heart thrashing in your chest as her intoxicatingly sweet shampoo invaded your senses. “How have you been?” She asked far too casually for your liking, pulling back to a comfortable distance but keeping hands on your shoulders. “Good,” you answered shortly, gaze held firmly on the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Yerim sighed at your response, glancing cautiously around the empty corridor.

“I missed you,” she tried again, smiling when you melted under her gaze. “I missed you too,” you whispered, finally finding the will to meet her gaze. Her chocolate brown orbs shone with mirth as she pulled you into yet another hug. “I watched your performance,” you mumbled, face pressed to the crook of her neck. “Yeah?” She hummed, refusing to let go just yet. “You looked really pretty,” you admitted, ducking your head when she leaned back to cup your flushed cheeks knowingly. “Not as pretty as you,” she retorted, pressing her soft lips to your cheek when she was certain no one was nearby.

Biting back a timid smile when your face flushed completely, you dropped your head to her shoulder in embarrassment. “We’ve been dating for years Y/n, how do you still end up a blushing mess everytime I so much as look in your direction?” Yerim inquired teasingly, grinning when you glared up at her. “It’s not my fault one of the most beautiful people I know happened to ask me to be her girlfriend.” You huffed indignantly. “I beg to differ,” she argued, earning a raised brow from you. “It is your fault I asked you to be my girlfriend because you were so pretty I couldn’t get you out of my head.” She insisted, smiling triumphantly when you opened your lips only for no words to escape.

“Y/n!” A voice yelled from the distance, the two of you jumping apart instinctively. “Oh,” Jeongyeon uttered when she rounded the corner, shocked by the sight that greeted her. Jihyo was hot on her tail, bumping right into the taller girl's back. They both stared at you with wide eyes, standing stunned before you. Yerim turned to you with a cheeky smile, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “See you tonight,” your girlfriend murmured, winking at you before bowing to your members. “Bye Y/n!” She drawled, smirking smugly when your cheeks flushed red. Before you knew it she disappeared, leaving you to fend for yourself, feeling small under the curious eyes of Jihyo and Jeongyeon.

“Sorry, I got lost.” You trailed off awkwardly, knowing they’d probably been looking for you for quite some time now. “And found Yeri apparently,” Jihyo finished, unable to hide her surprise. “Don’t tell me you finally found the courage to speak to her and I wasn’t even there to witness it,” Jeongyeon complained. “No, she just congratulated us,” you were quick to deny. “Please tell me you at least got her number,” the older girl gazed at you expectantly. She groaned in disappointment when you shook your head, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck. “You were gone for a whole 20 minutes and you couldn’t even get her number?” Jeongyeon deadpanned.

“Jeez, you really are hopeless Y/n.” Jeongyeon grinned, shaking her head in amusement. You merely hummed in response, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. “What’s that on your cheek?” Jihyo questioned, pointing to the lipstick smudge Yerim has so kindly left on your face. “Nothing,” you replied quickly, wiping the mark with your thumb. Unconvinced, your leader narrowed her eyes in suspicion but said nothing. Upon returning to your waiting members, they were quick to resume their teasing. It only worsened when they discovered you’d actually had a chance to speak with your idol and did absolutely nothing about it..or so they thought.

You supposed it wasn’t so bad after all. The relentless teasing was somewhat tolerable if it meant you got to spend the evening curled into your girlfriend's side without worrying about your over protective members. You had no doubt they would catastrophize the situation if they knew where you really disappeared to most nights. Perhaps you would tell them one day just to see the looks on their faces. But for now they would remain blissfully unaware.

writing quality was thrown out the window, but the homo stayed strong 💪

#yeri x reader #red velvet x reader #yeri imagines #red velvet imagines #kim yerim x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines

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seokminkisser · 1 year

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LAVENDER HAZE.

pairing: lee chan x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k words

genre: fluff, suggestive

tags: PININGGGG, reader and chan have a lot of tension, marijuana use, suggestive content and alluding to sex afterwards

a/n: finally got around to writing my stoner chan fic yay! smoke responsibly loves (@sunnylovespickles i hope you enjoy it bub)

yeri was going to be dead meat the minute you found her.

the problem did not lie in the fact that she had decided to ditch you at the hang out, you both had enough trust and faith in each other to mingle and socialize on your own. the problem lay in the fact that she had decided to ditch you to have a very long talk with her ex-girlfriend? situationship?

you didn’t even have time to give her an earful as she left the room giving you her pleading “just give us five minutes” look as doyeon led her away. she was a lost cause.

there weren’t many people gathered at jeonghan’s house but the living room still felt incredibly stuffy. a few people had decided to hotbox earlier and poor you had arrived at the party too late to join, the lingering smoke gave you an incredible case of fomo.

“hi pretty.”

your head lolled back making contacts with the prettiest boy in the room.

“hi channie.”

a lazy grin spreads on chan’s face as he moves around the couch to sit next to you, an arm resting on the backrest of the couch behind your head. you wanted to eat him alive.

“when did you get here?” you ask, your finger tracing the rim of your glass as you look at him. he adjusts himself on the couch, legs spreading a bit wider while his free hand rummages in his jacket pocket.

“like ten minutes ago? had to make the rounds a bit before i could come spend time with the prettiest girl in the room.” he says giving you a sly wink, his rummaging coming to a stop.

your scoff turns into a slight giggle and you hit his arm the minute the last few words come out his mouth. something about chan turned you into a giddy middle schooler even though you hadn’t been in middle school in years.

your relationship with chan was unnecessarily complicated. you were attracted to him on a level you could not even comprehend and you knew he felt the same. he took care of your weed needs and you baked him matcha cookies whenever he craved them. and yet, neither of you had taken any steps to crossing the line that kept your friendship as it was. just friendship.

“you’re such a sweet talker chan, i might get sick.”

“let me make it up to you then pretty,” chan laughs and pulls something out of his jacket pocket, “remember that video you sent me?”

you couldn’t help the squeal you let out as you pluck the three pale pink joints out of his hand. “chan do you know that you are the best and most perfect person i have ever met.” you say as cross your legs, laying the joints on your exposed thigh as delicately as possible.

“yeri better not hear that or she will have my head on a silver platter.” he grins as his eyes follow the movement of your hands resting on your thigh now. at the mention of your best friend’s name you roll your eyes and give chan a big pout.

“aww did she leave you all on your own again? poor baby. but its okay i’m here now and i’ll take care of you.”

you grin at chan and nod. “exactly, you’re here now and you brought me my favorite things.”

his smile reaches his eyes as he poked your arm. “favorite things huh? didn’t know you liked something more than free weed.”

“obviously that something is you.”

“yeah?” he murmurs, his fingertips gently touching your arm as if to test the waters. you welcome his touch, slowly inching your body closer towards him. chan takes this as a sign that he wasn’t doing too much, his upper body turning to face you better. your shoulders are touching and his free hand comes to rest on your thigh picking up one of the joints.

in the process his finger grazes your thigh and your breath hitches. his touch felt absolutely electrifying.

chan leans forward slowly, his lips softly grazing your ear as he whispers, “you gonna let me smoke you out pretty?”

your eyes flutter shut as he presses the softest kiss on the side of your neck.

“yeah, channie. would let you do anything.”

he pulls away, a twinkle in his eye as he stands up. “come on then, think jeonghan’s living room is a bit too crowded for what i have planned for you pretty.”

—

chan could already sense the pretty pout on your face as he leads you into jeonghan’s kitchen. if it were up to him he would have already found an empty room, thrown you in and had his way with you, but he promised to smoke you out and he always kept his promises.

“why did you bring me here channie, i thought we were gonna smoke.” you pout and he turns to you and motions for you to sit on the counter.

“and we will pretty, but i have to make sure you have something to drink and something to eat for after. told you i’m gonna take care of you.”

your pout turns into the prettiest smile he has ever seen as you kick your legs back and forth. “have i told you you’re the biggest sweet talker ever channie?” you smile, your fingers fiddling with the golden lighter on your lap. a lighter he had gifted to you weeks ago.

chan smiles, nodding softly as he turns towards the cupboards as he basically ransacks through jeonghan’s kitchen.

chan thinks it’s okay though because the amount of money jeonghan owes chan on account of his frequent acts of freeloading on chan’s weed stash makes chan’s snack ‘borrowing’ tendencies pale in comparison.

“mhm only for you pretty,” he says, grabbing a bottle of chilled water and a few snickers bars, your absolute favorite. he turns back to you and he is afraid he might melt on the spot.

the dim light in the kitchen illuminated you in a way that made you look absolutely angelic. he could feel his heart skip a beat, then another before his eyes moved to your exposed thighs.

you were softly scratching a nail across your skin, the scratching more akin to a soft caress along your inner thigh. it was a habit you have always had and it was one of the reasons he loved it when you wore short skirts. usually, he imagined it was his own fingers stroking your thigh.

and if god loved him, he wouldn’t have to imagine for much longer.

“come on let’s go outside,” he motions for the door and you hop off the counter trailing behind him.

it’s chilly outside, the warmth of the august air had dissipated and chan led you to the lawn chairs in jeonghan’s backyard. you sat down, legs crossing over each other and chan took the chair next to you, quietly moving it a bit closer to yours.

he hopes it’s not too obvious.

on your lips sits a little smile as you look down on your legs before holding up the golden lighter. “look! i told you i wouldn’t lose it.”

he smiles again, god knows he is unable to not smile around you, taking out the joint and placing it between his lips. “i’m proud of you baby.” he says and he barely catches the way your twinkle at the pet name. but he is so glad that he does.

you hand him the lighter but all he does is lean his head down, an indirect way of telling you to light it for him.

you bite your lip softly, delicately, as you place the lighter under the joint and chan’s head swims with images of biting your lip the same way.

softly.

delicately.

your fingers fumble a bit with the spark wheel of the lighter as you light the joint and you lock eyes. chan does not break the steady eye contact as he takes a slow drag of the joint, taking a slow exhale.

you break the eye contact first, coughing softly as you settle into the lawn chair.

“i can’t believe you actually got me a lavender joint just because i sent you that video. you didn’t have to you know?”

chan takes another drag before handing the joint to you and you take it gladly, inhaling.

“wanted to make you happy, you seemed so excited to try it.” he mumbles, playing with the zipper on his jacket. “and besides, i’ve never tried combining lavender with weed and i also wanted to try it out for myself.”

you nod taking another pull as chan has an inner battle with himself.

should he give you his jacket? it is the gentlemanly thing to do and chan wanted to impress you but he also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he is also sure that you wouldn’t have a problem with it but he doesn’t know if he should take it slow and—

“what are you thinking so hard about channie.”

he looks over to you, a dopey smile settled on your face, legs tucked under you on the chair. he shakes his head and you motion for him to come closer, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“if you want to kiss me, you know you can just do it.”

chan pulls away faster than lightening and you giggle at his reaction, shrugging. “i’m just saying, we have been dancing around each other for weeks now and the lavender in this joint is making me really really high really quickly so i wanna say it before i’m too far gone.”

you giggle again at the blush that started to spread on his cheek and you nudge him with your elbow. “why, you don’t wanna kiss me?” you ask, and chan sees as you start to sober up as his silence might indicate a rejection.

“fuck, of course i want to kiss you.”

“then what’s stopping you?”

at that chan stills. what exactly was stopping him? he wanted you, you wanted him and earlier he had acted to damn confident. where did that confidence go?

“okay channie,” you say leaning in close to him as your free hand comes to rest on his cheek. his breath hitches as your face comes close, the tip of your nose touching his. “i’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

he nods, slowly as if his body was stuck in a daze and you finally lean forward closing the distance between you.

holy fucking shit.

the minute your lips touch, chan feels fireworks exploding in his chest and he’s scared his heart might come to a stop. he had imagined this moment so many times but reality couldn’t even come even close to his dreams.

your lips tasted like your favorite raspberry lip balm, the sprite you had earlier, the weed you had shared.

you deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side and chan takes your face between his hands trying to pull you as close as physically possible. a whimper escapes your lips as you let chan lead the kiss and he thinks if he dies right now his soul will be forever damned, damned to a lifetime of kissing you.

you pull away, trying to catch your breath and chan isn’t better off.

“holy shit.”

chan nods in agreement, and you take his hand standing up from the chair, joint long forgotten. “where are we going to?” he asks, standing up with you and you grin up at him.

“you can’t fuck me in jeonghan’s backyard, that’s a bit too kinky for me.”

the moment these words leave your lips, chan's already dragging your laughing figure back into the house and praying to the lord above jeonghan still had a box of condoms in his bathroom.

#svthub #lina’s works #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #dino fluff #dino smut #dino x reader #stoner svt #lee chan drabble #chan x reader #chan fluff #chan smut

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seulgiwifeee · 7 months

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Bad Influence || Yeri

♡ Member: Neighbor*Enemy*Yeri x Femreader

♡ Theme: Drama, chaotic

♡ Warning: Underage smoking/drinking(just a reminder that I don't encourage any of this or anything hectic that goes on in this story, obviously lol, and you’re both in high school but legal adults) lots of cussing, and Yeri’s just a menace

♡ Description: What should've started and continued on as a day of just you and your neighbor, Yeri, babysitting your younger sisters ends up in an absolute chaos and nightmare for you.

Word count: 5.8k (good lord..)

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"Again, thank you Mrs. Park for inviting me over and allowing me to babysit the girls again. I promise you that I and Y/N will take great care of them!" Yeri flashes your mom a bright and innocent smile, bowing down honorably.

"Oh, I don't doubt it!" your mom teases with a soft smile and lightly pats Yeri on the shoulder, appreciating the well-mannered girl. You on the other hand can't help but to roll your eyes, not caring one bit to hide your annoyance while you side-eye Yeri as she continues playing out her innocent act.

It physically pains you how oblivious your mom is with Yeri because you can see right through her facade, you know all the types of trouble that girl truly is, yet each time she slips up your mom always turns a blind eye to her and never seems to notice? It's bullshit, honestly.

"Bye, girls! I'll be back later this evening so have fun!" Your mom steps halfway out the door, but peeks her head back inside, eying at you specifically. "Oh, and Y/N, can you ever take that nasty look off your face? Please treat our guest with respect. Try to make her feel welcome here for once."

Yeri snickers from her remark once the door fully closes, turning to face you as she twirls her curls. "Yeah, Y/N,” her tone mocking, “listen to your mother. Learn how to treat me with respect for once, make me feel welcome here because I sure never feel any of it."

Oh, please.

"Oh, shut up," you say between gritted teeth, turning your heel and storming off into the kitchen, not in any mood to deal with her nonsense today. Yeri's not far from you, tagging closely behind and smirkingly menacingly like she's already prepared to cause you a difficult time today. "You know, there's no need to be so hostile."

"Yeri— just.. don't talk to me. Leave me alone! I don’t even want to look at you! Just go be useful and watch my sisters upstairs or something. They'll probably want to play with you anyway since you're obviously their favorite." You sigh heavily as you grab a soda from the fridge and flick it open with a crisp snap.

