#plus more jisung which is always a plus

[bahablastplz]

Best Friend: Han x Reader

Thinking about how Jisung is always the reader's best friend in fics, which made me think of best friend to lovers Jisung x Reader.... Content: Smut, Fluff, A little Angst Warnings: Oral sex, Unprotected sex, P in V sex, Dirty talk, Use of the word 'slut,' Hair-pulling, Maybe some praise kink if you squint WC: 3400

“Which dress should I wear?” You question. You hold up two dresses in the mirror and place each one in front of your body, eyebrows furrowing as you imagine each one on your figure. You look at your best friend through the mirror, gauging his reaction. 

“Black,” says Han, though he doesn’t look up from his phone. 

“Jisung!” Your sharp tone makes his eyes shoot open wide, a surprised look on his face that you’ve gotten to know well over the years–the one he makes when he knows he’s gotten himself into trouble. “You didn’t even look at the options!” You scoffed at him incredulously. 

“I didn’t have to,” he says snidely. “The red one makes you look sexier, the black one makes you look… I don’t know, sleek?” “Sleek,” you say with a laugh. “Okay, so I should wear the red one!” As you go to hang up the black dress in your closet, your friend appears from behind you. 

“On a first date? You’re not trying to seduce him just yet,” he jokes. 

“But I wanted to look sexy,” you pout. “Plus, you never know–” Before you can finish your sentence, Han snatches the red dress from your grasp and runs out of the room at full speed. Mouth agape, you run after him giggling. Jisung makes some screeching noises as he runs around and he even hops onto the couch, standing above you. You take a moment to keel over, laughing at him while catching your breath. This is something your friend has always been good at doing; making you laugh. Especially on a night like tonight in which you were more nervous than you cared to admit, Jisung knows exactly how to push your buttons and have tears forming in your eyes from his humor. 

“Give me that, please, Sungie. You’re gonna mess it up!” You fake glare at him and cross your arms, watching as he holds the dress up over his head. 

“I can’t believe you’re ditching movie night for some guy,” he says. “Movie night, it’s an annual tradition… to just abandon it… It’s heresy! Heresy I say!” You shake your head at the man before sitting next to him on the couch. He sits as well, abandoning his ridiculous stance, and takes a deep breath next to you. 

You lean your head against his shoulder before sighing. “It’s not just any guy,” you say softly. “Seungmin seems special. I think he really likes me.” Jisung ignores the panging in his chest. The fact of the matter is, Han Jisung is undeniably, uncontrollably in love with you. And normally, he has absolutely no problem with that fact, especially with hiding it from you. But on this night in particular, there is one issue: You are going on a date. 

You’d been on dates before, of course. But not since Jisung has identified his attraction and feelings toward you. And what could he say? That he was jealous, that he wanted you to stay here and get with him instead? Of course not! 

“I… I know, jagiya. Um, you’re going to have a good time,” he replies into your hair. “And hopefully get laid. You’ve been so tense lately.” God, why did he say that? He didn’t want to think about that, especially with a guy that wasn’t him!

You laugh and push his shoulder lightly. “God, I hope so. I just need to be fucked like a slut, you know?” You grin at him widely, but he feels like he might get sick at your words. Usually, the two of you have no problem joking with one another, and yes, maybe 50% of the time your jokes are rather explicit, but Jisung can’t help but run a hand through his hair and take a deep breath at your words. 

“Don’t say that,” he groans, albeit with a weak smile. 

“Ughhh, but Sungie…” you laugh. “You know I’m joking but it’s been so long… I do want to be folded in half like a pancake–” 

He lets out a nervous laugh and holds his hand over your mouth. 

“Seriously, gross,” he says. You lick his hand. In disgust, he gets up, handing you the red dress in the process. 

“Thank you!” you preen at your friend and jump up, running to your room to get ready for your date. He follows to watch and lay on your bed. 

You look stunning in the red dress, of course. He knew you would. But coupled with the lipstick, the hair, your perfume… it makes his heart pang and sit heavily in his chest. 

You are in a rush. As you say goodbye to your friend and start to lock up, he pulls you into a tight hug, 

“Sung… You’re not seriously mad about movie night, right?” You laugh against him but feel yourself growing red at the proximity. You can smell his shampoo from here, and his embrace is so tight, his arms wrapped around you so tight that it makes you gulp. You push him away slightly just so you can look in his eyes. 

“No, of course not,” he says, but he’s slightly pouting. You would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying close attention to his face, and if you didn’t know each of his expressions like the back of your hand. “Just… I hope you have a good time tonight. Text me if you need me, kay? And turn your location on… just in case he’s really a serial murderer or something.” 

“Alright, you got it. Thanks so much for coming over,” you say as you lock your front door, allowing your friend to leave the house with you. 

“You never have to thank me,” he reminds you.  ***

The date went alright.  Seungmin was a sweet guy, he really was. He took you out to a nice restaurant and he flirted with you,  he made you smile, and he was just the epitome of a gentleman. But, you realized there just wasn’t a spark. Something was missing. There were no butterflies, no rush from your heart to let you know he was the one. And you told him as much at the end of the night. There were no hard feelings, really. 

So why do you still feel so damn emotional? 

As you step into your house, you pull out your phone and you’re texting Jisung before you even realize what you’re doing. 

Y/N:  Can you come over? 

Sungie: Already OMW! 

You’re laying on the couch, sulking emotionally. You half debate cracking open a bottle of wine to drink your sorrows away but decide against it. 

Instead, you wipe away small tears and hold yourself back from sniffling. Jisung bursts in your front door, looking around frantically. The sight makes you hiccup laugh through your tears and he’s running to you, kneeling in front of you on the couch. 

“Fuck, jagiya, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him, I’ll really kill him, I promise… Well, maybe not kill him, but I swear I’ll really hurt him…” He starts rambling and it makes you laugh. 

“I’m fine, Ji. He didn’t hurt me… The date actually went really well.”

“Oh,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. He looks into your eyes. “Shit. You scared me. What happened?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Bull shit, or you wouldn’t have called me over,” he says. He puts his hands on your knees and his head on the couch, looking up at you. 

“Just… we didn’t click. He was so sweet. He still paid after I told him I didn’t want another date, which was really nice… Is there something wrong with me?” You ask. You look into his eyes and he swears he could split in half, your teary doe eyes making him want to burst into tears himself. 

“Of course not, why would there be?” He questions. 

“Just… It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, even longer since I’ve dated someone… I finally get to go on a date with a nice, hot guy, and I completely blow it. What if that was my last shot? What if nobody wants me?” You wipe a tear away. 

“Don’t say that,” he says sharply. Your eyes widen. In all the time that you’ve known Jisung, his demeanor has always been relaxed, joking, and somewhat aloof. So for him to be so blunt and sharp with you? It makes you tense up. “That isn’t true.” 

“How do you even know that?” You cross your arms at him and shoot him what you hope is a nasty glare but you know it probably comes across as much more pathetic.

“Because I love you.” 

You scoff at him. “Han Jisung, if this is some sort of sick joke you better count your days, because that’s a really fucking low blow after tonight.” 

“Y/N, I would never joke about this. I love you much more than you could ever realize. I have loved you for so long… It hurts. I have wanted to tell you for so long, but I was so scared of messing up our friendship. There’s nothing more in this world that I love more than your smile, more than making you laugh.” He pauses, gauging your reaction. For once, he truly doesn’t know what you’re thinking and it scares him, but he continues anyway. “Just… The thought of you going out on that date tonight, it made me so sick. The thought of you kissing someone that wasn’t me… God, you didn’t kiss him, did you? Argh, that would make me so sad… But I just… I don’t even know the guy and I couldn’t help but think that I would be better for you. That he wouldn’t be able to make you laugh, and he wouldn’t know how absolutely ridiculous you look when you dance while you’re drunk, and he wouldn’t know that Saturday nights are our movie nights, and he wouldn’t know that you say your favorite color is lavender, but it’s actually–” 

You cut off the man by lunging forwards onto the floor and pressing your lips into his. The kiss is searing and all-consuming and he pulls you forward until you’re in his lap. As you straddle him he holds your head in his hands, brushing hair behind your ears as he brings you further into him. You’re both emotional and out of breath but so desperate to have things keep moving forward that when you open your mouth to deepen the kiss, it’s all tongue and teeth and heavy breathing but holds more feeling behind it than any kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Jisung…” you whisper, pulling away. He looks at you with wide eyes, pupils blown out. He’s panting and his hands take place on your arms, holding you in place as he searches deep into your eyes. 

He pulls you into a deep embrace reminiscent of the one you shared just this afternoon. 

“I feel the same… I think the reason why my date went so poorly is because he wasn’t you.” You hear his breath hitch and he pulls you impossibly closer, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you into another kiss. This one is more gentle and chaste but fills you with desire nonetheless. “I didn’t kiss him, by the way,” you say. Your statement puts Jisung at ease. “You’re the only one I want to kiss, Sung.” 

You kiss him again but start to trail down his neck, leaving wet open kisses behind. Jisung is a panting, moaning mess beneath you, and his noises encourage you to go further. You lift his shirt up over his head and press your crotch into his, relishing in the sounds he makes as you kiss his chest, his collarbones, and his abdomen before you feel a hand weave itself into your hair, pulling you harshly. 

“Still want to be fucked like a slut?” His words make you gasp. 

“Ji, I was joking,” you say, but his hand pulls tighter on your hair, revealing your neck to him; wet open-mouthed kisses and tongue pressing against your neck releases a loud, nasty moan from your lips. 

“You can’t lie to me, baby,” he says into your skin. “We’ve joked about it too many times for it to really be a joke. Can you answer me? Do you want to be fucked like a slut? Say the word and we can stop.” He lifts up your dress and throws it off of your head almost comedically, and it would have made you laugh if you weren’t now on complete display for the man. 

“Yes… please.” That was all the word Jisung needed to go forth and absolutely ravish you, taking your body as if it were his own. He sucks small marks against your skin, guiding your hips to rock into his own in steady movements. Meanwhile, he unclasps your bra, discarding it to God knows where, paying full attention to your now exposed skin. 

“So beautiful… God you’re making me feel so good, grinding against me so good baby… I’ll cum soon, I’ll cum in my pants if we don’t stop,” he rambles. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, paying it full attention while teasing the other with his thumb. Your head falls back from the pleasure, from the enticing man underneath you that you’ve known for so long, for the man who’s cologne has been engraved in your brain for years but only now does it make you feel needier with lust and desire when it floods your senses. Suddenly, he lifts you off of his hips with alarming force, placing you to sit on the couch while he remains underneath you on the floor. 

“Please, can I eat you out? Let me make you feel good baby, please,” he begs, rubbing small circles onto your thigh. You nod your head at him, lifting your hips and your underwear is removed in an instant. 

He dives forward, wasting no time before connecting his mouth to your glistening core. You moan loudly at the contact and his arms reach forward to pull you closer to his face. His wide eyes meet yours and he grins, absolutely deriving his own pleasure off of yours and the way you squirm beneath him. He eats you out in a way that is similar to his personality; it is messy, it is eager, and it is all-consuming. His tongue flicks desperately against your clit and you buck your hips up into his face but he holds you down easily, forcing you to take what he gives. His tongue switches between teasing your entrance and giving your clit his direct and undivided attention, and the pace makes you feel dizzy. 

“Please, please,” you say, and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for. He changes the angle suddenly, pressing your legs up to your head so that you’re completely at his mercy. He spits right onto your aching hole, the act crude but making you moan nonetheless. Immediately he dives back in, holding your legs as he sucks and flicks at your clit until you’re shaking from overstimulation.

You try to warn him but it’s too late, you’re thrown over the edge with a loud sigh. He guides you through it, lapping at you languidly with his tongue as you pulse against him from aftershocks. He releases from you and the lack of contact makes you feel antsy, immediately wanting more, immediately craving that contact again. 

“Jisung,” you breathe out. “Again… want to feel you again, please. Need you… touching me, please.” He wastes no time before pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift blow and you moan at the sight of him naked before you. You reach to touch him and stroke his cock but he stops you, guiding you to your feet. Your legs tremble but he holds you steady. 

“What are you–” you begin to ask, but he shushes you, grabbing your hips and bending you over the side of the couch. He pushes your back down so that you’re arching for him, ass pressed up in the air. 

“M just giving you what I promised,” he says, rubbing your back almost soothingly as he teases your entrance with his cock. Every time he makes contact you hiss and try to press back into him, but to no avail. “You made me wait this long to let me fuck your pretty pussy babe, should I make you wait too?” 

His words make you moan out, and you’re babbling before you even realize it. “Jisung, Sungie, no please… Please Ji… I need you so bad… Please let me… Please don’t make me wait… Fuck… Please…”

His laugh is airy, as if you’ve knocked all of the air out of his lungs. You tilt your head back, trying desperately to see his face, and his expression is exactly how you imagined it; desperate, incredulous, lips parted open in a small ‘o’ shape. That’s the last thing you see before he presses his full length into you and your eyes screw shut from pleasure. 

He immediately groans out, trying to stay still but desperately rocking his hips into you deeper, right against your g-spot which makes your eyes roll back and tighten around him. In turn, he begins sharply rutting right against your hips, shallow but deep. 

“Fuck, fuck, jagiya. You feel… so good. Just like how I imagined,” he starts. “Your pussy… God, it was made for me to fuck… For me to fuck you dumb.” He is stuttering and rambling but you don’t even care, his words, soft moans, and pants making you feel incredibly needier. He reaches forward and pulls you up against him, grabbing your head and meeting your lips into a blinding and messy kiss as he fucks you. It makes your head reel and his hands find your tits and grab them hard for just a second as he finds his pace but the overstimulation makes you go stupid with desire. 

Just as fast, he pushes you into the couch again. He grabs both of your wrists from behind and pulls them into his hand, using the momentum as a way to let himself fuck into you harder and deeper. You’re crying now, tears flowing from your face from pleasure and letting out noises that you didn’t know you could make, loud ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ from every thrust of his hips into yours. 

“Please tell me you’re close, baby,” he says shakily. “Fuck, I don’t think I can last much longer.” His words make you close your legs together as he fucks you, the friction sending you even closer to the edge. 

“So close, Sung, please.” Your words barely escape your mouth but you know he hears you, as his hands take place on your hips now, his death grip searing as he pulls you all the way on and off of his length, slamming into you at full force. 

“Cumming,” you say, and you can only warn him the one time before you’re spasming and convulsing all over his cock, his soft and gentle praise guiding you through it in complete contrast to his harsh actions against your body. You’re still pulsing with aftershocks as he groans, pulling out of you and releasing all over your back in hot spurts. As the two of you catch your breath, he immediately pulls you into a kiss again, gentle yet passionate. 

“I love you so much,” he says. “Wanted to do that for so long. Wanted you. Wanted you to be mine and wanted you to know how much I love you.” His eyes meet yours, searching, waiting for a response. 

“I love you too, Jisung.” He smiles and his eyes close, relishing in the fact that finally, you are now undeniably his. 

He cleans you up and guides you into your room, pulling you into his arms. Your head rests on his chest and your limbs are an intertwined mess, unable to differentiate where you start and Jisung ends. That night you watch your movie, the way it was destined to be all along. Jisung’s jokes make you laugh until you cry, and this time he is able to tell you that making you smile is one of the greatest pleasures he has ever been graced with in his life, and he tells you this with a kiss pressed against your mouth. ***

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[luvyeni]

( SPOOKTOBER ) my vampire boyfriends ! 🎞️ 一 钟辰乐 & 박지성 ՞

𝓟 airings. vampire!chenji x fem!reader wc. 1.5k

🕸️◞ WARNINGS. consented somnophilia, biting, unprotected sex, fingering

「 ♱ authors note 」 my second chenji threesome , hope you guys like it , day 2 of spooktober ...

you; chenle and jisung had a special relationship, them being vampires and you being a human, and also being in a poly relationship — not only that; the three of you had a special sexual relationship, meaning any of you could have each other at any time you wanted.

this often led to jisung and chenle going at in chenles office during work hours; not caring if anyone heard them outside the room— who was gonna say something? not only was he the boss, he was a very powerful vampire, no one dared to even come inside without knocking. sometimes chenle would call you up, telling you to wear his favorite with nothing over it but a jacket; calling jisung into the office simply just to watch you guys fuck like bunnies before heading to a meeting.

or both of them forcing you under the table during a meeting to your knees stuffing their cocks into your mouth while the people in the room pretend you aren't there, lord knows what the people would do if they even acknowledged you were there.

most of the time though; you stayed home in the condo chenle purchased for you three; shopping and lavishly spending the money they made, waiting for them to return; sometimes you stayed up and waited for them— other times you often fell asleep waiting for them , but that didn't mean you didn't give them permission to use you even in your most vulnerable moment.

“she's sleeping.” jisung whined; he was so ready to ravish you, both of them were ready to use you, their stomachs churning with hunger and the need for you; you didn't help it either, sending them videos of you using various of toys, sending them videos while they were at work , leaving them hard , they couldn't even get each other off, they didn't need each other , they needed you. “i can smell her from here.”

your scent wafting through out the apartment like always , . “maybe we can wake her up.” jisung said, chenle scoffed. “what did i tell you jisung.” the older boy , who was always more dominant than the both of you said. “she said we can take what we want when we want.” he smirked , jisung scratched the back of his neck. “but she's sleeping.”

chenle even though he was shorter than the tall boy, cornered him. “when has that ever mattered? remember when she woke you up with her mouth around your cock.” he kissed the boy's neck. “you liked that didn't you?” jisung sighed, knowing where he was going with this. “i-i mean yeah b-but.” he groaned, feeling the boys hands feeling down his abs. “but what?” chenle whispered, jisung felt the boys fangs grazing his neck. “you want her right?” his hands traveling down to the waistband. “ye-yeah.”

“so take her.” was the last thing he said before he bit down on the boy's neck. “fuck.” he moaned , that's another thing about the supernatural creatures, the toxins from their bites being like a aphrodisiac— which often came as a plus for your sex life. jisung could feel the heat bubbling in his stomach , turning around the moment chenle let his neck go; grabbing the back of the boys neck , feverishly repeating what he did to him , both of them going at it with each other , almost forgetting you until they heard your moans coming from your shared room. “you hear her?” chenle groaned as the boy attacked his neck , blood drinking down. “i know you smell her, let's go give her what she so desperately wants.”

they finally made it to the room, your scent much stronger, pushing the door open where you laid sleeping. “she was moaning in her sleep.” chenle took his shirt off, joining you into the bed , his hands immediately finding your naked thigh , lifting up your oversized shirt , revealing your bare cunt. “no fucking panties , i don't even think she needs to be bit this time , she's hornier than both of us combine.” jisung took his clothes off , joining the both of you.

“let's see how long it takes for her to get up.” jisung started kissing your neck, chenle working his way into your panties , you moaned. “ fuck , even in her sleep sleep she's wet as fuck for us.” his fingers toying with your clit , your body reacting , whimpers pouring out of your mouth. “ch-chenle.”

your eyes fluttered open , meet the glowy eyes of your boyfriend. “fu-fuck.” you moaned as you felt him adding another finger. “finally you're awake , you were moaning like a slut in your sleep.” he curled his fingers inside you. “ji-ji— i’m here baby , i’m here.” jisung kissed your neck. “he wanted to let you sleep, but i knew you'd be upset if we left you out , guess fucking yourself on those useless fucking toys weren't enough , you needed our cocks to fill you up?”

removed his fingers standing up to remove his fingers. “hey baby.” jisung whispered in your ears , his bulge grinding against your ass , groaning. “ji-jisung , i want it.” you moaned. “what do you want?” he kissed your neck. “my cock? my fingers?” his hands ghosting your clit. “no-no yet , i want it first.” he smirked realizing what you meant. “you want me to bite you baby?” chenle getting back on the bed. “y-yes please.”

jisung turned to other boy , who nodded. “give her what she wants.” you moaned , feeling jisungs teeth piercing your skin. “fu-fuck!” you yelped , he released the toxins into your body , the aphrodisiac flowing through all of your bodies , it was fair game from here , all three of you desperate to touch each other. “please fuck me.” you moaned. “fu-fuck , you're so wet.” jisung rubbed his cock along your folds.

chenle stroked his cock , watching jisung hold your leg up , his cock prodding your hole. “fuck , put it inside.” he cursed , jisung obey the boy , pushing his cock inside you. “fuck sung!” you mewled as he began to rock his hips , his long cock kissing your cervix. “sh-shit your pussy is so tight , squeezing my cock.” he hissed. “ne-need more.”

