#sane!jihoon

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

hey nana!!! i read your mingyu, wonwoo and the chan, seungcheol, soonyoung smuts and i loved it!!!<3 i'm wondering if you could write a smut about my biases which are soonyoung, wonwoo and jihoon since after caratland i LOVEEE wonwoo with his glasses and how soonyoung and jihoon looked:) maybe have it like be vanilla? or it could be vanilla leading to hard sex which would be awesome,, i'm fine with anything!!! tsym nana!!💞

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Pairing: fem!reader x wonwoo x soonyoung x jihoon

Genre: smut

Word count: 5.8k

tags: mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, break ups, mention of cheating, swords crossing, cum swapping, cum eating, double pen, breast play, oral (giving and receiving), double oral(?), act of video recording sexual acts, praise kink, degradation, pet names (princess and baby), unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: The subway train? The bullet train? The soul train?? No...the only way off of heartbreak city is the Homie Train. Translation: do not spare a single one of your ex's friends. You will have to fuck every one of them. It's a guaranteed way.

author note: i kind went wild, i did my thing, i lost myself in sex, im here. with more filth. ha. haha. im ok, I promise. no I'm not

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

“Hae is a jerk. You’re better off.”

He did it over text. “We should see other people,” it said and all of a sudden, tears burned your eyes while your hands were scorching to the touch. You had an inkling this would happen but were not thinking it’d be this soon. Your boyfriend–well, now ex–always made you feel like you were never enough or didn’t care to put in effort despite the fact you were.

It perhaps started around your anniversary when you had planned a date night for just the two of you. Shock drew on your face when he entered the location with not only himself but his friends to follow, three in fact. 

Wonwoo, a fellow gamer he met through gaming tournaments and PC cafes. Soonyoung, a guy he met at an EDM concert around a year or two ago and never left. And finally, Jihoon, Soonyoung’s friend, someone just as uncomfortable as you were.

You pulled your boyfriend aside, saying you had only planned it to be a couples' night. It was then he insisted they’d only be here a short while. You’d still have their couple's night, and everything would be fine. But not a word of ‘anniversary’ once came up in the conversation. You should’ve known since then.

They had to have been the genuinely nicest guys you’ve ever encountered. No partner was perfect, but getting to know all three guys made you realize your boyfriend was far from it. Perhaps even the worse of the bunch. While Hae was preoccupied, Jihoon politely and quietly apologized. One, for overhearing your conversation, and two, for intruding on your night out.

You dismissed it, although bitter from the interruption, said what’s done is done and that you were still having a good time. It was the truth. Hae’s friends made good company, trying to make sure you were drinking enough water, eating enough food, and entertaining you just as much as they were each other.

At the end of the night, they were the ones insisting on getting you home early after your boyfriend rejected taking you home himself. 

You had done a lot of thinking since then, wondering how you came to this, when you realized they had followed you on social media, a universal sign of friendship. You talked with them more comfortably over time, seeing them almost as often as you did Hae, and eventually, they became your friends too. Despite that, your romantic relationship never improved and here you were, a blubbering mess in front of your new friends.

Wonwoo continued to hand you off tissues while Soonyoung pulled back your hair from covering your face. Jihoon, on the other hand, surfed Netflix for revenge movies that would take your mind off their stupid friend, if he could even call him that.

“Do Revenge, John Tucker Must Die, Carrie. Any of these sound appealing?”

“Why are they all high schoolers,” you asked, sniffling.

“Because teenagers are the most conniving, manipulative creatures on planet Earth. That's why they’re so good at revenge stories. Thought you could enjoy blowing off steam.”

You shook your head, blowing your nose into the cushion felt of the tissue before tossing it in a pile you made before they got here. “They all sound awful. Can’t we just skip to the end of The Glory when she finally gets her revenge on all of them?”

“No way,” Soonyoung retorted, “I just barely got through the curling iron parts. I can’t just skip…or I guess we could.”

He flipped the switch immediately after seeing the pitiful look on your face, caressing the side of your head to hinder any more tears from falling.

“We’ll do what you want,” Wonwoo assured, “as long as you start feeling better.”

He gave you your last tissue, and you mouthed a thank you before Jihoon put on the dark drama and you joined together on the couch. They made the process more manageable–not any less heartbreaking–but you couldn’t understand why it had hurt so hard. He had friends he treated well, better than you’ve ever seen. Why couldn’t he have done the same for you? 

You hadn’t planned on it, but the sun had gone down, and you were still accompanied by these three men, two deep in sleep. Meanwhile, Wonwoo had gone off to get himself water. “Want a cup?”

You trodded towards the tall man, still slumped from your emotions but accepting his glass as he poured himself a new one. “You guys didn’t have to come over.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

You shrugged, “You were his friends first, I don’t know. Isn’t there bro code or something?”