"Well I mean you are correct about me being their favorite, but.. I don't think I'll be doing that today." Yeri snatches the soda from you and begins to chug it down like it's her own.

Your eye twitches at her, struggling not to lose your cool so soon. "And what do you mean by that?"

Yeri clears her throat from the carbonation and carelessly places the can on the counter, practically throwing it and almost having that sugary sticky nightmare spill all over you. "I mean, that I'm not watching anyone today. I'm leaving. Right now."

You hum confused, cocking an eyebrow once she turns around to exit. "Woah woah there!"

Yeri gasps as you unexpectedly grab onto the back collar of her shirt, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "You're not doing this shit again, I swear—"

Yeri tugs away from you until she's out of your hold, which doesn't take many tries, and rolls her eyes, folding her arms with an unfazed look. "You swear what? That you'll tattletale on me like a baby to your mom? You know, she'll never believe you anyways," Yeri taunts, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes.

"Oh, but she will. I won't let you get away with anything this time." You cross your arms, shooting her back a look of determination.

"Oh, and how you do suppose you're gonna do that?" Yeri asks, clearly unimpressed with your attempts at threats and trying to look bigger, tilting her head with a look of challenge as she raises a brow.

"Oh, I don't know," you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'll just get pictures and videos of you sneaking out. You know, because she totally wouldn't say anything about it if I showed them to her." You smirk confidently, thinking you finally slapped her with a "gotcha" moment, thinking this would so obviously have her rethink her actions, but your smug expression's wiped away with a confused face once you see her instead laugh at you. "Oh, and how do you think you'll take pictures of me?"

"With my phone, obviously?"

Yeri continues to laugh some more. "With what phone?"

You tilt your head at her, lost by her words and slide your hand into your back pocket only for your eyes to go wide, feeling the now hollow space where your phone once took place in not too long ago. You frantically feel through all of your pockets, making sure you didn't just misplace it, but the ongoing emptiness further confirms that you indeed do not have your phone on you.

You look back up at Yeri, your eyes growing furious once you notice her holding your phone up high in one hand as she silently flips you off with her other, and that stupid.. stupid oh-so-evil smile still displayed widely on her lips.

"How did you even— Give it back!" You reach out at her, clawing out for your phone but she continues to back away from all of your weak attempts, taunting it away from you in the air and behind her.

"You're not getting this back until I come back."

"Like hell!" You furiously lunge at her again, clutching onto her arm forcefully which causes her to lose grip and drop your phone on the kitchen tiling.

You both freeze, suddenly realizing what just happened and continue to stand in this awkward position, staring each other down intensely, making sure to watch each other's every move.

Silently, you two maintain eye contact, slowly backing away from each other,

continuing to maintain eye contact, slowly easing your way downwards,

continuing to maintain eye contact, your eyes burning fiercely into each other's souls..

..until you both quickly reach down to grab the phone!

You're this close to claiming it before Yeri's hand knocks it out of your unstable grip and snatches it up. Almost falling back, she flips you off once again and takes off down the hallway.

You chase her throughout your house, huffing furiously and out of exhaustion at her teasing words, calling you "too slow" or "that's all you got?" if she swerves you. The younger girl is only around a foot smaller than you, probably not even that, but that extra shortness definitely, and unfortunately, is a major benefit for her tiny legs, giving her an unnecessary boost of speed.

"Yeriii!" you shout as you watch her make her escape through the front door. You get ready to follow her out without any second thought, your rage blinding you, but stop yourself at the entrance once you realize your younger sisters are still upstairs in their room.

You can't just leave them in here all alone?!..

Or..

maybe..

you can?..

It’s only going to be for a second!

You bite your lip, hastily going back and forth with yourself until you eventually end up running out the door, making sure to close it behind you just so the girls don't try to get any ideas.

You take a brief scan around the neighborhood, trying to figure out which way Yeri could've gone until you then spot her in her driveway sitting in the driver's seat of one of her parent's cars.

You sprint down the road, making it to her house and run up to the car. "Yeri!" you growl, repeatedly pulling on the door handle and knocking on the window.

Yeri laughs at you, the window silencing her voice, while holding your phone up against the glass teasingly and forms an 'L' with a thumb and pointer finger to her forehead.

You yell out for her more, aggressively pulling on the door handle. "Yeri, I swear! If you don't unlock this door right now.."

Unlike you, Yeri only finds amusement in this situation and your anger, continuing to taunt you for a while until your yelling gradually starts to go from funny to annoying to eventually just unbearable to the ears, and honestly became quite a pathetic sight to look at. She slides the window down not even halfway. "Alright already! Calm down, sheesh! Don't break anything now."

You bang your fists on the window one more time out of spite before crossing your arms. "Yeri, give me my phone right now, this isn't funny!"

She taps her finger on her chin, looking up in thought and humming purposefully loudly as if this was just such a huge decision for her to ponder. "Fine. I'll give you it.. only if you decide to come with me, though."

You scoff, placing your hands on your hips, "Are you crazy? Do you really think I'm going to leave my sisters home all alone just so I can leave with you to do god knows what? Are you trying to get me killed?!" Specifically talking about your mother here, but knowing Yeri, whatever the hell she's trying to do also just might end up killing you first.

"Oh calm down. I've already let your sisters know beforehand all about this and told them to behave while I'm gone and you know.. they always listen to me so if I tell them to not cause any problems, then they won't. And of course, they wouldn't snitch on an amazing person like me, unlike other people.." Yeri mutters the last words, throwing obvious shade towards you.

You huff, knowing Yeri's correct about your sisters only ever listening to her authority even when you'd both be watching over them, but you still aren't convinced in the slightest that this is a good idea. Yes, they love Yeri and they'll mostly always listen to her, but to what extent? Who's to say they still won't end up blabbering everything to your mom even after "promising" to her?

"And how are you so sure they won't end up telling on you, despite that? You know, kids have loud mouths and those gremlins probably have the worst," you remind Yeri, but all she does is shrug you off, bubbling a confident laugh. "Oh trust me, Y/N, they won't say a word."

You bite your cheek, believing her to some degree, but your patience is running thin and you groan in annoyance, not caring much about her reasonings because either way they still don't change the fact that you don't want to go to wherever she's trying to sneak off to. "Come on, dammit! I just want my phone! Give me it!" Yeri rolls her eyes at your continued attempts as you begin to tug at her door handle once again.

"Welp, if you're not coming then I guess you're not getting your phone back." And with that, Yeri rolls up the window, purposefully ignoring your intensified movements with your continued assault on the car. You slam your palms into the glass, death glaring at Yeri's side profile.

You don't know what to do at this point, knowing that you have very few options to choose from, and absolutely none of them are to your liking at all.

You glance back and forth between Yeri and your house, thinking hardly about what you should do. You knock again on the window more calmly this time to grab her attention, and once she turns to you, you aggressively motion your finger downwards, signaling her to lower the window.

Yeri rolls her eyes, reluctantly rolling the window down. "Hm?"

"Where are you even planning to go?"

"It's just a little house party."

You scoff, even more annoyed now that she's being so selfish trying to leave for something as little and unimportant as this.

"Really? You're serious about to leave me all alone for a stupid party? Don't you go to enough of them as it is already?!"

"Not enough, actually," Yeri quips.

"Also.. no need to get so worked up because I already know you wanna come too."

You're suddenly confused. "Huh?"

"Don't look at me all stupid and oblivious. You can try to deny it all you want, but I've read you for a while now and I can see that deep down you want to be active and adventurous just like me; I know that you secretly crave the thrill, always wanting to sneak out of that boring house and live life, wanting to be a rebellious teen and have some fun like me.

Besides, admit it. I add a spark to your life because if you really think about it, your life is literally crickets when I'm not around: lame, so boring. I yawn just thinking about it." Yeri fans her hand over her mouth, exaggerating a forced yawn.

You shake your head firmly, denying all of her words.

"Come onnn," she trails in a teasing voice, "It's like a win-win benefit once you really think about it; you don't get to watch over any annoying kids and you can go enjoy yourself doing your own thing while I do my own once we make it there. We'll be back before your mom comes home, and if she tries to check up on the girls while we're still out then your sisters got us covered. I already taught them a plan for dealing with situations like that so they'll just alert me, me and them will do our thing and you won't have to worry about anything.

And also, just live a little for once, god. I promise it'll be worth it. Just give in to what you know your heart really desires.”

You stare at her blankly, groaning internally because as badly as you don't want to admit it, she's right. She's spot-on about every which way you're feeling and boy does that make you annoyed. Like ugh, why does she have to know you so well?.. And why is her convincing actually starting to work on you?

You turn to your house, glancing at it for a quick second before turning back to Yeri, throwing your head back with an exasperated groan. "Stay right here." You sprint down the road to your house again.

You open the door, peeking your head in and briefly look around the silent house before stepping back out, carefully closing the door and locking it.

You run back over to Yeri and knock on the window again. She turns to face you and rolls the window all the way down this time without saying a word, letting her knowing smirk speak for her.

You take in a deep breath, clutching your fists.

"You better not make me regret this."

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One of your biggest mistakes this day was trusting Yeri to drive. The music blasting through her car speaker was deafening, she was speeding down the roads although she tried to convince you she was "right at the speed limit," there aren't even enough fingers on your hand to count how many times she almost drove a red light and when she did stop at one of them she unbuckled her seatbelt and casually just started to strip her clothes, revealing the crop top and shorts she was wearing underneath..

She had to have been insane.

After a twenty-minute drive of what felt never-ending, you and Yeri finally pulled up to a grim neighborhood; all the houses barricaded with wildly grown trees, years' worth of uncut grass, busted windows, worn-out furniture thrown out on the lawns and gained nothing but eery vibes.. Where in the world had Yeri taken you?

"Yeri.." you mumble, feeling uneasy as she pulls up into the driveway of the least flattering house, of course.

Yeri giggles, haphazardly parking the car and swings her head to face you with a devilish smile. "We're here!"

You stare at her, silently spamming the lock button and shake your head. "And where the hell is "here?!" A secret location for serial killers to hide bodies?"

Yeri snorts, "Dramatic much?" She pulls down the driver's mirror and neatens up her hair. "This is where me and my friends meet up all the time, so as someone very experienced around this area, I can assure you that nothing dangerous goes on."

She steps out of the car and walks around to your side, swinging open the door. "Come on!"

You fold your arms, looking past Yeri and analyze all the naked trees, the beyond dead grass and the grayness of the sky only adding more to the bleakness of this neighborhood. Yeah, this place isn't promising in the slightest.

"Where's my phone?" you demand, choosing to stay put.

Yeri crosses her arms. "I'll give it back to you when we go inside."

"No! You only said that if I come with you then you'll give me back my phone. I came with you, and now we're here so give it!"

Yeri takes a step back, tilting her head. "Well, I changed my mind then."

You groan into your palms, leaning your head back and drag your fingers down your face, pulling down roughly on your skin. "Why are you like this?"

Yeri only laughs in response and walks away from you while you continue to whine and complain until you eventually bring yourself to step out of the car.

Yeri gets ready to approach the front door but turns back around. "Oh wait!" She skims over to the trunk and lifts it open, casually pulling out a mini dress moments later. "Put this on!"

You scrunch your eyebrows as she throws it so confidently and carelessly in your arms.

"And why do you expect me to wear this?"

"Because I don't need my friends to think I hang out with lame people. Since you don't have the right personality then maybe you at least can get the looks.”

You stare at her with your mouth fallen ajar, not knowing how to even respond to that insult.

"Now, go change in the backseat.”

"Fine," you huff, opening the door to the backseat and slip inside, "Don't look."

"Oh, I promise you I didn't plan on doing so." Yeri turns her back to you once you slam the door and covers her eyes. Quickly, you change from your sweats to the dress and slide out of the seat. "Done," you announce to her dryly.

Yeri flips herself around to face you, instantly smiling widely. "Woah! You already look tens times better than whatever you had on before.."

Her quips are going to be the death of you. "Oh, shut it."

Yeri goes on and makes her way back over to the front door.

Right after ringing the doorbell the door almost immediately opens for her, and she's about to walk inside until she realizes you're not with her. She turns around. "Hurry up! We don't have all day, Y/N!"

You let out your final groan of the day and approach the strange house, tentatively walking inside after Yeri.

The second you step in your nose is whacked with the strong odor of weeks worth of stale cigarettes, musk, must and other.. questionable things you don't want to figure out. You look around seeing a dark, empty living room with only the accompany of empty boxes piled on each other.

You fall into a coughing fit from all the dust particles, promptly covering your nose from the dank smell and glance over to Yeri confused and grossed out.

"Don't worry, we're going downstairs." Yeri doesn't waste any time waiting for you and walks off down the narrow hallway.

You follow close behind her through this maze of a house until you two finally make it to another door leading to what you assume is the basement. She forces it open and walks down the stairs with ease, disappearing into the darkness. You warily follow behind her, quickly catching up with her steps so you're not too distanced from each other.

The stairs dreadfully creak with each step you two make, fear continuing to eat at you as the squeaking gets so loud that it makes you believe this had to have been the first time in decades someone had been down here.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for you two to make it to the bottom, and you continue to follow her through the darkness until you approach a closed door.

With a gentle turn of the knob, Yeri opens the door and instantly you two are greeted with low music, dim red lighting and the cheers of Yeri's friends calling out her name.

"Hey guys! Sorry that I couldn't arrive sooner, I had to deal with a few things earlier, but I'm good now. Also, this is Y/N"

The scattered people speak out in many "wassup"s and "hey"s while some wave at you. You quietly wave back, not able to see anyone clearly in this lighting.

"Okay, I'm gonna go do my own thing now. You can go do whatever.. or something. I don't know. Just don't do anything embarrassing." Yeri takes a few steps forward but turns back to you. "Oh, and here's this."

You look down seeing your phone finally being given back to you. About time. You narrow your eyes at her, biting back a remark before silently accepting your phone.

Yeri walks off to a random corner, so now you're left standing here all awkward and alone, looking around, trying to focus on anything that's going on. From the looks of this place, it just looks like an average bedroom, just way bigger. Hopefully, no one actually lives down here, though. It smells a little better down here too.. but it also reeks of weed, beer, and tryhards.

But hey! At least it doesn't smell like literal death like upstairs.

Not knowing what to do after standing here for a while, you follow the direction Yeri had gone before until you spot her and a few other people sitting crisscross on the ground with a half drunken bottle of soju comfortingly sitting in her hand. She places the bottle to her lips as she turns to look at you, sighing and patting the space next to her. You look side to side awkwardly, but comply, squatting down until you shiver from touching the cold floor.

After a few seconds of sitting silently to yourself, you avert your eyes low beside you, noticing a tattooed hand held firmly around Yeri's waist and trail your eyes up until you're left locking your eyes on the figure of a large man sitting on the other side of her. A man looking old enough for this gesture to seem very scandalous.

You choose to ignore it, though. You know, because that’s absolutely none of your business and you don’t want to make it yours so you just continue to sit in a longer silence.