“yeah?” chenle said , letting his cock go. “you think you can both of us?” you nodded eagerly. “i-i can , i can take it.” you moaned , your body needing both of them , it definitely was the bite talking , and you'd regret it in the morning but you didn't care. “fine , you want us to stretch you out , jisung pull out.” jisung whined. “don't be a fucking baby , you'll get your dick wet.” the boy slipped out of you.

“lay on your back sung.” the boy ordered; ordering you to get in his lap. “no , face me.” chenle slotted himself in between your legs. “fuck chen , i need to fuck her.” jisungs body was burning , the feeling becoming too overwhelming. “go ahead.” jisung , lifted you up , sinking you down on his cock. “fuck!” he hissed as your cunt swallowed him. “don't move.” chenle ordered, you both whined in desperation.

“both of you are a bunch of fucking sluts.” he slid right inside you , it burned deliciously as they both moved inside you , “fuck this feels so good.” jisung bucked into you , his cock was longer , and hit all of your deepest spots— whereas chenle was much thicker and stretched you out , neither one of them leaving you satisfied. “fu-fuck.”

you felt another piercing pain into your neck as jisung bit you once again. “jisung!” you moaned out his name as he licked the wound , chenle on top , pounding into you , never unfilled , both of them thrusted in and out of you. “fuck I'm gonna cum.” you moaned. “sh-shit me too.” jisung legs twitched , his orgasm approaching fast and chenles' cock rubbing up against his mix with the tightness of your cunt wasn't doing him any favors.. “fuck , cum now , both of you.”

with his command both of you cumming with loud moans , jisungs cum seeping out of you but chenle just fucked in back inside. “fuck , gonna cum.” his hand coming up to your throat , squeezing tightly , has he pushed deeply inside you , cumming. “fu-fuck!”

both of you pulling out of your , cum spilling from your puffy cunt. “so messy.” he wiped the blood from your neck , bringing it to his lips , moaning at your sweet taste. “so sweet , like candy.”

“if you both were so horny you should've called me.” you said once you were cleaned up , your wounds all patched up , theirs healed already. “not like you haven't before.” threading your fingers through jisungs hair. “jisung overheard someone talking about how pretty you sound and almost tore his throat out , i can't have people quitting , they're already terrified enough , no need to traumatize them.”

“that's his fault next time i may just fucking do it.” jisung growled. “see what i deal with all day!” you shook your head. “don't pretend you aren't the same , we both remember what you almost did to that human who was flirting with jisung.” he frowned.

“in my defense he asked jisung to turn him and i said i’d happily to bite him , but i might just get a little hungry and drain him of all his blood.”

©LUVYENI

[wegc]

heheh back to bother you with more spicy thoughts :3

Thoughts on biting kink?? i just keep thinking about what ot8 reaction would be after seeing the damage that y/n would do hehe purple hickeys littering their bodies not a spot untouched, bite marks still slightly visible, having to wear long sleeves and turtle necks to cover the evidence which makes y/n that all her hard work is being covered 😵‍💫 definitely feel like most of them would relish in the fact that y/n wants people to know that their man is taken already ,, sorry but I’m a sucker for possessive kink :3

anywhooo hope your doing well and that your day went as amazing as you !!

-🧸

saw biting kink and IMMEDIATELY thought of lee minho!!!

ot8 reaction to you leaving hickeys on them!!!

chan would be so giggly and flustered when he caught sight of the hickeys scattered across his body and would take a couple of pictures so he could look back on them. since he is an idol, he does have to conceal them, plus, he’s so shy!!! when you get pouty about it, he finds you so cute and feels so giddy inside because he adores it when you’re possessive. he wants you to tell him that he’s yours, that he belongs to no one else but you—if you ever tell him any of those things while you guys are fucking, he’s creaming FOR SURE.

minho would smirk and tease you about it, playfully grumbling about the marks while secretly attempting to hide his red ears because he feels butterflies in his stomach every time he catches a glimpse of them. though he does have to conceal them while he’s working, he makes no effort to hide them while he’s at home or with friends because he gets a kick out of people knowing that he’s yours and that yes!!! lee minho got some!!! he’s also the type to litter hickeys on you and would further use a makeup wipe to clean away the concealer you’re using to hide them.

changbin would be so ANNOYING omfg—he’s giggling in your face, facetiming his friends or the members to boast about the purple bruises because he’s so proud that he’s yours!!! changbin adores the idea of someone being obsessed with him so the thought that you, the love of his life, his number one—the person that drives him crazy is just as insane about him makes him so delighted. he gets pouty and whiney when they wear off and demands that you give him more once they’ve completely faded off because “they’re apart of him.”

hyunjin would feign playful annoyance and would whine about how much of a nuisance it is to cover them, but really, he’s endeared and finds them almost artistic, in a way. the underlying intention of hickeys—to claim someone, its inherent territoriality, their origin in the act of lovemaking as a symbol of adoration—how can hyunjin not romanticize them? he smiles softly every time he sees them and brushes the tips of his fingers against the bruised skin. one day, when they fade away, he’ll lay his head on your lap, straining his neck as an offering, silently asking for more. take me, he’d whisper.

jisung would treasure them because number 1: it feels so good receiving them (han jisung moaning like a girl agenda will always prevail) and number 2: he feels so cherished. jisung can’t help but feel small when you tell him you want others to understand he’s yours and that you’ve claimed him. he’d nod, a lazy grin on his face, eyes glossing over and looking at you cheerily, completely and utterly love-sick. “yeah,” he mumbles. “i suppose the marks are useful… can i give them to you?” cue him begging to let him give you hickeys, loudly whining and rolling his eyes when you reject him.

felix would mention the hickeys now and then to fluster you but abruptly shrinks when you stare at him intensely and tell him that you want others to know that he’s taken. “oh,” he’d whisper, feeling his cheeks blush and his heart race. he still feels flustered when you laugh and tell him that you’re joking because he never knew he could like something so much. he feels his heart drop when you continue, absentmindedly suggesting that you’d stop if he wanted, to which he quickly shakes his head to. “i don’t want you to stop,” he’d breathe out. “give me as many as you’d like.”

seungmin is someone that i don’t particularly see going so crazy over them. while covering them up is a hassle, he walks around with them freely at home and in the dorms, clapping back whenever a member teases him about it. instead of focusing on the marks, he rather relishes the sentiment behind them and revels in the way you show your passion and possessiveness over him. i can see him staring at the bruises when he misses you exceptionally, or maybe when he’s extra pent up, he strokes himself in front of the mirror, eyes narrowed at the purple marks you’ve littered on his body. not like he’d tell you that though!!!

jeongin laughs at you about it but also loves them so much, and repeatedly asks you why you leave them on his body even though he knows why. he’s attentively listened to your reasoning behind it at least 50 times; but how can you stop telling him when he gets so giddy and smiley every time you remind him that he’s yours and that no one else can have him? he’d nod, eyes crinkling in delight and would sigh happily, unable to make eye contact with you. he takes photos of his marked body and begs to leave some on you so you guys can have matching wallpapers. he’ll have your marked body as his, and you’ll have his as yours!

[slytherinshua]

NIGHTS WITH YOU

genre. fluff. warnings. food (ramen). pairing. soobin x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. requested by @blue-jisungs (my baby) for #25: "are those my clothes" and #34: "where's my goodnight kiss?" a/n. i've been writing just so much sleepy fluff either sleepy morning fluff or sleepy bedtime fluff im not complaining cause its always so soft but yeah :(

Soobin stepped out of the bathroom, still drying his hair with a towel. His eyes immediately scoured around the room for you, and when he didn’t find you anywhere, a frown etched on his face. Since he had been at practice all day, you forced him to take a shower before delivering any hugs or kisses, despite how much he begged for them. It was a reasonable request, of course. He was sweaty and stinky— of course you’d rather kiss a clean Soobin. But your boyfriend hadn’t seen you all day and simply needed to be as close to you as possible for the rest of the night. 

He located you quickly, following the smell of spicy noodles to the kitchen. His eyes softened as he saw your figure, wearing one of his black t-shirts.  He pouted, coming up behind you to hold you in a back hug. 

“Are those my clothes?” He asked softly, a giddy smile growing on his face as soon as you laughed.

“You left your drawer open. They were practically asking for me to take them. Plus, they’re more comfortable than my pyjamas.” You said simply, stirring the sauce packet into the pot of ramen noodles you were preparing. 

Although Soobin’s shirts were much too big for you to wear daily, they made for the perfect oversized sleeping garment. As they were designed to fit your 6 foot man both height wise and broad back wise, they practically swallowed your figure. But you loved it, especially the way the shirts smelled exactly like your boyfriend. Soobin didn’t mind. How could he when you looked so cute in his clothes?

“We already share everything anyway. Including that ramen—?“

“No! You’re not getting any!” You shoved your boyfriend off of your back, defensively shielding the ramen pot from his prying hands. He frowned, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to find a way through, but each reach he took got expertly blocked by your chopsticks.

“That is not one bite. That’s like, 6 at least!” You slouched back onto Soobin’s chest, keeping up your pretend grumpiness after you had finally agreed to give him just one bite. Truthfully, you had prepared the ramen more for him than you in the first place. You just wanted to see him eat well after practice. But it was always fun to tease him. Admitting that you carefully prepared them for your boyfriend would make you look unbelievably whipped. Which you were, but you weren’t about to admit it out in the open.

“Here, open up.” Soobin said, holding the chopsticks up for you, feeding you the bite of ramen carefully. Maybe he was just as equally whipped. You whipped your frown off your face and snuggled closer to your boyfriend, enveloped by his fresh scent and warm skin. 

“I can’t believe Beomgyu got to see you more this week than me. It’s not fair.” You sighed, thinking back to the past couple of days. Even when Soobin didn't have a schedule, he’d busied himself in the company building with Beomgyu, playing games or writing lyrics. 

You had nothing against the younger member, you were as close to him as you were any of Soobin’s friends. But nothing hit you quite as hard as the loneliness you felt when Soobin was away from you. It felt nice to be back in his arms, knowing that there was nothing left for that day that would prevent you from falling asleep and waking up next to him. 

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” Soobin asked once you were back in his arms after doing the dishes. 

“Right here.” You smiled, cupping his cheeks to bring his face down to your lips. As always, Soobin’s lips tasted heavenly. And, just like always, Soobin was the clingier of you two. He chased your lips every time you pulled away, causing you both to giggle. Countless soft pecks were placed around your face until his head hit the pillow and he gathered you up in his arms, close enough to hear his relaxed breath and steady heart beat. The rhythm lulled you to sleep, head resting against his chest and your back blanketed by his arms.

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[seungfl0wer]

list 1: 18, 30, 59 is driving me insane, it doesnt matter which member honestly 😭

*Didn’t Know You’d Like That*

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Choking, Hair Pulling, Biting, Breeding, Creampie, Unprotected (P in V), lots of dirty talk. Think that’s all? (Not Proof read)

Prompts are: 18 “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 30 “Sit” 59 “I didn’t know you liked that”. All of these are from my first prompt list (Here) I also have a second prompt list (Here)

Ugh it took me a bit to figure who I wanted to do I saw you’ve been getting wrecked by 3racha so figured to do one of them. Hope you enjoy it cause I really really did.

-🩵

Jisung sat across from you while you both played a card game. You’ve beat him the last 3 rounds, you definitely were feeling a little cocky about it too. “Ji you kinda suck” you teased pushing him with your foot you had against him under the table. “Excuse me” he scoffed tickling your foot. “I just think you’re cheating, plus there’s nothing to gain from winning.” He shrugged.

“So you don’t wanna win cause there’s nothing to gain? Wow really been hanging with Minho to long huh” you laughed. He chuckled at your words then a light bulb went off in his head. “I have an idea to make it more fun” he smiled a devilish smile “how about whoever loses next has to do a strip tease for the other.” That smug smile across his face dared you. He knew you were competitive so he knew you’d do it however what you didn’t know was this man was 100% hustling you. He was actually really good at this game and now that there was something to win he was gonna go for it.

You looked at him for a brief moment “Ji just tell me you’re horny.” You teased rolling your eyes “bet though, I’ll kick your ass again” you said with a smug smile. “I’m a man always am horny” he shrugged as he dealt the cards. You picked your hand up smirking at the cards thinking you had this in the bag. However it was so hard to read Jisung, he’s a bad liar for the most part but games like this he’s got a stone poker face. “Guess you better start stripping pretty boy.” You said putting your cards down.

The smile that creeped across your face was quickly wiped away by Jisung “I don’t think so princess” he said as he put his down revealing a perfect hand. You whined looking at him with a serious face “you cheated there’s no way” he couldn’t help but laugh at your words “nope told yeah if there’s something to gain I’ll actually do it.” He said standing up making his way to the couch. “Now I’m ready for my show sweetheart” he said that stupid smug grin creeping on him, just wanted to smack it off of him (in a loving way).

Although Jisung and you were friends this wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen you naked. Hell it wouldn’t even be the 4th time, you were always kinda whatever about being naked around him. Did he ever mind? No. Why would he? Getting to see his beautiful best friend’s body like that? He loved it, loved you were so comfortable with him. What he didn’t love though is how much you always teased him and then he was stuck just thinking about you while he fucked his fist.

You sighed getting up looking at the cocky man in front of you “fine, but don’t come crying to me when you get a boner.” You teased. You slowly made your way towards him taking off certain clothes and letting them drop to the floor. The way you moved your hips moved and the way the lights hit your curves had him in a trance. You could see his bulge growing quickly “such an easy boy hmm.” You said standing in front of him “you’re just to damn hot.” He said his words airy and hot. As you let your last bit of clothes fall you were fully naked in front of him. He felt like he was about to go crazy even more so as you went behind him leaning down towards his ear “so hard for me and I haven’t even done anything.”

Jisung almost moaned in reply his head spinning a bit from arousal. He snapped back out of it as you kept talking “such a horny man hmm? So hard for his best friend, I bet you think about me all the time when you touch yourself hm?” You said nipping at his ear. As you made your way back around you could see his body language change. His eyes were glued to you “sit” he said his voice low, it sounded almost like a growl. He pat his thigh looking at you daring you to say something smart. To his surprise though you did, siting down his bulge perfectly sandwiched itself between your folds.

He looked you over a second before he quickly started to suck on your neck making you buck your hips in return. The feeling made him go almost crazy biting harshly onto your neck you let out the loudest moan rolling your hips onto his clothed hard on. His other hand gripped at your neck moving it to give him more room as he continued the assault on it. Leaving pretty little purple marks mixed with teeth marks all over your neck. His hand gripped your throat a bit hard as the free one smacked your ass every time you moved your hips.

You were almost drooling at the sensation, your neck being a sensitive spot for you. “Fuck Ji, please- I- fuck- fuck me fuck me” you babbled your brain already to fuzzy from him. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth.” He teased pulling away from your neck latching his lips now to yours. The kiss was sloppy full of need and lust. Your tongues wrestled as you grinned on him needing any sort of friction. “Fuck princess, ok let me take my pants off quick.” He said pulling away from the sloppy kiss.

As you moved you your eyes were met with the big wet patch you had left on him. His sweats having a clear outline where you’ve been grinding. The way his eyes grew at the sight almost made him go feral he discarded his pants quickly pulling you back on his lap. Kissing you again as you grinned on his now unclothed cock. What he lacked in girth he made up in length, his cock a bit curved as well.

You both moaned at the feeling before he moved himself “take your seat on the thrown princess” he said he would have cringed at his words but he was already too far gone for that. You slowly sunk down on his cock letting the feeling of him burn into your brain. You could feel him so deep, your walls almost molding to him. Your legs went almost jelly as you tried to move “Ji-“ you said softly.

He smiled moving his hips upward “my princess is already so fucked out of her brains she can’t move? I bet you’ve been thinking of me too huh. Thinking of me filling this pretty little cunt of yours? Hmm?” His words flowed out as he moved his hip digging his nails into your ass. You nod in response making him raise a brow “oh you have, have you? Think about me fucking you hard? The feeling of me filling you so full of my cock?”

“Yes- fuck Ji” you whimpered out his words driving you crazy “and now look at you bouncing on my cock, your cunt sucking me in. I can feel how much my words are driving you crazy, your cunt squeezes around me.” He continued to ramble picking his pace up. He moved one of his hands coming down to play with your clit, god you were so sensitive right now it was crazy. The moan you let out echoed in the room, the sound drove him mad. He latched himself back to your neck biting and sucking it harshly as he fucked you deep.

You could feel your high coming it was like a damn overflowing ready to just break at any moment. Jisung griped your hair pulling your head back a bit “touch yourself as I fuck you, I want you to cum all over my cock.” He growled his hand now wrapping around your waist pulling your body close to his. You did as you were told as he fucked you mercilessly. “Ji- I’m- fuck” you cried out as you felt the damn ready to burst “fucking hell princess” he groaned out.

“I’m gonna fucking breed you so deep.” His words hit a part of you that made you go crazy. His words, his cock pounding you and the your fingers stuttering over your sensitive nub. “Jisung- fuck please f-fill me breed me- fuck jisung!” You almost screamed out the damn finally busting the strew of your moans and the way your walls gripped him had him coming undone in no time.

He gripped your body tightly as he thrusted hard deep into you before cuming deep into you. His white strings painted pictures all across your walls. The feeling of him cuming so hard inside you had another wave rush over you making your body jolt squirting all over his cock. The rush of hot liquid coating both of you, he pulled you into a loving kiss holding you so tightly to him. “Didn’t think you’d like that, that much” he smirked his eyes looked sleepy almost as he kissed you again.

You could only nod resting your head on his shoulder your body shaking a bit. He helped you get cleaned up grabbing you a drink of water as he cleaned himself off. He laid down on the couch pulling you into his arms snuggling you tightly. Your body still feeling a bit jello-y. He peppered kisses against your shoulder “such a sweet girl, you did such a good job.” He cooed “let’s watch a movie and relax hmm? Want me to order food?”

You looked up at him and kissed his lips softly “food it is, I’ll order sweetheart. You ok though?” He said softly you nod holding onto him tightly “yeah, just want cuddles” you said voice sleepy. “Of course princess anything for you.” He said kissing your head curling back into the couch with you. You both never ended up getting food, falling asleep to quickly afterwards.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Pack Chapter 19

Trigger Warnings: fluff, public sex, smut

Same day. Same time. Same hour. Same second. Both Minho and Felix had their rut. Minho was very private about going into a rut as if it was the most taboo thing. He kept himself alone in the safe house with Y/N's belongings that he had stolen on the way. Minho was similar to Felix, Jisung and Changbin who were whiny during their ruts. Minho would make little mewls and subtle growls as his stomach knotted in desire. He started off unbothered by playing games or reading but when it got bad Minho would touch himself. Minho's soft hands would palm himself as he thought about his little wolf touching him. He tried to imagine her soft touches and kitten licks. It would help until Minho started to get possessively feral. It was common for him as the days went on but he didn't expect this wave of desire towards Y/N's clothes. He didn't rut in them, he held them by his nose as he rutted in his hand or the sheets. Minho would even naughtily lick her clothes as if he could taste her. Felix on the other hand wanted to be alone this time as his anxiety was playing up more with his rut that he felt sick. Felix cried himself to sleep in pain some days while during the day he would rut like mad. His anxiety stemmed from his mate being stalked and despite wanting her in the room, the wolves upstairs would be more useful if something happened. Y/N had offered him help but he denied it, only requesting for slick stained clothes. It was embarrassing for Y/N to release her slick onto Felix's clothes but she knew he needed it.

Y/N felt bad for both wolves but tried to be there for them by supplying them with food, which they devoured like dogs. It was an honour to have her food and it made their wolves happy. Even the others were appreciative of her stepping up and taking over Minho's duties. Y/N actually enjoyed cooking and cleaning, but she didn't realise how messy the boys were especially Hyunjin, Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung's bathroom. She could have killed them when she saw the state of it and even argued with them on why there was piss up the wall, which turned into a debate on who can't piss straight. Y/N didn't want any part in it. She thought it was disgusting and even got Chan to alpha command them all to clean their bathroom until it was sparkling. Even Chan was appalled. The head alpha took it upon themselves to show them his bathroom that he was so proud of, which was spotless, but then again Chan is a clean man. Sometimes. Not always.

Cleaning was hard because the cabin was huge and she didn't get to clean it as quickly as Minho and it stressed her out. She didn't want him to be disappointed in her so Jisung offered to help with the hoovering but he ended up breaking it because he clogged it so the pair was out at night buying a hoover. "We're not getting a Henry and Hetty hoover. Minho will hate it." Y/N scolded. "They are industrial hoovers. Plus they are energy efficient. And there is a Black Friday discount." Jisung said in excitement, while Y/N shook her head. "Ji he will kill you," Y/N argued. "Us, baby, us. He will kill us." Jisung said as he took the boxes and carried them over to the cashier. "We need to get back so I can cook dinner." Y/N reminded as he nodded his head as they walked back to the car with Henry and Hetty. "Shall we make a quick stop at the beach?" Jisung said causing Y/N to roll her eyes. He was the one driving so she couldn't stop him.

