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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy... | Final Part

A/N: this is the main ending. there is an alternative ending available for the other boy on patreon. the link for which is found at the end of this chapter.

Word count: 13k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, mostly dom!reader, face-sitting, PIV sex, dirty talk, creampie, handjob, heartbreak.

“Hey, baby.” You greet Yeonjun, giving him a kiss on the lips. “Ready to go?”

You were picking him up to go home after a long day of work for the both of you. You had in mind a night of drinking wine and complaining about your day until you passed out in his arms and you can’t wait to get home already.

“Just a little longer, doll.” He tells you and you immediately start whining. “Junnie… those two bottles of wine I bought aren’t gonna drink themselves. We gotta get cracking.”

He chuckles tiredly. “While I appreciate your efforts to get me drunk, Beomgyu has composed a new song and I need to stay back to hear it.”

“Oh.” It’s still so weird to you how you now have to hear news about what your best friend is up to from other people. You used to know these things first. If this was a few months ago, you’d have already heard the song before anyone else did. But now you’re lucky if you even get to hear it at all.

But that’s for the best. You’re doing good with Yeonjun. You’re doing good without Beomgyu. You’re breathing. You’re eating. Your heart is beating… maybe even for someone else for a change. It may have been excruciatingly painful at first–forcing yourself to step away from him, not seeking him out to try to make things better after your most recent fallout, not jumping at the chance when he reached out himself, pretending like you’re too busy to see him, making up excuses so you won’t be alone with him, building up your walls so maybe one day you can stand in a room with him and not have to hold back every cell of your body from throwing yourself at his feet and begging him to love you, but you’ve gotten a lot better at it.

“Do you wanna listen to it?” Yeonjun asks when he sees your curiosity, but you hesitate. Should you? Maybe you should just wait in the car…

But when you see Beomgyu come out with his acoustic guitar and set it on his lap, you find yourself nodding and grabbing a seat next to Yeonjun. You miss hearing him sing. You miss being privy to his passions and whims. Maybe it's selfish of you to allow yourself the opportunity to witness more of him than you’re willing to give him but you never claimed to not be selfish.

As if Beomgyu shares your thoughts, he glances at you, hesitating for a second and you can see the thoughts flitting behind his pretty eyes–you know him too well. Is he thinking about kicking you out? Does he not want you to hear the song because you’ve been keeping your distance from him?

Eventually though he looks down at his guitar and starts to play, and as soon as the first words leave his lips, your heart drops.

Oh, I’m falling in love

As time goes by

As my feelings grow

I’m becoming more anxious

How deep is your love?

I want to ask

Couldn’t it be the same if not deeper?

Your heart lurches in your chest at the lyrics. Falling in love? Is Beomgyu falling in love with Haeun? You know you have no right to feel hurt by this but you do. Why couldn’t he have loved you? What does he see in her that you couldn’t have given him? Is she prettier than you? Smarter? Kinder? Funnier? What was it that made you fall short of deserving his love?

Seeing you change little by little

I’m afraid I’ll lose you

Not mine

My one minute, one second

Take them all

All my time is yours

Why?

Why have you changed?

Why are you so far away from me?

Now we are at different paths.

It hurts even more that it seems she’s not reciprocating his feelings. She has everything you want and she doesn’t even want it. He’s willing to give her everything but it seems it’s not enough for her. Oh how cruelly ironic.

She seemed to be very into him before, at least after the band got more popular, and with every increase in their popularity, she attached herself to him more and more, but something must’ve gone wrong along the line. You have known for some time that Beomgyu and Haeun have been having relationship troubles but you don’t know exactly what because Beomgyu hasn’t told anyone but you guess it’s really bad if this song is about them.

Is she in love with someone else? Has she lost interest? How could she do it so easily when it’s taking everything in you to do the same. Can she tell you her secret so you can stop suffering and give your heart completely to the man who actually wants it?

How can I go back

To our beginning

When we were looking at the same place

The when we had the same heart

I hope you don’t know it

This feeling

Even though I love you

I still feel alone

He’s hiding it from her, afraid to reveal his feelings–maybe because he thinks she doesn’t feel the same way, that if he reveals them she’ll reject him. You know that feeling all too well. You wish you could protect him from it even if he was the cause of your own similar pain.

As the chorus repeats, you become even more sure that the song is about him. You can hear the anguish so clearly in his voice. Beomgyu has always been so talented, always able to give his all to the song and live it as if it’s his own, but you know him too well. You know this is real pain.

I’m drowning in you

Don’t leave me like this

As the bridge reaches its climax, your body shakes, wanting to lunge forward and take him into your arms, to save him from himself even if it would tear you to pieces. But you can’t. You don’t have the right to anymore. All you can do is sit there and wait for him to finish his song, wait for the boys to discuss it as if it’s not his heart being laid out in the open to be dissected.

“What do you think?” He asks once the song is over, biting the skin of his finger, a nervous habit you’ve always quietly found adorable. You would always grab his hand and kiss the poor finger better, scolding him for hurting himself, but secretly you loved it. You loved having his hand in yours. You loved having an excuse to press your lips against him. And you loved the smile he would always give you in response.

“It’s really good." Kai says, impressed. "Didn’t know that someone as emotionally stunted as you could come up with such a moving song."

"Fuck off." Beomgyu mutters, not in the mood for jokes, obviously nervous to see what the others think.

“Yeah, I like it too. You said you’re thinking of having violins in the opening?” Taehyun asks, picking up a music sheet.

Beomgyu nods. “Yeah. I know we’ve never done that before but I feel like it would really add to the atmosphere of the song.”

"I think it could be fun." Taehyun hums, turning to Soobin. “What do you think?”

"I agree. It's good to experiment a bit while still maintaining our sound which I think this song does really well. It could expose us to more people while still not alienating our existing fanbase.” He praises and Beomgyu smiles, relieved at his song being so well-received by the other members. “I especially like the bridge part. I think once Yeonjun sings it, it would really elevate the song.”

Beomgyu's face falls at that but he quickly covers it up. You furrow your eyebrows. That can't feel good, being compared negatively with Yeonjun, even if Soobin didn't mean it like that.

You look at Yeonjun, who hadn't said a word so far. He was staring at Beomgyu weirdly. Did he not like the song?

You nudge him, giving him a questioning look and he just shakes his head, smiling at you before saying, "I like it. Good job, man."

Beomgyu gives him a tense smile in response, and the group falls into an awkward silence for a few seconds–a weird tension hanging in the air, before Soobin clears his throat and begins discussing how they'll play the song, what parts could be improved and who will get which part. You don’t really listen anymore, just looking between Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

Your boyfriend seems to have gotten over his weird reaction, now focused on the technicalities. Beomgyu is focused too but he doesn’t look as enthusiastic as you expected him to be–as you'd seen him get when talking about his songs before–and it's more proof to you that this is a very personal song to him.

As the boys finally break up after a while, most of them going their separate ways to pack up their stuff and get ready to leave, your boyfriend stays behind with Soobin, still discussing something with him. That’s when you spot Beomgyu alone, putting his guitar in its case, and you take the opportunity to go talk to him, unable to hold yourself back this time.

“Hey, Beomgyu, that song was really good.” You start by saying, wanting to congratulate him on a really good song but also needing an opener. But Beomgyu doesn’t say anything in response, simply giving you a blank look–which fucking hurt but you guess you deserve it–so you continue lamely, trying to get him to respond. “You’re really talented. I don’t think you’re gonna need to moonlight as a stripper anymore.” You try to joke but again he doesn’t really say anything, turning his attention back to his guitar bag which he zips up.

“Umm… Beomgyu, that song… is it about you?” You bite the bullet, and he finally gives you some sort of response, albeit nonverbal. He looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Is it about you and Haeun?”

“What?” He frowns and you explain yourself nervously, hoping you weren’t overstepping boundaries that have sprung up in your absence. “Well, the song is about a guy who loves someone who doesn’t feel the same about him and how she’s changing and being distant… is that what’s happening with Haeun?”

He sighs. “Maybe. So what?”

You wince at his callousness, like he doesn’t have time for you. You suppose you brought it on yourself with the way you've been avoiding him. Still you ignore it, determined to tell him what you think anyway. “Well, if it is, you should tell her. Tell her how you feel, she might feel the same way and you don’t even know. You might both be pulling away when all you want is to be with each other.” Yes, you know how hypocritical it is of you to say that but you can’t imagine a world in which anyone would reject Beomgyu’s love. “If you love her then you should tell her, right?”

He snorts. “What do you even know about how I feel? Do you have any idea about the amount of hurt and self-loathing it would cause me if she doesn’t feel the same way? How it would ruin our relationship if she’s not where I am?”

“I know.” You grit down on that same pain. “I know.”

He pauses, his anger burning out as soon as it ignites. Then he asks quietly, “Yeonjun?”

You press down on your lips. You know if you say no then he might figure it out. He might finally discover your wretched secret, so you smile and nod, fully knowing how hypocritical you are being right now. You’re such a fucking coward, you disgust even yourself.

“Right.” He is quiet for a minute, and the atmosphere is charged with weird, unreadable emotions that buzz in your ear and form sparks over your skin. You almost excuse yourself–not really wanting to leave despite how uncomfortable it is but knowing you should. You’ve said what you wanted to say. There is no good reason for you to linger around any longer.

But then Beomgyu speaks again. "Are you happy?"

You pause, frowning in suspicion at the unexpected question, which Beomgyu notices right away and clarifies, "We haven't talked in a while. I wanna make sure you're doing alright." He says, tone genuine… and a bit sad.

"I am." You allow, not being untruthful. You are alright, no matter how bad you feel doing it without him. "We're doing well. Yeonjun is as wonderful as ever. He is sweet and funny and he shows me something new everyday. Which is a bit scary for me–you know how I am afraid of change, but he makes it exciting.”

“I’m glad. I want you to be happy.” He smiles at you. It doesn’t reach his eyes but you know he means it. “And I wish I could be there to see it for myself. Do you think you can let me?”

That’s what you were afraid of. This is why you shouldn’t have talked to him. You knew he might use it to try to get back into your life, and you know how hard it would be for you to say no. But you do it anyway. You have to do it for yourself and for Yeonjun.

“I can’t. Not now.” Each meager letter leaving your mouth feels like a blow to the heart. It lays battered in your chest, asking you why the hell you would refuse it its salvation, but you just push it down again, silencing it.

“But I miss you.” His words come out choppy and weak, and you know he’s holding back tears. You hate him for it because it makes you want to cry too. “Don’t you miss me?”

“Of course, I miss you!” You whisper as if you don’t want the universe to hear it. "I'll always miss you. But I can't keep doing this with you anymore. I'm tired of the whiplash."

"No more whiplash.” He shakes his head harshly, getting closer to you but you step back, causing pain to bloom across his teary face. “I get it now. I've worked through my stuff and I'm ready to be a real friend again."

"Well, I haven't worked through mine.” You stand strong. Or as strongly as you can be under such duress. “I still need time and I will not have you rush me."

He moves back, shoulders hunched down. "I'm sorry."

"I know." You say tiredly before walking away, your bruised heart bleeding out at the bottom of your chest.

____________

Beomgyu’s song has become some kind of a local sensation. It is being listened to by a lot of the young people in your city–resonating with many youths who have gone through similar heartbreaks. From small unrequited crushes to the person you love falling out of love with you–who hasn’t loved more than they have been loved before?

The painfully relatable song has gained the boys a considerable amount of fame online too. They were being asked to do more gigs than ever. They’ve even gotten an interview, which you’re currently preparing them for, dressing them up to look their best on camera.

Like always, you’ve left Beomgyu for last, dreading being close to him still. And he gives you every reason to, staring at you the whole time you fix his clothes.

"What?" You finally ask, and he gives you a dumb look. "What?"

"You're staring." You tell him, and he averts his gaze. You can see from the ear poking out of his long hair that he’s blushing. "Oh. Didn't realize."

Oh, how many times you’ve teased him over the way his ears turn red when he’s embarrassed. It was such an endearing quality in him, just one of the many small reasons that made up the whole of you loving him.

You got back to styling him, pretending it doesn’t tug at your heartstrings anymore, and he goes back to staring at you.

After a long beat of silence, he asks awkwardly, "So what are you up to? What's new with you?"

"Well, I'm the creative director for this up and coming band's new song." You joke, trying to ease off the tension. Or maybe his cute involuntary reaction softened up your defenses a little bit.

"Oh, are they good?" He grins, falling gladly into your familiar banter.

"They are, but I think their bass guitarist only got the job because of his looks."

He gives an affronted gasp. "What the hell? Hater! What, you think just because he's so pretty he can't possibly be talented too? Us pretty people are always misjudged."

"Oh, you poor pretty boy." You reach out to pinch his chin, before you realize what you’re doing and quickly take your hand away, clearing your throat and stepping back. “All done.”

You give him a tense smile and turn to leave but his hand shoots out to grab your wrist.

"Wait." He shouts, and you look down at his hand wrapped around your wrist. He notices your discomfort and immediately lets you go. "Do you want to get together for some food or a movie or something?"

Why does he have to make this so hard? Why does he do this every time?

"Not yet." You repeat what you must’ve told him a dozen times before. You can't slip back into it. Because your skin still buzzes whenever you touch him and your heart clenches painfully around the hole he left in it whenever you see him. You need time apart to fully let the love you have for him go.

"When?” He asks, frustrated. “When will it end? What can I do to help? What do you need me to do so you can be my friend again?"

"I need you to give me space." You say firmly, standing your ground.

“But–”

“No buts, Beomgyu. You’re the one who made it this way. If you had been my friend when I needed you to, we wouldn’t have gotten into this situation. You need to deal with the consequences of your own actions.”

He stares at the ground, not answering you. You sigh, turning around to leave with no restrictions this time.

Though what you said to him about his previous behavior causing a rift between you wasn’t false, it wasn’t entirely the truth either. The other reason you felt you couldn’t be his friend again yet is that you’re still not over him, and you’ve made a promise to yourself and to Yeonjun that you will only be devoting yourself to him from now on, and Beomgyu being there is just going to hinder your progress.

But as you watch the boys do their interview, you can’t help but feel guilty for what you’d said to Beomgyu. You know it was the right thing to do, but seeing him look so glum, his light dimmed and his spirits down, you wish you had held it off at least for later.

He is acting nothing like his normal loud, talkative self. He looks down and doesn’t speak unless directly asked a question. It hurts your heart because you know the people watching this won’t get to see how funny and bright and passionate he is. They’ll see him as the quiet guy staring at his own feet. He might still get some fans who would be into the quiet, sad look but that’s not who Beomgyu is. That’s not what he wants to be known as.

But the rest of the boys are covering for him well, especially Yeonjun. He is so charming, you know he’s gonna be stealing hearts left and right when this airs. He certainly has managed to put a smile on your face despite all the conflicting feelings you’re feeling, and you make sure he sees it whenever he glances in your direction.

_______________

The boys are doing better than ever, more interviews and gigs coming in and filling their schedule up so rapidly they’ll barely have any free time soon. They’re already in talks with a record company looking to sign them. Which is why you’re actively savoring moments like this when you get to just hangout with Yeonjun at the mall, eating a snack as you take a break from shopping–one of your favorite activities to do as a couple.

“Just think, soon enough we won’t even be able to do this. We’d be getting mobbed by crowds wanting your autograph and pushing me out of the way to take pictures of you.” You say to Yeonjun, half-joking. It might really happen one day with how quickly they’re gaining popularity. They might have small fame now but who knows what tomorrow will bring, and you believe in the boys. They’re talented enough to do it, and that both worries you and excites you.

“Well, I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” He winks at you, and you give him a small smile.

In moments like this you should feel happy. You are happy. But your happiness is incomplete. It is shadowed by worry and doubt. Yeonjun is so wonderful. He is so sweet and he can be very caring, but sometimes you can’t help but question how much he really feels for you. It keeps you from letting yourself completely go with him. He tells you words that are supposed to be charming, but they don’t sound personal. They don’t feel deep. You know he likes you, but is he ever going to love you?

Maybe you’re overthinking it. This is what a budding relationship is like–the novelty comes with uncertainty. The first times come with doubt. The young fire sometimes burns. You shouldn’t let yourself ruin it for you.

Yes, your love for him isn’t as old and deep-rooted as your love for Beomgyu but maybe that’s a good thing. It will take time to grow and flourish and become something just as beautiful or even more so. In time, you can learn to let go of your all-consuming love for your best friend, cover that gaping hole that Beomgyu has left in your heart, forget about the way every time you see Beomgyu with her you feel like screaming out so loud the gods themselves will weep–

“Beomgyu.” You gasp, seeing him in front of you. Fuck, he’s like bloody marry. Call his name three times and he appears.

You try to hide, putting your head down and attempting to cover your face with your hair but there is no mistaking Yeonjun’s bright orange head and Beomgyu quickly spots you and makes his way over to you with Haeun of all people.

“Curse your stupid hair.” You hiss at Yeonjun just before Beomgyu and Haeun arrive at the table.

"Hey, guys, are you on a date?" Beomgyu asks as if there was any doubt about it.

"Yes, actually." Yeonjun tells him in a tone that clearly conveys that you don’t want to be disturbed, But Beomgyu doesn’t care, grabbing a chair and pulling it out.

"Oh sweet." He sits down. "How have you guys been?"

“What are you doing, Beommie? We have a lot of shopping to do.” Haeun complains, and every time you hear her call him that you want to claw her tongue out.

"In a minute, baby. Let's rest our legs for a bit." He motions for Haeun to sit down, but she puts her hands on her hips. “I don’t want to rest.”

“Well then you go on and I’ll catch up with you.” He suggests and she huffs, deciding to sit down after all. Oh, joy.

“But I can’t leave you alone, Beommie.” She whines, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck, making you almost hurl.

Thankfully, Yeonjun takes your attention away from them. “So, what new crazy thing is your boss asking from you?”

You turn fully to him, trying your best to ignore the disgusting intruders. “Ugh, don’t even get me started. This morning, she–”

“Boss? What boss?” Beomgyu interrupts, and you clench your teeth, preparing yourself before turning your head to look towards him.

“The editor of Elements magazine. She saw the Frost shoot and wanted me to do a pictorial for them.”

“Oh my god, that is amazing.” He shouts, startling Haeun who was so close to his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

An awkward moment passes after his mindless question. Because we don’t talk? Because we’re not friends anymore?

Eventually, you decide to just shrug. “I guess it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, going along. “Well, show me what you’ve done so far.”

You hesitate, glancing at Yeonjun who sighs and gestures for you to go ahead. So you pull up your phone, showing him some of the pictures you’ve already taken.

"Wow this is real artistic shit." Beomgyu awes and you laugh. Trust in Beomgyu to give such an un-nuanced but still somehow very flattering opinion.

“I don’t get it. It’s just a guy in a bathtub.” Haeun speaks up, obviously intending to antagonize you. “My friend Jiwon takes better pictures than this and he didn’t even go to college. If that’s what they teach you at school then you’ve wasted your money.”

Oh fuck no. You may be spineless but you won’t allow Haeun of all people to make fun of your work. You prepare to launch into a screaming match with her condescending ass, but before you could even open your mouth to speak, Beomgyu beats you to it. “Your friend Jiwon takes back camera pictures of weird strangers on the street and makes up an exaggerated or completely false backstory about them to try to make the obviously amateur pictures appear more interesting. How fucking original.”

Beomgyu’s quick defense of you makes your heart swell. Some things never change.

“Yeah? Like this is original!” She sputters indignantly.

“I know it’s nothing groundbreaking.” You interrupt their quarrel, “Like a guy in a tub staring longingly at the camera isn’t something that hasn’t exactly been done before but… umm, it’s actually inspired by your song. The colored water is supposed to represent love, you know the “I’m drowning in you” part? It’s killing him but he can’t get himself to get out. He wants to drown in it… I don’t know it may be stupid but I hope you don’t mind.”