He scoffed, “I think in these situations, we can figure out who’s in the wrong, and you’re perfect.”

Now it was your turn to scoff, finishing off the rest of your water before placing it to clean in the sink for your future self to clean. “If I’m so perfect, why would he break up with me?”

“I just told you. You’re perfect. Hae isn’t. He’s an idiot.”

“Wonwoo, he’s your friend.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about anymore,” he said, placing his empty cup next to yours.

“So what? You’re gonna stop being friends with him because he broke up with me?” You joked half-heartedly.

He thought for a second before nodding. “Yeah…I think that’s the right response.”

You didn’t expect it. This man, feelings more platonic than anything for you, has shown more loyalty to you in the past few months than your ex did in the past year. The tears were finally starting to come back. Wonwoo responded quickly and embraced you. His enormous arms tugged you against his broad upper body, his chin hugging the curve of your head, like two matching puzzle pieces. “I’m sorry you had to endure him. You deserve more than tolerance. You deserve love and care.”

You sobbed harder, staining the fabric of his sweater.

“Y/n, is that you crying? Not again.” Soonyoung quickly came by your side, joining you while a sleepy Jihoon quickly followed behind and embraced you just the same.

You had never felt warm like this. Three guys that had no ties to you besides someone you had a relationship with, now hugged you like they never wanted to let go. Had you met any of them before your ex, you wonder if you’d be crying the way you were now.

You didn’t want the night to end, so you insisted they stayed the night. You let borrow some oversize clothes that could probably fit them snugly and cracked open a few drinks to buzz out the emotions.

“I blame Soonyoung. He’s an awful judge of character. Too trusting.”

Jihoon was already off his rocker after a counted two bottles of soju. He did mention he hardly drank, but now you were understanding why.

“How was I supposed to know he was an asshole,” the culprit questioned, losing it after one singular bottle. This was more alike than they’d like to admit. “He was an alright guy then. A dick to girls too good for him though.”

Your cheeks heated up hearing that, finishing up your first bottle. 

“Like he plays Valo, he truly fumbled the bag right here.” Wonwoo slightly stirred, but still stood taller than the rest of them. 

You waved your hands in front of them dismissively. “Guys, stop. He–hic–don’t trash talk him just because of me.”

“We’ll do what we want!” Soonyoung shouted. “He’s the one that screwed up first! Imagine a beautiful, nice, pretty, gorgeous, sweet person like Y/n comes…and you break up with them! Huh? Math is nonexistent. I always hated algebra.”

Soonyoung began nodding his head on your shoulder like a lonesome pet, pouting aggressively. “So bad. Hae stupid. Stupid. Stupid just like algebra.”

“Soonyoung, water please,” you requested, nudging the bottle in his mouth, and relieved to see him accept it.

“Yeah, he’s not drinking anymore,” Wonwoo twisted the cap on the bottle with any remainder left and set it aside in a place Soonyoung couldn’t reach.

You sighed, hot in places that could only be done with high intakes of alcohol. You fell back against the sturdy couch as your thighs scratched over the surface of your carpet. “I feel like I haven’t said thank you enough. So, thank you.”

“You’ve said it plenty,” Wonwoo chuckled, “but good to see you happier.”

“You know what I want to see,” Jihoon interrupted, “Hae’s face seeing that we’re here instead of with him at the bar like he asked us to be. Fuck that guy! Y/n’s out here crying, and he wants to go out? Fuck you, Hae!”

Jihoon was one emotionally unstable drunk. You had never seen him like this before. Out of all the guys, he may have visibly disliked Hae the most, and right now it was definitely showing.

Soonyoung hugged your body with all his strength, nuzzling into you. “He sucks. Stupid Hae.”

“Enough, okay. Let’s not talk about him,” you commanded, a small pout of your own forming.

“If I dated Y/n, I’d show how special she is every day,” Soonyoung blubbered. “Give her all the kisses she wants, take her all the places she wants, drive her home, just to wake up in bed with her.”

You lightly nudged the giggly drunk, “Aw Soon…”

“If it were me,” Wonwoo joined, “I’d plan date nights without inviting my friends and it’d be the nicest place in town, spoil her until she beats 3-month-old milk. Make her feel like the only girl in the world.”

You sighed out of embarrassment, covering your face so they couldn’t see the cheesy ass smile that was forming involuntarily. “Wonwoo–”

“I’d just love her.” Jihoon had finally started sobering up to the point his words were comprehensive, but even then he didn’t sound fully there, like truth serum was doing the lord’s work in a way. “I’d do what Hae couldn’t and give her the most love I could ever give because if it was one thing Hae got I was jealous of, it was her love and undivided attention. He wasn’t worth any of it. Now it’s gone to waste.”

That may have hit you the hardest, feeling the waterworks building up again. You got up from the ground to wrap snugly around Jihoon, feeling him stiffen underneath you but reciprocating after taking the moment to process. His hand came up your back in an awkward loop, resting his head on your forehead as he let you cry. He didn’t say anything, but he figured it was what you wanted.

