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MR. CORAZĂN - L.TM
I need you to hold it 'til you can't, I'll reward you
PAIRNG : Lee Taemin X Male Reader
SYNOPSIS : M/n, a BPM trainee gets handpicked personally by his idol to be his backup dancer for an upcoming tour. As the two get closer, M/n learns the importance of taking care of his body, and so does Taemin.
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Training under BPM Entertainment wasnât the easiest career M/n could have chosen. There were so many other options for him. His parents wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer, his school friends were working at restaurants and fast food chains around the city, and others his age aimed for content creators or influencers. But M/n wanted to dance.
Dancing was his calling. His lifeâs purpose, he would say.
For him, dancing was his stress reliever, something that would make him happy no matter what. Thatâs why when he found out his biggest inspiration and honestly, his celebrity crush, Lee Taemin, would be signing with his company, he nearly fell out.
âDude, you know Taemin is coming in today? Heâs going to lead our dance class, and oh my God, do you think itâs lame if I ask him to make a TikTok with me?â
M/n chuckled, âYouâre so easily impressed, Chanwoo. Heâs not even here yet.â
Today, was Taeminâs first day he had free with the new company, and he chose to specifically work with the trainees. And on top of that, it was a rumor some trainees would get promoted to work with him for his re-debut EP.
M/n leaned against the mirror after putting his dance bag off to the side. Nest to him, Chanwoo stretched his arms to prepare himself for class. âThis is the opportunity of a lifetime, M/n. We could get closer to our favs even faster than it would take for us to debut!â
âItâs just the fast route if you ask me. And itâs probably not permanent,â M/n whined, but even though his words came out nonchalant, he still had a bit of hope in the back of his mind. Maybe this was his break, a chance to get his face out there.
The next hour, the normal dance teacher began proper stretch instruction. For the next half an hour, the talk of Taemin coming dwindled as the end of the class came near.Â
âI canât believe he didnât come. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that choreo.â Chanwoo whined, stomping his feet and he dragged his body in defeat.
M/n followed behind dragging his feet as he rolled his neck and worked the kinks out of his neck. He wasnât as nearly disappointed as his friend, but a part of him wished that maybe Taemin would come and check him out, as selfish as it sounded.
âAnyways, where should we go eat today? My mom brought some kimchi this morning, but Iâm sick of it.â
âYou should be thankful you have a mom to bring you kimchi, Woo.â M/n sulked, head still draped down as he kicked his feet.
âUh, you might want to pause those lunch plans,â A voice said. M/n looked up and another trainee awkwardly tugged at his hair, âM/n, youâre being summoned.â
Being summoned was one of the nerve-racking things any trainee went through. It only meant a few things. Best case scenario, you were being picked to debut early. Worst was⊠you were going home.
M/n was in limbo about the reason for his summon as he stood in the elevator alone. Everything he did over the last few weeks was analyzed in his mind. Did he mess up a choreo? Does his body need to be more fit? Was he lagging behind?
His whole head spun and he started to get dizzy. How was he supposed to go back to his parents and explain he got dropped from what they called, âA silly dream.â At the sound of the elevatorâs ding, it was time to face his worst fear. Or so he thought.
The hallway to the directorâs office seemed longer than any other hallway in the building. M/n rubbed his moist hands on his sweatpants, adjusting his hoodie to seem more neat.
As he stepped to the directorâs door, he could see in the glass panel door there were multiple people inside. Then he realized, this wasnât a demotion party, this was a meeting of some sort.
âM/n?ïżœïżœ His name was called out by a familiar voice. His dance teacher.
âOh, uh, hi,â M/n bowed respectfully, still so very confused.
âWhat are you doing standing out here, go in!â The teacher rushed a smile on his lips. Either this was a super encouraging way to tell someone they were getting sent home or something bigger was around the corner for M/n.
M/n pushed the door to the room open, now he could see a clear view of the people inside. The director of course at the head of the table, then his wife who was his co-director, a few managers M/n had never met, the dance teacher taking a seat closest to the door, the trainee advisor, and well⊠Taemin.
M/n froze up, are all these people here to see him? This meeting seemed way too elite for him to even step foot inside.
âShin M/n, right? Go ahead and sit down,â the director pointed at a seat down the front of the table. A seat right across from the star legend.
M/n spent a few minutes staring at the wooden glossed-over table, a few papers passing down his way. A couple of times he looked up, locked eyes with Taemin then looked away like a startled puppy.
âOkay, so before we get started, how about I let our trainee introduce himself. M/n, go ahead and stand so everyone can see you.â
M/n reluctantly stood up, feeling so small in a room where everyone was looking intently. âUm, Hi, my name is Shin M/n. Iâm from the US. And Iâve been a train for about a year and a half now.â
âOk and, tell us why you want to be a K-pop idol, M/n.â
Hearing this question M/n drew in a sharp breath. Heâd answered this question about a hundred times, but now it was all something cringe and mush in his head in a room full of people where it mattered.
But then he realized, he mattered too.
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âOkay! Run the song back, M/n.â
Hustling toward the Bluetooth speaker to restart the song the fifth time that night, M/n quickly reset the song and then ran back to his starting point. The song started, Taeminâs voice coming in smooth and sultry as the sensual and iconic beat, âMoveâ filled M/n and his partnerâs ears.
They had been practicing the duo choreography for hours now, but the more they attempted the more frustrated his partner, Misun, got at him.
âFuck it!â Misun let go of M/n and stomped towards the practice room door with his bag, âI donât care if you donât get it right, Iâll switch partners. You wonât embarrass me in front of the whole world.â
M/n took in a deep breath, as he pulled his hair. He was frustrated too. Misun had quit on him a thousand times during their time together. But now, their deadline was coming in close and the tour was not far away. The whole thing was just stressful.
Just as he was about to pack up, he heard a knock at the door. Taemin popped his head around the door frame with a smile, âKnock knock.â
âO-Oh, I didnât know you were here!â M/n said, startled and embarrassed.
Taemin stepped closer to the dancer, âI saw Misun storm out while I was passing by, and wanted to check on you. Everything okay?â
âYeah, everything is fine.â M/n lied, thinking that knew that one of his dancers was lacking this skill and was dancing with two left feet after being picked solely for his dancing, he would be upset.
âNo, no, youâre lying.â Taemin said with a pout, âTell me whatâs wrong.â
M/n sighed as he took a seat on the floor next to his bags against the mirror, Taemin sitting right next to him.
âMisun and I⊠just donât seem like good partners. I know weâre meant to get what we get and donât throw a fit like the director said, but working with her is like working with an untrained house cat. One day sheâs encouraging, the next sheâs clawing at me and everything I do.â
Taemin chuckled, âItâs like that. Working with others can be a lottery. But itâs nothing a little resilience canât handle,â Taemin reached over and covered his hand with M/nâs resting on his knee, âYou're a great performer, you hold yourself up better than most. You just have to believe in yourself. Because I already know I do.â
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Taeminâs words rang in M/nâs head every second. It made him smile maniacally in the middle of conversations. After their talk, Taemin started monitoring M/n and Misunâs practices, making notes, and helping fix some mistakes. After Misun would leave, Taemin and M/n would go out and get food or drinks.
Their relationship grew closer and closer to the point where M/n had to ask himself, was he falling in love with his idol?
The deadline was due. It was the day everyone learned if they were going on tour with Taemin or being left behind. It was yet another nerve-racking day at the studio where everyone gathered to hear the results.
But when the director came in, everyoneâs heart was crushed into tiny little pieces.
âUnfortunately, the tour has been canceled,â He announced, everyoneâs shoulders slumping as questions started to form in everyoneâs mouths. âI know, I know. But itâs impossible to continue on. Taemin was in an accident that sprained his ankle, so heâll be taking a rest for a few weeks. He might even need a month to get back to his healthy self.â
As everyone whined about the loss of their gig, M/nâs lips pursed at the thought of Taemin being in an accident to cause him this much pain. The whole rest of the day M/n was anxious about Taemin, thinking of ways he could make sure he was alright.
But as he was sulking outside, a manager approached him. âM/n, M/n! Hey, Iâve got a super emergency, but I need to get this food and meds to Taemin. Could you possibly take it to someone else to give it to him?â
It was more like a request because before M/n could respond the bags were in his hand and the manger was off to his car. M/n stood there stumped for a second before smiling, this was his opportunity to go see Taemin.
It took about an hour to convince a staff to let him go see Taemin personally, he made up some bullshit about him being asked specifically to do this task, and if they didnât help theyâd have to answer to the director. It was stupid, but it worked.
M/nâs legs felt like complete jelly as he walked to Taeminâs apartment door. Traveling in Korea was nothing like the US, and even though he spent so much time there already it never felt to humble him as he got winded every time.
While catching his breath he might have accidentally walked into the door because a few moments later, Taemin opened the door slightly to see a hunched-over M/n clutching his chest.
âM/n? Are you okay?â
âHuh?â M/n said instantly lifting and straightening himself up, âWhat, oh yeah, Iâm totally fine! H-Here⊠medicine.â M/n exclaimed, awkwardly handing Taeming the bags of convenience store foods and painkillers.
Confused, but concerned about M/n, Taemin opened the door more and stepped to the side, âCome in, you look like you could use some AC and water.â
Resting on the couch together, M/n watched as Taemin devoured his meal as if he hadnât eaten for days. M/n giggled at the food filling in Taeminâs mouth, stuffing his cheeks like a tiny squirrel.
âYouâve got something there,â M/n chuckled, extending his arm over to Taeminâs face as a bit of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. M/nâs thumb swiped over Taeminâs lips to catch the rice. Stunned, Taemin froze as M/n lifted his hand to his own mouth, parted his lips, and sucked the flavor off it.
There was something so sensual about that movement, in Taeminâs mind everything was in slo-mo, M/n eyes gazing right into his almost like a seductive taunt. An invite.
Tempted, Taeminâs arm snaked up to M/nâs wrist and he pushed himself atop of M/n, hands now above him, âIs this what you want?â A shiver ran down M/nâs spine, his question burning his skin up. Is cozying up close with your idol really the move? But at this point, Taemin was more than just a celebrity. He was a muse, a sexy muse. But was this a mistake?
âI want to, I do. I just-â
âThinking about if people will find out?â Taemin said, cutting out M/nâs concerns for display like he was inside his brain. But Taemin reassured M/n with a kiss on the forehead and a sentence that would change their relationship forever.
âFollow your body, it knows you want my touch.â
It didnât take long for the two to be stumbling into the bedroom in each otherâs arms, sloppy kisses and clothes parting with skin onto the floor.
As Taemin sat M/n down on the bed, his tongue worked around in his mouth as one of his hands lightly tilted the dancerâs chin up, the other wrapped around his neck gently squeezing.
âLook at me, baby,â Taemin sang pulling back away from M/n who whined slightly at the loss of the heat on his lips.
âI got you tonight.â
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pride. (m)
pairing: sugardaddy!xiaojun x reader
words: 4.7k+
summary: stacked with two jobs, tuition bills and rent payments, an opportunity falls into your lap that leaves you wanting more.
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: creampie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, oral sex, degradation, overstimulation
It all started before you hit rock bottom.
When you enrolled in college and decided to study music, your parents refused to pay for your tuition as they had hoped you would pursue law instead. Youâve been passionate about music since you were younger, and financial burdens were not going to hold you back from pursuing your dreams.
You spend most school nights working a low wage job, and switch to a different low wage job on the weekends. You hardly had time to balance studies and work, but in order to make ends meet, you fill your body with caffeine and call it a day.
Youâre in the middle of wiping down the counter of the campusâs local ice cream parlor, ignoring the email you received from your landlord minutes ago. It was yet another warning notice to pay last monthâs rent, a task youâve been putting off for weeks.
Thereâs barely anyone who comes into the shop this late at night on a weekday, only a few who have a midnight craving they have to fulfill. Youâre surprised when Doyeon comes barging into the shop at half past midnight, dressed to the nines in her custom Versace gown.
She sighs and throws herself down on one of the parlor chairs. âI feel sick to my stomach. Is it possible for your intestines to hurt so much from champagne?â
You laugh at her. Doyeon was your first friend when you came to campus, and you were blissfully unaware of how wealthy she was until three months into your friendship. Her mother recently remarried and Doyeon despised her stepdad, but she never had any complaints about the money he carried with him. Doyeonâs offered to pay off some of your loans so that you wouldnât have to work two jobs, but you always turned down her offer. You couldnât take money from her â you had to have a little bit of pride.
âWhat happened now? More sleazy old men hitting on you?â You question, leaning over the counter to ask her.
âYou know me so well,â she sighs, her curled hair styled perfectly down her shoulders. She removes her heels for a bit so she can breathe. âAnd Doyoung was complaining the entire time, pissing off my mom. You know how my brother is.â
Youâve met Doyoung once or twice, and he was very similar to Doyeon â confident, smart and not afraid to speak whatâs on his mind. Doyoung had a very difficult time adjusting to their motherâs new beau.
âYou know what would be nice?â Doyeon asks, eyelashes fluttering at you. âIf you come with me next time.â
âYou know I canât,â you decline, moving to check on the tubs of ice cream. âIâm too busy with work and school. Canât leave for a night of luxury.â
âBut you can,â she whines loudly. âJust let me pay your rent for last month and weâll call it even!â
You roll your eyes. âI hardly call that even, Doyeon.â
She huffs. âPlease? I canât stand to go to another one of these things and listen to those snotty people tell me how lucky I am that my mom found that douchebag. You would make it so much more fun, and save me from a night of torture.â
For the first time, youâre contemplating Doyeonâs offer. Youâve known for a long time now that youâre running low on funds, and youâre scared that if you donât find a way to pay your landlord, heâll end up evicting you. Your eyes glance up to meet Doyeonâs, who has her puppy dog gaze turned on.
You sigh. âJust one event. Thatâs it.â
She squeals, and almost jumps over the counter to hug you.
âThank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, thank you!â
You awkwardly pat her back. âYeah, yeah.â
â
Doyeon failed to tell you that the event she was dragging you to would actually take place within a week.
You scrambled to find a dress and how to style your hair, knowing that if you showed up in an off-brand name, you would immediately look like an outcast. Doyeon saved you from the humiliation, shoving you into a Valentino dress that had your eyes rolling out of your head at the price tag. She also hired a hairstylist on the day of to come over and fix you up, which you clearly disagreed on until Doyeon told you it wasnât up for debate.
And now, here you were, standing in the middle of the most luxurious place youâve ever stepped foot in. Doyeon leans over to whisper to you while youâre eyeing the waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of champagne.
âJust smile and act like you only care about money.â
She tugs you forward and you try your best to match her pace. A girl approaches you two first, nails wrapped around the stem of her glass. Sheâs wearing one of the most beautiful gowns youâve ever seen, a Chanel piece her mother imported for the event.
âHyojung, youâre way too young to be drinking anything,â Doyeon scolds.
âCalm down, mom. No oneâs snitching except you. Who have you brought?â
Doyeon beams and loops her arm through yours. âThis is my friend from college.â She gives Hyojung your name and you offer your best smile.
Hyojung returns your grin. âNice to meet you. Where do your parents work?â
Doyeon opens her mouth to tell Hyojung the truth, but you stop her.
âThey own a few chain businesses in our hometown. Nothing too grand,â you inform. Hyojung nods in agreement, eyes darting somewhere else.
âWell, Chanwoo is here. Iâm going to get the gossip that he owes me from last time.â
When Hyojung leaves, Doyeon frowns at you. âWhy did you lie?â She questions.
You shrug. âI would rather not be a fish out of water here more than I already am. Itâs better if people think Iâm at least middle class.â
âOkay,â she says slowly. âYou know Iâm not ashamed of you, right?â
You giggle and pat her cheek. âOf course I know.â
âFinally!â You hear someone exclaim, and you turn to see Doyoung rushing over to the two of you. âWhere the hell have you been? Momâs going to murder you for showing up so late.â
Doyeon rolls her eyes. âRelax. We took a long time getting ready.â
Doyoung smiles gently at you before tugging his sister away. You feel even more awkward, hands folding together as you sway in the middle of the room. The people around you are talking animatedly and you can faintly hear the sound of the violin in the back of the room. You wonder if you should pretend to go to the bathroom or find somewhere to sit-
âNever seen you here before.â
You turn to see a guy your age, dressed in a full Armani suit and Rolex watch shining under the sparkling chandelier. You awkwardly clear your throat.
âUh, yeah. My friend brought me. Do I look that weird?â
He chuckles, running a hand through his chestnut locks. âYou look beautiful. Iâve just been to plenty of these galas before and Iâve pretty much memorized the guest list.â
Your heart lingers on his compliment and you avert your gaze.
âMy first one. Are they always like this?â
âBoring, you mean?â
You laugh and he joins in. You swear you feel butterflies frantically flying in your stomach.
âSo, whatâs your story? Also have rich parents?â You ask.
He nods. âMy mother owns half of the cityâs major businesses. Iâm Xiaojun, by the way.â You give him your name and he smiles, motioning to the back of the room. âWant to talk where itâs a little less loud?â
You agree, smiling and taking his arm as he leads you to the less chatty part of the room. You both sit on a luxurious velvet couch, a piece of furniture that most likely costs more than your entire apartment. Xiaojun hands you a glass of champagne, his smile taking your breath away.
âTell me a little bit about yourself,â he muses, eyeing you carefully.
You laugh. âIs this a job interview?â
He shrugs. âCould be.â
Your eyebrows furrow at his answer, but you figure rich people were always weird and vague like that. âI go to the same college as Doyeon, and Iâm studying music. Not really much to say, I spend most of my time working.â
He nods, and you canât place what the look in his eye is for.
âMusic, thatâs interesting. What made you decide to take on such a daunting major?â
âDaunting as in itâs not law or business?â You counter, giving him a look.
He holds his hands up in surrender. âHey, no judgment here. In my world, I havenât met anyone who isnât a law or business major. Itâs nice to have a change of scenery.â
He challenges your gaze, and you feel a warmth in your stomach you havenât felt in months. You jump when you hear the shriek of your name and Doyeon comes charging towards the two of you.
âThere you are! Jesus, I had to hear Doyoung fight with my stepdad for almost ten minutes.â Her exasperation turns into surprise when she sees Xiaojun seated next to you. âOh! Hey, Dejun. Didnât see you there.â
He offers a smile. âHi, Doyeon.â
âDo you mind if I pull her away for a bit?â Doyeon asks, but sheâs already looped your arm through hers. You slightly protest when she tugs you away from Xiaojun, but youâre immediately distracted by her next question. âWhat the hell were you doing talking to him? You know what Xiaojun is famous for, right?â
You frown, looking over your shoulder again to see him, watching as his line of sight carefully follows you and Doyeon.
âNo, I donât. He seemed nice. Whatâs the issue?â
Doyeon rolls her eyes. âHeâs a sugar daddy. Always looking for new sugar babies to satisfy him. Heâs been blowing through girls like the wind for the past year. Heâs not good, and I donât want you in his company without me.â
You try to process that the man you were just talking to was, in fact, scoping you out to get a potential new sugar baby. You canât wrap your mind around it, even when Doyeon drags you to the corner of the room, where Doyoung and her stepdad are still fighting.
Your eyes linger on Xiaojunâs table, but heâs already long gone.
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âNice shop you got here.â
You practically jump out of your shoes at the sound of the familiar voice, almost spilling a cup of ice cream down your front. You nearly get whiplash with how fast you spin around, eyes widening at the sight of Xiaojun standing in the middle of the ice cream shop. Your manager, Seojeong, raises an eyebrow at your skittish nature.
âIs there a problem here?â She questions, but you immediately brush her off.
âNo, no problem!â You squeak. You immediately rush over the counter and push Xiaojun out of the shop. âSeojeong, Iâm taking my 15!â
âUm, okay?â
Once youâve got Xiaojun on the street, you take notice of what heâs wearing - another dark Armani suit, same Rolex watch, and hair styled in a way thatâs meant to make your panties drop. You push back your thoughts and whisper harshly to him.
âI know why youâre here.â
He raises an eyebrow, smirking. âDo you now?â
âYes, I do,â you state confidently, tilting your chin up. âDoyeon told me about your little sugar daddy scheme.â
He laughs. âAh, is that what theyâre calling it now? Didnât realize I was such a bad guy for wanting to help out girls in bad situations.â
You scoff. âDo you get off on this? Lowering yourself to the underprivileged lives of the poor? Pretending to be the hero that saves the damsel in distress?â
He snickers at your line of questioning, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing you. He leans down so that youâre face to face, and you falter as he becomes closer to you.
âAnd if I do? What if I like giving you money so you donât have to work two jobs?â
âHow do you know I have two jobs?â You inquire.
âYou looked so lost at that gala. I told you Iâve memorized the guest list â youâve never been on it. It became relatively easy to discover the rest of the details. It must be exhausting doing this everyday, havenât you ever wanted a break?â
You fold your arms across your chest and take a step away from him. âWhatâs in it for you?â
He grins. âThe pleasure of your company.â
âWhat kind of company?â You ask, doubting him. You wonât lie and say the offer isnât intriguing to you. You still have pride, definitely, but the weight of two jobs has really taken a toll on you lately. Plus, Doyeon said Xiaojun breezes through girls anyways. You could get a break from paying your rent for a few months and before you know it, heâll move onto the next charity case he wants to help out.
Thereâs no harm in that, right?
Your thoughts are blown through the window, however, when his smirk grows wider. Youâre sure thereâs a large damp spot in your underwear right now.
âWhatever company you like, little one.â
Youâre fucked.
â
You keep the relationship with Xiaojun quiet and under wraps. You know Doyeon would have many thoughts about your choice, and she would probably convince you to let her pay your bills instead of Xiaojun. You couldnât place that burden on her shoulders.
Surprisingly, Xiaojun doesnât ask for much. He swings by the ice cream parlor once a week, drops off a $1000 check, stays to chat for a little, and leaves. Seojeong doesnât raise any questions, albeit youâve seen her glance at the envelope you leave in the back room. You wouldâve thought that Xiaojun is the type of guy who invites you over to his penthouse apartment to get to know him, but heâs been quite reserved. He never crosses the line with you, and his questioning stays on the topic of your classes and work. You continuously wonder how to captivate his attention and if the other girls before you failed to do so.
About a month into the deal, your patience wears thin. Youâre not even really sure why youâre frustrated in the first place. Anyone would love a no strings attached deal like this, getting $1000 every week with barely any commitment. You quit your other job because you donât need both paychecks now and youâve been able to keep up on rent. However, a part of you expected to be close with Xiaojun in some way at this point, especially considering the way he was flirting with you when he first propositioned this.
Youâre fully prepared to confront him on Friday night, the same day he usually drops off the check and chats with you for a bit. You practically throw yourself over the counter when he takes a step inside the shop, yelling over your shoulder to Seojeong that youâre taking your break.
Xiaojun laughs at your eagerness, allowing you to tug on his suit as you pull him outside.
âSomeoneâs excited today. Need the check that badly?â
You frown at the accusation and exhale. âNo, as a matter of fact, the money youâve given me so far could probably cover me for a year.â
âThen whatâs with the frowny face?â
âThereâs a catch here, Xiaojun, I know there is. Youâve been too nice,â you say, waving a finger at him.
He smirks. âHave I been? I told you, little one, all I need is your company. Youâve given that to me every week, havenât you?â
You scoff. âBarely. We talk for a few minutes while Iâm making orders for other customers and then you leave. I would hardly call that company.â
He gets even cockier, if that was humanly possible. Xiaojun has to know what heâs doing to you â the mystery of his true personality starting to make you curious.
Similar to your first meeting, he leans down until heâs a few inches from your face, eyebrow raised. âDidnât mean to neglect you, little one. Did you want more from me?â
You shift awkwardly, tension building in your stomach from his words. He was clearly teasing you and his patience was stronger than you previously believed. He waited a month just to have you desperate like this, wanting something more than a few minutes of his time. Youâre so wet at this point that youâre definitive Xiaojun knows.
To prove your point, his smirk grows wider. âWhat are you doing after your shift?â
âU-Um, I have some homework to finish-â
âGreat, Iâll pick you up after work and you can finish it at my apartment.â He doesnât give you any time to protest, moving closer to you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. âNext time, little one, just tell me you need more attention. Daddy will gladly give it to you.â
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Youâre a nervous wreck when Xiaojunâs expensive Rolls-Royce pulls up to the curb after your shift has ended. His car looks terribly out of place on the streets of your dirty campus, but he doesnât seem bothered in the slightest. You quickly get in and ask him to go before anyone can recognize you.
The ride to his apartment in the upper part of town is filled with silence, making you even more jittery. Xiaojun, on the other hand, is calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the console. You try to swallow your nerves and reason with yourself.
This is just Xiaojun â son of a multimillionaire, heir to many respective companies within the city. This is just Xiaojun â the man whoâs been giving you $1000 every week with no strings attached, the man whoâs clouded your dreams for the past month on more than one occasion.
Unfortunately, you donât have any more time to dwell on your thoughts when Xiaojun pulls up to the parking garage of his complex. The both of you exit the car and he hands the keys to one of the valet drivers. His fingers fall to the small of your back as he guides you inside.
You try to avoid the blatant stares from other residents. Youâre still dressed in your work clothes, a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans, but you couldnât look more like a fish out of water. Xiaojun doesnât seem to mind, walking into the elevator and pressing the top floor button. You ride the elevator in silence, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you reach the penthouse.
The apartment is straight out of the movies. The decor is extravagant, and youâre afraid if you touch anything, youâll have to pay a fine. Xiaojun leads you to the dining room, pulling out a chair for you, despite your confusion.
âYou can finish your homework here. Iâll be in the study upstairs.â
âWait wait wait,â you stop him, placing a hand on his chest. âYouâre leaving?â
He grins. âDid you want me to stay?â
He was really going to make you beg for it. Your eyes narrow and you feel a burst of confidence run through you. You tilt your head up until youâre a few centimeters from his mouth.
âYou said Daddy would give me more attention if I asked for it.â
He growls, eyes darkening. Before you know it, he has you pinned to the grand table, staring at you as if youâre his last meal. Itâs your turn to smirk as his control snaps, fingers digging into your hips roughly.
âThink itâs fun to test me? The other girls before you were more behaved,â he hisses, eyes wandering to the valley of your breasts.
âBut you donât like that, do you? You like it when they disobey,â you murmur, pulling him closer to you. âYou like giving them their punishment.â
Xiaojunâs lips are pressed to yours before you can even fully register whatâs going on, his body locking you against the wood. You whimper, hands gripping his forearm to keep steady. Itâs messy and frantic, and you can see all of the built up tension starting to show.
âWhat would Doyeon think of you whoring yourself out for money?â He snickers, making you feel small under his gaze. âI bet she would be so ashamed. Little one gave up her pride for a few thousand dollars?â
You whine. âItâs not like that.â
âBut isnât it?â He questions you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. You wish you had worn a sexier pair of panties today but Xiaojun seems satisfied nonetheless, snapping the elastic against your skin. âCanât wait to get a taste of this cunt. Thatâs what you wanted, isnât it, little one?â
You probably look pathetic like this â half of your body sprawled across Xiaojunâs dining table, pants around your ankles, and a large wet spot ruining the fabric of your underwear. You pitifully nod in response to his question, eyes locked on the bulge straining against his expensive trousers. He chuckles when he follows your line of sight.