"Oh. No, I'm… flattered." He trails off, staring at you wide-eyed. “I didn’t think I would be able to inspire you again…”

“Yeah, well...” You mumble bashfully, a charged moment passes over you as you stare silently at each other.

"Are you done?" Haeun complains, and for once you’re thankful to her for cutting the strange moment. "I'm bored. Let's go."

“We haven’t even eaten anything yet. Take a look at the menus and order something for us, won’t you?” He asks her, but doesn’t even wait for her response before turning back to you. "You know what would be hilarious. If you get the editor to let you do a shoot with the plastic watermelon dress you made."

“It’s not plastic.” You roll your eyes at him, knowing exactly which dress he’s referring to. “It’s coral organza.”

“Looked like plastic to me.” He shrugs with a mischievous grin on his face.

“That’s because you're fashion illiterate.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m very fashion forward and hip.” He proclaims, sounding decidedly NOT neither fashion forward nor hip.

“Yes, because a punk guitarist wearing ratty shirts and ripped jeans is so revolutionary.” You drawl teasingly and he pouts, pulling at his shirt. “Hey! You were there when I picked these out. You said I looked cool.”

“Yeah, she’ll say you look cool wearing a garbage bag.” Yeonjun scoffs and you blush, realizing that you’ve completely neglected Yeonjun as soon as Beomgyu got here. You move back from your huddled forward stance to lean against your boyfriend.

“What?” Beomgyu asks and you quickly brush Yeonjun’s comment off. “Nothing. Now Yeonjun is very stylish. He knows all the trends and he knows how to make them work for him.”

Beomgyu snorts, glancing at your hand that is caressing Yeonjun’s chest. “I don’t follow trends. I make trends.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re a trendsetter.” Haeun coos, getting her hands on him too, touching him much more inappropriately than you were touching Yeonjun.

But Beomgyu ignores her once again, asking you, "How did you even reach the editor of Elements?"

"Oh, Yeonjun knew her." Your hand falls down to wrap around Yeonjun’s, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Of course, Yeonjun knows the editor." For some reason that piece of information really seemed to annoy Beomgyu. But you ignore his unnecessarily snarky tone and turn to smile at Yeonjun, hoping he’d forgive you for your earlier mishap. “Yeah, he’s amazing, isn’t he?”

"Yes, he’s great.” Beomgyu mutters, standing up. “I think me and Haeun have stuff to do. Let’s go, baby."

"Yes!" She claps happily, standing up too.

"Oh, okay. Bye, I guess." You mumble, watching them abruptly scurry off as you try to process the weird interaction. "What's wrong with him?"

“Maybe he’s just being his usual weird self.” Yeonjun shrugs, removing his hand from yours, making you frown. "Or maybe he feels inadequate because I was able to get you the job and he couldn't."

"That's ridiculous." Why would Beomgyu feel inadequate about that? He doesn’t have any obligation to get you work.

"Is it? If I was in love with a girl and another guy gave her what I couldn't. I would be pretty bummed out too."

"What?" The world suddenly screeches to a halt, as does Yeonjun. He looks at you, slowly contemplating something as if he doesn’t know that the world has stopped and is waiting on him.

Finally, he sighs. "I tried to ignore it. Partly because the idiot is trying to hide it and partly because I like you, but ever since we got together, it's been pretty damn hard to ignore. Beomgyu is clearly in love with you.”

"No. You’re getting it wrong.” You shake your head, hoping to get rid of the cotton that has replaced your brain, your thoughts feeling fuzzy and slow as they travel through it. “He's just upset because he thinks us dating will drive me and him apart… which I guess has been true."

"No, he's upset because he wants to be with you and it's killing him to see us together.” Yeonjun clarifies, irritated at having to explain to you how some other guy is in love with you.

"How can you be so sure? Did he tell you that?"

"He doesn't have to tell me. I have eyes…" He looks you up and down. "And well, I'm not stupid like you two."

"That's ridiculous." You denounce once more.

"You said that already."

"Well, it is! Beomgyu doesn’t love me. I mean as a friend, sure but not… like that."

"Oh my god, I'm dealing with two idiots. I don’t even know why the fuck I’m explaining this to you but here goes,” Yeonjun exclaims in frustration, obviously not enjoying this conversation any more than you are. “Think about it, no guy gets this worked up over just a fuck. His first explanation of his anger being just because he’s afraid our relationship is going to ruin the band was total bullshit. It was just to throw you off his scent and have a way to get you to stay away from me without revealing anything. And his second explanation is even more bullshit. Why the fuck would us being in a relationship make you lose him as a friend if he didn’t hold anything but platonic love for you? Why does he get mad every time you and I take a step forward in our relationship? Because he’s fucking in love with you. He literally wrote a whole song about how he’s secretly in love with you and it’s killing him that you’re not his!"

“That song was about me?” You ask and he gives you a look as if to say he can’t believe a single human being can be this dumb. “No, it’s obviously about the girl he’s been ignoring the entire time he was sat with us just so he could talk to you.”

Your mouth opens slowly, tongue dry as it forms the words. "Let’s say he does love me. Why wouldn't he just tell me?"

"Why wouldn't you just tell him?"

You sputter uselessly for a while, not really saying anything. Until you give up and just stop, submerging the both of you in a suffocating silence. You’d think that your thoughts would be racing a million miles an hour right now, trying to process all this information, but nothing is going through your head except one question.

Beomgyu loves me? Beomgyu loves me? Beomgyu loves me?

You’re only taken out of your looping thought when Yeonjun sighs again. "Well, this was fun while it lasted."

"What?" Your mouth hangs open, your frozen brain somehow still having enough power to be shocked.

"You're obviously still completely in love with him. When he's there it's like you don't even see me. You don't see anyone else." Yeonjun says defeatedly.

"No, I–" You try to deny, but he gives you a pointed look, daring you to lie to him.

“Okay, I love him but I’m with you.”

“Only to get over him.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No. My feelings for you are real. Don’t you dare deny that.”

“Maybe, but they’re not as strong as your feelings for him.”

“But they can be.” You insist–trying to convince yourself or him, you don’t know. Maybe if you give me the chance to–”

“To what? Wait and see if you’ll finally look for me first when you walk into a room instead of him? Pretend that I don’t know that time and distance haven’t dulled your love for him one bit? I can’t go on in a relationship where I know my partner will always be thinking ‘what if’. I won’t let myself be hurt like that by you. Not anymore.”

You tear up. You were hurting him? You didn't even think he cared all that much. You must be a terrible judge of character to be getting both boys so wrong. “I’m sorry, Yeonjun. I never meant to hurt you. I really, really tried.”

You really did. You didn’t do this just to get over Beomgyu. Yes, it was part of it, but you liked him too. You really thought this could work, and you really think it would have if Beomgyu wasn’t in the picture, and so you did everything in your power to take him out of it. You moved out from your apartment. You cut Beomgyu off. You dedicated yourself to Yeonjun.

But how can you stop your heart from beating for Beomgyu? It’s entirely out of your control.

"But you did anyway.” He says and you wince, one tear escaping your lashes and falling down the left side of your face. “Do you hate me?”

“I could never hate you.” He sighs, and your lips tremble as you confess, “I wish you would. It might make me feel better.”

“Maybe you don’t deserve to feel better.” His words pierce your heart, and you know you deserve every ounce of pain it inflicts.

“That’s fair.”

You’re both silent for a long while–you trying to keep your tears under control, not wishing for him to see it as any intention to garner sympathy or guilt from him, and him sitting there quietly, his thoughts entirely hidden from you, but you know there is pain and anger in him. You can feel it radiating off of him.

But eventually your tears dry out, and you gather enough courage to ask one last thing of him. “I know I have no right to ask this but can you not tell Beomgyu about us breaking up? I don’t want him to know yet. But don’t worry, I’ll gather my things and move out. You won’t have to live with me.”

"You're not done playing games?" He frowns and you shake your head. "I'm not. It’s just because you guys are working out that record deal and if anything goes wrong, I don’t want to risk ruining things for you.”

“Fine.” Yeonjun graciously accepts. “And you can stay. I’m not gonna kick you out into the street. I’m not that kinda guy.”

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Despite your love for Beomgyu, your break-up with Yeonjun wasn’t easy. You really liked him and had grown attached to him. And even though you still lived together, you hardly talked when it was just the two of you alone. You realize with time just how hurt he is by everything even though he tries his best to hide it from the others–not just because they think you’re still together, but because he has always refused to burden his younger members with his troubles, ever the selfless older brother. It’s one of the qualities you both admired and despised about him simultaneously. You wanted him to share his fears and worries, to lighten the load on his shoulders, and for a short while you were able to do that for him, but now that you’ve broken up, he’s left to carry all of it by himself again and with heartbreak to boot.

You feel incredibly guilty about it, and you mourn for the love that could’ve blossomed between you had you not been so hung up about your best friend. The best friend you still haven’t talked to by the way.

Yeonjun's words have not left your mind since the day he revealed everything to you. No moment passes by when you don't think about them. But you haven’t confronted Beomgyu about it yet because the record deal was still underway, and because you weren’t sure if Yeonjun is even right about it all. What if he’s wrong?

Yeah, what? You'll ruin your friendship with Beomgyu? It's already in shambles anyway. Still, the rejection will be brutal. You've lived in the shadows for years. You're used to ignoring your feelings, that kind of pain is familiar to you now, but if you reveal them to Beomgyu and he shoots you down, you might not bear it.

You'll tell him soon enough though, after the party tonight. The boys have finally reached an agreement with the record company and the contract has come through. They're officially signed to a label now and tonight’s party is a small celebration of that.

You’ll do it after the party tonight. You’ll ask to talk to him after everyone leaves and you’ll confess everything. You're ready to come clean and end it all. Well, as ready as you can be.

But as the party drags on, you get restless, and when you spot Beomgyu alone, refilling his drink, you can’t help but steal a little moment with him.

“Congratulations, Beommie. I hear your song sealed the deal.” You smile widely, your lips buzzing with the desire to tell him what you really want to say–that you love him, that you’re proud of him, and that if his song is really about you then he needs to know that you’ve always been his.

“Yeah. I’m not so useless after all.” Beomgyu’s reply is short and bitter.

“What?”

Yeonjun’s words ring in your ears. If I was in love with a girl and another guy gave her what I couldn't. I would be pretty bummed out too. Is this Beomgyu being insecure like Yeonjun said?

But before you can get him to clarify what he means, Haeun comes running over, incapable of leaving him alone for more than a minute. Can you really blame her? If you had him, you would never let him go either.

“Baby, there you are! My star boy.” She throws her arms around him, pulling him into an open mouthed kiss that makes you want to vomit.

You quickly retreat, not having missed the soft-core porn you used to witness while living with Beomgyu. Fucking Yeonjun, is this what he calls Beomgyu being in love with you? You don’t see him pushing her away or anything. He seems pretty happy with the kiss if his tongue in her mouth is any indication.

"Foul." You mutter, swigging your cider, almost choking on it when a voice speaks up next to you. "That can't be good for the heart, huh?"

You look at Yeonjun sheepishly, not sure if you can talk to him about this. After all, you did break up because of your love for the man currently getting his face sucked off by Haeun. So you just settle on mumbling out a weak yeah.

"Well, you know you could always fix it by confronting him about his undying love for you." He tells you and you can’t help but snort, annoyance overcoming your trepidation. "Yeah, right. He's so heartbroken, he's going to drown his sorrows in her pussy."

“He’s just doing this because he thinks we’re still together. If he knows you’re free, I can guarantee you he’ll be dropping her so fast she won’t hit the ground before he’s on his knees for you.”

“How can you be so confident?” You ask and he shrugs. “Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.”

He walks away, leaving you to think over his words. Funny, that’s how you feel about the sight still playing out in front of you, the disgusting view getting burned into your retinas.

Deciding you needed a break, you slip away from the living room, heading towards the bathroom to wash your face off. But on the way there, you pass by your old room, stopping when you see the door slightly cracked open.

Your feet take you inside without you realizing it, compelled by curiosity to see what he’s done with the room in your absence. Has he turned it into a gaming room? Is he using it for storage? Is he letting her use it as her own? Oh, god, you really hope not. Anything but that.

But you’re surprised when you step inside and find it mostly empty except for your old mattress and a few items you must’ve forgotten during your move. A T-shirt here, a sleeping mask there–they were all strewn around on your bed with the odd piece of clothing from Beomgyu himself in the mix.

You step closer, examining the items when something in particular catches your eyes. A flash of pink under a pillow that makes you reach forward to pull it out, realizing just what it was once it’s in your hands–a pair of pink panties. Your pink panties that you’d been missing for a while. Why does Beomgyu have this? You thought he just used this because he was so pent up he needed any form of release but now Haeun is never off his dick so why does he still do this?

Could Yeonjun have been right all along?

As you continue to hold it in your hands, puzzling over it, you hear the door open and close behind you and Beomgyu’s panicky voice calling out your name.

"What are you doing in here?" He squeaks as if this wasn’t your room. Well, your old room but still. It’s not like he made any changes to it yet.

You turn to face him with the panties in your hands, silent, and his eyes grow wide as he stammers, trying to explain himself. “These are old.”

“They’re wet.” You say plainly, which means he has just used them, and he knows it too.

He scoffs, attempting to appear unaffected. As if this is just a completely reasonable situation that you’ve blown way out of proportion. “Well–it’s just–they were on hand.” He gives you what may possibly be the flimsiest excuse in history.

Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

"Did you leave these out for me to see?" You question, and he rushes to deny. "No! I just forgot to put them away."

His eyes widen again at what he just said, basically admitting that he took them from you on purpose to do with them exactly what you had in mind. God, he's such a stupid loser.

You walk towards him until you’re standing right in front of him, leaving him no room to breathe. “Make everyone leave.”

“It’s our celebratory party, I can’t just–”

You grab his hand and put it under your skirt, pressing his fingers against your warm pussy. “And I want to give you your reward. Make them leave.”

He looks at you, shocked, and suddenly you realize what you're asking of him. You're coming onto him after weeks of ignoring him. You're asking him to have sex with you when he has a girlfriend–when he thinks you have a boyfriend. Oh god.

But then he gulps and says. "Okay."

You watch from behind the door as he stops the music and kicks everyone out, telling them that he doesn’t feel good and needs to rest, and when Kai complains loudly, he asks him if he’d like to stay back and hold his hair while he vomits. That quickly convinces everyone to take the party elsewhere, even his girlfriend. But one person knows better, and you see him peeking around Beomgyu to catch your hidden eyes. You share a look before he turns around and leaves the apartment. This is it. You’re going to do this.

As soon as Beomgyu comes back, you pull him into a kiss, releasing your overflowing nerves with each frustrated and needy moan you let out against his lips. Fuck, you missed kissing him so much. His lips may not be as soft as Yeonjun’s–he may not be as good of a kisser–but god does he still make your heart sing.

“Strip.” You order when you finally tear yourself away from him, though Beomgyu doesn’t make it easy, resisting you the first couple of times you try and pulling you right back into the hungry kiss. But you finally do, and Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate to follow your cue then.

After he’s all stripped down, he looks at you, gaze speaking of his own need to devour you. “Will you strip too?”

“Do you want it?” You ask, putting on an alluring voice but deep down you were just nervous about letting him see you fully for the first time. Even though your experience with Yeonjun has made you gain confidence, you’re still insecure, especially when it comes to Beomgyu. You want to impress him. You want him to think you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You want him to forget about her. You want him to only think of you.

Naturally, that is a lot to live up too.

Beomgyu nods enthusiastically, somehow managing to come across as adorable in this situation. “Yes, please. Take it all off.”

He tries to reach out to do it himself but you shake your head, pushing him onto the bed.

“No. We do this my way.” You tell him, and he nods again, keeping himself in check.

You reach for the zipper on your dress, hesitantly letting it fall to the floor. You aren’t wearing any bra so now you are almost nude except for your panties as you stand in front of him.

“Fuck. You’re so hot.” He takes his cock into his hand, pumping it as he leers at you. You should feel dirty having him openly masturbate to the sight of you but it makes you feel so fucking good about yourself. It’s just what you needed–for him to show you how much he wants you. “Please, take off your panties too. Wanna see your pussy.”

Despite his lewd display–or more accurately because of it–you’re given the courage to finally fully undress yourself in front of him, overcoming years of insecurities of what he’ll think of your body and any unfavorable comparisons he might make.

“Oh fuck–” He licks his lips, squeezing his cock as he stares at your pussy. “You’re perfect.”

“You think so?” You ask demurely, trying to hide your shock. Is he really telling the truth? It feels like it but you still need confirmation after years of doubting yourself.

“God, yes. Your tits are divine. I wanna suck on them and play with them all night. Your little pussy is so pretty, I wanna be buried in it forever. Come here, please, ride me, sit on my face, anything…”

Is this what you were worried about all these years? He looks pretty fucking happy with what he’s seeing. Why were you so scared? You’re so mad at yourself for wasting all this time with self-doubt when you could’ve had him long ago.

“You really need that?” You throw your panties at him, feeling more confident than ever after his proclamations. “Isn't this usually enough for you?”

“No, please, you said you’d give me a reward." He whines, distraught at the thought of you being so close but not attainable yet again. "I’ve been good.”

“Have you?” You scoff, straddling him, pressing your pussy against his cock and his body goes limp, letting you do what you want. “You’ve been nothing but a horndog, getting your rocks off wherever you can, whether it’s backstage getting sucked off by her or stealing my panties and fisting your cock with them. You’ve been such a bad boy.”

“I’m sorry.” He slurs, mouth hanging open.

"Are you? You seem to be enjoying this."

"I'm sorry." He repeats again, staring at your pussy as it moves forwards and backwards over his cock, covering it in your slick.

"You're fucking hopeless, Beomgyu. You'd do anything to get a piece of me, huh?"

"Yes." He nods eagerly, "Can you sit on my face?"

You laugh, climbing up his body until you’re hovering over his face and digging your fingers in his hair to keep his head down so he wouldn’t make any unwanted moves before you’re ready. "Is my pussy the only thing on your empty brain?"

"Uh-huh." He says dumbly, almost going cross eyes with the way he's staring at your pussy. You fucking love it. This is what you needed–to be needed. And Beomgyu gives it all to you without you even asking for it.

"Good boy." You tell him and he shoots you a searing look at that–at you finally calling him that again–before you sit down on his face.

You try not to put too much weight on him, not wanting to hurt him but Beomgyu has other ideas. He grabs your ass and pulls you down on his ready mouth, tongue flicking out to give eager licks to your already wet pussy.

"Bad–bad boy–" You hiss, pulling at his hair but he won't let go, too intent on eating you out, nuzzling his whole lower face into your pussy, his tongue and lips alternating between long messy licks and needy sucking motions, his nose brushing against your clit every now and then in his fervor.

"Fuck, Beomgyu slow down."

But that word isn't in Beomgyu's dictionary, not when he's wanted this for so long. His fingers dig into your ass, making sure you can’t escape as his tongue presses inside your hole, flicking around as much as he can while your pussy flutters around it.

"So good–tastes so good." He slurs, drool and your juices covering his lower face but he doesn’t even care. In fact if anything it turns him on if his hard, leaking cock that you see when you throw a glance backwards is anything to go by.

"You fucking the air, Beommie?" You pant, not faring much better than him but needing to tease him anyway. "Need my pussy this bad?"

But Beomgyu can't be teased. Not when he's so shameless.

"Yes. Will you sit on my cock?"

"How bad do you need it?" You sit up, pulling away from him and cutting off strings of your combined need.

"So bad. Feels like I might die without it."

"You sound like a horny fuckboy, Beommie. You know I only like good boys." You chastise, and Beomgyu shoots back, "Is that why you’re dating a whore?"

You growl, sinking back on his face, this time not caring so much about your weight over him. "Don't talk about Yeonjun like that."

He turns his face to the side to nip at your thigh in protest so you just straighten his head again and sit down on him fully, not allowing him any space to move. "You know the only whore here is you. So stick your tongue out like a good whore and let me ride it or I'll leave your dirty cock all red and weeping."