“I love you all,” you sobbed, pressing your lips on the curve of his cheek abruptly. “You’re so nice to me.”

“Y/n,” Jihoon said, now fully sober and conscious of a less-than-sober woman smothering him.

“I mean it,” You kissed the other side of his face, “You’re all the kindest,” –kiss– “Sweetest” –kiss— “Most tender loving guys I’ve ever met.”

You were stamping the man's face all over until you were toppling on top of him. His hands grip the base of your shoulders from falling face-first into his, but now you were staring back into his rounded eyes behind his spectacles. Forehead beaded with sweet, adam’s apple shifting from a harsh swallow, and his shallow rise and fall of his chest against yours. 

Your head was telling you all the right routes to take before you took the compulsive one and kissed his lips, grinding yourself on top of him. Jihoon eyes shot open before trying to move his head, away from your lips, slowly realizing he was succumbing to them.

“Y/n–” 

“Don’t leave, Jihoon,” You softly whined.

He pulled you up from the ground to place you back on the front of the couch, a phantom of your lips on his. “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“You’re not in your right state of mind, Y/n,” Wonwoo intruded.

“Like I have been for the past years being with Hae? Like how I was so blind to see the signs of him….cheating on me?”

The surrounding men grew silent, unable to answer.

“You all knew–”

“We didn’t,” Jihoon denied, “We found out from Instagram. We were kept in the dark too.”

You let out a harsh breath, forearm pressed against your damp eyes.

“Fuck it,” Soonyoung spoke up in what felt like forever and pressed his lips against yours, finding you quick to respond.

You climbed against his lap before you started grinding, the salt of your tears slipping past your meshed lips. Your needy moans burned in the collective men’s ears, churning their stomachs, tightening their inseams, and Soonyoung became what they all envied. The outsiders scooted closer to the couple to get a clear view, heat radiating over their bodies hotter than any sun in the galaxy.

Only pure animal instinct ran through you, a longing to get off, gnawing at you like an insect. You ran your hand through his hair, pulling on it to emit his soft whines. Your abdomen tensed up, now pushing your weight against him until you could make the outline of his toned, fit body. 

He moaned your name helplessly, hands gathering the balls of your shirt into fists.

“Fuck me please,” you asked through weak whimpers, “Get him off me. Make him go away.”

At that moment, you knew exactly what you needed, sober or not. The image constantly ran through your mind of having dated one of them, any of them. They all would’ve had more potential of a happier future than you ever did with your ex.

Soonyoung completely understood, lifting your bodies from the ground and now on the couch. He shamelessly returned your kiss. His tongue moved at all angles for a taste, and the other men watched like the scene was a car crash, too mesmerized to look away, all while readjusting the discomfort in their pants.

Bothered by their needy presence so close, you pull away from Soonyoung to reunite with Jihoon, feeling more complacency than the initial kiss you shared. You cupped his face gingerly, stroking his soft features before taking his glasses off his face and placing it on the coffee table. 

Meanwhile, Soonyoung felt your skin smooth under his palm, tasting the tenderness of your neck. His hands crawled up your back, pawing at the band of your bra before releasing the clasps, your breasts falling gently from the lack of support. Slipping under the underwire, he kneaded your tender breasts, fingers finding your pebbled sensitivity before squeezing, your moans running up your throat.

Wonwoo kneeled with his face toward your back, hands following up your sides as his lips trailed up your spine in soft wonder. The whisper of his breath sends tingles to your body and you arch your back in surprise. This doesn’t scare you, as right now you showed no protest, but his hand hover over the top of your sweats, lightly pulling at the elastic. Cautiously, he slid past the thick material to find your folds, drenched under a mess of your own making. Vicious and thick under his fingers, Wonwoo groaned in your ear. “God, look how wet you are…”

You gasped against Jihoon’s lips as Wonwoo’s finger made himself slip up your fold, a thick layer of film wrapping around his fingers like honey. You shuddered before Jihoon grabbed your head and kissed you deeper, his free hand lost in the depth of the jeans he wore. It was all of the best world together happening simultaneously and now you couldn’t imagine having anything else like it.

“I need to be in you so badly,” Wonwoo grunted, pushing himself up the end of the couch to retrieve friction to his groin.

His fingers dug deeper inside, thumb caressing your clit, as his teeth grazed your skin. You pushed your weight into Soonyoung’s lap, feeling his cock throbbing beneath you. Flushed, you tore your shirt off, exposing your torso for others to worship, and that they did.

Their hands are entangled with your frame, wrapping around every surface of sweet skin. Slowly, one by one, each of them began to tore off the clothes, exposing themselves. Bodies on bodies of fire, inflamed with unbridled lust, determined to make all parts of you quiver under their touch. 