As Yeri’s talking with her friends, she notices you in the corner of her eye, seeing how bored you look scrolling away on your phone. She turns over to you and taps your shoulder to steal your attention while offering her other hand out to you.

“Want some?"

You look down seeing Yeri holding out the soju.

You narrow your eyes at her.

Yeri narrows her eyes back at you.

“Hey! I’m just trying to be nice, so don’t look at me like that, trying to act all innocent 'n shit. I know.. you know you like to drink and you can't even try to deny it! Don't think I don't remember you and your little friend at homecoming that one time—"

You roll your eyes and place two fingers over her lips to shut her up from talking any further. Okay yes, you can admit, you might sip on alcohol from time to time if it's present at a function, but you have to go home right after this. There won't be any time to get rid of the smell and who knows how you'll act if you get too drunk? "But what if my mom notices or finds out I drank?"

"Who cares about your mom?" Yeri snaps.

"You're here right now and that's all that should matter or be on your mind. So just relax and let loose. A sip won't hurt you." Yeri teases the bottle closer to your nose, luring you in with the intoxicating peachy musk.

You know you shouldn't be doing this, you really know you shouldn't be, but before you can realize it, you're already chugging the remaining of the bottle. Her friends around you cheer you on as you down the last swig of that peachy goodness and soon before you know it you're already on your next bottle.

Quickly, your nerves are cooled and you start to warm up around Yeri's little friend group, doing nothing much but talk, sing along to music and drink.

You're not much of a lightweight so you can feel yourself gradually getting drunker as the hours roll on, but not drunk enough to where you're easily about to let Yeri slide you a cigarette.

"Woah woah— I don't want that! I've never even smoked before!" you say, pushing Yeri's hand away. Her sensitive body slumps back into the wall from your light push and she groans, slurring out incoherent nothings under her breath. "Come on, Y/N!" Don't be lame! There's always a first time for everything!"

You hesitate at her words, slowly reaching your hand back out and taking it. Well.. you've already come this far, right? How much could a little nicotine hurt you?

Yeah, your faded mind at the moment doesn't realize how horrible that sentence actually sounds.

On your first try you completely fuck up, inhaling the hot smoke way too quickly and immediately get attacked with violent coughs. You reject Yeri's offer on giving the cigarette another try, but you eventually give in and follow her lead this time.

Soon, you pick up the steps, catching on quickly and you're now a natural like Yeri, so you continue on the rest of the afternoon getting wasted and smoking more of your brain cells and dignity away.

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After hanging out with everyone and getting to know more about Yeri you start to consider that maybe.. Yeri isn't as annoying as you thought she was? She’s honestly really chill so maybe..

..Just maybe.. you two could actually become friends?

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{Hours later}

You groan, feeling a sharp pain in your neck as you sit up from the wooden ground.

You rub your eyes with a sigh, realizing you must've passed out and look down at your watch, adjusting the blurriness of your eyes as you try to make out where the hands are pointing.

"9:05 p.m..." you mumble drowsily to yourself, resting your wrist back down and lean your head against the wall. It takes but a few seconds later for your clouded mind to realize what you’d just said, immediately sobering up and force your sore body up once more, glancing around the room in a panic. "Holy fu— oh my god, Yeri! It's past nine! We need to go, like now!"

You crawl over to the knocked-out Yeri and violently shake her until she shoots her eyes awake in a blurry panic. "Wha— what?!"

"Yeri, it's NINE. P.M... You said we were already supposed to be back home way earlier than this!

We need to leave before my mom finds out!" You seize hold of her wrist and quickly drag her up to her feet, not considering beforehand on how feeble and weakened her body state is from all the earlier intoxications. She inches closer to you in a staggering walk, struggling to catch her own feet. "Calm down," Yeri slurs, "I doubt she's even—"

Her reassurance is interrupted by the repeated buzzes of your phone vibrating on the ground. You quickly reach down to grab it and once you turn the screen over to check what’s causing it your eyes are sunken to a look of horror.

30 missed calls. 25 message notifications. 2 voicemails. All from 'Mom.'

Your face goes ghostly pale, your heart beats irregular patterns as your legs jitter beneath you.

It's already too late.

"What?.." Yeri mumbles cautiously once she notices your sudden change of face.

"My.. My mom.." you respond with a shaky voice.

"I'm fucking dead."

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The two of you anxiously walk up to the door, you being more of a nervous wreck, and hesitantly lift your fist to knock.

You place your hand back down out of fear but it doesn't save you from the anticipated confrontation once the door suddenly swings open, a pissed mom immediately coming into view. It's like she was summoned.

You don't dare to look at her, keeping your head down in shame as you drag your feet inside, Yeri promptly following behind you.

When lifting your head slightly, you can spot your sisters sitting on the couch, all looking directly at you with mischievous grins.

You knew it! You just knew they were going to rat you and Yeri out to your mom!

At least this time Yeri can finally get her long overdue karma, even if it costs you getting punished too..

You and Yeri stand side by side, looking down with guilty faces as you wait for someone.. anyone to say anything! The tension is palpable, the atmosphere so thick you could probably cut it with a knife, the room sits quieter and it seems as if you can feel your mom's fiery stare boring into your soul.

"You two better get to explaining. Right now."

You open your mouth to try defending yourself, to muster anything, but nothing comes out, no matter how hard you try to form a sentence.

You turn to Yeri, your eyes seeking her out for any assistance to help calm this mess down. She looks at you with fear in her eyes, but nods understandingly and turns back to your mom.

For a few seconds, you finally feel relieved, but your short-lived happiness is ripped into tiny shreds once your heart sinks, the next words coming out of her mouth leaving you speechless.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Park! I didn't want to leave, I promise, but Y/N kept egging me on and pressuring me to go out, she even stole my phone and kept it until I was given no choice but to sneak out with her to this weird house party in some odd neighborhood!"

"—Yeah. Y/N told us that she was sneaking off to a party and didn't want us to tell anyonee!" one of your sisters suddenly decide to add in.

"What?!" you gasp, looking around in confusion, like you were suddenly taken into a different universe.

You mean, you have to have been, right?..

Because there's no way in hell you're actually being put to blame for all of Yeri's actions right now..

Right?!

"She got me into smoking and drinking with her even though I've never done a thing like that a day in my life! I wanted to call you and tell you about this sooner, but she was acting insane and didn’t allow me to! At some point she somehow convinced me that none of it was a big deal, stole my phone again and made us stay at that place for hours and hours! I was so nervous and scared!.." Yeri feigns a sob, a singular tear rolling down her cheek as she looks at your mom with pleading eyes.

You can't believe your ears.

Your mouth is fallen in shock, looking at Yeri in disbelief. Not only is she flipping this whole story on you, but she’s adding more things that she herself didn’t even do to you and exaggerating these things and the things she actually did to the point that it makes you look like an actual monster!

Your mom turns to you, absolute fury embedded in those squinted eyes. You can try saying she's "disappointed" in you, but nothing can downplay the anger boiling deep inside her. You can practically see steam fuming out of her ears. "I can't believe you, Y/N."

She can't believe you? You can't believe her! Your mom is really falling for Yeri's lies.

"What? No! Yeri's lying right out of her ass! She did all of these things, from taking my phone when I was the one trying to call and let you know that she was sneaking out, to persuading me to smoke and drink with her!

Look, we both know I’ve never been the most perfect daughter, but even you know that I would never do such horrible things like that to anyone.. so why are you believing her so easily?" Your voice cracks, struggling to hold in the tears of betrayal and anger.

"Yeri's the devil! She's a good-for-nothing bitch who does nothing but always try to make me look like the villain! I've done nothing!"

Your mom struts over to you, taking a hold of your wrist and storms off with you toward the stairs.

"I'm beyond sick of this disrespect, Y/N!" her grip on you tightens, "You lie on Yeri for your wrongdoings, you're trying to teach your younger sisters to lie for you, you're sneaking out and leaving your sisters at home all alone for hours, you've been smoking and drinking behind my back so now you're trying to bring Yeri down to your level so that you don't have to be the only one at fault?

How can someone be such a bad influence?"

Your mom throws you into your room. "Give me all of your electronics because you're grounded. And you can forget about going to any more school events for the rest of the year too."

You burst into tears, pleading and insisting to her that you didn't commit any of these actions, but she just won't open her ears. It's insane how she's more in favor of believing this brat who she's known for barely a year rather than her own daughter.

Your bleary eyes look through the space between your mom and the door, noticing Yeri standing at the bottom of the stairs eavesdropping on you. You two make eye contact for only a second, but that short period doesn't stop you from seeing that devilish glint in her heartless eyes and that devious smirk on her lips, full with the intent of nothing but evil. Not an ounce of sympathy to be found.

You zone out for the remainder of your mom's fuss, your face gradually contorting into a glower, thinking deeply about how tricked you feel.. how betrayed.

You always knew Yeri was a troublemaker, a menace, but never did you think she'd go this far with you, especially right as you thought the two of you were finally getting along.

But it's okay because now you understand that you've been too easy with her..

letting her get away with ruining too much stuff..

so as of now, this has become war.

A war of revenge.

And you're going to do everything and anything you can to let karma bite her back in the ass so painfully that she'll never want to mess with you again.

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

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can i can i can i request a fluff please? 🥹 a seeeeeuuuulgiiii fluff?

bear — kang seulgi

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗻/𝗮

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟳𝟴𝟮

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗼 😓 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸

“love, pleaseeeee!” you pleaded, holding onto her shirt. “it’s soooooo cute!” seulgi rolled her eyes, hiding her smile.

“no, y/n. i have no money. i gotta save it on groceries and stuff for the members since it’s my week to buy it.” you frowned, letting go of her shirt.

“whatever.” seulgi’s neutral face turned into a frown as well when she heard your reaction. “baby, i’m sorry. really. i’ll make it up to you soon, i swear.”

“swear?” you raised an eyebrow. “swear.” she replied, a smile on her face. “let’s go then!!”

“where to? my treat — nothing too expensive. i still need to have money for rent and food..” seulgi sighed. “here!” you led her to a blind box figurine place, filled with things like smiski and sanrio.

“you can pick two. since they’re small.” you got distracted very easily, mostly just looking around and telling seulgi how cute they all were and how you couldn’t choose. not that she was complaining of course, she enjoyed seeing you happy.

in the end you ended up picking two of the smiski bed series. “they’re so cute! seulgi, look!! we can match! since they’re both from the same series.” your cheeks were slightly red and seulgi found it adorable. “wanna open them here or somewhere else?”

“let’s open it here.” your box had the smiski sleeping figure and seulgi had the fussing one. “they’re so cute. i can’t.” seulgi took you home and you didn’t want her to leave, but she had to go grocery shopping for the dorm — which was half true. she ended up going back to the mall and bought the bear stuffed animal you wanted.

“thank you so much.” seulgi smiled, the bear in a cute little bag and sealed nicely. she put it next to her in the passenger seat, a replacement for you at the moment and headed to the grocery store.

“hey, seul.” irene smiled, helping seulgi carry the groceries from the front door. “hi unnie.” irene’s gaze instantly noticed the small white bag on the floor. “what’s that?”

“a gift for y/n.” irene nodded. “what is it?” she asked, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. she began putting away everything, seulgi helping her. “just a stuffed animal she wanted.”

irene laughed, “you buy her everything she wants. she’s so spoiled. not that i’m complaining, but she is. even though you give her a ton of gifts, you better be treating her right. gifts are something, but the way you treat someone matters even more.”

“i know, unnie. i am. she deserves the world and i’m giving her the best i can.” she sighed. irene smiled, “you’re doing great, seulgi. don’t worry.”

“ugh, is there food yet?? we’re starving.” yeri groaned, walking out of her room with joy following behind. “there will be soon. where’s wendy?” irene looked up.

“bathroom.” joy was too busy on her phone texting someone. “hey! park sooyoung, who are you texting!” yeri tried taking away her phone to see. “no one!”

“who is it?” you asked, looking through the small hole in your door. you saw it was seulgi and immediately opened it, hugging her within seconds. “can i come in?”

“oh yeah! sorry.” you laughed awkwardly, standing out of the way so she could come in. you noticed she walked sideways so you couldn’t see her back. “hey, kang seulgi. what are you hiding huh?”

“surprise!!” she held out the bag and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. your eyes went wide, “oh my gosh, seulgi, thank you! you didn’t have to get me anything you know.. now i feel bad. and it’s not any special occasion.” your arms were around her neck, a smile across your face.

“let’s go to the living room to open it.”

“no way seulgi. seriously?? after you said no?” you looked at her with an “are you kidding?” face. you weren’t complaining.. okay maybe a little, but it was cute so you weren’t gonna. too much. “if you have no money it’s okay. i don’t mind. all i need is you.”

“i know, i know. but i felt a little bad.”

“seulgi!” you hit her arm, the brown bear stuffie in your lap. “it’s cute, so i think you should be happy.” she huffed.

“still, don’t spend your money on me all of the time! materials don’t matter much to me. it’s you that matters. you are my girlfriend after all. not my necklaces or food or this bear you got me.”

“fine, fine. i’ll refrain for a while.” seulgi put both of her hands up. “thank you, love.” you smiled, “i love you. i hope you know that.”

“i do.”

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curi0us-gh0st · 6 months

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𖤐⭒๋࣭ 23 REASONS ༘ *

EXHIBITIONISM.

kinktober is right here .ᐟ pairings: red velvet x fem!reader. word count: 0.5 k genre: smut. summary: You should think about whether you should close the bedroom door or whether there really is favoritism. a/n: seulrene my mommies

“You don’t need to feel nervous, darling.” Seulgi kissed her cheek, sliding his hand under her skirt, playing with her covered pussy.

Her eyes were closed, while you bit your lips out of nervousness, feeling shy and embarrassed, Seulgi's whispers didn't help, your stomach was churning with fear, or God knows what.

“She looks so cute.” Joy's comment made you squint tighter, nervous about opening them and finding her unnies seeing her in that deplorable state.

"Let's baby. Open your eyes, we have company.” Her girlfriend encouraged her, but it had no effect. “If you don’t, I’ll stop right now.”

You took a deep breath, summoning up the courage you were lacking just to open your eyes and find four pairs of eyes fixed on you. Her girlfriend swallowing at her obedience, reaching inside her panties to play with her clit gently, letting a moan escape her lips only to see Joy hide her red face in Wendy's shoulder, while Wendy lowered her head to hide her cheeks , Yeri covering her face with her hands, the three youngest reacting while her unnie, looked at you shamelessly, her cheeks and the tips of her ears flushed.

“Look at the mess you’re making with them, baby.” Seulgi teases you.

You were in the room you and Seulgi shared when you were caught having a make out session, only for Joy to come up with this stupid idea and Seulgi quickly agreed.

You grabbed Seulgi's hand, digging your nails in as she asked for more, you were becoming embarrassed just wanting to have your orgasm soon.

Seulgi stuck two fingers inside you, making your chest arch, letting more of your cute breasts show for the eyes of your members.