The beach was quiet as there was no one really there which made it nice for Jisung and Y/N to listen to the waves. They sat together on Jisung's jumper cuddled up to each other quietly. Jisung's arm wrapped around Y/N's waist with his head resting on her shoulder. His breath hit his mark. Y/N looked into his dark eyes and kissed his nose leading him to kiss her. Jisung brought his hand up to her cheek cupping her softly as he kissed her. His kisses were always sweet and gentle. His tongue softly touched hers as he deepened his kiss. Jisung escalated the miss by nipping at her bottom lip, sucking it before releasing it. "Jisung." Y/N moaned as he attached his mouth to his mark, nibbling on it as he smelt her sweat arousal. Jisung pushed her down onto the sand so he could run his hand up and down her body. Starting at her breasts, giving them a delicate squeeze before sliding down to her clothed pussy. Y/N thrust upwards with need as he rubbed her pussy, wanting him inside her.

Jisung dipped his hand inside her jeans to reach her slick leaking pussy so he could play with her. Her thick lubricant allowed him to enter a finger, making her moan in his mouth as he started to thrust. Jisung worked her up until his hand got tired from the restrictive jeans. "Can I pull them down?" Jisung asked. "Yeah." Y/N breathed out as she watched Jisung awkwardly slide her jeans off with a giggle because he couldn't get them off. As soon as he got them off his hand was inside her, pumping two digits into her while his thumb teased her clit, edging her but before she came Jisung pushed his joggers down ready to slide into her. "JISUNG!" Y/N almost screamed in shock at his quickness and desperation. He was so ready to take her, but her scream frightened him and he forgot how to move. Jisung tried to riggle his hips in an awkward motion causing them both to laugh. He had no idea how to flick his hips. When Y/N tried to guide him, his hips went in a circular motion, causing Y/N to bite her tongue to refrain from laughing so much. She didn't want him to feel insecure so she tried a different method by guiding her with her legs to thrust him into her. Once he got the hang of it Jisung quickened his pace quickly like a feral man who was new to sex. Y/N could tell he was going to come quickly because he was crying out. Vocalising his thrusts. "Baby so so good. Baby gonna come. Gonna cum inside you. Don't care." Jisung was too vocal and caused him to spit loads of thick hot liquid into her pussy as she felt his knot. Y/N hadn't expected to produce an uncouth amount of seed. It was feral and she didn't think her body could hold that much. "Uh Ji?!" Y/N called out. "Baby I know Chan is gonna kill me. I can help with your heat this time." Jisung winked. "No. We're at the beach." Y/N said. "Fuck."

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[winwintea]

nct vs haunted house (who you picking to go with you?)

pairing ↬ ot25 nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)

tags ↬ cussing, i roast everyone (sorry not sorry)

author’s note ↬ very lax and lazy shitpost. can y'all pretend like i posted this before november 1st to spare me the embarrassment and shame, thanks. also in no apparent order so you might have to dig for your member. this is the first time i've posted for all the members... also only seen the wayv and dream haunted house videos so it might not be fully accurate.

sakuya

nah why the hell would you pick him. this shit is gonna make a bolt for it and leave you alone inside to defend for yourself. if it's a haunted house walkthrough, he's gonna speedrun it and save himself, not you. if it's a horror escape room he's probably gonna get jumpscared, but will distract himself by laughing at you. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL, somehow manages to break everything. (0/10 partner, made me cry afterwards. this is why i hate children /j)

winwin

you've got like a 50/50 chance of surviving this thing. winwin's scared out of his wits when it comes to haunted houses, but in an actual stressful situation he thinks very logically. given the right circumstance, he doesn't make dumb choices, and can actually progress through the haunted house fairly easy. his only flaw is that when he gets jumpscared he has extreme reactions and always is on the floor. (6/10 partner, just make sure he isn't pulling you to the ground as well.)

haechan

no sane person would pick him, are you okay? i mean he's kinda unpredictable. either cackling and laughing his ass off or sobbing or straight faced the whole time. when he's scared he demands to be carried, like tf? thought you were supposed to protect me. whatever. actually kinda smart and helpful though like if you're lucky you two can get out just fine. (7/10 partner, because at least he isn't gonna leave you alone to die, you'll die together.)

doyoung

get ready for snarky comments on everything, "i wonder if these people are getting paid minimun wage." or "whoever designed this place needs to go to jail why is everything so ugly looking." he's a NERVOUS WRECK though. starts yapping when he's scared. telling the scare actors to "wait pls" (they won't love you like i love you) they don't listen to him though... very tense, movements are stiff, he has like a 25% chance of actually being helpful. (2.5/10 partner, someone tell him to move faster.)

jaehyun

you picked the nonchalant king himself! he'd probably be a bit scared, maybe a few jerks or flinches from the jumpscares, but nothing too bad. probably laughs at the actors or at the situation, but it's not a mocking laugh. very helpful and you'll definitely make it out of there alive! if you're easily scared no worries! he'll be fine carrying you if he has to. give yourself a pat on the back, you picked well. (10/10 partner i have no complaints)

jisung

someone save this poor baby and you because you two are also not making it out alive today. not very loud screams, but oh my god he clutches his chest and bucks his knees like he's heard the worst news of his life. 15,000 mental breakdowns in the span of a minute. asks random obvious questions and is curious about everything. he's too lost in his own head and thoughts to be really helpful, plus he's too scared to try anything so you really aren't progressing further unless you lock in. (2/10 partner, i love you ji but i gotta survive)

riku

honey idk who lied to you but riku is not brave at all. another stumbler, he's tripping all over the place, sometimes you wonder whether it's on purpose or not. no cause this man spends more time on the floor then actually on his feet. when he's collected himself and believes that there's no reason to be scaried he's gonna aegyo his ass off. which doesn't work lol. might as well use him as a meat shield atp. (3/10 partner, good meat shield /j)

yushi

also a 50/50. very very very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to solving clues and mysteries. but when it comes to progressing forward and interacting with the scare actors he's not in his element. asks "who's there" as if anyone would answer. also in denial half of the time, "oh it's not that sc- AHJH SHHHH-" runs around and clings to something, probably your arm. (7/10 partner, just the two of us, we can make it if we try! )

hendery

i asked to survive not a distraction for my fears and worries. why is bro singing???? we're supposed to be working and solving the puzzles, no more distractions pls!! he's going to terrorize you just because it's funny, but i'm in a haunted house NOT A COMEDY CLUB. when it comes to solving clues he cooks dogshit!! nobody let him back into a haunted house thanks! (0/10 partner, i need the scare actor to mercy kill me atp)

chenle

why. you know better than to pick him. 100% will scream as loud as he can and sacrifice you in -119 seconds. laughing mess. he's like sakuya and will leave you to fend for yourself. he dngaf. will also terrorize you because it's "funny". unless it's a competition he will not help you at all and pretends like he's helping but he's not doing anything except goofing around. try again. (-143/100 partner, except he doesn't love you like in the skz song)

johnny

you make it out of there purely off of johnny’s dumbass luck. i’m serious. as soon as he’s jump-scared he puts his hands up and turns around like “helll naahhhh” and then he starts scolding the scare actor like he’s their dad ???? or something ?? why the fuck did this turn into a big ass therapy session about how the scare actor could turn their life around and use their talents for something more rewarding in life? (9/10 partner, you only make it out of there because the scare actor tearfully tells you the answers to all the clues and promises johnny he’ll work on bettering himself.)

kun

if you thought his leader mode self would activate you are wrong. completely wrong. first of all he TRIES to act calm and mature, but fails miserably. also he forces you to do everything, go first, because bro is ACTUALLY A COWARD ISTG. at least he's pretty decent at solving problems, but when he gets jump-scared he's too terrified to function, like if was by himself he would get himself killed. (-4/10 partner, i asked for a good partner not a manchild)

yuta

going with the other non-chalant king is also a fairly good choice! except he's even more unbothered and unfazed than jaehyun, you're wondering if you should be more scared of him than the actors. feel bad for the actors though like they get a kick out of scaring people and he's just like "heh. that's funny" not very helpful with puzzles though so you might have to do that yourself! (8/10 partner, you'll probably survive, but you'll do most of the work unfortunately.)

renjun

i think the only other person you could pick that's worse than him on this list is taeyong. CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO YOUR ARM. savagely trying to crack jokes but is scared out of his wits for sure. he's okay with solving clues, renjun is smart, just don't pressure or tease him or he might actually snap. honestly just don't pick renjun to be your partner. (-127/10 partner, why are we still here? just to suffer?)

taeyong

you are 100 percent getting killed today !! congratulations !! or maybe you wanted that? poor bubu was not cut out for this line of work okay. he screams the loudest screams you've ever heard, does not function normally after the first scare. you could've picked anyone else and maybe you would've had a 99.99% chance of dying instead of 100. (-553/10 partner, PICK BETTER PLEASE. i'm so fucking mad /hj)

ten

he's a runner he's a track star !! he's literally a cat. what else did you expect? him to not be a scaredy cat? when u call him out for being unhelpful or too scared he'll gaslight tf out of you. he'll also deflect and start saying everything you're doing wrong as if you aren't the ONLY PERSON DOING ANYTHING AT ALL?? “stop pushing me” EXCUSE ME? YOU PUSHED ME? makes me so mad, but at least he sometimes is helpful i guess. (-40/10 partner, you should know better than to pick him.)

sion

better than kun maybe on par with winwin i'd say. his leader mode is definitely more active here, also tries to play up and be brave, gets scared very easily but it's okay. he reacts quickly and that's honestly all that matters in a haunted house bc if you can get out of that inital shock and think logically about the situation you can survive about anything. very good with puzzles i don't think he's a bad option! (8/10 partner, jaehyun maybe enlisting in a couple of days but at least we have sion)

jeno

might be the one of the best options out of all of these clowns. but again nct is a circus and they are so unpredictable. i would feel safe with jeno though. he's suspiciously quiet, and not very reactive when it comes to the scares. very smart too like he solves the puzzles in seconds too. take jeno with you and you are LIVING TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! (12/10 partner, very satisfied would recommend. )

xiaojun

you picking xiaojun is like whoever tf seulgi is singing to that knows 28 reasons to run away but chooses to depend on her anyways. LIKE CMON. xiaojun definitely scares himself. also he's really loud in general like you need something to shut him up with. bad at puzzles, okay with scares, idk if you're gonna survive broski. (2/10 partner, maybe xiaojun has dumb luck and you'll survive, who knows.)

ryo

way more mature than sakuya, i'm convinced you will actually survive! this little maltese is very brave and will definitely go first if you're too scared. also willing to throw hands but let's talk about that later you will make it out of there in decent time, and not struggle that much. may get a little bit scared, but he regains his courage very easily! (10/10 partner, guys i love ryo a lot. he's literally my child.)

jaemin

yes jaemin is a good pick, he’s not that phased by scare actors and will even try to talk to some of them about their day. spreads positivity but will probably mock you for being too scared if you get scared by the jump-scares. if you can deal with that you should be fine. he’s not as good as jeno is with the puzzles but can hold his own weight fairly well. “can we go again?” absolutely not. (8/10 partner, would’ve been higher but for that last comment he’s getting marked down a couple of points.)

jungwoo

just because this man isn’t vocal when he’s scared does not mean he isn’t shitting himself right now. instead of screaming, he opts to stumble and fall instead. any little noise will make him jump, even if it’s caused by himself. closes his eyes because “i can’t get scared if i can’t see them!” he was incorrect. jungwoo can in fact get scared if he can’t see them. (0/10 partner, no negatives for jungwoo but you probably won’t survive.)

mark

best option in my opinion. the only leader who calms down the fastest and reacts the best. i mean he deals with haechan and chenle on a daily basis so he has some practice. all his years of testing his patience has prepared him for this moment. deep inside he’s paranoid as hell, but that really doesn’t distract him from getting you two out of there as quickly as he can. extremely motivated and works hard to solve the puzzles. (17/10 partner, much better than his egg making abilities!)

jaehee

he thought it was going to be fun. it was not. “this was NOT a good idea. oh MY GOd-“ pointing to every little thing, “did you see that”. okay but his prediction game is kinda on point though. thanks to his paranoia he manages to predict all the jumpscares. so eventually you two come up with a plan to scare the actors themselves which actually works surprisingly, and lessens your worries about the whole thing. maybe it was fun after all. (8/10 partner, you got banned from coming back though)

yangyang

now most of y’all might think that yy will whine and scream and cry in a haunted house. and, you’re not wrong! but in terms of the pussy-ness scale against the rest of these clowns, yangyang is actually pretty good at this. he’ll flinch, react, scream, and run away, but he takes the lead. willingly to go first, even if he himself is shaking in his thousand dollar shoes the entire time. good at puzzles too! (7/10 partner, so good so bad like whatever zb1 said!)

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[jirsungs]

ep 28: no girls allowed at rockway rehearsals!

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As against your will, you pull up to Ningning's apartment, letting out a begrudging sigh as you wait for her in your car. You send her a quick “i'm outside” text before turning up the volume of the current song on Aux. Creep by Radiohead, Jisung sent you the Spotify link a couple of days ago, telling you to think of him whenever it comes on. 

As corny and somewhat cute as it is, you do think of him when you hear the song's melody, and you can't stop the blushing smile that forms on your face when it does. You sing along to the music, occupying yourself as you wait for Ningning.

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

You're so fuckin' special

Not even five minutes later, your eyes catch your best friend running down the stairs of her apartment complex. You assume she rushed out because of her hurried appearance; her hair was still left unbrushed, and her right Doc Martens shoe was untied, making her almost trip down the stairs. You stifle a laugh. 

But when she enters your car, you notice her makeup is still fresh, and her eyeliner is precise and properly taken care of. 

Your smug smirk has Ningning breaking the silence first. “What?”

Her pretending to be clueless makes you smile, "Oh, nothing, nothing. You just look… very pretty today.”

Ningning squints her eyes at you, already knowing that a tease from you is on its way, so she starts it for you.

“I wanted to look presentable!”

This, you laugh at. “The Rockway guys have seen you worse, well, except him.”

You send her another smirk, to which she whines at your attempt to tease her about her little crush. Feeling a bit of sympathy for your best friend, you start the car and begin to drive off.

The scream of “Y/N!” from Mark and Haechan is the first thing to welcome you and Ningning when you both enter the old garage or, to be specific, Mark's parents’ garage. The said band members are the only ones there at the moment, and they immediately run up to give hugs. 

Haechan engulfs you first; he lifts you off the ground, causing you to smack his shoulder to put you down. When he does, Mark takes his turn hugging you, and you glimpse at Ningning and Haechan doing their designed handshake.

Soon after, the rest of the Rockway guys walk in with water bottles and snacks in their hands, provided by Mark's mother. But once Jisung takes notice of you, he messily drops the snacks he was holding into Chenle's arms. Before the poor guy can react, Jisung's already pushing through to quickly get to you. 

“Baby!”

While Jisung runs up to you, the band pays no mind to it as Chenle and Jeno set the snacks down on the table in the corner, and Haechan takes a bite of the assorted crackers as Mark double-checks the sound of his guitar.

A smile is plastered on your face at the sight of your boyfriend. “Hi, Ji–” 

His sudden embrace cuts you off, and instead of saying anything about it, you just let it happen. You love his hugs; he's the epitome of warmth and comfort, plus, he always smells nice.

Your hug sadly doesn't last long before Ningning cuts in, “Gee, hello to you too, Jisung.”

But you don't take her petty commentary to heart, especially since you're used to it. Jisung rests his arm around your neck before he apologizes and greets with a “What's up, Ning,” to which she replies cheekily at the acknowledgment. 

When Ningning walks over to Jeno and Mark and is out of earshot from the two of you, Jisung leans his head down to whisper, “Is it just me or does she look more put together than usual?”

You smack his chest gently at this: “Park Jisung, you’re so mean,” but your boyfriend isn’t affected because, from the raise of his brows, he’s not convinced, so you continue. “She texted me if I was free to hang out, but I told her you already invited me, so… She joined along because of you-know-who.”

Jisung’s mouth forms an O: “Ohhh, that explains it.”

You chuckle and lift your hand to gesture for his black glasses that are resting on the bridge of his nose. Upon seeing his approval, you happily remove them from his face, put them on yours, and look up at him with an excited smile. He looks at you like you’re the only girl in his world. You love it when he looks at you like that, despite it making you weak in the knees every single time. 

“Don’t look at me like that, you weirdo.” You smack his chest again, but just like before, he pays no mind to you trying to hide your flustered state. If anything, he’d like to see more of it, which explains why he gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“You look pretty in my glasses.” 

To Jisung’s happiness and your dismay, he was able to see more of it. But, as always, you can’t stay mad at him. 

Plus, thanks to his nod toward Ningning, you don’t miss the awkward tension between her and Jeno after being left alone by Mark, who quickly gets the hint. From your observation, Jeno either complimented or embarrassed her with the way her face grew pink. But your small worry about it possibly not being the first reason disappears once you see Jeno make her laugh. 

“Something tells me that this rehearsal will end up being a love fest,” Haechan says disgustedly, which Chenle laughs at. From the corner of the garage, they eye their two band members, who are in different stages of love. Jisung is deep into his super-whipped-and-would-do-anything-for-his-girlfriend, while Jeno has just entered his awkward-like-high-schoolers-in-love stage. 

Luckily, Mark notices the attention shift in the room and brings the band back to focus. “Alright guys, let’s start this up!”

Surprisingly, Rockway’s able to rehearse for three hours with no distractions; it’s only surprising because Jisung and Jeno aren’t going completely heart-eyes for the girls and are focused on their task at hand. 

The gig they were practicing for was said to be a big one. You remember Jisung gushing about how excited he was once he found out that a music producer reached out to Mark and talked about potentially signing them if they could surprise them again.

After those three hours, Jisung and Jeno found themselves starting to get handsy, which was unfortunate for the rest of the Rockway bandmates. They’re positively sure that it wasn’t intentional by the two guys, but once Mark called for a ten-minute break, everything went south. Ningning, who was highly encouraged by you to walk over to Jeno, became a stuttering mess around him, leading them both to become awkward again, while Jisung pulled you onto his lap, messing around with his drums.

Mark walks over to Haechan and Chenle, who are back in the corner. “Okay, new rule: no girls allowed at Rockway rehearsals.” He sighs exasperatedly, his two fingers on the bridge of his nose, as he tries to calm himself down. “As much as I love them, Jeno is embarrassing to watch, and Jisung is… also embarrassing.”

Haechan snickers and takes a sip of his water, and Chenle pats the stressed Mark on the back. “Oh, come on, man. Rehearsal’s been going great. We already lost Jisung to Loverboy Land, but—” He motions for the two guys to look over at Jeno, who was sending them a desperate eye signal of help: “We can help Jeno.”

“You know, it’s kind of funny seeing Ning get all quiet around a guy she likes when she’s literally the scariest woman we know,” Mark adds.

Mark and Chenle jog over to the awkward pair and Haechan stays behind, telling them he’ll catch up after he’s finished drinking his water. When he’s done, he grumbles, “I knew this was gonna happen,” and rushes to the rest of the group.

When you call Ningning over and she’s left occupied, Haechan, Mark, and Chenle take their opportunity to snag Jeno away with the remainder of the ten-minute break to stop this awkward madness from continuing. 

Mark’s the first one to start it with a smack on Jeno’s arm: “Dude, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were good with girls!”

Jeno winces in pain while Chenle inputs, “Where’s your supposed Jeno charm, or whatever you call it? You look like an idiot out there!”

Anticipating another scold, Jeno looks at Haechan, who raises his hands in defense. “I dunno, man, I just followed them.” He puts his hands down and continues, “But since you’re already waiting for advice, Ning’s already opened up to you; stop acting scared and let her in.”

Jeno sighs, already familiar with the advice given: “Guys, I’ve been trying! I thought we made progress when I made her laugh earlier, but I doubt she found it that funny…”

"Oh, puh-lease, did you not hear her? She was still giggling over it when we started rehearsal.” Chenle says.

Haechan butts in, pouting, “Jeno gets funnier and attracts women... Oh, Lord, how sad has my life become?”

The said man rolls his eyes, and Mark takes this time to advise more: “Jeno, you like her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable if she doesn’t feel the same way.”

Once hearing Jeno’s idiotic response, the boys reply with Haechan’s “Oh my God!” while Mark and Chenle face-palm. How could someone be so oblivious?

The commotion sparks Jisung’s interest, leading him to excuse himself from you and Ningning and join his friends. He adds himself to the small huddle between Haechan and Chenle. 