The couch wouldn’t have enough surface area, so they moved you to the bedroom. Jihoon’s hands were on your hips, and his lips peppered the nape of your neck. Soonyoung held up your front, latched on to your face with swollen lips. Meanwhile, Wonwoo closed the door behind them, stalking a beat later to enjoy the show.

Your bodies collapsed on the mattress and Soonyoung parted from you to allow Wonwoo access. Wonwoo towered over you, knee bent between your legs, lips languidly moving against yours. “What do you want?” He asked, kisses sweet and heated, “Let us give what your dumb boyfriend couldn’t.”

“Say the word, Y/n,” Soonyoung added, kissing your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and down your arm, “What will make you feel good?”

“Just…” you expelled desperate breath, “Fuck me, please.”

“You have to tell us, beautiful,” Jihoon’s fingers laced through your other hand, kissing the back of it, “What wouldn’t–or couldn’t–he do?”

“...eat me. He couldn’t eat me.”

Wonwoo grinned, “I’ve got that covered.”

You felt him kiss down your stomach, the pads of his fingers pressed into your flesh. His hands began to part your divide, lips tickling your inner thighs. You felt teeth, followed by relieved sighs as his fingers delicately brushed on your raw heat. “Of course, he couldn’t handle you. He wouldn’t know such a pretty pussy if it slapped him across the face.”

His lips gradually moved to the center, wrapping his lips around your entry as his eyes stared back at you like a deep void sucking you into its endless pit. His tongue licked your walls, earning a soft jump from you as Soonyoung and Jihoon help you down by your arms. A moan escapes your closed lips, your teeth driven into your bottom lip in anguish.

“She likes it,” Soonyoung commented amusedly.

“Well, I’m sure anything is better than that asshole…But Wonwoo doing it for you? His mouth feels good on your wet, needy pussy?”

Salvia caught in your throat, you fused into the sheets, “Fuck yes.”

Wonwoo chuckled against your skin before he faced you deeper, burning himself in your arousal until he was sure he’d drown in it. You were like honey on his tongue, rich and pure. Eating you out gave him all and more pleasure than a thousand hand jobs by a thousand of hands. You were pure ecstasy that had been forbidden from the very moment he laid his eyes on you. 

The only reason why he stayed friends with your ex for so long was his inner circle, including you. He endured every trash talk, every shit game, every extra hour session to improve Hae’s shitty hand coordination. It was worth it, at least now it was.

“He must be having a full course down there, you sound amazing,” Soonyoung whispered in your ear, hand fondling one breast, while Jihoon had the other. His lips were eating at your pebbled skin.

Your high only rose taller, your body tenser, and you can feel your skin swell up in heat as you clenched around Wonwoo’s tongue. Your climax gushed out of you like tree sap, coating his mouth in your warmth, dripping down from his lips to chin. He tasted what he only dreamt of, ecstasy and clouds. Only filthy.

He reached up to land your taste in your mouth. “How is it? Delicious, aren’t ya?”

“My turn,” Jihoon claimed your lips a second after, envy stemming from his lips as he tasted you himself. His stomach coiled over the filth in your mouth, pouring the thought of ruining you in his head. His cock throbbed at the image of being choked from your sopping cunt that he could only imagine felt good as it tasted. “I’ll get condoms.”

“Don’t.” You stopped, staring back into the man’s eyes in pleas. “I want to feel you, please.”

“Us? All of us?” Jihoon asked to confirm.

You gave him a definite nod, “I’m clean…and I’ve never let him touch me raw ever.”

“Are you sure, princess?” Wonwoo now asked, painfully aware of the offer hot on his fingertips.

“I-I trust you. Please…”

They briefed in quiet thought before agreeing, surrounding you at all sides. You reached up for Wonwoo, pulling him back on you with his cock thick and hard between his legs. Your hand went to claim him in your grip, stroking him from base to tip, the bulging veins up his shaft tingling at your fingertips.

“Careful there,” he cautioned, grinning, “you’ll make me get too excited.”

“That’s what I want,” you mused.

“Looks like Y/n is a little tease,” Soonyoung chuckled. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish.”

Jihoon came to your side before laying a hand on your pussy, lathering your moisture between his fingers and stretching open your folds. The curve of Wonwoo’s cock stood perfectly aligned at your entrance, wetting the head with a delectable sheen. He pushed himself in, savoring the safe haven that was your walls. It was the perfect stretch to his girth and he groaned at the plush felt, practically melting all around him. “Shit…”

“Look how good that pussy takes his cock, Hoon,” Soonyoung spoke, jaw dropped.

“Such a good little pussy,” Jihoon agreed, rubbing your clit, teeth tugging against your earlobe, “You’re gonna make me cum with how mouthwatering you look.”