He whines in fear, sticking his tongue out for you, not daring to risk it. You move yourself over him, grinding your pussy over his tongue as he stares up at you pleadingly.

“You like it, baby? You like me using you to get off?”

He moans out in response, not having any other way to communicate his agreement and not willing to pull away from you. But you hear a wet noise coming from behind you and you look back to see him fisting his cock, clearly excited by it all. He wants this as much as you do. He has been begging for it for so long, and so you’re not so cruel as to make him take his hand away, but you need to make sure your excitement doesn’t end too soon.

“Fuck, you really wanted this, huh? Can’t help yourself whenever you get a taste of this pussy?” You tease, and he whines again, his cock thrusting into his own fist pitifully. “But don’t get too excited. You want to feel this pussy around you, don’t you?”

The needy noises he keeps letting out vibrate against your pussy, driving you even wilder as you pull on his hair harshly and desperately grind yourself on his tongue, your high so close you could taste it.

“Good boy, gonna make me cum… you want it? Want me to cum all of that pretty face?” You growl, and his hands leave his cock to grab your ass, pressing you so tightly against him, you worry that he won’t be able to breathe.

But Beomgyu clearly loves it. He wants you to do it. He moves your hips so you’re fucking his face harder, faster, all while those slutty eyes of his never leave your face.

“I’m cumming–fuck, Beommie… good boy–” You scream, shuddering as you cum over him. But as you stop moving, paralyzed by the intense orgasm, he starts moving his tongue, lapping up every drop you let out, giving your pussy open mouthed filthy kisses as he wraps his lips around you and eagerly sticks his tongue into your hole to get even more.

You have to pull away from him when it becomes too much, and Beomgyu chases after you, not having had his fill yet somehow. He's still so needy that he ends up pushing you down and laying over you, his lips incessant against yours as his cock lays heavy on your pussy.

You tug on his hair, finally detaching his lips from yours. "That's enough, Beomgyu."

“I made you cum.” He says in a daze, a stupid smile on his face.

“Yes, you did.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb before sticking it in his mouth, letting him suck on it. It’s useless of course. The entire bottom half of his face was glistening with your cum. Not that you were actually trying to clean him up. You liked seeing him covered in you too much. “Ready for your reward, baby?”

“Fuck, yes, please.” He groans, his hips bucking up against you, gliding his cock against your wet pussy. "Wanna fuck you so bad. Can I put it in now?"

"Are you gonna keep being a good boy for me? Gonna listen to my instructions and not let your cock take over your dumb brain and make you hump me like a dog?"

He shakes his head even though he was literally humping you right now. "I'll listen. I'll be so good."

"Okay, Beommie. You can put it in–slowly!"

He rushes to push his cock inside your pussy, only stopping when it's all the way inside you. "Oh god–I'm finally inside you. Wanted it for so long."

This is exactly what you had been missing. This is what you needed that Yeonjun wasn't able to give to you. Beomgyu isn't shy when expressing how much he wants you. He'll beg and plead until you give it to him.

"Can I move, baby?" He asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You nod. "Go ahead. But slowly."

He makes a valiant effort, pulling his hips back and thrusting in slowly, shuddering every time his cock is fully enveloped by your pussy.

“Good?" You ask as if his mouth wasn't hung open, as if his eyes weren't all hazy, as if he wasn't holding onto you for dear life.

"So good. Can't believe I'm fucking you."

Neither can you. You had really begun to lose hope but here you are, laid on your back with Beomgyu fucking you, following your instruction as best he could–the strain of it obvious on his face. It's everything you wanted and you finally have it.

"Can I touch your tits?" He pleads, giving you his classic puppy eyes and you smile. "Go ahead, honey."

He groans, reaching out and cupping them in his hands. "Oh god. Missed them." He leans down and attaches his lips to them, biting and kissing all over them as his hips pick up speed.

"Beomgyu…" You warn, pulling on his hair. He fights against you, looking up but not detaching from your tits. "Don't get ahead of yourself now. You want me to feel good too, don't you?"

He nods, his face still firmly buried in your lips but finally letting go of your nipple to moan out, "Yes, wanna make you feel better than anyone else."

His own words rile him up and he bites down on the skin next to your areola, making sure not to hurt you but still expressing his frustration.

"You're such a bratty baby." You scold him, but in reality you love it. You love how possessive and needy he is acting. It doesn't allow a single negative or insecure thought to enter your mind. How could it when he's so obvious about his need for you? "You can go faster now, baby."

"Oh, thank you." He groans, hips picking up speed.

"Better, honey?" You pant, brushing his wet hair out of his face so you can fully see how lost he is in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

"So much better. Never wanna stop." He leans down, kissing you harshly, lips opening and closing around yours, his tongue pressing into your mouth hungrily. His hands grab at your thighs, pushing them against your body as he goes even faster, a constant stream of whines and whimpers released into your mouth.

You force yourself to sober up despite the smoldering fire breaking out in your body from the way he's fucking you so good. You want him to keep going. You want him to keep fucking you until your mind has turned to mush and your limbs have turned to jelly. But you can’t let him have it this easily. You can't let him get away with the amount of pain and suffering he has caused you. He needs to feel it too, even if just a fraction of it. He needs to feel the longing and despair he has made you feel for so long.

"Slow down." You order, pulling his head away from you, doing it extra mean just the way he likes it.

"No, no, please." He cries, not slowing down. "Please… I thought this was a reward. You’re driving me crazy."

"Do you want me to push you down and tie your hand to the headboard to make sure you behave?" You threaten, trying to keep your voice under control against the incessant thrusts of his cock into your poor pussy. "It's only gonna be worse for you."

"No. No. Wanna keep touching you." He blabbers, hands groping at every inch of you he could reach, worried you'd make good on your threats.

"Then be good." You suck in a sharp breath as he pulls on your nipples before kneading the soft flesh.

"I will. I'm your good boy, right?" He slurs, his hips slowing down.

Damn, he's really addicted to hearing you say that, huh?

"Yes, you are. You’re my best boy." You coo, stroking his soft hair and he nuzzles into your hand like a puppy, seeking any form of contact with you.

"Thank you." He groans, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to hold himself back, his poor cock screaming at him to just take you like he wants. "So pretty. Look so pretty getting fucked."

"Yeah? Is it how you imagined it when you'd fuck my panties?" You ask but once again Beomgyu has no shame, his hips faltering at the reminder of his debauched actions.

"Better. So pretty. So tight. Could stay in your cunt forever." He almost drools at the thought, and you really believe he'd love to do just that.

"Dirty boy. Dirty little boy going all dumb for me." You stroke his face lovingly and he peers at you with pleading eyes. "Baby, please, hurts… can I go faster?"

"Aw, poor pup, do you need to hammer your cock into my pussy that bad?" You scold, giving his face light slaps.

"Uh-huh… will make you feel good. I promise." He babbles, his hips already going faster as if he's sure you'll give him permission.

"No." This may or may not be the one and only time you get to fuck him. You need to savor it. "Slow down."

Your hands go to his hips, clawing at his skin to slow down his thrusts and he relents, albeit begrudgingly. "You're so mean."

"But you love it." You laugh at his tearful pout. "God, you love it so much you can't stop shaking your hips like a whore. It's like you've never been fucked before.”

"I haven't. You’re my first.” He admits, knocking any remaining breath out of your lungs.

This is his first time. He and Haeun never did it? What the fuck?

"Did you let him fuck you?" He asks, and you stay silent. He knows you’ve fucked Yeonjun. There is no way he thinks you live with Yeonjun and aren’t fucking him. But then again, he hasn’t fucked Haeun, and you were so sure that he did.

"Did you?" He asks again, an edge to his voice and you nod minutely. "I didn't know. I thought you and Haeun–"

Beomgyu's whole face changes. "God, you're such a slut. Fucking two men at the same time."

You immediately get defensive. Yeonjun was your boyfriend. You had dated for months. You’re not a whore for fucking him. It would be more understandable if he’s referring to the fact (or what he thinks is a fact) of you fucking him when you have a boyfriend, but you’re almost certain that’s not what he’s upset about. He’s just jealous you’ve fucked Yeonjun at all. "Just because she won't let you put it in, doesn't make me a slut."

That just angers him more, and he practically bends you in half as his dick pumps in and out of you at a brutal pace, his anger at what you’ve done making him lose it, not caring about your instructions anymore. "I hate you."

You laugh, fighting hard to hide the pain his statement elicits in your gut as well as to keep your voice steady as he practically plows his cock into you. God, he makes you so mad but he’s fucking you so good.

"But you sure love my pussy."

"My pussy." He growls, catching you off guard once again. He bends his head down to kiss your neck harshly, and can already feel the marks blooming there under his teeth. "Mine. Not his. All mine."

"What?” You sputter. Is this it? Is this how he confesses to you? “Beomgyu, what–”

"Shut up." He smacks your ass, not willing to hear your protests right now. "You've played with me long enough. Now be good and take it."

Played with him? What the hell is he talking about? You’ve never played with him. But any attempt to get a sane answer out of him right now is useless as the sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room and Beomgyu latches his mouth onto yours, trying to dominate you in a way he has never attempted to do before–as if he’s trying to prove that you really are his.

And you are. He may not know it but you’ve always been his.

But his strong facade is paper-thin and you can see right through it to the insecure boy below when he pulls back to look at you. “Fuck, why did you have to be so pretty?”

“Make me cum, Beommie.” You murmur, moving a hand between your bodies to rest over your pussy, your middle and index fingers on either side of his cock as it fucks into you. “Do you feel how wet I am for you? I’m soaking the bed, baby.”

“Fuck…” He pulls your hand away, taking a look at how wet it has become already before he grunts and pushes one of your thighs against the bed to allow space for his own hand between your bodies, quickly finding your pussy to rub your clit.

“Oh… oh, fuck… baby…” You gasp, back arching as you’re quickly hurled towards your orgasm. “That’s it, honey. Make me cum on your big cock.”

He groans, his hips stuttering as your pussy begins to clench around him. “Don’t talk like that. Gonna make me lose it.”

“It riles you up when I talk dirty to you? Tell you how good you're fucking me?”

He nods.

“Dirty boy.” You moan out for him, “Do it. Empty that cock inside me. Want my pussy dripping with you.”

“Holy s-shit,” Beomgyu cries, and you feel his cum shooting inside of you, his hips not stopping for a second. And though his thrusts become erratic, his thumb keeps up its assault on your clit until your pussy is clamping down on his cock and milking the last drops of cum from him. “Good girl. My good girl.”

He fucks you through your orgasm, babbling on about how pretty you are and how well you took it. He looks so fucking pathetic with his shiny eyes and needy whimpers that before you even know it, he’s ripping another orgasm out of your already fucked out body.

“Goddammit, Beomgyu…” You squeal, toes curling at the very intense second orgasm, your body shuddering with the unexpected sharp waves of pleasure racking through it. And through it all, Beomgyu continues fucking you. You can feel his cock begin to harden once again inside you, and as the brutal second orgasm leaves your body, you wince at the overstimulation, putting your hands against his sweaty chest and starting to push him away.

“That’s enough, Beomgyu. I can’t take any more.”

But he resists you, shaking his head. “One more. Please, one more.”

“No.” You tell him firmly, “Don’t be bad. Pull out.”

He searches your face for any hint of leniency, his big pretty eyes trying to convince you to change your mind but you can’t. He’s fucked you so hard, your poor pussy requires a much needed rest.

You both watch as he slowly pulls out, his once again hard cock glistening with your cum and his, his seed dripping down your ass now that he wasn’t plugging your pussy up.

“Oh, baby, does that hurt?” You coo, grabbing his cock. He lets out a sigh of relief as you begin stroking it. “Yeah. So bad.”

The little shit is milking this, but you play along. “Poor baby. Let me make it go away.” You grin, suddenly speeding up, the slide of your hand so easy when his cock is well-lubricated. You make sure to maintain your position, with him hovering over your splayed open body so he can rake his eyes over it, and you clearly seeing him struggling to choose where to look between your tits that jiggle as you jerk him off quickly, the cum leaking out of your puffy pussy, and your swollen lips as you swipe your tongue over them.

It doesn’t take long for you to have him spilling his seed again, landing on your tummy as he doubles over and buries his head in your neck.

“That’s it, good boy.” You praise him, using your free hand to stroke his long hair that you love so much.

You let him lay there for a whole, catching his breath that is so irregular and stuttered that you almost don’t notice when he starts crying if it wasn’t for the hot tears falling on your skin.

“Beomgyu?” You call out, and a heart-breaking sob breaks out of his chest.

"Please, come back to me." He croaks against your neck.

"What?" You sit up, making him sit up with you and pulling his face away from your shoulder so you can look at him, your heart sinking at the tears streaming down his face. "I can't fucking bear seeing you with him any longer. It hurts so much."

Oh fuck.

"Beomgyu… Yeonjun isn't–" You try to explain that you and Yeonjun had broken up but he cuts you off.

"It's not him, it's you!" He shouts, "I love you and I can't bear it any longer. And I know it's selfish and that you don't love me back, at least not in that way, but then you keep messing with me."

He loves you? He really loves you?

"But I thought you loved Haeun?" You need to know what exactly is happening with him and Haeun first.

"I thought I did too but whenever I'm with her, I find myself thinking of you. You’re always in my head, it ruins every moment I have with her. She hates you too, you know? She can't stand how much I love you. The reason we haven't fucked is not because she won't put out. It's because I only want you. I didn't want to lose it to anyone else but you."

"Beomgyu–"

"But you don’t fucking care. You just see me as your disgusting best friend who you can play with and push away when you're done with him and I can't even bring myself to hate you for it. That's how much I love you. So just please… please give me a break."

“You think I was playing with you?” The idea seems absurd to you. How can he possibly think that? You've done everything in your power to not show how much you love him but never in your wildest dreams would you think that would mean he would see it as you playing with him.

“Weren’t you? I mean the way you spoke to me… you always pushed me away. I had to beg each time for you to even kiss me.” He peers at you, pain and vulnerability shining in his eyes as he recalls the way you treated him.

Fuck, you've been so obsessed with not letting your love for him show that you've done the same thing to him you thought he was doing to you. Knowing that pain all too well, you can’t bear the thought of being the cause of it.

You grab his face in your hands and kiss him, intending to pour out your own feelings the same way he did, hoping to staunch the flood of heartbreak you’re witnessing and calm him down enough for him to realize you feel the same way.

But his reaction wasn't what you expected. He breaks down crying. "You're so cruel."

"No, no! I love you too!" Your hands are in a flurry around his face, wiping his tears, stroking his hair, caressing his cheeks, anything to calm him down.

"What? This is not funny." He sobs, looking like a wounded animal. Your heart aches at the sight.

"No, fuck, I've loved you for years! The whole friends with benefits thing I started was just an excuse to have a way to be with you."

He stares at you in utter shock, the confusion the only thing stopping his tears from drowning you. "But you never even hinted that you liked me. You called me all kinds of names, freak, disgusting, pervert…"

"I thought you liked these..." You trail off sheepishly.

"I did but it still makes a guy think.” He mumbles, his fingers playing with yours nervously. “You wouldn’t let me touch you or kiss you."

"I was afraid if I let you kiss me, I wouldn't want you to stop. And I didn’t want you to touch me because I was afraid you wouldn’t like what you saw." It sounds so silly now that you're saying it out loud–now that you know he loves you and has wanted you just as badly.

"That's stupid. I had already seen it all." He tells you casually and you frown. "When?"

"You don't always shut the door when you're changing." He shrugs.

"Pervert!" You gasp, hitting him with no real power behind it. "What about you? You never hinted at anything either. You only ever talked about my body."

"Well, it did start just physical but I quickly realized that I'm in love with you. Then I kept only mentioning your body because you'd freak out on me whenever I hinted at anything else."

"Fair." You pout, realizing you’ve done as much to hurt yourself as he did.

"I didn't want to let it show that I loved you because I was so afraid you'd pull away like you did a couple of times. And then you were with Yeonjun and it fucking killed me so I had to pretend it was just sexual."

"Oh god, that's exactly what I've been doing.” You cover your face with your hands, mortified at your stupidity. We're fucking dumbasses."

“Yes, we are.” He replies fondly, taking your hands away from your face so you can look at him, refusing to let you hide anymore. "So you'll break up with him and be with me?"

"We broke up a while back.” You admit sheepishly. “He said he can't be with me when you and I are clearly in love with each other."

“So let me get this straight, Yeonjun could tell we love each other but somehow we, the two people involved, didn’t have a clue?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you nod. “I think it’s safe to say we won’t be winning any genius awards anytime soon.”

“We could win the biggest dumbasses award though.” He cracks a smile, pulling you close to him and resting his forehead against yours.

“No one could even compete.” You grin, kissing him. He immediately deepens the kiss, frantic and hungry still.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, Beommie. We have all the time in the world.” You tease as if you weren’t just as needy, making him whine. “I can’t help it. You made me yearn for so long.”

“Yearn? Oh, that’s bad. I made you use the word yearn.”

He yanks your legs up, sending the rest of your body flying backwards and hitting the mattress, your loud giggles quickly covered by his mouth as he kisses you harshly, his teeth biting down on your lips in annoyance when you still don’t stop laughing.

“Stop it.” He whines in defeat as he pulls back, and you try to keep your giggles under control, his pout is entirely too devastating to look at.

"Are you gonna break up with her?" You ask and he doesn't hesitate to say, "Of course."

That makes you smile, happy with how easily he chose you, but then a thought pops into your mind and you frown. "You know, I hated her but I still feel kinda bad for fucking you behind her back." You really do. You've never condoned cheating, even if it was on someone as vile as Haeun.

"Oh you mean the same way she fucked the whole football team?" He counters and you gape at him, "God damn. Why did you even stay with her for that long?"

He shrugs. "Needed a distraction. And to not come across as a loser in front of you. I mean you were with Yeonjun. I couldn't just be alone."

"Oh, honey…" You coo, but anything you planned to say is suddenly forgotten as you feel his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Beommie!" You squeak. “What are you doing?”

"You thought we were done? You spread your legs for my bandmate. I'm gonna have to look at him every day knowing he had you first. I gotta make sure you and everyone else knows who exactly you belong to."

It may not be the most healthy coping mechanism, but you’ll let him have it for now. You’re sure you wouldn't be very happy if you were in his position either. Besides, getting to fuck Beomgyu isn’t exactly what you would consider a punishment.

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A/N: Click here for the Yeonjun ending on Patreon.

Also for my patreons, you could suggest a scene from gyu's pov and I'll choose one. There will also most likely be some drabbles about oc and gyu's life after the ending (mostly smut featuring our favorite desperate boy lol) and some will be released on tumblr and others will be exclusive to patreon.

Patreons may also suggest a continuation of a previous fic/drabble. I will do my best to release at least something monthly on there.