âHungry?â
You fall into the role so easily. âYes, Daddy.â
He directs you on your knees, the cold marble floor sending a shiver up your spine. You eagerly watch him unbuckle his belt and exposing his leaking cock for you. The tip is red and angry, demanding to be touched.
âGo ahead, little one. Make Daddy feel good.â
You wrap your mouth around the tip, nearly moaning at the taste of him. You havenât been intimate with someone in so long and his cock has your mouth watering.
âGood girl,â he soothes, pushing his cock further down your throat. Tears immediately spring into your eyes when he ignores your gag reflex, hands gripping the back of your head as he guided you. âShh, doing so well for me, little one.â
You allow him to fuck your mouth, trying to brush aside the tears falling down your face and saliva pooling at the sides of your mouth. Itâs filthy and you love it â you havenât been used like this in months and you never realized how much you missed it.
âYour mouth is so perfect, fuck,â he groans. âIâll pay for anything you want if you stay on your knees like this, all pretty for me.â
You gasp when he lets you breathe, pulling his cock away. He chuckles at you, fingers returning to stroke himself as he watches you regain yourself. He tugs you back on your feet, overlooking your wobbly legs and pushing you into the living room. Youâre about to question him on what heâs doing until heâs shoving you up against his glass window. You gaze downwards, seeing a plethora of people passing by on the street and cars honking to one another. Itâs a view you only see in the movies, and you know Xiaojunâs eager to fuck you into the fantasy.
His fingers slide into your underwear, breath hot against your neck. âLook at all of them down there, little one. Bet they want to be just like you, fucked so good for everyone to see. Even better when I cum inside you, hm?â
You freeze. âD-Daddy,â you whisper frantically. âIâm not on the pill.â
Heâs silent behind your figure before you feel him playing with your folds, your wetness coating his hand.
âIsnât that nice? What do you think of getting knocked up, little one? This entire place could be yours, you would never have to step foot in that ice cream shop again. All the wealth you never imagined, you could spend all day in bed with me while I stuff you full. You would look so pretty on Daddyâs arm. I wonder how many times we could sneak away from the crowd so I could fuck my cock into you. Wouldnât that be a dream?â
You gasp, growing wetter by the second. He easily slides a finger into your heat and all common sense is thrown out of the window.
âPlease fuck me, Daddy,â you beg. âPlease please please. Iâll be good for you, I promise.â
He laughs at your desperation, pushing another digit inside. âEven though youâre not on the pill? How filthy of you, little one.â
Itâs sick. You barely know this man but all you want is his cum inside you. You can imagine the headlines now â Millionaireâs Son Gets Poor Girl Pregnant. But you want it. You want it so badly.
You hear the tearing of your panties but you couldnât give a fuck what happens to them, pushing yourself further into him. He laughs again at you, tip lining up to your entrance.
âBeg for it.â
You cry. âPlease, Daddy! I want it, Iâve been so good for you! Iâll let you cum inside me and everyone can watch. I want them to see who I belong to.â
âFuck,â he growls at your submission. You nearly scream when he pushes into you, his girth bigger and thicker than youâve ever taken before. On top of that, you havenât had sex in months and the stretch is almost unbearable. Your head rolls back but Xiaojun grips your chin and forces you to look outside the window. âLook at all those people, little one. Theyâre about to get a nice show.â
He gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you like he wants to break you. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls roughly, causing you to yelp at the pain. Youâre past the point of coherent thinking, Xiaojunâs cock fucking you so good you can barely talk.
âGood, little one?â
âMmf,â you gurgle, gasping at the force of his movements. You can feel him in your throat, and itâs as if heâs waited all these weeks just to spill his seed into you.
You tumble over the edge when he pinches your clit, whispering the dirtiest confessions into your ear. âNeedy whore,â he laughed sinisterly. âProbably canât go a day without my cock after this. Going to be begging me for it, wanting me all the time now. I canât wait to take you everywhere and anywhere I please. Iâll buy you so many cute outfits, little one. So many skirts that make it easy for me to slide right inside and fuck you until youâre crying for me.â
You clench around his cock and fall over the edge, your wetness spilling down your thighs.
âDaddy,â you breathlessly hiss, body going limp in his arms.
âYou came so much for me, little one. Your slutty cunt is so good for me, isnât it?â
âPlease, Daddy,â you plead. âPlease, Daddy. I want to feel your cum.â
âYeah?â He grunts, the sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against your pussy echoes around the room. âYou wanna get pregnant? All baby wants is a big fat cock to stuff her full of cum, hm?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you cry out, not even caring how pitiful you look at this point. âWant it so badly.â
Your desperation snaps the cord inside of him and he spills every last drop into you. You whimper at the warm feeling, some of his cum starting to drip out and coat the inside of your thighs. You both attempt to catch your breaths, your legs feeling like jelly.
Youâre about to move away from him until Xiaojun keeps you pinned to the window, stopping you from leaving.
âW-What are y-you doing?â You ask, still out of breath from the fucking you just received.
âI donât think that was the one,â he muses, eyes locked on where you two are intertwined. He offers an experimental thrust that has you scrambling.
âNo, no,â you sniffle, trying to move away from him again. âI canât, I canât.â
âI think you can,â he chuckles, enjoying the way your cunt wraps so nicely around his cock. âAnd you will. Havenât gotten you pregnant yet, little one.â
You spend hours fucking like bunnies with Xiaojun taking you on almost every surface of his apartment. You donât even care that youâre impregnated, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases while the sun falls under the skyline.
Your pride didnât matter that much anyways.
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partner | choi seungcheol
A/N: back on my fluff agenda! Just realized I write a lot of university au because itâs a setting that Iâm most familiar with, haha. hope you guys like this! please tell me if you do đ€§đ€§
â Seungcheol x ReaderÂ
â other characters: Jennie, Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seokmin, and a lot other idols simply mentioned.
â word count: 4063 words.
â fluffy // non-idol!au // university!au
â this takes place in the same universe as Stupid Crush though you donât have to read it to understand.
your friendâs absent for one day and you somehow end up with the Choi Seungcheol as your partner for Mr. Kimâs class.
If thereâs anything that you are, itâs quiet. Though the small circle youâve managed to maintain would say otherwise, they, too, know how much quiet you can be when youâre with people youâre not close with. So, when you find out Jennie isnât going to attend todayâs class because sheâs sick, you know youâre going to spend the day alone because the few classes you have today are all with her.
You enter the class, looking around with earphones on your ears and your hand holding a tumbler. You decide to sit in the 2nd front row because youâd rather listen to your lecturer than the rowdy chatting noise on the back of the class. Plus, people donât usually sit in the first front rows so you donât have to worry about anyone sitting near you.
Looking at your watch, you realize that there are still fifteen minutes left before the class starts; Mr. Kim usually comes to class 10 minutes later than that. So, you take out your phone and start to scroll through your playlist, trying to see if thereâs any particular song you feel like listening to. When nothing catches your interest, you put the phone back and bury your face in your arms before sighing; seems like today would be a long day, after all.
Seungcheol is running late. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Seungcheol is never late and out of all the classes, he just has to be late for this one. Mr. Kim loves him and thatâs a problem because even if he wouldnât scold him as much as he would the others, this hurts his pride and his 100% punctual record. Out of all day, Mingyu just has to spill his coffee on him this morning right after he finished showering.
To make matters worse, this is the one class that Seungcheol doesnât share with anyone heâs particularly close with so he canât ask anyone to save him a seat. What a day.
He runs throughout the corridors, exclaiming a quick sorry to anyone he accidentally bumps into (thankfully, the one person he bumps hardly into happens to be Soonyoung so he doesnât have to worry about helping him pick up his stuffs (why was he carrying a small tiger pillow, anyway?) and he just runs faster with a promise to treat him later, leaving the poor guy mumbling about how pitiful his pillow is). Â
When heâs about to reach the class, Seungcheol slows down a little to catch his breath. He looks at his watch, almost five minutes late; the guy exhales making sure he looks presentable before he opens the door.
Apology is ready at the tip of his tongue when he realizes Mr. Kim is somehow later than he usually is. He stares at the professor table, as if not believing itâs actually empty. When someone coughs from behind, Seungcheol quickly turns around saying a quick sorry, moving out of the way before he realizes it is Mr. Kim behind him.
The lecturer looks at him, brows raised. âDid youâŠarrive just now?â
Seungcheol grins sheepishly, not knowing what to say.
âOh well, youâre never late, anyway. Go take a seat.â The guy nods, letting the professor walks first before he closes the door behind him.
He quickly scans the room, thinking where to sit. He is about to go further back when he realizes itâs practically full: Nayeon and her gangs are occupying one single row, there are also Junhwe, Chanwoo, and Donghyuk on one side while Wendy and Mark are sitting together on the other, and thereâs no way heâd sit with Bambam and Yugyeom at 8 in the morning; heâs not awake enough for that. He spots an empty spot in the front rows, just a few people he only recognizes by name. With that, Seungcheol opts for the peaceful front rows, sitting next to a girl heâs pretty sure heâs never talked to before.
When you hear the chair beside you scraps against the floor, you glance a little, trying to see who on earth would sit beside you. Seeing the Choi Seungcheol smiling sheepishly at you isnât what you expected at all. You simply nod a little in recognition before going back to look forward.
You donât actually know him, but youâve heard of him. Youâre pretty sure everyone in your major has heard of him at least once: the guy who gets a scholarship through sport activities but somehow has an A minus as his average score. Youâve heard from Seokmin (who, youâve learned, befriends him through Mingyu) that Seungcheol is a pretty cool guy despite his popularity and all that but you remember just nodding, more interested with the pudding in your hand. Heâs cute, yes, but heâs too far out of your reach, anyway, thereâs no use taking interest in him.
âOkay, so, there are about 22 of you in this class according to the list. Iâd need you to make a group of two. Youâd be with the same person until the end of the semester so Iâd let you pick your own group,â Mr. Kim announces. âIâm giving you three minutes to submit the names to me.â
Not wanting to draw attention to yourself by raising your hand, you go to the front to ask Mr. Kim if you could partner up with Jennie despite her absence that day.
âHmm. See if anyone else has got no partner. If theyâre all paired up, Iâll let you be with her. If not, you have to partner with the ones left.â
You are about to open your mouth to protest before deciding against it. You go back to your seat, scanning the room as you do so to calculate if youâd be able to be with Jennie after all. There are Nayeon and her gangs, because there are six of them, youâre sure theyâd be with each other. Bambam and Yugyeom, along with Mark and Wendy are also sets. You see Chanwoo losing a rock-paper-scissors at the corner of your eyes and you wonder if that means heâs left out to get another person as his partner. You can see him going to the other guy at the very front row (Was his name Johnny? Youâre pretty sure thatâs his name), probably asking him to be his partner.
âHey.â You hear someone whisper beside you.
You turn to the voice, pointing at yourself to make sure heâs talking to you.
Seungcheol smiles, nodding at you. âIâm Seungcheol, by the way. I donât think weâve ever⊠talked before?â
You nod too, telling him your name and confirming his suspicion.
âIâm really sorry, I notice youâre often with Jennie and I know youâre gonna want to be with her but can you partner with me? Please? I donât want to partner with her,â he pleads to you. Youâre pretty sure heâs referring to Hyeri, the girl who is obviously crushing on Seungcheol. Sheâs the kind of girl that one-sidedly claim heâs hers and, to be honest, itâs kinda amazing to you that someone could be that condescending.
He looks at you with eyes full of pity that you almost say âyesâ immediately. Fortunately, youâre able to hold yourself back before saying so.
Instead, you ask him. âYou know Jennie?â
He nods again, you notice his hand is spinning his pen absentmindedly. âSheâs friend with Chaeyoung; do you know her?â You nod. âChaeyoung is my friendâs ex so⊠yeah. We hung out once or twice before I think.â
âMingyu?â You ask, making sure.
âYup,â he says, popping the âpâ. âYou know him?â
âYeah. Iâm close with Seokmin.â You answer, because everyone knows Seokmin and Mingyu are like Bambam and Yugyeom; if you know one, youâre bound to know the other.
Seungcheol makes a silent âOâ. âThen how come weâve never hung out before? Our circle is pretty similar,â he asks, tilting his head to the side.
Youâre about to answer him when Hyeri suddenly appears beside you, politely smiling at you even though her eyes are focused on Seungcheol.
âHi, Cheol,â she greets him and you can see how Seungcheol visibly tense; he is uncomfortable.
âUh⊠Hi. Can I help you?â
âYouâll partner with me, right?â she asks, though to your ears it sounds more like a demand.
âIâm sorry Iâve decided to partner with her,â he answers, pointing at you.
Your eyes comically widen, about to say otherwise when Seungcheol subtly gives you a pleading glance. âUhh⊠yeah, what he says.â
He looks at you in disbelief, not knowing how bad of a liar you are.
Hyeri cocks her head to the side, not believing it. But whatever she was going to say is cut off by Mr. Kim calling Seungcheol to the front, saving him from whatever nuisance the girl was going to be. Your eyes follow him, noticing how he looks at you with an apologetic smile before he turns to the professor again. You see him nod at the professor and recognize the shape of your name in his mouth as Mr. Kim writes down something on his paper. You sigh. There goes your comfortable assignment meetings with Jennie.
âIs there something you arenât telling me while I was absent?â Jennie asks, suddenly evasive.
Youâre currently at her room, not spending a minute more in uni the moment classes are done for the day. You have just arrived and have only sat down on her bed, your bag barely reaching the floor when she asks.
âWhy do you sound like Iâm hiding something from you? Youâre literally absent today and I went here right after the class ends?â
âThen why did Choi Seungcheol text me asking for your number?â she asks, shoving her phone at your face.
You look at the screen, you can see him mentioning your name and Jennie going protective out of nowhere. At the very bottom of the screen, sheâs just blatantly accusing him.
Seungcheol: yes. Her. Your best friend, whatever. Can I just get her number please?
Jennie: No. Are you going to flirt with her?
Jennie: THROUGH me
Jennie: the audacity of this guy
You turn to Jennie, looking at her as if sheâs crazy. âJen! Why would he be flirting with me! We just got paired up for a project because you were absent!â
âWhy wouldnât he?â Jennie blinks continuously, her mouth turning into a circle in realization before she frowns again. âWhy are you with him? Not with me?â
âBecause youâre absent?â you say exasperatedly. âMr. Kim wouldnât let me pair with you unless Iâm the only one left with no partner in class but Seungcheol made me his partner because the other one without partner was Hyeri soâŠâ
She nods, suddenly understanding his situation. âHuh, that could happen,â she mutters to herself. âSo, who am I paired with?â
âIâm not sure. Thereâs Hyeri and two other people absent with you today.â You shrug.
âWell, Iâm giving him your number, then. Why didnât he ask you earlier, though? What a dumbass.â
âUh⊠In case you forget, I donât remember to ask for his either,â you say nonchalantly, laying down on her bed.
âYouâre both dumbasses, then.â Jennie spares you a glance, her fingers stop typing on her phone. âWhy are you taking his side, anyway?â
You blink at her, not having an answer to that.
She grins at you, that mischievous grin she saves everytime sheâs feeling particularly playful. âIs this a crush in the making?â
Rolling your eyes at her, you simply throw a pillow at her for the baseless accusation. âNever.â
Unknown Number : hi! This is Seungcheol. I got your number from Jennie. Can we meet up to discuss the assignment?
You: Oh, sureÂ
You: When would be okay for you?Â
Choi Seungcheol: tomorrow? Or the day after?
You: Tomorrow during lunch break?Â
You: Or I can see you at the library at 2pm-ishÂ
Choi Seungcheol: library it is.
You: Okay thenÂ
(Choi Seungcheol is typingâŠ)
(âŠ)
(Choi Seungcheol is typingâŠ)
Choi Seungcheol: see you :)
âHi! Sorry, did you wait for long?â Seungcheol asks, sitting in front of you.
You look up at him and shake your head, pulling out your earphones. He wonders if youâre never without them. âJust about five minutes or so, itâs okay. I couldâve texted you if I minded.â
Seungcheol could see a notebook under your arm, and when you notice his glance, you push it to him so he could see it properly.
âOh, I tried to divide the work weâll be working on for the current assignment. We could work together or individually; I donât think it really matters,â you explain to him as he scans the note in front of him. You could see him frown a little as he finished reading the agenda.
âWhy are your works more than mine?â he asks, looking at you with those deep, clear eyes and you couldâve sworn you almost blushed under his gaze.
Coughing a little, you avert your gaze from him to the notes. âAh⊠I just thought because youâre active in a club and Iâm not, I could take a little more works. And I do like this subject, by the way, so I donât mind.â
âBut I do,â he frowns again, his mouth forming a pout without him realizing. âWe should work equally and I like this subject, too. Club activities are my responsibility and I should be able to manage my time without burdening you.â
âUhh⊠Okay, then. Iâm⊠sorry?â
Seungcheol shakes his head repeatedly, his hand waving in denial. âNo, no, no. Thank you for being considerate. I really appreciate it. I just donât want you to think Iâd be happy with less work.â
You chuckle a little, nodding your head in understanding. âOkay, okay, letâs go over the parts again?â
He grins at you. âOkay, partner.â
Choi Seungcheol: you free to meet up tomorrow?
You:Â I have a break between two classes at 10Â
Choi Seungcheol: see you at 10 at the library?
You:Â See you!Â
Choi Seungcheol: sorry again I have to cancel todayâs meeting. Thereâs a sudden meeting for the basketball club and I wasnât allowed to miss it :(
You: Hey, itâs fine! Youâve apologized earlier during classÂ
You: There are still other daysÂ
You: And we can work individually too to save timeÂ
Choi Seungcheol: yeah, but I feel bad for setting the date AND cancelling it
You: Â Seokmin suddenly called me to have lunch with him, anywayÂ
You: So, itâs okay, reallyÂ
Choi Seungcheol: oh, you ate with him?
You:Â YupppÂ
You: with Jennie, Soonyoung, and Mingyu, tooÂ
You: Gyu mentioned he was with you when you suddenly got the callÂ
Choi Seungcheol: gyu?
(Choi Seungcheol is typingâŠ)
You: Yeah?Â
(Choi Seungcheol is typingâŠ)
Choi Seungcheol: I better be included next time you guys have lunch >:(
You: Haha, sureÂ
You: Donât get sulky, mister :PÂ
Choi Seungcheol: I didnât!
You: ofc ofcÂ
You:Â I believe youÂ
Choi Seungcheol: Hey!
Choi Seungcheol: soooo what did I miss?
You: NothingÂ
You: Mr. Kim cancelled the classÂ
You: Lucky you. Skipping the class when itâs cancelledÂ
Choi Seungcheol: hey, I didnât skip class!
Choi Seungcheol: I told you weâre in the middle of competition
You: Then why are you texting me?Â
Choi Seungcheol: to get energy from you? ;)
You: Ew?Â
Choi Seungcheol: D:
You: Just kidding hahaÂ
You: Good luck!Â
You: Treat me something if you winÂ
Choi Seungcheol: Iâll definitely win, then.
âNow who are you texting when we are all here during lunch?â Jennie asks, eyeing you suspiciously as she chews on her food.
Seokmin turns to you, too, following Jennie. Itâs almost 3 in the afternoon now and youâre having a late lunch with Jennie, Seokmin, Mingyu, and someone named Jeonghan (who youâve learned is from another university but often hangs out with Mingyu and Seungcheol, Mingyu says he and Seungcheol are practically attached to the hips) at the mall because everyone is finished with uni for the day.
âProbably Seungcheol,â Mingyu chirps, not even waiting for you to answer.
Jeonghan, whoâs sitting beside you for some reason, turns to you in a sudden interest, his chopsticks staying still in his hand. âOh?â
You look at him warily, still not used to his presence. âUhh, yeah. He was just asking about the class he missed.â
Mingyu scoffs. âAs if,â he says before choking on his food. Jennie just shakes her head as Seokmin laughs at the guy.
âYou just never learn, do you? Donât even remember how many times Chaeyoung told you not to speak as you eat,â Jennie says, though her hand goes to his back and pat him as he coughs.
âCan we please not talk about my ex?â
You shake your head amusedly, remembering how many times you saw Chaeyoung doing the same thing to Mingyu everytime he choked before.
âDoesnât Seungcheol have a competition today?â Jeonghan asks, not letting go of the topic.
Mingyu nods at him as he drinks his water, finally able to speak. âYeah. But he texts her all the time, anyway.â
Itâs almost comical, the way Jennie and Seokmin turn to you at the same time, the exact same expression on their faces.
âYouâve been texting him?â Jennie asks, her voice protective even though the glint in her eyes says otherwise.
You sigh, putting down your utensils. âJust about the assignments. He prefers to work together than individually so we have to set a date to meet up from time to time.â
âA DATE?â Seokmin exclaims, his voice going higher in exaggeration. âYouâve been going on dates with him?! And you didnât tell ME?!â
âSeokââ
âDonât you dare say itâs not like that,â he interrupts, narrowing his eyes at you.
âBut itâs really not!â
âThen can you show me your last texts with each other? Promise I wonât scroll up,â Jennie teases you, her eyebrows wriggling up and down.
You scoff at your friends, picking up your chopsticks again to continue eating, refusing to answer them. Suddenly, your phone buzzes and you glance at your phone at the table the same time Jeonghan does out of reflex.
âPffffffft,â Jeonghan suddenly laughs, not even bothering to pretend like he doesnât see your text.
The rest turn to the both of you, as you quickly turn your phone back so the screen would face the table instead. Out of all time.
âWhat is it?â Mingyu asks impatiently, knocking the spot near Jeonghanâs tray.
âSeungcheol just texted her,â he says, his grin getting bigger by the second. âYou owe me a date, wink emoji, he says.â
You close your eyes in contempt, trying to hold yourself back from choking Jeonghan even though itâs been approximately two hours since youâve known the guy. As Jennie and Seokmin are busy pointing fingers at you, you settle for a glare at him, in which he just giggles in return, his nose scrunching and all.
âHeâs my best friend, you know? Iâve known about you for some time, anyway. He just hasnât mentioned your name to me,â he whispers to you, and then going back to eating as if nothing happens.
You simply blush at the revelation, still ignoring Jennie and Seokmin.
That night, as you finish washing up and settles down in your bed, you check your phone to see if anyone texts you as you were showering. There are a few texts from the class group chat you donât bother to check yet, a text from Chaeyoung asking to meet up because she feels betrayed she didnât know you have a thing with Seungcheol (damn Jennie and her big mouth), and Seungcheol, asking if youâre asleep yet. Naturally, you answer him first.
Choi Seungcheol: are you still up?
You:Â Sorry I was washing up
You: Why?
Choi Seungcheol: can I call you?
 âŠ
 âŠ
You: Sure
âHello?â his voice sounds tired, and you wonder if heâs ready for bed.
âHi,â you answer meekly, your heart starts beating so fast for some reason. Youâre pretty sure this is the first time Seungcheol ever calls you not because of your assignment. âCongrats on winning?â
He laughs a little, making your stomach flutter even more. âThanks. Itâs because you cheered for me.â
You sneer jokingly and Seungcheol laughs even louder. âPlease donât ever do that when youâre flirting with a girl later, okay? Sheâd reject you right away.â
âWould you?â he asks, his tone suddenly getting lower.
âDonât joke around like that, Cheol,â you sigh, turning in your bed.
âHey, Iâm asking for real,â he says. âI donât want to talk about this through the phone but because weâre at itâŠâ
âCanât wait to see me, huh?â you say jokingly, playing his game. But when he whispers a âyesâ instead of denying it, you swear you could listen the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Itâs silent for a second or two before Seungcheol speaks again, changing the subject, âWhat did you do today? Did you eat with Seokmin and the others again without including me?â
You laugh at his question, holding on to your pillow as you do so. âHonestly⊠yeah. This time we couldnât have possibly invited you, though!â
He grunts jokingly, not knowing heâd actually guess it right. âWith Jennie and Mingyu, too?â
âMhm,â you hum at him. âAlso, Jeonghan. I hear heâs your friend? He tagged along because heâs with Mingyu when Seokmin called him.â
Itâs funny how clearly you can hear the sound of him shuffling in his bed. From the sound of it, you assume heâs sitting up in surprise, not expecting to hear his best friendâs name from your lips.
âYoon Jeonghan?â he asks, making sure he doesnât hear you wrong.
âYeah. I thought heâd be talking to you right after the whole thing,â you sigh, burying your face in your pillow as you recall him accidentally seeing Seungcheolâs controversial text through your notification bar.
âThe whole thing? What happened? He didnât prank you, did he?â he asks, suddenly alert.
You laugh softly, asking him to calm down a little. âNo, he didnât. He just accidentally read your text from my lockscreen.â
Seungcheol is silent for a while before speaking again. âThe one where I say you owe me a date?â
At your confirmation, the guy immediately groans. Jeonghan would never let go of it. Heâd use that words against him all the time now and heâs already tired when it hasnât even begun.
âIâm sorry,â he apologizes. âThey all mustâve teased you a lot, then.â
You chuckle at his defeated tone, telling him thereâs no need to be sorry. âItâs okay. I know youâre only joking, so thereâs no need to get defensive on my behalf, okay?â
When Seungcheol doesnât answer, you take a look at your phone, seeing if the callâs cut off. Realizing itâs still on, you try to listen if he suddenly falls asleep but there doesnât seem to be any sound of his breath, either.
âCheol? Are you there?â
âYeah, justâŠâ he stops, hesitating a little. âWhy do you think Iâm joking?â
âBecause why would you want to go on a date with me?â You answer, feeling sorry to yourself for even having to say it.
âWhy wouldnât I?â he asks. And itâs actually amazing how you can hear the pout in his voice. Youâve been spending too much time with him, havenât you?
âBecause⊠youâre Choi Seungcheol?â you answer timidly, not knowing how to answer that.
He exhales in disbelief; how does that even make sense?
âAnd youâre you. Iâd be lucky to go on a date with you.â Itâs the way he says it that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Voice so soft and full of sincerity as if to tell you that he means all of it.
You hesitate for a second, genuinely lost at how to answer him. You can feel your face getting hot and you bite your lower lip to stop the grin forming on your face regardless. âYou mean it?â is the only thing you manage to let out.
âDo I seem like the type to say empty words?â He asks, saying your name frustratedly.
You chuckle a little then, shaking your head as if he can see it. âOkay, then.â
âOkay what?â he asks, suddenly confused though you can hear the smile in his voice.
âOkay, letâs go on a date?â
From the other side of the call, you can hear Seungcheol chuckles softly, as if not believing youâd say yes. âOkay, partner.â
A/N: Iâm so sorry idk why the text layout becomes rather messy on phone :( I hope it doesnât bother you as much :(
#s.coups scenarios#scoups scenario#scoups scenarios#seungcheol scenario#choi seungcheol#scoups#scoups fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen au#seventeen scenario#scoups au#scoups fic#university au#this was random tho haha
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damn the charcuterie board. (m) pjm. myg.
pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth authorâs note: hihiii this is loosely based on a request i got a while back that i finally got around to doing. i hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to shoot me a message and lmk what you think!