You buried your grip in the sheets, head throwing as the plunge of Wonwoo’s cock, and you barely made out your request. “P-Phone…”

“Why do you need your phone,” Soonyoung asked in interest.

“S-snap…Hae…”

They were all shocked at first at your request, but pulled up the Snapchat app on the phone anyway, waiting to give you a signal to record. You then added on to the request, “Soon—Mmh—say some n-nice things before sending it t-to him…”

He turned a cheeky grin before pressing record. Wonwoo thrust in you deep, groaned louder, fucked you faster, and naturally spilled obscenities from your lips that ‘putting on a show’ wouldn’t be necessary. His hands roughly pulled your hips to him, as if to use you, bending you to his will, and fuck, did it feel good.

“You see this shit?” Soonyoung mocked. “That’s what fucking sounds like, you moron. Probably never heard her make those sounds before, have you? Funny enough, she likes raw cock, just not yours.”

You let out a guttural moan as Jihoon played with your tits. His teeth scratched up against your breast before biting, sucking, and moaning. You whispered in his ear something only he could hear it’s not long before he does as you asked, dangling his cock in front of you with bent knees. You grasped his shaft, tugging on his skin before fitting him in your mouth, pushing through your soft gags, and taking him deep in your mouth.

Jihoon sounded satisfied just as he looked. He put his hands in your hair before bobbing your head against him, his cock deep-throating you until you’re forced to breathe through your nose. He felt full and thick inside you, itching down the depths of your throat.

Soonyoung pulled the phone closer to you, just hornier watching you at work while he was at work. “Look. At. That. She’s taking his cock so fucking good. What a good girl. So fucking pretty–You’re such a stupid bitch, Hae. I hope you know that by now you never deserved her.”

Soonyoung’s thumb comes into the frame to wipe the overwhelmed tears in your eyes, while your delicious moans were muffled by Jihoon. “His cock taste good, baby?”

You nodded, whimpering as Jihoon tugged you harder, forcing your eyes on him. 

“Better than Hae’s?” Jihoon thought to ask, to which you nodded again, only more gingerly as you caressed his bare abdomen.

“Yeah, because Hae’s a little bitch,” Soonyoung egged. “You’ve got to be incredibly stupid to fucking lose someone like this. Well, bye now. Gotta get back to fucking your hot girlfriend–excuse me.” He turned the camera back on himself, visibly stroking his cock—veiny and hard. “Your hot Ex-girlfriend.”

He threw a farewell middle finger before sending it to him and tossing the phone aside. He caressed your head, “How’s that?”

You nodded, a bit too distracted to give a more definite answer.

“Good, now focus on orgasming, hmm?”

You saw Soonyoung’s cock, hard and in its lonesome before tending it, still stroking Jihoon’s. You alternated between the two for a period, letting both feel the inner working of your mouth. It was until you got enthusiastic that you rubbed them against each other, lathering each other your saliva. Their collective moans drowned out other sounds in the room. Vein to vein, shaft to shaft, head to head. With your tongue in between or licking up their lengths, their cocks gilded against each other as smooth as butter.

“Fuck, why does that feel good?” Jihoon whined, still drunk enough to admit some truth.

“Admit it, Hoonie, you like me,” Soonyoung teased between his moans.

Both your hands held them together, stroking them as if they were one. You could feel them bursting with arousal. It was orgasmic to see them cross, but not as much as it was taking them both in your mouth simultaneously, stretching your lips from corner to corner. They may have not pushed far, but your lips wrapped around them so bound and tight, it was more than they could’ve asked.

“Yes, shit…Just, like that, Y/n...You’re driving me insane right now…”

“Taking our cocks so beautifully, baby…Being perfect, good slut…Mmh, spit on it…that’s it…Take us deeper, baby…so fucking good.”

Wonwoo may have amped up his pace for the camera, but he was afraid to lose it. Taking the sides of your legs, he held them up to his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, bottoming out in you. Your moans vibrated up the two men’s cock, one more sensitive than the other, making Jihoon curse at his limited patience. “Shit…so close…”

“Oh, Y/n…shit…fuck, I’m gonna cum too.” Wonwoo shut his eyes tight, attempting to resist the best he could but for him, the tides were too strong. 

Wonwoo doubled over, wailing about his impending orgasm before he released inside you, hot and inevitable. You clenched into the heat, feeling it invade the depth of your core until it meant you were full. It was too late for you to stop your own crash of arousal that followed immediately after. Meanwhile, Jihoon, not wanting to make the same mistake, pulled out of you a string of salvia routing from your swollen lips to his swollen cock. He cupped the side of your cheek, smiling a tired smile, and kissed your face as Soonyoung was still in your mouth. 

Unlike his friend, you milked Soonyoung dry, carnally taking every drop of his load he squeezed out between in his deep, aching groans. Either of his hands collapse the side of your head, pushing your lips against the base before dropping it inside you. “Take it, baby, swallow my cum.” Pockets full of cum lumped the column of your throat and traveled like an assembly line as you swallowed.