“So cute, I could squeeze it and it would never get sick.” Yeri commented as she licked her lips watching her breasts move.

“Yeri!” Wendy scolded her, only for the youngest to stick her tongue out at her.

“Unnie is so pretty…” Joy complimented, making you smile shyly at her.

Her moans increased as her orgasm approached, trying to hide her face on Seulgi's shoulder.

“Y/N-ah, we want to see your reaction cumming for us.” Irene spoke for the first time that night, her own cheeks burning with shyness.

“You heard your leader, be obedient.” Seulgi encouraged.

You turned your face, looking at the other girls, moaning as you squeezed Seulgi's fingers, looking mainly at Irene, licking and biting your lips to tease, lifting your chest to show more of your breasts.

“Seulgi-ah, pull her panties away!” Yeri asked, her puppy dog eyes asking.

“Limits, Yeri.” Seulgi responding, only to see the younger girl roll her eyes.

Her hand coming up to grab Seulgi's shoulder, looking for support as her climax hit you, moaning and writhing with her orgasm, soaking your cute panties. Seulgi taking her fingers out of her panties and reaching out to the person who was marveling at the sight of her orgasm, Irene slowly opening her mouth to lick up her sweet nectar.

“I see there is a certain favoritism here.” Yeri commented, making everyone laugh.

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#👻 gh0st fic !#28 reasons #kinktober #smut #smut fic #kpop #kpop fic #red velvet #red velvet smut #seulgi #kang seulgi #irene #bae joohyun #wendy #son seungwan #joy #park sooyoung #yeri #kim yerim

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wolfs-archive · 4 months

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"She is my love, I won't hurt her either way."

Masterlist

Summary: Kim Y/N, the only twin sister of Kim Seungmin confesses to Seo Changbin after a drunk night.

Pairing: Student!SeoChangbin X Student!Y/N X Student!KimSeungmin.

Genre: slightly maybe angst, fluff, drunk confessions.

Note: Y/N is jut a bossy girl but kind at heart. The Seo Changbin, Kim Seungmin or the other members mentioned here are no where related to the idol Stray Kids and are just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

"Seugmin, we are about to arrive at your house, can you come pick up Y/N at the door? She is completely wasted." asked Mina, Y/N's friend and college mate. "Aishh!!! This Y/N, Okay, I'll come" said Seungmin.

It was a Saturday night with semester exams over, Seungmin had called over his friends to have fun at his house. Seungmin, a music major had 7 other friends who were pursuing the same major as him. They had a mini band in college called the Stray Kids. One of the wildin groups of the college which were known well for their self producing music and winning a lot of competitions overseas. Kim Y/N, a twin of Seungmin but younger to him by a minute. Always boss around her close mates also her brother's friends. Pursuing her designing course in the same college as Seungmin. A known brat. Is very close to her 2 friend's Mina and Yeri. Actually has a big fat secret crush on Changbin, but afraid that her might turn her down and hence has had all the thoughts to herself.

"What the hell, Kim Y/N, I get that you have completed the semester, but I really am feeling embarrassed to take you into the house with all my friends there, look at you how flushed your face is, so red. Don't you know your limits?" Seungmin threw a fit of rage as he helped her walk all the way from the entrance to their door. "Stap it, don't yell, hab I eveer toldd mumm , dad about haw yov came houme that day gettung drank?" she babbled. "Stop your nonsense, can't even form coherent sentences but look at how wide your mouth goes when it comes to complaining about me" he said as he took her inside. "Woah Y/N, never knew that the girl who bossed us around will come home one day getting drunk" said Felix as he saw Seungmin finding it difficult to carry her where as Chan immediately gave him a helping hand. "Leave me" she said as she left their grasp and started walking towards Changbin, as she was about to fall down, he went to catch her, but instead, went near him with wobbly legs, and in a minute, before anyone could understand what was going on, she just crashed her lips on his and wrapped her arms around his neck pushing his head with her hands even further for the kiss. When Changbin broke out, looking at others with astonishment, Y/N said "Hey baby, yov look handshome always and I lob yov as I always hab, I jast missed yov."saying so, she fell unconscious. "This daughter of a ...." as Seungmin started, he was interupted by Hyunjin, "She is your dad's daughter, don't forget that when you're cussing" he said smirkingly. "What just happened here" asked Lee Know. "Woah, Seo Changbin, never knew you were in a relationship, especially Y/N, Kim Y/n" said I.N. "No wonder, she used to work you up so much. Now I get it" said Han. "You jerk, how dare you?" Seungmin was about to punch Changbin when Chan had stopped him. " Seungmin, I swear, this has nothing to do with me, I never ever had such intentions" he lied. "Don't lie, I have always seen you picking her up and dropping her after class, getting her chocolates when I you know her bad days more than me. You think I'm dumb, I literally know what's going on between you, but I trusted you wouldn't do something I would not like, but woah, this is worse than backstabbing" he yelled. "Seungmin, I get that, I have always had feelings for her, the first day when I saw her in the library with all that sassy attitude I fell for her, but when I knew you were her brother I completely threw those thoughts into the gutter, because I values friendship more than my own interest. Y/N used to call me to pick her up that's why I used to drop her. Just like you, this came as a shock for me too." he said. "I guess we all should leave now" said Chan and everyone left the house including Changbin.

"Morning Seungmo, my head hurts, thanks for taking me to my bed" said Y/N as she sat on the kitchen counter to see what Seungmin was preparing for breakfast. "Woah, thanks to you too, I have had a sleepless night and a headache. We have something to talk and Changbin will arrive here now" he said. "Oh, Binnie is coming? Why? Why not others?" she asked curiously. "That's because Binnie had a big role to play yesterday, the others were not involved. That's why" he replied with annoyance. "Wth, I don't understand anything, would you mind explaining, Kim Seungmin" Y/N scoffed. "Shouldn't you be the one explaining bout yesterday kissing Changbin?" he asked as he saw the horrified expression on her face. "What are you telling?Oh my gosh, my head is hurting. I'm going to my room to rest." she said. "Don't do your dramas over here. Drama queen; pretending like you don't know. I know how you have been acting lately when it comes to others and always having a soft spot for Bin, i just thought you would toss it out but yesterday, did you know how embarrassing it was when you kissed him infront of the others." he said. "And on top of that, you called him baby, not to mention, you have been asking him to drop you off classes, buy you chocolates during your cycles? What is this Y/N? How would you feel if I dated Mina or Yeri?" he asked. "I don't mind unless they are fine with it" she mocked. "That's not the point Kim Y/N" he yelled when they were stopped by calling bell. "Come in Bin" Seungmin invited him.

"Look her, I don't know what you both are upto. But I really don't want to loose either of you. After giving things a lot of thought yesterday night. I feel there can be no other person who can take care of you as Changbin does and no one can love you as Y/N does. But don't forget the fact that both of you are equally important to me. I can't stand loosing Bin as a friend, at the same time Y/N is important in my life too, not to mention she is my sister. I'm going inside, just you to talk it amongst yourselves" he said as he was about to leave to his room. "Stop Seungmin, just be here and listen to the entire thing. Seo Changbin, there's no more hiding in it. I like you, sorry I love you and have always loved you. They say drunken words are sober thoughts, so I don't think I need to explain if I'm just goofing around or if I'm serious. I really love you and want to marry you. I just can't imagine a life without you. If you don't like me then fine, I'll try my best to impress you. Still if you don't fall for me, then I'll make sure never to cross your line ever in life. You exactly, have 2 minutes to make up your....." before she could finish, she was shut with a kiss. "I knew something, like this would happen, that's why I told I'll wait inside." Seungmin said as he went inside his room hitting his head in annoyance. "Kim Y/N, I too love you, have been loving you since the day I saw you in library fighting against a senior, but when I knew you were Seungmin's sister, guilt swept over me. As a man of principles, I chose to be loyal to my friend rather than deceiving him. I will you love me the same way for your rest of your life? I'll always be around you. Let's love like there's no tomorrow, get married, share our family name, build a small family and live happily ever after." said Changbin. "Kim Seungmin, come out, we are not doing anything unholy" he said. "What?" Seungmin questioned. "From now on, Y/N is mine. I'm leaving what's mine in your presence. Please take care of her when I'm not here." he said. "As if I'm going to throw Y/N out of the window, the moment you step out" he said. "Dare you to" he replied. "Also just in case I'm not being a boomer, but yea no sleeping together, no having unholy stuffs, and no dirty talks both of you. You can cuddle and kiss her maybe. But yea no staying over here for a night, no going on late night or out of town dates. Anywhere you take Y/N, bring her here by 8:00. And yea don't ever allow her to drink. She is such a menace when drunk. Didn't you see yesterday? he scoffed. "Only because of that I could find my love" he said smiling looking at Y/N "And yea, just because she is my sister, no taking advantage of her. If you dare to make her cry, trust me I'll break all the fingers making you not able to lift even a single weight and slit your throat that you won't be able to sing again not to mention about you rapping." he said. "She is my love, I won't hurt her either way." he said.

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tdoong15 · 7 months

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hello kai, loved the last fic, I feel like middle SMC would do that 100 procent irl with yeri, shuhua too if she didnt need to go home. the chaos would of been real for 2yeon

with a new request here, about baby momo wanting to have a play date with dubs and being really clingy to her and not wanting to be held or cuddly with anyone else and just being such a cutie while mommy 2yeon trying to get baby momo to nap in her crib but she doesn't want to because she wants to stay with dubs

Hello Chimp, I'm glad you enjoyed the last fic, I imagine that it would be peak chaos for 2yeon if it was SMC, Yeri, Mina and Shuhua all playing. Also this request is really nice.

Little!Momo. Cg!2yeon. Bigsis!Dahyun (basically.)

Warnings: none

Dubs and Momoring

Dahyun was sitting at the table eating kimbap when she felt a tug at her shirt, when she looked down she saw Momo holding onto her shirt. “Oh, hello Momo. How are you?” Dahyun questions, when Dahyun spoke Momo looks up at her, she grins widely and reaches her arms out to Dahyun. “P'ay?” Momo opens and closes her hands at Dahyun, to indicate that she wanted to be picked up.

“Yeah I'll play with you Momo.” Dahyun smiles and she picks up Momo, which makes the little squeal in happiness and kick her legs. Dahyun walked over to Momo's room so they could play together, she tried to place Momo on the floor but she refused to let go of Dahyun. “Okay, I guess you can sit on my lap whilst we play.”

Momo smiled widely and she stayed in Dahyun's arms whilst she sat down. Momo reached over to grab two toys and she handed one to Dahyun. Dahyun happily takes the toy and she plays with Momo, the regressed girl leans in closer and she hugs Dahyun whilst she continues to play. “Sissy, p'ay somethin’ else pwease?” Momo said whilst she pointed at her makeup bag. Dahyun nods her head and she grabs the bag and she passes it to Momo.

Momo shuffled in Dahyun's lap so she was facing her. “Are you going to do my makeup, Momoring?” Dahyun asks which Momo responded by giggling and nodding her head. Dahyun stays still whilst Momo gives her a new makeup look by giving her bright pink cheeks because of the amount of blush Momo placed on her finger as well as a lot of lipstick. When she finished, Momo smiled and she clapped a lot. “Woah dubu wook vewy pwetty!”

Dahyun grabbed her phone, turning on her camera to look at her new look. “Wow, that's amazing, Momo. Maybe you should do my makeup more often.” Dahyun responds, which makes Momo quickly wrap her arms around Dahyun and bury her head in the crook of Dahyun's neck. After a few minutes of the duo just hugging each other, they both heard Nayeon and Jeongyeon call out for lunch. “Well let's get going, Momoring.” Dahyun stands up, making sure that Momo stays in her arms since that's where the little wanted to be. When they reached the kitchen, Dahyun was able to make Momo sit next to her, in fact their chairs were basically together because of how close they were, the only thing that was different was that Momo was placed into a highchair instead due to the fact that she had regressed to a young age.

Lunchtime wasn't too bad, mainly because Momo loved eating her food, the only challenge was that she repeatedly leans over to Dahyun to smile at her and so she could get her attention, it didn't annoy Dahyun at all, she actually gave Momo the attention she wanted by doing things such as holding her hand or pulling funny faces which made Momo laugh loudly and hit the tray on the highchair. A few moments later, Momo and Dahyun were in the lounge, Dahyun had Momo sat in her lap once again whilst they watched Barbie despite it being time for Momo to have her nap.

Nayeon checked the time and she saw that Momo needed to have her nap so she wouldn't be cranky later. “Jeong, we need to get Momo now” Nayeon whispers, Jeongyeon nodded and she walked over to where Momo sat with Dahyun and she gently touched Momo's shoulder. “It's nap time, little one.” Jeongyeon says with a soft tone, in response, Momo shakes her head and she clings to Dahyun more.

“Come on bub, we know that you want to spend more time with Dahyun but you need to have your nap or else you'll have a temper tantrum.” Nayeon tries to reason with Momo whilst she rubs Momo's back, but it wasn't successful, Momo still clung onto Dahyun and she whined softly through her pacifier, it was clear that she wanted to stay awake and be with Dahyun more, she didn't care about her nap.

Dahyun grins sheepishly because she thought that she couldn't do anything in this situation, she wasn't upset with it or anything but she knew that Momo should probably listen to her mommies and go to sleep. Nayeon and Jeongyeon didn't attempt to pull Momo away from Dahyun because they were 100% sure that it would result in Momo freaking out and crying. Nayeon and Jeongyeon stood there in the middle of the room, wondering what they should do until an idea popped into Jeonyeon's head, so she quickly whispered it to Nayeon.

“What if Dahyun takes Momo instead of us since she's the only person that Momo is clinging onto today?” Nayeon instantly agreed with Jeongyeon and she went over to Dahyun and she whispered the idea to her. Dahyun nods her head and she stands up, keeping Momo in her arms. “Let's go Momoring, I'll even make sure that your mommy and mama reads you a story or sings a song to you before your nap. And I'll be right by your side while you sleep.” Dahyun promises to Momo who seemed to look up at her with the biggest pair of puppy eyes and reluctantly agree to the idea.

So with that in mind, Dahyun walks to Momo's room with Nayeon and Jeongyeon walking behind them. Despite the initial resistance Momo eventually laid down in her crib, Dahyun then sat on the floor next to the crib and she held Momo's hand to comfort her. Dahyun also made sure to make sure that every part of her deal was met by making Nayeon and Jeongyeon read a story to Momo, which they normally do anyway. This time they let Momo pick out the story called ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ as they both took turns reading the story to Momo, the regressed girl began to relax but she never let go of Dahyun's finger even when she fell asleep halfway through the story.

Hiiii, I hope everyone's day/evening/night is amazing. Also what do guys think about Twice's new album, based on the snippets?