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#txt smut #dom!reader #sub!idol #tomorrow x together smut

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junrenjun · 1 month ago

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just read the understand series!!! You’re so good at writing abo, I really enjoyed it!! Could we get some clingy ot13 with MC moments?? (I saw you were asking for some talk with your series, and maybe some scenario writing some clingy moments with the boys huhu)

they're all grade A clingers in their own way if i'm being honest.

seungcheol got realllllll clingy after his injury. he got so used to seeing mc every day and sharing a little domestic life with each other. he misses it so much. now he will hold onto any little bit of domesticity he can. he helps mc make breakfast every morning. he'll help her do laundry or put away groceries. honestly he probably accidentally lets the term "wife" slip every once in a while.

jeonghan is just clingy in general. enough said.

joshua is sooooooooo clingy before they leave for tour. especially if it's undetermined when they will see mc again. he's packing his suticase? he's got her sitting right next to him, having her scent a shirt every once in a while. they're about to leave to go the airport? he's literally hanging onto her for dear life.

jun calls mc every single day when he's away for acting. like he usually misses her a lot during tours and whatnot, but for some reason this feels worse. tour is a lot more demanding and he has so little free time. but with acting, he's got a lot of time to himself. so of course he spends it by talking to her every minute he can. to the point where she's like "junnie i'm trying to take a shower can we please talk later"

hoshi loves cuddling. it is a given. he will curl up in mc's bed any day. he's such a demanding cuddler too. "can you scratch my back?" "let me be the little spoon today" "kiss?" mans is on top of mc 24/7 whenever he can be.

wonwoo is clingy when he's upset. the days where practice feels extra long and his body is exhausted, he doesn't even stop at his own room. he just drops his stuff down on the floor of mc's room and buries himself in her chest. mc knows better than to try and get many words out of him in that moment. she just enjoys the comfortable silence while lightly scratching his back.

woozi is clingy when he's jealous lol. like i've said before, he took the most time to get acquainted with mc, but now that he's aware of his feelings, that's his beta alright? he's not really one for PDA, but one day while they are at the grocery store, some alpha takes one too many sniffs at her from other side of the aisle. immediately, his hand is in hers, head resting against her shoulder. mc is a little taken aback but ignores it. except he's like that the rest of the time they are there. literally even the alpha leaves.

dk just loves to talk to mc. whenever he's around her, he knows he can just blab on about whatever he wants to. it's kind of comforting to him, because she'll always listen and give him a response. he loves just sitting on the couch and talking away while mc stays busy with folding laundry or cooking.

mingyu is SO clingy during pre-rut oh my god. ultimate clinger. scoups has to physically pull him out the door to go to work for the day. he does not want to leave her. honestly scents are so much stronger to him during his cycle and having her around kind of neutralizes everything.

minghao is clingy in a quiet way. wrapping his arms around her waist while she makes coffee. letting a hand rest on her thigh in the car. cuddling into her side during movie night. usually subtle touches, but mc knows how much they actually mean to him.

seungkwan is clingy when they get home from tour. he really wants to make up for all the lost time. and he feels especially guilty for leaving mc at home for most of it. even if she came to visit a few times, he still gets nauseous at the thought of leaving her alone for so long.

vernon is honestly probably the least clingy outright. but that doesn't mean he never clings. he pretends to not like cuddling, especially with people other than mc or seungkwan. but behind closed doors, oh he's like a puppy. wants mc's attention on him for every single second. if she even thinks about picking up her phone, he'll pout.

dino likes to follow mc around like a lost puppy sometimes. just silently follow her around as she does things around the house. she's learned to not question it. it's his version of quality time.

#lu writes #understand series #svt x reader #anon

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miaoua3 · 2 months ago

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(pairing: jun x f!reader)

i miss my junnie so much

speed walking through the airport, there’s only one thing on jun’s mind.

he rounds up the corner, exiting the gate. he looks around a bit, feeling a little lost because he can’t find the- oh, there it is. the thingy that bring the luggage.

impatiently standing right at the start of the machine, jun waits for his suitcase to show up on the conveyor belt. after another five minutes, it finally shows up.

the second he sees it, he’s grabbing it before he starts speed walking to the border control.

the entire time the lady behind the counter is checking his passport, jun is squirming, messing with the strap of his backpack, checking his phone for the new messages as well as for the time, looking around. he’s so squirmy, that the lady starts to second guess if she should stamp the passport after all.

after she finally does it, jun takes his passport and suitcase before he starts running for the exit.

the entire time, there are only two things on his mind.

how loud his own breathing sounds in his ears and you.

the automatic door opens and a second later, jun runs out from behind them. stopping in place, he starts frantically looking around for you.

and then there you are. with a big sign that says “welcome home!” with cutouts of his face from the promotional posters for his new drama glued onto it, holding it above your head, excitedly jumping up and down.

and then he’s running again.

a few meters in front of you, he lets go of his suitcase and lets his bag fall off his shoulder.

the moment he wraps his arms around your waist and can feel your own wrap themselves around his neck, he can finally feel himself breathe again after months of being apart and seeing your face only on the screen of his phone.

feeling your tears on his skin, he repositions his hands so he gets ahold of your legs before he pick you up, wrapping them around his waist.

sobbing in his shoulder, you say “you’re back.”

letting out a sigh of relief, he lets a few tears of his own slide down his cheeks.

kissing your hair, he never felt happier saying the following words out loud.

“i’m home.”

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #fluff #jun x y/n #jun x you #wen junhui x reader #jun x reader #wen junhui

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wonfilms · 2 years ago

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.⁠｡♡`, TXT WHEN YOU GIVE THEM BUTTERFLIES

WARNINGS : A TEENSY BIT OF KISSING, DISGUSTINGLY CUTE FLUFF

PAIRINGS : BF! OT5 X GN READER

"you're so pretty ' junnie" , you said it so casually but that sentence alone made yeonjun's cheeks flare up in a stubborn blush. his stomach did small leaps trying to catch up with the way his heart drummed so rhythmically against his chest.

"oh god....say that again angel?" he almost swooned against your touch when you laughed at his words, you reached forward to take his face in your hands , "so pretty yeonjun " .

soobin didn't think much of it when you came over and sat on top of him, you moved downwards before laying down on his chest making yourself comfortable, "you alright baby?" he questioned, his arm almost instinctively moved to wrap around your waist.

"mmm, love you binnnnn-" you sleepily yawned as you nestled yourself further into his arms. he couldn't help the way his spleen erupted into small butterflies at your words, maybe it's that way your face is buried so close to his heart.

he just hopes you can't hear how loud his heart is thumping because of you, you've got him completely wrapped around your finger. "god, i love you too " all he can manage is a whisper but when he hears your soft hums of approval in your sleep he could feel himself smile too.

beomgyu chuckled as you pressed a soft kiss to each of his cheeks , "what're doing pretty??" he questions as you carry on peppering his entire face with kisses.

you exaggerated each little mwah sound as you pulled away , "what can i not kiss my favourite boy?" you laughed before pressing a final small kiss to his lips.

though you were just being playful beomgyu felt butterflies sear through his abdomen at your touch, "no i was just asking " he mumbles , a small blush now spread over the cheeks that you'd kissed mere seconds ago, "buuuuut, i wouldn't complain if you did it again?"

hyuka almost melts when you kiss him on the forehead, he's so intently focused on his laptop that he didn't even realise how tense he was. he felt his heart jump a little in his chest at how soft your motion was, the soft butterflies that erupted in the pit of his belly made him almost shudder.

"whoa what was that?" he smiled widely, he could feel the heat rise to his cheeks when you cradle his face in your hands , "hmm, a kiss for you because you've been working so hard" you pressed another kiss to his cheek , kai reaches to grab a hold on your wrist before pointing a finger to his lips, "you missed this spot"

taehyun swears he's not easily flustered... well mostly anyways... but when you're looking at him with the most lovesick expression on your face he can't help but blush.

"stop staringggg" he groans , attempting to hide his face in his hands as if that would do something to hide the effect you had on him, "you're so cute taehyuuuuuun" you said with a smile, he simply buried his face into the crook of your neck trying to cover up his blush. the butterflies that coursed through his belly had no mercy, you drove him absolute crazy but in the absolute best way possible.

a/n : dedicated to my favourite clown on tumblr dot com , @strayedstars ily 🫶💕 but anyways so, i really enjoyed writing this i got a bit carried away with soobin and beomvyu but it's okay haha

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sook9i · 2 years ago

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— I SAID LOOK

. . . GENRE ! yeonjun x afab!reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! dom!yj, sub!reader, implied edging, fingering, mirror sex, choking, yj kinda rough, some marking (tried to keep readers skin color ambiguous as possible tho is it described that red from bite marks can be seen), finger sucking 😞, reader naked while jun is still semi-clothed, reader is a little…dazed, pet names (yeonjun called junnie; reader called baby, darling, handsome, pretty, & cute), i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything !

. . . WORD COUNT ! 772

. . . NOTES ! I hope you enjoy our first fic !! yeonjun posted that fucking photo and i lost all coherent thought 😵‍💫

. . . ADMIN ! written by fairy cal 🐱

“Come on, baby.” The voice is silky, devilish, right up behind your ear. “Look at me.”

Your head is filled to the brink with fog. All senses dulled and yet turned up to one hundred. The firm feeling of his thighs spread out beneath yours is driving you crazy. Yet the sound of his command swims in and out of your ears, never sticking. Your only response is to let out a high-pitched whine as you struggle to grind your hips back into his.

The movement is quickly brought to end as he delivers a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh, drawing out a gasp.

“No, darling,” His hand travels up your thigh and over your hips and stomach, fingers fleeting on your bare sternum, until a strong grip takes hold of your chin. “I said look.”

Your head is yanked away from his comforting shoulder, forced forward straight at the mirror. Yeonjun’s half-lidded eyes meet yours in the reflection. His black tresses dangle down into his sight-light, drawing more attention to the sly smirk hanging on his lips.

Oh how proud he is of himself to have you like this.

Focusing on yourself in the full-length, you see just how much damage he’s already done. Your neck is littered in red, unlikely to disappear for the next couple of days; Your thighs draped wide on top of his reveal the leaking wet in between them. He has you completely naked, while only his top remains bare. Looking into your eyes, the gaze is far away and you let out another soft whine. His other hand, draped upon your lap, inches ever closer to where you need him most. Still, he continues to refuse you.

He’d been so tired coming back into the hotel room. Shoulders sagging, eyes heavy, you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. Thinking maybe a massage or running him a bath perhaps. Three ruined orgasms later, you can barely think beyond how desperate you are for his touch.

“Aren’t you so handsome? Look at how pretty I’ve made my baby.” Suddenly so much more energetic the moment he had you in his lap, quickly submitting to every touch.

Two long fingers poke at your lips, signaling you to open them. You gladly do, letting the rough pads run across your tongue, pushing down the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. The gag reflex pushes back up your throat, you swallow it as it’s replaced with a whiny moan.

He pulls the fingers away and you quickly peel your eyes back open, watching dazedly as he trails them down to your clit. Keeping with a soft touch, he begins circling the nub, barely pressing down. He moves at a torturous pace. A mewl breaks out of your lips, squeaky and needy. The deep vibrations of his chuckle shake against your back. Every movement of his bare skin against you drives you deeper into a haze. The two fingers dip further down, spreading slick up and down your folds, toying at your wanting entrance.

“J-Junnie, please! Please, I’ll be so so good for you! Promise-Just please give me anything, please!” Your voice hikes up, feeling tears begin to bubble up in your eyes. Need taking over, your hips buck against his hold, trying for any sort of relief you can get.

“God,” Fingernails dig into your sides as he stops your movements. “You’re so fucking cute.”

In a moment his lips swallow up yours. Eating up every delicious moan that spills out once he finally pushes his fingers into you. The pace he sets is fast revealing a need comparable to yours. Two fingers stretch out your walls again and again with a slight sting, yet you still want more. Yeonjun seems to think the same as he soon adds in another. That draws out a moan which he lets ring out, pulling away from your lips and back down to your neck. There his teeth scrape on the red skin. Pain fogs up your senses until it leaks into aphrodisiacal pleasure. Bombarded with so many sensations when he places his thumb back to roll circles around your clit; your head lolls back onto his shoulder and your eyes screw shut. The sounds you release grow higher and louder with every second past. Your high creeps up closer and closer, so close to finally getting there.

Yeonjun’s free hand soon finds purchase tight around your neck; grip harsh when he squeezes and forces your head back up. “I told you to look, baby. Watch how I ruin you.”

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fairyniceyeah · 1 month ago

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You made my dawn - Food coma 😸🐕🐢

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Lost in the big city

Summary: Even as the situation could have been avoided and mixing various cuisines was not the smartest idea, she couldn’t help but feel bad. All three of them looked miserable, clearly having been unable to estimate their limit.

CW: emeto

Main characters: Jun + Mingyu + Hansol/Vernon

Comfort came in many, many ways but there was something undeniably comforting about good food. Eunji just wished that her trainees had a bit more common sense.

It was pretty late in the evening when she got a call from Jun, which was rather unexpected. The trainees had been overjoyed when they were finally given phones and they all used them responsibly, often just to communicate with family in the night. Jun especially never had been one to call her much unless it was an emergency. So she fumbled with her phone instantly, worried what might have happened.

“Noona?”, Jun greeted her, his voice strained, “we, uh, we have a bit of a problem. Hansollie really isn’t feeling well.”

“Oh no”, Eunji mumbled, her mind running through all interactions she had with the young trainee that day. She couldn’t remember noticing that something was off - it must be a recent thing. She reached for her purse, ready to rush across the hall over to the trainee dorm. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Uhm, noona”, Jun said, a strange sound to his voice. “We, uh, we’re not at the dorm.”

That stopped Eunji dead in her tracks.

“What do you mean?”, she asked. “Where are you, cutie?”

She swore, if they went to practice again …

“We’re at the Chinese restaurant by the park”, Jun replied sheepishly.

“Uh huh”, Eunji said, “pray tell me what you were doing there?”

“Well, it’s … it’s my fault. I said I missed Chinese food and then Hansollie said he wanted to eat some American food again and Mingyu then suggested that we should just go restaurant-hopping … no, Mingyu, it was your idea … sorry, noona. Well, now we are here and I think Hansollie had a bit too much food.”

Eunji ran her hand through her hair. She expected to see gray hair any day now. The kids were impossible. But she understood - she knew Jun loved his home country’s cuisine and both Mingyu and Hansol loved to experiment with food and none of the three really knew when to stop. Maybe it was the restricted eating that the company had introduced to them against her will - they didn’t know how to tell when they were full anymore. For now she could do nothing but make sure they were okay.

“Okay, tell me your location and I’ll come get you with the car”, she said.

“I told you, the Chinese restaurant by the park.”

“Junnie, there are at least twenty Chinese restaurants…”

“The good one…”

“Jun…”

“Noona, the authentic one, come on…”

“Jun…”

“I’ll send you the address.”

“Thank you.”

Ten minutes later Eunji found her three charges sitting on the sidewalk by the address Jun had sent her. As she parked the car and got out, she found all three of them looking a bit uncomfortable.

“Noona”, Mingyu whined, his classic pout on his lips and rushing to cling to her. “I’m never eating again.”

“Hm, I doubt that, dear”, she mumbled, mustering the three of them.

Surprisingly Mingyu looked the best out of the three, while he seemed to be a bit pale, at least he was standing and walking. Hansol was curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach and he was pale, looking pained and queasy. Jun was sitting beside him, arm wrapped around Hansol’s shoulder but he had a hand on his stomach too.

Eunji shook her head and sighed, kneeling down in front of them.

“Hey, Hansollie”, she mumbled, brushing back a strand of his hair. “Bit too much food, buddy?”

Hansol just groaned.

“Junnie, how are you?”, she asked, noting how protective Jun seemed about his stomach.

“I feel so full, noona. My stomach hurts and I’m kinda nauseous”, Jun admitted.

Eunji nodded. Even as the situation could have been avoided and mixing various cuisines was not the smartest idea, she couldn’t help but feel bad. All three of them looked miserable, clearly having been unable to estimate their limit.

“Let’s get you all home, okay?”, she suggested.

Hansol was pliant as she helped him up, settling him in the front seat. With his motion sickness she didn’t want to take any chances. Mingyu also just slumped into the backseat. When Eunji had helped settle Hansol she turned to find Jun awkwardly standing by the backseat car door, looking uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong, Junnie?”, she asked, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“I think I need to puke, noona”, he whispered shakily, a hand on his chest as if he didn’t want to publicly raise it to his mouth.

“Now?”, Eunji asked, already frantically looking around for a spot.

Jun nodded, turning greenish.

“Alright, come on, cutie”, Eunji mumbled and grabbed his hand. “Stay where you are”, she called to the younger members and rushed Jun into the restaurant. A server looked at them confused, but ready to stop them until she saw Jun’s face. She instantly pointed them towards the bathrooms.

As soon as they entered the big, single stall bathroom, Jun was bent over the sink, heaving violently. Eunji locked the door and just reached him in time as the first wave of vomit came up. She brushed his longish hair back and rubbed his back, whispering soothing words.

Jun just kept gagging and retching, his stomach turning itself inside out. It was hard to watch as more and more chunky, thick, brown puke fell into the sink. Eunji shuddered when she realised that she could sort of piece together what he had eaten and instead focused on washing the sick away with the facet.

“Noona”, Jun gasped, tears in his eyes. “I … “ He stopped himself, gagging again. “I feel so sick.”

“I know, Junnie, I know”, Eunji mumbled, “you’re gonna be okay.”

It took a few more minutes, so much coming up, until Jun was able to stop. Euni gently helped him straight up, washed away the remnants of vomit in the sink and held him steady as he washed his face and swished his mouth.

“Do you feel a bit better after you got all of that out?”, Euni asked, running her hand through his hair.

“Yeah, sorry”, Jun mumbled sheepishly.

“It’s alright. I’m just glad you feel better. Do you feel ready to go home?”

Jun ignored her question, his eyes filling with tears.

“I’m so sorry, noona”, he whispered, “it’s all my fault. That Mingyu-yah and Hansollie aren’t feeling well. I … I was feeling homesick and I said I really wanted to eat real Chinese food again and so they said they wanted to try it too. Hansollie started talking about hamburgers and pizza and other American food and then Mingyu suggested we try all three. So we ate some Korean street food and American street food and ended up here as the final joy. I … if I …”

“Oh, Junnie, no”, Eunji mumbled and pulled him into her arms, his body shaking softly against hers. “You miss home, that’s okay. I understand, we all understand. I think it’s pretty nice that Mingyu and Hansol tried to cheer you up, hm? Of course, you maybe shouldn’t have done it all in one sitting but you’ll learn from this.”

Jun nodded against her and took a deep breath. “Can we go home?”

“Of course.”

The drive home luckily wasn’t as exciting. Jun and Minygyu were cuddling in the backseat and Hansol was slowly starting to relax in the front seat. Once they reached the parking garage, Mingyu and Jun helped each other out of the car while Eunji took Hansol’s hand, leading them all up to the dorm.

“Go lie down on the couch, okay?”, she suggested, “I’ll get you something to help you feel better.”

Together the three of them sadly shuffled to the living room, collapsing into a pile of teenage boy. Eunji grabbed some stomach medicine from the kitchen cupboard as well as some water bottles and a bucket, just in case. She activated the kettle and brought the other items to the couch before filling up the two hot water bottles they had.

She smiled when she saw the three of them. Hansol was curled up in a tiny ball in one corner, Mingyu holding his hand. Jun was curled up in Mingyu’s lap, while the tallest was stretched out. Gently Eunji placed a hot water bottle against both Mingyu’s and Jun’s stomachs, both exhaling in relief as the warmth soothed their muscles.

She contributed the medicine before settling down with them by Hansol’s side. As expected, the youngest quickly crawled into her lap, and grabbed her hand, playing it against his tummy. Eunji rubbed tender circles against his skin, knowing it was what soothed the kid the most.

“Rest”, she told them, “I’ll be here if you need anything. Next time, just let me know and I’ll drive you to some good food, okay? You don’t have to pay for a piece of home and comfort yourself.”

Next story: Big Brother

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tinietaehyun · 1 year ago

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Oh, Lover Boy.

[Bf!Hueningkai x Reader] [Post-College!AU] [One-shot]

Pairing: Bf!Hueningkai x Reader

Genres: Post-College!AU, romance, fluff, slice of life, just a feel good and cute fic!

Contains: Profanity, suggestive dialogue/themes.

Link: MASTERLIST

Note: Recommended to listen to “Invitation” by JUNNY (Feat. Gaeko), to really get into the vibe! Something short and sugary sweet, in comparison to my usual longer one-shots.

Summary: With your hellish final year college exams over with; both you and your boyfriend needed time to catch up and unwind from the stresses of life during your break together. What better way to start things off than staying at home, cuddling together whilst binge-watching your favourite show, or- well trying to binge-watch it. It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist his puppy-eyed gaze and sweet kisses!

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You squeal in utter joy watching the main couple on screen finally kiss (that so very passionately, you may add!) in your new favourite show. You’d been waiting for this; it’s been half a season already! “Finally,” you grin almost feeling your cheeks hurt and your heart flutter from the way the couple on screen hold each other.