âThis feels wrong.â Jimin exclaims, finger pointing at the wooden slab that Yoongi just laid out on the coffee table in front of you two. Yoongi looks down right offended, a scowl gracing his face as he glares at Jimin.
âWhat the fuck, why?â He grumbles, plucking up a slice of cheese and stuffing it into his mouth, rounding the corner and plopping down next to you on the couch.
You stare at Jimin in amusement, your feet resting on the coffee table, your hands gently patting your knees, âYeah why?â
Jimin scoffs, leaning forward and pushing the slices of salami around with his finger, a disgusted look on his face as he does so. âThis is raw meat Yoongi, raw meat and cheese.â
âWith dried fruits!â You interject.
âYes, with dried fruits.â Jimin hums, reluctantly grabbing a cracker and chewing it slowly, almost cautiously.
âAnd nuts!â You continue with a laugh.
Jimin sighs, âYes, thank you Y/N and nuts.â
âYouâre so uncultured.â Yoongi grumbles out, reaching forward to grab the piece of peppered salami that Jimin had been assaulting prior, âIts cured meat, not raw.â
Jimin scoffs now, âSame difference.â
You chuckle under your breath, reaching forward to grab the unopened wine bottle sitting by the charcuterie board, swiping the bottle opener as well before settling back onto the couch.
The bottle sits between your thighs as you twist into the cork, a smile on your face due to how Yoongi and Jimin continue to bicker about whether the meats were raw or not.
A pop sounds off when you uncork the bottle, momentarily silencing Jimin when he mentions not wanting to catch salmonella from the raw meat touching the cheese.
âIâm gonna pretend like youâre not an entire idiot and didnât just say that. Y/N, pour me a glass.â
Jimin stares at him like he just said the most offensive thing, sagging into the couch with a grumble, crossing his arms under his chest while you pour Yoongi a large glass of Merlot.
âIf it means anything I think your charcuterie board is beautiful Yoongi.â
You take a glance at him and see him admiring his work, the marbled slab of wood that held different meats, cheeses, crackers, dried fruit and nuts, along with an assortment of jams and dips to top it off.
âThis is why I love you and you only.â
He reaches over and hooks an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his side, not caring that you flopped over and nearly spilled his glass of wine.
âHer only?â Jimin once again complains, he had been in a rather grumpy mood today, whining about the tiniest things. You had an inkling something at work must have happened that dampened his mood. âHow are you gonna say that.â
âWeâre like the three musketeers Yoongi you canât single out Jimin like that.â
Yoongi laughs under his breath, taking a sip of his wine slowly while Jimin continues, âNo way, weâre totally a Lizzie McGuire-esque friend group.â
That makes Yoongi choke on the drink, his teeth knocking into the glass as he coughs obnoxiously, your body jostling against his as he pounds on his chest. âWhat?â
âWhat?â Jimin parrots, âY/Nâs Lizzie, Iâm Gordoââ
âAnd what, Iâm Miranda? The fuck.â
How in the hell did he fall under the Miranda characterization, this was so fucked up.
âWould you rather be Kate Sanders? Or Ethan?â
Yoongi had enough, he nudges you aside to reach over once more, his hands grabbing a handful of grapes and chucking them at Jimin, laughing when the fruit messes up his blonde hair. âFuck you, Iâm Gordo.â
You reach over yourself, grabbing some dried oranges and popping them in your mouth, deciding that Jimin had been attacked enough. âTo be fair, I think Iâm more of a Miranda, Jiminâs definitely Lizzie and youâre Gordo for sure.â
That seems to satisfy everyone, Jimin beaming at being called Lizzie, grabbing the grapes that had landed on his lap and popping them in his mouth with a grin, âYeah that sounds more like it.â
Yoongi continues to sip on his wine, letting you go back to snuggling on his side, your legs now outstretched over onto Jiminâs lap.
Little by little you and Yoongi, and after much hesitation even Jimin, finish the majority of the contents of the board and wine. Laying on the couch, warm faced and full you groan out when Yoongiâs fingers dig into your calves, massaging the flesh.
âHey, wasnât your date with Chanwoo yesterday?â Jimin asks softly, ears perking up when you let out a soft moan at the tension Yoongiâs releasing in your legs.
Yoongi watches on curiously, your face on Jiminâs lap, content as he rakes his fingers through your hair. You had been gushing about Chanwoo for weeks now, how excited you were to finally go on a date together. Yoongi and Jimin were the two people you went to for everything, they knew absolutely every dirty secret about you and as much as Yoongi loved knowing what made you tick, hearing about your love interests was definitely a downside.
âYes,â you sigh, your tone differing greatly from the dreamy way you had spoke about him before, tracing a fingertip on the fabric of Jiminâs jean covered thigh, âhe made dinner and we watched a movie at my place.â
âSo netflix and chill?â Jimin snorts, laughing when you punch your arm out to hit his stomach.
âYou know what, so what if it was. I have needs and I needed to get laid.â
Yoongi hums now, his fingers pausing on your skin, âAnd were your needs met?â Hes asking because he knows, he can tell by your voice that whatever had transpired between you and Chanwoo had not satisfied you.
He was right too, Chanwoo had been a gentleman, coming over to yours right on time and making a plate of carbonara that had been delicious. Halfway through watching Jumanjiâthat alone shouldâve been a sign that you were not going to be getting the dicking you desperately wantedâhe had made his move.
A messy make out session on your couch led to him fumbling out of his jeans as quickly as he could, barely giving you time to fall into the motions before he was rutting into you like a horny teenager.
His eagerness would have turned you on if he hadnât been so insistent in hiding his face in your neck, getting himself to cum in three minutes flat. Not even an entire scene of the movie had passed before a whine met your ears as he finished. He had the audacity to ask you if you had came as well and you were in no hurry to soothe his ego, bluntly telling him it had been underwhelming and asking him to leave.
After he had gone you moved yourself into your room, grabbed your favorite vibrator and searched the internet for a video worthy of getting you off. You had stumbled onto a threesome video, watching a petite girl getting railed from behind as she choked on cock at the same time.
As you sat in your friends house, laid on the couch between the both of them, that video comes to mind again. How would it feel to have both Jimin and Yoongi have their way with you? Just like they knew everything about you, you knew everything about them, having heard every story of their sexual escapades. Unless they were all talk, you knew they were both very good lays.
Your thighs press together as your mind wanders, Yoongiâs question no longer being a focus of interest, instead you pictured yourself on all fours on this same couch, Yoongi thrusting into you from behind while you sucked Jimin off.
The two boys arenât idiots, they can see the dazed out look on your face that you canât conceal, the way your thighs are rubbing together on top of Yoongiâs lap, nudging along his crotch in a way that has his own mind wandering.
âWhatcha thinking about in here?â Jimin asks, his finger gently tapping at your temple, dragging you out of your explicit daydream.
You blink back to the present, turning your head over to look at him. The smirk heâs currently sporting makes you think he can read your mind, his eyes piercing into you with his head slightly tilted in faux innocence.
âI justââ you stop to sigh out, flopping onto your back and readjusting your body on the couch, âChanwoo sucked so I had to get off on my own and this damn video is seared into my mind.â
Jimin hums, his cock twitching at the visual he gets of you in your room, desperate to get off, sweaty on your sheets as you rut against your hand. Maybe youâd think of him, calling out his name when you brought yourself over the edge.
âI need specifics sweet heart.â
You roll your eyes at the teasing tone in Jiminâs voice, you knew they werenât going to let this go now, not until they got all the details. âIt was a threesome video.â
âOh?â Yoongi perks up, âTwo girls one boy or?â
These perverts.
âTwo boys one girl.â You grumble out, feeling your cheeks start to blush for some reason.
âStrange.â Jimin sighs out, his fingers resuming raking through your hair, where as Yoongiâs trail up onto your thighs until they reach the hem of your jean shorts and then they come back down to repeat. âHave you ever been in a threesome, is that like some secret desire of yours?â
Your lips purse as you think it through, you hadnât been in one and whenever you thought of threesomes the only men who occupied that space were currently on the couch with you. âNever have and I guess you could say that.â
The way Yoongi and Jimin share a look has you furrowing your brows, âWait, have you two?â
Yoongiâs the first to break, his smile spreading across his face as he laughs in an almost giddy way. âY/N, weâre two horny boys who happen to be room mates. Of course weâve been in a threesome together.â
Well that was news to you, maybe your idea of being in one with them wasnât so far fetched then.Â
âYou guys never told me.â The tone of your voice has Yoongi laughing out loud, his palm swatting at your thigh, making the pout on your face turn into a scowl.
âWe didnât think you wanted to know that.â
You scoff, âYoongi considering you told me about the time a girl asked you to pee on her Iâm pretty sure weâre past the i didnât think you wanted to know that stage.â
Jimin laughs at the memory, how Yoongi had walked into his room after she had left, looking almost scarred at the request. He was not a kink shamer by any means but water sports were definitely a hard no.
âShe has a point.â He chimes in, his fingers now twisting your strands in a playful manner.
Yoongi hums in agreement, toying with the hem of your shorts, dipping slightly under the fabric until his fingertips felt the edge of your underwear. A smirk curves up his lip when your leg jumps slightly at the sensation.
He stares down at you with an expression that matches Jiminâs, âIt was a while back, if you want details I can give you details.â
âOh I think she wants details Yoongi, she needs material for the next time someone disappoints her.â
âFuck you.â Your hand reaches for the discarded remote, Jimin having placed it onto the coffee table after deciding to play episodes of Lizzie Mcguire. Before you can grasp it though, Jiminâs grabbing your hand and yanking it back, forcing you to lay back onto the couch once more. He grabs your other hand as well, pressing both of them above your head in a strong grip.
âNo baby, you wanted details weâre gonna give them to you right Yoongi?â
The brunette boy nods along, his fingers pressing onto your thighs when you try to wiggle out of his grasp out of annoyance. âThatâs right, Iâm sure youâd love to know how we made that pretty girl cry. Bet you wish it was you huh?â
Yoongi doesnât miss how your thighs resume pressing together, your hips lightly bucking into the air at his words.
âIâm curious though,â Jimin starts, his fingers tracing delicate shapes onto your wrists, âwhich one of us would you fuck first?â
âNeither.â You laugh out, giggling harder when Yoongi slaps your thighs. He calls bullshit, they both do. While you three have technically never slept together, the amount of drunk kissing and fondling shared between you was evidence enough of the sexual tension surrounding you.
âNo?â Yoongi wonders, a curious look on his face as he stares at you, âSo if I justââ he reaches for your short buttons, slowly popping them open and moving on to the zipper, pulling it down halfway, âtook these off and ate you out you wouldnât be begging me to fuck you?â
A stubborn shake of your head is all you give him, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as you mentally urged him on. When Yoongi invited you over to hang out this is definitely not what you had in mind but once again, you were a woman with needs and you needed to get laid properly.
âShould we find out?â
The first crack in your exterior is shown when you softly nod your head, wiggling your hips to get him to resume unzipping your shorts. Yoongi chuckles when you lift up your hips, helping him in tugging them off completely, your soft pink underwear being put on display.
âCute.â Yoongi hums, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers trail around the edge of your underwear, gently pressing down on your center where a small wet patch soaked into the fabric.
Jimin holds both your wrists in his left hand, the right one coming to drape across your stomach to hold you in place. You feel totally restrained but ready to let the boys do whatever they pleased to you. It could partially be blamed on the fact that you were incredibly horny but you had fantasied about this for too long now.
âYou gonna slide them off or just stare?â Yoongi chuckles at your remark, his jaw ticking out at how bratty you were behaving.
âOh believe me, Iâm not just gonna stare sweet heart.â Yoongi mumbles out as he stands up from the couch, motioning for you to get up as well.
A curious look over takes your face as you watch him, Jiminâs light laugh making you feel like he knows something you donât. With a bit of hesitation you haul yourself up.
His fingers hook onto your underwear and tug them down, letting you step out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. His eyes lock onto your center, a devious grin on his face when he sees how riled up you got yourself while lost in your thoughts.
âDo something then, give me new material to think about the next time someone disappoints me.â
Its Jiminâs hand that shoot forward, delivering a swift slap onto your ass, your body jumping at the slight sting on your flesh. âWatch it, patience gets rewarded. Let Yoongi have a taste.â
âGotta see if youâll beg or not.â Yoongi mumbles out, his fingers trailing up your thighs once more, light feather-like touches until he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it off as well and humming when he sees youâd forgone wearing a bra.
His eyes look onto Jimin and he nods, he clearly knew what that meant because he stands right up and clears the space on the couch for Yoongi to settle back onto it, this time flat on his back.
For a moment youâre confused but when he motions his hands for you to join him it clicks and your jaw drops open for a second.
Yoongi wanted you to sit on his face.
âReally?â You shyly ask, no one had ever asked you to do that but Yoongi seemed very eager to be in this position, his head nodding immediately.
âReally, unless you donât wanna.â He shrugs casually with a grin.
âNo, no I do.â You whisper out, stepping towards him and straddling his hips. That only makes Yoongi chuckle, his hands settling onto your hips again and tugging you higher up his body.
âYou gotta get over here for that sweet heart.â He teases and Jimin laughs along, stepping forward to help Yoongi haul your body up until your thighs were pressed into the sofa, snuggly beside his head, your core right above his face and youâre struck with a brief moment of embarrassment at feeling so exposed by this position.
You can feel his breath on your skin as he inches forward, Yoongiâs fingers dig into your ass to keep you in place. A soft kiss is pressed onto the skin of your inner thighs, his eyes flicking up to look at you and send you a wink before he slowly licks his way up to your center. His ears focus on the hitch of your breath when he reaches your clit, a playful flick of his tongue that lasts a second until hes moving on.
A small sigh leaves you as you relax against Yoongi, your head dropping back as you settle lower onto his face, a hum of content coming from him, pleased that youâre relaxing into the motions.Â
The teasing flicks of Yoongiâs tongue have you on edge, not wanting to bite back and beg him to do more so you let him take his time. Let his tongue explore, dipping into your slit, down to your entrance to collect more of your arousal before moving back up to your clit. A teasing pattern that has you moaning quietly, your body hunching forward to rest your hands on the arms of the couch.
His fingers dig into your ass harder as his eyes shut, savoring the way you taste, not quite expecting this to be the events of the night but the way his dick is currently aching in his jeans shows how much heâs enjoying the change of events.
âFuck.â You shudder as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, your hands gripping the material of the sofa harder as he latches back onto your clit and Jimin reaches forward to touch you, his hands softly rubbing the back of your knuckles to get your attention.Â
His plump lips spread into a smile when he sees your mouth drop open into a moan at the rhythmic sucking that has you grinding your hips onto his face, a groan from Yoongi meeting your ears from the action.
âYou wanna beg yet baby?â Jimin asks from in front of you, a smirk on his face as he touches your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your lower lip. His eyes widen when you take the digit into your mouth, sucking on it as if it was his cock.
âNo.â You breathe out with a smile, softly biting down on his thumb as you stare down at your friend.
âNo?â Yoongi asks as he moves away, a frown on his shiny lips as he nods. A giggle leaves your mouth, your hand moving from its spot and reaching to grip his hair, slowly tugging him forward and the face he gives you only makes you giggle harder, âI knew it.â He barely gets out before he has a mouthful of your pussy again, this time eating you out with determination.
You might not have begged them yet but he would take it, the grip in his hair spurring him on. His fingers spread you open as he digs in, his tongue alternating between flicking against your clit or sucking on it.
âShit Yoongi,â you keen as you resume grinding against him, your other hand grabbing onto Jiminâs that moved from your mouth onto the back of your head, tangling into your hair and bringing you forward to crash your lips against his.
âBetter than Chanwoo already huh?â Jimin speaks softly when he pulls back, acting as if he isnât at all affected by whats going on, as if the way youâre grinding down onto his room mates face isnât making him want to take his cock out and ask you to sink down onto it.
âSo much better.â You moan. Yoongi hears it loud and clear, a smile on his face at the confession. His fingers move down until they circle your entrance, dipping in teasingly to test the waters. A groan of frustration is the only response to his action so he continues, slipping a finger into you and wiggling it around your heat, the warmth and wetness helping the digit sink in with ease so he adds another one, spreading them apart to stretch you open for whats to come.
Jimin licks his way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss. The way youâre moaning into his mouth has him tugging at your strands, wanting to pull you closer as if he wasnât close enough already. He can hear your breathing shuddering as Yoongiâs ministrations, pulling away to catch your breath.
âHeâs getting you nice and ready for us sweet heart.â
Your walls clamp down onto Yoongiâs finger and he laughs, âOh she liked that Jimin.â
âHm, did she?â He chuckles, watching your face screw up when Yoongi goes back to thrusting his fingers into you, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with more fervor, intent on sending you over the edge, wanting to feel you falling apart on top of him.
âFuck, nngh-â you keen, dropping down further onto Yoongi and he lets you, your hips grinding down onto him as you seek your release, the pleasure blooming in your stomach as it inches closer, âso close.â
âThats it sweet heart, let go.â Jimin speaks softly. Yoongiâs uses the hand on your ass to continue to rut your hips against his face when you fall head first into your orgasm, the pleasure spreading through out your body and causing you to still as you nearly bent over. Jiminâs hands clutch onto your shoulders to keep you up when Yoongi doesnât pull away, humming and slurping against you to milk out your orgasm until youâre twitching on top of him, your hips stuttering on his face, jumping slightly when he delivers a gentle slap onto your ass once he pulls away.
You might have just came but Yoongi is completely satisfied, happy to be buried between your thighs for as long as you needed, his cock pressing against his jeans it was a shock he hadnât cum in his pants when you did.
âYou taste so good.â He groans, continuing to lick at the skin of your inner thighs, collecting the drips of your cum up in a tantalizing manner.
âLet me have a tase.â Jimin begs, his hand trailing down your torso until his reaches your sensitive center, a soft shiver running through your body when he grazes your clit before slipping two fingers inside of you. It lasts for a brief moment, he spreads his fingers out and coats them in your arousal before pulling them back out and bringing them to his lips.
You watch in awe as he pops them into his mouth, his eyes slipping shut at the taste of it, licking them clean as he moans, âIâll have to get a proper taste next time, but Iâm feeling a little neglected sweet heart, can you help me.â He pouts, grasping the hand that was tangled in Yoongiâs hair and bring it to the top of his jeans, trailing them down slowly until your hands cupped his cock over the material.
âYou canât single out Jimin like that Y/N,â Yoongi teases, sliding out from underneath you, âsuck his cock and make him feel included baby.â
Jimin smirks down at you when you nod, your hands moving to unbutton Jiminâs pants as Yoongi settles behind you, his own hands roaming your body until they reach your nipples, enjoying the way you gasp as he pinches the pebbled buds.
Jimin watches on patiently when you finally unzip them, tugging them down as best as you can until he takes over with a chuckle. He steps back from the side of the couch to slide out of his shoes and jeans, his black briefs joining in on the pile of clothes on the floor.
His cock springs out when its released from its confines, already leaking precum from watching the earlier events go down. Jimin was a fan of watching, getting pleasure out of seeing others fall apart but he loved partaking on the action more.
Your hands press gentle touches onto his cock as he slides his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach to you, not at all shy about being naked in front of his friend. âYou just gonna stare?â He shoots back at you with a smile, dragging you out of your admiration of his cock and you smile back at being called out.
âNo,â you breathe as you lean forward, your lips an inch away from the head of his cock, âgonna make you feel good.â You promise, one hand wrapping around the base of him as you ease him into your mouth, the slight tang of his precum hitting your tongue. He lets out a breath at the warmth of your mouth, how your lips wrap around him as you sink further down, your tongue running along the bottom of him.
âGood girl.â He praises, cupping your cheek softly as you start to bob down his length, your cheeks hallowing out as you suck, your eyes fluttering up to look at him and he groans, his top teeth biting down onto his lip at the visual.
Youâre bent forward on your hands and knees, holding yourself up with one hand on the arm of the couch while Yoongi kneels behind you, using your moment of distraction with his best friends cock to undress himself as well.
His own cock has been throbbing in his jeans, a feeling of relief washing over him when its finally released, the tip angry and red as he wraps his hands around himself. He watches on curiously as you moan around Jiminâs cock, pumping his length in time to match the motion, a soft groan leaving his lips when he sees Jimin thrust forward into your mouth.
A choked moan escapes you, your throat tightening around his cock for a moment until he pulls back, his shining length leaving your mouth as he smiles down at you, his eyes locking onto Yoongiâs as he settles behind your ass. When you feels his hands on your hips your turn your head around, eyes wide at him being fully naked now as well, âCan you keep sucking his cock while I fuck you sweet heart?â
Youâre nodding immediately, turning back around to bring Jiminâs length back into your mouth, sinking down onto him quickly and he groans at the feeling, his head dropping back as he moans. âFuck, just like that Y/N.âÂ
You hum against his length, arching your back when you feel Yoongi bring his cock towards your entrance, his bulbous head teasing you, sliding in between your lips to thrust forward, evenly coating himself before nudging his way inside of you. When he breaches your entrance your pause, Jiminâs cock nuzzled in your mouth as you let out a breath, feeling Yoongi stretch you open inch by inch, his palms on your ass rubbing the skin softly until he bottoms out with a sigh.
âYou love this huh?â Yoongi asks as he pulls out, waiting for a moment before thrusting in, the force of it making you sink further onto Jiminâs cock, âLove being stuffed like this by your best friends?â
Not being able to respond you rut back onto him, hearing him chuckle as you do so, the hand clutching onto the arm of the sofa digs in harder as he begins rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin smacking together joining in with Jiminâs moans as you continue sucking his cock.
His hands tangle into your hair once more, holding you in place as he starts the shallowly thrust into your mouth, taking note to be gentle to not overwhelm you as Yoongi fucks into you.
âSuch a good cock slut, is this living up to your fantasy?â He asks, giving you a wicked smile when you look back at him, âItâs living up to mine.â He admits, his eyes glued to the way your lips spread apart to take him in, covered in your spit as he thrusts into you. Jimin thought of this often, he wasnât blind to the way youâd stare at them, how youâd get that dazed look on your face whenever the topic of sex would come up between you three, no doubt thinking of the ways theyâd defile you.
You gurgle a response around his length and he coos at you, his eyes looking back at Yoongi and smirking at how lost he looks in the pleasure of it all, his cock being enveloped by your heat, the way your walls flutter every time he surges forward. His fingers are digging into your flesh harshly, slight imprints that will most likely remain on your skin for days to come but it urges you on, urges you to continue to please both men but when Yoongi rubs against your g-spot you have to pull back from Jimin, a wet gasp leaving your mouth as your head hangs forward.
âShit,â You moan out, your hand staying wrapped around Jimin as you weakly pump his length. âfeels so good.â
He just laughs at the slur in your voice, the fact that he knows he could do so much more to you yet you were already falling apart, âYeah?â He implores, his head falling back when you squeeze around him, your walls clamping down around him whenever he thrusts out, almost as if youâre pulling him back in, wanting to keep him nuzzled inside of you.
âYouâre not doing a very good job at following directionsâ He scolds lightly, forcing you back into action as you apologize and wrap your lips around Jiminâs cock again, âDonât worry, weâll help you.â
Yoongi nods at Jimin, making the younger one smirk as he nods back, the two of them waiting until you relax once more before they take turns thrusting in to you, practiced motions that make you feel connected. Yoongi thrusts forward as Jimin pulls back, feeling like they were attached together.Â
You let your jaw open further to accommodate for the way Jimin was fucking your throat, not caring about the drool that escaped your mouth and pooled onto the couch. Both of your hands held onto the couch now, needing them to hold your body up as they ravished you, using you to seek out their own pleasure and it had a gush of wetness escaping you.
âFuck,â Yoongi groans at the glide, harsh pants leaving him as he focusing on the way your arousal clings to his cock, dripping off of it and coating your inner thighs to add on to the mess of earlier. Heâd already been on edge from having you riding his face earlier, the warm feeling of pleasure knotting up in his stomach at each thrust. The way youâre taking him in, letting them both do what they want to you has his nerves on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he feels his release approaching.
Jimin takes note of the way Yoongiâs thrust grow in speed so he eases off, shallowly thrusting into you and pulling out as his friend seeks out his release. Your head rests on Jiminâs stomach, moans of pleasure being able to sound out now that your mouth was free. He feels the wetness of your lips against his skin every time Yoongi thrusts forward, âOh my god.â You cry out, arching your back further for him and he hums in approval.
âYou gonna let me fill you up?â He rasps out, his hand splayed across your back until it reaches your hair, tangling around Jiminâs as they both tug at it, âIâm gonna stuff you nice and full, then Jimin can fuck it all out of you and fill you up too.â
Your walls clench up at the thought of it, wanting nothing more than for Yoongi to fuck him cum into you with Jimin joining in and adding more to the mess of it all. âFuck, please.â You whine, panting harshly onto Jiminâs skin, âPlease.â
Yoongi moans at your pleading, his hands moving onto your hips to force you back onto him. His jaw drops open, the pretty moans you let out drawing his release closer, âF-fuck, sweetheart-â He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier as his climax washes over him, the band inside of him snapping as the buries his cock deeper inside of you, ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim.
âMm,â you hum out when he continues to rock into you, shallow thrust to push him cum deeper inside of you. His head is dropped forward, his eyes shut as he tries to ground himself after his orgasm.
When he pulls out with a sigh he opens them once more, locking onto the way globs of his cum leak out of your swollen lips, your clit is aching from not being touched but you knew the night wasnât over with.Â
âSuch a pretty sight.â Yoongi muses, his fingers gathering the remnants of cum that had leaked out of you, stuffing back inside of you. âYou gonna let Jimin get a turn?â
Your thighs come together as you nod, looking up at Jimin, his cock still hard and throbbing as he wraps his hand around himself, âFuck me Jimin, please.â
He releases his cock to clutch your face and bring you back in for a kiss, he maneuvers around the couch and pushes you back as Yoongi removes himself from behind you and settles onto the far edge of the couch. A squeal leaves you when your back meets the couch, your hair splayed out on Yoongiâs lap as Jimin settles on top of you, his hips slotting between yours, the weight of his cock on your stomach fills you with excitement.
âGonna fuck you so good.â He mumbles against your lips, smiling when you open your thighs wider for him, one of your heels pressing into the back of the couch while the other rests on the edge of the cushion. His hands guide his cock to your entrance, a sigh leaving the both of you as he slides in with ease, the added wetness of Yoongiâs cum aiding in the glide. âFuck, youâre so messy.âÂ
You throw you head back onto Yoongi as he bottoms out, your hands clutching onto his sides at the feeling of being filled up once again, âYou guys are gonna ruin me.â You admit with a laugh, a breathy moan joining in once Jimin begins to thrust into you, the squelching sounds of just how wet and messy you were filling up the room.
âAre we?â Yoongi asks, a smile on his face as his hands roam down your body, his fingers gently circling your nipple.
âWeâre all youâre gonna think about next time you get fucked huh?â Jimin pants, a beautiful moan leaving his plump lips when he falls into a steady rhythm, âNext time youâre in your room trying to get yourself off, I hope you think of us.â
A high pitched moan leaves you when Yoongi twists your nipple in his grasp, Jiminâs hips rocking into you with new found energy, the curve of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you. Your heels move from the edge of the couch to wrap around his waist, pushing him further into you, âGod Jimin,â you cry, rolling your hips into him to match his thrusts.