“Hi, guys. What’re you talking about?”

Startled by the younger one, Haechan puts his hand on his chest and says, “Geez, Sungie!” 

But Jisung only giggles, “My bad. But if we’re lecturing Jeno on how horrible he’s doing with Ning, please fill me in.” He ends with a cheeky smile. 

Sensing Jeno’s annoyed whine at the mention of his current dilemma, Mark beats him to it. “You know what?” he eyes Jeno and Jisung. “Band meeting after the girls leave.”

From Mark’s stern attitude, the rest of the band rehearsal was a little bit rocky. No one dared to cross a line with him, keeping their mouths shut unless Mark asked for input on any potential improvements.

After the guys said goodbye to you and Ningning and Jisung gave you his regular goodbye kiss and “text me when you get home,”  you left, leaving the Rockway guys alone. With Mark. And he was scaringly over the edge. 

After calling the end of rehearsal, Mark huddles the band together. Before he speaks, he puts his hands together, almost in prayer, and exhales, “From now on, NO GIRLS ALLOWED AT ROCKWAY REHEARSALS!”

To this, Jisung pouts, “Can Y/N be an exception though?”

But all Jisung gets is a combined “no!” from the band. 

The younger whines in response, “Then, is Ning included in that?”

His whine leads everyone to turn to Jeno, whose face has turned a bright shade of pink. “She's… different and doesn't count.”

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asking them to buy you pads :( - nct dream

a/n: period season has unfortunately come for me (is it really unfortunate or does that just mean I’m not pregnant 😁 lmao probably not even possible bc I have no bf nor many male friends). Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! I am going to try to do some more writing formats instead of texts but let me know which of you two you guys like best. Thank you and remember that requests are always open :D

mark

To me he seems like a very caring boyfriend. This scenario doesn’t take place very often because he keeps you stocked up all the time if you forget. For the sake of this post, let’s say that you’re at home and he’s on tour. You’re stuck at home, crying to him on the phone about how you forgot to stock up on pads. He’s being the most sympathetic person ever and comforting you while ordering you pads to be delivered. He also throws in some groceries and sweets because you probably weren’t up to going shopping. When it arrives, you groan when he tells you to go to the door but immediately your eyes light up as you see the large delivery. “Anything for my girl. So sorry I can’t be there to make it better :(“

renjun

He didn’t even need to be asked to get more. He either has more or he noticed and went to the store before coming home. So, you get your period that evening and when he’s on the drive home, you call him crying like never before and he’s worried. You tell him your situation and how silly you feel. “I’ll stop by the store. I should be home soon okay? Don’t even worry about it. I’ll also make you something warm to eat and drink for dinner.” He was tired, sure, but you needed him and he loved that.

jeno

jeno is the cutest bf on earth hello???!!! Keeps a period tracker on your phone and one morning, he got the notification that your period should be coming on that day. He trusted it and slipped out of bed, running to the pharmacy and the convenience store to get what he needed for a period care pack. He decided to make one for you ever since you two have been together as a sweet little tradition. You woke up when he was gone and panicked. You called him and cried to him about him leaving, “see you leaving me forever?? I miss you Jen, please come back to me I’ll do anything!” He laughs, “silly girl, I’m just getting your care pack. Your period should be here today.” He comes back home asap and comforts you all day.

haechan

This guy is so silly that he tells you no!! what a silly guy hahaha *my eye is twitching as I type this* You ask him to pick up some pads for you and his way home from schedule and he’s like “nah I don’t wanna. You go do it.” You immediately start to fight back and tell him in a serious tone, “unless you want me to trail blood all over our apartment and then faint in the way to the store, please go get me some pads.” BLOOD? Haechan immediately reconsiders and asks to stop at the store when being driven home.

jaemin

Such a gentleman! Jaemin will never ever say no to you when it comes to asking him to buy you personal care items. He makes sure you get the best quality brand and that you have everything else you might need. Want a ice cream that only is made at a creamery 20 miles away? Done. Want noodles from your favorite spot in the next town over? Don’t even have to ask. He makes sure you’re comfortable the whole time and even tells the kitties to be gentle with their mommy.

chenle

Doesn’t want to show it but he’s so nervous. He might try to tell you no by saying something along the lines of, “you’re so irresponsible why did you not buy more if you knew it was coming soon? plus, this isn’t manly at all.” you threw the hardest pillow you own at his head and start to sob so he takes his ass to the store. he starts to feel bad so he grabs what you need and picks up your comfort take out on the way home. don’t worry, he’ll even cuddle you and feed you if you so wish when he arrives home.

jisung

He’s so nervous. The only reason he goes is because he knows you absolutely need them and he doesn’t wanna get in your bad side when your hormones are all out of wack. When he realizes he forgot to ask you for a picture of the box you need and then you don’t answer calls or texts, he panics. He’s hesitates but ends up asking a store clerk what to get :( he’s so embarrassed but the clerk, noticing how shy he was, commended him for his bravery and helped him select the pads. he buys them plus some candy :)

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nct dream and risky places they would make out with idol!reader

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warnings: kissing, cursing, "risky" situations.

genre: stable relationship, a little smutty, gn!reader.

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♡Mark:

•Studio it's way more comfortable in Mark's opinion, no more than his room, but for the moment was the best place;

•Whether you are from the same company or just visiting to record content with other idols makes no difference;

•You know recording studios very well, you'd be dragged into one and you'd make out for a few minutes;

•Never overdoing the timing, otherwise it would take it to another level, and he wouldn't want to risk that much.

•"I'd rather run away to be with you and get scolded than get caught"

♡Renjun:

•This man is not a big fan of feeling the danger of being caught, and fear of exposing you;

•BUT, when he can't hold back the urge to hold you in his arms there's nothing stopping him;

•Not even an audience of thousands of fans at his concerts will stop him from taking you out of the seats where you hide behind mask and cap;

•Makeout sessions before his entrance as an incentive, which drives his makeup artist crazy when he saw the mess you made;

•Smiling and being seductive the whole show remembering this, fans found themselves like this 🤨 the whole time;

•"When I'm on stage, remember this man is all yours."

♡Jeno:

•Big music awards demand a lot of production of course, an outfit that no one would normally wear, you knew about it for a long time;

•However, oh boy when your group's concept threw itself into the sexy, did he lose his mind at the sight of you;

•Luckily or not, their tables were always close enough for him to see your reactions to the spice messages he sent;

•It took a lot of persistence for him to manage to get you into an out-of-the-way bathroom stall during commercials;

•It wasn't a lot of time, but enough to calm the big boy in the suit's hormones;

•"It's not me you should complain to, it's your stylist."

♡Haechan:

•Poor stairs of the Music Bank recording building had to receive your groups on the same days one week or another;

•You bet twitter would be full of clips of you guys flirting while sharing the screen during interviews;

•Running away as soon as the camera stopped recording, feeling the animation run wild;

•The possibility of getting caught plus the attraction they felt for each other always made everything crazy;

•"Just the thought of being seen kissing a hottie like you makes it all worth it."

♡Jaemin:

•Festivals, especially those with water performances;

•There was no hair or makeup to mess up plus there was too much information going on to pay attention to the couple hiding in a bathroom or an enclosed corner;

•Plus, he's confident it's just a matter of throwing a towel over the two of them to hide in emergencies;

•No wonder it's the way he goes crazy with your dripping hair and smudged eyeliner, understand his side!

•At the end of the day, he just wanted to have fun since they couldn't have all that in public with normal couples;

•"You can't deny it gets a lot more refreshing."

♡Chenle:

•Ok, but he REALLY prefers privacy, just for the record;

•However, a man's heart is not frozen, how could he deny caresses to his attention-needing partner?

•Demands a lot of demand, but ends up choosing a conference room at the end of a corridor on the top floor;

•Deep down he likes to have meetings about his future activities in the same place where you two made out for hours (oh he makes the executive type of man);

•It's little secrets he keeps to himself with a small sly smile;

•"Likes to see me in the boss chair, huh?"

♡Jisung:

•He is not as expositional as Jaemin and Haechan, but he has his moments of adventure on stage;

•Literally on stage, as early arrivals for sound checks were excuses to meet with each other;

•It was inevitable that they would exchange a few kisses here and there on the stage where in a few hours one of the two would perform;

•On his turn, he was always lost between kissing you or showing the part of the choreography that he had some concern about;

•"I think I'm a lot more confident now."

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How religious/Christian is skz?

Chan

Chan is definitely religious. I think there’s certain aspects of his religion that he doesn’t agree with (which from what I’ve read before I believe is catholic?) and some things about the church he’s disappointed in, but he generally has a lot of faith in his religion and maybe has a specific religious leader in his life he has a lot of trust in. He’s also had a lot of prayers he’s had answered that he personally believes cannot be coincidence.

Minho

Definitely is not religious but we been knew. He doesn’t like the church, doesn’t like that it’s built off of, and doesn’t align with any of its beliefs. Probably has a lot of really bad past experiences with them he’ll never be able to get over. Like religious trauma.

Changbin

Changbin is and so are a lot of his close friends/family and past partners. He definitely thinks that a lot happens in the church that can be…Bad, but he’s seen the bad and he’s seen the good and he knows there’s a bright side to it that he loves. Though he has a very turbulent relationship with religion. Definitely thinks a lot of peoples views are too harsh though. On both sides of the fence.

Hyunjin

Yes. He’s religious and he’s open and honest about the fact that he is. It’s not something he tries to hide or keep to himself. I think he’s a practicing believer of a certain religion (Pretty sure I’ve seen he’s catholic) but also has a more…Spiritual side along with that? I don’t see him being TOO spiritual, but he’s not closed off to it. He feels free to explore whatever he wants to explore. He also likes learning about and observing religions outside of his own without judging them. He also doesn’t feel the need to push his religion onto people.

Jisung

Han is religious. He has a lot of hope, trust, and faith in his religion and he’s very inspired by it as well. He’s probably been born and raised in the same religion all his life. But through it he’s met people, broadened his horizons, and just expanded a lot in a lot of aspects.

Felix

Obviously, Mr. Bible scandal himself is religious. According to what I’ve seen and the cards themselves. However he doesn’t discredit science and logic. I think he’s been referring more back to his religious roots lately, though he’s always been practicing and religious. It also helps him explore more about himself and he likes the emphasis on love and kindness within his religion (Which, correct me if I’m wrong, I’ve read may be catholic too?)

Seungmin

He is. I think he’s not very devout or all-in practicing, but he has his beliefs and he’s stuck with them for a long time. Another who was probably raised religious, and finds happiness in the community surrounding his religion and the people he meets through it.

Jeongin

Yes, of course, Mr. Wanted to be a priest is religious. But I think there’s an imbalance between his work and his religion. (Maybe the aspect of being an “idol” kind of rubs him the wrong way. Plus the things he does for work may not align with how he is expected to act or be in his religion. And his work distracts him from actually practicing said religion.) he’s definitely memorized the Bible. He thinks of it a lot and references it in his life. He’s very disciplined in his religion and determined to follow it, though he’s used to “overly rely on it” in the past and had little faith in himself as an individual.

Would they date /marry someone who's not?

Chan: No. he wouldn’t want them affecting his own faith and beliefs.

Minho: Yes. He himself isn’t. So.

Changbin: No. He’d probably feel ashamed to bring someone who isn’t to his family and afraid of what they’d think or say. Also just differences in values and beliefs he doesn’t believe they’d get passed.

Hyunjin: No? Back to the recent breakup thing the person he was just with was probably not religious and he’s like “Well look how that turned out.” He’s probably tried it a lot and it was a disaster every time.

Jisung: no. Again, that shame is there

Felix: Yes. If he loved them he’d love them, and he’d love them unconditionally.

Seungmin: Yes. He’s confident if he truly loved them they’d be able to work through any issues that would arise because of conflicting beliefs.

Jeongin: Yes. As long as they’re happy together. Though he wouldn’t marry someone who wasn’t.

Would they want them to convert or would they convert themselves?

Chan

Honestly, probably wouldn’t get himself into this situation. But if he was, he’d try to work at it. He’d see if they like his religion if they’re interested but I don’t think he’d force or pressure them to convert. He wouldn’t convert for a partner though.

Minho

If Minho was with someone religious he’d expect them to…Stop? Being religious for him? He has this “They’d wake up and smell the roses” type of mentality. He wouldn’t join a religion for anybody though.

Changbin

He wouldn’t expect a partner to convert for him. I think…He’d probably convert for someone though. If he’s that infatuated.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin would never. EVER. Convert for someone. When I tell you I felt…Judged pulling this card. I felt judged. Like those “bitch you better be joking” vibes. Hyunjin gave a no for the if he’d ever expect his partner to convert but he gave very much “I’d never even put myself into that situation” energy.

Jisung

Han would convert for someone as long as their religion matched with his ideals. He’d also think it over. He’d also expect his partner to convert for him. Like “Oh, if they loved me enough they’d do it.” Type energy. If he was with someone not of his religion he’d have that mentality of “Well one of us has to convert.”

Felix

Felix would never expect someone to convert for him. Because he knows what it’s like to strongly believe in something and would think it’s unfair to expect someone to go against their beliefs for him. Honestly? I think he’d convert in name if quite literally forced to but still would keep his own beliefs.

Seungmin

He wouldn’t convert for someone. Even being asked this is pissing him off. Like I’m getting very pissed energy here. He’d also never expect someone to convert for him.

Jeongin

No and No. But also yes and yes. I think if asked and young, stupid, and whipped he’d just impulsively be like “Yeah sure why not” next thing he knows he’s signed on to Islam or something and he’s just kind of like “Oh. How’d we get here?” And he’d definitely subconsciously wish for his partner to one day find interest in being part of his religion. But generally he’d never consciously do either.

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

So Patient

WC: 3.6k

Rating: 18+

Dom!Jisung plans a special scene for sub!Hyunjin, surprising him with another member.

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Jisung eyes the hook on the ceiling of the extra room of their new apartment. They agreed that it wouldn’t be a gym, but Minho did want to hang a punching bag now that he’s getting back into boxing regularly. Jisung doesn’t mind. In fact, the fact that Minho installed the hook before even ordering the bag is giving him a great idea. And luckily his favorite hyung is reliable enough that he knows the hook was installed well and able to hold a fair amount of weight.

Lately the members have had more individual schedules, which can be a bummer, but is definitely working out in Jisung’s favor this week. He sets everything up and just waits for Hyunjin to arrive. He’s nearly vibrating with anticipation when there’s a knock at the door. It’s just for politeness’s sake, of course, and it gives him the moment he needs to school his features before Hyunjin walks through the door. 

Hyunjin walks past Jisung, eyes down, entering his room before he begins stripping. In no time, he’s fully nude and on his knees beside Jisung’s door, just waiting for instruction. 

“Good boy.” Jisung follows him in, grabbing the items from his desk before stepping behind Hyunjin’s kneeling form. “Are you plugged?”

“Yes, sir.” Hyunjin already sounds a bit breathy. They don’t always play this way, but when they do, he’s turned on before his knees hit the ground. 

Jisung smirks at the sharp intake of breath as he secures the collar around Hyunjin’s neck. Today is going to be fun. As he comes around to the front of the other man, he turns the collar and lets the attached chain drop some, ensuring Hyunjin feels the weight of it. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, but he keeps them downcast and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s used to the collar, but it’s rare that his dom uses a leash.

Jisung doesn’t give any warning before he’s walking away, forcing Hyunjin to scramble after him for fear of getting dragged. Once they’re outside the door of Minsung’s extra room, he’s instructed to stand. 

“Keep your eyes on me or the floor.” Jisung’s gaze is hard. “Any sounds will result in a punishment. Understood?”

“Yes sir. I’ll be quiet.”

Typically Hyunjin’s pretty good at following directions, so he’s not particularly concerned about the prospect of punishment. Plus, he loves when he’s allowed to look at Jisung early on. The gasp when they enter the room does tempt him, though. It clearly did not come from Jisung. He immediately turns his eyes downward again for fear of letting curiosity get the best of him. He knows for a fact that Minho is not here right now, but who else could it be? He and Jisung have never played with anyone else like this. 

Jisung smiles. He knew Hyunjin would be good, but he kind of hoped that he’d slip up. Jisung takes a few steps closer to the table he’d placed under the hook, giving the leash a little slack so that Hyunjin won’t move with him. He reaches out and rattles the chain hanging from the ceiling. His smile widens at Hyunjin’s reaction. It’s small. A little flinch before standing even straighter. He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing Hyunjin to stumble towards him. 

“Be a good boy and hold this while I check something.” He hands Hyunjin the leash and circles the table. The man on top of it squirms a bit under his stare. Jisung trails his fingers over a taut stomach before he steps around to take in his backside. Tiny and adorable. He gives it a decent slap, eyes on Hyunjin as he flinches at the sound again. One more slap and he gives it a squeeze before reaching to pull the plug out of him. Seungmin sighs again, more heavily this time. The plug had been vibrating for quite a while. 

The remote is just behind him on the table. Jisung could’ve turned it off before pulling it out, but he wants Hyunjin to hear it. He finishes his slow lap around the table, placing him in front of Hyunjin again. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he’s already hard and ready. Jisung wraps his hand around his chin and tips his head up so he can look him in the eye. He was sure Hyunjin would break and take a peek, but he’s pleasantly surprised. 

He rewards him with a kiss. He knows it’s hard for Hyunjin in this moment, feels the way he brings his hands up to his chest, aching to touch Jisung. When Jisung pulls back, he decides it’s time. He pulls Hyunjin by the leash again and sits him at the head of the table before detaching it from the collar and tossing it to the side. With his eyes downturned again, Hyunjin sees a pad of paper and a pencil in front of him. 

“You have three minutes.” Jisung fists his hand in Hyunjin’s hair this time, his grip just this side of painful, pulling his head up with a sharp jerk. “Draw him.”

Hyunjin takes in Seungmin before him, kneeling on the table, his arms suspended above his head, wrists locked together connected to a chain hanging down from Minho’s hook. Not a stitch of clothing on him. His cock is hard and Hyunjin can see the tip is glistening with precum. He gapes for just a second before picking up the pencil and beginning his sketch.

If given more time, Hyunjin would relish this opportunity. He’d take his time with the sketch, until he feels like he’s captured every detail perfectly. Then he would paint, because such beauty deserved to be captured as vividly as possible. But he only has three minutes. 

Jisung tries to focus on his watch instead of Hyunjin, but it’s hard. His lips pursed in concentration, his eyes focused, Hyunjin is exceptionally beautiful this way. Too soon the three minutes is over, and Jisung almost regrets setting such a short time limit. Almost. Hyunjin’s drawing is rough but lovely. Rather than telling him that his time is up, Jisung decides to yank on the collar again. Hyunjin nearly falls on the ground, but recovers quickly. Their eyes meet before nerves set in and Hyunjin looks down again. Jisung said he could look at him, but maybe he’s worried that he’ll somehow break a rule if he keeps his eyes up. Hyunjin is really a great sub. 

Jisung pulls him around to the other end of the table. “Up.”

Hyunjin crawls onto the table. He’s dying to look up and see the rest of Seungmin, but he doesn’t dare raise his eyes. He does not want to miss out on anything Jisung planned. 

Sensing his thoughts, Jisung offers a boon. “You can look at him now.”

Hyunjin’s gaze is hungry as he takes in those broad shoulders, that tiny waist. Stays love to talk about Jisung’s waist, but Seungmin’s is just as small. Just as biteable. Hyunjin’s eyes drift lower and he bites his lip. 

Before he can even form a coherent thought about Seungmin’s ass, Jisung’s hand is in his hair again. He shoves Hyunjin’s head down at the same time that he grabs Seungmin’s hip and pulls him back a bit, causing his back to arch. “Lick, Jinnie.”

Immediately, Hyunjin’s hands are on Seungmin’s cheeks, spreading him so that he can eat him out with abandon. 

When Jisung positioned Seungmin this way, he walked him through what he had planned. He also told him to react naturally, no sound restrictions like Hyunjin would have. The practiced tongue darting in and out, and exploring as much as it can reach, draws a groan from Seungmin’s lips. He’s been waiting for longer than he would’ve liked, and the anticipation had been killing him. He arches his back even more, pushing back onto Hyunjin’s tongue. 

Jisung is greatly enjoying the sight in front of him, but he’s getting a little impatient. He decides it won’t hurt to undress himself. He sets the key to Seungmin’s cuffs on the table before stripping. He palms himself, as he watches for just another few seconds before he grabs Hyunjin by the hair for a third time. He really loves the silky feel of it. He pulls Hyunjin back, tilting his head so that he looks up at him again. 

“Unlock Minnie’s hands and make sure his wrists are alright.”