#twice #twice agere #sfw agere #sfw caregiver #cg!jeongyeon #cg!nayeon #little!momo #dahyun #kpop agere

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chimivx · 2 months

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TASTE. -> 'Haven' from the POV of Hyunjin. (Part Six of Six)

summary: 1998 is his year. He's sure of it. (With a bonus snippet of the future.)

word count: 12k

warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol abuse, struggles with mental health themes, cursing, drug use mentions, sex is insinuated, physical violence between male friends is talked about, if I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

a/n: I don't even know how to say goodbye to this. This has been two years of my life. Thank you to everyone who's been on this wild ride. <3

more about Beomgyu and his family in NMWID.

“You can take this, and you can sit down,” Felix’s voice carried through his kitchen, our kitchen, as he handed Seungmin a pitcher of water and waved him away. “You haven’t slept in thirty six hours, you’re nuts if you think I’m going to let you do too much.” Laughter followed, pulling a smile out of me.

From the kitchen table I heard Changbin reprimand the boy as well, telling him again and again how he’s been working too hard, too much. Glancing their way from where I stood at the counter plating a couple dishes, I couldn’t help but laugh. Seungmin had all eyes on him, and several different people doting on his every need.

Felix, setting the table up making sure he had what he needed in front of him. Changbin, filling up his glass with water when he set the pitcher down. Jeongin, unfolding a napkin and laying it across his lap to protect the scrubs he hadn’t changed out of yet. Changbins girlfriend, Yeri, who he’d been seeing for over a year now fussed over Seungmins messy hair, jokingly brushing it away from his forehead like a mother. Jisoo, Jeongins new girl of a few weeks, sat back, watching the chaos unfold before her.

“You didn’t even change your clothes,” Yeri nagged, and Changbin agreed with her. The two were a perfect pair, Yeri knew how to match Changbin’s playful side perfectly. She plopped beside her boyfriend and narrowed her eyes toward the nurse. “Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten today.”

Seungmin, sipping his water, nearly choked, planting the glass down with persistence. “I didn’t change my clothes, you think I had time to eat!? Why do you think I’m here!”

Insistent messy chatter erupted once more, the table full of so much life my cheeks hurt from smiling. Taking the plates to the group I sat them down, the finishing touches, and relished in the happy sounds from every mouth. Wasting no time they dug in, letting Seungmin fill his plate first, taking turns helping each other with their portions.

Folding my hands in front of myself, I stood a foot away and watched them indulge. Taking in every smile, every compliment, every little piece of this evening that brought me comfort, and I pocketed it with the intention to remember it on a bad day. Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin… Friends who stuck by me through the worst. The last two years that pulled me through the ringer, a challenge in every waking moment. Yeri, who slipped right into our dynamic with ease, becoming everyone's mother, and Jisoo who I’m sure will slip into a role at any minute. They were my people. My family.

And then, at the end of the table, an empty chair beside him, sat Felix. A smile resting on his lips he watched me watch them. The blonde, baby faced Aussie, love of my life.

A month after our decision to take our time we dove headfirst into the deep end. Neither of us could help ourselves, certainly not when you spend every waking second together. Though, I won’t lie, the beginning was rough.

After Minho fought dirty and I was able to go home, Felix took me to my apartment. Changbin followed and helped us inside. Once things were deemed safe, and I was somewhat okay, he headed out for the night knowing I had Felix to look after me. I had a shower, that I’m ashamed to admit Felix took with me, a platonic shower. Nothing happened, he may have kissed me, and I may have kissed him back, and I may have had to sit on the edge of the bathtub because it was hard to stand for so long, but it doesn’t matter!

He helped me into bed and he laid with me, and I watched him fall asleep. Those long lashes brushing his freckled cheeks tore me to pieces. That night they weren’t enough to keep me where I was supposed to be, in bed, next to him.

Awake for hours, my mind raced, thoughts I couldn’t even begin to put together now that I’ve worked them out with Namjoon, the therapist I’ve been seeing for two years. He’d been able to fix most of what had happened, even though Felix tells me it was I who did the work…

The thoughts were coming toward me rapidly, faster than ever, and we still don’t know if it was purely just a panic attack or if it was the aftereffects of what had happened to me, and the oxygen to brain thing. I was near hallucinating, hearing my father, seeing him… Wondering if the fight had really been between Minho and I, or he and I… Your mind is the scariest place to be trapped in.

Living through this before, I knew only one way to cope. And it wasn’t by waking Felix up.

I snuck out of bed, almost toppled to the floor, and inched my way into the kitchen to that goddamned cabinet that was still full of my vice. Felix will tell me he found me before it got too bad, I don’t really remember anything after rolling off my mattress. Part of me thinks he’s saving my feelings by telling me it wasn’t bad, and that he himself doesn’t want to relive it by telling me the truth.

I forgive him for that.

We ended up in the emergency room anyways, so protecting my feelings or not I know it was awful. The only thing he’ll tell me is that he took me there because he loves me, and they were the only people capable of keeping me safe. I stayed there for a few days, and then I was sent back home.

Great system. Really, really great system.

It felt like I had been thrown straight back into the nightmare I had been living for a year. Sleepless nights, unable to leave the apartment, drinking myself unconscious… Was a wonder why Felix signed himself up for this trainwreck so quickly. Through the start of my hours in therapy it soon came to my realization that Jade was never the main issue like I had thought she was.

Did she cause some of my distress? Yes.

Did I cause most of her distress? Yes.

Did we both deserve that? No.

The main, huge, horrific issue that bitch slapped me across the face was my childhood. A topic that took months to unravel, and is still being unraveled. A terrible thing to uncover and relive, truly.

But, I’ve been sober for three months now so something must be working.

I find joy in having my friends, our friends, over for dinner once a month. Moving into Felix’s home at the start of this year it was his idea to start the tradition, to keep us all close. No one found interest in Haven anymore, so it was a win win. Our home became the spot for them to loiter, the couches for them to snooze on, the fridge to raid. And we loved every second of it.

It brought me genuine joy now that I could process it clearly.

Felix pulled out the chair beside him and wiggled a finger at me toward him. Giving him a small smile and a nod, I backed up to the fridge first to grab us drinks, not realizing Jisoo had beaten me there. She let out a quiet laugh as I bumped her with my back.

“So sorry,” I breathed, whipping myself around, taking an appropriate step back. Flashing me her heart shaped smile she shrugged it off.

“You’re good,” she pulled the fridge open and quizzed the selection with narrowed eyes, flashing me a look. “What are you drinkin’?”

Folding my hands over my front like they had been, I tilted my head and said, “I can grab it, don’t worry.”

A smirk grew on her pink lips as she eyed me. Reaching into the fridge she fumbled with a box for a second, then handed me a beer before grabbing two for herself. “Here, it’s Jeongin’s favorite, try it. We brought a whole case, he won’t miss one.” With a quick wink and a push of the fridge door, the crop top, jean wearing girl with long dark hair sauntered away, leaving me with an ice cold bottle of beer in my hand.

She’s lucky beer wouldn’t be my first choice.

It did look good though, the label talking about some brand new flavor supposed to be as crisp as ever… The brown tint of the bottle was all too familiar. It was a twist off, too. We didn’t have any bottle openers in the house. This one would pop right off in my hand. It’d be cold going down, and if the label told me the truth, it’d chill me out in seconds.

But, I didn’t need to be chill right now.

I was already chill.

She put this in my hand without knowing a thing. Our friends were allowed to bring their own drinks over, knowing we never kept any in the house, we allowed them to bring what they wanted as long as it left with them. No one offered me any, no one made a big deal over where to put them or whether or not they had to hide them.

I could control myself.

Changbin has lessened what he drinks around me, but I don’t force him to stop completely, he’s done that on his own. He tells me he’s started doing it for himself, but I know after watching me do what I’ve done I’m the reason why. Seungmin never really enjoyed drinking, but he’d have one occasionally if the day was special. Jeongin, the youngest of us all, compared to Changbin.

And Felix, he’s been sober since that one night at Haven where the two of us were first shoved within that tiny bathroom stall.

Opening this, drinking it, would undo three months. This is the longest I’ve gone without a single sip since I was probably fifteen years old. I felt proud of myself. It felt like a major accomplishment, and everyone around me seems to think so as well. On the date, Felix took me to dinner. Changbin and Yeri called, Seungmin stopped by before his nightshift, and Jeongin got to me a day or so after when he could make it by the house. He brought me pink frosted cupcakes and couldn’t stop hugging me.

I was going on month four. If it was to end with dinner with my boyfriend, phone calls and hugs from my best friends and pink frosted cupcakes… I wasn’t about to fuck it all up.

A deep, beautiful, lilted laugh from the table confirmed my decision.

I popped the beer back in the box and grabbed two cans of Sprite, then hightailed it over to my gorgeous boy. Pressing a kiss to his head, I cracked his open and slipped it into his hand. Amidst the chatter he glanced at it, smiled, then looked up at me.

This was what we’d bring each other in moments of gratitude. A reminder of all we’ve done, all we’ve been through, all we continue to get through, day by day. An ‘I love you’ of sorts.

Major props to Namjoon for suggesting we implement something special into our lives for occasions where words won’t give it justice. Something only Felix and I would understand.

Bending over halfway, my hair shielding his face from the room that paid no mind to us, I caught his smiling lips in a soft kiss, one that’d last me until the hours of night after our friends have gone, when I can finally take care of him in ways he always deserves.

Turns out he really is a good teacher.

“Got a question for you, better answer now!”

Changbin had a beer in his hand. On his feet, his chair pushed out from behind him, he held it in the air as the table sang back, “Yeah!”

Yeri sat backward, a hand covering her jaw as she laughed at her boyfriend, shamelessly singing along with him. Looking over at her Changbin pointed and shook his head.

“No, no!” he shouted, a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re the one who loves them so bad!” The three boys around the table were goners along with Yeri, unable to resist the energy Changbin filled the room with, their laughter loud and entertained. A smile rested on my lips, I didn’t sing along, but I was enjoying the show.

“Am I original?” Changbin leaned toward Yeri, acquiring his ‘Yeah!’ from the people who actually listened to this song. “Am I the only one?” Another ‘Yeah!’ sounded around the room, and with each word he closed in the space between him and Yeri. Then, he slipped around the back of her chair running a hand through her hair before he popped next to Felix, laying his head on his shoulder as he gave me a funny look. “Am I sexual?”

Raising my brows, my laughter finally cracked through, his aim of the game. I joined in the final ‘Yeah!’ and he shouted with glee. I wasn’t dumb, I knew who the Backstreet Boys were, Felix was obsessed with them much like Yeri was. He loved Kevin Richardson, or whatever his name was, which blew my mind because Nick Carter is right there. Not that I paid attention to it or anything.

“You like this song.” Felix’s smile still had the power to flip my stomach in cartwheels. Changbin hummed from his shoulder and pursed his lips.

“Do not,” I huffed, looking around the table. Jeongin sipped his beer and hummed the rest of the song to himself and Seungmin who took part in tapping the beat with his glass.

Changbin shared a devious look with Felix, Yeri giggling from her chair.

Together they both sang, “Rock your body right!”

Everyone sang, “Backstreets back…”

Lifting my gaze, planting it on my grinning, hopeful boyfriend, I raised my almost empty can and gave them what they wanted. “Alright!”

Felix lurched forward and grabbed onto my arms while Changbin held his up in triumph. “Hyunjin loves the Backstreet Boys!”

“Do not!” I sneered at my best friend, a smile pulling at my lips the entire time. Working his way back to his seat, Changbin finished his beer and shot me a glare.

“Do too, Mr. Nick Carter,” he said.

Seungmin smacked his hands together and laughed. “Are we shocked?” He gestured to Felix and the Aussie blushed. “He’s got a crush on that guy from Titanic, too.”

Felix giggled. “Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Yeah, him,” Seungmin said, sitting back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.

Jeongin narrowed his eyes, his attention on me. “Blondes,” he half whispered.

Holding up my hands, feeling my cheeks flush, I looked hurriedly from Felix to my friends in defense. “Whoa, whoa, hold up, I do not have a crush…” Felix took one of my hands in his.

“Darling,” he said, smooth as butter. My walls fell quick. “You have a type. And, you do have a crush on Leonardo DiCaprio. We went to see that movie in theatres three times, and I knew it wasn’t ‘cause it’s your new favorite love story.” He tried to copy my voice and got everyone to laugh.

Locked into his eyes, I nodded. “I do have a crush on Leonardo DiCaprio.” Felix danced a finger around my palm looking at me like a lost puppy.

“You do, don’t you?” he asked, and when I nodded again, our friends answered with laughter.

“That,” Changbin held out his beer toward us, gathering our attention. “I love that, when you do that.”

Jeongin snickered. “You mean when Felix makes him all gushy?” Seungmin and Yeri agreed.

Trying to shake his hands away I sat forward and furrowed my brows. “Hey!” I’d lost the bark in my tone over these last few months. Everyone will tell me it’s a good thing. “I do not get gushy, you jerks! I am still…” Seungmin cleared his throat and pointed to Felix with his eyes. Turning my head, Felix’s eyes were slightly wide, his brows somewhat flipped.

“Keep going,” he said softly. Sitting back, I shook my head a bit and reached for his hand. One graze of his thumb over the boney back of my hand and I was down for the count. Then, a smirk grew on his lips and he threw our friends a look of success. “Twice!” Laughter roared from every corner of the room.

Groaning, I took a hand to my forehead. I couldn’t hide my smile, I knew it, too. He had me wrapped around his finger. Leaning over to him as our friends tossed around the discussion some more, my lips ghosted his ear and I whispered to him a promise of what I’d do to him later if he stopped his teasing. I’d never seen him straighten out faster, his cheeks going pink.

The best part of it all, we were equally wrapped around each other's fingers.

“Who’s got a kid?” Jisoo called out as she rounded the corner into the kitchen from the dimly lit hall. Felix’s grip tightened on my hand ever so slightly, but it didn’t stop my heart from sinking into the floor. The girl wore an innocent smile, unable to read the room as she sat down beside her boyfriend, having only gotten up moments prior to use the restroom. Jeongin threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in, whispering paragraphs into her ear.

This poor girl must’ve not been briefed before she walked into the building. Her smile wiped away halfway through Jeongin’s lament.

Changbin held up his beer once more. “Mr. Hwang Hyunjin,” he said with pride. Yeri smacked his bicep, not that her tiny hands had any effect over his insane muscle.

Jisoo lifted a hand to her lips, her eyes going wide. “I’m so sorry,” she said, shaking her head, her gaze darting between Felix and I. Jeongin, lips pulled into his mouth, gave us an apologetic look. Seungmin simply refilled his water and watched everything go down. His eyes were heavy, he’d be leaving shortly if he wasn’t crashing on our couch.

To everyone's surprise, I was calm. Turning my chin to peek at my boyfriend who was studying me, I asked between us, “Jeonghan’s door is open?”

Tracing circles into my palm, Felix poked his tongue through his lips and bobbed his head. “I don’t think you closed it when you put his new clothes in there yesterday.”

The room was my choice. My decision. Everything that went on with it, my choice. I usually keep the door shut. These past few weeks I’ve been keeping it closed unless I’m going in to work on it, or add something, or fix something.