The both of you had been edged on enough from earlier, with Yoongi seeking his own release and keeping you on edge and you not being able to continue sucking Jiminâs cock the two of you are teetering close to your release.
Jiminâs thrusts have your body jostling upwards, Yoongi having to release your nipple to grasp your shoulders to keep you in place and it has you shutting your eyes, bursts of light flashing behind your lids every time he pistons into you, âFuck this is so hot.â Jimin moans when he pulls back enough to look at where you two connect, his cock covered in a sheen of wetness and cum, the couch being utterly ruined underneath your ass but this was worth it.
âYou close baby?â Yoongi asks, trailing one hand down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing tight circles on it and smirking when your back arches at the feeling.
âYes,â you whine, your fingers digging into Jiminâs sides. When you look up at him, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead, sweaty from exertion, his mouth dropped open as he moans, it has that same bundle of pleasure tightening up inside of you once more. âharder Jimin, please.â
âSince you asked so nicely.â He winks at you, his hands unhooking your legs from around him and pushing your thighs towards your chest. This angle has you feeling like his cock is splitting you open but you love it, love the way he jack hammers into you like its the only thing he wants to do.
With the way he continues to hit your g-spot, coupled with the expert flicks of Yoongiâs fingers on your clit, your orgasm crashes over you in a flash, your nails digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain but it numbs up when he sees how you unravel because of him, your head thrown back as moans of his and Yoongiâs name fill the room, how your thighs tense up and tremble in his grasp, your hips rocking into his desperately as you cum.
âFill me up Jimin, please.â You plead, your mind swimming with pleasure as he continues to fuck you, âWanna feel you.â
His brows pinch together as he drops his head forward, âWhatever you want baby.â It comes out in a breathy sigh, his thrusting turning into a roll of his hips as he nears his release, his moans raising in pitch until they get cut off with a gasp as he cums, continuing to rut into you as he empties his load inside of you to join Yoongiâs mess. The added warmth of his cum filling you up makes you mewl, soothing rubs on his skin helping him ease down from his high while he stills inside of you.
âWow.â He sighs as he collapses on top of you, humming when Yoongiâs fingers trail through his hair. You giggle underneath him, sandwiched between your best friends, sweaty and filled with cum, a wonderful turn of events.
When he finally pulls out of you he takes his time to admire your cunt, eyes glimmering at the mess between your legs and it makes you squeeze them shut with a laugh, âStop staring.â
Yoongi chuckles and pinches your cheeks gently, reaching forward and grabbing a lone cracker that was left on the charcuterie board from earlier.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â Jimin groans out when Yoongi begins to eat as if they hadnât just fucked your brains out. The eldest just shrugs as he picks up a piece of salami and munches on it as well.
âYou should be thanking this charcuterie board for the best sex of your life.â He retorts with a smirk, bringing half of the eaten cracker to your own mouth which you accept with a smile, still resting on his thighs.
Jimin pauses at that, staring at the board in thought before he shakes his head, âYou know, for someone who complained about raw meat you sure had no problem with that right now.â You tease, opening up your legs once more and cackling at the look he gives you.
âWhatever,â he pouts, swatting at your thighs, âmake another one of these damn charcuterie boards next week or something then.â
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thatâs what friends do
kim hanbin x female! readerÂ
college! au (non idol) || 7.7kÂ
mostly fluff, quite a bit of swearing, some suggestive themes, pretty much just friends to lovers nonsense because Iâm a sucker for thatÂ
summary: youâre drunk and locked out of your apartment so what do you do? call your best friend hanbin, who you just happen to be in love with, and stay the night at his place, what could go wrong?Â
âIâm not drunk.âÂ
âYou definitely are.âÂ
You roll your eyes. Youâre in your best friendâs apartment, with her partner and some of your other friends. Itâs a Friday night, and you wanted to celebrate the end of the week. However, your best friend doesnât drink, so sheâs mostly been watching you and laughing at all the dumb things you say.Â
âAre you ready to go home?â She asks. âI can drive you. I donât want you wandering around in the dark.âÂ
âAre you trying to get rid of me?âÂ
âYou know Iâm going home for the weekend, I donât want to get there in the middle of the night.â You canât argue with that. You know sheâs been missing her family recently, and you donât want to take away from her time with them.
âOkay,â you grab your bag, pulling out your phone. âLetâs go.â She smiles and goes to get her stuff.Â
When sheâs ready, she leads you out to her car. You sit in the back, since her S.O. always gets to ride shotgun. Your single ass canât relate.Â
Itâs a short drive, so you just hang out in the back while the two of them talk. Youâre thinking about what to do when you get home. You texted Hanbin earlier, asking if you two could study tomorrow. He hasnât replied yet, so maybe youâll bother him. You hate being drunk and alone. When your friend pulls into your driveway, you reach into your bag for your keys.Â
âIt was lovely seeing you again, y/n.âÂ
âYeah, you too,â you reply. You canât feel them anywhere. You turn on your phone flashlight to get a better look.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Your friend asks. You shake your head.Â
âI canât find my keys.âÂ
âYouâre joking,â she says.
âI wish I was.â She reaches out her hand so you give her your bag. She pokes around in there for a little while before coming to the same conclusion.
âYouâre so dumb.â Sheâs not wrong. âCall your roommate, sheâll let you in.âÂ
âSheâs at her boyfriendâs tonight...â Youâre getting anxious now. You donât know what to do.Â
âOh my god,â your friend hits the steering wheel. âWhat do we do with you?âÂ
âCanât she stay with your roommates?â Her partner asks. The two of you shake your heads.Â
âI donât trust them to take care of her,â your friend says. âTheyâre good people, but y/n can be way too flirty when sheâs drunk. I donât want her sleeping with one of them.â Thatâs a valid point.Â
âI donât have any other friends-â you start to say when it hits you. âHANBIN.âÂ
âWho?â Your friend asks.Â
âYou know him!â You unlock your phone so you can call him.
âIs that the guy youâre always studying with?âÂ
âYes!â You scroll to Hanbinâs contact icon and click it. âIâve slept at his place before, he wonât mind.âÂ
âIs this a good idea?â Your friend asks. âHaving you sleep at a boyâs house while drunk?â You donât answer her because Hanbin picks up right at that moment.Â
ây/n,â he says. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âOkay, this is going to sound weird,â you reply. Your friend laughs. âIâm a little drunk and I got locked out of my apartment and I need somewhere to stay so could I maybe sleep at yours?â Youâre slurring your words a little bit, but youâre hoping he wonât notice.Â
âOf course,â he says right away. You hear a door open. âWhere are you? Iâll pick you up.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay,â you tell him. âIâm with my friend, she can drop me off.âÂ
âCan I talk to him?â Your friend says from the front seat.
âHold on, she wants to talk to you,â you say to Hanbin. âShe needs to make sure you arenât gonna murder me.â You can hear him nervously laughing as you give your friend the phone.Â
You look out the window while she asks him a gazillion and one questions. She sounds concerned when she finds out he has 2 other roommates, both guys. Youâre good friends with them too, thankfully. You canât hear Hanbin, but whatever he says must be convincing. Heâs the best person you know. But then again youâre drunk, and maybe a little in love with him.Â
âAnd youâll take her home tomorrow morning?â She asks. You turn your head and try to focus on their conversation.
âHeâs not my father,â you say from the backseat. Youâre tempted to make a joke about him being your daddy but you hold it in.Â
âMake sure she calls me tomorrow as well, so I know sheâs alive.âÂ
âFor godâs sake,â you mutter to yourself.Â
Youâve known him since you started university, but your friend has only met him once or twice. You and Hanbin are in the same program and the same year, so you have tons of classes together. In first year, you were thrown together for a group project. While working on that, the two of you quickly became friends. You started studying for all your joint classes together, alternating hanging out at each otherâs apartments. Your study sessions usually turn into the two of you watching TV or ordering take out and just talking for hours on end. Sometimes Hanbin will share lyrics or songs with you and ask for your opinion. There have been a few times where youâve been so deep in discussion, you donât even realize itâs midnight. On those days, you crash at his place.
Your roommate is convinced the two of you are dating, but you constantly reassure her youâre not. Every time he comes over, you lock yourselves in your room, so she probably assumes youâre making out. You wish you were, but youâre happy being his best friend too.Â
âIf y/n gets hurt, Iâm going to murder you, I hope you know that.â There goes any chance you had with him anyway. âOkay, Iâll give the phone back to her.âÂ
You grab it right away. âIâm sorry, I know she can be scary.â You say. Hanbin just laughs.Â
âShe cares about you, itâs a good thing.âÂ
âSo Iâll see you in like 5 minutes then?â You ask.Â
âYeah, are you hungry? Yunhyeong made some food earlier, I think thereâs some left.â You smile at that, heâs so sweet. Total boyfriend material.Â
âThat sounds lovely.â You glance at your friend, whoâs turning the engine on again. âIâll be there soon.âÂ
âOkay, bye.âÂ
âLove you,â you reply. âBye.âÂ
After you hang up, your friend just stares at you in the rearview mirror. âDid you just say love you?âÂ
âYes,â you say awkwardly. âThatâs what friends do.âÂ
âYou never tell me you love me.â She puts the car into reverse and pulls out of your driveway.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âIt doesnât have the same effect now,â she says. âAre you sure heâs not your boyfriend?âÂ
âHeâs not.âÂ
âFriends with benefits?â Her partner asks.Â
âNo!âÂ
âHeâs cute though,â your friend points out. âDefinitely your type.âÂ
âYeah, I know.â You stare out the window again.Â
âWait, do you have a crush on him?â She glances at you in the rearview again.Â
âI think itâs a little more than a crush,â you say, avoiding eye contact. âI might be in love with him, itâs fine though.âÂ
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
âHeâs not interested.âÂ
âHow do you know that?â She says right away. âHeâs going to take care of you right now, while youâre drunk, what boy would do that if he didnât have feelings for you?âÂ
âA nice one?âÂ
âShut up,â she replies, turning right onto his street. âYouâre drunk, youâre flirty, go get your man.âÂ
âShould we give her some condoms or something?â You and your friend both laugh at that.Â
âNo sex,â she says. âNot while youâre drunk.âÂ
âHanbin would never,â you reassure her. âHe always asks before touching me.âÂ
âHe touches you?â She pulls onto his driveway.Â
âIn a platonic way!â Youâre blushing now. Youâve been crushing on him for ages, but talking about it out loud makes it so much more real. Youâre almost scared to see Hanbin now. Youâll wind up saying something dumb and ruining your friendship.Â
âWeâre here, so you can go touch him all you want.âÂ
âStop it!â You take your seatbelt off and open the door. âI hate you.âÂ
âDo you want us to take you inside?âÂ
âIâm sure I can make it to the front door,â you say. âIâm not that drunk.âÂ
âIf you say so,â your friend replies. âIâm gonna stay here and watch you go in.â Your roll your eyes, but youâre grateful for her. âText me when you wake up tomorrow. I told Hanbin too, so you better not forget.âÂ
âI wonât.â You grab your bag. âThanks.â She smiles.Â
âYouâre welcome,â you close the door, but she rolls down her window. âI love you.âÂ
âOh my god,â you groan and run towards the house. Youâre dying to get away from her so sheâll stop clowning you.Â
When you get to the front door, it opens right away. Yunhyeong is there, smiling. He mustâve been expecting you.
âHey,â he says. He notices your friendâs car in the driveway and waves. She waves back before reversing out and leaving.Â
âThank god,â you mutter, kicking your shoes off. You almost lose your balance, but he grabs your arm to steady you.Â
âHanbin said youâre staying over tonight.âÂ
âYeah, and Iâm drunk,â you tell him. Heâs about to say something else but Hanbin comes walking down the hallway. You immediately run over and wrap your arms around his neck.Â
Heâs caught off guard, but he hugs you back. âHi.â His arms are tight around you.Â
âI missed you,â you say, before burying your face in his neck. âSo much.âÂ
âAre you okay?â He asks, smiling. You nod and look up at him. Youâre glad heâs amused.Â
âYou smell really good.âÂ
âYou smell like vodka.â That makes you laugh. âYou said youâre hungry, right?â You nod.
He untangles himself from you and walks towards the kitchen. You grab his hand without second thought. Since the two of you are usually pretty affectionate, he doesnât think anything of it. Youâre extremely grateful for that right now. You donât want to act suspicious.Â
Yunhyeong joins you at the kitchen table while you have some left over french fries from their dinner. Hanbin makes sure you drink some water too, even though you tell him youâre not thirsty. You ask where Chanwoo is. When they say heâs locked in his room gaming, youâre not surprised. You make a mental note to say hi to him in the morning.Â
They ask about your night, and you explain how you forgot your keys and have nowhere else to stay. When they ask how much you had to drink, you genuinely canât remember.Â
âYou better go to sleep soon,â Hanbin says. âI donât want you to be hungover tomorrow.âÂ
âI donât get hungover,â you tell him, yawning. âIâm not old.â He rolls his eyes at that.Â
âYou can sleep in Hanbinâs room,â Yunhyeong says. âHe can sleep on my floor.âÂ
âWhy canât he sleep with me?â You two have never slept in the same bed before, but you donât see why it would be a problem. Falling asleep in his arms would be amazing, especially since he smells so damn good. And waking up next to him in the morning? That thought alone makes you blush.Â
ây/n,â Hanbin says, smiling. âWhat did you just say?âÂ
âI said you should sleep with me.â The two of them burst out laughing as you suddenly realize why. âWait no, thatâs not what I meant.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Hanbin asks, making eye contact with you. You know heâs joking but it makes you flustered.Â
âYes,â you mutter under your breath. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about Hanbin like that. You know heâs got some tattoos hiding under there somewhere. Youâve definitely thought about them before, particularly while imagining yourself underneath him.Â
âAre you finished?â Yunhyeong breaks your thoughts, pointing to your plate. You nod and he picks it up, heading to the sink.Â
âThank you,â you call out after him. You might be drunk, but youâre never impolite.Â
Hanbin stands up and holds out his hand. âLetâs get you into bed.âÂ
âI bet youâd like to,â you say, trying to give him a seductive look. Thatâs probably not even grammatically correct, but he laughs and pulls you towards his room.Â
âYouâre ridiculous.â You sit down on his bed as he cleans up his nightstand for you. You glance at your phone quickly, no messages.Â
âGo take off your makeup,â Hanbin says to you, âyou donât want to look like a raccoon in the morning.âÂ
âRaccoons are cute though,â you point out.Â
âThatâs true.â He heads over to his closet. âBut youâll complain if I donât make you do it now.âÂ
âFine,â you groan, getting up and heading to his en-suite.Â
You grab the micellar water and cotton pads from under the sink and use them to wipe your eye makeup off. The last time you slept over, he gave you your own toothbrush, so you grab that off the bathroom counter and brush your teeth. When youâre done, you walk back into the room, pulling the scrunchie out of your hair.Â
âDo you want a sweater or a t-shirt?â Hanbin asks, holding out both to you.Â
âT-shirt, I guess,â you reply, pulling off your own and throwing it on the floor without second thought.Â
âWhoa.â He rushes to cover his eyes, which makes you smile.Â
âYouâre allowed to look,â you tell him, grabbing the shirt. âI was hoping you would see me shirtless in a totally different context, but this works too.âÂ
âWhat?â Heâs smirking.Â
âNothing,â you say. âI probably wonât even remember this in the morning.â Hanbin doesnât say anything to that.Â
âAre you still half naked?â He asks a minute or two later, with his eyes still closed. The t-shirt he gave you is a free one from one of your universityâs events. He got the biggest size, which youâre grateful for right now. You decide to take your jeans off so youâll be more comfortable while you sleep.Â
âHold on.â You take them off and attempt to fold them, but in your drunken state, itâs kind of difficult. âOkay,â you say, placing them on his desk.Â
When he opens his eyes, he glances you up and down. You act like you donât notice, but youâre pretty sure his gaze lingers on your legs for a moment. You havenât shaved in a couple days, maybe heâs frightened. He clears his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âIâm gonna get you a glass of water,â he says awkwardly, turning around and walking out of the room. You donât know what to make of that.Â
While heâs gone, you crawl into bed and grab Hanbinâs phone charger. Heâll have to steal someone elseâs if he needs it. He comes back, placing the water and a bottle of Advil on his nightstand for you.Â
âDo you need anything else?â He asks. You shake your head. âIâm gonna put the garbage bin closer just in case you do feel sick.â He grabs it from under his desk and puts it next to you.Â
âThank you,â you say. âSeriously.âÂ
âThatâs what friends do.â He smiles at you and you groan.Â
âI donât wanna be your friend,â you tell him, yawning. You knew you were tired, but you feel like youâre going to fall asleep any second, now that youâre lying down and comfortable.Â
âWhat do you want to be then?â He asks, heading over to his dresser.Â
âYour girlfriend.â He freezes for a second. âIâm sure youâve thought about it too.âÂ
âMaybe,â is all he says in return. He grabs the rest of his stuff as your eyes slowly close. âIâll see you in the morning y/n, sleep tight.âÂ
âGoodnight,â you mumble, rolling over.Â
You fall asleep soon after that, dreaming of god knows what. But you wake up when you hear a shuffling noise. You sit up and open your eyes. It seems like thereâs a figure wandering around in the dark.Â
âHanbin,â you say. âWhat the fuck are you doing?âÂ
âSorry, I thought you were asleep.â You turn his nightstand lamp on and both of you flinch at the sudden brightness. âAre you okay?âÂ
You nod. âCome here,â you tell him.Â
âAre you sick?â Heâs holding his toothbrush and a notebook. He was probably coming to grab some stuff before heading to Yunhyeongâs room.Â
âNo,â you reply, youâre still half asleep and youâre sure he can tell. âI just want you to come sit for a second.â He puts his things down, so you scoot over a little bit so thereâs room for him.Â
âDo you need something?â You shake your head. âWhy are you up then?âÂ
âYou woke me up, dumbass.â He blushes at that.Â
âIâm sorry.â You smile and take his hand.Â
âItâs okay.â He interlocks his fingers with yours. âStay with me till I fall asleep again and Iâll accept your apology.âÂ
âFine.â He glances at the time on your phone. âThat might take forever though.âÂ
âNope,â you tell him. âI have a trick.âÂ
âA trick?âÂ
âYeah,â you say. âWhen Iâm at home and I canât sleep, thereâs one thing I always think of and then I fall asleep no problem.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
âYou.âÂ
âWhat?â He looks confused and itâs the cutest thing youâve ever seen.Â
âRemember when I said you should sleep with me?âÂ
âHow could I forget?â You laugh, and he does too.Â
âYou should.â His eyes go wide. âNot like that, but also like that, I guess...â You lose your train of thought for a second because youâre thinking about him shirtless.Â
ây/n?â You glance at him.Â
âSorry,â you smile. âWhen I canât sleep, I think of you, and falling asleep with your arms around me, and it helps.âÂ
âThatâs the most adorable thing Iâve ever heard.â He takes your other hand in his.Â
âBut,â you say. âWhen that doesnât work, I just think about kissing you.âÂ
âYou do?â He asks. He sounds genuinely curious. Surely heâs thought about kissing you too. Otherwise youâre just making a fool of yourself right now. Although it doesnât really matter, since you wonât remember any of it tomorrow morning.Â
âI think about kissing you a lot,â you admit.Â
âOh really?â You brain suddenly realizes thereâs not that much space between the two of you, and it would be really easy to just do it now but you hold back.Â
âYou should kiss me,â you tell him. âTo help me sleep, I mean.âÂ
âDrunk you is so entertaining.â He reaches up to brush some hair out of your face, which makes your heart beat a little faster.Â
âYouâre not saying no,â you point out. He moves his hand down, pulling you in by the neck.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
You blink. Heâs looking at you like he does actually want to kiss you, but you might just be imagining it because youâre drunk. But you also really want to kiss him and now seems like a really good opportunity if you would just-Â
Your thoughts get cut off because suddenly Hanbinâs lips are on yours. He gives you a quick kiss, but you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âKiss me properly.âÂ
âYouâre ridiculous y/n,â he laughs.Â
You quickly shut him up by placing your lips on his again. He kisses you deeper this time, taking your comment to heart. You get lost in the kiss, leaning back onto the bed and pulling him down with you. You expect him to stop before this gets out of hand, but he doesnât. Thereâs a small part of you thatâs scared of what this means for your friendship, but god, it feels so good to finally kiss him that you donât even care.Â
When he pulls away, it takes you a few seconds to open your eyes. Looking up at him feels so surreal. You think you might be dreaming. You run your fingers through his hair and itâs as soft as you remember. Maybe not.Â
âBetter now?â Hanbin asks quietly, never taking his eyes off your lips.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. He glances into your eyes for a second, before leaning down for another kiss. This oneâs softer, more gentle.Â
âGood,â he says, sitting up. You miss him as soon as he moves away. âGo to sleep.âÂ
âIâll try, but no promises.â He smirks at that.
âSorry.â You shake your head.Â
âDonât be.âÂ
He smiles and kisses your cheek. âGoodnight y/n.âÂ
âGoodnight,â you say back, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep again.Â
The next morning when you wake up, you feel much better. You mustâve slept pretty well. When you grab your phone off the nightstand you almost knock over the glass of water Hanbin left there for you.Â
Right, Hanbin.Â
The last thing you remember is him leaving the garbage bin by your bed and saying goodnight. You vaguely remember making some suggestive jokes, but nothing too terrible. You didnât totally ruin your friendship, as far as you know.Â
When you check your phone, you see a text from your best friend. Instead of replying, you call her. Sheâs glad youâre still alive. She asks about Hanbin and whether anything happened overnight. She sounds kind of disappointed when you tell her you just ate and went to sleep. Sheâs got plans for the day so you canât talk for long, but she promises to text you later.Â
You stay in bed for a little while longer, scrolling through your socials. Hanbin knocks on the door about half an hour later. He asks how youâre feeling and tells you to take whatever you want from his closet. You decide to take a shower so he grabs you a towel. He tells you to come join them when youâre done.
Once youâre finished, you quickly pack up your things. Then, you grab your phone and head towards the kitchen. Youâre walking down the hall, when you hear Chanwoo say your name.Â
âIâm so sad I didnât get to see drunk y/n, she sounds like a lot of fun.âÂ
âSheâs very entertaining.â Thatâs Hanbinâs voice.Â
âShe was flirting with you too,â Yunhyeong says. You creep a little bit closer, staying close to the wall, so they donât notice you eavesdropping.Â
âMaybe.â Hanbin pauses for a second. âShe said something in my room later on.âÂ
âShe was in your room?â Chanwoo asks.Â
âWhat did she say?â Yunhyeong asks, ignoring him.Â
âAfter r I got her some water and Advil, she said thanks and I was like âthatâs what friends do,ââ you hear someone groan at that. Probably Chanwoo. âShe said she doesnât want to be my friend.âÂ
Your heart starts to beat a little bit faster. Youâre praying you didnât say anything too dumb. And if you did, you hope Hanbin will just write it off as you being drunk.Â
âShe said she wants to be my girlfriend.â You cringe. Itâs not terrible, but youâre still embarrassed.Â
âI knew it,â Yunhyeong says. âYouâre soulmates.âÂ
âShut up,â Hanbin replies. âShe was drunk, she probably didnât even mean it.âÂ
âI think she did.âÂ
âWeâve seen the way y/n looks at you.â You cringe at that too. Have you really been that obvious?Â
âThatâs not it though,â Hanbin says. You wish he would just shut up. You donât want to know what other dumb shit you said. âI kissed her.âÂ
âYou what?â Yunhyeong says exactly what youâre thinking. You and Hanbin finally kissed and you donât even remember it? Youâre never drinking again.Â
âIt wasnât planned,â Hanbin sounds worried now. âI didnât mean to, she was just talking about how much she likes me and I couldnât help myself, and now Iâve ruined our friendship.âÂ
âWhat did she say about liking you?âÂ
âShe said that when she canât sleep, she thinks about falling asleep in my arms, and if that doesnât work, she thinks about kissing me.â You roll your eyes. All of that is true, but you donât know why your drunk self felt the need to share it with him.Â
âSheâs practically in love with you,â Chanwoo says. Heâs not wrong. You are in love with Hanbin, maybe heâll finally realize now.
âWhat are you going to do?â Yunhyeong asks.Â
âI donât know.â Hanbin sighs. âShe doesnât even remember it happened, when I said hi to her this morning, she acted like everything was normal.â You donât know if youâre grateful for that. Maybe if you did remember, you could actually address it and somehow get him to date you already.Â
âMaybe thatâs what she wants,â Chanwoo says.
âBut is it what you want?â Yunhyeong asks.
Thereâs a moment of silence before Hanbin responds.Â
âNo.âÂ
âI knew it.â Chanwoo sounds so smug.Â
âWhat do I do?âÂ
âHow do you feel about y/n?â Yunhyeong asks. This is what youâve been waiting for. You take a small step closer to the kitchen.Â
âWhat kind of question is that?â Hanbin responds. âWhen she said she wanted to fall asleep with me, I really wanted to get into bed next to her.â That makes you blush.Â
âSimp.â
âSheâs adorable to begin with, but sheâs like a thousand times cuter when sheâs half asleep,â he says. You smile to yourself.
âTell us more,â Yunhyeong says.Â
âDoes he have to?â Chanwoo groans.Â
âI mean, y/nâs my best friend. She makes me laugh, she makes studying for the worst courses bearable somehow, I love spending time with her, I love it when she falls asleep with her head on my shoulder and I hate it when she cries,â he says. Youâre shocked at how quickly he answers. âBut I also love it when I can make her stop crying. I donât know, I just really like her and I have no idea what to do about it.â
âYouâre in love with her, we been knew.â Chanwoo sounds 100% sure. Heâs not wrong, that is what it sounds like. âAnd we all know your lyrics are about her too.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âIt does sound like you love her,â Yunhyeong says.Â
âShit,â Hanbin mutters under his breath. Your heartâs racing, waiting to hear what he says next. âYeah, I think I do.âÂ
You lose your focus, ignoring whatever Yunhyeong and Chanwoo say next because you canât believe it. Your best friend, the boy you love with all your heart, loves you too. You donât know what to do next, but thatâs a pretty good start.