“Yes sir.” Hyunjin grabs the key and scrambles around the table to get in front of Seungmin. He takes in the blush across his cheeks and preens just a little, knowing that he was the cause of it. Once he’s unlocked them, Hyunjin takes Seungmin’s wrists into his hands, rubbing at the slight red marks around them one at a time. They look just fine, but he knew they would. Jisung wouldn’t have left him like that if he thought there was a chance that he’d be too uncomfortable or end up losing circulation or something. “His wrists are good, sir.” 

Jisung smiles at the way Hyunjin unconsciously sinks back into his standard kneeling position and tears his eyes away from Seungmin to stare at his own hands. “Turn around, Jinnie. Ass up.”

A smile breaks across Hyunjin’s face as he follows the order. Seungmin looks to Jisung, his hands itching to reach forward and touch Hyunjin. 

“Minnie, remove his plug and make sure he’s stretched enough to take you.” 

Seungmin moves before he even finishes, just as eager as Hyunjin. As soon as the plug is out, one hand is on Hyunjin’s hip while he puts two fingers into his stretched hole. He pumps them a few times then adds a third. He presses against Hyunjin’s prostate and is just a little disappointed when a gasp is all he gets out of him. 

Jisung, on the other hand, is impressed. Hyunjin is really serious about the ‘no sounds’ order. While Seungmin plays with Hyunjin, Jisung grabs the lube and climbs up behind Seungmin, checking to ensure that he’s ready as well. 

“Okay, Minnie, you can stop.” Jisung can almost hear Hyunjin’s whimper. He squirts some lube into his hand and reaches around to stroke Seungmin’s length a couple times. The resulting moan brings a smile to his lips. He brings himself right up to Seungmin’s ear to whisper before addressing Hyunjin. “Fill him up for me. Jinnie, you can make whatever sounds you need to now, baby.”

Seungmin takes himself in hand and lines up with Hyunjin’s entrance. He does whimper this time, so ready for what’s to come. Seungmin enters him slowly, both hands gripping his hips now. Hyunjin’s breaths come harder; he still tries to hold back, but a drawn out moan escapes once Seungmin bottoms out. 

“Fuck.” Seungmin breathes before looking over his shoulder at Jisung. “Can I talk to him?”

Jisung considers for a moment. He pushes down between Seungmin’s shoulders, encouraging him to rest against Hyunjin’s back. “Go ahead.”

Seungmin trails kisses along Hyunjin’s shoulders before whispering. “What a good boy. Staying quiet even though I know you want to scream with my cock inside you. You’ve been so patient, so good, all night. I can’t –”

He cuts himself off with another groan as Jisung presses inside of him roughly. Jisung sinks in to the hilt, relishing the tight squeeze. Seungmin’s length twitches in response as he subsequently thrusts a bit more into Hyunjin, drawing a moan from the latter. 

Patient as he’s been, Hyunjin’s reaching his limit now, starting to push back to get some friction, backing Seungmin against Jisung in turn. Unable to access Hyunjin, Jisung lands a harsh slap to Seungmin’s right cheek. The resounding sound, doing nothing to deter him, if anything Hyunjin’s more turned on knowing that Seungmin is the one receiving his punishment. He rocks back again, and Jisung administers another slap to the other side this time. Seungmin lets out a small sigh but does nothing to correct Hyunjin’s behavior. 

Jisung is amused, curious to see how much Seungmin’s willing to take before he reacts, so he keeps quiet. Without any direct consequence aside from the pleasure he seeks, Hyunjin is emboldened. He continues to thrust himself back with increasing vigor, fucking himself on Seungmin’s cock. To his credit, Seungmin’s only apparent reactions are his ever tightening grip on Hyunjin’s hips and his panting breaths. His ass has taken on a pretty pink hue that Jisung can’t help but admire as he continues alternating his spanks every couple strokes. 

After a particularly hard slap, Seungmin can’t take it any more. “Fuck, Jinnie!” He sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder then, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to hurt. 

Hyunjin yips and Jisung laughs before threading his fingers into Seungmin’s hair and yanking backwards. He’s got an edge to his voice, threatening and powerful. “Naughty puppy. You shouldn’t chew on things that aren’t yours.”

Seungmin gasps his apology when Jisung bites the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck. It’s not very hard, but the sting of disappointing Jisung and having to be reprimanded makes it feel much more harsh. 

“I was going to let you come first for being so accommodating to my bad lil Jinnie, but now I don’t know if you deserve to.”

“Please Hannie,” Seungmin is not above begging. “I won’t do it again. Thank you for letting me borrow your toy. Please, let me come.”

Jisung knows that Seungmin actually deserves a reward for withstanding so much stimulation, especially considering he’d been waiting for a reaction like that. But he relishes the power he has over the men beneath him. “What did you just call me?”

Seungmin whines, puppy eyes getting big. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. Please, sir, I’ve tried so hard to be good. Please? You and Jinnie feel so good. I need it.”

While he talks, Hyunjin clenches around him periodically, causing him to stutter out his plea. Jisung shoves him forward to hide his smile. “You did put up with Jinnie’s misbehavior, so you can come when you’re ready.” He lowers his voice an octave. “Hyunjin shouldn’t come until I do.”

Hyunjin knows better than to argue, so he simply pouts and lets out a little whine. Jisung moves his hands to Seungmin’s hips and guides him forward. That’s all the encouragement Seungmin needs; he begins pumping into Hyunjin, forcing out soft ‘ahs’ with every stroke. Jisung is content to follow along with him at first, but his need for control soon takes over; he slips an arm between Seungmin and Hyunjin and presses his chest against Seungmin’s back. 

“Flatten out, Hyun.” 

It’s a bit awkward considering their position on the table, Hyunjin’s chest spilling over the edge of it. He keeps one hand on the ledge and reaches the other to the floor in front of him. Jisung knows this won’t last too much longer and the precariousness of his situation will help Hyunjin to focus on staving off his climax. He snaps his hips at a punishing pace, angling so that he hits Seungmin’s prostate with each thrust. 

Seungmin lets loose then, just taking it. His moans are loud and musical. The sound of them spurring Jisung on. Together they climb higher and higher. Hyunjin is barely hanging on by a thread between the friction of his cock now pressed to the table and the rebounding grind of Seungmin behind him. He tries to lift his hips to relieve a little of that pressure, but the new angle has Seungmin grazing his own sweet spot. 

With an emphatic groan, Seungmin finds his release, and Hyunijn sighs at the warm sensation spreading through him. Jisung renews his effort, increasing his pace yet again. He wants Seungmin to ride that wave as long as he can. Jisung soon falls over the edge himself, his movements becoming erratic. After a few moments, they both slump forward on top of Hyunjin, who nearly sobs. 

Not one to leave his job unfinished, Jisung pulls out and sits back on his heels. He guides Seungmin to do the same, and they both take a moment to watch Seungmin’s cum drip from Hyunjin’s stretched rim. 

Jisung tuts. “Can’t have that, can we. Jinnie, back on your knees, but you can keep your head down. Seungmin, clean up your mess.”

Seungmin pulls Hyunjin up by his hips, helping him to settle into position before dragging his tongue up and into Hyunjin’s hole before sucking on his rim, causing Hyunjin to shudder. In the meantime, Jisung uses two fingers to scoop his own dripping cum and press it back into Seungmin. This sets off a short chain reaction - Seungmin groans at the overstimulation, the sensation pulling another moan from Hyunjin. 

Jisung lets out his own sigh of contentment, watching as Seungmin switches from his tongue to his fingers and litters kisses along Hyunjin’s thighs, ass, lower back, anywhere he can reach. He can hear the soft murmurs of “you’re so pretty like this,” “that’s it, baby,” “let me hear how much you like it.” He can tell from the way Hyunjin squirms when Seungmin starts to massage his prostate. Hyunjin’s moans shift into one prolonged groan. Jisung climbs off the table, making his way around it. 

With the barest push on his elbow, Seungmin follows Jisung’s unvoiced order to take Hyunjin’s length in hand. He thumbs the precum on his tip, using it to ease the glide of his strokes before pulling his hand away, to Hyunjin’s dismay. Hyunjin whines and chokes back a sob when Seugnmin withdraws his other hand as well. 

Almost immediately, though, Seungmin’s hands trade places. Suddenly the hand coated in lube and his own cum is wrapped around Hyunjin jerking in time with the thrust of his fingers. Jisung admires the pure pleasure on Hyunjin’s face from his new vantage point at the head of the table. He sinks down to one knee, grabbing Hyunjin’s chin and tilting his head up for a sloppy kiss. Hyunjin’s eyes fly open at the contact, but fall shut again as he basically just pants into Jisung’s mouth. 

Jisung smirks as he brings his mouth up close to Hyunjin’s ear. “Alright, baby, let me hear how pretty you are when you come.”

Though he hadn’t been told he needed to wait for permission, he clearly had been. Nearly as soon as the words leave Jisung’s mouth, Hyunjin comes with a cry and a slew of garbled curses as well as his partners’ names. Jisung catches him as he slumps forward, and together he and Seungmin position Hyunjin so he can lay fully on the table, basking in his afterglow. 

꧁

After giving him a couple minutes to catch his breath, Jisung helps Hyunjin into a sitting position. He carefully removes the collar from around his neck, rubbing gently at the revealed skin. “Time to get cleaned up, baby.” 

They all get to their feet, and Jisung takes Hyunjin’s hand, hesitating before taking Seungmin’s as well. Seungmin doesn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a slight quirk of the right side of his lips. He’d told Jisung that he should just focus on Hyunjin’s aftercare, but that doesn’t mean he was going to listen to him. Besides, the hand holding is symbolic more than anything; he needs to let go to get through the door. He didn’t count on Seungmin then taking Hyunjin’s other hand. It’s cute. 

When they reach the bathroom, Jisung places his hands on Hyunjin’s hips, slowly guiding him into Seungmin. “Hold him for me?”

“Yes, sir,” Seungmin snarks, but he wraps his arms around Hyunjin, hooking his chin over his shoulder. 

Jisung smirks and pats his head. “Good puppy.”

Hyunjin giggles, hands framing Jisung’s face as he brings him in for a kiss. Then Jisung sets about getting things ready for their shower. Towels and clothes acquired, water bottles and snacks ready on his nightstand, and water warm, the three of them slip into the shower. The way they wash up mirrors how they were in the other room; Seungmin is gently sudsing Hyunjin up while Jisung does the same to him. 

They discuss the scene between lingering kisses, touching on their favorite aspects. They agree to play together more often, maybe even play around with the dynamics to see what would work best for them. Seungmin apologizes for the dark fingermarks on Hyunjin’s hips, making sure to press a kiss to each one. He doesn’t miss the heat in Hyunjin’s gaze when he takes the bruises in, though. 

As Jisung dries Hyunjin with the fluffiest towel he owns, the latter wonders aloud, “What are you going to do with my drawing?”

Seungmin’s head whips around to hear the answer as well. Jisung laughs. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I kinda just wanna keep it in my drawer.”

“In that case,” Hyunjin suddenly turning shy despite all they’ve done. “Minnie, would you sit for me again?”

Seungmin doesn’t quite succeed at hiding his smile. Even if he had, the blush painted across his cheeks and pinking up his ears would’ve given him away. “Sure, Jinnie. Whatever you want.”Once they’re all dressed in their comfies, they pile into Jisung’s bed with him in the middle. Hyunjin passes the snacks to the other two while Seungmin presses play on Howl’s Moving Castle. The conversation continues in fits and starts, interspersed with more sweet kisses and shushes to focus on good parts of the movie. By the time the movie ends, they’re just a sleeping pile of intertwined limbs and peaceful smiles.

[slytherinshua]

BOY DAD INTAK

genre. fluff. headcanons. non-idol au but music-related/piwon related stuff is still mentioned!! warnings. pregnancy/parent/baby stuff. sooo messy i'm very sorry abt that. not proofread. pairing. husband!intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. for @blue-jisungs <33 a/n. i wanted to finish this quickly esp with everything going on just so maybe u have smth to distract urself axe ☹️☹️☹️ i love u so much <33 net. @kstrucknet

When he finds out you’re pregnant he’s honestly so shocked

But a good shocked of course

Safe to say it wasn’t entirely planned sjdksjs 

You’re both still very young but even though it was unexpected Intak is ready to be a dad and super excited for it :( 

He’s the best at taking care of you during your pregnancy 

He always was when you were dating but he takes extra steps to make sure all your needs are met

He will always make sure you have whatever food you’re craving 

Plus he’s down to try the weird combinations as well

More often than not they taste terrible to him while you’re chowing down 

But he finds it endearing 

He’ll watch you eat from across the table with his head rested on his fist and a smile on his face

He keeps track of what meds you should be taking and reminds you when you forget

Although his work can keep him busy sometimes, he’d drop everything for you if you needed it 

He will always always make it to your appointments 

Just because he’s not the one growing the baby doesn’t mean he can skip out on any of the steps— it’s his child as well after all

And he makes sure to always answer his phone and check his texts even if you’re updating him about your day he’ll take the time to text you back 

He doesn’t announce that you’re pregnant to the other members until you’re well along in your second trimester 

But it’s met with excitement from everyone 

Probably a look from Keeho and a throwaway “aren’t y’all still young?”

But he’s over the moon excited to be an uncle trust he’s going to be present in the baby’s life

Theo would gift you all the practical things you could need like diapers, monitors, and bottles 

Once the baby arrives Jiung will probably meal prep some food for both of you (which you are forever grateful for) 

Soul finds the most interesting baby toys on the market but despite Intak’s slight judgemental look when he receives them, you think they’re all great

Jongseob is fully composing lullaby and nursery rhymes, except you’re a little unsure of how easy they are to follow once he throws in complicated rap rhythms 

Keeho’s proud of Intak and excited for you— he knows you’ll be the best parents

But as the leader, he’s also more than eager to help out wherever you need it, especially with cleaning or just little things to help you destress when you need it, mainly during postpartum :’)

Intak is extra clingy while you’re pregnant, especially when your bump starts to show

Even if it’s only been a few days since it was visible, he is all over you

You probably receive a million kisses a day, and trust his arms are always wrapped around your waist, feeling your bump with that proud dad smile on his face

Always says his son is gonna have the coolest dad ever, and you can’t even argue with him because you do think Intak is gonna be the coolest dad ever

And when your son arrives, Intak couldn’t be prouder

Definitely cries holding him for the first time, and is probably very emotional the first couple of days

But he is also your biggest support

He’s doing absolutely everything he can to make sure you can rest after delivery; seriously won’t let you lift even a finger

He shows you off even more than before, he just thinks you’re so incredible and amazing for everything you’re capable of, and how good of a mom you are

He’s more in love with you than ever

Each milestone your son reaches is so important to Intak, from his first smile, to his first word (which he’s proud to say was “dada”), to his first steps and first day of school

Intak is one of those dads who is constantly giving all his friends and family updates about your little ones and sharing cute moments of his son with him

He’s so close with his son, and you’re always happy to see them spending time together

Of course, he’s gonna raise his son right!!

From an early age, he’s always talking to his son about doing things for mom; whether it be cleaning the house cause you had a long day, planning a surprise date cause it’s been a while, or buying you flowers because it’s mother’s day

Doesn’t matter if your son can’t even talk yet, Intak will still be talking about every occasion that is important to you

And they plan all the special things together <3

Dressed up in matching suits for your first mother’s day, and your heart melted :(

Intak includes your son in everything, and they just make the best duo, you couldn’t be happier to have them in your life

Date nights with Intak used to be a super regular thing in your early marriage, but it becomes pretty tricky with a kid to manage

You rely on Intak’s friends to babysit a lot, especially Keeho and Theo who are more than happy to compete for best uncle award

You can usually sneak in at least 3 dates per month amidst your busy schedule <3

Intak is the best person ever to comfort his son and also to give the best advice

He’ll always wipe his tears and assure him whenever he stumbles, especially as a toddler/little kid around 2-6

He’s always telling his son how proud he is of him and how he can do anything he ever wants to and be backed by his dad

As your son grows older, Intak gets a bit more emotional about it

Because he’s not as small and dependent as he used to be :(

Especially at around age 5-6, he’s really getting out of his shell, and Intak feels bittersweet about it

Of course, he’s beyond proud of his son for making new friends and trying out new things by himself with the introduction of school

But he also misses those more quiet days when it was just you two and your baby doing everything together :(

Your son starts to develop some of Intak’s habits, and you find it so cute how he’s becoming a little carbon copy of his dad

They share the same interests and can always be found playing together

Definitely starts enjoying music with his son really early on and is always dancing and singing/rapping with his kiddo <3

And also loves to get into sports with his son and compete (although he’ll almost always let his son win)

You find it incredible how they can stay entertained together for hours

Of course, Intak doesn’t have endless energy like his son does, but he still somehow keeps up just running off of love and pride for his kid

Best boy dad you could ever ask for !!!

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[skzdarlings]

part iv: bodyguard!felix x reader

masterlist.

PART I ; PART II ; PART III ; PART IV ; PART V ; PART VI ; PART VII ; PART VIII ; PART IX ; FINAL PART.

( READ ON AO3. )

Your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. What seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the years.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: smut. violence. parental abuse. situations of intense peril overall. forced proximity. enemies2lovers. angst with eventual happy ending. (chapter word count; 10k words)

warning for this chapter: the usual story dynamics plus explicit sexual content.

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“All right, gang,” Jisung says.  “Final year of school together, you know what that means?” 

You and Felix are on your way to class when Jisung literally throws himself between you.  He hands each of you a print-out before you can answer his question or even say hello. 

“The Three Musketeers,” Felix reads.  “Peas in a Pod, Rule of Three…?”

“This is our final year as a best friend trio in the hallowed halls of high school,” Jisung says.  “And next year?  Who knows what happens!  Marriages!  Mortgages!  Babies!”

“Jisung, we just turned eighteen,” you say. 

“Which is almost nineteen, which is almost twenty, then we’re practically forty.”  He waves a hand around.  “The point is, this is our last opportunity to solidify a name.  For us.  For the group.  It’s necessary.” 

“Is it though?” Felix asks, squinting as he skims the sheet.  “BLT?  Who’s the bacon?” 

“I am, obviously,” Jisung says. 

“Why is that obvious?” you ask. 

“How is it not obvious, Lettuce?”  Jisung says, scandalized.  “Anyway, we can workshop the names.  This is just to get the ball rolling.  I expect results by lunchtime tomorrow at the latest.”    

Jisung continues his endearing but admittedly inane blather, at least until Hyunjin comes sauntering up the hallway like it’s a catwalk, then he just frowns.  Jisung has never warmed to the popular pretty boy and Hyunjin does not seem particularly inclined to rectify any bad impressions.  He is astoundingly self-confident. 

People move out of his way.  Some girls downright swoon if he deigns to cast them even a fleeting glance.  You can’t really judge any of them seeing as you were the same when Lee Minho still roamed these halls.  You are not totally immune to Hyunjin either, though your attention is somewhat scattered these days. 

You look at Felix. 

He is re-reading the class schedule for this year, mumbling reminders under his breath.  His hair is a sunny yellow blonde and freshly trimmed to frame his face, thanks to your help.  He was cutting his own hair which made sense, not just logistically but stylistically, seeing as it was often a shaggy mess.  You have taken to helping him so it looks a little neater. 

You look at the fuzzier hair on his nape, recalling how your fingertips pressed there as you tipped his head for a better angle.  

Your eyes meet when he looks up, but you are drawn apart when Hyunjin claps him on the shoulder with a greeting.  They sat beside each other for most of their first year and formed something of a friendship – only something, because the plucky, likable Australian transfer student is a fabrication.   

You once told yourself you would never fall for the schoolboy routine, that you would always remember his real identity, but you never considered what might happen if you cared for the real him anyway. 

“Heeey Fee-lix,” Hyunjin says in an emphasized, overly friendly way.  He draws out your name with the same saccharine pleasantness, all while ignoring a scowling Jisung.  

Hyunjin leaves before anyone can reply, but Jisung still thumps Felix on the arm. 

“Traitor,” he says.   

“What?  He’s nice,” Felix says, exchanging an amused look with you. 

“You know, Jisungie, maybe you’d get along better if you stopped trying to trip him everywhere he goes,” you say, pointing to Jisung’s presently outstretched leg. 

Jisung stands straight.  “He tried to kill me,” he says. 

“Not this again,” you say.  “Jisung, he didn’t know about your peanut allergy—”

“He tried to put his nuts directly into my mouth,” Jisung says, then groans miserably.  “That came out wrong.”  He spins his cap to tug the brim over his eyes.  “Do not repeat that.  The last thing I need is freshmen writing fanfiction about us.” 

You and Felix pat his back in a consoling manner.   