“Y/n…oh my god, like that…every drop….”

Eventually, positions shifted. Your lips connected back with Jihoon, while Soonyoung covered your backside, eating your pussy like it was the best thing in the fucking world. “Your pussy is the best thing in the fucking world.” He really spoke his mind.

Soonyoung proved himself to be a messy eater, tongue fucking you sideways, while the remainder of Wonwoo’s cum and yours slid all over his mouth. He felt it dribble down his chin, down his neck, even his chest. He was so turned on by such a filthy feast, it made him easy to find his cock. Thrusting and fisting himself, he edged his patience with quick brief intervals, stopping abruptly as soon as he felt close.

Jihoon smiled against your lips as he clashed with your tongue, fighting for your attention with his hands through your hair. “He feel good, hmm? I’m about to make you feel better. Come here.”

You did as he ask, Soonyoung’s lips following after, until the head of Jihoon’s cock prodded at your entrance, wet with teasing. Your whines, barely audible in the kiss, soon melted like milk chocolate, and Jihoon’s cock eased inside you just as easily as it eased out. He thrusted in you at an achingly slow rhythm, while Soonyoung’s eyes followed the motion like memorizing a dance. 

“I wish you could see from this angle how she’s taking it.” He spread your cheeks apart, and the gap of your warmth fluttered at the draft the second Jihoon pulled out. “You look fucking delicious, Y/n.”

Soonyoung gave you both a subtle signal before whipping his cock, angry and red at being left out. He steadied your body, Jihoon’s cock insistent on being inside, but that was no problem. Soonyoung teased your preoccupied hole, lubing himself with the pre-made mess, and eased himself in. He now felt what he could only describe as solid euphoria, breath-stealing and innate perfection.

Your molten walls melted around their cocks, and their deep, merciless plunges fill the every crevice of your body, as your back came in a perfect arch. Moans stayed stuck in your throat, trembling in a pleasurable ache. You lost yourself in the fullness you felt letting them fuck you and use you like the toy you’ve become. “F-fuck yes…more please…don’t stop…”

Jihoon moaned after you, lips puckering in pleasure. His head dipped back in the sheets, feeling like he was having sex for the first time all over again. A new, foreign feeling that makes him feel like seconds away from cumming. In soft whispers, he begged for it slow, swallowing his whimpers but showing weakness obvious weakness. It made you absolutely insane. You were the one taking two dicks in you but Jihoon made it feel as if you had to worry about him. You tenderly caressed his cheeks in solace, reassuring him the way you could that you’d take care of him.

Out of your peripheral view, you hadn't noticed Wonwoo until he started talking with his phone in hand. He approached the space above your head, recording the lewd view as his cock was came to your eye level. He tilted your chin up with his middle and index to meet his face, unadulterated dark lust oozing out of his eyes. “So pretty already taking two cocks. They fucking your pussy good?”

“Yes, so good…” you answered, taking every pounding.

“You know what I want, right?”

Your hands were already in his shaft, feeling how hard even after already came. “Yes.”

His hand brushed the top of your head, tugging it back so your eyes stared back into the camera lens. A corner of his lisp quirked up, slowly in a sinfully dark voice he commanded, “Take my cock, Princess.”

Soonyoung held you up from your side, while Jihoon reunited with your tits. Slowly but surely, you leaned in to welcome the head of his cock on your tongue, licking through the slit. In a lewd manner, your eyes drift in a dream-like expression. Your tongue trailing down his length before spitting against the shaft and coating your lips in a glossy sheen. 

“You really don’t get it, do you, Hae,” Wonwoo watched you through the screen, resisting the urge to not just completely fuck your mouth senseless at the moment, “Y/n was yours once, but she’s ours now. The difference is, we use our cocks right and put them in all the right places. You, however, will never know,” Wonwoo single-handedly wrapped your hair around his fingers in a makeshift ponytail, “what it’s like to be inside her again. We won’t let you.” from his grip, he pushed your head down to deep throat him, plugging the gap in which you’d normally breathe through.

Your eyes shut, tears burn down your cheek like liquid fire as you’re swirling your tongue around him before he pulled himself out, cussing under his breath. He zoomed in on your eyes, dazed and perfectly fucked, before sticking a thumb in your mouth, releasing a gleeful giggle. You looked like a new person entirely. Unrecognizable. Reborn. 

“Did you like that, princess?”

You let out a low purr, “Yes, Wonwoo…more please...”

He sent the video before tossing his phone away and finishing what he started. His cock made himself home in your mouth once again, now savoring the sensation. Wonwoo doesn’t hold himself back now, fucking your mouth despite any physical resistance your mouth may make. It made you feel alive, useful, and last but most important, wanted.