âI should go see if sheâs done,â you hear someone say, which snaps you back to reality.Â
You rush back to Hanbinâs room and sit down at his desk, trying to act casual. Thereâs a bunch of notebooks piled against the wall, so you grab one, pretending to read it. Until something catches your eye.Â
If feelings could be controlled, I wouldâve thrown mine away a long time ago. Iâm talking bout you and me, when I try to take a step forward, you take his hand and become distant.Â
Youâve seen some of Hanbinâs lyrics before, but only the ones heâs shared with you. It feels like an invasion of his privacy, but you canât help but wonder if these are about you, especially after what Chanwoo said in the kitchen.Â
Iâve got feelings for you and youâre embarrassing me. Why are you so pretty if youâre not mine?Â
Your eyes jump to the top of the page, looking for a date. He wrote this a year and a half ago. You try to go back in your memory to figure out what was happening around that time, when it hits you.Â
You dated this guy in your English class that October. You remember he came up to you after one of your lectures and asked if you and Hanbin were dating, since you always seemed to be together. You laughed and rolled your eyes. He said he was glad he had the chance to finally talk to you, since that was one of the few classes you had without Hanbin. He asked if he could take you out for dinner that weekend and you said yes. When you told Hanbin, he didnât seem disappointed, but he must have been if he wrote this. Your ex wound up leaving you after three months. He didnât explicitly say it, but you suspect he was jealous because you spent more time with Hanbin than him. It was true, but that didnât make it hurt any less.Â
You never mentioned anything about your breakup to Hanbin, but he knows you too well. You wound up telling him about it when you were up late one night talking. He held you while you cried, but he never said a bad word about your ex. Later on, you realized you were crying more about how youâd never have Hanbin than the actual breakup.Â
While thinking about that, you realize Hanbin hasnât dated anyone in the time youâve been friends. You know he has tons of other friends, and you know some of them also have crushes on him, but he never seemed interested. Now you know why.Â
Yunhyeong appears in the doorway at that exact moment, smiling at you. You put the notebook down, trying to act natural.Â
âHey,â he says. âHave a nice shower?âÂ
âYeah, it was great,â you reply, awkwardly.Â
âYou called your roommate, right?â You nod. âAre you going to head home soon?âÂ
âYou trying to get rid of me?â You ask, jokingly. Yunhyeong immediately shakes his head.Â
âHanbin said you have some midterms and papers due this week that you seemed pretty stressed about. We just assumed youâd want to head home and work on those.âÂ
âThatâs kind of both of you,â you say. âPerhaps you have a point.âÂ
âDo you want me to walk you home?âÂ
âWhereâs Hanbin?â Youâre scared to see him, but youâre also excited. Youâre curious as to how heâs going to act around you now. You didnât really have a proper conversation earlier.Â
âIâm right here,â he suddenly appears next to Yunhyeong in the doorframe. You canât stop yourself from smiling when you see him. He smiles back, which makes you a little flustered. âHave a nice shower?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âI smell like you now.â Hanbin raises his eyebrows at that, and Yunhyeong smirks.Â
âIâm gonna go find Chanwoo,â he says. âIâll leave you two alone.âÂ
âAre you gonna stay for a little while?â Hanbin asks. You canât tell if he wants you to, so you shake your head.Â
âI should probably work on my philosophy paper.â
âI should do that too.â You want to stay, and work on it together, but he doesnât suggest it. Youâre too scared to.Â
âText me when youâre done,â you say. âYou can send it to me and Iâll edit it for you.â He smiles at that.Â
âThank you in advance.â You smile back. âI can drive you home as a token of my gratitude.âÂ
âCan we walk?â Itâs only 5 minutes, surely the two of you can act normal for that long.Â
âSure,â he replies. âHave you got all your stuff?â You nod, grabbing your bag from the bed. Yunhyeong offered you one of his tote bags to put last nightâs clothes in, so you pick that up as well.Â
You follow Hanbin into the kitchen, where Yunhyeong and Chanwoo are still eating their breakfast. You say bye to both of them, and promise to see them again soon. Chanwoo laughs at that. Normally you wouldnât think anything of it, but now it makes you feel slightly anxious. You ignore that feeling and go to put on your shoes.Â
Once youâre outside, you feel so much better. Hanbin must notice, cause heâs looking at you with a weird expression on his face.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â he says, walking down his driveway to the sidewalk. âThey say fresh air is good for hangovers.âÂ
The second you get over to him, you give him a smack. âIâm not hungover.âÂ
âSure you arenât.â He gestures to the tote bag in your hand. âI can take that.âÂ
âThanks,â you hand it to him. âAnd thanks for putting up with drunk me.âÂ
âItâs fine,â is all he says.Â
âSorry if I said anything dumb.âÂ
âYouâre always saying dumb things, y/n, last night was no different.â You roll your eyes at that.Â
âI didnât do anything stupid, did I?â You ask quietly. Itâs the perfect opportunity to bring up the kiss.Â
âOf course not,â he says quickly, smiling at you. âYou were actually kind of boring.âÂ
âShut up,â you mutter. He bumps his shoulder against yours as you turn off his street. While you walk, you send your roommate a text to let her know youâre on your way home. She says sheâll leave the door unlocked.Â
You and Hanbin talk about your midterms for the rest of the way. Youâre slightly disappointed he doesnât mention anything about last night, but you understand if he doesnât want to ruin your friendship. You donât want to bring it up because you donât want to admit you were eavesdropping.Â
When you get to your front door, he makes sure you get in safely before saying bye.Â
âThanks again,â you say, as the two of you stand in your doorway awkwardly.Â
âThatâs what friends do.â You groan at that, which makes Hanbin blush. You mustâve had the same reaction last night when you said you wanted to be his girlfriend. You wish you could remember.
âIâll see you tomorrow, right?â He nods.Â
âOf course.âÂ
You give him a quick hug and say thanks again before he leaves. Once you close the front door, your roommate pops out from her room.Â
âSo?â She asks, running over to you.Â
âWhat?â You put your things down in the hallway and follow her into the living room.Â
âSomethingâs up,â she glances you up and down as you sit down in the armchair. âYou spent the night at his place, youâre wearing his clothes, your hair is wet - that only means one thing.âÂ
âItâs not what you think,â you tell her, pulling Hanbinâs sweater tighter around you. It smells so freaking good, youâre never giving it back. Even though you have like 5 other hoodies from him.Â
âWhat is it then?â She raises an eyebrow.Â
âHow much time do you have?â
âMore than enough,â she smiles. âLet me put the kettle on.âÂ
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Things with Hanbin stay the same during the week. You edit each otherâs essays and study for your midterms over FaceTime. He invites you over on Friday night to celebrate being halfway done with the semester. Apparently Chanwoo lost some bet between the three of them and heâs buying dinner. How could you say no?Â
The day of, youâre about to leave when your roommate catches you in the kitchen.Â
âPlease tell me youâre not wearing that.â You glance down. Youâre wearing one of Hanbinâs t-shirts and a pair of sweats.Â
âWhatâs wrong with this?â You ask. âWeâre not going clubbing.âÂ
âYeah, but you want him to sleep with you, donât you?â That makes you blush. âYou should at least wear some makeup.âÂ
She grabs your hand and pulls you into your room. While she goes through your closet, you shoot Hanbin a quick text saying youâre running late. This better be worth it.Â
In the end, your roommate lets you keep his shirt on. She says it makes you look more âfuckable,â whatever that means. You wind up changing into jeans and throwing a plaid shirt on top (which is also Hanbinâs, but you donât tell her that). She brushes some brown eyeshadow on for you and picks out a nice shade of lipstick, which also happens to be smudge proof (âsince youâll be making outâ). After you swipe it on, she finally lets you put your shoes on to leave. Youâre unlocking the front door when she stops you again.Â
âWhat now?â She drops a couple of condoms into your hand. âOh my god.âÂ
âYou and Hanbin would have adorable babies, but I donât think now is the right time for either of you-â
âWhy does everyone think I need condoms?â You say, mostly to yourself. You stuff them into your bag anyway.
âI just want you to be prepared.âÂ
âI appreciate that.â She smiles and opens the door for you.Â
âYou have your keys, right?â You roll your eyes but hold them up. âGood, now go get laid!âÂ
You feel bad about running late, so you speedwalk to Hanbinâs. You get there in less than 3 minutes, which youâre quite proud of. When he opens the door, he smiles at you.Â
âIs that my shirt?â You blush.Â
âYes.â You push past him so you donât have to look at him any longer. It wasnât so bad in class, because the two of you had something else to focus on. But now that youâre back in his house, youâre feeling anxious again. He still thinks you donât know about the kiss.Â
ây/n!â Chanwoo appears in the hallway. âPizza got here like 10 minutes ago, come have it while itâs hot.âÂ
You follow him into the kitchen, where he grabs you a plate. While he does that, you open the fridge to grab a drink. The second you pick up a can, Hanbin magically shows up and takes it from you.Â
âI donât think so.âÂ
âDonât tell me what to do.â You go to take it back, but he holds it above his head so you canât reach.
âKim Hanbin,â you say, trying to use your serious voice. âGive me back my drink or else Iâll never proofread your essays again.âÂ
âI can easily find someone else to do that.â He keeps the can raised. You rolls your eyes but reach for it anyway. That makes Hanbin laugh as he tries to keep it away from you.Â
âCan you two stop flirting?â You almost forgot Chanwoo was there. Whoops. You glance at Hanbin and he seems as caught off guard as you, which makes you feel better. You snatch the drink out of his hand while heâs distracted.
The three of you sit down and eat, talking about your classes and your plans for the weekend. Yunhyeong shows up about 15 minutes later. He walks through the door holding way too many grocery bags, so you immediately run over to help.Â
âThanks, y/n,â he says, handing you some of them. âIâm glad someone cares about me.âÂ
âOf course I do,â you tell him. Hanbin comes over to help you put them away while Yunhyeong has some pizza.Â
When youâre done, you jump onto the counter. Hanbin gets a glass of water and sits next to you.Â
âHave this.â He holds it out.
âExcuse me?âÂ
âItâs important to stay hydrated while youâre drinking.âÂ
âShut up,â you tell him. âIâll be fine.âÂ
âFine as you wonât remember anything?â You freeze. Itâs about time he said something, you just didnât expect it to be like this.Â
âIs that really such a bad thing?â You tease, but he doesnât smile.
âYeah y/n,â he says, running a hand through his hair.Â
âFine,â you take the water from him and have a sip. âI donât want to forget anything that happens today.âÂ
âGood,â he says.Â
âYou better make it memorable then.âÂ
âOh, I will.â You donât know what to make of that.Â
âWhat did I tell you about flirting?â Chanwoo says suddenly, getting your attention. You roll your eyes, but Yunhyeong changes the subject.Â
âWho was that girl I dated in first year? I canât remember her name.â
âAlex?â He shakes his head. âI have no idea then, sorry.âÂ
Yunhyeong runs through some other names, none of which you recognize. To be fair, you only became friends with Yunhyeong and Chanwoo last year. Sure, you spent time in their apartment, but they mostly left you and Hanbin alone to do whatever.Â
âWait!â You say suddenly, remembering a story Hanbin told you a while back. Everyone stops and looks at you. âIs she the one who said you were a bad kisser?âÂ
âYeah,â Yunhyeong replies. âThatâs the worst insult Iâve ever gotten.âÂ
âCanât relate.â Chanwoo looks smug.Â
âHave you even kissed anyone?â You ask him. âYouâre like 12.â That makes Hanbin laugh.Â
âShut up,â He says. âIâm only 2 years younger than you.âÂ
âHanbinâs probably the best kisser out of all of us then,â Yunhyeong points out. You bump your shoulder against Hanbinâs and he smiles.Â
âSays who?â Chanwoo asks. âWe should run a survey.â You roll your eyes.Â
âWhat are you going to do?â You reply. âMake out with every girl on campus and ask who they liked best?âÂ
âWell you and Hanbin have already kissed so-â Yunhyeong doesnât finish his sentence. All of you are staring at him.Â
âIâm sorry, what?â You ask. You could just tell them you already know, but you decide not to. You want to see how this plays out.Â
âWhen you were drunk,â Hanbin jumps in, turning to face you. âIt was just a dumb kiss, it didnât mean anything.âÂ
âIt didnât?â You ask.Â
âDo you even remember it?âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head, âbut that doesnât mean I donât have feelings for you.â You hear Yunhyeong gasp. Hanbin just looks surprised.
âDid I say anything?â You ask him.
âYou said-â
âShut up Chanwoo,â Hanbin looks at you. âYou said you wanted to be my girlfriend.â You could take a second and weigh your options, but you also know if you donât say something now you probably never will.Â
âWell, I do.â Your voice shakes a little, but youâre confident in your answer.
âYou do?â You might be imagining things, but Hanbin looks happy.Â
âYeah.â He thinks for a second, then jumps off the counter.Â
âCome on.â He holds out his hand, so you take it. Neither of you say anything to Yunhyeong and Chanwoo as you walk right past them, down the hall to Hanbinâs room.Â
He follows you in and closes door behind you. Now that youâre alone, you donât know what to do. You glance at Hanbin and he looks just as nervous as you. Heâs leaning against the door. You wish he would come hold your hand or sit next to you or anything.Â
ây/n,â he starts to say, but you cut him off.Â
âIâm scared.âÂ
âWhat?â He looks so concerned. You love him for it. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âCome here,â you say without thinking. Hanbin sits next to you and takes your hand as you lean against him. It feels so natural.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks quietly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
âWhat if we fuck this up?âÂ
âWe wonât,â he says right away.Â
âListen,â you reply. âYouâre my best friend, and I absolutely adore you, but if we do this, and we fall in love and date and whatever and it doesnât work out, where does that leave us?âÂ
Hanbin turns to look at you. âHavenât we already fallen in love?âÂ
You answer him by leaning in and giving him a small kiss. Youâre surprised at your boldness, but it feels right. When you pull away, the two of you smile at each other. You really do love him.Â
âIs that what our first kiss was like?â You ask, breaking the silence. âIâm so sad I donât remember it.âÂ
âIt wasnât like that, no,â he tells you.Â
âOh god,â you groan. âWas it like messy and weird? I wasnât that drunk, was I?âÂ
âNo,â he shakes his head. âIt was actually really nice.âÂ
âCan we do a reenactment?â Hanbin blushes. âOh my god, was it like something out of a R-rated movie?âÂ
He shakes his head again. âMaybe like 14A?â You gasp.Â
âYouâll have to show me.âÂ
âNot today,â he says, âI have things to do.âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You frown.
âJust, uh,â he looks down. âIf I kiss you like that again, Iâm pretty sure I know whatâll happen next.âÂ
That makes you blush. âOkay cool,â you say awkwardly. âWeâll save that for another time.âÂ
âGood plan,â he smiles at you. âShould we go back out there?â He gestures to the door.Â
âWhat do we say?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â He asks.
âWeâve been in here, alone, for how long? Thatâs not what friends do. Theyâre going to have questions.âÂ
âWeâre not friends,â Hanbin says.Â
âNo?â You ask, trying to ignore the fact that your heart rateâs gone up. âWhat are we then?âÂ
Before he can answer, you hear Chanwooâs voice outside. âIf you two are fucking in there, let us know so we can leave.âÂ
âWeâre not!â You and Hanbin yell back in unison.Â
âOkay good,â Chanwoo responds. You both wait until you hear him walk away.Â
âLetâs go, so they stop speculating about what weâre doing in here.â You get up. Hanbin doesnât. âWhat?âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âOh my god,â he groans. âDid you really have to quote Star Wars right now?â You smile, as he stands up.Â
âSorry,â you tell him.Â
Hanbin kisses your forehead, taking your hand. You give him whatâs mean to be a quick kiss on the lips, but he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.Â
âI love you too,â you whisper once he pulls away.Â
âThank god for that.â You roll your eyes. âCome on.âÂ
Youâre not ready for the constant teasing youâre going to get from Yunhyeong and Chanwoo, but you donât mind. Hanbinâs yours now, so at least youâll suffer together. Thatâs what friends do, right?Â
#ikon#kim hanbin#hanbin#hanbin scenario#hanbin imagine#ikon scenario#ikon imagine#kpop#fluff#I suck at tagging rip me#also love how I'm doing this on my work break yikes#I'm just glad this is done and sorry in advance for any typos
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â” ravenclaw! Yeosang x optional House reader, harry potter au. This is like a spin-off thingy for âJasmine & Biscuitsâ that tells how Yeosang was poisoned with Amortentia.
â” rating: PG â13
â” warnings: magic inaccuracies, Yeosang is aggresive under the influence of the potion.
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Yeosang should have known better than to fall for the Amortentia trap that had been set up for him. Heâd seen Hongjoong, San and another fair share of students under the effects of the love philter and he had told himself heâd never be dumb enough fall for a cheap trick that involved the potion.
But of course, he failed.
It had barely been a week since theyâd taught his course how to brew Amortentia and many incidents had been going on, from fights over who liked someone the best, to âI was about to confessâ and of course, the âI migh have added a little too much potionâ that had ended with San and Hongjoong in the hospital wing. That morning, Yeosang was going back from visiting his friends and on his way to Defence Against Dark Arts class when he realized heâd forgotten his assignment back on his Common Room, which meant heâd have to rush back and then run to class, he hadnât spent 3 hours on it just to not turn it in.
âHey Yeosang!â Chanwoo greeted as he crossed the entrance, sprinting to the boysâ tower.
âHey!â Yeosang called absenmindedly, he hated being late. Rumaging through his stuff quickly, he finally found his parchment and ran back down.
âWhereâs the fire?â Chanwoo joked from behind him, âAre you alright?â
âYeah, I just forgot my assignment, itâs been a painâ Yeosang chuckled âAnd Iâm gonna be late to classâ
âWell, itâs not the end of the worldâ the younger boy laughed as he knelt down to his own trunk âMy mom sent me some homemade snacks, but itâs a lot just for me, do you want some?â
Yeosang, who was still fitting his stuff on the bag hanging from his shoulder, nodded âSure, everyone says your momâs snacks are deliciousâ
Chanwoo laughed, immediately placing a small package of homemade candy on Yeosangâs hand. âNot that Iâm trying to rush you or anything, but youâre gonna be late to classâ
âOh shitâ Yeosang waved the candy, yelling a âthank youâ before running out of Ravenclawâs tower and down to DACA.
âYou are lateâ you said as Yeosang sat down next to you, although he didnât need a reminder, since the professor had taken 20 points off Ravenclaw because of him. âDid you see Joong and San?â
âYeah, theyâre feeling better now. Super dumb, but betterâ Yeosang shrugged.
You clicked your tongue, shaking your head. âHow many times did Yunho and I tell them not to take stuff from strangers?â
âThey were too focused on âwhoâs the better Quidditch playerâ to notice by the end of itâ
âQuidditch players, they are dumbâ you joked, making Yeosang laugh as well and costing both your Houses another ten points each.
âIâll see you later, you still need to help me with the potions thingâ you reminded Yeosang as you left the classroom. He simply nodded in reponse, his mouth stuffed as he munched on the small bag of candy Chanwoo had given him.
âWant some?â
âNo thanks, enjoyâ scrunching your nose in a bit of digust, you patted his shoulder âSee you later, okay?â
âSureâ he shrugged âLaterâ.
It couldnât be possible that Yeosang was late two times in the same day, or at least that late, since youâd been waiting for him for over an hour now and he was nowhere to be seen. You decided to leave the library to look for him, or just go to your Common Room, whatever you decided on the way.
âI canât believe heâs acting like this!â a girl with Gryffindor robes gushed, pulling on her friendâs arm âTheyâre fighting on the courtyard, over Chanwoo, I canât believe this!â
You knew Chanwoo was another Ravenclaw who also happened to know Yeosang well and since it sounded like he was involved in some trouble, you wondered if thatâs where Yeosang was, trying to help him, so you followed both girls to the yard.
To your suprise, it was the complete opposite, Yeosang was standing in the middle of the place, gripping his wand tightly as he pointed it to another Ravenclaw student and Chanwoo stood in the middle of them, judging by his expression, he was enjoying this a bit too much.Â
âTell him, Chanwoo that it is me you love!â the other student yelled âI am getting real tired of you, Yeosangâ
Yeosang didnât say a word before jolting his wand in the boyâs direction, the spell threw him off a few feet before he got back up.Â
âI mean, itâs whoever wins this that I will like betterâ Chanwoo spoke, walking out of the way of the returning spell.Â
âWhat the hell is going on, y/n?â Yunho panted as he ran to your side âWhy is Yeosang even...?â
You groaned, face-palming yourself. âThe stupid candy he was eating earlier, heâs probably poisoned tooâ
âNot him tooâ Yunho whined.
âLetâs just stop this alreadyâ
Before either Yunho or you could move, the duel had escalated to a whole other level. Yeosang was relentless with his spells, making the other boy retreat time and time again until he finally hit the wall by the end of the yard. Although he was surely under the effects of the potion too, his mind was a lot clearer than Yeosangâs, fear evident in his eyes once he realized he was trapped. Everyone witnessing the event thought that would be the end of it, or at least were hoping it was, until Yeosangâs eyes focused on the Gargoyle above the boyâs head and his wand moved to its direction.Â
âYunho!â you pulled on your friendâs robes once you saw what Yeosang was going to do, and the Gargoyle started crumbling to pieces that would definitely crush the other Ravenclaw boy. Yunho rushed to get his own wand out, managing to make the pieces of the statue levitate instead of falling on top of the kid, but turning Yeosangâs fury to him this time.Â
âStay out of this, Yunho. He had it coming!â Yeosang growled, a menacing gesture on his face as he threated to attack Yunho.
There was no other solution than what you did, casting a stunning spell that hit him right in the middle of his torso and threw him against the same wall the other boy had curled up against. Yeosang fell to the floor unconscious.Â
The yard was surprisingly silent for a moment, until Yunho and you got Yeosang up to take him to the hospital wing and the rest of Ravenclaw checked on the other boy involved in the fight, while some Slytherins held on to Chanwoo before he could run away, this could have ended badly.Â
âI swear I didnât know that would happen!â Chanwoo yelled, struggling against the studentsâ grip âI was justââ he got cut off by the Slytherinâs mouth-sealing spell before he got dragged away to the Headmasterâs office.
Yeosang was afraid of opening his eyes and facing what he had done. Although he knew heâd eventually have to, he was ashamed of himself.
âIt wasnât your faultâ you spoke as soon as you noticed he was awake âThough that was very scaryâ
âI could have hurt him badlyâ Yeosang whispered âI was about toâ
âYeah, but not on purpose...â you got up from your chair next to his bed. The philterâs effect was gone, but he needed to stay in the hospital wing to treat the couple of broken ribs youâd given him with your spell. âYou are an idiot, did you know?â
âI guess itâs not only Quidditch players that are dumb, thenâ Yeosang shook his head.Â
âHey!â San called a few beds away âI heard that!â
âGood!â you yelled back, laughing softly. âNow you, I swear if you accept anyone elseâs food offerings while thereâs an Amortentia riot going on, I will kick your assâ
Yeosang groaned, âYou already kicked my ass, y/nâ
âAnd Iâd do it againâ
âThanks for taking care of meâ Yeosang blushed, looking away from you. Could it be that his emotions were being meddled with again?
âThatâs what I do, take care of you. But you still owe me that study dateâ maybe anything that had to do with dates wasnât an ideal choice of words considering what Yeosang had just been through, but his smile widened as he looked at you and nodded eagerly.Â
It would be a date alright.
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a semi eita x reader
story inspired by 18 (anarbor) because this song reminds me of him (â§âœâŠ)
being 18 and still living under your parents watch was sometimes a pain in the ass. your parents were sometimes strict, especially now during your college days.
you always dreamed of renting a house or an apartment and having a roommate. but your parents made you stay at home with them so that they can keep an eye on you.
curfew's at 10pm, thank god you don't have to close the cafe you're working at. "hey hey hey! guess what the manager did?" chanwoo, your colleague and best friend, said excitedly, walking towards you. you turned to him, raising a brow. "she hired a band to play at the cafe! she said it'll look aesthetic! i wonder if there are any handsome ones," he said, eyes shining with excitement.
you laughed at his statement. oh how you wish you can be free like him, going around, meeting new people here and there. you snapped out of your thoughts when chanwoo shakes you lightly. "y/n look! they're about to play!" he said, shaking you furiously. you crossed your arms as you saw your senpai, semi eita, placing his guitar strap around his neck.
"hello everyone! I'm semi eita and we're going to play 18 by anarbor for you guys," he said, earning an applause from the customers in the cafe. you heard of semi before as he was a big deal in your college. he was a powerhouse school graduate, has piercings, and rumour has it that he somehow looks like a real life miyamura, except the black hair of course.
the band starts to play as chanwoo fangirled beside you while you were on you phone, chatting with your old friend, tendou.
"so if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up,"
semi sang, making you look up from your phone. you turned it off, and set it aside as you watched him intensely. listening to those lyrics makes you feel as if he was singing about you, since the lyrics made you relate to them.
"if long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you're in luck,"
he continued, sending a wink towards your way, making your eyes widened in shock and flustration. semi smirked at your reaction and continued singing.
"you wanna piss off your parents, baby, piss off your parents, that's alright with me,"
with that, the song ended, everyone in the cafe gave them a standing ovation as the band gave them their thanks. "that was amazing semi!" chanwoo cheered from the counter. semi gave him a thanks and gazed towards you, eyes locking in each other's stare. you noticed and looked down towards the floor making semi smiled with glee.
semi and the band stayed in the cafe until 8 ish. you were cleaning up the counter when a shadow towered over you. "how may I help you, sir," you said looking up to face him.
"may I order your number, to go," he smirked at his words. you mentally choked on your saliva. what did he sayyy, you thought. "haha, look pal, I ain't got time for this," you said while crossing your arms.
"and I'm not gonna repeat my order," he said. oh lord, how you wish you could just wipe that damn smirk off his fine face. wait- "look princess, I noticed how you blushed and look away during my performance," he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"tsk, I didn't blush," you said, rolling your eyes. he was so closed to you, your nose was almost touching. and damn, your friends weren't wrong when they described the way he looks. he was literally another version of miyamura!
those piercings on his left ear and his long silver hair, oh my god. i wonder if he even has tattoos underneath his shirt, you thought, mentally slapping yourself in your head. "oi, take a picture , it'll last longer," he teased, earning another eye roll from you.
"say, if I didn't give you my number, what're you gonna do?" you taunted him with a smirk. "I'm gonna do it again, and again, until you give em to me," he replied, smirking as well. you backed away from him, thinking.
it would be cool to be a rebel sometimes, you thought. you imagined dating your senpai in secret, without your parents knowing. going out in secret and breaking the rules makes you feel good. you imagined going out to concerts, playing arcade games or probably even make a mural on the ugly wall next to your campus with spray paints and just simply breaking a few light laws made your adrenaline rush through your body.
"alright, senpai," you said walking over towards the taller boy. "show me what you got," you said, extending your hand for him to hand over his phone. semi smirked at your response, thinking about how great you'll be once you're his.
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The Engineer
Genre: Engineer!AU
Pairing: Chanwoo x You (Female!Reader)
Warnings: None
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6Â | Words: 2,190
Donât you just hate it when youâre walking along -- a completely innocent walk at your local park -- and a baseball whizzes by you, barely missing you? Like, it almost couldâve hit your head thatâs how close it was.
Anyone would hate that, I think thatâs a very fair statement to make.
Nobody ever wants to almost get hit by a baseball, especially in the head.
But I guess it was a good thing you almost got hit and didnât actually get hit. That certainly wouldâve been much, much worse.
Still, though. The sound of someone yelling âWatch out!â and the sharp, breezy whoosh of a baseball flying right in front of your face was enough to make you freeze in your tracks, enough to make your heartbeat quicken -- after it stopped altogether, of course.
You let out a breath when you heard the ball land on the ground with a thud somewhere behind you, and you blinked a couple of times at the sound of footsteps thumping toward you.
âIâm so sorry,â a voice panted.
When you managed to turn your head to look at whoever it was apologizing for almost hitting you in the head with a baseball...