“What? They finally kissed, hm?” A very familiar voice calls out from the kitchen. You yelp, “Yeah, you missed it. I’ve been waiting ages; genuinely, I was beginning to get worried they’d never get together!” You hear your boyfriend chuckle amongst the clatter of kitchen utensils. The aroma of the food he’s making wafts into your nostrils; incredible!

You call out with a smirk, “Wow, you’re not burning something for once,” a chuckle escapes your lips as he scoffs loudly. “I’m not that bad at cooking you know. I can hold my own.” Rolling your eyes, you hum in reminiscence, “Remember that one time, two months ago when we stayed at-“

“Shut it, y/n. Don’t be mean,” he whines making you cackle atrociously. It wasn’t your fault, that Huening Kai wasn’t exactly a great cook. Making anything above cup noodles, ramen and coffee was entering dangerous territory in relation to Huening Kai. That was why you mostly supervised him in the kitchen but today he was adamant that you let him in the kitchen to cook himself. You wonder how he survived during your college days - then again his roommates: Taehyun and Yeonjun probably saved his ass from starving or living off takeout.

You snort and he scoffs once more, “I know you’re laughing at me.” Humming playfully, you respond, “How’d you guess?” You can almost hear him roll his eyes, “From the gargantuan snort you let out, you pig.” You gawk at his insult, “Is that how you insult the love of your life?”

“You’re insulting my cooking skills!” He calls out in a playfully offended tone.

At this point the rest of the episode you were watching becomes background noise. You coo, “Oh come on baby, I didn’t mean it. I was just joking around.” Kai snorts in response and replies, “Sure, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, love.”

A giggle escapes your lips; you were cheesing hard. You loved pestering and annoying him; his reactions were always so adorable and endearing! You made sure to never cross the line though; you’d never dream of hurting Huening Kai ever. This man only ever deserved the absolute best.

His personality was sweet, soft even. Almost akin to a clingy puppy at times. He could keep up with your teasing, even teasing you back creating for humorous banter and bickering between the two of you. Not to mention, his insanely good music skills, you were lucky to have him. You remember how he often serenaded you to sleep, or wrote songs for your birthdays and especially last year; he produced a song dedicated to you for your third anniversary together. You knew he had a tender heart, a soft spot for animals, for you. A pure soul, one that enjoyed every moment of life.

“Kai, you almost done?” You call out. “Yeah, give me a sec. Just got to turn off the cooker and clean the counters a little,” he hums back. You twist yourself back around to face the screen and realise you’d missed quite a few minutes when you suddenly see the main female lead crying her eyes out? Damn, what the hell happened? Wasn’t she just with her man, making out a few minutes ago? You shrug to yourself; oh well.

Your eyes dart around the room as your hand finds the remote reversing the episode back to the point you’d left it. It was a relaxing atmosphere with the way the sunset light shone through the curtains in a golden hue giving the room an ethereal and warm glow. A haphazard pale blue blanket was thrown across one of the cushioned chairs to the right of you; the one you had used to cuddle with Kai yesterday. The view outside the main window encompassed dreary cityscape with vehicles passing by and regular pedestrians wearing their summer clothes; majority of them getting back from the beach. You could imagine the light breeze and warm air outside of the fading summer days.

You enjoyed tender and tranquil moments such as these. You and Huening Kai, had finished college a month back right after your hellish final exams. You shudder thinking back to that period of time; so utterly stressful and you barely had time to see each other. It was awful. Luckily, your daily messages, video calls and phone calls kept you going as you both cracked down to study hard. Fortunately, for you both, it seems your persistence and resilience had paid off! You both felt that your results were gonna be pretty good (well you were both trying to manipulate yourselves into a state of positive thinking, at least).

Your eyes gaze over to the potted plant on the window sill pitifully wilting and you can’t help but sigh with a smile, “Oh Kai..” He loved to try new things; often getting carried away with just how much he thinks he can handle. You tended to overwork yourself to the brink of exhaustion; something that Kai had managed to help you control. You helped him with his nervousness and efficiency whilst working. You both balanced each other out; what one doesn’t have, the other has. You were each other’s bases, each other’s home.

Often, you reminisce on how this all started. You still remember the slightly anxious and quiet boy who would be in your lecture hall two rows above you. He was attentive but with the way his eyes constantly met yours; the shared glances and smiles that made your heart flutter; you knew you both had a connection. His method of wooing you also made you laugh; it was endearing to say the least.

The way he would always lose his pens and come to you, to ‘borrow a pen,’ and then give it back only to ask for it again the next lecture you had. You had managed to catch on rather quickly what his tactic was; you still remember how flustered his cute and handsome face was! Then, it was followed by you asking him to work with you on an assigned project and the rest was history.

You finally asked him out during one of your study dates and from then on, you had been inseparable throughout the last two years of your degree. From all that educational stress; you both wished to unwind, relax and make up for lost time that you could have spent together; and this summer was perfect time to do it!

Your reverie is broken as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and a warm body press into the side of yours. You adjust yourself against him as you lean your head back on his shoulder with a soft smile. Kai murmurs; his voice low yet comforting, “What are you thinking about?” You hum peering at him to the side, “You.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly with a twinkle and his cheeks blossom into a faint reddish hue. “Me?” He questions bashfully, “What about me?” You coo running your hand through his dark brown locks, “Everything about you, love.” Kai clears his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist snuggling into you, “Yeah?” You hum, “Mhm.”

His body heat seeps through your clothes and you relax as the smell of his cologne invades your senses; you loved it - a subtle and sweet tangerine scent. It comforted you. It was on practically all his clothes; even the hoodie you had on right now (technically it wasn’t yours - not that he minded you wearing it, of course!)

Suddenly, he tightens his arms around your waist and hoists you onto his lap. A warmth spreads through your cheeks at the sudden motion. He always did this; yet it got you flustered every damn time!

“What episode is this?” He hum twisting his face back towards the screen. Composing yourself, you reply, “Episode ten, I practically missed half of it though. Still am, now that you’re here.”

His eyes glimmer playfully, “Why? Am I distraction?” You pout, “Yes, you are, Kai. You know that.”

Kai leans in close to your face with a playful smile, “You love it really.” You hum, “Do I?” His nose rubs against yours in a flurry; something you adored about Kai. He’d give these to you often or rub your tummy in the most random moments. He was such a tender and loving soul. Kai places a delicate kiss atop your nose point making your heart soar. You admit defeat, “I do.”

A laugh escapes his lips, “Of course you do.” His eyes flit down to your lips; his pupils dilate ever so slightly. A sly smile graces your face as you lean forward and trail your fingers down his cheek; he noticeably shivers. With that, he presses his lips against yours softly and passionately. Once again, the show continues to run on. At this point you think, you’ll never be able to get past episode ten!

Kai’s lips move with yours softly, slowly; your lips connected in an affectionate and gentle manner. You cup his cheek caressing your thumb against his cheek bone as his fingers slips under the hem of the hoodie to feel your warm, supple skin underneath. His fingers make your body tingle with delight as they draw slow circles against your hips and waist. The moment is raw, tender and passionate. Slow, almost ever so sloppy kisses with him were what you considered the peak of comfort. A way to de-stress and forget about the world around you. It was just you two.

You both part for air, both breathing shakily. You knew if you continued this; you’d never finish the episode, rather you’d end up in another room entirely - the bedroom. His lips trails down your neck as he nips and leaves sweet, seductive kisses along the curve. You whine breathlessly, “Kai, the s-show. This is going to be the third time I rewind it to catch up.” He suckles on your neck gently making you groan. Your fingers entangle into his silky hair. Kai muffles against your neck, “Forget the show.”

“We always do this,” you whine with a chuckle as he separates from your neck and peer at you with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. You shake your head, “Nope, I’m determined to finish this episode at least. One episode.” You place a kiss onto his forehead as consolation upon seeing the pout on his rosy lips. “Why, you don’t wanna reward your handsome boyfriend for all his hard work cooking today?” You huff, “Of course I do. But I wanna watch this with you! To cuddle with you.”

Recently, Huening Kai had gotten an internship at a producing company and so you couldn’t as spend as much time out as you’d have liked. Though, you were incredibly happy for him! Kai was phenomenally talented in regard to music; everything from producing, songwriting and playing various instruments from which you could see with the guitar case that leant against the wall beside his keyboard.

“Oh? My sweetheart wants to cuddle, then cuddle, we shall.” You release giggle placing your hands over his forearms as he wraps his arms around you tightly once more. He nuzzles into your neck with a playful smirk, “We always have tonight after all, to do what we both really want.” Your eyes widen as you become flustered by his cheeky remark giving him a playful smack, “Kai!”

He shrugs innocently peering up at you, “What? It’s the truth, no? You weren’t complaining yesterday?” You whine crashing your head into his shoulder in embarrassment; a burst of desire courses through you. “Okay, okay, I get it, love,” you huff out making him cackle.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. It’s my only defence against your teasing, honestly,” he grins. You peer up with a mischievous glare, “Just you wait…” Kai bites his lower lip in anticipation, “Oh believe me, I will…” You peer over our shoulder seeing the credits of the episode and you groan, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Kai bursts out laughing at your frustrated expression, “Oh too bad.” You pout, “We were supposed to watch it together, this episode is apparently really good.” He hums, “According to who?” You huff, “According to Twitter, my friends.” Kai shakes his head, “Ah yes, very reliable and unbiased sources.” You scoff, “Oh shut it, you like this show too. I’ve seen the way you peek over whenever you pretend you’re working.”

Kai feigns offence, “Pretend I’m working? Excuse me?” You hum, “I’ve seen you flip through the same music sheet four times every time you look up at the screen whenever I watch a drama.” A slightly embarrassed expression coats his features and he scoffs back, “I just get easily distracted, is all.” You laugh running your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. He closes his eyes in repose and contentment. Kai always liked you playing with his hair; as you liked it when he played with yours.

Kai requests adorably, “Can we switch? I wanna lie my head on your lap?” You have to stop your heart bursting from your rib cage. “Of course, love,” you speak softly as you get up and he stands with a dazed smile on his face. Your heart twists and churns; he looked at you with so much love and adoration. God, you loved him so much. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, really.

Kai lies his head down onto your lap and you caress his forehead; his honey-toned skin glows under the hue of the sunset. Your fingers make their way through his hair and he nestles into your lap comfortably with his eyes closing. He murmurs, “I love moments like this…” You hum, “Me too, love.” A smile appears on his face; almost goofy. It makes you giggle in response.

He takes your other hand intertwining his fingers with yours giving it a squeeze. Kai softly speaks, “Love you, sweetheart.” Genuinely smiling down at him, you reply, “Love you too, Kai.” He nuzzles into your stomach making you laugh; he knew you were ticklish. Huening Kai was perfect in every aspect, you could ask for no one better.

“You’re perfect,” he suddenly utters opening his eyes. Your heart jumps and twists in joy, “I could say the same, love.” A blush paints his cheeks faintly. Kai questions, “What about episode ten?” You snort, “We’ll watch it another time.” He pouts, “Sorry…” You chuckle, “Don’t worry about it, I prefer time with you anyway.”

“How about we watch something else?” He suggests. You shrug with a smile, “If you want?” Kai ponders in thought before speaking, “How about we watch that thriller drama, you told me a few weeks ago? Have you started?” You nod, “I watched half of episode one, but had to leave it be due to work. Totally forgot about it. It had such a cool concept!” He grins, “Let’s get to it then,” as he grunts reaching over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

He begins scrolling through the available dramas and you point to it and it begins playing. You both contently focus on the drama for once and are immersed into the plot; as you both discuss the various aspects of the first episode, then the second and then the third. “Fucking hell, this is good,” he gets up from your lap stretching. You nod excitedly, “So good, the actors did such a good job.”

Kai grins, “Your ass would be dead in a heartbeat, if you were in a situation with a killer like that.” You deadpan, “Look who’s talking.” Your stomach rumbles and you huff, “Hungry.” He nods with a teasing smile, “Thought so, come on. We’ll get back to the show afterwards.”

As you both enter the kitchen; the scene becomes wholesomely domestic. You grab some plates as he checks on the food. You peek over his shoulder, “Holy shit, that curry looks amazing.” Kai looks smug at your praise, “Saw this Thai curry recipe on Insta, and just had to try it. It was super simple too.” You hum as you begin serving the curry with rice onto the plates, “Damn, seems you aren’t too bad of a cook, after all.”

Kai wraps his arms around your waist from behind leaning his head atop your right shoulder, “Mm, see? Your boyfriend is somewhat skilled in the kitchen. He can sorta cook, he can sing, play the guitar and piano…hm, the list goes on and on…” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you hum, “Wow, real humble aren’t you?” Kai snorts nuzzling into your neck littering one or two kisses, “What can I say? I’m nothing short of modest.”

“Mhm,” you nod sarcastically as you pick up the steaming plates full of deliciously tempting food. “Let’s get eating, I’m starving!” He says excitedly as you both sit down at the small dining table and tuck in immediately. As expected, it tasted even better than how it looked. You were proud of your boyfriend; he’d made such an excellent meal!

You muffle contently, “So, so good!” He chuckles wiping some curry off the side of your lips, “I can see that.” A smug expression coats his features, “Praise me more.”

You munch on the food; deciding to feed his ego for once to which he responds delightfully to. Afterwards, you both work to clean up. “You did so good. You’ve gotta definitely make that again,” you smile. His eyes glitter, “I’m glad you liked it. I’m super happy.” You smile genuinely at him, “Good job.”

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas, yeah? Get comfy. What about you?” You ask peering over your shoulder. He nods, “Sure. I’ll do the same. We can continue the drama afterwards.” With that, you both change into some comfortable pyjamas with some bickering and teasing and find yourselves back on the sofa in front of the TV screen wrapped in each other arms, cuddling.

Episode four, episode five pass. You find him immersed into the show and you smile mischievous beginning to roam your hand under his shirt, up along his abdominals. Kai stiffens snapping his head to face you with a sly gaze, “What are you doing?” You hum playfully, “I don’t know, you tell me, love?” His face flushes at your seductive tone. He pouts, “Is this revenge for what I did earlier?” You nuzzle your head into his neck beginning to litter kisses; he shivers making you smile.

“Perhaps it is, love,” you breathlessly murmur against his skin. “Anyway, didn’t you say you were looking forward to tonight?” You inquire coyly. He whines, “You’re so mean. Petty even.” You murmur, “Hypocrite.” His hand trails under your pyjama shirt, “But you’re too difficult to resist…” His eyes meet yours and your lips soon follow melting into each other passionately; a hint of roughness this time.

With you pushing him down onto the sofa; it was clear; episode five was where you’d stop for tonight. His eyes peer up at you with so much love, affection and adoration. You lean down towards his lips with a soft smile, “I love you.”

Kai whispers blissfully looking into your eyes, “Love you too, sweetheart.” Oh, no one could compare to him. Your heart belonged to him and him alone.

It always will. Your sweet, lover boy.

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lovetaroandtaemin · 4 months ago

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Kinktober 2024

Day 8: Hand Kink

Han Hyeongjun x Reader Word Count: 1,022 THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Soft dom!Jun Han, fingering, biting, a little bit of voyeurism, Jun Han gets a bit mean with the teasing, implied round 2. If you think I missed any warnings, let me know! A/N: If you would like to be added to my Kinktober taglist, you can send an ask, send a dm, or comment on any of my Kinktober-related posts with the username that you'd like tagged. Happy reading!

Taglist: @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Fic is under the cut.

It was the last concert of Xdinary Heroes’ tour, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Not only did you have the time of your life traveling with your boyfriend and his bandmates, but you also couldn’t wait to get back home and have some quality time with Hyeongjun. Sure, the first thing the two of you were planning to do with that “quality time” was have sex, but it was still a relief to know that you would be able to go back to your apartment after the show instead of a hotel room or tour bus.

Every time you watched your boyfriend perform, you found it impossible to tear your eyes off of him. Hyeongjun had the kind of charisma that just drew you in whenever he was onstage, and you loved it. It also didn’t help that you tended to get distracted by how gorgeous you thought he was. It was obvious to anyone that saw how you looked at him, to the point that even his own bandmates teased him sometimes because they could see how in love the two of you were.

One of the things that you found really attractive about Hyeongjun was his hands. Just watching the way that he moved them as he played had your mind swimming with inappropriate thoughts more often than you wanted to admit. He always looked sexy when he played, and you loved showing him just how sexy you thought he was after every show.

When Hyeongjun made his way backstage, the first thing he did was look for you. When he found you in his dressing room, scrolling on your phone, he said, “I have some things I have to do before I can leave. You should go home, though, you deserve some relaxation. Ok?”

“You got it, honey,” you responded, quickly gathering your things so you could leave. Once you were home, you stripped and waited on your bed for Hyeongjun to arrive. Waiting for him when all you wanted to do was rip his clothes off and let him have his way with you was agonizing, but you did your best to be patient. After all, you knew that he would give you everything you wanted and more when he got home.

While you waited, you let your fantasies run wild. You thought about Hyeongjun’s hands, and how sexy they looked whenever he played guitar. As you thought about him, you couldn’t help but slide your hand down to where you wanted his hands the most. You slowly inserted one finger into your pussy, imagining it was his. After a few minutes, one turned into two. After a few more minutes, you could barely contain yourself, bucking your hips up and crying out in desperation. It felt good to have your own fingers inside of you, but nothing could compare to Hyeongjun.

Your solo playtime was interrupted by Hyeongjun clearing his throat and asking, “Well what is this? Poor baby got so desperate waiting for me she couldn’t help but touch herself?”

“’m sorry, Junnie, I just started thinking and couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh, really? What were you thinking about, sweetie?”

You looked away blushing and mumbled, “Your hands.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear,” he responded with a teasing tone.

“Your hands,” you said, slightly louder. He laughed a little bit when he heard your answer. In response, you quietly said, “What? I like your hands.”

“Well then I guess I should put them to use, shouldn’t I?” You nodded, and Hyeongjun joined you on the bed. He gently moved your hand away from your pussy, replacing it with his. You let out a moan of satisfaction when you finally felt his fingers inside of you, loving the way he curled them as he fucked you. As he fingered you, you felt his mouth on your neck, biting and kissing every inch of you that he could reach.

Hyeongjun loved fucking you with his cock, but he loved fucking you with his fingers even more. You were significantly more responsive when he used his hands. Every time he got to see how much more responsive you were, it did wonders for his ego as well as his libido. The way you bucked your hips up in your desperation for more was adorable, and he loved how you sounded in bed. Hyeongjun would never tell you this, but he held the sounds that left your lips during your most intimate moments together in higher regard than his favorite song.

Your moans grew louder as Hyeongjun started to move his fingers faster. You knew that you wouldn’t last much longer, so you warned him. He stopped kissing your neck and you whined, but when he grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact, the frustration you were feeling quickly turned to nervousness and arousal. It was almost too much for you to handle, and when he looked you in the eyes and said, “Cum for me, sweetheart,” you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your orgasm washed over you like the sweetest tidal wave, and you held onto Hyeongjun for dear life as he fucked you through it. Once the aftershocks subsided and your breathing returned to normal, he kissed you with a passion that made your head spin. When you pulled away, you smiled and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” You smiled until he said, “I knew you liked my hands, but I didn’t realize just how much.”

You blushed and hid your face in his neck, whining at the teasing. The embarrassment only lasted for a moment, though, once you remembered that Hyeongjun hadn’t gotten any attention yet. The idea of making your boyfriend cum got you turned on all over again, and you took advantage of your position by kissing and biting at his neck. He let out a small moan at the sensation and said, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, love.”

It was going to be a very long night for both of you, but you were both too turned on by each other to care.

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hoeforhao · 2 years ago

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Hello!!! Your work is amazing, I love it a lot! Sooo... I have been thinking about Junhui as dad?!! Like god-it will be the death of me because just look at him he is so good with kids!