Most of his shelves were stocked now. Clothes, shoes, hats… Anything that made me think of him while I was out, I bought. He’s even got clothes for when he grows up, when he gets bigger. Some of my stuff is folded in his drawers, old clothes from middle school and high school I’d kept in my possession after all this time, just in case.

I never knew what for. I wasn’t sure why I held onto the stuff that could somehow hold meaning until he was born. June 8th, 1997, the day I knew he’d be getting everything I own, everything that meant something to me. He deserved it all.

When I had moved out of my house before college I didn’t think to take anything with me other than what I had, what I owned personally. So many things that belonged to my mother, even my father, were all left behind, and now it's one of my biggest regrets. I have some photos of my childhood, some photos with my mother, but I longed to have something that belonged to her. Either something she wore, or something she loved.

Felix would reassure me and tell me how I am what she loved, and that’s enough, but I had plans to reach out to my family, her family, just one more time. Her younger sister, Jihyo, had to have something. If she did, Jeonghan would one day get that too.

Jeonghan. The name of my grandfather. My mother’s father. Essentially the man who saved me by sending me to college, getting me through years of school. The man who gave me my mother. Another regret… Not spending more time with him, or putting the effort in to see him more. Sometimes I wonder if my mother never got with my father would our story be different. She was raised on and around love, and ended up with him anyway.

Throughout this whole therapy process it’s been fun and somewhat bittersweet to learn how much I am exactly like her.

I don’t want to know what she'd have to say about my situation now.

I feel like I can hear her when the days go quiet.

Get that baby back.

Don’t you leave that girl alone with your child, he’s yours too.

You can do this. You can make it through this.

Fight for him.

There wasn’t a day in my life that I’d ever think about one day becoming a father. It was never in the plan. And, when I didn’t have a plan, it was never a thought. Who in their right mind would want to have a child with me? Two years ago, who would want to have a child with me?

And so, she did.

It was last January, 1997, I was here in the house on the couch sipping on a cocktail beside Felix with the radio playing and the phone rang. I was too tipsy to get up and logically answer the phone, so Felix did it. The call lasted no more than thirty seconds, and he appeared in the doorway to the living room like he’d seen a ghost.

He had told me it was Changbin, and that he had just spoken to Chan. Bahng Chan, Jade’s best friend. He took my glass from my hand and sat next to me, taking my arms in his hold. Chan had spoken with Han, who had spoken to Minho. Jade was pregnant, and she didn’t know who the father was.

Apparently it had taken them a while to get a hold of us, and to this day I don’t know how much of that reigns true. If they hadn’t gone through the grapevine in true Jade and Minho fashion they would’ve gotten to us straight away. Then I learned it had something to do with the both of them not wanting to deal with me. At the time, even through my drunk blindness I could see how immature that was.

A week or so later I met Minho face to face for the first time since he tried to kill me, though he’ll say that wasn’t the case. Jade had accompanied him, and Felix accompanied myself. In a doctor's office, bright, white and sterile, I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t speak two words to her, and it wasn’t because I was hungover. Stunned by the whole idea that this child could belong to me, the one that already made a little bump in her belly… I couldn’t fathom it.

That night Felix almost had to take me back to the emergency room.

And so, he was mine!

Now, one would think she’d take the easy way out here and do what she had to do to be rid of me like I longed to be rid of her. Why would she do this knowing that for eighteen years we’d be connected? We hadn’t seen each other in five months, and sure they weren’t awesome five months, but they were better than they were. Not having to see or deal with one another was the best thing to happen to us.

Not for nothing, her boyfriend tried to take me out.

But, that wasn’t the case!

Things were a mess until he was born, and even after he was born things were a mess. Nothing got better until this summer. Three months ago. After two years of me only hearing things through phone calls she’d have with Felix we were standing side by side in the parking lot of the grocery store down the street from Haven. I was a tad tipsy, it was a bad time. I had bottles in a bag and I was about to get into the driver's seat and take myself home.

I can understand why she’s been the way that she’s been.

Jade tried to hand me over a child support agreement from her lawyer that she pulled out of her front seat. I didn’t even hear one word of her reasoning, or why she was attempting to involve me when she had been going through Felix all this time. In fact, I said that to her. Angry, I yelled. Alcohol in my system didn’t really help my case. I ripped the paper in half and threw it on the ground. Once I was in my car, the bottles in the passenger seat, I swallowed my nausea and broke down. I sat in the parking lot and cried for an hour.

That’s when I realized I was ready to move the fuck on.

To grow the fuck up.

Only three months ago.

Jeonghan had a room, and I took care of it. Felix helped me when I asked and in turn would offer me a hand if it seemed I needed one- which was often. I could count on both hands how many times he’s snuck his way into the sky blue bedroom quietly and wrapped his arms around my waist and laid himself along my back to hold me while I cried.

He read me the instructions when I was forty five minutes deep into building the crib that would flip into a bed whenever Jeonghan grew big enough. Felix left me in the room alone when I started to take the box apart, though I’d catch him tiptoeing by the door every so often. It wasn’t until I was on the floor, hair tied back tight, holding two different pieces of the baby’s furniture that he decided to slip inside and start reading aloud where to put what.

Over the last three months I’ve put together a space for him I was proud of. To do it with Felix made it all the more special.

It’s been over a year. My priorities are straight.

I could be a dad.

I want to be a dad.

Felix would make a great one. Leading by his example, I’m sure I could too.

The house was vacant just shortly after ten o’clock. Seungmin took himself home an hour before everyone else, by the time Changbin was on his seventh song he could barely keep his head up. Thankfully he lived close by or else I’d be offering a ride home. Yeri ushered Changbin into their car before anything by Tupac could come out his mouth.

The poor guy wasn’t over it.

We fear he never will be.

With a kiss on Felix’s and I’s cheeks Yeri took him home, asking us to wish her luck, making sure the rest of her boyfriend's bottles were in his possession before they pulled away. Jeongin did the same while Jisoo held a gentle touch to my arm and spewed endless apologies for her fumble at the dinner table. The sweetest girl, she admitted her ignorance, that things between her and Innie were brand new and that she was trying her best to impress us.

Felix, accompanying Jeongin around the kitchen straightening things up, gathering their case of drinks, shot us a couple smiles. It wasn’t everyday I held up a conversation with someone I didn’t know for longer than a month or so. Jisoo seemed to care, and with how she latched onto Jeongin’s arm and fluttered her lashes toward him when he took to her side, I accepted that she was alright.

“You are in trouble for letting me do those things,” she said to him.

Jeongin, eyes shooting open wide, gestured between her and I. “I didn’t… It’s just that’s his business, I didn’t know… How am I in trouble? I was-”

“No one is in trouble,” I smiled at them both. “She’s cool,” I had said to Jeongin. “If she’s sticking around she can know.” Felix later gently scolded me for potentially beginning a lovers spat between the two. Flashing him a mischievous grin I pulled at his lip with my thumb and kissed him like I’d been longing to all night.

Though it didn’t last long.

We had a kitchen to clean and a house to put back together. Dishes were washed and dried while he sung the goddamned Backstreet Boys to himself, and the floors were swept and the table was wiped while I swallowed my smile, not letting him know how much I really fucking loved hearing him sing the goddamned Backstreet Boys to himself. Dancing around one another, moving in perfect rhythm to reset our lives that were happily disheveled for the evening, we ended up down our hallway in front of Jeonghan’s bedroom. The open door I forgot to close after I put his new clothes away in his drawers.

This was normal.

One of us, usually me, is standing here, staring into the vacant space, wondering when he’d come around to fill it. Live in it. Wondering when I’d be allowed to show it to him. Allowed to bring him here, bring him into our life, teach him, hold him.

She wouldn’t let me have him.

And not one part of me could blame her.

“She doesn’t hear anything you tell her,” I mumbled, leaning into Felix’s touch at my side.

Felix pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Keep talking.”

“I hear you on the phone,” I continued, gazing at the blue striped sheets on the mattress in the chestnut wood crib. “Leaving messages, even talking to him. Neither of them believe you.”

Taking a deep breath, keeping his hand over my back, Felix said, “A lot has happened. They weren’t here next to you throughout this last year.”

“No, they weren’t,” I spat, looking down at him. “They were playing house with my son.”

“Hyunjin,” Felix said, tone steady. “He’s Jade’s son, too.” He may as well have reached into my chest, grabbed my heart, and squeezed it until it stopped beating. I knew he didn’t mean it. He was the voice of reason, my voice of reason, why I’ve been keeping such a good track record lately. “She’s his mother.”

A sigh fell from my lips, one in relation with a cry. “I wanna be his dad.”

Gripping the fabric of my shirt Felix gave me the tiniest smile, then lured me into our bedroom. “I know, darling,” he whispered.

Moving in the quiet, the peace, we readied ourselves for bed, handsy as ever without a single word spoken as we brushed our teeth and washed our faces. Like clockwork, after I took my hair down, he gave me the little white pill from the tall orange bottle in the medicine cabinet and kissed the back of my hand after I’d taken it. Lacing his fingers in mine he pulled me to the bed and threw the covers back, the two of us cozying up in the center, a plethora of pillows surrounding us now that mine lived here too.

“The last time I spoke with Rachel,” our lawyer we’ve been working with, “She told me that in another month they’d revisit… All of it.” Felix laid himself over my side, his cheek fitting perfectly into the valley where my neck meets my shoulder. “It’s been a month. I’ve been sober longer than that. You’ve told them that.” He tilted his chin to look at me, his eyebrows a bit low. “You told them that, the last time they called. When… Yesterday?”

Felix was our middle man. He had to be our middle man. Jade refused to talk directly with me, but she had to contact us somehow. He’s given them so much advice, so much of our money, and he’s heard updates about Jeonghan that he’d relay to me if I was in a good mood. Curious how she’d keep the child away from me, but then slip things to Felix in a hushed voice as if she was hiding it from her fiance.

“They still have a lot to work through, Hyunjin,” Felix said. “For them it’s been over a year.”

“Okay?!” I huffed. Too harshly I might add, because Felix moved when my chest rose. “A year ago I had a foot in the grave.” He didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked back up at me, and I down at him. “They have a lot to work through,” I sighed.

“They do, give them time.” Felix kissed my shoulder. “You’ve been doing a really, really good job, Hyunjin. Give yourself some credit.”

Three months was good. I felt good. All of the people in my life agreed.

I have been doing a good job.

I just prayed it’d all be worth it.

“You’ve put together his room so that when the time comes you’re prepared,” Felix’s voice fell to a whisper. Gazing down at his loving brown eyes, I couldn’t fight back my smile. “He’s got bath toys waiting for him under the bathroom sink. Sippy cups in the cabinets.”

I was prepared. We were ready. We could do this.

“We need a high chair,” I breathed, lurching forward, turning over so I was facing him.

Felix giggled, the sound painting my cheeks pink. “We’ll get one. We can go this week.” He smoothed a hand over my cheek and drug his thumb beneath my bottom lashes.

“Thursday?”

“Thursday.”

Graco. Graco. Graco.

The aisles stretched on for miles. Felix kept up with my pace at my side, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Boots squeaking on the scuffed tile of the store's floor, I messed with the long sleeves of my black shirt and darted my eyes across the shelves, dodging the occasional mother with a hoard of children surrounding her.

We’ve nearly circled the entire store, after being in this building only two other times, I had no idea where to go. I wanted the best. Jeonghan had to have the best.

“Y’all need some help?” A woman asked Felix and I as we turned around a corner into an aisle full of bottles and kitchen stuff. Scanning the things hanging along the walls, I sighed, and Felix stepped around me, his sunshine charm overcoming her.

With a soft smile he asked, “Do you happen to carry those Graco high chairs?”

Her short brown bob that curled perfectly beneath her cheerful cheeks bounced with delight as she nodded. “‘Course we do, hon. They’re all anyone wants right now, but you might not find them out here.” She gestured around her. “Let me give you a hand, follow me.” Bustling by, she had to turn her chin almost all the way up to smile at me.

Prime customer service. I wasn’t on the receiving end of an uneasy look. Felix got the smiles, the random extroverts swarming to his side if we were out and about. I usually lingered behind like some kind of shadow until he’d decide whether or not the person was worthy of our time, then he’d pull me into the conversation.

This lady, no older than forty, in a red dress with strappy sandals on her feet didn’t seem to care. Her smile was friendly. She could see me.

“Who’re we looking for?” Asking us questions as we weaved through the aisles toward the back of the store, Felix and I shared a few looks as her curiosity strangled us. “Baby shower gift? Who’s having the little one?”

Approaching a quieter part of the store, I gulped and pressed my hands to my jeans. “For my son,” I said, and my heart leapt out of my chest. A smile pricked my lips as the woman turned with a grin on her cheeks. Felix, looking between us, wore pride on his face. Though I watched him try to hide it.

“How wonderful,” she said. Taking us through a makeshift wall of boxes, she gestured up toward a few Graco high chairs on the top of the piles of other brands, a place only I’d be able to reach. “Thank goodness you’re here,” she laughed, holding her hands up to spot me as I shimmied it off the wobbling towers. Light in my arms, I shifted the box to my hip and shrugged, unsure of what to say.

“Can’t tell you how often he has to do that for me,” Felix laughed, which in turn made the woman laugh as well. “Thank you for the help.”

“No worries,” she said, eyes flickering from Felix to me. “So, where is the little guy?”

Blinking, I glanced around at the other boxes and names of brands that were somewhat familiar to me now, I said, “Probably at home with his mom.”

“Probably,” the woman let out a single laugh. She was trying to make jokes, I knew she was, but that didn’t stop it from making me anxious. “Don’t you know where your son is?” I could hear it in her voice. It was a joke. A joke. She didn’t know what happened. She didn’t know me at all. Felix rubbed a hand over his jaw, his head turning from me to her, waiting.

“Uh,” I stammered, looking away from her as I said, “His mom and I aren’t… together.”

She was unphased. Without missing a beat she said, “Oh, I see, so this is for your place.” Intaking a breath, I nodded my head. Felix crossed his arms over his chest. “Listen, I get it. My sister had a baby with a boy she went to school with. They were both young, yanno? They were a disaster. They couldn’t have one conversation civilly, it was argument city, I swear.” Gulping, electricity sparked in my veins.

As if Felix could feel it, he took a step closer to me all while trying to be polite and listen to this woman's life story. She made herself comfy, leaning against one of the boxes.

“My sister, God bless her, she thinks she’s better than everyone,” she rolled her eyes. “I liked the guy, sure it was unconventional and our mother was mortified, but he was nice. It wasn’t his fault he was swamped with school, trying to work, and now having a child on top of it all. They got married, and he tried so hard, but my sister, she wasn’t having any of it. Poor guy couldn’t hold a job because he was so busy, so she took the kid away from him.”

I couldn’t feel my breath through my lips. “Where is he now?”