You hadnât been expecting that.
You honestly werenât sure what you had been expecting, but it certainly wasnât that.
And, in this case, by âthatâ you meant âhim.â
A tall, broad-shouldered, somewhat baby-faced guy with the most concerned (and adorable) expression was approaching you, and you suddenly had no qualms with the fact you couldâve been knocked unconscious by his carelessness. And his baseball.
âIâm sorry,â he repeated, slowing his jog and taking more cautious steps to reach you. âAre you all right? It didnât hit you, did it?â
âMm?â you hummed. And then you immediately shook your head, a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips. âOh, no. No, it didnât hit me. Iâm fine.â
You werenât the only one who was fine in this situation...Â
But, obviously, you meant âfineâ in another way because this guy -- whoever he was -- was fine.
âYouâre sure?â he asked, his brow still knit with worry.
âYes,â you chuckled. âIt just missed me.â
He let out a soft sigh of relief, and after spotting the baseball, hurried over to pick it up.
Now, it would be remiss of me not to point out that this kind of thing... didnât really happen to you. Ever.
You didnât just almost get knocked down by a baseball and then the person who threw said baseball turned out to be kind of incredibly cute every day. Not even every week. Or month! You werenât the kind of person who just happened to meet good-looking people all the time.
Or ever.
And, for some reason, you didnât want to let this guy grab his baseball and then just run away after apologizing one last time.
No. You werenât going to let that happen. Not today.
Today, you were going to -- what did they say nowadays? You were going to take your shot? Make your shot? Not throw away your --
SHOOT your shot! That was it!
You were going to shoot your shot, and --
Oh, and now he was smiling awkwardly at you and turning to walk away and you had completely been too lost in thought to notice that he was about to leave so you blurted out, âThat was a great throw!â
The guy paused, and his awkward smile became a bit more genuine. He relaxed a little, turning the baseball over in his hands and gently throwing it into his mitt.
âOh, thanks,â he replied with a soft, bashful laugh.
And that soft, bashful laugh brought out the dimples in his cheeks, and you immediately knew you were a goner.
âI mean, if you were trying to aim for me, then it wasnât a great throw. But you probably werenât.â
âNo, no, of course I wasnât!âÂ
âThen, yeah, it was a great throw,â you chuckled. âDo you, like, actually play?â
...Honestly, what kind of a question was that? Was your brain functioning properly right now?
âNot actually,â he answered. âJust a hobby, I guess. I would like to, but I donât really have time.â
You almost let out a sigh of relief because he had, apparently, known what you meant.
âWell, you seem good enough to be a professional. I mean, not that I really know much about baseball, and Iâve literally just seen you throw one time, but it was super fast. Thatâs good, right?â
âYeah, I guess,â he replied, his dimples getting even deeper as his smile grew wider. And then, despite the fact you basically sounded like a bumbling idiot, he took a step closer to you and held out his hand for a greeting handshake. âIâm, uh, Chanwoo. By the way.â
He had a name!
âY/N,â you told him with a grin as you shook his hand. âNice to meet you.â
âYou, too. But Iâm sorry we met because I almost hit you in the head with a baseball.â
If that sentence had come from just about any other guy youâd ever met, it wouldâve been a pick-up line. But, somehow, you knew Chanwoo hadnât meant it like that. If he had, he had done a bang-up job of not making it seem like he had.
âHey, itâs better than meeting because you did hit me in the head with a baseball,â you smirked.
âThat... is very true,â Chanwoo replied as a soft blush tinged his cheeks.
Oh, god. His blush paired with his dimples made you want to reach out and pinch his cheeks so badly! How did someone so cute actually exist in this world and be standing right in front of you?
And how had you never seen him before?
âAre... are you new around here?â you asked, your brow gently knitting together in curiosity. You were sure you hadnât seen him before; if you had, you definitely wouldâve remembered him. He was too cute to forget!
âAh, uh -- no,â he told you. âNo, I... I actually grew up around here.â
Your brow furrowed more deeply.
âYou did?â you asked with surprise. âSo did I. What high school did you go to?â
When he answered that he had attended the same high school you did, you immediately asked him what year he graduated.
He told you.
And you almost screamed.
If your math wasnât mistaken, he had entered high school after you had left.
So, it all made sense now. Now you knew why you didnât recognize him. The two of you had gone to the same school, just not at the same time.
And now you felt like an absolute grandma.
âOh,â you chuckled awkwardly. âGot it. I... I graduated a few years before.â
Chanwoo, surprisingly, did not look awkward. He actually smiled. âDo you know my friend Bobby? He graduated before me, too.â
Him you did know.
âYes, Iâve heard of him.â But there was still a small problem. âHe... graduated two years after me.â
So, Chanwooâs older friend was still younger than you. Wow. Great.
If you hadnât already felt uncomfortable, you sure would have after hearing that.
âWell,â you said brightly -- but the brightness sounded fake even to your own ears. âI should let you get back to practicing.â
âAnd Iâll let you get back to... whatever it was you were doing,â Chanwoo replied as he dipped his head into a nod.
You simply shot him a close-lipped smile before booking it outta there.
...Okay, you didnât really book it. You just walked away. But on the inside -- emotionally and mentally -- you were booking it.
You felt like a complete fool. Youâd been interested and flirting and he was so stinking cute... and you were quite a bit older than him.
I mean, not that an age difference is really a big deal. It was just strange and a little uncomfortable being on the upper end of that age difference.
Oh, well. You were older than him, but you werenât that old. You still had plenty of time to find someone!
By the time you woke up the next morning, you had completely forgotten about...Â
What was his name?
See? You had forgotten all about him!
At least, you told yourself you had forgotten all about him. You couldnât quite seem to get his attractive face and dimples out of your mind -- but you didnât admit that to yourself.
You also didnât go back to the park, instead choosing to take your walks around your neighborhood or on the treadmill in your basement. Neither option had as pretty scenery as the park, but you were trying to avoid seeing You Know Who in person. A more pleasant environment was just the sacrifice you had to make.
But then it started getting too hot outside to walk around your neighborhood, and while you couldâve bypassed the heat by walking early in the morning or later in the evening... you were just too lazy. It was enough for you to actually take a walk every single day! Plus, you were more of an Afternoon kind of person. Not an Early Bird or a Night Owl; your mind was the sharpest and you had the most energy for a few hours right after lunch, and since you did freelance work for your job, you were able to create your own schedule. Going for a nice walk around 2 PM every day was just your thing!
But, anyway. It was too hot to walk at 2 PM every day now, so you really had no choice but to trek down to your basement and walk on the treadmill while you watched a YouTube video or TV show.
It wasnât your favorite thing to do, but you put up with it.
...That is, until your air conditioning system stopped working.
The whole point of exercising inside was because it was too hot outside. With your air conditioning broken, it really wasnât any better. And your basement was the coolest part of the house!
This would absolutely not do. Not only could you not exercise in a non-air conditioned house when it was blazing hot outside, you couldnât do anything in a non-air conditioned house when it was blazing hot outside.
You couldnât sleep, you couldnât relax and watch television or read, you couldnât sit at your laptop and work -- you couldnât live!
So, you barely waited a couple of hours after discovering it wasnât working to look up a local handyman or mechanic. The company youâd been loyal to since moving into this house a few years ago had changed owners, and you had not had a pleasant experience when one of the new technicians had come to install a new light fixture last month -- it was time for someone new.
Just as you were pulling up a web browser to search for nearby handyman companies, you remembered your neighborâs air conditioner had broken not too long ago. You decided to go over and see if she recommended them, and when she did, you asked for their phone number so you could give them a call.
Once you got back to your (extremely uncomfortable) house, you immediately rang them up to see if they could send someone out as soon as possible.
âHello, thank you for calling YG Mechanical, how can I help you?â a young lady greeted.
âHi, yes, my air conditioning unit is no longer working, so I was hoping to get someone to come out and take a look,â you told her.
âAbsolutely,â she said. âWhen is the best availability for you?â
âIâm home all day, so any time, really.â
âAll right, let me take a look... Oh, it looks like we have a technician with some time later this afternoon. Would that work for you?â
âYes, that would be perfect.â Thank god.
After you gave her your name, address, and phone number, she confirmed the time window and thanked you for calling.
You wanted to reply with âNo, thank youâ because she couldnât feel how miserable it was inside your house but it was miserable, and getting things fixed in just a few hours was more than you could ask for.
...Still, though, you would have to get through the next few hours of work.
When your doorbell finally -- finally! -- rang, you closed your laptop hurriedly and sprang from your desk chair to go answer it.
Of course, jogging to the front door would only make you feel even more disgusting after sitting in a house with no cool air for several hours, but you couldnât wait any longer than was absolutely necessary to let the handyman in.
When you arrived at your front door, you took a few seconds to let out a sigh, pat off the small beads of sweat on your face, and then you unlocked and opened it.
Your mouth opened to greet your savior -- whomever it was -- but when your eyes landed on the person standing on your doorstep...
It was Chanwoo.
Part 2
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late nights- jcw
‷pairing - chanwoo x male!reader ‷genre - fluff?? ‷summary -chanwoo has been kinda wild lately. so the boys go to investigate ‷warnings - suggestive I guess. 3.5 curse words ‷notes - im slightly disappointed by this one but hey here it is. this is also my first male reader. the request asked for a more feminine guys so I hope I did that justice. request here.
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its started with just one. one unsuspecting lavender mark on chanwooâs neck. at first, the boys thought it was from a random club hookup. they honestly didnt think much of chanwooâs recent behavior. yeah he often recked of a mix of alcohol and cheap smokes when he got home. and maybe sometimes there was lip and bite marks ghosting parts of his body. they brushed it off as chanwoo âenjoying his youthâ as bobby put it. they didnt start getting concerned until maybe the third week. the one lavender bruise turned into a field of deep violent on his neck. his occasional disappearances had become routine. it was getting a little worrying. hanbin was convinced chan had some type of emotional trauma going on. why the fuck else would he be spending every night in some back alley club? being that the boys were worried for their baby bro, they had decided to follow him one night.
the task actually wasnt that difficult as chanwooâs routine had become engrained in all of their memories. the six of them piled into a cab and trailed behind their lone unsuspecting friend. the boys were even more confused when they saw the building chan slipped into. the club didnt match chan at all. there was a loud recording of dj soda on the speakers and bodies of all types were packed on the dance floor. the vibe was a complete 180.
âwhy the fuck would he be here of all places?â junhoe tries to yell over the obnoxiously edm. donghyuck shrugs before scanning the crowded club. it took a sec but chanwoo was spotted chatting you up as you worked the bar.Â
âokay we canât just bum rush the kid so lets figure out whatâs going on first?â hanbin addresses the group of boys now pursuing the bar. âor just don't listen to me I guess.â however before anyone reached chan, you and him had moved into a back room as you took the first of your breaks.Â
once the door had closed, you and chan kiss feverishly. your shift was turning out to be a grueling one. you knew right away that you needed you beautiful boyfriend chanwoo there. luckily, the two of you had created this kind of routine of basically hooking up during your breaks. you were always concerned about the marks you left but chan got a kick out the boysâ stares. something about being the only one getting any action felt like a mark of pride for him. before you could process much more, the door to the back room swung open. you quickly detached your lips from your boyfriend, however chan kept a hold on your waist.
âhyungs, what the fuck are you doing?â he huffed turning to the six boys in front of him. the annoyance in his voice was evident. he knew it was a matter of time before his brothers appeared in front of him like this.
âwe were concerned. you keep disappearing and come back looking like you survived a vampire attack.â bobby scoffed, obviously annoyed at chanâs annoyance.Â
âlook I am grown. I don-â you cleared your throat as you were still pressed against the wall with chanwooâs grip only tightening. the boys all shot you a look before chan finally realized what you wanted. âum this is my boyfriend, y/n. he is the reason I keep sneaking off. he works here.â he say while detaching from you. you wave silently finally putting bodies to the boys you have heard about.Â
âlook, I never meant to put chan in any concerning position. you see, Iâm the bartender here. chan enjoys visiting me but we are only open during the night.â you explain simply.
âoh no y/n, there is nothing wrong with him being here. in fact, im glad he has someone to love him. the problem is him leaving without telling a single person.â hanbin clarified. the boys begin to lecture their maknae. you use the moment to slip back out to the bar but not before giving your boyfriend one more look.
âdon't leave me here.â he mouths silently.
âsorry baby!â you mouth back with a slight smirk.Â
âwe aren't finished.â he mouths before you slide out the door. lets just say the next break was very interesting.
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Good Morning
Pairing: Chanwoo x Reader
Rating: Explicit
The sun is what wakes you first, the bright rays shining right in your eyes. You groan and go to roll over, but an arm wrapped tight around your waist keeps you in place. Oh, you think. Thatâs right, Chanwoo stayed over last night. Your muscles ache in all the right places.
The next thing you notice is Chanwooâs hard on pressed against your ass. Youâre barely awake but you canât help yourself from grinding back against him. He groans a little, his arm tightening around you a bit, but he doesnât wake up. You pout.
You grind a bit harder, and this time youâve definitely got his attention. His face nuzzles into the back of your neck, and he stretches. He presses a sleepy kiss against your neck. âGood morning kitten,â he yawns.
Finally able to, you squirm from under his arm and roll over so youâre facing him. You peck him on the lips. âGood morning yourself,â you smile, before reaching down to cup him through his boxers. Heâs achingly hard.
He startles but groans just as quickly. You squeeze just a little and his eyes flutter shut. âYouâre feisty this morning,â he mumbles, his hips jerking into your repeated touches.
âWhat can I say?â You smile at him. âA girl knows what she wants. Now get those boxers off,â you demand, swatting his chest and rolling away from him to tug your own underwear off, leaving you in just his shirt.
Still half asleep, he complies, kicking his boxers off. He pulls you close to him. You giggle, and reach up, pulling him in for a kiss, morning breath and all. His hand slips under your, his, shirt, rolling your already hard nipple between his fingers. You gasp into his mouth, kissing him deeper and sloppier.
You hook your leg over his hip, pulling him closer. His dick presses against you and you groan, wanting him inside you. He senses that and slips his hand out from under your shirt before slipping two fingers into your mouth. You moan around them, tongue swirling patterns on them. You graze the pads of his fingers as he pulls them out and his gaze darkens.
He slips his hand between your legs and slips the fingers that were just in your mouth inside you. Youâre already wet and wanting him and he meets no resistance. It helps that he fucked you just hours ago. You moan loudly, pressing against him, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He pumps them into you, not gently, and you whimper in pleasure, breathing heavy against his neck. He kisses your forehead tenderly, in complete contrast to his fingers roughly breaching you.
âChanwoo,â you whine, sucking at his neck, careful not to leave a mark. âChanwoo, just fuck me alreadyâ you demand. He smirks at you.
âWhatever my kitten wants,â he coos, before reaching down and lining himself up. He presses in slowly, and your mouth falls open, breathless gasps leaving your lips.
âChanwoo,â you say again, but this time youâre begging.
He knows exactly what you want. âDonât worry kitten. Iâm gonna take care of you.â He takes a moment to kiss you deeply once heâs fully inside you. You cling to his bare shoulders as he ravages your mouth. He pulls back until heâs nearly out of you and thrusts back in in one quick movement. You moan into his mouth, and he sets a hard pace.
It leaves you breathless, and even though youâve been awake for all of ten minutes, youâve never felt more alive. The way he fills you up has you aching for more, and you tell him. He kisses you again and again but itâs mostly open mouthed kisses as you both pant.
He grabs your thigh, hitching your leg up higher, and the new angle has him hitting that sweet spot inside you. Your moans start to rise in pitch until youâre practically shouting. He grins and fucks into you harder.
Youâre coming before you know it. Youâre sobbing in pleasure, wrapped tightly around him as he fucks you through it. It doesnât take long before he follows you over the edge, stilling as he spills into you.
You both lay there for long moments, trying to catch your breath, clinging to each other like it would pain you to be an inch apart. Finally when youâre both on the verge of too sensitive he finally pulls out.
Rolling over on his back he reaches for the box of tissues on the bedside table. He cleans you up first and then himself, finally chucking them in the waste basket.
He leans over you, bending down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He lays down next to you, lacing your fingers together before bringing them up to his mouth to kiss.
Rolling on his side he smirks at you, waggling his eyebrows. âGood morning,â he says casually.
You laugh breathlessly. âGood morning Chanwoo.â
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Love is a Triangle
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Pairing: Double B x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
 In the next morning, I wake up to Hanbin shirtless, with his head in the level of my belly and holding my arm while peacefully sleeping, and Jiwon with his arm around my waist, hugging me. I can't see his face because I'm facing Hanbin. I could be here all day and thankfully, I can, it's Saturday. I wish I knew what time it was. Since Jiwon is still here, it's probably early, he always wakes up first. I sigh carefully, so I don't wake up Jiwon with his arm on my body and I lift my free arm to touch Hanbin's hair. I admire him, sleeping. Breathing in and out, so quietly.
 - Summer? - I hear Jiwon's voice behind me. - Are you awake?
 - Yes. - I answer without turning around.
 - Do you want to get up? - Ugh, I love his morning voice, it's so raspy and manly.
 - What time is it?
I feel Jiwon move on the bed, checking the alarm clock.
 - 11:39 am.
 - Oh, it's late. Yes, I would like to get up.
 - Ok, I'll let you go. - Jiwon chuckles and removes his arm around me. His laugh always makes me want to laugh.
 - I can't get out though.
 - Why?
 - Lift a little bit and see for yourself.- Jiwon does as I say and smiles, when he discovers Hanbin is grabbing my arm.
 - He's so cute. - Jiwon grabs my shoulder and stares at Hanbin. We watch him like we're looking at a baby.
 - I will never get tired of this. - I face Jiwon.
 - Me neither. - He smiles and kisses me.
 - Did you wait for him? Last night?
 - Yes.
 - Is everything alright? - Did they fight more?
 - Yes, don't worry. - Jiwon gets out of the bed, trying not to be too trembling. - We should let him sleep.
 - How do I get out? - I point at my arm. - It has a Hanbin on it.
Jiwon chuckles. - Take it slow and replace your arm with a pillow. I do what he advises me, plus a quick kiss on Binnie's hand and a good morning kiss for Jiwon.
 We get to the kitchen.
 - What do you wanna eat bunny?
 - I already ate. - I confirm that by looking at the frying pan under the counter and a ripped pack of noodles next to it. Jiwon usually wakes up really early, goes eat breakfast and then, goes back to sleep. It's almost a routine so I'm not surprised but I admit sometimes I would prefer he wouldn't do it because I feel lonely eating by myself. - Don't you wanna eat again?
 - Hmm, I'm not hungry although I can cook for you and Bin.
 - Alright, but don't you think he's going to wake up only at lunchtime?
 - No, he can't, we have that photo shoot, remember?
 - Ohhh, with Dazed, right? I totally forgot about that. - Sigh, even on the weekends they have to work.
 - Exactly. I'm going to wake him up after I finish your breakfast. - Jiwon goes to the fridge. - What do you wanna eat?
 - Hmm, some muesli with fruit. - I can't get used to eating full meals in the morning even though I'm in Korea for five years now. - You don't have to do it, just cook for Hanbin.
 - Hey, I said I would do it so I'll prepare it. What should I make for Hanbin? - He takes the milk off the fridge.
 - Maybe some rice with veggies and...an omelet?
 - Which veggies? - He takes carrots off the fridge and looks for more vegetables. Of course a bunny would pick the carrots first.
 - Let me help you. - I get up.
 - No! I don't need help. Eat your cereal. - He pours milk in the bowl and the muesli.
 - What about the fruit?
 Jiwon starts peeling an apple while I begin to cut the carrots and zucchini. He looks at me after finishing my fruit salad.
 - What are you DOING? I told you to sit and eat.
 - You need help, you take too long. - I say, determined, while I put a frying pan on the stove to cook the vegetables. He ignores what I say and prepares the rice and breaks the eggs into another frying pan.
 - What are you guys doing?
 - Good morning Binnie! - I look behind me. Hanbin has his t-shirt on again. - We're cooking breakfast for you.
 - No, I'm cooking, you're just getting in the way. - Jiwon grabs the veggies I just chopped and throws them into the pan.
 - Yeah, right. If it wasn't for me, you would still be deciding which vegetables you should cook. - Hanbin smiles at my answer.
 - Good morning gorgeous. - Jiwon approaches him and kisses him. I smile at them and check the omelet. It's ready. I turn the stove to zero.
 - What about you? Aren't you going to give your boyfriend a good morning kiss? - Hanbin comments.
 - Yes, just a second. - I put the omelet on a small plate in front of Hanbin's place on the table. I go around the table to kiss him. He smiles, satisfied. He's so cute.
 Jiwon finishes the rice and the veggies while I eat my breakfast.
 - Thank you, babe. - Hanbin says. - Oh baby, I almost forgot. - He turns to me - Weâre having dinner with the members and they said we could invite you, do you wanna come?
 - Oh yes! I miss Junhoe so much.
 - What? - Jiwon eyes widen.
 - What? - Hanbinâs next.
 - I mean...It will be fun, I havenât seen them in a while. - I correct myself so I donât sound so excited.
 - What are you saying, you saw them two weeks ago?! - Hanbin says, confused.
 - I think we should end this conversation. - I say, so I donât get killed by my two jealous boyfriends.
 - You miss them often? - Jiwon asks.
 - Of course. Iâm their fan and friend.
 - Is this why they invited her? They miss her too? - Jiwon asks Hanbin.
 - Now that youâre asking that, I think youâre right! - Hanbin realizes.
 - Look, boys, if you didnât want me to go, why did you mention this to me in the first place?
 - No, we want you to go because we donât want to leave you at home alone. I thought that was your reason too. - Jiwon says.
 - Of course. But I really like them so itâs normal that I miss them! Ok, letâs stop talking about this.
 - I think itâs best that we do because Iâm getting mad. - Hanbin states.
 - Whatever. - Jiwon gets up and goes to our bedroom. Sigh.
 They get so jealous when I talk about them. What do they think, that Iâm going to date the whole iKON group? For Christâs sake.
 Hanbin eats his food and goes to the bedroom too. My heart hurts. I hate to see them like this.
 - Boys? - I enter the bedroom and see them sitting on our giant bed, watching their cell phones. - Is everything okay?
 - Yes, Iâm sorry. - Hanbin takes my hand when I sit on the bed with them. - We just...weâre used to being the center of your attention.
 - Yes so when you talked about them like that we kind of flipped, Iâm sorry. We love you. - Jiwon hugs me.
 - I love you too. - I smile. Hanbin joins our hug.
 - Let us prove how sorry we are. - Hanbin smirks.
 - Now? Donât you have to get rea... - I get interrupted by Jiwonâs wet neck kisses on me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, enjoying his lips touching my skin. Hanbin starts to touch my legs and running his hands through my body until he unbuttoned my shirt and kisses me roughly on the lips, while I feel Jiwon sucking on my skin, definitely leaving marks later.
 - Would Junhoe kiss you like this? Would he make you feel this way? - I just wanna laugh about what I just heard because they didnât let this go yet but they would probably get upset, so, I control myself and answer what they want to hear:
 - No, baby. Only you can make me feel this way.
 - Thatâs right, only we can make you feel pleasure. - Hanbin replies. - Only we can love you like this.
 They are so protective of me they sometimes donât realize theyâre getting upset over little things like this when they donât need to.
 We spent more half an hour touching and kissing each other until we realize itâs time for them to get ready for their photo shoot when my phone buzzes with a message.
 We take a shower and dress up. They prefer to eat after so they look in good shape for the photographs. We arrive at the place and surprisingly, the other iKON members arrive at the same time. I wanted to say hi and talk to them for a little bit because I didnât know it was a group photo shoot, therefore, I had no idea they would be here, but I decided to grab some food for them and myself while they do their thing. I eat carefully at the restaurant and take my time, so I donât disturb them while theyâre working and then I come back one hour later. When I get there, Donghyuk, my Binnie and Yunhyeong are posing for the photographer and the others are sitting down or standing and talking to each other. I go to Jiwon, who just took off a long white coat.
 - Hi babydoll, did you eat? - Jiwonie gives me a kiss on my cheek.
 - Yes, and I brought you some. - Jiwon searches in the bag with a happy face.
 - Thank you so much! - He kisses me again on my face.
 - Hi Summer! - Junhoe says.
 - Hey, how are you? - I greet him with a kiss and I immediately feel Jiwon's eyes on us.
 - Summer! - Chanwoo calls.
 - Chanwoo! - My sweet voice appears. I hug him.
The rest of the group ends their part of the photos right when Jinhwan comes to greet me. We always got along very well since him, Jiwon and Hanbin used to spent a lot of time together.
 - Hi Summer baby. - Jinhwan says, carelessly. Hanbin eyes Jinhwan. Uh-oh. Heâs about to die, thatâs Hanbinâs nickname for me.
 - What did you say? - Hanbin gets closer to us.
 Jinhwan smirks. - Cool off, I was just teasing you.
 I exhale deeply. Hanbin's face is tense but he relaxes once I talk.
 - How was it, baby? Are you hungry? - I put my arms around his neck.
 - I don't know if it's over yet. - Hanbin looks at the plastic food bag next to Jiwon.
 - Did you bring food?! - Hanbin says, excited. - Oh, I'm starving! - Of course he is, it's 3:44 pm. - Thank you, you're a peach. - He searches what's in the bag and opens the package.
 - Long time no see, Summer. - Yunhyeong turns to me, after my boyfriend's attention changes to the sushi.
 - Indeed! I didn't know we would see you before dinner. - Donghyuk admits.
 - Yes, me neither but my friend canceled on me so I decided to come.
 - Hanbin. - The male photographer calls and he goes to him. He comes back after talking to the man.
 - So, they want to take a last group photo and then, they want to take more photos outside, on a rooftop two miles from here since the weather is nice today.
 - Oh, I think I should go home then. - My uncle lives in Korea, before I moved with Hanbin and Jiwon, I lived at his house. For that reason, we see each other often and today he's coming to our house to check on me.
 - Yes, please go baby. Don't be late because of us. - Hanbin turns to them while Jiwon helps me dress my denim jacket. - Alright! Everyone back into the vans! - He yells so they obey. He's so hot when he plays the leader. - We have work to do.
 - Have fun with your uncle baby girl. - Jiwon grabs my face and kisses it. - I love you, we'll be back to you soon.
 - Yes, I'm sorry we're not going home with you Summer baby. - Hanbin pouts. - Say hello to your uncle for me. - He kisses my cheek.
 - Okay, good luck! - I walk away.
 - Wait! - Hanbin runs after me. - I'll call the cab for you.
 - Don't run from me, you idiots. I want to help too.
 Hanbin and I smile to Jiwon's comment. Sometimes he feels like a dad to us because he's one year older. I think he feels the responsibility to look after us.
 When I get home, I see my uncle standing at the doorway, waiting for me.
 - Oh, there you are. - He closes the magazine he was reading and lets me pass to open the door.
 - Sorry. - I unlock the door and let him come inside first. - I was at a photo shoot with iKON. Hanbin and Jiwon had to finish it so I came alone. So...do you want some tea or coffee?