“You look so beautiful, Princess…yes, take our cocks. You’re doing a beautiful job.”

Their praises spoke to you like prayer, descending upon you like a light while committing sin. “Cum, on my cock, Y/n. I can take it,” Jihoon insisted, trembling under your touch. Soonyoung nodded in agreement, legs faltering as expected from going at you for as long as he could. Wonwoo was even starting to look like he’d give in. Bodies covered in a layer of sweat and sex. You were grateful to be gifted another climax, shuddering on top of the begging man while you managed through with limited oxygen. 

Orgasm after orgasm, they put you to ruin, and yet you never felt more on air. It felt like it went  on forever, but everyone moved with urgency. In the end, they pour their cum into you like it was your purpose, every hole of yours practically leaking with ivory honey. You collapsed on the body beneath you, his tone arms held you in place. He kissed you where Wonwoo left another mess of his and made love against your mouth, and not a thought of anything else.

They stayed the night as planned. Your bodies, now cleaned after a long, thorough shower, cradled against each other in your borrowed clothes. You fit together like pieces to a full picture, not one without the other. You worried about the aftermath the next day, awaiting the utter chaos that could follow, but realized it was your own imagination worrying you because things went as normal.

Smiles on their faces, tender and welcoming eyes, only at this point it made you warm all over, memories of last night flooding your brain.

The only difference was the hundreds of messages flooding your inbox from your ex, and the now deeply intimate connection you’ve made with a group that you only saw as friends. The same deep connection that had you cumming again that same morning.

[vitaminkyeom]

till death do us part

noun. [ˈdɛθ] for as long as we breath.

a series on horrors of love.

CURRENTLY WRITING : Alice in Wonderland [Jeonghan x Female Reader]

COMPLETED (1/13) : Telephone [Mingyu x Female Reader]

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A/N || This series will start from October and run till November end. This is my first horror series in this blog and i was wondering whether or not to write this because i'm so bad at writing horror fics so please give it lots of love! i hope you all enjoy this series.

↬ Seungcheol in  ❝ Stitches And Hearts ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seungcheol x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Frankenstein! AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || When life snatched away your lover from you, you were completely heartbroken. But there was no way you were going to let fate decide your life so you took matters into your own hands.

Or, in which, you were driven mad by grief but sane enough to get him back.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Jeonghan in  ❝ Alice In Wonderland ❞

╼ PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Angst

╼ SUMMARY ||  You wake up with your memories wiped out in a lonely house with a few other people, all in the same position. As you all try making your way out, you start finding out disturbing truths that maybe should have been left alone.

Or, in which, wonderland wasn't so wonderful when you realised what had exactly happened.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Joshua in  ❝ H(a)unted ❞

╼ PAIRING || Joshua x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Witch AU, Neighbour!Joshua

╼ SUMMARY || Moving into the cheapest house you could get your hands on was definitely not number one on your bucket list but maybeyour hot neighbour could make up for it.

Or, in which, history repeats itself but maybe it never died in the first place

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Junhui in  ❝ The Painting ❞

╼ PAIRING || Junhui x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Romance, Horror, The Picture Of Dorian Gray AU, Serial Killer AU

╼ SUMMARY ||  Wen Junhui was the most perfect man you could have ever fallen in love with and there was nothing more you could ever ask for him. Except, maybe wonder why he would never let you in his house.

Or, in which, maybe the man you were in love with was not as beautiful as he seemed.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Soonyoung in  ❝ Spirited Away ❞

╼ PAIRING || Soonyoung x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Ghost AU, Roommate AU, Romance, Angst, Horror

╼ SUMMARY ||  When you moved in with Kwon Soonyoung, you were a bit skeptical about rooming with a random stranger. But that totally changed when you finally met him and began to fall in love. Except maybe he wasn't who you thought he was.

Or, in which, your feelings were temporary, just like him.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Wonwoo in  ❝ Lights Out ❞

╼ PAIRING || Wonwoo x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Vampire! AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || All you wanted to do was loosen up a little after your exams. So what best place to relax other than a club right? Especially if there is a handsome stranger offering to buy you drinks.

Or, in which, your one night stand goes horribly, horribly wrong.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Jihoon in  ❝ Deep Sleep ❞

╼ PAIRING || Jihoon x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Incubus!Jihoon, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY ||  You knew you were a deep sleeper and that one day you would get into trouble for it but if you could wake up energetic the next day, who were you to complain? Until you started getting nightmares when you moved to your new house.

Or, in which, your nightmares were plagues by the same damn man.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Seokmin in  ❝ Death Do Us Part ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seokmin x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Succubus!Reader

╼ SUMMARY ||  Lee Seokmin was everything you had ever wanted in a man. Unfortunately he was too far away from your reach physically. Quite literally.