Felix sits behind you in class, dutiful as ever.  You are unpacking your bag when Hyunjin walks in with his girlfriend of the week.   Rumours about Hyunjin are in never-ending circulation and he seems to help them along.  You have caught him in a quiet moment once or twice, curled up in the library alone or lingering after hours in the art room, but that quieter soul seems contradictory to his showman side.   Even now, he starts making out with his girlfriend in the middle of the classroom.  

You can’t help but stare, mostly because the brazenness is so audacious that it is impossible not to stare, but it also makes you think.  You have never kissed anyone, though you have entertained countless fantasies that spiral far beyond kissing, and while you know you are young in abstract way… staring at a happy couple your age makes you feel jealous, desirous, and a little ridiculous.  Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, forty… 

Felix clears his throat and you realize you have been staring too long.

Not only that, but Hyunjin is staring back, even with his mouth pressed against someone else.  It feels like flames erupt inside you.  You drop heavily into your seat and stare at your desk, swallowing hard.   When you chance a look, Hyunjin is leaning back in his own seat, smiling at you. 

Felix clears his throat again. 

“What?” you ask, sharp. 

“Nothing,” Felix says, casual. 

You roll your eyes.  He kicks your chair.  You turn around and knock his textbook off his desk. 

“That’s not nice,” he says. 

You stick your tongue out at him. 

As seniors, you are allowed to leave campus for lunch.  The three of you make your way to a nearby sandwich shop, one naturally packed with most of the senior grade level.  You crowd into a tiny booth, so cramped you are halfway sitting on Felix’s lap.  Your mood sours as you let yourself wallow in self-pity, thinking about how normal girls get to sit on normal boys’ laps and be excited about it. 

You are sulking into your sandwich, thinking about how you are going to die alone and miserable and unkissed, when a chair is suddenly drawn up to your table and Hyunjin sits beside you. 

Jisung’s mouth is stuffed full of ham, which you know because he drops his jaw despite all the food.

Hyunjin does not remark on it.  He smiles at you and you alone. 

“Hey,” he says.   He really is stupidly handsome.  Even up close, you see no awkward blemishes, not a hair out of place.  His uniform tie is a little askew from tugging but that’s it.  

Jisung kicks you under the table, probably because you are just staring blankly at Hyunjin. 

“Sorry, hi,” you finally say. 

His smiles widens.  He tucks a bit of hair behind his ear. 

“Hey, I won’t bug you and your friends,” Hyunjin says, ignoring when Jisung mumbles too late under his breath, “but I want to walk you back to school after lunch.  Alone.”

You are so unprepared for the suggestion that find yourself staring again.   He taps your chin to lift your head, still smiling. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks.

“Uh, sorry, yeah, yes!  Yeah, sure.  Okay.”  You aren’t even totally sure that is your answer, but it rolls out of you instinctively.  Just as instinctively do you whip a startled look to your best friend.  Jisung’s mouth is still hanging open.   “Umm…” you say, but Hyunjin is already standing. 

“Great,��� he says.  “See you soon.” 

You watch him walk away.  Jisung speaks through the food in his mouth, chokes, swallows, then clears his throat. 

“What was that?” he finally says. 

“I have no idea,” you reply, completely honestly. 

You cannot compute this situation at all.  Your approach to most social interactions is to scowl.  Because of your father’s many stringent rules, you have never had an opportunity to be truly social.  You play an appropriate role at the functions he forces you to attend, but that entails sitting alone in a corner and sipping soda.  Growing up, you were not allowed to spend time at anyone’s house or go anywhere without supervision, so maintaining friendships was next to impossible. 

The only exception has ever been Han Jisung.  You sat beside each other in your first year and your miserable countenance coupled with his anxious demeanour meant that you spent six months not even talking to each other.  Then one day he mustered the nerve to comment on the weather, you replied accordingly, and somehow that opened a floodgate to unleash the goofy boy that would become your best and only friend. 

Your social experience is limited to that.  You are someone who sits with your best friend in a corner, staring at an unattainable pretty boy at a distance, but you have never had to grapple with the reality of one asking for your attention. 

You look at Felix, but he has drawn a somber mask over his face.  He pokes at his sandwich.  He can’t lecture you in front of Jisung but you know he has something to say.  A part of you wishes it was jealousy or any personal feeling, but you know it will only be a reminder about your father, that he wouldn’t approve of you running around with any unknown boys.  

When you leave the shop with Hyunjin, you already know Felix and Jisung will follow close behind.  Felix has no choice, but you are certain Jisung will require little convincing.  You pretend you do not see them trailing six feet back, partially obscuring themselves in the occasional bush, but Hyunjin naturally looks at them. 

“You’re not…” he says slowly.  “You’re not dating… one of them… are you?  They’re really—”

“They’re just my crazy friends,” you say in an embarrassed rush.  “Jisung is like my brother, ew, I could never – ew.  Ew.  Oh my god, ew.   And Felix—” 

You woke this morning with Felix’s face nuzzled in the back of your neck.  The distance in that big bed closed long ago now.  You only sleep apart when your father is home.  You also never talk about it, not that you could articulate your feelings anyway.  The intimacy and companionship provides more comfort to your soul than you could ever say.    

You swallow. 

“I’m not dating Felix,” you say.  “I’m not dating anyone.”  This thought prompts you to look at Hyunjin.   Rather ungracefully, you blurt the obvious question, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?  Why are you talking to me?”

He laughs into his palm.  You realize belatedly just how accusatory you sounded, especially considering his attention might be wholly platonic.  Embarrassed, you trip over your words, your tongue a suddenly clumsy thing.

Hyunjin just giggles.

“It’s okay,” he says.   “No one ever calls me out like that.  I like it.”  He bumps shoulders with you.  Wait, is he flirting?  You have no idea.  You stare at the ground with laser intensity.  He just giggles again.  “We broke up before lunch—”

“Wow, you moved on fast,” you say.  Dry remarks tumble out of you easier than anything else.  You bite your tongue, embarrassed again. 

Hyunjin still looks amused.   

“It wasn’t really serious,” he says.  “I’m looking for some with similar life experience, to be honest…”

You crinkle your brow and look at him.  His hands are in his pockets, his slouch casual, but you swear his eyes sparkle when he looks at you. 

“I saw you,” he says.  “At that horse race thing.  This last weekend?  You were in the box with your dad, right?  Felix was with you too.” 

The horse race was an end-of-summer event your father sponsored, one of his community philanthropic efforts.  You spent the whole time frowning under a sun hat, only smiling when Felix muttered something scalding about a particularly overdramatic hat in the crowd. 

A crowd Hyunjin was apparently in. 

You have always known Hyunjin comes from money, but there is money and there is money.  The Hwang family might be rich but your father is powerfully wealthy.  You run in different circles.  You have never seen Hyunjin at any event so you would never even think to look for him.   They must be moving up in the world. 

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, not even a dry retort. 

“It’s okay,” Hyunjin says.  He touches your shoulder and your attention zeroes in there.  You can’t decide if you like him touching you.  An hour ago you were idly daydreaming about kisses and touches, but the reality is a different thing.   It took you a long time to warm to Felix, bit by bit, touch by touch.  Even those touches terrify you in their own way.  You are scared of needing them.  You do not know how you can simultaneously desire touch and fear it more than anything. 

Hyunjin uses a soothing tone, drawing your gaze away from his hand. 

“I get it,” Hyunjin says.  “You don’t want people to know you’re rich, right?  Honestly… I think that’s really cool of you.   My dad likes to show-off so I guess I kinda do the same.”  You glance at his brand-name leather satchel.  “Everything is about appearances to him.  It doesn’t even matter what’s true as long as everything looks the way he wants.  There’s an… image… for the family.  And I’m an only child so there’s expectations.  Maybe I’m not making sense.”

“No,” you say, your thoughts drifting to your own home life. “It makes sense.” 

“I thought maybe you and me could hang out—”

“I don’t really hang out a lot,” you interrupt.  You have been able to spend more time with Jisung now that Felix can accompany you, but it has been at cafes and other controlled locations.  You have not gone to any parties since your father beat Felix.  He has never hurt him as badly as that first incident, but he has struck him more than once.  You have not taken the risk. 

“Think about it at least,” Hyunjin says.  “Think about me.  I think we could be a good match—”

“You mean…”  It might be ungenerous, but you weigh his words and form a conclusion.  “If you date someone like me, it will get your father off your back?” 

He is quiet for a second, surprised, then he laughs again.  He finally drops his hand.  His next smile is a little lopsided but more genuine. 

“Maybe we could help each other,” he says. 

“I didn’t say I need any help,” you reply.  You cannot help the way you bristle, like a vulnerable animal rearing its defensive spikes.  “You don’t know me.”

“I know me,” he says.   “And I recognize… well.  Think about it.”  He looks behind you, his features scrunching with clear repugnance.  “I’m gonna go before your not-boyfriend pops a blood vessel.  Talk to you later?” 

You are still processing the whole exchange but you manage to nod.  He turns on a swift heel and struts ahead. 

You turn, expecting to find Jisung frothing at the mouth given Hyunjin’s departing words.   But it is Felix silently seething, Jisung just cringing beside him. 

Felix cracks his own neck, a couple sharp jerks, then he forces that empty smile onto his face.  

When you are settled in the car at the end of the day, you are not surprised his first words are, “You know I have to tell your father if you start seeing some guy, yeah?” 

“Some guy?” you say just as icily.  “You know his name.”

You have been on edge on all afternoon, discombobulated from the exchange with Hyunjin.  Felix has been unusually silent, so rigid and ungiving that he reminds you of that mysterious fourteen year old boy who barely did more than blink. 

But he is not that boy.  You are both growing.  You can feel the seconds passing you by, every aching minute that your life does not change from its stagnation, every moment of his own life that Felix has surrendered.

You want to jump out of the moving car.  You want to slide across the seat and bury your face in Felix’s neck, no matter that someone can see, and you want him to hug you back. 

You stay seated. 

“Do what you want,” you say with a sigh.  

He sighs too, resting his forehead against the car window. 

The house is empty tonight.   You can’t concentrate on homework so you shuffle down to the gym where Felix is practicing kicks.  You watch him, his nimble athleticism, the perfect arc of each high kick. 

One wall of the house gym is a mirror and your eyes meet in the reflection.  He holds your gaze for a moment, but then he goes back to counting under his breath, kicking again. 

“I thought you liked Hyunjin,” you say. 

He stops kicking.  His hands are taped up for boxing, so he diverts his attention there, slowly unweaving the tape while he catches his breath. 

“This has nothing to do with me,” he says.  “You know that, yeah, so I don’t know what—”  

“Don’t you want to date someone one day too?” 

He doesn’t look up.  He drops the tape on the floor and starts on the next hand. 

“No,” he finally says after a long pause. 

“No?” you repeat.  “You don’t want—”

“I can’t want anything,” he says with a mean bite.  “I have a job.  And responsibilities.”  The tape is too light to throw but he flicks it as hard as he can, shaking his head.  “Why are you asking me stupid questions?  You know how things are.” 

Yes, you do. 

You know what you feel when you look at Felix.  You have been friends with Jisung for years and his proximity has never induced the same feelings.  Bursts of heat find you at unexpected times, usually moments when your intimacy feels its most casual.   But you never have to think twice about why a crush on your bodyguard is a bad idea, because Felix always reminds you without saying anything.  When you get too close, his eyes go glassy with some remembrance and he swiftly pulls away.  

You know this does not stop him from thoughtlessly leaning into your touches.   He slants towards you with a certain kind of hunger, one you know is satisfied when you touch given how he sighs or relaxes.  Then, like someone so used to starvation that emptiness feels natural, he remembers himself and withdraws.  You wouldn’t care – or at least, you shouldn’t care – except it leaves you just as empty. 

You do not know the details of Felix’s past, but you do know that you carry a similar pain.  He recognized it at a glance, all those years ago, seeing past your bravado and calling out your fear.   We’re both scared, he said.

You see it now, in the tension across his shoulders, in the way he avoids your gaze.   The sharpness of his tone is a twin to your own. 

“Yeah,” you say.  “I know how things are.  You’re a pain in my ass and I hate you.” 

It is such an unconvincing lie that he finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze in the mirror.   You look at each other for a long moment. 

You wonder what someone brave would say or do.  Maybe you would tell him the truth and fuck the consequences.  Maybe you would kiss him like you were experienced, like you were anyone but an awkward little girl with clammy hands and shaking knees. 

You turn to leave.   He sighs and says, “Your father said yes.” 

You freeze. 

“He likes the idea of Hyunjin,” Felix continues.  “He thinks he’s… appropriate.”

You remember Hyunjin making out with someone in the middle of the classroom, and you remember how he was once expelled for fighting.  You laugh humourlessly, the sound punching out of you.  You slap a hand over your mouth to contain it.   You suddenly feel like crying and you don’t know why, except that your emotions are in constant flux.

“You mean he thinks he’s rich,” you say. 

“I mean… he doesn’t… think it,” Felix says dryly.  “Hyunjin is rich.” 

Felix can move quietly even in military grade tactical boots.  It should be easy in his gym shoes, but he walks heavily as he comes up behind you. 

“Why don’t you sound happy?” Felix asks. 

You turn around and meet his gaze directly.  Your stare is heated, rife with all your mixed-up emotions, but he does not flinch or look away. 

“You’re an idiot,” you say.  “I hate you.” 

You have never fooled him with that proclamation.  He draws his lips into a thin line, just staring back at you for a moment.  When you turn to leave, he grabs your arm.  Sparks ignite under his touch, shooting all the way up your arm, tickling your neck, raising each hair.   It feels so different from Hyunjin. 

You look at him and he lets go, flexing his hand at his side. 

“I, uh, I want to show you… something.”  He pushes some sweaty hair off his forehead.  His deep voice seems lower, the sound scratching at the base of your spine.  Tingles run all the way up to your head.  

“Show me?” you say.  “Show me what exactly?”

“Self-defence,” he says, brow furrowed, like his train of thought was obvious.  “If your dad lets you go out with some guy—”

“With Hyunjin,” you say, rolling your eyes.  “The dumb gangly gazelle you’ve watched lumber all over the field in gym class?” 

“You should still know how to protect yourself,” he says. 

“Isn’t that what you’re for?” 

“I am going to guess you might be alone with him once or twice,” Felix says dryly, “unless you want to keep me in the room then too.”

The suggestion makes you feel hot, flushed with embarrassment.  You duck your gaze to the floor. 

“You’re being silly,” you say.  “I haven’t even gone out with him yet.  And I’ve never even kissed someone.”  Felix must know that, but admitting it feels different. You look up, feeling floaty and detached from your body, like you are watching yourself look at Felix. 

He clears his throat and looks away, snapping you back. 

“Fine,” he says.  “We’ll practice another day.  But we will practice.” 

You know he means self-defence, but your brain supplies the image of kissing practice.  Your face must show that thought, maybe a sliver of panic in your gaze, because the tips of his ears turn suddenly pink.   He clears his throat again, shaking his head and turning away.   You leave quicker than you came, rushing all the way to the top floor to hide in your bedroom where you intend to mull over your day with maximum angst.

By nighttime, everything seems petty and stupid.  You are laying in bed on your phone when Felix gets back from his security check.  He says nothing, climbing into bed without even looking at you.  You just roll your eyes, done with the drama.  He looks over just in time for you to butt your head against his arm like a disgruntled baby goat.  His laugh is nothing more than a sharp exhale. 

It takes some coaxing, mostly in the form of whining, but Felix puts his arm around you.  Some of the shadows finally leave his face, a smile even daring to poke through. 

You fiddle with the neck of his t-shirt and he does the same with the ends of your hair. 

“Your father had an idea, by the way,” Felix says, “for a first date.” 

You groan, planting your face on his chest.  He laughs, a proper hearty sound.

“What, a picnic in the family dungeons?”  The sarcasm rolls off your tongue.  “Torture?  Flaying the guy alive? Chopping off his—” 

“Ouch.”

“I was gonna say limbs—”  You swat his chest. 

“Okay, okay, ouch, hey!”  He is still chuckling when you settle again.  He squeezes your arm. 

A moment of comfortable silence passes.  You resume your absent-minded fidgeting, twisting the loose material of his t-shirt around your knuckles.  You do not dare meet his eye when you ask, “I know what you said earlier but… if you could… what would you do for a first date?” 

His whole body goes stiff with tension, then he just exhales, a pitiful sound of resignation. 

“There’s no point in thinking about it,” Felix says.  “And I don’t know anyway.  What do people do on dates?” 

“Oh come on, you’ve been watching the dramas with me,” you say, keeping your voice light.  “You could have some ideas.” 

“Well, I don’t,” he says, not unkindly but firmly. 

“Fine,” you say.  You roll over so you are half on-top of him, a leg thrown over his.   You make a show of rolling your eyes, but his returned gaze is too soft for any real animosity to linger.   “For the record, I would plan an amazing first date if I didn’t have my dad – blegh – orchestrating the whole thing.”

“I believe you,” he says with a chuckle.  “I’m sure you would sweep Hyunjin off his feet, hmm?”

“Hmm,” you echo.  “Sure.”  You raise your head so you are peering down at him.  “I don’t even know what Hyunjin would like.  He’s pretty but he’s… I dunno… a liar or something.  Like he obviously just wants to date me because we’re both rich, but he wouldn’t admit it till I said it.  Who knows what other secrets he could be keeping.”

“Hwang Hyunjin,” Felix muses.  “Deep, dark secrets… maybe… hmm… his hair routine?”

You laugh before you can stop yourself.  “Don’t be mean,” you say. 

“Uhh, I’m never mean,” Felix says.  “You’re the one who called him a liar.” 

“Or something,” you argue playfully.  He says ahh, like that differentiation mattered at all.  “Maybe he collects teeth from all his dozens of girlfriends.  Or their hair.  Maybe he’s a cannibal.” 

Felix sighs with theatrical exasperation.  “From hair care to cannibalism, really?” he asks. 

“Could be,” you say, trying and failing to stifle your giggles, especially when it makes him laugh.  “He might gobble me all up on the first date.” 

“That would be very rude,” Felix says.  “He should wait until the third date at least.”

“Oh, is that what a gentleman like you would do?”  You laugh.   “Maybe provide a written invitation to the event?” 

“Of course,” he jokes.  “If I planned on eating you, you’d be the first to know.”   

The double-entendre is clearly unintentional, smothering the giggly playfulness with a sudden heady air.  You both hear the accidental suggestion, and you both stare at each other, and you both take too long to say something so it turns awkward.  You become very aware of all the places you are touching, so aware that you cannot compel yourself to move thanks to sudden nerves. 

Felix reliably comes to his senses first.   He nudges you gently, forcing himself to laugh as he slides out of the bed. 

“Umm, sorry,” he says.  He shoves a hand through his hair, the blonde fluffing with his rough touch. “I just need to… uh… bathroom?  I’ll be... um, back.”

You return to your side of the bed where you curl into a ball of appropriately eighteen-year-old angst.  Your current state of peril has nothing to do with power-corrupt businessmen and their fragile egos, and everything to do with a boy in your bed.   You shove your face in a pillow and keep it there until he returns.   You do not look at him, still too riled up in the silent tension.    

You are convinced you will never fall asleep but it inevitably sneaks up on you.  All at once, you are blinking awake in the morning light.   You drifted closer to Felix in your sleep but kept your hands to yourself.  You are both laying on your fronts, faces turned to each other.  He sleeps so lightly that he wakes from the faintest shift in the cadence of your breathing.   

The sleepy quiet of morning has none of the awkwardness of late night silence.  It feels hazy and gentle in its golden breath, held long enough for your hands to meet between you.  It is the only place you are touching, fingertip to palm to knuckle and back again.  Your whole head goes fuzzy with tingles when he traces the pad of your palm.   

You think about the many romance stories you have surreptitiously read on your laptop, flipping between smut and homework.   In all those stories, it seems that when the hapless leads find themselves sharing a bed, they manage to entangle themselves overnight, always suggestively, always accidentally. 

You do not appear to have that kind of luck, that accident of circumstance where you are not responsible for your own actions.  Instead you are laying in the sunlight, lit up so brightly that there could be no mistaking intention, his dark eyes catching the light as he looks at you as if he knows what you are thinking. 

It has to be deliberate.  Nothing will change on its own.  

Is this combination of terror and desire normal?  Is it simply a matter of age and inexperience?  Or is it in indication of damage, something inherently broken in you?   When your fingers interlock, it feels wonderful.  It also activates alarms in your head, none of them equipped with an off switch. 

You close your eyes.  He breathes and you know him so well that you recognize him by that, by the way he inhales sharply, like he has suddenly remembered where and who he is.  You know it means he is about to pull away. 