 - Some tea would be nice. - He looks around our house. - The place looks great, you decorated the walls and added some rugs. - I start preparing the tea.
 - Yes, thanks. - The last time he was here was almost after we moved in.
-I can imagine your mother saying how much she likes the colors of the walls. - I chuckle because I can picture it too. - Do you miss her?
 - Yes, of course. And my siblings too.
 - When was the last time you saw them?
 - Hmm. - I think for a bit. - Five months ago. I took some holidays and went to visit them.
 - Oh, I think that was around the time I went to the US for some business and I saw them too. - We both sit on the table after I bring the cups of tea. - How's Jiwon and Hanbin?
 - Full of work, like always. - Uncle gives me a sympathetic smile. - No, but they're good, they're good.
 - And you?
 - I'm great, I finally think my life is stable. - I smile, proudly.
 - I'm happy for you, it doesn't even seem like the scared girl I knew five years ago who came to a whole new country, with a different language and culture.
 - Oh, I adapted I know but I'm telling you, it feels great when I see you so I can speak in English again.
 We talk for about an hour and then he leaves. I text Hanbin and Jiwon to know if they're gonna be long.
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Today, 5:56 pm Â
                                                                                                                    You: When are you coming home?
Bunny: We're about to leave, baby girl.
 I decided to check what's playing on TV but suddenly I remember it's time for "Romance Is a Bonus Book", the drama Hanbin and I watch together. I try to control my temptation to watch the new episode but I'm so bored I can't think of anything else to do right now. So I watch it. In fact, I watch the whole episode, 1 hour and 6 minutes. Jiwon said they were about to go home, how are they not here yet? My phone starts ringing. It's their manager.
 - Hello?
 - Yes, Summer? Hi, it's Jaeho. I'm sorry for disturbing you but one of the vans of the iKON members suffered an accident, it crashed into a car and your boyfriends were in the van... It's not that serious but I thought you should know they're at the hospital to get checked out since Bobby was in the front with the driver. - I gulp, in shock. - He continues to talk but I canât listen, my ears are blocked by my impact of the second sentence.
 - I-I hum...which hospital?
 - Bumin Hospital Group.
 - Thank you, I'll be there in ten minutes. Goodbye. - I turn off the call and I get into my car as fast as I can.
 My heartbeat is so high I can actually hear it. I can't believe this is really happening. One day everything is so perfect and the next day, all I've built is crashing down. Jaeho said it wasn't serious but I can't help but worry. They are everything to me, I can't imagine my life without them.
 I arrive at the hospital and go to the receptionist of the urgency room.
 - Hello, I'm Summer Evelyn Parks, could you tell me where are the patients Kim Jiwon and Kim Hanbin, please? - The lady is writing their names on the computer.
 - Are you related to them in any way?
 - Yes, I'm their girlfriend.
 She gives me a funny look. I don't have the patience for this right now. I wish I could just enter without being followed by security.
 Jaeho appears and calls me. Before we go, he tells the lady that I'm with them. Their manager makes me follow him to a big private room. There are about ten beds in it. Being famous sometimes has benefits. The first one I see is Hanbin, sitting on the edge of the bed. I run to him, he gets up and hugs me tight. I sigh.
 - You're okay. You're okay. - I comfort myself and I kiss him.
 - I'm okay. - He pets my hair.
 - Where's Jiwon?
 Hanbin points to the bed next to Donghyuk's. He's laying down. I feel like my heart is about to come out of my chest again.
  - Jiwon. - I call him and he gets up. I notice he has a small compress on his head.
 - Baby girl! - He hugs me. - I told you not to call her.
 - I didn't! - Hanbin replies. - I made Jaeho do it...
 - Are you okay? What happened? - I start shooting questions like an arrow hits the target.
 - Oh, I'm so glad you weren't there. - Hanbin admits.
 - I was on the passenger seat with the driver and everything was normal until the car in front of us did an abrupt braking and then we hit. There wasn't time to stop the van. So then, the airbag fired but I hit my head on the side of the car because I was sitting in a weird position. - My face says anxiety, sadness, and pity clearly because Jiwon has the urge to respond to that. - Don't worry, I'm okay baby.
 Tears start falling from my eyes. - Are you really?
 - I am, don't cry, please. You're making me sad.
 - Youâre making us. - Hanbin corrects him.
 - He hugs me again, worried about me. - I know you were probably really shaken up about us, right? - I nod and let him hold me. - It's alright, I understand. But as you can see, we're fine. Nothing happened. We're here with you. It's not our time yet, you still have many years to put up with us. - I smile, almost forcefully. He wipes the tears off my face and kisses me.
 - Does that hurt? - I point to his head.
 - No, it's not that bad, I don't understand why they had to put a whole compress on a scratch.
- We canceled dinner plans. - Hanbin informs me.
 - Are they okay? - I ask about the rest of the members. - Yes, our Jiwonie was the only one to get hurt. - Hanbin pouts.
 - Maybe we should baby him like he does with us. - I put a happier face.
 - Yes! - Hanbin agrees.
 And so, we do. - After we get out of the hospital with the doctor's orders, of course. We cross the street holding his hands, Hanbin covers him with a blanket as soon as he sits on our house's couch, I cook dinner and I give him spoons full of rice and meat.
 - What did you do this afternoon? Were you still with your uncle after Jaeho called you? - It still hurts to imagine the accident but I try to calm down and simply answer Jiwon's question.
 - No, he left early. I watched a random show and "Romance is a Bonus Book".
- You watched âRomance is a Bonus Bookâ without me? - Hanbin strikes.
 - After a car accident, that's what you worry about. Good to know. - Jiwon teases him.
 - Noo, I love you too babe, Iâm so glad youâre okay! - Hanbin kisses him. Aw, they make my heart melt. - Now, you. - Hanbin changes his face to serious.
 - I...I'm sorry, I was bored and⊠- I try to excuse myself.
 - Shut up, I'm mad. - Hanbin turns his face to make a scene. - I canât believe you watched it without me! We always watch it together.
 - Please forgive me? I love you? - I get closer to his face and I try to kiss him.
 - Don't talk to me, traitor.
 - If you don't forgive me, I will kiss you forever until you do. - I start to give him a lot of kisses.
 - Okay. - He pretends like he's upset.
  Jiwon looks at us. - Tch, you're so desperate for love. - He refers to Hanbin, of course.
 - Youâre gonna love todayâs episode, they⊠- I get interrupted.
 - Donât tell me spoilers! - Hanbin whines.
 - No, I was just going to say thatâŠ
 - No, I donât want to know! - Hanbin says, covering his ears.
 - But...ugh! This is so hard, I really want to tell someone! - I whine.
 - I do, tell me. - Jiwon speaks. I smile, excited and I whisper into his ear. He sighs and smirks to Hanbin, consequently teasing him for not knowing. - Okay, I think Iâm going to bed now, Iâm pretty tired.
 - Ok, Iâm going with you. - I say while I get up.
 - But⊠- Hanbin starts. - okay, Iâm gonna watch the episode and then Iâll go too.
 - I didnât wanna say this but I wanted him to come to bed with us. - Jiwon takes his shirt and his pants off, which leaves him only with boxers on. I donât understand how they sleep almost naked every day but still manage to have their bodies hot.
 - Me too bub. It was a hard day, I want you both by my side.
- Binnie?
He exhales in relief. - You scared me. Is everything okay?
 - What if you come to bed with us now and I watch the episode with you tomorrow?
 - Okay, sounds good.
 We lay down together next to Jiwon, one on each side, and he breathes, satisfied.
 - Iâm so glad nothing bad happened. It couldâve been worse, you know? - I say, looking up at our beautiful chandelier.
 - Donât worry about that baby. - Hanbin replies.
 - No, it couldnât. We would never leave you alone in this world. - Jiwon says, looking at the ceiling. I look at him and I smile. He always finds a good and positive answer to say. - I turn to him and I hug him, closing my eyes to fall asleep. - I love you boys. - I kiss Jiwonâs arm. Hanbin smiles to Jiwon.
 - We love you too. - They whisper.
#double b#double b au#ikon au#polyamory ikon#jiwon fluff au#hanbin au#hanbin fluff#hanbin fluff au#ikon angst#ikon fluff#ikon fic#ikon scenarios#kpop scenarios#kpop au
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You Already Have One (Rowoon x Male Reader)
Requested by: @unlikelyps4playstationzonkâÂ
So this is my attempt at writing your request, I donât know if this is what you wanted, but itâs what I came up with.
Summary: You and Rowoon attend a fancy party, Rowoon was invited as a part of SF9, When Rowoon becomes busy with taking photos, someone strikes up conversation with you.
Disclaimer: This is FICTION, so everything written is a work of fiction and not real, everything in this does not reflect on him as a person in real life.
Rowoon x Male Reader
We walked along the stone path leading to the front door, this house was massive, I looked at Seokwoo, looking dashingly handsome in his new suit.
"Everything okay?", he said looking down towards me.
"Yeah. Just thinking about how nice you look in a suit.", I said looking into his eyes.
"Cute.", he said with smirk forming on his lips.
"Shut Up." I retorted, returning my attention the door.
He rang the doorbell, there was about 30 seconds of silence before someone finally opened the door.
"Oh, hello, you must be Rowoon of SF9. I'm Jinsoo, come in." Jinsoo stated in a very cheerful manner.
"Thank you, this is my boyfriend, y/n." He said gesturing in your direction.
Jinsoo smiled, looking at you, "Hi, welcome, your members should be in the dining hall or in the lounge. I have to go but I will see you both later on at some point.", She said with an uncomfortably cheery smile.
You and Seokwoo begin walking towards the dining hall through multiple hallways with multiple paintings covering the gold walls.
"Wow, this looks so expensive." You begin looking around almost starstruck by how high class this place appears, Seokwoo smiles at you in reply. You two finally get to the lounge, there's so many people in these rooms, hundreds to thousands it feels like. Seokwoo easily finds the members and begins walking towards them pulling you alongside. Everyone greeted you normally, Inseong, Dawon and Youngbin hugging you as normal, Chanhi and Hwiyoung going with high fives and nodding at Taeyang, Zuho and Jaeyoon.Â
Soon after meeting with the members, they all had to go to the side to take photos, being idols made photos a common thing to happen in your relationship, however you didn't expect to be left alone for over an hour, when they had all gone and started talking with other people, you just took yourself to find some food and get a drink. After sitting on this red, velvet couch for a few minutes someone on who was seated on the other end began speaking to you.
"Hey, you look lonely, mind if I ask how your nightâs been?" Stated this blonde man, holding a small glass of wine that was almost empty.
"Uh, sure. I'm y/n, and you are?" You said putting you hand out for him to shake.
"Chanwoo, nice to meet someone so handsome at such a dull event." He said with a smirk on his face looking you up and down.
"Uh huh..that's so....nice..(I guess)." You say with a sense of overwhelming discomfort in your voice. However showing your discomfort with his compliment and him looking you up and down, he continued.
"You ever been to a place like this before? Somewhere so high class, with so many people willing to pay so much money, for such simple things." He spouted, in an attempt to hint at something more than just material goods.
"Nope, I'm pretty used to the simple life." You spoke with disdain in your voice, at this point you had moved further away from Chanwoo hoping you could get him to understand how uncomfortable he made you feel, however he just moved closer to you, now you're praying Seokwoo would just interrupt this and get you out of there, perfect, an idea came to mind thinking about Seokwoo.
"Hey, I'll be right back, I'm just going to check on my boyfriend to see how he's doing, won't be a moment." You say beginning to stand up, but Chanwoo grabs your hand and pulls you back on to the couch, throwing his arm around your shoulder.
"You shouldn't worry too much about a boyfriend, why don't you worry yourself with someone who could give you all you could ever want, all you need to do is trade a little of your time for that." Chanwoo had a firm grip on you, implying he wasn't going to let go.
"What are you trying to get at?" You bluntly ask with stern expression on your face, whilst attempting to pry his arm off from around your shoulder.
"I'm merely asking if you'd like to trade some...I don't know sexual favours for some riches. Does that sound nice 'Baby'." You shudder at the sound of being called 'Babyâ by this pervert. Still trying to pry him off of you, by now you two had been sitting like this for a few minutes and Seokwoo had walked back into the lounge noticing you sitting with some guy who was way too close for comfort. He rushed over to you. He yanked you up off the couch and without saying anything else as he began walking away, dragging you alongside with him outside.
"What was that?!" He began shouting, looking visually distressed. The other members could hear him, but they knew just to leave it alone and let you two handle yourselves.
"I don't know, he began propositioning me with money for sex and wouldn't let go of me, what was I supposed to do?!" You shouted almost as loudly as him.
"Call for me!" Seokwoo was clearly angered by the situation, he was clearly looking to start something with Chanwoo but before he could even move you placed your hands on his cheeks to bring his focus back onto you.
"I know what youâre thinking but, Hyung, don't. It's not worth it." You stated firmly looking him in the eyes.
"Youâre right. You are right. You know what I'm going to do instead?" Seokwoo said looking down at you.
"What?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at his newly forming smile.
"This!" He smiled wider, snaking one of his arms around your waist and bending down to put another arm behind your knees, picking you up.
"SEOKWOO PUT ME DOWN!!" You shout, clinging to Seokwoo's neck, trying not to fall. He giggles in response to your immediate panic.
"I love the way you cling to me." He laughed, slowly placing you back down.
"Next time just try a hug instead of trying to give me a heart attack!" You shout back with a panicked voice.
"Nah, sounds kind of boring." He says giggling, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. He kisses the top of your head and holds you for a while, before finally letting go. He looks up to the sky giving you time pull his tie a little pulling him down for you to kiss him, when you pull back from the kiss he pulls you back in for another one, this one being much longer.
"That was much better than be carried around." You whisper softly.
"Maybe I should try this more often, huh?" He replies.
The rest of the night continued as normal except now Chanwoo was nowhere to be found. You asked around a little bit and no one knew a blonde guy named Chanwoo, not even Jinsoo knew who he was, however she did show concern about you safety.
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"I'm never leaving you alone ever again." Seokwoo blatantly stated while pulling over out the front of your apartment building.
"What?" You raised an eyebrow at the random sentence that interrupted the comfortable silence.
"I don't want anyone to ever proposition you like that ever again. So I'm just never going to leave your side anymore." He grinned with the goofiest smile possible.
"I'm touched." You roll your eyes at his antics.
"Are you still staying the night?" You ask.
"Yeah, duh, I'm not leaving you alone, remember?" He winked at you.
You both burst into laughter from his very forward weird form of flirting.
"Good to know I have obtained a bodyguard after all this." You say as he places his hand in yours.
"You already had one." Seokwoo says as he leans over to kiss you.
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hanbin; three seconds
pairing; hanbin x reader
word count; 4.5k omg
genre; office au, fluff, soulmate au
summary; you and hanbin had worked together for years but it only took three seconds to change everything
a/n; that summary is so bad dhjkshg but hanbin is such a cutie!
Work was easy to you. There was nothing to stress about, nothing to trigger a mood swing or anything of the sort, and no loud bosses either. Since it was only punching in numbers, answering phones, presenting information and a bit of persuasion here and there, it was easy work. And of course, you liked easy work.
The people you worked with only added to the nice environment and made it a better workspace. First there was Bobby, your desk mate. He had the desk across from you which is why you coined the term âdeskmateâ. He was a goofball and only sometimes did his overly happy work mentality overwhelm you.
Next was Chanwoo. He was more on the serious side, although he still had a huge and intricate personality. He found a lot of things that were ironic to be funny, and so did you which made it really nice to be around him since you could share a laugh. He worked two desks away from Bobby.
Junhoe was someone that you wouldnât exactly say you were close with, but he would say you to were the best of friends. He would always somehow find you as you were in the break room or just at your desk trying to work and he would distract you either by flirting or just... being weird. He was cool, but you tried to keep your distance. Thankfully, he worked across the office.
Yunhyeong was another one of the people you enjoyed being around. He was a good worker, had a good sense of humor, and he was.. kind of cute. Of course, youâd never admit your small crush, but you enjoyed glancing at him from across the office.
Jinhwan had never really been someone you were close with either, but unlike Junhoe, he would agree. You both never had a reason to talk except for when the printer wasnât working or if you were in the same elevator. Of course, youâve had some conversations but you didnât talk often. He was one of the more âchillâ people at the office in your eyes.
Donghyuk was probably your favorite person at work. He was always cheerful but it never was too much. He knew when you were in a bad mood and when it was alright to play around with you. He sat in the desk next to yours so it was no wonder you both were practically best friends.
Lastly, Hanbin. You and Hanbin had worked together for years but you never got close enough to really know how he was. You heard about him though. He was practically the best worker at the office so the CEO would always pick him to present new ideas to the public. You hadnât had many opportunities to talk to him though. Because of that, you couldnât really figure out his character.
You figured that you wouldnât ever get to actually talk to him anyways because you never crossed paths. This day wouldnât be any different though, you were sure.
It started off as a normal day, nothing throwing you off. You arrived at the office and set your things down at your desk, getting settled to prepare for the day ahead of you. Almost immediately though, Junhoe, Chanwoo and Donghyuk were around your desk with gossip.
âY/N, did you hear?â Junhoe started off, crouching next to your desk.
You raised an eyebrow at his hushed tone, looking around to the other two men around you, âNo... I just got here. Is it something important?â
âOf course! We wouldnât be here if it wasnât,â Donghyuk said matter-of-factly as he lightly shoved your shoulder.
You took in his words, turning towards your desk but jumping a bit when you felt Junhoeâs breath on the side of your face. âItâs about Bobby,â he whispered, slowly backing away from you.
You let out an awkward laugh, âOkay guys, this is kind of weird. Why are you all acting like this?â
Chanwoo spoke up for the group, âBobby found his soulmate.â
Ah yes, soulmates. The one thing that almost everyone had in the world. There were some people who didnât have them, of course, but the majority of the world was destined to be with someone.
You and the idea of soulmates was a rollercoaster ride. When you were growing up, you had always thought that finding your soulmate would be a magical experience. You were looking forward to it with every ounce of your small heart.
And then you turned 15 and got your first and last boyfriend. You adored him, and you thought he adored you too. And he did adore you... until he found his soulmate. For him, it was the words on his wrist. You could say them as often as possible but it wasnât the same as when she said them to him, and his reaction to her words. You could play pretend but the fact of the matter was that your wrist was blank and his had his fateful sentence on it.
When he told you the news, you swore that you would never put your heart through that ever again. So, ever since then, you hadnât been in a relationship. That was 6 years ago and you still swore off dating. At least until you found the one you were fated to be with.
So with your history with the concept of soulmates, you didnât exactly know how to feel about being presented with this information. Sure, you were super happy for him. He found the one he was supposed to be with, of course you were happy, but you werenât really one for office gossip like this so you really had no idea why they were telling you.
âThatâs great,â you smiled, genuinely meaning your words, âIt was going to happen eventually.â
âBut do you know who it was though?â Junhoe questioned, finally pulling up a chair and leaning closer to you.
You leaned back a little in response, âNo... who is it?â
âThe CEOâs daughter,â he whispered. That got you to raise your eyebrow. Although it was his life and you had no business sticking your nose or any amount of interest into it, it did have a sort of entertaining side to it. Bobby was fated to be with the CEOâs daughter. That didnât happen every day.
As a result, the rest of the day was filled with your coworkers teasing Bobby about his soulmate and her position in the company. You didn't join in but it was a nice distraction to hear him stammer over his words because of his love life.
"Hey, Y/N," Yunhyeong tapped your desk, gaining your attention, "Can you take this to the CEO? It's just the monthly sales numbers."
"Oh, sure," you smiled, taking the folder and getting up from your desk.
Yunhyeong flashed one of his sweet smiles at you, making your heart almost fly out of your throat. "Thank you Y/N! You're the best."
Sometimes you wondered how it would be if you were soulmates with Yunhyeong. You knew it wouldn't happen because he had a mark on his wrist and you didn't. But only once in a while would you indulge in the fantasy of having him as a soulmate.
You would share secret glances, hold hands in the elevator, and leave work together. Maybe even a few secret kisses in the break room too. You let out an audible sigh as you continued your journey to your boss's office. It kind of hurt you to know that you wouldn't be his soulmate because you let yourself create such a vivid fantasy of being with him. You could imagine going home together, making him dinner, going out to restaurants together, but it wouldn't happen. He had a different soul-mark than you.
Every time you saw Yunhyeong in a short sleeved shirt, it would remind you that you could never be his.
Running along his left arm was a single black line meant to be his soul-mark. You didnât have a physical one though, or at least not that you knew of. Of course when you were a kid, you searched everywhere for a physical mark but you could never find it.
Since people typically had the same type of connection that their parents had, it would explain why yours wasnât physical. Your parents bumped into each other for their first meeting. Once they touched, a shock went through their body that felt as strong as a thunderbolt but didn't hurt. As soon as they felt the sensation, they both knew they were destined to be together. Yours wouldn't be exactly the same as theirs but from their history, you were positive it wouldn't be physical.
After thinking of your soul-mark, you decided to come back to reality, deeming it pointless to keep dreaming about a future with Yunhyeong when it wouldn't happen.
And at that exact moment, the universe decided to really... mess with you.
As you started to look up, you felt a force hit you, sending you to the ground. You tried to put your hands out behind you to break your fall, and they did... but they also twisted in a way that you knew wasn't good. They didnât feel broken though, thank goodness.Â
You let out a cry of pain and the person responsible for your fall crawled towards you.
"Y/N, are you okay?" A familiar voice asked, leaving you to forget about the pain for a bit.
Hanbin?
You pressed your palms to the floor to try and lift yourself up to get a good look but the pain shot through your arm and you yelped, falling back down.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Hanbin spoke out, crawling closer until his face was in view. He wasn't looking at you thoughâ or rather he was but only at your hands at your sides, "Are they okay?"
"I think so," you said with uncertainty running through your voice as you slowly tried to move them.
As gently as he could, Hanbin pulled one of your hands towards him. You felt something stir in your stomach from the way he looked at them, as if they were fragile.
But then, when your right hand was fully encased in his, you felt it.Â
You were sure you both felt it too because there was no way only you felt the shock run through your hand where he touched it. And it wasn't just a small shock either. It was a shock that ran from your hands all the way up to your head and mimicked a brain freeze.
You squeezed your eyes shut to try to get rid of the feeling but almost immediately after it came, it left. And that left you to the realization that you had definitely met your soulmate.Â
But you just touched Hanbin. That couldnât be rightâŠÂ right?
You opened your eyes and was met with Hanbinâs wide ones staring back at you. âDid you feel that?â He asked, a bit panicked.
You could only nod in response as he fell back into a sitting position, still holding your hand. This was weird. This was really weird. You both had been coworkers for a few years now. How had you not figured out you were soulmates until now? Shouldnât you have bumped into each other before?
After a few moments, you obtained your ability to speak again but the only thing that came out was, âI have to get this folder to the CEO.âÂ
And in a rush to not lose your job, you quickly got up and scurried away from a confused Hanbin.
You had gotten the folder back to the CEO and once you got back to your desk, you didnât have any pending assignments you had to take care of so technically you had free time. The problem wasnât with having time to talk to Hanbin though, it was what you were supposed to talk about. I mean, you had never really talked to Hanbin before you both bumped into each other so just going up to him and having a casual conversation was out of the picture since you wouldnât know what casual was with him.
So, during the rest of the work day, you ignored the throbbing in your wrist and stayed at your desk, your eyes glued to the screen in front of you so that you werenât tempted to look over at the man that you shared a fateful connection with.
âIf you donât take a break from the computer, your eyes can get messed up,â you heard someone say beside you. The sudden voice made you jump, which made them chuckle as you looked over your shoulder to see the culprit... which was Hanbin.
âSeriously, I donât think youâve looked up even once all day,â he frowned as you tried to find something to say to him.
The only thing you came up with was âI had a lot of work to do.âÂ
âSo much that you hadnât even looked at the clock yet?â He asked with the ghost of a smirk on his face. Your brows furrowed as you turned back to your screen to look at the time.Â
6:07 PM. You shouldâve gotten off work seven minutes ago.Â
âIâll walk you to the elevator,â he offered and although you were not trying to be in an enclosed space with Hanbin for more than one minute, you couldnât bring yourself to say âno thanksâ.
The walk to the elevator was quiet, but you didnât expect it to be amazing or filled with conversation. You both were just walking to the elevator after finding out you were soulmates. Not awkward at all.
As you boarded the elevator with Hanbin, you thought about all the other random strangers who found their soulmates. They would bump into each other or say the fateful words or happen to see the same soul-mark on a complete stranger and tackle them into a hug. Why couldnât you do that with Hanbin?
Every other girl in the office wouldâve jumped at the opportunity to be Hanbinâs soulmate but you were his actual soulmate yet you couldnât even form one sentence to say to him.
... Ah. Maybe itâs because youâve worked together for years now and never had an actual conversation.
âY/N,â Hanbin called out, gaining your attention for probably the third time today, âLetâs go. The elevator stoppedââ
âY/N! Hanbin!â You heard Junhoe call out, momentarily making you want to roll your eyes as hard as you could. But, alas, you refrained, âWeâre having a little party to congratulate Bobby and his soulmate. Everyone has to go since the CEO is going too, so come on!â
Reluctantly, you trudged behind Hanbin and made your way to your coworkers who were gathered by the door of the building waiting for you both. Once you had made it to the group, they all started to file out of the door and onto the sidewalks to the grilling restaurant up the street. The one they always went to for company dinners.Â
But you didnât mind. The food was good there.
The first half of the âpartyââ âdinnerâ?â was nice. You ate, you got to talk to a few of your coworkers, had some really nice conversations and got to know the people around you better. You even spoke to Hanbin a bit, although it was mostly to ask to pass certain seasonings and side dishes. But still! It counts! You went out of your way to talk to him even though he was sitting a little ways away from you!
But the second half... started to go downhill after Bobby directed a question towards you when Yunhyeong went to the restroom.
âSo, Y/N, how are you dealing with your crush?â he asked in between bites as if it was the most casual thing he could ask in front of all of your coworkers.
Your heart practically stopped beating, wanting to look over at Hanbin but having to force yourself not to as if you were going against nature, âWhat? What crush?â
âYour crush on Yunhyeong,â he reallyâ âWe all know you like him, so you canât deny it either.â Bobby continued to act nonchalant as though this was a normal thing to talk about. But you were freaking out.
âI donâtââ you swallowed thickly, feeling many curious eyes on you, âI donât like him. I donât know where you got that from but I do not like him.â The only thing you could try to do was deny the statement as much as you could. But if you thought about itâ about himâ you really didnât have any feelings for him anymore. You could try to think up a few scenarios in your head where you were married or whatever but they didnât hold the same kind of feeling that they did earlier today. Before you met your soulmate.
Bobby only sighed, finally putting down his food, âIâve seen the way you ogle at him on your break. You totally like him!â
Bobby was bearable most of the time, but right now he wasnât.Â
âI do not like him. We arenât fated together so I canât like him,â you responded, looking him dead in the eyes to try to get him off the subject. But he didnât budge.
âBut you havenât found your soulmates yet. Who says you canât have a little fun before then?â He shrugged with a smirk. At that moment, while rolling your eyes, they stopped on Hanbin, who was looking down at his food with a blank facial expression. He wasnât eating, he was just sitting there, staring at it as though it was a void that sucked him in and he couldnât look away.