ㅤㅤㅤ ｡˚ 𓂋 🍵 . Woven by Fate﹒✦﹒✿ ˚

𑁍pairing: step-dad!junhui x g.n!reader

𑁍warnings: none, just some little bit of heavy topics ig? and just pure bliss of jun as a dad, explicit language, mention of pregnancy, mild angst, soft fluffy ending

𑁍author's note: thanks anon for giving me baby fever now!!!!! svt as dads is my weakest point. also i added some real life experiences of mine into this piece hehe...hope y'all will like it ♡*literally wrote this in 30 mins at a starbucks*

my taglist and asks for drabbles or fics or headcannons are always open ꒦꒷new smut soon꒦꒷

Taglist : @joonsytip @tommolex @tara-drabbles @meowmeowminnie @qkrcjstk @chwenott @mewheree @cinnamoroxie

"Yah run slow A'Jun" a soft chuckle parts your lips as your two year old daughter sprints towards her dad, arms wide open and face plastered with the loudest giggles.

"You missed dada princess?" the two tone haired 'prince charming' asks your babygirl, while swinging her up into his arms, showering her stature with a year's worth kisses. "But dada missed you more love. Now that I'm here, you better not stick by mommy or I'll be angy, hmph"

Oh what a sight! Seeing a 26 year old man pout like an absolute babie, infront of his toddler daughter, or should i say step-daughter.

Yes A'Jun, wasn't Jun's biological daughter. You had her with your asshole ex, who 'lost feelings for you' while you were literally pregnant with his child. Being someone who grew up without any male presence or help, you never ever felt the need for getting any man involved in your daughter's life anymore, until....

Jun was really what they described to be a 'prince charming' in children's tales and your daughter's knight in shining armor. But for you? He was just Junnie's kindergarten teacher, until that one day, that one destined ptm when your girl was curled up in a corner, throwing tantrums at you 'bout why everyone was there with their fathers, and she wasn't.

You knew this question would taint your daughter's lips for the rest of her life, and honestly? you now blamed yourself for not being able to give her a proper childhood. And boom, that's when Jun walked in. Would you say it was a fairytale epilogue? For sure it was. Cuz the way he just came out of nowhere and picked her up into his embrace, wiping off her tear stained face with wet kisses and going " Who said you don't have a father sweet potato? Who am I then? Huh?Dada is shad now". Yes a grown ass man, who was in no way related to your child was now baby talking with her, paired with cutest pout you've ever seen on a man.

And that's how your story started. A story of a perfect, small yet contented family. Something you've always dreamt of, but never ever hoped of living. You sometimes think whether it was really meant to be? Why? Cuz ain't it too much of a coincidence that you named your daughter after her 'would be dad' whom you had no idea of? Both of them being born on the tenth day of June, aka your birth month!! Maybe this family was actually woven carefully by the universe, one thread at a time, with the finest of muslin.

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nctinkverse · 10 months ago

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Promissa Redux - Chapter 3

Synopsis: A life-altering phone call from Jaehyun prompts reflection on your personal life and career choices. Despite initial confusion and concern, he surprises you with a movie script offer. Memories intertwine with present decisions, revealing a longing for closeness. Accepting the script becomes a opportunity to have your best fried back, you miss the banter and tender moments you had with him more than you thought you did.

Warnings: minors do not interact!, for this chapter we've got a little angst, smut and crude words.

Pairing: jaehyun x f. reader

Word count: 1.760

Autor note: This chapter takes us back to Jaehyun call we saw in the preview of Promissa Redux, some parts are a little more detailed and at the end, there's a flashback were we get a glimpse of what their relationship as a married couple looked like. Sorry for taking so much time to update and enjoy!

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Chapter 3 - One call away is not close enough

A call two years later changed everything.

Your career…

Your personal life as well.

You were fast asleep when the phone rang. Jaehyun’s name on the screen made you alert, is he alright? Did something happen?

Laying your back on the headboard you answered the call.

“Hi” he said using a normal tone. That made you a little less worried.

“Jaehyun, is something wrong?”

“Oh, no… I’m sorry… I didn’t check the time difference. I should have called another-

“Jae…spill, what’s the gossip, huh?”

He let out a little laugh since the gossip thing that a old joke between you two.

“No gossip, but I do have something.”

“Clearly, it’s something good or you wouldn’t be calling on impulse, spill, Jaehyun.”

“Yeah right…” He hesitated a bit coughing a bit, his telltale sign that he was nervous.

“I got sent this script for a movie, they want me as the main character…” He hesitated again which made you ask.

“Jeong Jaehyun, what did you do?”

“I sent a copy of the script to your mailbox.”

You could feel your sleepiness vanishing as you started to scold him.

“Jaehyun, are you nuts? You can’t ship stuff like this in the mail! What if gets – “

"It got delivered today." He interrupted, making you stop your thinking.

Scrambling for a thought since he didn’t elaborate, you asked.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with it?! I’m not a male actor, Jung."

"Read, dummy, read."

"And do what?"

"Tell me if you want it."

You opened your mouth to be obnoxious, pointing out the obvious, but Jaehyun must have listened to your 'I’m about to give you an earful' breath and went first.

"Listen, it’s an amazing script, just like the ones you used to want to work on. There’s an opening for a cinematographer, and I know you’re a hell of a good one, so if you want, it’s yours." He said in one breath, probably afraid you would interrupt again.

But from all he said, this part really got you confused.

"What do you mean it’s mine?"

"I showed the director your profile and portfolio, and he said yes."

"Fuck, Jaehyun." You didn’t know what to say since he was never one to interfere in your personal life since the D word.

"You’re sleepy, and I know how grumpy you can be at this hour, so… I still must tell you two more things, the job is in the states, probably 3-4 months of filming, and I am supposed to give an answer on the male character in 48 hours. We would have to work together, and we would probably have to strike a deal with my parents since we can’t pull Junnie out of school, so…"

You understood what he said, but you needed at least a cup of coffee to process it. But before you could say anything, he went off again.

"I can give it up if you want." He said almost like a whisper.

"Give what up?"

"The character."

"You didn’t like it?"

"No, but –

You interrupted again.

"So, if you do like it, why would you give it up?" It made no sense to you.

"For you –"

It still didn’t make sense why he would give it up.

"Give it up for ME?"

"I like it, Y/N, but this script has you written all over it… and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by being there."

Now you got him, yet he was about the last person in this world who could make you uncomfortable.

"Yuno…" You said in a softer tone.

You heard his breath and a soft "yeah?"

"I don’t hate you." You stated in your most soft yet firm tone, it was one of the things he must not forget about you two.

"I know, Y/N, I know."

"I am going to read it and think about what you said, ok? Don’t do anything hasty."

"Ok, I will let you go back to sleep."

"I’m not sleeping after all this, you know right?" You said, letting out a small huff.

"I know."

"What I am about to do is getting up, making some coffee and grabbing the script out of my mailbox, does it sound good to you?" You were being just a bit playful.

"It does, love."

That word made you warm like butter melting on a frying pan. Still, that wasn’t something out of the ordinary for him to call you. So, you let it slide.

"Well, for sure it’s better than staying in bed tossing and turning."

He let out a small giggle, he knew you were one of those to fight a lot with your bed at night.

"Good morning, love."

"Good afternoon to you?" You didn’t know what time zone he was on, so you tried.

"Try again." He said with a smiling voice.

"Good night!" You said like you had guessed the lottery numbers.

He let out a giggle sound and said, "Give little Nari 1000 kisses from me, will you?”

"Why just a thousand?" You said with a little pout as if he could see.

You could hear his playful tone in reply.

"Don’t you know our daughter? She might ask for in real life a thousand kisses; since you are the closest parent, you might fall victim to it, so I think that’s a great number for kisses."

You both giggled, Jung Nari, the lily to our garden, was at that phase where hyperbole would be a tough concept for her to grasp.

"Ok, fine." You agreed still giggling.

"I will call… stay safe."

"You too, Jaehyun."

With that you decided to get up put some warm clothes, while the coffee maker did her job, you went downstairs to get the script from your mailbox.

When the coffee was ready you got back to your room and pulled the curtains up letting a little of the city lights get into your room. Turning on your lamp you seated yourself on your favorite chair.

The script was big, over 200 pages, there was no way you would finish it before Nari would wake up, but when you reached page 50 you decided it was okay to close it.

Jaehyun was right, it was exactly the type of script you wanted to work with. You were deeply touched he even remembered you talking about it…

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“I believe in you.”

“You do?” You asked raising your head from Jaehyun’s chest so you could look at his eyes. “I don’t think I can do it, I think it’s too late”.

He was already shaking his head even before you could finish.

“It’s not late, if you want to change careers you know what to do, I don’t doubt for a second, you’ll get there.”

You were deeply touched by his words. It’s not like you thought he wouldn’t be supportive, you just never imagined needing to hear his genuine tone, the way he looked into your eyes ensuring you could perceive every feeling he conveyed.

Raising your head a little, you gave him a kiss. It was a sweet ‘thank you’ one.

When you disconnected and snuggled even more close to him on the couch, using your leg over his hips to feel every part of you against his comfortable warm body.

“So, I’m curious, if you could pick a type of movie to work on, what it would be like?”

“An 80’s movie for sure.”

“Why baby?”

“Well, you know they are my favorites, the whole boombox thing outside a girls window it's a classic, I also like Ten Reasons Why I Hate You, I love the whole enemies to lovers it’s an amazing plot if done right.”

“I don’t think you can work on movies like enemies to lovers, you might get a crush on Heath Ledger and I could lose my wife.”

You smacked the upper part of his butt for the almost funny insult.

“I do not have a crush on Heath Ledger!”

“Oh yeah babe, you do, you have all his movies.”

“Yes! Because he was an amazing actor!”

“Are you sure he’s not handsome?”

“No!”

“You literally drool when he is on screen baby…”

“Fine! That’s just because he has dimples!”

“Oh, I knew it!”

“You have dimples too, so shut it, Jae.”

“Oh, you’re soo nervous, you’re-

You stopped his sentence with a kiss. A warm one this time, you were trying to make a point so he would forget about stupid cute Heath Ledger and just kiss you dumb.

It took only a few seconds to feel his tongue invade your mouth, playing with yours, his hand that was on your lower back traveled to your butt check and he pressed your body even closer to his.

You moaned, his cock pressing very close to where you needed him, he lowered his lips to your neck. Using your hand, you guided his head to the spot you needed him, your fingers right over one of the dimples you loved so much.

“Yuno…I don’t like other man’s dimples, I just like yours…” You said between breaths.

Against your neck he let out a small laugh.

“Yeah baby, how much?”

“I like it so fucking much I want you to pass it on to our kids.”

“Oh, kids.”

“Yes, kids.” You also replied with your body undulating against his, all tingly with excitement.

He left your neck to tease your lips with his.

“Plural. Interesting.”

You just nodded pleading with your eyes for him to kiss you fully.

“So, you like the idea of babies…

“Not really the point.”

“So, what is the point?” He kissed you a little harder for a few seconds but pulled away again.

“I like trying to make babies with you so much, I know one day I’m going to go insane and tell you to forget the condoms.”

“Or maybe one day I will fuck you so hard and soo good the condom would break.” He completed.

“That’s exactly my point. Now stop being a tease.”

He laughed but finally went back to kissing you.

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You shook your head so the memory would go away, Jaehyun was the love of your life, your already happy ending was Nari.

But you missed your best friend.

He had a strange sense of humor, was calm and knew what to say every time you needed him.

You missed him so much, so that’s how you convinced yourself to accept the script. Maybe it was a way you could also be close to your best friend again.

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rubyreduji · 2 years ago

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[minors dni] [cw: phone sex, sending nudes, guided masturbation, light pet play]

"soooo...." you call through the phone "do you like my present?"

junhui is about to nut in his pants

pulled up on his phone screen is a photoset that you had just sent him. the photos feature you in an erotic set of pink lingerie that accent everything

there's silky straps that sits against your skin and lace that he can see your nipples peaking out from behind

the look is topped off with a set of cat ears and a matching collar and tail that makes jun's head go blank and his mouth water. he doesn't think he's ever wanted you do badly in his life

"baby these are..." jun can't find his words, his brain clouded with lust

you giggle through the phone reciever "i'm glad you like them. i thought i'd send you something nice since we can't be together for valentine's day and i figured these would be nicer than chocolates"

"you're killing me here y/n" jun groans

"oh? want to tell me more?"

"i think i'm going to die from how hard i am right now" jun whines a bit

"that's so hot" you purr "...can i see?"

jun is quick to turn his video on so you can see his face, you do the same. you're sitting on you bed, staring at the screen with a sultry gaze. jun is lucky you caught him at an off time as he lays in bed as well, his cock hard and straining in his pants

he turns his camera so it's pointing at his lap before he pushes his pants down, his boxers go with, his cock springing free. he can hear you moan a bit which turns him on even more

"mmm baby look at you, so hard just for me" you coo "can you pretend it's me there, touching you"

"y-yes" jun mutters

"your cock is so big, i wish i could taste it. go ahead and touch yourself baby, stroke your cock"

jun reaches down and grasps his cock. he thinks about what you do when you touch him, the way you take your time teasing him, getting him even more worked up

he bites down on his lower lip as he trails his finger over the underside of his cock before swiping his thumb over his sensistive tip

"that's such a good boy, yeah just like that" you encourage jun as he gently grips his cock and starts to slowly pump his hand up and down "go slow, we're in no hurry here baby"

jun lets out a strangled moan as he bucks his hips up into his fist. he misses you so much, and he misses you more now that you can't help him while he's so worked up. he continues to imagine you're there in front of him, working his cock in your hands as you press kisses to his hipbone and suck on his balls

his free hand wanders down to cup his balls and he massages them softly in his palm. the hand on his cock traces around the head of his cock and he starts to leak precum

"baby look at me" jun doesn't even realize his eyes were closed until you speak up

jun opens his eyes and glances at his phone and he nearly shoots his load right there. sitting on the other side of the screen you've stripped down to just your panties, your tits already out in the open. you have the cat ears and tail back on, the collar sitting snug around your neck

you're in a pair of red lace panties and when you spread your legs, jun can see your slick cunt on display for him. holy shit you're wearing crotchless panties for him

"fuck, kitten, holy shit," jun whines "you look so pretty. fuck you did this all for me?"

"all for you junnie, you deserve it"

jun is about to respond but his voice falters when you reach down to start playing with your clit. he watches your fingers slowly rub at the bud and you let out a slow, deep moan that has jun's heartrate speeding up

jun can't keep his eyes off of you as you continue to touch yourself, wishing he was there to play with you instead. if he was with you right now he would eat you out for hours, never stopping until you've came at least five times

you'd be exhausted, your body shaking and overstimulated, as he presses kisses against your warm skin and leaves love bites on your thighs

the things jun would do right now to be squished between your thights, suffocating himself while giving you head. as he thinks about it, jun's hand speeds up its pace as it pumps at his cock

"kitten please, you look so good. thank you, thank you. fuck my pretty girl. my perfect girlfriend" jun knows he's babbling nonsense right now, but he doesn't care, he's too focused on you and the way your fingers keep disappearing into your dripping pussy as you finger yourself

your other than reaches up to flick at your nipples and jun wishes he could put his mouth on them, sucking and licking and nipping until you're a withering mess under him

"aww baby you're such a mess right now" you tease "you know how you can thank me?"

"i'll do anything for you kitten, promise"

"cum for me, and make it loud"

that's an easy request for jun, who's worked himself up to completion. he thrusts up into his fist two more times before he whimpers and groans loudly, just the way you like it. his hips stutter as he spurts his cum all over his hand and thighs. his squeezes his cock tight, milking all of his seed out of him

his eyes are droopy as he looks at his phone. on the otherside of the phone you're orgasming yourself, your thighs shaking as you let out short, hight pitched moans. your fingers are quickly rubbing your clit as your pussy spasms

jun licks his lips a bit at the sight, watching as you flop back onto the bed when you're finished

"fuck, that was so hot" you say "we should do that more often"

"yeah, yeah we should" jun's still out of breath as he responds

"mmm, i have to go soon, but i hope you enjoyed your gift"

"i enjoyed it a lot, really, probably too much" jun knows for a fact as soon as you hang up the call he's going to jack off again, this time looking at the pictures. he thinks you know that though

you prove that you do know that as you say goodbye "i'll end the call here, but if you decide you want to enjoy my gift more later, send me vids" you wink at the camera and with that you hang out

jun waves bye and as soon as your video closes he moves over to your texts to pull the photos back up, his cock already twitching back to life

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lunarsun12 · 8 months ago

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Grown Up Jisung

Masterlist

Author Note: Random drop of NCT stuff today, as I missed writing about them and had an urge to write it! Happy Reading!

Ever since Jisung, went out with Jaemin and Jeno for his coming of age dinner. Jisung personality has changed and is trying to be adult in the wrong way.

It all started when Chenle, asked Jisung to hang out. Jisung rolled his eyes at him and ignored him and went out to grab more soju. It lead to Chenle being shocked as Jisung never done that. It lead to Chenle protective brother mode coming on (he will never admits it) , someone has made Jisung bad.

Who is responsible for Jisung sudden change in behaviour?

Back At Dreamies Chat

Today 21:00

Chenle🐬: WHO RUINED JISUNG!!!

Renjun🌱: Does it look it will be us? It will 100% will be you!!

Haechan🕺: Yeah! Me and Junnie always take care of Jisung

Renjun🌱: Don’t you dare call me Junnie. It’s Renjun to you!

Haechan🕺: We are besties!! We have to call eachother cute names. Give me one!

Renjun🌱: Idiot

Haechan🕺: How about we pick another one? Oh oh your sunflower~

Chenle🐬: THIS IS NOT ABOUT RENJUN AND HAECHAN WERID FREINDSHIP! JISUNG HAS BEEN TAINTED

Renjun🌱: Lele? Did you take Jisung to see 18+ movie?

Chenle🐬: STOP BLAMING IT ON ME! I never take Jisung to that! It sounds like you two, who will do it!!

Jeno🐶: Chenle! Stop angry texting and stomping! You are disturbing me!!

Chenle🐬: Appa!! Jisung has changed in a bad way!! He literally eye rolled me and told me stop being bossy!

Jeno🐶: About time, he stood up for himself!

Jaemin🌸: What happened to my baby?

Renjun🌱: So Lele, is making a big fuss because Jisung talked back at him…?

Chenle🐬: YEA! He never does that! That why he is my mi- I mean my very very close friend

Jaemin🌸: Jeno!? Did you teach Jisung these things?

Jeno🐶: I did not…well partially

Haechan🕺: Accept Jisung is an adult now!! We should respect him as an adult

10mins Later…

Renjun🌱: Why is Jisung sitting in the living room with a glass soju!

Haechan🕺: You think that worse, he literally ask me for one of my tank top!!

Chenle🐬: Ever since he become an adult! He strangely become mature…I don’t like it…

Jisung😎: Heyo hyungs!!

Renjun🌱: Jisung..? Buddy…? Why sudden change in behaviour…? You being like not yourself

Jisung😎: Appa and Eomma showed me the world of being an adult! They even took me out for some Soju on my birthday!

Jisung😎: That’s when it got werid…Eomma literally started to flirt with Appa and done some inappropriate things!!

Chenle🐬: Eomma and Appa? They said they were treating you to seaweed soup!

Renjun🌱: This gave me flashback of my 21st birthday! They left me at the bus stop and saw something that I wish I never seen!

Mark🐯: Oh you guys talking about Eomma and Appa coming age soju…you guys are so lucky! They went wild on mine and with DoTae as well! I was traumatised for weeks

Jisung😎: I guess that what an adult is like! I need to act more like them!

Mark🐯: How about I teach you being an adult? Don’t learn from the parents?

Jisung😎: They are the parents…they supposed to be right!!