Sudden, sharp, panicked adrenaline propels you out of your timid repose and into his arms.   It is not so different from the millions of times he has held you, except this time you are frantic and strange, your heart beating wildly as you hide your face in his neck and cling to him like he will float away if you don’t hold tight enough. 

It surprises him.  He has the skill to deflect an attack but he lets you barrel into him, taking your weight with little more than an oof.   For a moment, he does nothing, his arms open at his sides.  You feel his shoulder twitch. 

He says your name in sleep-rough voice, barely more than a whisper.  A reminder, scolding you but half-heartedly.  You know what he sounds like when he is mad, when emotion slips through the cracks of his careful facades.   This emotion is not anger. 

“Felix,” is your reply. 

His next breath shudders out of him, sounding almost painful.  Then the arm beneath you shifts.  He touches your lower back tentatively, through your t-shirt yet hesitating like the contact might burn skin.  Another breath, then his palm is flat on your back and he is rolling onto his side to face you.  

Your heart is leaping around like it is being electrocuted, sparks of electricity zapping to every extremity as his other hand curls around your bicep.  His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is open, nothing but another shaking breath passing his lips. 

You touch his face with trembling fingers, the very tips lightly brushing his temple.  You know, on some level, this is nothing deserving of alarm despite the cacophony still ringing in your head.  This is little more than an intimate embrace, fully-clothed and only barely touching each other. 

You are not even kissing.  With your adrenaline in the dregs, you cannot push yourself across that space.  Instead, you find yourself staring into his face when his eyes open.  You look at each other, forced to reckon with your proximity, looking at his mouth while he looks at yours.  There is no denying this could be a kiss, that it would require very little more than a lean.

His knuckles skim your side as his hand slips from your arm to your waist.  Your breath catches when he lays his hand on your hip, not moving or pushing but holding.     

Still such simple touches.  You wonder how other people can do more so easily when this alone is overwhelming.   

Your morning alarm is not due to ring for another twenty minutes.  There is nothing to disturb you.  You press your fingers into his shoulder.  This already has him tensing, then you scratch your nails along the nape of his neck, up into his hair, and it unravels him with a shiver, eyes closing and cheek pressing hard into his pillow. 

He wrenches away all at once, making a noise like it hurts to do so.   You feel dizzy as you stare at the indentation on his pillow while he swings his leg off the bed.  He doubles over, elbows on his knees, hands on his face.  He digs his fists into his eyes and scrubs hard.  He takes a minute to catch his breath.    

Eventually he stands.  He pauses like he intends to speak but then he just pivots into the bathroom.  The door shuts with a heavy click. 

You roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.   You have no idea if he is coming right back, but you know this intimate moment has conclusively ended.  Your whole body is alight, the places he touched you still radiating sensation.  There is such a desperate pulsing between your legs that you can’t help but touch there, palm pressing hard to quell the incessant thrum of want. 

You really do not intend to do more.   You only just barely know the mechanics for touching yourself thanks to reading, but you are afforded little opportunity for discovery due to obvious reasons.   You do not know how fast he will return, but you doubt you have enough time to work it all out. 

You slide a hand under your clothes only to temper the worst of that wanting, applying pressure clumsily.   Your eyes close when you feel how ridiculously wet you are, far more than you have ever felt before.   Your mind then projects the unbidden image of Felix, wondering if he is on the other side of that bathroom door touching himself in a similar way.

It makes you gasp, turning your head, heel of your palm still pressing down hard inside your shorts.  You open your eyes just in time for Felix to step back into the room. 

He looks at you and completely freezes.  You have never felt more like a deer caught in the headlights. 

He turns and stumbles back into the bathroom, uncharacteristically clumsy.  You yank your hand out of your shorts and roll onto your front, shrieking into your pillows with a combination of frustration and embarrassment. 

What is my life, you ask yourself.   You really have no answer. 

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The first date with Hyunjin is not a proper date at all.  Your father extends an invitation to Hyunjin and his parents, requesting their presence at another one of his good-press charity functions.  

This one is a silent auction and banquet in a luxurious hotel ballroom.  Despite the fact you attend the same school, you are formally introduced at the party, the whole charade making you feel like a ridiculous character in a historical drama.

You are already more than a little grumpy because Felix is not here, your father logically determining that his own security entourage was plenty for the night.  There is also the matter of Felix’s cover.  Hyunjin knows him as a student and your friend, not a bodyguard.  You will have to tell him eventually if this goes anywhere but—

That thought abruptly sends you on one of your overthinking spirals.  If your father intends to force this relationship along, you do not know if he will fire Felix rather than explain him, if one day you will suddenly go home and your bedroom will be empty, Felix gone without a trace and you with no way to contact him.   

Your throat strains with a choked back sob as you struggle to remember every little detail about Felix – the animes he claims he only watches because Jisung does, but that he definitely secretly enjoys, the horrified lemon-sour face he pulls when he accidentally drinks your coffee instead of his sugar-laden tea, the way he likes taking apart electronics and rebuilding them, his sharp mind, his goofy wit, his complete and total weirdness that he skillfully masks in public but drops at home.   That house could be full of people but if Felix was no longer there, it would feel horribly empty. 

“Are you okay?”  Hyunjin asks.  He looks resplendent in white, his dark hair a sharp contrast to his dress shirt and pants.  Other people are swooning at the sight of him.  You have not looked at him for longer than a few seconds at a time.  

“Sorry,” you say.  You take a swig of water like it’s hard liquor.  You try to smile but you can feel how crooked it is.  “Just… the parties are a lot.”  It is only a partial lie.  Your mind is somewhere else, but the parties are a lot to handle. 

Hyunjin smiles.  He props his chin in his hand and leans towards you.  “Good company makes them better, though,” he says. 

“Yeah.”  You look away again, staring out the window at the cityscape and thinking about Felix.  “It does, doesn’t it?” 

The ordeal is a success by your father’s standards.  You sit with Hyunjin all night.  You dance a few clumsy dances where you scuff his expensive dress shoes with your missteps.  You wander onto a balcony and he gives you his coat.  Beat for beat, moment by moment, it all goes perfectly. 

A moment that genuinely moves you is the only one your father does not care about.  Conversation between you and Hyunjin is stilted for a long while, then someone mentions one of the paintings up for auction and he lights up.  No one else acknowledges it, so you ask him about it.  You do not miss the warning look his father shoots him, but when you smile at Hyunjin like he is the most charming person alive, it placates him.

Hyunjin does not observe most of this.  Once you let him talk about the art, he cannot stop.  He becomes someone else when immersed in this subject, more animated, more open, much more sincere.  You could almost like this Hyunjin. 

You like him even more when he forgets his propriety and snorts at your derision for a few pompous assholes.  This party is crawling with creepy elites, only a few known to Hyunjin.  You catch him up on the latest high society nonsense, pointing out the affairs and scandals, as well as telling him which few individuals are somewhat more tolerable.

You are leaning against a wall, licking the icing off a cupcake, when he suddenly smiles at you, big and huge.  You choke on the sugar.  You feel hot under your skin, wondering if you were accidentally suggestive with your licking, but he doesn’t comment on that at all. 

“I’ve never known someone who sees people so well,” he says.  “Especially somewhere like this.  Everyone is a bit—”

“Off in their own world?” You share a giggle.  “I’m just bored,” you say, deflecting the compliment because Hyunjin doesn’t know what he’s talking about.  You do not see anything special in your observations, just your own loneliness as you sit back and watch the world go by. 

You don’t tell him that.   You distract him by pointing to another figure across the room, a well-dressed older man flanked by his own entourage.  You can separate the immensely wealthy from the nouveau riche by appearance.  The former are sleekly sophisticated at events like this, almost nonchalant in their presentation, whereas the latter overdress themselves to flaunt their wealth, as if they feel the need to prove they belong.  The former know where they belong. 

This man is undeniably the former. 

“You see that man over there?” you whisper, pointing discreetly with your cupcake.  “That’s Mister Miroh.   He is my father’s biggest competitor and most hated rival.  They are exactly the same person and trust me, that’s not a compliment.  They hate each other more than anything.”  You say this very casually then take a bite of your cupcake. 

“Huh?” Hyunjin’s brow furrows, making you laugh.  “If they hate each other, why was he invited?”

“Because rich people are insane,” you say.  “It’s just about keeping up appearances.  Yeah, they’re rivals, but that also makes them equals, so it’s bad form to neglect them in public company.”  Hyunjin nods here, clearly understanding.  You remember what he said about his own parents and appearances.  You must admit, it is nice talking to someone who understands you from his own first-hand experience.  “Also,” you say, “I’m sure it’s like that saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.  If Miroh is here, then he’s not off somewhere disrupting my father’s business while his back is turned.” 

“This is exhausting,” Hyunjin says, shaking his head. 

“No kidding.”  You laugh again.  When Hyunjin looks at you with a dimpled smile, you smile back.  It feels friendly, not like his forced flirtatious grins earlier in the evening.  You like this Hyunjin more.  “You want some cupcake?” you ask, holding up the very big, very rich dessert. 

Hyunjin eyes it then shakes his head.  He tucks some hair behind his ears. 

“I’m supposed to be on a diet,” he explains, laughing at your expression because you cannot hide your horror.  “It’s not a bad thing—” he starts. 

“You are so skinny, a hard wind could blow you out the window,” you say, shoving the cupcake at him.  “You said I was good at seeing people, well, I can see you want the cupcake.  So eat it or I’ll push you off the balcony.” 

He looks around to see if anyone is looking but his parents are occupied with their own conversations.   He looks at you conspiratorially then acquiesces, finishing the cupcake in just a couple big bites.   You applaud and he shakes his head, laughing and spitting little flakes of cupcake.  It makes you laugh more.  He is in good humour the whole time, even if it takes a second to swallow all that cake. 

“What else do you see?” he says when you are both settled.  He is relaxed from all the giggling. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to keep a straight face as you remember the cannibalism conversation, supposing he might not want to hear that precisely.   

“When you look at me,” he says.  He tips his chin as if striking a pose.  “Tell me my fortune.”

“I’m not a psychic,” you say, nudging his shoulder, but nonetheless you oblige and strike your own pose, a finger on your chin as you consider him.  “Hmmm.”  You look him up and down, the showman smile, the little crumb of cake on his lip.  “I think you’re very smart and very handsome,” you start.

“I like it so far,” he says.

Smiling, you roll your eyes.  “And,” you say, “I think you know your strengths and how to use them to make people look at you.  Or at least – to look at what you want them to see.”  You watch his brow furrow, his hand disappearing into the length of his sleeve as his fingers curl up.  “I think you have more going on than anyone knows,” you say.  “And I think those parts of you might be the best, and I’m sorry that you have someone telling you it’s the part you have to hide.”  His gaze is cast low at nothing in particular.  It seems to scan the floor thoughtfully.   You laugh to brighten the mood.  “Parents,” you say.  “Image.  Expectation.  Whatever.” 

“Yeah.”  He smiles at you again.  It is not one of his fake, smarmy grins, but it is not his carefree smile either.  It is polite, and it doesn’t reach his eyes, darkly reflecting a familiar sadness back to you.   “Whatever,” he echoes.  Then he stands straight and offers his hand, his face once more shielded with a showy, flirtatious demeanour.  “Wanna dance?” 

You do, and it pleases the parents, and the night passes.  You and Hyunjin share an amiable glance before going your separate ways.

When you arrive home, Felix is sitting in the kitchen reading a book for school.  He is not obliged to do the readings but he seems to enjoy it, certainly more than you.   You never thought you would be so happy to see such a simple sight, Felix at the counter with a book.  Fortunately, you are a smart enough to mask your enthusiasm around your father.   

You don’t have to worry because your father pays you no mind.  With your purpose evidently served, your father dismisses you for the night and calls Felix to his office for a debriefing. 

You step inside your walk-in closet to change clothes.  You frown at your dress, once more thinking about all those romance stories.  If the dress had a zipper, you would need help, then you could ask Felix to unzip it, and it would be an excuse to initiate contact without you truly propositioning him.  But the dress slides off easily, so you put on shorts and a t-shirt, then you are sitting in bed scrolling on your phone. 

You are in a good mood as you usually are when you get back from a party, happy it is over.  The energy you stored to endure the socializing can now simmer to a pleasant hum.  You are also extra happy to see Felix after dreading his demise all night.  Those worries seem silly now.  You will always need a bodyguard and Felix is reliable. 

Then you feel terrible for thinking that, because you should want Felix to go.  He should not be here at all, trapped with you in this nightmare.  Then you start thinking about Felix and his past nightmares.  If Felix disappeared without a trace one day, it would not be to freedom.  It might be to something worse again.     

Even though you feel uneasy, gazing at his empty side of the bed, you fall asleep before Felix returns.  You wake in the darkness to Felix leaning over you.  He carefully extracts your phone to place it on the bedside table.  You fell asleep awkwardly slumped, clutching it. 

You are barely awake, still half-dreaming about him disappearing, about what worse nightmares might chase him from your arms.  You wrap yourself around him completely, arms around his middle, head on his chest, leg curled around his, the totality of your embrace surprising him.  He chuckles, a low sound that vibrates in his chest. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, settling as comfortably as he can with you twisted around him like an amorous vine. 

“Nothing,” you mumble into his shirt.  “Just missed you.”

“It was just one night,” he says. 

“Mmph,” is your sleepy rejoinder.  You reach for his hand and slap it onto your back, groaning.  He gets the message and strokes your back with a gentle sweep.  You start to doze again, snuggled and warm, then he clears his throat.  You recognize the sound as his warm-up to vocalizing something awkward. 

“I guess, uhhh, I guess things went well… with Hyunjin… tonight, yeah?” he says.  He clears his throat again.  “Your father gave me an itinerary for future dates and arrangements…” 

“I’m gonna blow this fucking house up,” you grumble.

He chuckles.  His touch is absent-minded now, a lazy caress as his attention strays. 

“Did he, uh, did he… kiss you?”  Felix asks.  His hand stops altogether, freezing low on your spine.  “Not that I—I’m just wondering.  Because of what you said before.  It’s, like, a big deal to girls I guess, right.  So I wasn’t sure—” 

“No, Felix,” you say, rolling your eyes.  “I’m still very unkissed and very pathetic, so don’t worry about my honour.” 

You lift your head to give him a withering stare, but his face is very close and he is already looking at you.  You have not spoken about the previous morning.  Every second comes rushing back when you meet his eye, when his gaze flickers down to your mouth for a brief but hypnotizing second. 

“You’re not pathetic,” he says, just above a whisper.  That ridiculous voice of his rumbles so low when he speaks this softly.  It’s like the sound is directly connected to something inside you, tugging when he speaks, waking up every sleeping nerve. 

“Sure,” you reply, at a loss for any other retort.  

His mouth is a perfect bow.  You look away from it, resorting to your natural expression: a glare, intensely and resolutely locked on his eyes. 

“Well, I’ve never kissed anyone,” Felix says, drole.  “Am I pathetic?” 

“That’s different,” you say, not meaning anything by it.  It’s an automatic response, meant to simply dismiss his very good point. 

But you feel him tense.  The silence feels heavy.  You belatedly realize how he might have interpreted that.  That’s different because you’re not a person like the rest of us.

You are trying to think of an appropriate apology when he gently moves you, shaking himself free of your embrace. 

“You should sleep over there tonight,” he says.  “Your father is home and I’m—  I’m.  I should be over here.  Anyway.” 

He turns over, putting his back to you.  Even though it feels like your whole head is on fire, you muster the resolve to slide closer.  Then you lean over and kiss his cheek. 

You flop onto your back and stare at the ceiling. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

You look at him but he hasn’t moved.  Your lips are tingling from that simple, stupid touch and you feel so ridiculous that you want to shriek.  You suffice to close your eyes, shaking your head like that will erase the last sixty seconds of your life.  You look at the ceiling again, face twisted up with pain. 

That falls away when Felix flips over.  He was so still and so quiet that it genuinely startles you.  You swear your heart stops when he leans over you with a determined expression, one you usually only see when he is working out hard.  Your stopped breath is a cluster in your throat, your voice tangled in it.  Your mouth is open and eyes wide when he cups the back of your neck and lifts your head. 

Your heart starts all over again, pumping so fast that you are scared it will leap right out of your chest. 

He leans down.  He kisses your forehead for one second, two, three.  You count it.  Your fingers curl up.  Your eyes feel huge.  You look at him when he pulls away, his expression morose.  He does not meet your gaze. 

“I’m sorry too,” he says. 

He lays your head on your pillow and rolls away, his back to you once more. 

You fall asleep on opposite sides of the huge bed, so close and so far.  Your sleep is fitful and uneasy and you keep waking to check if he is still there. 

It is very early when you fully wake, the pale blue of morning only just seeping into the gloaming.  It is a quiet hour but despite its gentle ambiance, you are woken with a fright.  You settle when you realize it is just Felix grabbing you.   He crossed the bed to gather you into his arms, mumbling an apology but nonetheless wrapping himself around you. 

You realize he had a nightmare.  He has not had one in a while.   Your back is to him so you reach around to pat him consolingly. 

You shiver when he exhales, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck, but you do not linger on the sensation.  The previous morning and all its stirrings are far from mind now.  He is upset so you comfort him, simple as that, letting him wrap his arms around your middle and rest his head against yours.  Your thighs sit neatly against his, bodies slotted together neatly,  like it is the most natural place to be.    

“Can you, uhh, just…”  He clears his throat.  “Can you talk… to me… please.” 

Felix does not like to talk about his nightmares but he does like a distraction.  You are the same.  There are times you wake in a fit and he speaks in a soft voice to lull you back to rest.  Your voice is not as unique as his, lacking the deep dulcet colour, but he seems to like listening anyway. 

You tell him about the party, all the frivolous details and gossip.  Two women wore the same dress, what a scandal, someone dropped a pearl earring, what a loss.   This couple broke up, that couple is having an affair.  Miroh was there and predictably austere the entire night—

Felix was beginning to relax but he tightens his grip when you mention Miroh. 

Your voice trails off. 

Your father has many enemies but Miroh is his only true rival.  You are not directly involved in any business but you pay attention to your father and his work.  You know about the political bribery and the underhanded dealings and the illegal trading.   You know Miroh is the same except he is also a military man, that he has dark connections and turns a profit on some very backward schemes.   Of course, your father depicts his rival as a worse villain than himself, so it is hard to say precisely what Miroh does, but you know the look of a bad man regardless.  

You have suspected for some time that Miroh played a part in Felix’s dark past.  You do not know what or how or why, as you have never pushed Felix to tell you, but you know Felix well.  Your father has many enemies and Felix is always alert, but Miroh receives extra vigilance.   Every trace of your companion will disappear before your eyes, replaced with an emotionless soldier.

You feel all that tension in his body now.  He is holding his breath. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask in a small voice.  It is a vague admittance to your suppositions.

A little tension leaves his body with a humourless laugh, the breath bursting on your neck. 

“No,” he says.  “Not… not right now.” 

“Okay,” you reply.  There is a moment of silence.  Your heart is beating hard, his pounding as fast, his chest pressed against your back.  You shift in his lap. “What do you want then?”

That laugh again, a little more pained.  Then he sighs. 

“I don’t know,” he says in a rough voice.  “Just… distract me.” 

Just like that, the energy shifts, at least inside of you.  You know very well what would distract him, having witnessed the other morning just how to rattle your bodyguard.  The recollection alone has you flushed with heat, embarrassed and nervous and exhilarated all at the same time. 

It has always been hard for you to do the simple, normal thing.  You cannot smile for a long time, you cannot make pleasant small talk, you cannot kiss the boy you like.  But the difficult feats, the outlandish actions, those you have always done with ease.   You argue with your terrifying father, you break out of cages, you throw yourself into dangerous situations with little sense of self-preservation. 

You cannot turn and sweet-talk him.  You cannot lean over and kiss him.  You cannot smile and implore him. 

You can stare ahead through the pale light, warm with memory and fantasy alike, and slide your hand down between your legs.  With a little swivel of your hips, you press against his lap.  The effect is remarkably instantaneous, the adrenaline of his fears seemingly diverting course at the merest suggestion. 

He makes a choked noise, then his hand is overtop yours.  You always forget how strong he is, all that hidden power and dexterity.  He clutches your hand with ungiving control, down between your legs, over your shorts, preventing you from going further.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says, his stern voice as affecting as a touch.  It makes you whimper.   

His hips shift.  His baggy shorts do little for modesty and you can feel him twitch with interest, stiffening against your backside.  You try to move your hand but he pins your wrist and says your name warningly. 

“I won’t touch you,” you whisper.  “You don’t have to touch me.”