“I still see him around from time to time, he’s stayed in the area for the time being,” she shrugged. “He’s doing alright, but I think he’s waiting for her to come back. I saw him a couple of weeks ago, he’s living in Delo. We caught up at the grocery store, he asked me how I was, he asked me how his kid was…”

Felix took a hand through his hair, spinning in a small, slow circle. He wanted this to be over, I could feel the energy coming off of him.

“Did you tell him?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I didn’t have much to say,” she said, adjusting a dangling earring hanging from her left ear. “My sister moved into Tamoe when his daughter was, like, five. She’s dating someone else now, she’s barely talked to any of us, her family, since she moved. Can’t even tell you the amount of guys she’s tried to be with between him and the poor sap she’s got now. He’s got a kid, too. She can barely handle one, can’t wait to see what happens when she’s dealing with two of them.”

“He has no idea, the… the daughter's father?”

She shrugged. “I told him everything. He deserved to know whatever I could give him. That’s his flesh and blood. Like I said, he’s a good guy. A good guy who bad things have happened to.”

My blood ran cold.

“Thank you for this,” Felix cut in, taking the highchair from my arms. The woman gave him a pleasantry in response and propped a hand on her hip. “Ready, darling?” Looking up at me, stepping almost in front of my gaze that had fallen to the floor, empty, Felix tried to smile.

Looking to the woman before turning on my heels, I caught her curious eyes trying to figure us out.

Once we checked out I darted from the store with Felix again trying to keep up with my pace. I could feel the lightning in my veins. Sick to my stomach, I couldn’t stop myself.

“Do we want to stop by Jihyo’s today? We’re closeby, we can head there now and then get lunch somewhere?”

My lips were glued shut.

“She said she’s got clothes and stuff, I know that,” Felix continued, placing the box into the trunk I opened for him. It was a small space, the trunk of the blue sports car I had revived back to life, but thankfully it fit. “Beomgyu’s grown out of everything,” his laugh didn’t make me smile this time, “And, she has toys on toys he doesn’t want anymore.” He looked at me with the sweetest grin. “Toys she said he wants to give to his baby cousin. It’d be nice to go see them, Jungkook was asking for you.” That kid had a bit of my mom in him, too. Jihyo and my mother were almost identical. Seven years between them, they were best friends. Raised as best friends. She never got to meet her nephews. It was up to me to bring her to them, my responsibility to keep that bond there. Unlike my failure with my grandfather, I intended to do my best with Jihyo and her kids, but I didn’t make any promises. Part of me knows that Jihyo knows that.

But, I mean, Beomgyu was adorable. An ankle biter that screamed when he spoke. Jungkook was a cool kid, too, and hearing he was asking for me filled me with some sort of joy. They didn’t have their father around, so it really was up to me to stick around. It wasn’t my intention to fill that role, I didn’t want to act as a father to them, but within these last three months I’ve learned what a huge hole it is that I’m filling for them.

One that I wanted with my own son.

“Please don’t internalize anything that woman was saying,” Felix breathed as we slipped into the car. “I didn’t think we’d get a life story today. Don’t internalize it.”

“I’m not,” I grumbled.

Felix tugged his seatbelt over his chest and shot me a look. “I know that face, Hyunjin.”

Clicking my own belt into place, I started the car and tried to smile at him. The sarcasm was evident. “She could take him.”

“Court won’t let her do that,” Felix said, always ready with the facts that seemed to slip my brain. “She can’t move far away from you. She’s got full custody, but you still have some boundaries.” His voice lowered drastically. “You didn’t give everything up.”

I scoffed. “I was drunk when I gave it all up.”

“And now you’re not,” he added quickly. “Now you can think clearly. That story that lady told us is not you. It’s not going to happen to you.”

“Felix, they’re engaged already!” I snapped, throwing my hands up. “What the fuck do you think happens next! She’s never wanted to stay here, around here. Minho, either. The two of them are probably already thinking about getting on a plane.”

“Take a deep breath,” he said, calm as ever. “Please. Let’s talk this out.”

A scary feeling I didn’t like roiled in my gut. Jade could take him and run. I could lose him forever, and with what the court already knows about me, it wasn’t looking good. My fingers gripped the steering wheel as I backed out of the parking spot and started for the road. Everything Felix was saying was going in one ear and out the other, I couldn’t hold onto any of it.

She was going to take my son.

She was going to take Jeonghan away from me.

“The next time you go to court everything will be revised. All of it.” Felix truly was incredible. His voice never shook. Always level headed, he looked at things realistically. Something I could never do. “They’ll see the progress you’ve made, we’ll bring everything with us, and maybe they’ll reconsider visitation.”

At a stop sign, I waited for pedestrians to cross the street, then mumbled, “Mm, visitation. Good idea.”

I turned the other way, away from our home. Felix sat forward.

“Don’t you dare, you take us home,” he said. “I’ll call her when we get there.” I kept going. None of what he said got through to me. I was driving to Minho’s. “Hyunjin, this is not the way to do this. You’ll put yourself in a deeper hole. You want things to get better, you leave them alone and let your lawyers do their part. But, in order for that to happen, you have to do your part.”

I couldn’t help myself. Blind with sickness, deaf to all worries.

I didn’t even know if anyone would be home, I hadn’t been here in years.

Pulling up into the driveway next to the Range Rover that ruined my life, they were home.

A conversation. I just needed to talk to her.

Felix tried and tried to keep me in the car. But, I couldn’t stop.

Slamming the door shut I hurried for the stairs, but the back door to Minhos flew open before I could get up a single one.

“What the fuck do you want, Hyunjin?” Jade spat, her stance wide at the top of the stairs as if she was trying to block me from barging inside. Looking up at her from the ground, I drug my tongue across my bottom lip and tried to smile.

Three months was a long time. I looked different than the last time she saw me, more aware. She’d be able to tell I was better, doing better.

She looked good. Beautiful, as usual. Her cheeks were a tad fuller, her hair tied back, but still flowing with life, and she wore her pajamas. I’ve interrupted a quiet morning. My heart squeezed. She was glowing. A mother.

Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I grabbed onto both railings and lifted a foot to the bottom stair, hoping to appear as casual as possible. She copied me, planting her hands on the railings. Eyebrows low, living right above her bright eyes, she was angry.

“Answer the question,” she spat, her eyes going sharp.

“Not even a hello,” I sighed, feeling the jerk come out of me. Trying to will it away, I kept trying to smile. “You’ve changed.” It fell from my lips before I could stop it.

“I haven’t heard from you in three months, you don’t deserve a hello,” she said. Twisting my brows in confusion, I gave her a look. She’s spoken with Felix weekly. She’s heard about us, about me. “What the fuck do you want, before I call the cops.”

Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head to the side and whispered, “I want my son.”

A loud, humorless cackle of disbelief escaped her. Tossing her head backward, she sighed heavily and couldn’t hide her fury that manifested as a maniacal grin.

“You’re unbelievable,” she said.

“I want my son,” I said a bit louder, tightening my grip on the posts. She was laughing, and I was totally serious.

“Then you should’ve called the judge,” she threw in my face. “Three months, Hyunjin. Thats a lot of time to miss, you broke the fucking agreement, and now you show up without permission, which is also against the agreement, and demand me to give you my son.”

My son.

She was going to take him.

“Our lawyers alway said that if we could work it out on our own we wouldn’t need to go to court,” I said, confusion laced in my voice. Her fingers dug into the wooden posts.

“I’m dealing with you, I have to go to court,” she grilled. “My son is a year and three months old. He's going to start recognizing who is and isn’t around.”

“That’s why I’m here,” I shrugged. Groaning audibly, she laughed again.

“It’s damaging, Hyunjin,” Jade shook her head. “You come around every few months like he’s a dog who’ll be excited to see you no matter how long you’ve been gone. He's a baby, this shit is psychologically damaging and I won’t let it happen to my son.”

“Our son,” I smized, knowing the words would get under her skin. The jerk was here. If she was going to take him, this is how it would be. “Jeonghan. You named him after my grandfather. My mother’s father.” She hardened her glare and clenched her jaw.

A laugh came from the house, the door behind Jade. A baby’s laugh, Jeonghan’s laugh, my sons laugh. The most beautiful sound I think I’ve ever heard.

He wasn’t in the house alone. Of course he wasn’t, babies couldn’t be left alone. Minho was here. This was his house. Jeonghan was in there, laughing with the guy who walked away from me while I was unconscious on the floor. Because of him.

“Oh, wow, he’s actually home?” I scoffed. “Thought he took any chance he could get to go to work. I heard flirting with customers for tips doesn’t make you much.”

“You should really get your facts straight before you try to piss me off,” she said, firing back quickly, raising her brows. “Where do you get your information from? Minho hasn’t worked at the bar for like six months.” Prodding my cheek with my tongue, I shook his head and glanced away.

He was in there with him.

“Let me have him, I’ll bring him back tomorrow,” I said, shifting only my eyes over to her. The buzzing beneath my skin threatened to bubble over.

She grinned and nodded toward the car. “You even have a carseat? A crib? Bottles? Formula? Maybe a stroller?” Opening my mouth to speak, she cut me right off. “What do you even need him for? You didn’t want him!”

Slamming my fists into the posts, I wanted to scream, and I did.

“What if I want him now, dammit?!”

Horrible idea, really.

The door creaked open behind her, and he came out. With Jeonghan in his arms. A bottle was in his mouth, he was holding it himself all cozy in Minho’s hold, fitting right in the hook of his arm.

“What’s going on?” Minho asked, looking down at me with disgust.

Jeonghan. My baby.

Dark hair brushed over his head. His cheeks were soft, squeezable, and how I longed to get my hands on them. He was awake, alert, his deep brown eyes looking up at Minho, the man who’s been, hopefully, caring for him the last year.

“I don’t appreciate the noise,” Minho nearly growled. “Especially while there’s children present.”

Snapping out of my gaze, I rolled his eyes.

“It’s ten in the fucking morning,” I said, glaring at him.

“Language?” Minho furrowed his brows.

“Please, you live with this one,” I pointed to Jade, “She’s no fucking Mary Poppins. When did you get so soft, Min?”

Titling my head to the side, I smirked. I forced our past out through my glare, reminding him of all he’s done with one singular look in milliseconds.

“A lot changes when you become a father,” Minho narrowed his eyes. “But I don’t need to explain, you already get it, don’t you?”

Stepping up onto the bottom stair, I opened my mouth, ready to unload his life before him and Jade, vocally express what he did to me, because I know the sweetest, most awesome little fun fact.

Jade has no recollection of what he had done to me.

She doesn’t know.

The man holding our son wrapped his hands around my neck, obstructed my fucking airway until I was out cold. Then, from what I’ve heard, Chan grabbed him and took him away. Minho left me there. Chan ended up coming back, that good guy curse, and checked in with Seungmin to make sure I was breathing. Then, he was gone.

Minho left me there.

Jade left me there.

She didn’t know.

The passenger door of the car slammed shut, gathering everyone's attention from the porch.

“Hyunjin,” Felix called out to me. “Let’s go.” He shared a look with Jade, as if he was apologizing to her. My heart began to crack in two, more than it had when Minho brought Jeonghan out to the porch.

“Really?” Jade frowned.

Felix shrugged. “I’m sorry,” he said, giving his head a small shake. “I tried to stop this.”

“Always,” I groaned, rolling my head backward. “You always have to take her side.” Felix took three steps closer to me, folding his arms.

“I do.” Looking back at Jade, his eyes flickered to Jeonghan for a second, a breath corrupting him, then he looked back to Jade. “Y’okay?”

“Be a lot better if I had a warning,” she said. Closing his eyes, Felix shrugged and shook his head again.

“We weren’t coming here,” Felix muttered, sending a glare toward me, but I was grilling him right back. “Let’s go. I told you how to go about this, this isn’t it. I’m driving us home.”

Behind Jade the baby cooed and shifted himself around in Minho’s arms to look where Felix’s voice was coming from. The bottle fell from his lips, Minho catching it quickly before it rolled onto the ground.

Jeonghan lifted a finger and pointed toward Felix, uttering a quiet, “Who?”

It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

I could see his whole face now.

God, he was my mom.

He was me.

But, he wore Jade in his face, his shape.

Sharing a look with Minho, she took a breath and said, “That’s Felix.”

“Vee-liss,” Jeonghan tried to repeat, making Minho chuckle and my stomach roll. His inquisitive little eyes scanned his surroundings, and once they found Jade he reached out his arms. “Mama,” he cooed.

Mama.

I felt like melting to the ground.

She scooped him into her arms and swapped her smile for a cold glare when she looked down at me.

He was… everything. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him.

No words could begin to describe the foreign warmth in my chest.

“He's beautiful,” I whispered, not wanting to disturb his peace as he looked around the yard.

Sighing, Jade nodded.

“He looks like you,” I said, pulling my eyes away from the baby for half a second to look up at her.

She scoffed and pulled a silly face. “Not in the slightest.”

I laughed, and Jeonghan searched for me. His big eyes met mine for the first time.

Breath hitching in my throat, I smiled at him.

He lifted a finger to point at me and asked, “Who?”

A lump formed in my throat.

My own flesh and blood.

Jade gulped.

No one seemed to be able to speak aside from the one year old.

“Who?” He asked again, looking to Jade for instruction.

“Jinnie,” she muttered as Jeonghan was about to ask for the third time.

Placing one hand on her shoulder and the other over her heart, Jeonghan looked at me and gave me a once over. I wanted to laugh, but I shoved it away.

“Chi-nny,” Jeonghan said.

“That’s me,” I breathed.

“Chi-nny, well, Mama,” he said, his tone sad, laying his head down on Jade's shoulder.

“Time to go inside,” Minho suggested, smoothing a hand over both of their backs. Eyeing his hand on Jeonghan's back, I furrowed my brows.

“Why?” I asked.

“Jinnie, yell, Mama,” Jade repeated clearly for me to hear, bobbing her head with a sureness.

“What!” I screwed his face up in confusion, raising my voice.

“He remembers you,” she shrugged.

I sucked in a breath. “Remembers… me?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “We were in the parking lot of the grocery store. I was picking up his birthday cake, you were visiting the liquor store next door.” I broke my gaze and looked at the stairs. “It was the first time in a long time I’d caught you, so I tried to give you the paperwork.”

“You took it from her, ripped it to pieces and screamed in her face,” Minho added. “While this one watched from the window.”

Jeonghan turned around to look at Minho, a grin breaking out onto his chubby cheeks. “Dada,” he cooed, holding out a hand toward him.

What?

Whipping my head up in a flash, I burned my eyes into Minho’s.

“Really?” I grit my teeth. “Kid calls you Dada? I’m half of him, and I get Jinnie?”

“Hyunjin,” Felix said, taking three more steps toward the stairs. “Let’s go.”

I took a step, getting closer as I rose on the stairs. Behind Jade, Minho pulled her aside, taking her place at the top of the staircase. His arms fanned out to hold onto the railings, asserting his dominance.

“You don’t deserve that title,” Minho grilled, narrowing his eyes. “And last time I checked, you aren’t listed on the birth certificate, did you forget about that?”

I did. I was drunk.