Renjun🌱: I help as well…in case Mark has another issue again

Chenle🐬: Jisung! Being an adult it not being bad! But being responsible! No one taints my baby bro

Whilst the kid were busy discussing in how to teach Jisung being an adult. The parents on the other hand were discussing something

Back At Nomin Chat

Jeno🐶: Hey Nana! That wasn’t cool! Pushing the blame one me! You started it first!

Jaemin🌸: You an easy target! I gotta keep my rep!

Jeno🐶: How we gonna fix this! We were out of control and we made another child traumatised!

Jaemin🌸: Well…it’s not my fault…you just were sitting there cutely! I just want to bite you

Jeno🐶: Well thank you!! We can’t ignore the fact that we tainted another child! We supposed to be responsible!

Jaemin🌸: Jeno stop being funny! You never care about the kids! How about we pretend to not know anything and magically Jisung will forget everything

Jeno🐶: Fine…you always call me the lazy parent and there’s you lying to our kids -.-

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atinyjules · 11 months ago

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Hi!! I saw you write for MCND, could I please request a Castle J x GN! reader where he gets all sad and droopy and you comfort him? Thank you :3

You o'clock ft. Castle J

A/N: Castle J! Tbh I've been waiting, WAITING! for someone to request an mcnd fic for the Longestt! Time! So I'm pretty excited for this one.

I only write fics with a named female oc or reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship au, comfort au, angst

Pairings: Castle J x Yunhee (fem oc)

Warnings: a little angsty

Was it the coffee he spilled on himself? Or was it the way he kept messing up his recording session? Or was it the way he struggled with learning the dance move everyone got right at once? Or was it the heavy traffic he got stuck in? Or was it the way everything he did wrong today suddenly collided on him in the middle of a headaching traffic?

Or was it everything?

Cause nothing was good today.

As Seongjun dragged himself up the stairs to your shared apartment, it was obvious for anyone who saw him that he infact had a bad day at work today. Shoulders slumped, eyes drooping and hair disheveled, his day was painfully obvious.

He let out a sigh as the key missed the keyhole. Looking up at the ceiling for a second, he pushed the key into the keyhole and slowly opened the door and entered.

"I'm back." He said in a low and tired tone as he let himself collapse on the floor before lazily removing his shoes.

Yunhee's

"I'm back." I worriedly looked towards the door and took off my apron before making my way to the doorway to see Seonjun sprawled on the floor with his eyes closed.

Win wasn't lying, he looks beat up.

"Welcome back, baby." I said in a calm and loving tone as I sat on the floor to bring his head to my lap.

"Mhm." He only made a sound as a reply and comfortably set his head on my lap.

"Bad day?" I asked as he nodded, eyes still closed.

I played with his hair and mssaged his scalp as he sighed in content.

"How about you go take a shower and change into some comfortable clothes? Then we can have dinner and go to sleep or talk if you want?" I asked as he groaned.

"Don't wanna move." He blurted as I smiled and pushed your hair up to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Baby, come on. You'll feel a lot more relaxed after you shower and change." I said and he opened his eyes and got up slowly.

"Is the water ready?" He asked, voice still low and droopy.

"Yeah, I put your favourite bath salts as well." I say as he give me a small weak smile and hugs me. After some seconds I try to break the hug but he holds me tight.

"I thought you were gonna bath?" I asked in a teasing manner but got worried when he didn't respond.

"Baby, you okay?" I asked as he buried his head on the crook my neck and shook his head.

I hugged him tightly and rubbed his back.

"I'm useless." he said through the fabric of my sweater, voice shaky.

"No, you're not. Junnie...you're not useless...you're quite the opposite really. You're such a great and amazing person both inside and out, as a person, friend, leader and my lovely boyfriend." I say as your hold on me tightens.

"But I did everything wrong today." he said finally breaking into a sob.

"Oh, baby." I blurted put and held you in my arms.

"It's just today baby, don't worry. Today was just a bad day, everyone has bad days. Yours was today but tomorrow will be better, I promise." I whispered as he shook his head.

"What if tomorrow is worse?" He said with a sob as I pulled away from the hug to look at his face. I made him face me as I wiped his tears away.

"It won't, and if it is I'll fight everyone if I have to. Even your boss." I said making him chuckle as I wiped the remaining tears.

"Thanks." he said as he wiped his eyes. I kissed his lips and turned him around.

"Now go take a bath and we'll cuddle after dinner." I say as he nodded.

While he showered I set up the table for dinner. After Win called I made sure to make his favourite dishes, drew the water for his bath and made the bed extra fluffy and soft.

After a while I felt arms wrap around me making me smile as Seongjun placed his head on my shoulder.

"Feel better?" I asked as he nodded.

"Just a little." he mumbled as I turned to face him.

"Let's have dinner, I made your favourite. After that we can cuddle." I said making him frown.

"But you have work, it's 7 o'clock." He said making me remember but throw it to the side.

Work can wait, but cheering up the love of my life and making him feel better can't.

"Who says it's 7 o'clock? It's You o'clock." I say making him smile as I hugged you.

"You always know how to make me feel better, thanks baby. I love you." he said before pressing a loving kiss to my lips as I smiled and kissed him back.

"I love you more." I said and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Minjae's

I'm most definitely putting a ring on your finger one day.

"You're a keeper, baby." I mumble only for me to hear as we cuddle it out.

What better way to make a comeback than with a fluffy Minjae fic, am I right??!

Well, I hope y'all liked it, as much as I did writing it! 💖✨

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ghostie-luvs · 2 years ago

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I MISSED YOU TOO BBYGURL!! AND-

O-OH? JDJDDHDBDBDB H-HAND HOLDING-!? HOW SCANDALOUS!! 0///0 /J

Jdjdjdjdbd ALSO OMFG I LOVE HEATHERS!!! lol I used to be obsessed with it! And I used to memorize the whole musical by heart lmao oh! And one of my crushes when I was in highschool resembles movie JD just a bit and now I can't look at movie JD the same way (and musical Martha is just an absolute sweetheart and she has a soft spot in my heart and ik the feeling since I'm a bit of a chubby gal myself lol ^^;;)

JDNSJSNS YES HAND HOLDING, BEAUTIFUL <3

and awhhh that’s so cute, junnie!! I do want to get into it,, though I’ve watched Hamilton at least…three times I think!!

#riri answers 💌#my beautiful junnie 💞

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missduplicities · 2 years ago

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Chapter 55: The babysitters club

“Uh, Taehyung-ah?” Hoseok said as he opened the door of Taehyung’s room. “Would you mind explaining why there are two minors in our living room?”

“One isn’t a minor,” Eunha said, coming out of the sheets of Taehyung’s bed. Hoseok was not expecting to see her at all, given how red his face turned as he covered his eyes quickly.

“Oh, Eunha-ssi! I didn’t know you were here, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright,” she laughed. “Sorry for not letting you know. Taehyung is taking making a call, he’s been outside for almost an hour,”

“Right,” Hoseok said, still unable to look at her. “Do you know anything about our guests?”

“Oh, are they up already?” Eunha asked, clearly missing the point, going full mom-mode at the mention of them.

“No, they’re still asleep,” Hoseok said, finally uncovering his face. “Care to explain?”

“Sorry,” she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “That’s my friend James and Taehyung’s brother, Tae-Jun,”

“Taehyung’s what?” Hoseok seemed even more confused than before.

“His younger brother,”

“No, I heard you, but… what?” Hoseok finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Is he really?”

“You… you haven’t met him?”

“No one has,” Hoseok whispered. “Only through photos, but… we were not even allowed to mention him… How? What is going on?”

“Is a long story,” Eunha sighed. “I think it’s Taehyung who should tell you about it,”

The conversation was soon interrupted by James’ screams from the living room. Without thinking it twice, Eunha jumped off the bed and ran past Hoseok, ready to fight against the teenagers if needed.

“Help!” James yelled again. Tae-Jun was sitting on top of him, not allowing him to move.

“Hey!” Eunha ran and pulled the older kid off James, surprised by her own strength. “What the hell is going on?”

“He took my phone!” Tae-Jun said, still glaring at James.

“It had been buzzing for an hour,” James explained, getting off the floor. “I just wanted to snooze it,”

“I told you not to touch me or my stuff!”

“Hey!” Eunha tugged Jun just in time before he launched towards James again. “Stop! Both of you!”

“Oh, is that Tae-Junnie?” Hoseok asked, stepping into the scene as if it was the most casual scenario. “No way! Last time I saw you you were like half your size,”

“Sorry, who are you?” Tae-Jun asked, not wanting to be rude but still very confused. At that moment, the front door opened and Taehyung walked in; he looked exhausted. The tension in the room grew significantly.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung asked.

“Nothing,” Eunha said quickly. “We’re debating what to have for breakfast,”

“Ya, Taehyung, your brother grew well!” Hoseok said, putting an arm around his roommate. “I almost didn’t recognize him,”

“Why would you? I’ve never met you,” Tae-Jun said.

“From the pictures, of course,” Hoseok said, ignoring the hint of annoyance in the kid’s voice.

“Good to know I at least existed in pictures,” he said resentfully as the final air of peace left the room. “Thanks for letting me spend the night, I’ll get going,”

“No, you’ll stay,” Taehyung said as he took his hyung’s arm off him. “Eon-Jin is on her way,”

“Call me when she gets here,” he said, walking towards the door.

“Hey! It’s not up for discussion,” Taehyung said as he followed his younger brother, not letting him leave. “We need to talk,”

“Talk?” Tae-Jun laughed. “We haven’t talked for almost five years, and know you want to talk? Give me a break,”

“You’re not going anywhere until Eon-Jin is here,” Taehyung said firmly, grabbing his brother’s arm to stop him from leaving. Just when they thought things couldn’t get more uncomfortable, Jimin came out of his room, wondering what was causing all that noise.

“What is going on?” he asked with his eyes still half-closed. “It’s not even 8!”

“Hi, Jimin-ssi!” James was not able to hide his fanboy behavior towards Jimin, suddenly excited to see him.

“James?” Jimin asked, now properly confused. “What are you doing here?”

“Look, it’s Jimin!” Eunha suddenly said. “Why don’t you take James to Hope Studio and show him all the cool stuff you have there?”

“What are you doing here, Seong Eunha?” Jimin was starting to believe this was a bad-taste joke that his friends planned to get him to wake up early on his free day. “Is Sooah here?”

“Come on, kid,” Hoseok said, grabbing James by the shoulders. “We’re taking you on a field trip,”

“Can I at least change?” Jimin grunted, looking at his pajamas.

“Change at the studio,” Hoseok grabbed his hand and pulled him. “Let’s go,”

“What the hell is going on?” Jimin demanded to know one last time, not even aware that there was someone else in the room besides Eunha and Taehyung. Eunha silently thanked Hoseok for reading her message as she wondered if Jungkook was still in the house, deciding to deal with it later if it was needed.

“Let’s all sit, shall we?” Eunha proposed, taking Taehyung’s hand off Tae-Jun’s arm and turning him to her. “I bet you guys are hungry. I’m not a good cook, though, but I’m sure we can do something,”

“I’ll take a shower,” Taehyung sighed, gently squeezing Eunha’s hand as a thank you. Eunha simply squeezed it back before he left to his room, leaving his brother and his girlfriend alone.

“How long have you been together?” Tae-Jun asked out of nowhere, taking Eunha by surprise. “Not long, right?”

“We started officially dating two months ago,” she said, getting nervous for some reason. “But we’ve been friends for a while,”

“You know, it’s not too late to run away,” he said, and she didn’t know if he was joking. “Believe me, you don’t want to be with a loser like him,”

“Okay, I know you have your own history with your brother, but that is my boyfriend you’re talking about, and I won’t tolerate you keep insulting him, understood?” Tae-Jun seemed shaken by her sudden firmness since she’d been very sweet with him until then. “I also don’t know you, which means we can start from zero. I’m Seong Eunha from Incheon,”

“Tae-Jun,” he said, folding his arms in his chest. “From Daegu,”

“Alright, Kim Tae-Jun from Daegu, help me make breakfast,” Eunha walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, surprised to see it was almost empty. She forgot only men (who spent most of their days out) lived in that place. “Maybe we should eat out,” ---

As soon as Hoseok, Jimin, and James got in the car, the oldest guys asked James to fill them in on what had happened, and how Taehyung’s brother had suddenly appeared. James took it quite literally, telling them everything that had happened in the past couple of months (skipping the details of Tae-Jun’s abusive behavior, limiting to the fact that they didn’t get along). He told them that, for the past weeks, Tae-Jun (who he knew as Daniel) had been particularly cold towards him, but he didn’t know why. He told them he had just found out about him being Taehyung’s younger brother, which was still hard to believe.

Jimin didn’t tell him the details of why Taehyung and his family didn’t get along anymore, but he told them it was mostly because of how complicated the relationship between the Kim brothers was.

“It was particularly difficult for Taehyung to move here on his own, back when he joined the company,” Jimin explained. “His parents struggled a lot to support him and things were not easy back at home. I remember that, during the first year or so, his parents and siblings would always call on the weekends to check on him,”

“Yeah, his dad came to see him every now and then,” Hoseok added.

“It wasn’t easy for Taehyung to grow up away from his family. I mean, it was hard for all of us, but he resented it a lot when his family started getting distant. He stopped going home during the breaks,”

“Then the fight happened,” Hoseok said.

“The fight?” James asked.

“Taehyung had an ugly argument with his family for something that had to do with his brother or something like that,” the oldest guy explained. “Then he asked us not to talk about or with his family,”

It was something hard to comprehend for someone like James. Even though he was far from home, his family had always made him feel safe, and he couldn’t picture an argument that escalated to something like what happened to the Kim siblings.

---

Deciding to give Taehyung a bit of space, Eunha took Yeontan and Tae-Jun out for something to eat. It was probably the most awkward 15-minute walk she had in a while, mostly because the kid refused to maintain a conversation of more than three phrases. This reminded her of when she first met Taehyung.

“Do you have any pets at home?” Eunha asked as she saw Tae-Jun looking at Yeontan.

“No,” he said simply.

“What would you like to eat?”

“I don’t know, whatever,”

“What about Mcdonald's?” she tried again. “There’s one nearby,”

“Sure,”

“Can I ask you something?” Eunha sighed.

“You will anyways,” he mumbled.

“What was your plan?”

“What?”

“Yeah, last night,” she explained. “What did you think was going to happen when you got into the fight with James?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care,”

“What if they had pressed charges against you?” Eunha asked. “What if you had been expelled from the company?”

“I probably will, anyway,” he let out a cynical chuckle. “When is Eon-Jin getting here?”

Tae-Jun asked her, though she didn’t know the answer to that question. Eunha just realized that the guy looked very different than he did the night before; he looked skinny, tired, almost frail. Even though he had to cover it with a frown, she could tell he was scared. She recognized that look, having seen it before on Taehyung’s face.

“I don’t know,” Eunha said as they approached a small coffee shop that looked inviting. “She should be here in a couple hours,”

“Can you ask your boyfriend?” Tae-Jun pressed, clearly anxious about meeting with his siblings.

“I’ll send him a message,” she said, offering a smile. “Do you mind if we eat something here? I’m starving,”

“Yeah, ok,” the guy said absentmindedly. Yeontan was just happy to be included in the plan, wagging his tail as he happily followed the humans to the coffee house. After they ordered, Eunha chose the outside table since the place was a bit cramped. Tae-Jun was only looking at his phone, preferring to check his social media instead of talking to his brother’s girlfriend. For Eunha, this wasn’t too bad. She knew it was better not to press, definitely not wanting to push him away. Besides, now that he was busy with something else, Eunha (though fearing she’d look like a creep) found the opportunity to get a better look at the boy sitting across from her. He was very different from Taehyung, but she definitely saw the resemblance.

“Tae-Jun?” she finally broke the silence, actually startling him.

“Can you call me Jun? Or Daniel? No one calls me Tae-Jun,” he looked a bit annoyed so Eunha knew it was something important to him.

“Sure, which one do you prefer?” she asked, trying to be nice.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Just not Tae-Jun,”

“Alright,” she smiled. “Jun,”

“Cool,” he raised both his thumbs. “What were you going to ask?”

She didn’t know how to ask this without looking crazy.

“How is your sister?” She curiously asked.

“What?” Tae-Jun seemed confused by her question but still answered. “I don’t know, normal?”

“She is older than you, right?”

“Only a couple of years,” he said with a frown, wearing confusion on his face.

“Do you get along well?” she almost regretted asking that, knowing how delicate the family topic was with the Kim family.

“I guess,” he said with a cynical grin as he took a bite of his breakfast bun. “I mean, she cares about me and we speak from time to time. So, as good as it can get, I think,”

“Does she look like you?”

“I think so,” he drank from his black coffee keeping a straight face. “I don’t like this interrogation. So let me ask you a few questions,”

“Alright,” she chuckled a little, drinking from her own coffee.

“What year were you born?” he randomly asked.

“Can’t you count?” she said, trying to be friendlier with him. “I told you I was 25,”

“So, you’re a year younger than,” he stopped, choosing his words carefully. “Your boyfriend,”

“That’s right,”

“So, only a bit older than me,” he said with a smirk, leaning back on his chair.

“A bit?” she laughed.

“Five years older, whatever,” he said as he drank from his coffee again. “It’s not too much if you think about it,”

“What the hell are you on?” she laughed again, this time more out of nerves.

“Look, I’m just saying, you chose the wrong Kim,”

“Eat your fries, kid,” she mocked, choosing to believe he was just joking. “My turn to ask,”

“Go ahead,” he said in English for some reason.

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” he seemed taken aback by her question, so she tried being clearer. “As a trainee, what do you like the most?”

“I don’t know,” he said, struggling with words for the first time. “No one’s ever asked me that,”

“Not even yourself?” she pushed only a little, wanting to see what was underneath that armor he seemed to be wearing.

“What are you? A therapist?” he mocked.

“A Producer, actually,” she said proudly, even though she was still not quite there.

“Really?” he asked, a bit skeptical yet intrigued.

“Well, right now I’m Junior Producer and Content Director for a music label,” she low-key tried to flex, trying to impress him for no specific reason. “Do you sing?”

“Of course, I do,” he said, almost in the same arrogant way Taehyung would get when he got defensive. “I’m going to be an idol,”

“You’d be surprised how many idols out there can’t sing,” she laughed, content that now the conversation was more casual and fluent between them. “So, as a trainee, what do you like to do the most?”

“Dance,” he confidently said, then, he seemed to change his mind. “No, sing,”

“Do you consider yourself to be a better dancer or a better singer?”

“I’m great at both, honestly,” he said, getting to his confident self back. “I’m always top on the company evaluations,”

He kept talking about how, even though never taking any kind of lessons prior to joining the agency, he was naturally gifted and more talented than the other kids. Eunha found it endearing, though some would have thought he was being obnoxious and cocky. The more he talked the more she found similarities between him and his brother, like how their ears and eyes were very alike, and even in mannerisms, like how he ate in a pout, how he slightly tilted his head when he got distracted with a different thought.

“Can I ask you a question, Ms. Seong?” he finally asked after a while.

“Only if you call me Eunha,”

“Okay, Eunha-ssi,” that’s something, she thought, knowing they were still a long way from being close. “Are you going to marry him?”

“Who?” it was obvious who he was talking about, but the question hit her like a baseball on the head. “I mean… not soon, no. We’re just… We just started officially dating a couple months ago. He hasn’t finished school yet, and I don’t have a decent job to think about starting a family. Not that I’ve thought about having a family with him. I mean, of course I have, but- What I mean to say is that, no, it’s not in my plans,”

He laughed at how nervous she got, and she couldn’t help her face getting redder by the minute.

“Damn, you are a bit crazy, aren’t you?” he said, again in English. Eunha had now come to the conclusion that he switched languages to get away with stuff that would come as rude is said in Korean, especially since he was still using honorifics to talk to her.

“Well, what kind of question was that anyway?” she asked, still red in the face.

“I was just curious,” he said, no longer laughing but still with a smile on his face. “I mean if there’s no ring I still have a chance, right?”