“Other people are home—”

“Then stop talking and be quiet,” you say.  It is always easier to be brazen when you are arguing or asserting a point, so when he releases your hand, you slide it into your shorts without a second thought.  It is only once you’re there that you realize you don’t really know what you’re doing.  Your belligerence only takes you so far. 

Then Felix breathes a surrendering sigh.  He squeezes your hips with trembling hands and rolls away, onto his back.  You spill onto your back too and look at him.  You feel vulnerable and uncertain until he closes his eyes and touches himself through his shorts.  The sight makes it easy to stir a reaction under your clumsy fingers, watching his hand cup and stroke the shape of himself through his shorts.  You slip the other hand down there too, spreading yourself to your own exploratory touch.  You press and rub and circle, your heartbeat thundering erratically when he opens his eyes and looks at you. 

Your lips part but you withhold all noise, breathing hard into the dark as his hand dips under his waistband.  His eyes are cast low to where your own hands move under your clothes, your fingers moving more frantically than his lazy stroking. 

When you finally find a place and pattern that feels right, your breathing gets heavier, a soft whine slipping into your exhale.   His reflexes are quick as ever.  His arm slips under your head and curls around your neck, hand covering your mouth to catch the surprised yelp that passes your lips.

“Shh,” he says.

And for some reason that takes you over the building crest.  Your body curls, tight as coil even while a white heat unravels inside you.  You gasp into his palm, eyes closing, swallowing down your own sounds.   

You are still twitching with aftershocks when you grab his hand with your very wet fingers.  You are not thinking about that, you are still hazy and powered by instinct, prying his hand off your face. 

But he realizes it.  He makes another choked-up sound and looks at the closed door, his breathing coming out hard through his nose.  He pulls his arm back, closes his eyes.  His hand, wet with you, just hovers for a second. 

You watch him.  His mouth is open and his eyes are closed and his hair is falling in a messy sweep around his handsome face.  You are slow in your approach, giving him time to open his eyes, to see your own hand near his face.  

He exhales sharply and his eyes close tight.  He grabs your hand and pulls it to his mouth, your own sex pulsing with renewed interest when he licks across your fingers then lets two curl into his mouth, just resting on his tongue.  He finishes a second later, shoulders hunching and face screwed up, freckles dancing like a dark constellation. 

You bring your shaking hand to your own lips, tentatively kissing the fingers he had in his mouth.  He blinks his eyes open slowly, gazing at the ceiling for a second then looking at you.   When he sees you, your lips pursed against your fingertips, his mouth opens and closes with some unspoken thought, desperate to vocalize.   In the end he swallows it down and closes his eyes.   He nods sharply. 

“Okay,” he says, his voice ragged.  “Thank you.  Sleep.  You should…  You should.  Um.  I’ll just—”

He shakes his head and rolls out of bed, then darts into the bathroom.  The shower starts.   You look at your clock and see you have more than an hour to your alarm. 

You lay your head on your pillow but you do not fall back asleep.   

[yaniluvs]

ᥫ᭡. (한) : I LIKE IT ── your best friend and you might have to improv. in another yearly dance evaluation, which may lead to dancing to gg songs and something.. more?

𓍯 bsf!han ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ）719 ── ༯ DRABBLE, slightly proofread, dorky, rushed, kissing, corny flirting, dance crew au. ⸝⸝𓂃 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ my first work and post !! dec'24 me editing: the more i read it the more corny it seems, read at your own risk.. trust me guys, i improved in the further fics. heh comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

mm, thursday, the month of july, and.. rain. today was the evaluation for a competition; which happens twice a year.. yada yada yada, get selected. the theatre room filled with the buzz of multiple dance groups, waiting for their turn to go perform.

sat in the middle of the front row.. well, was the new judge, who seemed to be pretty scrutinising. on the stage, were the crew wannab, performing their routine, their moves in sync as you lead.

when the music stopped as their performance ended, the judge stood and began to call out names, selecting dancers to sit out and watch as the others performed again. this process repeated twice until only you and jisung remained on the dance floor.

the crew had exhausted their choreographies, and the tension was palpable; you stepped forward.

"could we have a minute?” you ask, breath slightly heavy.

the judge nodded, granting you a brief reprieve. "one minute."

you turned to jisung, your eyes sharp and focused. 

“what are we doing? we’re out of routines,” jisung whisper-groaned.

“we’re doing 'what is love?'" you state, implying to the song which you, very nicely knew that jisung adored. after all, you both always practiced gg dances after everyone leaves the studio.

jisung’s eyes widened in disbelief. "what? y/p/n, are you serious? there’s no w—"

the judge, his patience wearing thin, calls out. “hello? what are you guys doing?"

you sighed, gritting your teeth before turning, “lazing around like a sloth." you retorted. "patience, please? with all due respect, of course.”

the hall burst into bits of laughter, including security. though, you could make out the tiny smile escaping from the corner of the judge's lips.

you crossed your arms while turning back, your expression unyielding, rolling your eyes. "come on, ji, just channel your inner jihyo or something. i know you've got it in you." you shot, to which jisung responds with a glare.

"what? it’s that or nothing. now quit being a baby," without giving him a moment to respond and complain about it, you turned on your heels.

a little too quick, though.

you stumbled slightly; to which jisung's hands immediately went to your waist, steadying you. his breath fanned against the nape of your neck, "smooth move, boss." he whispered, smirking, your cheeks flushing a dark shade of red.

you cleared your throat, glancing at him but not being able to make eye contact. god. you then informed the staff to play the music.

soon, the music began. through the corner of your eyes, you could see the way jisung hesitantly moved, barely keeping up with you. to that, you shot him a wide, threatening glare, and he knew he had no choice but to step up. with a deep breath, he finally let go and danced with the same enthusiasm he had when you practiced alone.

your performance ended to a round of applause, and were finally allowed to retreat backstage. the moment both of you were out of sight, you turned to jisung, frustration bubbling over.

"holy christ, jisung, you idiot!" you bantered, lightly smacking his bicep. "what were you thinking out there?"

"ouch-" he groans. "please, don’t 'holy christ' me," jisung mocked your tone, rubbing his arm. "what the hell did you think? i would dance to a girl group song in front of the whole room?”

you shot him a glare, “it’s called versatility, ji,” you huff, “plus, we ended up eating it anyways.”

he pouted, “you are so paying f—”

before he could say another word, you grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. you did not know what in the world went over your head that made you stare at his pretty lips for a bit too long, then kissing him.

jisung, taken aback, was twisting internally. the suddenness of it left him breathless, his heart racing as their lips moved in sync. when you finally pulled away, you were both left gasping for air.

“holy shit, that was hot.” jisung breathed out, heavily, causing your cheeks to flush.

“you’re impossible,” you mumbled, your ears burning as he looked at you with a slight smirk.

"you know," he said, his voice slightly breathless, "you're kinda hot when you're bossy like this,” he murmured, his hands snaking to your waist. “i like it.”

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

pairing: chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!chan. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one isn't as angsty as some of my other skz sick!fics. reader is sick/feeling shitty (with her period). chan is an amazing and loving bf what can i say. slighttt mention of possession from chan (but in a cute way!!). pet names (affectionately). a LOT of fluff.

word count: 3.0k

summary: it's always at the most inconvenient of times that your body decides to gift you with your period- and this time around, it's during a moment when your boyfriend chan is busy in his studio. so surely, he won't have time to spare to comfort you, right??

a/n: i've already gotten quite a few requests to do chan next in my skz x sick!fics series, so here ya'll go haha! 😂 i think jisung is next up on the sick!fic queue, but we shall see..... 🫣 also, chan is literally the reason why i continue to live some days lmao he's such a big comfort and inspiration for me and i love him a lot and just want to protect him all of the time,, he's so precious to me ugh!!! 😩❤️

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 You knew that you shouldn’t have been interrupting your boyfriend since he had been diligently working in his office for most of the night. As soon as he arrived home from a long day at the company, he proclaimed that a spark of inspiration had hit him, and he needed to get his ideas down. 

 So, he stole away to his small studio that was just off to the side of your shared bedroom. The apartment you guys lived in was nothing special to look at, but it held a functional space where Chan could have his studio, and that’s all that mattered. Even if your bedroom was a little smaller than what you would’ve liked, you could put up with such qualms if it meant the love of your life had a comfortable space to work in. Plus, it was always nice when he chose to work from home and not at the company. Being at home with him, even if you guys were in two separate rooms, was enough to keep you more than happy and content. 

 This is why, the moment your symptoms grew to become almost unbearable, the pain shooting up from deep in your abdomen, cheeks flushing every few minutes with heat, limbs growing a little weak and fatigued, you found yourself just outside the door of Chan’s studio, knocking on the wood softly. There was a moment of silence on his end, and a bit of shuffling before you heard him usher you in. 

 As you entered the room, you were immediately soothed by the chill atmosphere that encased his studio. The dim led-lights glowed across the crown moulding of the high ceiling, casting a cool glow of blue on everything in the room. There were fuzzy blankets and silky pillows strewn across the large black leather couch that Chan had shoved into the corner of the room - the couch you two had spent much time on throughout your relationship. 

 And then your eyes flitted over to your boyfriend’s desk, which was decked out in all of the newest and greatest technology; fit with large speakers, three monitors, and a handful of keyboards that you had no clue what he used for.

 Your boyfriend was so focused on the screens in front of him that he didn’t even turn around to greet you. He was sitting up, spine-straight in his plush desk chair, leaning over one of his many keyboards and picking out certain notes on the keys. A large set of headphones was placed just beside him on the desk, which you supposed he had just taken off upon your presence. 

 “What’s up, baby girl?” He asked, voice coming out husky and low from being unused. You two hadn’t spoken since you finished dinner together, which was several hours earlier that night. 

 With a glance at the large metal-lined clock that hung close to his desk, you read that it was close to midnight. No wonder why you were so tired. It had been a busy week at work, and you had decided to lounge around the apartment all that day since it was a Saturday. Chan had been gone at work, occupied with schedules all day until he managed to get home relatively early for him - which was around eight in the evening - so he could have dinner with you before going straight back to work again in his studio. 

 Without saying anything, you trailed over to him. With gentle hands, you pried his arms away from his keyboard. You felt his eyes flutter from being trained on the computer screens to scanning down the length of your face. Silently, you moved so that you were sitting atop his lap, straddling his waist with your legs. You wrapped two arms across his broad shoulders, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Catching his scent, which was of musky body wash and deep fern. 

 Chan let out a soft chuckle as he snaked one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he used his other hand to get back to work. “What’s all of this about, darling?” He asked, his deep voice cascading close over your ear and sending a zap of energy to coarse through your entire body. 

 “It hurts, Chan…” You whispered, words barely heard over the catchy beat that was bleeding from the nearby speakers. 

 Your boyfriend’s entire body froze up just then, as he slowly brought you away from his neck and locked eyes with you. You saw concern dance there, darkening his pupils just slightly. “What hurts, sweetheart? Are you sick?” 

 Frantically, you shook your head. “N-No, I just… I have cramps.” You said in a meek voice. And finding it hard to hold his stare, your focus landed on the faintly glowing led lights that were strung around the room, washing your boyfriend’s skin in a kind of ocean-blue glimmer. 

 Then, you felt a few slim fingers move underneath your chin, tilting your head just slightly so that your gaze locked with Chan’s once more. “Is it that time of the month again, princess?” He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way. 

 Slowly, your hands found their way into his hair, absently playing with the black curls there as you bit down on your bottom lip in a nervous habit you always did when you were feeling uncomfortable. “Y-Yeah, kinda. It started after dinner.” 

 Chan leaned into your form at your confession, pressing his mouth against yours in a tender kiss, plush lips fitting atop yours perfectly. “What can I do to help you, my love?” His voice came out gravelly as he gave you another handful of kisses. "What do you need from me right now, hmm?” 

 Never in your life had you had a man who cared so fucking much about you. And you knew that it wasn’t just out of obligation because you guys were dating. No, this man sitting right in front of you cared for you wholly and ardently because he wanted to. He took pleasure in it, and it filled him with so much happiness when he saw that you were happy. 

 “I… don’t know,” your voice trailed off into silence as your heart raced from his kisses. Chan yanked his head away from you, a tiny smirk cracking across his face at the sight of your pink-tinged cheeks. His dear kisses always did that to you- always stirred the vat of love that was hidden just beneath the surface of your veins.

 He swiped a thumb across your warm flesh, “Oh- is my baby blushing?” He laughed softly. You felt both of his hands come around your hips then, fingers squeezing at the skin that was exposed between your tank top and short shorts. 

 “No, it’s just a h-hot flash.” You mumbled in a tiny voice. But already, your face was giving you away - as a furious shade of crimson bloomed across both of your cheeks. 

 And all at once, Chan was standing up from his chair in one fluid movement, grasping onto your waist and yanking you close to him as he moved. You squealed in surprise at his sudden change in position. “Chan, what are you doing?” You asked around a hearty laugh, clutching on tightly to his shoulders as he trudged through his studio and towards the bedroom. 

 “Taking care of my girlfriend, that’s what,” he began as he neared your shared bed. He gingerly placed you down atop the downy mattress, taking a nearby woolly blanket and tucking it all around your body. “Now, you stay right here, and I’ll be back with all of the goods in no time at all.” 

 You dramatically rolled your eyes at that, “Don’t make a huge production out of it, babe. I get this every month, I'm used to it.” You called after him as he hurried to the bedroom door again. 

 Turning around to face you in the doorframe, he leveled you with a deep frown, “And you don’t make a big production out of me helping you, baby.” 

 You felt a satisfied smile erupt across your face just as he closed the door behind him. You turned onto your side, burrowing down into the blanket as your heart beat wildly. It galloped in the pit of your chest because of your boyfriend. 

 Because even though he had been so busy with work, even though he had been extremely focused and in the middle of a creative spell, he somehow managed to pull himself away from all of it to take care of you. To go out of his way and help to make you feel better. And if that wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was. 

 Sometime later, Chan was back in the bedroom, clad with a bag bursting with various items. He plopped down beside you, offering you a meek smile as he began to pull out the various things he had retrieved to… make you feel better. He plugged in the heating pad that you always used during the special time of the month, and turned it on, positioning it atop your lower stomach that was still covered in the large blanket. 

 You rifled through the bag of goods at your side, eyeing the huge bag of salty chips, a dark-chocolate bar, a box of toffee cookies, and a chilled bottle of green tea. Staring up at your boyfriend, you flashed him a cheeky grin. “All of this for me, babe? You didn’t have to… I would’ve been fine with just the chocolate.” 

 He leaned forward then, carding a few fingers through your hair gently and pushing the locks away from your face. “Of course, baby girl. Want to help you however I can…” He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before yanking his lips away from your warmed skin and staring down at you with a serious expression painted across his face. “Have you taken any medicine yet? For the pain?” 

 Grabbing the hand that wasn’t currently playing in your hair, you threaded your fingers through his, marveling at the way that his large hands practically dwarfed yours in size. “Yeah, I took some as soon as I felt the pain come on.” 

 “Good girl,” your boyfriend said in a quiet tone. You pulled your attention from your intertwined fingers and noticed him staring down at you with a… peculiar look. 

 “What?” You asked, squeezing his fingers a little bit with your own. A sardonic kind of smirk widened across his lips. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” 

 “Because…” He began in a light, charming voice, “I know that you feel shitty right now, but I can’t help but think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world.” Your boyfriend pressed into you then, giving your lips a tentative kiss. “And you’re all mine…” 

 You whined against his mouth, “Don’t say things like that or you’ll literally be the cause for me breaking out into ugly sobs... you know how much I can't take sentimental stuff when I'm on my period.” 

 Chan laughed deeply, giving either of your cheeks warm kisses before moving away from you slightly. “Well, we can have none of that.” He shifted on the bed so that he was lying beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and into his side. 

 The heat that his body always seemed to radiate did something to your heart - soothed an ache that was throbbing deep in your bones, in your lower stomach. “What are you doing?” You tilted your head up so that you could see his face. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he turned on the flatscreen tv that was placed just in front of your bed. 

 “I’m picking out a comfort movie for us to watch.” 

 “Why? I thought you had to work to do - inspiration calling, and all of that.” 

 He stared down at you, pupils slanting just a tiny bit at your insinuation that he’d rather work at that moment than spend time with his one and only girlfriend. “Baby girl, you should know me enough by now to know that I’m never going to leave your side when you’re feeling even a little bit bad.” 

 “Is that a forever promise?” You rose an eyebrow at him. Forever promises were something that the two of you had come up with early on in your relationship. They were promises that you made each other only on occasion when you truly meant them and would do anything to keep them. It was a sweet, unique gesture that you two had started, and something deep inside of you always melted whenever Chan brought it up. 

 “Do you want it to be one?” The man looking down at you asked, a knowing light flooding into his dark-brown eyes. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already promised such a thing a long time ago…”

 You hit his chest playfully at that, a zap of energy running down the length of your spine at the hard muscle that your fists found there. “You’re so stupid,” you laughed, nuzzling into his side, the heat from the heating pad already beginning to soothe the aches that were radiating from deep inside of you. 

 “You never answered my question, princess.” 

 Your eyes found his against in the dim room. The only light that was switched on was a floor lamp that was shoved into a corner, near the tv. It cast a kind of ethereal glow against your boyfriend’s skin, shining against his midnight-black curly hair and darkening this sharp jawline in shadows. 

 You swallowed, once. “Okay, fine. I want that to be a forever promise.” You rolled your eyes at him, but in reality, you both knew that you weren’t annoyed to give the request in the least bit. Forever promises were reserved for very special occasions- when the two of you wanted to reiterate something. 

 And it seemed like Chan was very keen on doing so just then. 

 Placing a hand over his heart, he closed his eyes and canted his head to one side, speaking in a low, gravelly voice. “I, Bang Chan, solemnly swear with a forever promise, that from this moment onwards that I will never leave your side no matter how bad you’re feeling.” 

 It was stupid, really. The promise. 

 But still, it cast butterflies across your stomach. 

 It forced a big, idiotic grin to spread on your lips. 

 And then you were dragging Chan into you, offering him a soft kiss. “And I forever promise that I’ll do the same thing for you whenever you need it the most.” When you tore apart, he was mimicking your smile. 

 Just like that, you two settled down into the thick duvet coverlets of your bed, focusing on the comfort movie that Chan had chosen for the two of you to watch. It was some cheesy rom-com that you had already seen a dozen times, but he knew how much you loved it, and how watching it helped get your mind off of the pain that was flowing through your body. 

 Throughout the movie, your boyfriend would lean over and press fervent kisses atop your head, or squeeze your hip a little tighter with his fingers. He’d feed you the snacks that he had bought, laughing every time you let out a moan of delight from the way that the sugary and savoury foods filled your belly with both happiness and contentment. 

 And when the exhaustion began to take over your body, and your eyes started to feel heavy, you snuggled deep down into the blankets and covers, enjoying the soothing presence of your loving boyfriend right by your side. 

 With his gentle fingers playing through your locks, the movie faintly playing in the background, your tongue sweetened by the snacks, and the dim lighting throwing everything into a warm kind of glow of happiness, you were completely at peace at that moment. 

 “You tired, baby girl?” Chan asked, speaking after a long while of silence between the two of you as you focused on the movie. 

 Nodding your head slowly, a yawn escaped past your lips. “Yeah, kinda…” Your voice trailed off, as your breathing deepened somewhat, limbs growing loose from the sleep that was upon the forefront of your mind. 

 “I bet you're tired, you’ve had such a long week at work, and on top of that, you’re body’s now going through its monthly cycle,” your boyfriend said in a whisper, his tone radiating across your ears, reaching down to a part inside of you that needed to hear his soft words at that moment. “Go to sleep now, darling.” His fingers continued to message at your tender scalp, lulling you into a listless kind of state. 

 “Will you be here when I awake?” You mumbled, your face turned sideways so that your cheek was resting against his muscular chest. It rose and fell slowly with each deep breath that he took. 

 “Of course, baby. I’ll always be here when you awaken.” He replied in that rumbly voice of his, the baritone of it vibrating against your ear. Then, you felt him shift against you, pressing a warm kiss atop the crown of your messy-haired head. “I love you, always.” 

 And you fully turned onto your side then, hiding your meek smile with the fuzzy blanket that was draped across you. As you cozied up into your boyfriend, the heat that was radiating off of his body cast a magickal spell over you. 

 An ethereal, beautiful kind of sleeping spell. 

 As your eyes drooped closed, your heart slowed down, and you succumbed to the dark waves that had been lapping against the sides of your mind for so long. And soon, you were riding the clouds of dreamland, with the love of your life - the warm, strong, comforting, safe person with a warm body sitting just beside you in the quiet calm of the night. 

 Always your anchor, always your help, always your only eternal love. 

 Fin. 

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