I shot Jade a glare, Jeonghan watching me from her hip.

“Did you forget the kid’s a product of her cheating on you?” My expression broke out into a grin. “Remember that?” I took another step up the porch, and just before I was eye level with Minho, who’s temper was rising by the millisecond, Felix was grabbing onto my wrist.

Minho’s grip on the railings relaxed, color returning to his knuckles as he said, “You’ve gone soft, Jinnie.” Teasing me with his own words, the nickname, what Jade used to call me, stabbed me in the chest. “Felix wear the pants now?” he said while Felix pulled me down to the grass. Felix hit him with a glare.

“Sorry, Lix,” Minho said softly after a look to Jade, shaking his head.

Felix wrapped an arm around my back and parted his lips to speak, until a car whizzing down the street took the scene. It came to a screeching stop at the curb.

He needs to get that fixed. Chan.

“Wonderful,” I chuckled, grabbing onto Felix.

The car door slammed shut behind him, his expression angry, on defense as he started up the lawn.

Felix sighed in frustration.

“We’re leaving,” he raised his voice, holding a hand up to Chan.

“Damn right you’re leaving,” Chan said, puffing his chest, stopping beside my car.

Jeonghan shouted, “ANNIE!”

Snapping my neck, he was sitting up in Jade’s arms holding his out to Chan. Angry Chan waiting for us by the car, who was here to see angry Minho standing on the porch with my son. Jade was angry, too. They were all so angry.

Felix pulled me to the car. I couldn’t feel my fingers, or my face.

We were leaving, and Jeonghan was staying here with these angry people.

“Let me get the door for ya,” Chan snickered, yanking the passenger door of the sports car open. Felix ignored him.

Gripping the edge of the door, resisting Felix’s attempt to sit me down, I frowned, watching the porch. My baby was up there, and I was leaving him here.

“Darling, in the car, please,” Felix whispered to me. “I promise you, we will fix this. I promise. But, I need you to get in the car.”

“Need some help?” Chan questioned, rounding the door to grab onto my arms, yanking them off of the door.

I snapped.

Tearing my eyes of off my son I pushed Chan away by the chest. The smirk he wore spurred me on. Throwing a hand back, somewhat of a fist, I tossed it toward him, but he caught it, and he laughed.

Flinching, Felix groaned and shoved Chan backward himself with his hip.

“Fuck off!” he shouted at him. “Chan, fuck off!”

Holding his hands up, Chan smized and took two steps back.

“I like this Felix,” he said. “Control your man, yeah? You leave my family alone.”

He got me in the car.

I couldn’t breathe.

Felix got in the car, and took my hand. “Deep breaths.”

Wet hair dangled on my bare shoulders where I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of green tea in front of me. Feet tucked up onto the chair, my arms were wrapped around my sweats, my chin resting on a knee while my gaze rested on the table.

Felix moved about the kitchen, putting dinner together for us to share.

He didn’t sing.

We didn’t talk about what happened. The drive home was silent, aside from my breaths. When we arrived home he helped me out of the car and into the house. We spent too much time on the couch, me buried in his chest, sobbing.

I felt stupid.

It was stupid, no matter what positive affirmation Namjoon or Felix wanted to feed me.

What the fuck was I thinking?

After a shower, I found myself here.

“I’m sorry,” I said, interrupting the peace that had made itself comfortable around us.

Felix glanced up from the counter. “Don’t be,” he said. “You’re allowed to hurt.”

“But…” Sighing, I dropped a leg to the floor and sat up, stretching a hand across the table to hold onto the warm mug of tea. Felix watched me grab it and take a sip.

“Tell me,” he said when I put the mug down, recognizing I’d need help pushing the words out.

“I shouldn’t… Shouldn’t have lost my temper,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I should’ve listened to you. Shouldn’t have gone there, at all.”

Felix pursed his lips, focusing back on his work at the counter. “Do you regret it?”

Thinking to myself, I placed a finger between my teeth and glanced about the room, his house that was turning into ours as the days passed by. I shook my head. “I don’t. Is that horrible?” He didn’t answer, he only encouraged me to keep going with a smile. “I liked it when you used to tell me what I was feeling, and if it was wrong.” Dropping my chin, I shot him a look out my lashes and he laughed.

“You have to tell me, darling,” he shrugged. “I’m not allowed to do that anymore. You know what you’re feeling, you know if it’s wrong. Though…” his voice trailed off, and he danced his gaze upward in thought, “If you care so passionately about something, and you’re fighting for it… I don’t see how it’d be so horrible.”

The smile that found my lips made him roll his eyes. “Thank you.”

He jutted the knife in his hand toward me. “That was not me telling you how to feel.”

“Sure,” I winked, and the knife almost fell to the floor. He caught it, flustered, and brushed the moment off with a gentle laugh.

Standing to my feet, I made it a point to drink more of the tea Felix had made me before I took myself to his side, dragging a finger over the back of his hand that worked the knife. He paused, smiling, and gave me a look over his shoulder. My eyes, glued to his hands, avoided his. Wrapping my other arm around his front, I stood behind him and rested my weight against his back, letting my hand live over his, working with his as one.

Laying my cheek to his hair, I basked in his warmth, allowing my other hand to slip beneath his shirt, resting over his belly, keeping him close to me.

“Twenty seconds,” I whispered, and he stopped moving altogether.

Without another word he had spun around in my arms, slipping his around my shoulders, yanking me into his grasp. His fingers slid into my hair, keeping us pressed cheek to cheek until I dropped my head and buried it into his neck, my hands pressing into the small of his back. I could feel him taking deep breaths, the steady beat of his heart keeping mine in the same rhythm. Soon enough I was breathing in time with him.

Twenty seconds came and went, but we didn’t move.

Not until the phone rang.

Felix expressed his disappointment with a sigh as I pulled away. His brown eyes, shinier now that they were full of tears, gave me the sappiest look.

Tipping my chin down, I placed a finger beneath his and lifted his lips to my own. “I love you,” I whispered, my heart erupting into flames within my chest.

Felix kissed me one more time, smiling. “I love you.”

Leaving him for the phone, the loss of his warmth killing me internally, he turned himself toward the counter to continue his work. A steady hum started to come out of him. I prayed he’d start to sing.

Lifting the phone off the wall opposite Felix, I rested my hip against the counter and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I asked, voice more lifted than before as I took in the view of Felix’s backside. A smile found my lips when he began to bop his head to his own voice.

“Hello? Hyunjin?”

The phone nearly slipped from my grip.

“Jade?” I choked out. Felix whirled himself around, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Jinnie, it’s me.” Her voice was quiet, and partially broken. Felix was by my side in seconds with an open hand.

“H-hang on, Felix is here, here, I’ll give-”

“No.” She cut me clean off, stopping me. “I want to talk to you. I need to talk to you.”

~ july 5th, 2021 ~

“You should not have come with me,” I muttered as I pulled my car up to a stone edged curb where dozens of other SUVs were parked. The unnecessarily big house was decorated in pink balloons, streamers and banners alike. Music pumped from the backyard, we could hear it over our radio. An offended sort of laugh came out of my son.

“What are you talking about?” Jeonghan’s eyes bugged out of his head as he yanked off his seatbelt. “I know these people.”

Grinding my teeth I followed suit and took my belt off, shutting the car off and opening my door. Sure enough, a song from the latest popstar at the height of her career poured into the car from the yard full of people. Their chatter could also be heard from here.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of people,” I narrowed my eyes. Clenching his jaw, his mother came out of him. At least my appearance still reigned superior. Paired with his dark brown hair pulled into a bun on the back of his head, he would forever be my twin. “This is always a toss up.”

Jeonghan pulled his lips tight. “He’s my cousin. I’ve seen this happen before. I’ve had to do this without you before. I’d rather be here with you then have you come alone.”

Taking a breath, I almost had one of those I can’t believe he came from me moments. Felix had taught him so much. I, me, myself, I’ve taught him so much. Even his mother and his stepfather, as much as I still hate to admit it to this day. Looking over my shoulder, taking into account what cars were here and which ones weren’t, I gave him a nod.

“Okay, thank you,” I said. “Just… be you.”

He smiled, his eyes curving upward. “Always,” he said happily, shoving my shoulder.

“Do you think they did this one big enough?” I asked him as we ascended the paved driveway. Giving me a silly look, he laughed.

My boy was always happy.

Now at twenty four, still wanting to hang around both sets of parents, he was happy. He had a girlfriend now, one he brought around occasionally. It was still new, but she was great. I couldn’t wait for the day Felix and I could tell her about Jeonghan’s gay crisis he had at fifteen. At the time it wasn’t funny, but now whenever he brings it up another detail is added that has the potential to cripple every audience. He was unapologetically himself. Very little scared him, and I admired him for that.

“Nothing is ever too big for Sana,” Jeonghan breathed, mounting the grey brick layered steps. Glancing up at the banner that hung in the front door alcove, pink and bright and sparkling, with a ‘Happy Birthday Rose’ in the center, I huffed a laugh.

“Think we’re in the wrong color,” I said quietly. Jeonghan with a hand on the doorknob, pushed the heavy door open and glanced back at me pointing up to the banner. Widening his eyes and his grin, he looked at our matching dark clothes and laughed aloud, the sound echoing as we stepped into the air conditioned home.

Small children we didn’t recognize ran by us without a care, one almost taking my boy out by the knee. Tucking his hands over his chest he stepped closer to me and swallowed another laugh. Shooting him a knowing look we started through the home, large, spacey, echoey, yet full of so much stuff that one had to weave through each room. The tall walls painted white had family photos hanging up, portraits of two forced smiles holding their babies brought into a world where they’d one day succumb to the same fate as my Jeonghan.

It wasn’t a thing yet, but I could feel it.

That poor boy. Not a photo was genuine.

Poor boy, but good man.

I wondered if he’d let me have a conversation with him, too.

Leading Jeonghan into the kitchen where things fell quiet, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders with an exasperated sigh. Shorter than me, straight hair hung in front of his naturally big eyes. His strung out eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to get here so fast,” Taehyun said, breathless. His fingers dug into the bone of my shoulders. Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, keeping watch over the entire situation. My boy had a sharp brain, he was observant. In moments like this he’d be able to relay every detail back to me once it was over.

Putting my hands over Taehyuns, I took them off of me and returned them to his personal space. “Are you okay?” I asked. He was high, but that was normal. Something else had happened. He was fuming.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, scratching the top of his head, then at his arms. “I’m good. Why?”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Taehyun,” I said, lowering my chin. He laughed, a singular sound, then shrugged. I wasn’t going to get anything out of him. Poor boy couldn’t speak for himself.

“My sister just left,” he sneered, and his jaw set into place.

Right. That.

He gestured behind him. “Beomgyu’s there,” he said. “Bathroom. I can’t get him out.” Jeonghan started for the hall, looking back at us for permission. With a nod I told him he could go. Shifting my eyes back to fidgeting Taehyun who couldn’t make himself comfortable, he said, “It’s getting worse.”

“For who?” I asked inconspicuously, eyeing the way he moved his hands over his skin. “Beomgyu, or you?”

Taehyun’s glare wanted to kill me if the boy could’ve wielded the power. “Him, damn.” He folded his skinny arms over his chest and did his best to stand still. “He was high when he got here, then he started drinking. She showed up, and he was a mess.”

“Did they speak?”

Taehyun narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck do you think?”

He’s lucky his words were ineffective over me. If I was Jeonghan’s age or younger I’d attempt to kick his ass. At least Taehyun didn’t have the strength to choke me unconscious, not in his current state anyway.

“Okay, well did he see the kids? He didn’t do anything, did he?”

Taehyun pursed his lips and shook his head. “He never does. He just watches them.” With a side eye to myself, he muttered, “She had another baby, yanno?”

Knowing what this meant to him, I tilted my head to the side and hummed. “I had no idea they were expecting more.” He rolled his eyes at my words, my insinuations, and laughed. When the smiles calmed down, I caught a glimpse of how it really made him feel. He was torn apart. That only meant the one in the bathroom was equally, if not more heartbroken. “I’m sorry.”

He scrunched his brows and shook his head. “God, no, don’t do that, I mean… I’m fine. It’s fine. If anything it just means she’s-”

“Hey, Dad?” Jeonghan’s voice carried down the hall, echoing in the tall ceilings. He appeared and my blood ran cold. The look on his face coupled with the worry in his tone told me I’d have to step in. I’ve never had to step in for him before. Not when it came to Beomgyu.

I was right, he shouldn't have come with me.

Leaving Taehyun in the kitchen I walked with a purpose, laying a hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder as I passed by him, letting him know that he did his best. The further I went, the louder the cries became. The sobs. The heavy breaths. The murmurs of words that scared me shitless.

Not that I’d ever show it.

Turning into the dim bathroom lit up by the window on the wall, I stopped in the doorway and took a breath. Jeonghan stood behind me, his lips pulled down.

Beomgyu was on the floor, splayed out on the floor, yet curled into himself. He was conscious, he was breathing, but he was saying things I never wanted to hear ever again.

Stepping closer to him, not letting his panicked breath affect my own, I squatted beside him and pushed his shaggy hair from his damp forehead. He was a sweaty mess. A sweaty trembling mess. Taking hold of his arm I yanked up the sleeve and rolled my head back with a groan.

“Beomgyu,” I said gently, placing a hand to his cheek. He stopped mumbling and looked up at me. “You’re gonna come home with me, okay?”

“Home,” he whispered. His empty glare wrecked my heart. “No, you’re gonna take me… back there.”

Keeping my grip on his wrist, I attempted to move him, but he wouldn’t budge. “We’re going to go home. To my house. Felix is there. I brought Jeonghan with me, did you see him?” Gesturing behind me, the boy's eyes followed and I swear a smile tried to light up his face. “Come with us, you’ll feel so much better at home.”

“Better at home,” Beomgyu nodded, his cheek against the tile of the floor. Jeonghan came closer and he watched him.

“Unless you want to stay here and listen to Ariana Grande, and eat pink candy,” he said, and Beomgyu laughed between sobs. “It’s better at our house. I promise. You know that.”

To my surprise, he tried to sit himself up, wobbling back and forth as he did. Once he was somewhat stable, I pulled a rubber band from my wrist and worked his hair backward out of his face, and tied it into place. Yanking the hand towel from the wall beside the sink, sorry Sana, I cleaned him up and adjusted his clothes to where they belonged. He watched me as I did this, his cries having ceased the second he was upright.

“Better?” I asked, placing a hand to his cheek, pinching some life into it. Thinning his lips, he frowned and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into a hug. Dropping down onto my knees, I wrapped mine around him and held him. Fingers grabbing my shirt in despair, face down on my chest, I let him cry.

My promise.

Those words I said to myself so many years ago, before I had ever even held Jeonghan in my arms. Beomgyu and Jungkook. They were my responsibility. Even more so now that we only had each other.

I promised.

“I got you,” I whispered to him, drawing my hand in circles over his back. “Not gonna let anything happen to you, Beomie. I promise. We’re gonna help you.”

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