“Stop with that,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny anymore,”

“Fine, I was just messing with you,”

“Why do you speak English?” Eunha asked, trying to change the conversation.

“Asking someone my age why we speak English is like asking someone your age why do you have anxiety,” she almost laughed, thinking he and Yoongi would get along. “I learned at school,”

“But your accent is good,” she explained.

“I lived in California for a year,” he said, not looking as happy as she thought someone would when saying something like that. “I was exiled there, more like,”

“What?” she asked.

“The company sent me there as a part of an exchange program, but I wasn’t allowed any communication, no one there cared about me not understanding more than a couple words. So, naturally, I had to become better than everyone so they all knew my name. Well, my English name is because Americans suck at pronouncing Korean words. I swear one time one dude called Kimchi “keemchè” as if it was a freaking French plate or something,” he seemed more relaxed now, which made Eunha wonder when was the last time he had talked with somebody. From what she had collected so far, he seemed like a lonely boy who was too scared of letting people in, so he put on this tough-guy mask to trick everyone. That was another similarity with his brother.

---

Jimin had a hard time explaining to Sooah how he’d been kidnapped and now he was babysitting James while Eunha and Taehyung dealt with the sudden appearance of Taehyung’s younger brother. For the first 10 minutes Sooah thought he was joking, it wasn’t until Hoseok was put on the phone to confirm the story, asking if they could crash at her place because they were running out of ideas.

Fortunately, only Ji-Eun and Sooah were in the house, since Midori had gone out with Jungkook to get a tattoo. If it wasn’t for the scratches and bruises on James’ face, the guys wouldn’t have had to go into the details of the night before. Ji-Eun insisted on making them all buttermilk waffles while listening with great interest to the story of the kids that ran the social ladder at James’ company. Sooah was frowning and actually getting mad at the kids much younger than her, even saying a few mean things about Taehyung’s brother.

Hoseok explained, this time with a bit more details, that the relationship between Taehyung’s family was complicated, and that he had a hard time when leaving home. He said it was always hard for him to understand since he came from a very united family, and that he always felt frustrated about not being able to do something for his friend.

“It was especially hard because Taehyung always looked up to his dad,” Jimin said. “He is a good man, we all love him,” “Yeah, Taehyung’s dad is great,” Hoseok confirmed.

“But, after the fight and all that, they both said some harsh things,” Jimin continued. “His dad said he would no longer support him, and that he’d have to find a way to fix his life because he had ruined it,”

“All this because of the fight with his brother?” Sooah asked, also struggling to understand the complexity of the situation.

“Well, things had been rough for a couple years by that point. When we left the company, Taehyung didn’t tell his parents at first. When they found out, they said he had thrown away his only chances of doing something with his life,”

“I didn’t know that,” Hoseok admitted. “I mean, I knew they got mad at him, but I never knew all that,”

“Yeah, that’s when he started keeping things from us,” Jimin said with a hint of sadness, thinking back of the hard times. “Please don’t tell him I told you all this,”

“Of course,” Hoseok said. “I just… I always thought Taehyung was a bit too hard on his younger brother, not wanting to know anything about him,”

“Families are complicated,” Ji-Eun wisely said. “I bet each of us has their own cosmovision based on how we grew up, and even though we share some basic beliefs or experiences, my concept of a family could never match entirely that of others. So, what I’m trying to say is, we shouldn’t try to understand. He is our friend, if he’s going through a hard time, it’s better if he does it surrounded by people who show him compassion instead of judgment,”

“I just want you to know that I would vote for you to be our president if you gave me the chance,” Hoseok said, somehow meaning it. “But I totally agree. And I think that’s what we did, or at least tried, since day one,”

“Yeah, now, remember Taehyungie is pretty sensitive when he feels someone is trying to intrude,” Jimin reminded them. “So please don’t ask any questions until he decides to open up,”

James tried to be as quiet as he could during the whole conversation, feeling like he shouldn’t be listening to all those things, knowing that these guys were all close friends; they were each other’s family. He agreed with everything they said, but he also thought of Jun. He thought of how hard it must have been for him, and he now understood a little bit better why he was like that.

“Do you want more waffles, James-ssi?” Ji-Eun kindly asked him. “You should eat well, you’ve lost weight,”

“Oh, I’m good, thanks,” James politely said, though he was hungry. This was his first time properly talking to them without Eunha of Taehyung present, so he was a bit nervous.

“Serve him more,” Jimin said firmly. “We won’t leave until you eat, alright, James?”

“Did you get your injuries checked?” Sooah asked, gently grabbing his chin to have a better look at his face. James wasn’t used to girls touching him, so he easily blushed. “Do they hurt?”

“No, I’m good,” he said, not able to look into her eyes.

“Remind me to ask Jungkook to teach you to box,” Hoseok said, ruffling the guys’ heads in a brotherly way. “After you finish eating you take some rest, alright? We’re going to the studio later and I need you well-rested, okay?”

“Oh, we are actually going?” he asked, trying not to sound too excited.

“Only if you finish your waffles,” Jimin said, pushing the plate towards him.

---

Taehyung wasn’t expecting Eon-Jin’s call so soon. After he came out of the shower and took a quick nap, he was awakened by his buzzing phone, thinking it was Eunha.

“Hello?” he answered, getting back to his feet immediately though still sleepy.

“Hi, I’ll be arriving at the station in 20 minutes,” his sister said. “My phone is dying, though,”

“Alright, I’ll pick you up, don’t worry. Meet me at the gate,”

“Okay, thanks,” she hung up.

As he put the phone in his pocket, he realized how anxious he was. He hadn’t felt this way in years. It was that kind of fear and angst that paralyzed him, and he couldn’t understand exactly why he felt like that. Maybe it was the fact that he was seeing his sister for the first time in a long time, or maybe the weight of emotions from the night before was storming again. Right there, he was faced with the undeniable truth from which he had tried to run away for years: he was scared of the past. It was like opening the door of an attic where a lot of garbage was hidden, and now everything fell onto him like an avalanche. He felt his chest get heavy and the lump formed again in his throat. Before he knew it, he was crying again, just like he cried himself to sleep.

The door opened without him knowing. He was still in his room, actually sobbing when Eunha and Jun walked in with his breakfast.

“Taehyung? We’re here!” Eunha let him know as she took the leash off Yeontan. The small dog ran to his owner’s room, followed by Eunha, who hadn’t realized he was crying until she crossed the door. “Taehyung?”

“I’m sorry,” his frail voice could be heard from his room. Tae-Jun awkwardly paced around the apartment, trying to find something to get distracted with.

“Hey, what is it?” Tae-Jun heard Eunha ask in a gentle way, knowing there was something wrong. “Why are you crying?”

Tae-Jun had never seen his brother cry. This was something that he knew came from their dad, who was always tough about how emotional his oldest son was. He remembered how, when grandma passed, Taehyung would hide for hours, coming back home with his red eyes from crying. He felt weird at the idea of his older brother crying; it was just like seeing a hairless bear, not impossible but just wrong and weird and scary.

“It’s nothing,” Taehyung said as he cleared his throat.

“Love, what’s wrong?” Eunha asked tenderly. After hearing the word love as a name and not an abstract thing, Jun’s head felt dizzy as it did back when he was in California and he still didn’t comprehend the language; he knew words were being spoken but he couldn’t understand the meaning.

“I’m okay,” Taehyung assured. “We should- We should get going to the- to the station. Eon-Jin is arriving soon,”

“Alright, let’s go,” they came out of the room, so Jun went back to pretending he couldn’t see his brother.

“Eon-Jin is getting here soon,” Taehyung said. His voice was hoarse but it didn’t sound as harsh as the night before. “Do you want to come to the station with us or wait here?”

Jun didn’t answer, he simply took his phone and jacket and walked outside the apartment again; his way of saying he was coming.

---

Eunha was nervous during the whole ride to the train station, but she tried to make Taehyung feel like everything was fine. Jun was riding in the back of the car with his head against the window, struggling to remain awake. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was Eunha reaching her hand to stroke Taehyung’s hand on the car wheel.

“She’s younger than me, right?” Eunha asked, unable to hide her nerves any longer.

“Yeah, I think she’s Ji-Eun’s age,”

“Oh, cool,” Eunha said as they parked at the station.

“I told her to meet me at the gate… so she should… oh, that’s her!” Taehyung’s beautiful boxy smile spread on his face as he got out of the car. “Eon-Jin!”

The girl who was standing outside the main door turned his way and waved at them before walking in their direction. As she got closer Eunha got more nervous.

“Oppa!” The girl said once they were close. She gave him a quick hug as if they had just seen each other yesterday.

“Look at you!” Taehyung lovingly said. “You’re gorgeous!”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, looking exactly like Taehyung when he was annoyed. “You must be Eunha,”

Eunha was taken by surprise, malfunctioning only for a minute. The girl smiled brightly at her and bowed her head, looking pleased to meet her.

“He’s told me a lot about you,” Eon-Jin said. “And he did mention you were pretty but you’re, unnie, you’re beautiful what are you doing with him?”

“Ash, get in the car!” Taehyung took the backpack off Eon-Jin’s shoulders and carried it for her, pushing her to the back seat where Tae-Jun was still asleep. Just then they remembered this wasn’t the best of times.

“Jun-ah!” Eon-Jin said as she got inside the car, shaking her little brother awake. “What the hell? Why are you so pale and skinny? Have you not been eating?”

“Ash, noona!” he grunted, not pleased to be disturbed. “You’re here,”

“I’m here,” she said in a more serious tone. “This time you’re in big trouble, dude,”

“I figured,” Tae-Jun said in that cynical tone he used when getting defensive. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have bothered in coming, right?”

“Shut up,” she smacked his arm. “If it was for me, I would have let the police do their job. It would have been much easier to deal with them than mom and dad,”

“You told them?” Jun asked, this time properly worried.

“Things are not great. Things are far from great, actually,” she said.

“Let’s talk about that when we get home,” Taehyung said.

“Fine,” Eon-Jin said before switching the conversation completely. “Unnie, I’m so sorry this is how we got to meet. I bet you can imagine, but our family is a mess,” “Hey!” Taehyung feared she would say something compromising, but he didn’t want to be harsh.

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Jun said, finally speaking after a while.

“Tae-Junah, look at me,” Eon-Jin said from the back seat, next to her brother. “Did you get that lip checked? It’s swollen,”

“I’m fine,” he said, a bit annoyed.

When they got to Taehyung’s place, for a minute, Eunha forgot again that this wasn’t a sweet family reunion. As soon as they parked the car and got inside the apartment, the tension was palpable for all of them. Eunha offered them coffee, just to busy herself and give the siblings some privacy in Taehyung’s room. Still, she could hear everything.

“You know what happened was bad, right?” Taehyung told his sister. “He got sent to the police,”

“It’s not like it was my first time,” Tae-Jun said.

“That’s not something you brag about, dickhead,” Taehyung snapped, losing his temper again. “How long has he been in Seoul?”

Eon-Jin didn’t say anything, apparently scared to answer.

“Two and a half years,” Tae-Jun said.

“What?” Taehyung asked in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

“Tae-Jun-ah, can you help Eunha-Unnie with the coffee?” Eon-Jin asked in a warm voice, clearly wanting to stay alone with her older brother. The youngest just scoffed and left the room, joining Eunha in the kitchen again. She understood they needed some privacy, so she asked Tae-Jun to go with her to get some decent coffee, leaving for the second time in the day with her boyfriend’s younger brother.

“Hon- Taehyung-ssi, we are going out for a bit,” Eunha let him know before leaving. “You’re out of coffee, I’ll text you when I’m there to get your order,”

“Thanks,” he said, still inside his room. He waited until Eunha and Tae-Jun left to keep the conversation with his sister. “So, you were never going to tell me he was here?”

“At first I thought about it,” she said. “But you made it very clear, years ago, that you didn’t want to know anything about your family,”

She was bitter. He knew of all his family, Eon-Jin was closest to him, but he also knew there were a lot of things she had to get off her chest.

“You know it’s not like I wanted that,” Taehyung defended himself, preparing for the conversation he had avoided for years. “You don’t know how hard it was for me,”

“You left,”

“I was never welcome at home. Even when we were little, I had no place there, you know that” he was doing everything to keep the anger from coming or the tears from showing, just like he had learned at home. “Mom and dad were eager for me to leave the house when I was 15, they didn’t really care. Only grandma did,”

“What about me?” Eon-Jin asked, unable to keep the tears. “You were my best friend, and you just left. It was hard for me, too, you know? It was hard for all of us. I had to become the eldest, I had to work twice as hard because they kept comparing me with you and perfect Tae-Jun. And we were all happy for you, we really were. But you threw it away, and then you were angry at us, so you decided to leave our lives,”

“It’s not like I decided to fuck up, Eon-Jin, you know that well,” he stood up, pacing around his room, having a hard time at burying his feelings inside. “Not once during all those years have I felt the love and support of a family. They didn’t expect me to do well, they just expected I didn’t embarrass them even more. And I did, just like they knew I would,”

He knew it wasn’t her sister’s fault, and, for many years, he tried to hide everything he felt. But he wasn’t like that anymore, and it was as if his own body was asking him to get everything out.

“I never understood why I didn’t get to have the amazing parents you and Tae-Jun had,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I saw the pictures they posted after I left. I saw them finally having the family they always wanted. I saw them proudly share your grades and his medals while I had to settle with 15-minute calls every two weeks,”

Eon-Jin was silently looking at the floor, only listening as her brother went on.

“I am not saying what I did was right, I know it was very wrong. But seeing him, that spoiled brat, throw away the perfect life he had without any consequences made me lose my shit,”

“He was a kid,” she interrupted.

“No, he wasn’t. He was older than I was when I left,” he started raising his voice. “He was very disrespectful to me, to mom, to dad, even to you, and all of you applauded him for doing the bare minimum, pretending not to see how he was drinking and doing all kinds of mediocre shit,”

“He was 10 when he first attempted,” Eon-Jin suddenly said. It took Taehyung a full minute to understand what she was talking about. “Ten, Taehyung. What could possibly be in the mind of a 10-year-old that made him try to…”

He didn’t know any of this, and he couldn’t quite believe it. What he remembered of his brother as a child was that Tae-jun was very outgoing, funny, and charming since he was a little boy, but he also was a bit of a trouble-maker, which was the main reason why he didn’t get along with Taehyung. He was 8 when Taehyung left the house, and he looked just as good as always.

“You said first?” Taehyung asked. Eon-Jin looked at her with her eyes full of tears, which broke his heart. “He… he did it more than once?”

“Twice,” she said. “When he was 10 and on his 13th birthday. The second time… he… he was in the hospital for a couple weeks… Mom made us promise we wouldn’t tell you because it would distract you,”

“Distract me?” he asked in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. That was the main reason why we didn’t talk to you that much. Mom and dad always said you needed to focus entirely on your training,” for things like that, it was easier for Taehyung to believe they had the same parents. “At 14, he didn’t have any friends, he stopped practicing sports, and he didn’t want to go to school. At 15, he started hanging with those shitty kids who were older than him, and he got into so much trouble. The only good thing he got from them was that he became interested in music, and asked to get dancing lessons. He only went for a couple months, but we started seeing him come to life after years of just… existing,”

“Mom and dad started fighting a lot because he insisted on wanting to become a trainee,” Eon-Jin continued, now having Taehyung’s full attention. “I had to convince them to let him audition, and he did great. He was 16 when the company in Seoul signed him,”

“You’re telling me he’s been living in the same city as me for three years?” he asked in disbelief.

“Not really,” she said, wiping the tears off her face, much calmer now. “Soon after he joined, he was offered to be part of an exchange program because he was doing so well. So he lived in California for a year,”

“Who paid for all that?” it was a stupid question, a very selfish one, Taehyung thought, but it was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“We all did an effort,” she admitted. “Dad sold the farm, I started working around that time, and even Tae-Jun got a half-time job of some sort,”

“Well, he doesn’t look like a model kid to me,” Taehyung scoffed.

“He was supposed to debut a year ago,” she explained, getting slightly defensive. “He was selected as part of the pre-debut group, but when they announced the final line-up, he was let out for some reason. That sent him into a spiral. And, then, I had to go through the same experience of losing a brother again. He stopped answering my calls, and I stopped getting news from him. Mom and dad thought he was still abroad until a couple months ago,”

“Why are you telling me all these?” Taehyung interrupted now that his own head was spinning with the missing information of all those years. “Do you expect me to feel sorry for him?”

“Honestly, I don’t expect anything from you,” she said. That hurt him a lot. Eon-Jin had always been very warm and loving toward him. “I’ve learned to live with the relationship we have, with the sporadic texts, and the updates we get from the unexpected times you call mom or dad. But you will always be my brother, my older brother. And even though you don’t believe it, we did have the same parents. I went through the same shit as you did, and I went through the nightmares of the years you were not there. And, guess what? So did our brother,”

Taehyung had never thought about it like that. For many years, the hurts had turned into blinding anger. Now, as he saw his sister, his baby sister, being an incredibly mature and wise woman made he realize all the things he missed going through with. He wasn’t there to see her fall in love for the first time, he wasn’t there to hug her when she got her heart broken, he wasn’t there to advise her when she was in doubt, he wasn’t there when she needed to be reminded that things would get better.

He had hurt them the same way he had been hurt. And he hated himself for that.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. Tears rapidly rushed, and in an impulse triggered by the emotions and realization, he did something he had not done in more than a decade: he hugged his sister. “I’m so sorry, princess,”

Eon-Jin couldn’t say anything. For the first time in many, many years, she let herself be the younger sibling. She let herself be taken care of. She let the tears fall, knowing there was someone there for her.

After crying in silence for what felt like a long time, Eon-Jin was the first to talk.

“I need your help, oppa,” she said in a shaky voice. “This time I can’t do it on my own,” “What is it?” Taehyung asked. Eon-Jin told him that she was graduating this year and that she had already received some job offers. One was exactly what she wanted, but she had to move to Busan, which was a bit scary for her since she had never left the house. She also was worried about not being able to help Tae-Jun financially for too long, since she would have to pay for her own rent.

“I’m just asking you to keep an eye on him,” she said. “To help him feel less lost,”

“I don’t think he wants anything from me,” he admitted.

“Well… maybe he won’t have a choice,” she sighed, clearly frustrated. “They called me from the company. They’re having a meeting with him and the boy from the fight on Monday,”

“Are they being expelled?” Taehyung was a bit more worried about James being kicked out than Jun, which he felt guilty about.

“I don’t know about the other boy, but Jun is being conditioned. He has a mark, and that has consequences. They are taking the financial coverage from him, which means he won’t get to stay in the dorms and take the lessons for free anymore,”

“I don’t think I can pay for all that,” Taehyung felt a bit ashamed to admit. His finances were barely enough to pay for him.

“I can still help a little, but maybe you can help him get a job or… I don’t know, let him crash at your place for a couple of months until they evaluate if he gets back to the dorms or something,”

No. That was beyond his boundaries. There was no way Tae-Jun and he lived under the same roof. He was willing to try getting close to him, keeping a casual relationship in hopes of not hating each other in the future. But to live together? No. That was not happening.

“I promise I’ll be around as much as I can,” Eon-Jin said. “It’s not too late to try to be a family again, right?”

He was scared, so he thought of Eunha. He thought of how scared he had been of being in a relationship with her because he was afraid of hurting her, of messing it up. He thought of the words he had written in one of his letters: I’m not scared of feeling anymore. Even though fear was an emotion, he decided not to let it rule his life. He thought of Eunha, of how his life was shaped differently since he allowed himself to be loved. He thought of how he wasn’t scared of loving anymore. He thought of the many years fear stole from him and his siblings, and he knew he had to put a stop to it. He thought of his brother, and the first image that popped into his head was that of four-year-old Tae-Jun, laughing at the top of his lungs at the funny faces Taehyung made. He thought of his brother, of the sad eyes that greeted him last night, and how similar they were to those he would find in the mirror not too long ago.

He knew, deep inside, that he was about to start something new and dangerous, but so worthy.

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