The thing that brought him back was your next statement.
âI already found my soulmate.â
As if he was trying to break a world record of fastest head turn... or his neck, Hanbin quickly turned to look at you with wide eyes and an âoâ shaped mouth. You had... actually acknowledged it.
Hanbin swore he was going to have to spend a little time trying to make you warm up to him but you had acknowledged it by yourself. The situation was less than ideal but still... it made his heart skip a beat.Â
But you saying this made the whole table gasp. And apparently you said it right when Yunhyeong came back.
âY/N found her soulmate? Who is it?â He asked as he pulled out his chair to sit down. You heard a few mumbles of agreement, people wanting to know who you were fated with, and you considered telling them. But you stopped.
Were you really going to reveal that Hanbin was your soulmate in front of everyone? How would they treat you both at the office? It was as if time stood still as everyone awaited your response. But just the fact that you were considering telling them was enough for him.
âHey now,â Hanbin started, stealing the spotlight from you and practically saving your life, âShe doesnât have to tell us who sheâs fated with. Thatâs personal.â
Junhoe groaned, âWay to ruin the fun.âÂ
You didnât miss the small smile Hanbin shot your way when everyone went back to their regular conversations.
After the company celebration, you all slowly made your way out of the restaurant. Everyone was still buzzing from the event so they were all deep in conversation. You though? You were still thinking about the way Hanbin helped you out back at the table.
There were a few more times where he intervened when you were asked something you obviously didnât want to answer and there were times where he asked you small questions here and there to try to get you engaged in the surrounding conversations, but you were focused on that one time. Even thinking about it still made something erupt in your heart.
You wish your little âcrushâ wasnât revealed but it was and you had to deal with that. But rather than ignoring you or being mad that you liked someone directly before knowing about him, he helped you out.
And he even smiled at you!
And you didnât know if it was because you were soulmates or because you had never really paid attention to Hanbin before now but his smile really did things to your heart. One too many times had your heart fluttered during the dinner and sometimes when you caught Hanbin looking over at you, you thought that you would love to have that gaze framed and displayed on your wall. But, of course, you pushed that thought away.
Before you realized it, everyone from the celebration had made it out of the restaurant and onto the street. People were getting their rides figured out and carpooling with others, and some were even too drunk to walk straight so they had to be carried and have a taxi called for them. Meanwhile you were just looking for a clearing so you could make it to the bus.
As you looked around the sidewalk, you noticed that Hanbin was weaving through the crowd. âIt would be nice if he was trying to get to me,â you thought but then shook those thoughts away when you saw that Hanbin was, indeed, making his way to you.
âY/N, you ride the bus right?â He asked when he got to you. You could only nod as he smiled, âLetâs go then. The bus should be arriving soon.â
You said your goodbyes to the rest of your team and hurriedly made your way to the bus. Sitting down at the bus stop, you shifted a little, feeling a bit awkward sitting so close to Hanbin when all you could think about was his smile and how his hands would feel linked with yours. But he didnât seem to notice.
âHey, Hanbin?â You called out, wanting to break the silence and also just curious. He looked over at you with raised eyebrows, motioning for you to continue, âHowâd you know I rode this bus?â
âOh, I ride this bus too. You probably didnât notice though since I sit in the back,â he chuckled softly while you let out a small âohâ.
Once the bus finally came, Hanbin led the both of you onto it and into a seat towards the back. The bus started to roll ahead toward your destinations but you hadnât found anything to talk about. It wasnât awkward silence that engulfed you both, it was still comfortable but you just didnât want it to be there. You wanted to talk to him.Â
And Hanbin wanted to talk to you too.
Truthfully, he had wanted to talk to you about a lot of things but he thought it would be weird to you. He wanted to talk to you before today too. But now that todayâs events had happened, he decided that there was no better time to talk to you than now. Especially after you both had warmed up to each other as much as you had in such a short time.
âYou know,â he started out, âIt kind of made me sad to know that you liked Yunhyeong before.â
Your heart stopped for a second or two before you turned to face him, âHey, I didnâtââ
âI know,â he interrupted with a laugh, âItâs in the past now anyways. But it still makes me a bit sad.â He let out a sigh, looking towards the window, âYou know, I had a crush on someone before I found out too.â
âReally?â you frowned, âThen why were you sad about me having a crush?â
He took this time to turn towards you, and you noticed you both were a lot closer than you thought you were.
âBecause you were my crush.â
You felt coldness rush over your face as you processed his words. While you were busy staring at Yunhyeong, Hanbin was busy staring at you. Oh my god.
Hanbin could only laugh at your reaction, continuing his âspeechâ, âIâm really glad I bumped into you today though. Out of the many people I couldâve been fated with, it just happened to be you. That makes me really happy.â
The smile on his face as he looked at you made it hard not to smile back.
âYou being happy makes me really happy,â you managed to say to him, making his smile even wider.
A few moments passed as you both looked away from each other and towards the road in front of you. And after those moments passed and a mellow mood surrounded both of you, Hanbin reached for your hand slowly, locking your fingers together as you rode off into the metaphorical sunset together. When you didnât move to unlink them, Hanbin smiled softly, looking down at where your hands met.
After a few moments of silence as you held hands, Hanbin spoke up, his voice barely in a whisper that you wouldnât have caught if you werenât paying attention, âI really like you.â
Maybe being soulmates with Hanbin wouldnât be awkward at all.
When your stop came up, you started to get off the bus with Hanbin following you, not once letting go of your hand. When you were officially off the bus, you faced Hanbin with a frown, âThis isnât your stop.â
âI know,â he replied with a soft smile, âIâm walking you home.â
It felt as though your heart was a cord and Hanbin was tangling it up as if it wasnât such an important thing. Hanbinâs gentle gaze on you made butterflies suddenly appear in your stomach and flutter around as though they had enough space to do so. You felt a smile inch its way onto your face but you tried to mask it with a frown.
âYou donât have to.â
Almost immediately after those words left your lips, Hanbin responded with, âI want to,â and suddenly you couldnât mask your smile anymore as you turned to start walking to your apartment. Hanbin followed suit with an even wider smile than he had before because he caught the smile you were trying to hide.
As you neared your apartment, your steps started to slow down. You stopped in front of your building, turning to face him. âThis is where I get off,â you sighed.
âWell then, I guess this is goodbye,â Hanbin said, adding âsoulmateâ at the end with a teasing tone and a light smirk.Â
You laughed, âSee you tomorrow, soulmate.â
He smiled in response, âSee you tomorrow.â
And as you entered your building, the memory of your hand in Hanbinâs still fresh in your mind, a blissful smile plastered itself onto your face as you thought back onto todayâs events. This day was certainly not a normal day, but you were more than okay with that.
The one thing you were certain of was that you were definitely looking forward to what tomorrow would have in store.
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this is why i love you
Pairing: jung chanwoo x reader
Summary:Â âWhy do I even like you?â
âIâm home!â
You kicked off your shoes while juggling the bag full of goodies in your arms. With one free hand, you tried to loosen the laces as you had tied it a little too tight when you ran out earlier. You lost your balance a few times, nearly falling, and dropping the bag until you would catch yourself. Thankfully, you managed to not hurt yourself, or damage the food you brought home.
You walked towards the living room to find no one. You checked your phone to make sure you didnât miss them without realizing, but there was no text telling you that they had left you to go to the studio or something. You furrowed your eyebrows as you placed the bag down on the coffee table.
âHm, where could they be?â
You went off to investigate. Though, you should have been more careful with what you had in the bag.
A humming passerby who had just come out of his room for a quick snack took notice of the newly placed bag. Bobby glanced at it, and kept walking. Then, he backtracked, and was faced by what could possibly be in there. He took a look around.
âThereâs no name on it, but I shouldnât look.â Booby shook his head, and shrugged before continuing to the kitchen like he originally planned. Somehow, he found himself standing in front of the bag again. âOne look wonât hurt, right? I mean itâs probably just food from how nicely wrapped it is.â
That one glance he took into the bag made a beaming smile appear on his lips. It was a box full of chocolate strawberries. He let out a sound of happiness, and picked up the bag.
âI didnât see a name, so.â He whistled as he took it with him to his room.
Moments later, you came downstairs, dejected that you couldnât find anyone. Especially the person you had came here for.
âI guess Iâll just send him a text to meet-â You paused mid text when you realized there was something missing. You gasped, and looked around. You looked on both sides of the table, behind the couch, under the couch cushions and pillows, under the lamp. No matter how much you wish it wasnât true, the bag was gone.
âIt couldnât have grown legs, and ran off, right?â You nervously laughed. You had officially lost it. You, and Chanwoo have been up for hours on end for the past few days. The strawberries were a treat for the both of you to share for fighting through countless rounds of video games.
While in the midst of you questioning your life, Bobby walked in. He ran out of napkins in his room, and went to get some more when he spotted you all distraught.
âOh. Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?â
âJust the usual. Questioning everything I know right.â
âRight,â He chuckled, and shook his head at your dejected state.
âAnyway, whereâs Chanwoo?â
âHe got called in half an hour ago for a session at the studio. You just missed him. Why? Did you need him for something?â
You sighed, and fell to your knees. âGreat. My luck is just at an all time low today.â
He raised an eyebrow, and crouched down to your level. âWhat do you mean?â
âI bought some chocolate strawberries for Chanwoo, and I to share since heâs been craving some.â
âWait, heâs been having cravings for chocolate strawberries instead of just plain strawberries?â
âHe is an expensive man with expensive taste. Anyway, back to my story. I placed it right here on the coffee table. Then, when I came back after searching for you boys, it was gone! Now, Iâm in a state of distress!â
Bobbyâs eyes widened.
âYou mean chocolate strawberries from the cafe down the street?â
You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. âYeah, that one. Why? What do you know, Bobby?â
âBecause I kind of have them in my room?â
âHuh?â
âI saw them, and took them. It was as if it was calling for me to take it.â
âBobby,â You whined.
âI didnât eat any of them yet.â
âThank goodness!â
âBut.â
âWhy do I sense something malicious in that but?â
âIf you want them back, youâre going to have a dance battle with me or you wonât be getting any! Iâve been craving them too, so Iâm not going to give them away so easily.â
âBut I canât dance, and why a dance battle out of all things?â
âWhy not?â He shrugged. âYou just have to dance, silly. As long as I think youâre better than me, Iâll let you have the victory. Simple.â
âNot simple. You will never deem me better than you at dancing.â
âYou do have a point.â
You rolled your eyes.
âBut you do want the strawberries, donât you?â
You took a deep breath, and accepted what you had to do. It was for the sake of Chanwoo after all. You couldnât be giving in too easily. You looked back at his smug smile, then nodded.
âIâll do it.â
His smirk widened. âLetâs begin.â
âIâm home.â
Chanwoo walked in an unusually loud filled dorm. He kicked off his shoes, and walked inside, stunned with what he found. With one of their songs blasting through the speakers, you, and Bobby were wiggling your limbs in the middle of the room.
âWhat the.â He tilted his head, and crossed his arms as he couldnât help but watch. You were basically just flailing around, swinging your bodies and limbs in different ways that did not look normal. âWhat are they doing?â
âVictory will be mine, Kim!â
âIn your dreams! I will never give in!â
Then, the dancing intensified, and at this point, he had to question everything he knew.
âWhy do I even like you?â Chanwoo sighed. What was he to do with you?Â
As he spoke these words, he caught your gaze from across the room. Your eyes brightened, and you gave him a big smile. You were slightly out of breath, but because of the fierce determination in your eyes, you werenât giving up anytime soon. If anything, you, and Bobby got even more serious with your âdance movesâ if you could even call them that.
He softly chuckled, and shook his head. âAh, thatâs why. Thatâs why I love you.â
Bobby held his hand up, and turned off the music as you stopped dancing. You bit your lip in anticipation, and he let out a sigh.
âFine. You win this time, but I still canât accept you as a better dancer.â
âAs long as I get the strawberries,â You panted, then smiled as the two of you high fived. He then ran off to get the bag from his room. You ran over to Chanwoo with it in hand, and gave him a big smile. You poked him in the cheek, and wore a smug look on your face. âI am the champion.â
He couldnât help but grin, and shook his head. Before you could say anything more, he engulfed you in a big hug.
âYou are such a dork. What were the two of you even doing, dancing like that?â
You pulled away to get a good look at him. âBobby was holding the chocolate strawberries hostage. Of course, I had to get them back for your sake! Even if it meant I had to have a dance battle with him.â
âThat was a dance battle? That was anything but dancing!â Chanwoo laughed as he fed you a strawberry. You frowned, and took a bite.
âIâm insulted!â
âWait, wait! Iâm sorry! Itâs just that you two looked like worms.â
You stood up, and he caught your wrist before you could walk away. You plopped back down on the floor as he tried to suppress his laughter.
âAre you done yet?â
âCan you just do that one move when I walked in? I think that was my favorite out of all of-â Before he could finish, you hit his arm. He giggled, and brought you into his arms while you were still pouting at him. âIâm sorry. I just had to tease you a little.â
âHmph!â You turned your head away. He grinned, and kissed your cheek over, and over again. He kept you trapped in his arms, leaving you no space to make an escape. You tried your best not to give in, wanting to take a stand. âThatâs not fair!â
âI love you,â He hummed, and gave you one big kiss, followed by a loud kissing noise. âThank you for defending our strawberries.â
âJust eat them already.â
âLet me feed them to you first. Say ah!â
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Laundry Day (Koo Junhoe x Reader Oneshot)
Itâs just one of those days.
The weatherâs nice for once, after a week-long cold spell. Everyone seems keen on spending time outdoors: picnics at the park, a long hike, an al fresco brunch at the corner cafĂ©.
Everyone, it seems, except you. Because laundry day.
If you ever win the lottery - which will never happen because you never buy a ticket (and even if you did buy a ticket, John Oliver once said the chances of winning the lottery are as slim as you getting struck by lightning for the second time in the same place while being eaten by a shark) â your only extravagant spending would be to shop for clothes every week, wear them once and discard them, so you never have to do laundry ever again.
Of course, by then you can probably just hire someone to do the laundry for you, among other adulting things like doing dishes and cleaning your apartment. That would be a good way to spend your lottery winnings.
The thing is, at this particular moment, you donât even really need to win the lottery to avoid doing laundry. On this lovely day, for instance, you couldâve just driven to your parentsâ house, and your mom wouldâve gladly taken your dirty clothes for her to wash because she likes to think youâre still her baby who needs her to do the laundry. You probably wouldâve been treated to a delicious breakfast free-of-charge too.
But noooo. Because youâre so keen on proving to your parents that youâre already getting used to this whole living on your own, adulting thing, you stubbornly trudged to the laundromat this morning in your ugliest pair of sweatpants and rattiest shirt (they were the only clean clothes you had left) to do your own laundry. Even if itâs literally the last thing you want to do today.
âAm I supposed to separate the shirts and the pants?â a voice next to you says, to no one in particular, because the boy who said it seems to be talking to himself while looking at the clothes in his hands, a white shirt in one, black track pants on the other. His thick brows are furrowed in confusion, like hairy caterpillars headbutting each other at the center of his forehead.
He mustâve felt you staring at him because he suddenly jerks his head up and turns to you. He blinks once, twice, looking lost.
âUmm, you need to separate your white clothes from the other colors.â
âIt doesnât matter if theyâre tops or bottoms?â
âNope.â
âHmm.â Lost Boy puts all his white clothes in one machine and the others in the machine next to it. âGood thing I only have black or white clothes,â he murmurs to himself.
âHey, what am I supposed to do with this?â he turns to you again, this time with a pair of bright red boxers in his hand.
âUmm, wash it?â You tell him, looking away. Itâs not that youâre a prude or anything, but itâs not every day that you have random guys just showing you their dirty underwear.
âYeah, but do I need to put it in a new machine? Itâs the only thing I have thatâs red.â
Is this guy being serious? Does he really not know how laundry works? âYou can mix it in with your black clothes, itâs fine.â
âOh. Hmm.â Lost Boy grunts in acknowledgement before turning to his laundry again.
You almost want to move machines, far enough away from Lost Boy to ensure no more sightings of his underwear, but youâve already put all your clothes in the washer, so you shut the door and start the cycle. In the corner of your eye, you see Lost Boy watching what youâre doing and doing the same thing. You pointedly ignore him, walking past him without making eye contact as you sit on a bench across the machines and start reading the book you brought with you to while the time away.
To your horror, he sits right next to you. The laundromat is literally empty except for the two of you and there are so many benches around that he can have all to himself, but he decides to sit next to you.
The weather is nice out, you donât have work today, yet youâre stuck indoors, doing your most hated chore, with the weirdest boy ever.
âIâm Junhoe by the way. Thanks for the help,â Lost Boy says, extending a hand for you to shake. Â âYou probably think Iâm super dumb. Canât even do a bunch of laundry. Itâs just this whole adulting thing is new to me, you know? I havenât been on my own for very long.â
He smiles shyly, and you canât help but notice the way it spreads to his entire face, his eyes turning into crescents and his cheeks lifting. He ruffles his dark hair and shrugs, fixing the way his shirt falls on his shoulders.
Maybe his candidness softens you up a little bit. Maybe you find a kindred spirit in him with his misadventures into adulting. You start to think that maybe you judged him a little too quickly.
âCanât blame you. Living on your own is not easy. And Iâve been doing it a couple of years,â you assure him.
âRight? Itâs like when you were playing house as a kid, except thereâs nothing fun about it. I donât know how to cook, so I keep burning everything â â
âI hate washing dishes.â
âTaking out the trash is a nightmare.â
âCleaning the toilet is horrific.â
âThe toilet! Oh that is the worst. Worst thing ever.â
After your litany of common complaints you lock eyes and canât help but laugh at how whiney youâve both become.
âDoing laundry is the actual worst though. So boring,â you say before you turn back to your book.
âHmm. I donât know. I think it has its charms,â he says, and when you look up from your book to look at him, heâs looking right back at you with his puppy dog eyes and a goofy smile on his face.
Well. Â
Your little staring contest is interrupted by the beeps of the washing machines, and somehow it feels like a spell has been broken. You both stand up to collect your clothes. But as soon as you open the door to your washing machine, it hits you.
You forgot to put detergent before you started the cycle.
You bury your face in your hands and sigh loudly in frustration.
âA-are you okay?â Junhoe asks.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Itâs nothing. I just forgot to put detergent in the machine so now I have to start over again. Iâm so stupid.â
Resolved to your fate of being stuck in this laundromat for the entire day, youâre about to get detergent when Junhoe opens the door to his machine, steps back, and scratches his head.
âWould you look at that. I forgot to put detergent in my machine too.â He turns to you with the brightest smile youâve ever seen, as if heâs won the lottery instead of having been sentenced to another eternity of waiting for a laundry cycle to finish.
Maybe his smile, however misplaced, cheers you up a little bit. Maybe the thought that at least you still get to spend time with him makes you feel a little better about your little mistake.
You both end up getting detergent and starting the cycles on your machines again. In a parallel universe where youâre just as absentminded but without this weird, Lost Boy Junhoe around, this wouldâve been the worst day. But because heâs here, maybe it isnât so bad.
âSo hey, do you wanna grab a bite to eat or something? While we wait for the laundry and all,â Junhoe asks you all of a sudden.
âWeâre not supposed to leave our laundry unattended.â
âThereâs no one in attendance to witness us leaving our laundry unattended. Come on, itâs such a nice day! We can sit outside at the cafĂ© and share a pie or something.â He smiles that megawatt smile of his again, and you realize he has the kind of smile and stare that will make it nearly impossible for anyone to say no to him.
So naturally, you say yes.
âItâs a good thing you suck at doing laundry like me,â you tell him as you walk out of the laundromat to head for the cafĂ©. âI mean what are the chances of both of us forgetting to put detergent in?â
âI know. Itâs like the universe is trying to tell us something,â he teases with a knowing grin.
    *****
Junhoe opens the door of the laundromat for her. Heâs not entirely sure what drew him to her from the very beginning. Maybe itâs the fact that sheâs wearing a plain white shirt and black track pants almost identical to his. Maybe itâs the way she was humming a tune to herself when she thought there was no one else at the laundromat with her. Maybe itâs the amount of patience she demonstrated when he asked her all those stupid questions. Maybe it was the cute way she puffed her cheeks and pouted when she realized the mistake she made with the laundry.
 Good thing he accidentally-on-purpose made the same mistake she did.
 Once heâs back in Seoul, heâs definitely telling Chanwoo this story â if you ever want to meet a girl, forget to put detergent in the machine with your laundry. Â
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The First Class Boy
Pairing: Chanwoo x Reader
Genre: SMUT
Words: 1k+
The first time you saw Jung Chanwoo, you immediately thought he was the kind of person who was always serious and super strict with their studies and works. He was the perfect cliché of the little intellectual. You weren't the kind of person who believed in the stereotypes but this time you couldn't help yourself. He was wearing glasses, was most of the time alone and was always the first one to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question. You never understood these people and seeing that Chanwoo actually clearly enjoyed being like this was even weirder to you. However, your mind about him changed a lot a few weeks after the beginning of school. One of your friends had invited you to a party held by Song Minho, one of the most popular boys at school. You weren't really the kind of person to go to a party but you decided to do an exception this time. You took something to drink and you joined your friends who were dancing with a bunch of boys. After a few minutes, you went to see other people that you knew and as you were talking, you noticed a known head. He didn't have his glasses and was laughing out loud with some other boys that you had seen around the school. He fastly noticed that you were looking at him and he gave you a cute smile and wink. You immediately looked away when you saw that he noticed you and you started to blush. You weren't used to this kind of attention and your heart fluttered a little bit. This was definitely not the Chanwoo you were used to see in class or at school. Plus, he was way better looking without his glasses and his smile was truly beautiful. He was definitely the kind of guy you would look at simply because he was cute.
Later in the evening, you were serving yourself another drink at the same time as someone else and you didn't notice who it was until you heard that person talking to you.
-Hey.
You turned around and saw Chanwoo smiling at you. You smiled back at him and answered him.
-Hey!
-Do you enjoy the party?
-Well, I guess it's okay. I don't really like parties, to be honest.
-Me neither but Yunhyeong convinced me to come. And I think I made the right choice, he said while looking at you with a little smirk. Would you like to dance with me?
-I would but I can't.
-Why not? You have to leave?
-Oh no! That's not it. I'm just an incredibly bad dancer.
-It can't be that bad, he said while taking your hand to bring you on the dance floor.
-No, Chanwoo! Please! This is just going to be embarrassing for the both of us!
He didn't listen to what you said and turned around to put his hands on your waist. He then started to move slowly on the beat of the music and made you move along with him. You were really shy about what was going on but you actually enjoyed it. You were wearing a crop top so you could feel his hands on your waist, making your body feel hotter. You finally wrapped your arms around his neck and he got you closer to him.
-You are... quite different from the Chanwoo I see every day in class.
-Well, let's just say that my parents wouldn't be happy to see me like this. I don't really enjoy parties but I'm not addicted to studying, which my parents don't really accept. They want me to become a doctor but... that's not my plan. It's just... not for me.
-Oh, I think you would be sexy as a doctor.
He laughed a little bit and gripped your waist a bit more tightly. He then looked down on you and bit his lower lip.
-I guess you wouldn't look bad as a sexy little nurse.
You looked at him in the eyes and saw how close to each other you were. You could feel his breath on your mouth and that made you want to kiss him. His lips were tempting and they were irredeemably calling you. You slowly got even closer to him and finally pressed your lips against his. A firework exploded in your belly as he started to kiss you back. His hands went down to your butt and pressed them with his big hands. It felt good to feel his touch on you and you could only ask for more. You hadn't done anything in a long time and Chanwoo was really tempting. He broke the kiss after a few seconds when he needed to breathe but he didn't let go of you. No, he just held on tighter to you. His hands were still laying on your butt and his head slowly went to your neck, leaving soft kisses on it, making you hold on to him.
-Chanwoo...
He went back to your lips and kissed you passionately. The kiss became more intense and soon enough, his tongue met yours in a hot dance. Your bodies were calling each other and you just couldn't let go of the other. It was the best kiss you had ever shared and his lips were really soft. You didn't want to break the kiss but he did so anyway and looked at you with lusty eyes.
-I want you real bad.
You got closer to his neck and gave it a little kiss before whispering in his ear.
-Then make me yours, Jung Chanwoo.
He shuddered a little bit and looked back at you.
-My apartment is not far away, we could go there? It would be more... comfortable.
-Let's go, I can't wait anymore.
He took your hand and you both walked out of the house. About five minutes later, you arrived at his place and once the door was closed and locked, he pushed you on it and kissed you intensively.
-I promise you won't get bored tonight, princess.
-I can't wait to see that, you said in a smirk.
He smiled back before kissing you again and lift you up under your thighs to take you in his arms. You were surprised at first but when you felt his hardness through your clothes, you moved your hips to meet his. He growled a little bit and then walked to his room. The kiss was passionate and full of lust. You wanted him to fuck you so bad, you had never felt this way. Soon enough, he laid you down on his bed and took off your and his shirt. You could see his slightly shaped abs and he had a beautiful view on your breast covered with a lavenderish bra. He softly touched your skin and went to your back to untie your bra and free your boobs. As he looked at your almost naked body, his eyes became even more full of lust and that send shivers down your spine. No one had ever looked at you this way and it made you feel kind of special. You smiled at him and kissed him again while your hands were going down to detach his pants button and unzip them. He then took off all his remaining clothes and he did the same with you, leaving you completely naked.
-You drive me crazy, he said while his fingers were brushing your soft skin.
His hands went down on you and he got closer to your pussy. His fingers caressed your clit, making you moan a little bit under his touch. He then entered one of his fingers in you and slowly moved it. At the same time, his mouth was kissing your neck and leaving hickeys here and there. He then went to your boobs and started sucking on your nipples, while another finger was entering you. He started to move his fingers faster and bite some parts of your neck and clavicles. Your hands went to his back and you started to scratch his back, making him groan a little bit. You felt his fingers hook inside of you and that made you arch your back. The pleasure was taking over you but you wanted to make Chanwoo feel good too. One of your hands slid from his back to his torso and you slid it down to meet his hard cock. He whimpered a little bit and his hand slowed down a little. You started to masturbate him and you could see he was feeling really good with the little noises he was doing. Soon enough, he put out his fingers and put away your hand. He wanted you and it was now. He put on a condom and finally entered you. A long moan escaped your mouth as you felt his length entering you slowly. You could hear him groan a little bit in your ear and it made you shiver. He fastly started to move and he immediately took a fast pace, due to his impatience of finally being in you. He was fast and rough but he never hurt you and made you feel good all the time. Some time had passed when his moves became sloppier and that more sounds were coming out of his mouth.
-(Y/N)... I'm... I'm gonna cum...
All you could answer was a loud moan and scratches on his back. A few minutes later, he was giving his final moves as he came, making you cum as well. After a few minutes of him laying down on you and catching his breath, he put out of you, threw the protection in the garbage and cleaned himself. He then laid next to you and took you his arms. You quickly fell asleep, feeling protected in his arms.
-Now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go, (Y/L/N) (Y/N).
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