Or, in which, you were going to have Seokmin to yourself, no matter what.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Mingyu in  ❝ Telephone ❞

╼ PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, 911 Operator!Mingyu, Romance

╼ SUMMARY ||  Working the night shift as a 911 operator was hard as it is and the last thing Mingyu needed was those calls from his ex-girlfriend. Whom he had not seen in years. For obvious reasons of her being dead.

Or, in which, Mingyu kept getting calls from his ex girlfriend claiming that she had murdered him.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Minghao in  ❝ Jekyll ❞

╼ PAIRING || Minghao x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde AU, Horror, Angst, Romance

╼ SUMMARY ||  You had loved your blind date because Xu Minghao had put in so much efforts in both the dates he had arranged. Until his personality did a complete 360 degree on the third date. And you had considering breaking things off with him until you found a 'help me' note in his handwriting in your handbag.

Or, in which, the man you like might be playing Jekyll and Hyde with you.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Seungkwan in  ❝ Porcelain ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seungkwan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Porcelain Doll AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY ||  When Seungkwan's girlfriend goes back to her grandmother's house for a few days, he expects continuous messages from her. But instead of that, all he gets is a gift from her. A porcelain doll.

Or, in which, Seungkwan thinks you gifted him a doll from your grandmother's collection.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Vernon in  ❝ Sabotaged ❞

╼ PAIRING || Vernon x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY ||  There was something off about your boyfriend's house. You just could feel it. Determined to find out you decide to spend the night in his house.

Or, in which, you find out secret's you were never supposed to find out and now you'll have your revenge.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Chan in  ❝ Reaper ❞

╼ PAIRING || Chan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Grim Reaper AU, Serial Killer AU

╼ SUMMARY ||  All Chan wanted to do was lead a simple carefree life, leaving behind his past now that he had met you. But you, you on the other hand had some other plans for him.

Or, in which, Chan thought you were the one without realising you were actually the one.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

[passmethatcokezero]

hot and bothered... (18+ // woozi!friends with benefits au) pt.1

- jihoon x fem!reader - 2.7k words - warnings: smut. minors dni! bff!woozi is hot and bothered at work so bff!you came to the rescue, dry humping, blowjob, needy jihoon cos why not, made so quick cos I was missing him and he has been living in my mind rent free since the day i saw him on the carts ( i wasnt same since then and thoughts have been thunk so here's a fraction of those thoughts ), just a short one, but thinking of making a part two continuation. enjoy!

“You alright?” The silence breaks, as the words from your mouth betrayed yourself. You didn’t really want to speak first, although you did feel the air has now gotten a little lighter compared earlier.

It was Seungkwan’s stupid plan; the guys had been sick of staying up all night after hours of practice for a few days now just to please their dear producer. No one can seem to thaw him, moreso pinpoint where the tension is rooted from. Obviously, it was self-inflicted pressure. Jihoon can’t understand why nobody seems to meet his expectations lately and it got bad to the point of Seokmin blaming himself for what seemed like delays but aren’t as they still got plenty of time before the next comeback. Seungkwan, hurt, seeing his talented friend’s self-esteem chase tears down his cheeks, stepped up by calling you over because “maybe you can do something about your best friend,” as he said.

Jihoon sighed as he slumps his body deep in his chair. You’ve made your presence known since earlier when Soonyoung was trying to ease the tension but you kept your mouth shut or else Jihoon might explode knowing you’re just going to take the poor boy’s side who was even more in tears brought therein by your comforting strokes on his arm. “You came here for what exactly?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed at his words. “Seungkwan called me. For some reason I thought I was coming for a celebration and yet…”

Silence takes over once again. The boys had long been gone since Bumzu initiated that everyone should take a breather first, and secretly asking you to stay and maybe help clear up your friend’s mind. “I don’t even know why the boys kept on doing this, okay? Suddenly all the pressure’s on me whenever you’re acting up.”

You did not want to say it, but it had been a long day at work and hearing his snarky voice ticked you in a bad way.

“I am just tired.” Jihoon says almost immediately, as if not wanting you to say anything more. He massaged his temples and continued, “...tired as fuck.”

“But that does not excuse that kind of attitude!” you stood from the couch, rising with the tension inside the room. “You’re being too hard on the boys and yourself. Again.” You cursed under your breath, realizing the cringy tone that just left your mouth. The last time the same exact nagging tone came out, Jihoon’s anxiety was having a field day in his brain just like earlier, and you did not expect what happened after.

And then it came to you. Soon you were flooded with flashbacks from what happened that night: Jihoon aggressively pinning you by the door, meaning to actually open it and let you out, when all of a sudden you pulled him into an embrace in an attempt to calm him down, crashing your lips to his after a long eye-fucking, breath kissing when you caught him off guard, blushing from the sudden warmth. Not long after he responded, kissing you hard as if you were not just shedding tears arguing with him over his sharp words when you were just asking him to simply breathe during a heated exchange with Soonyoung over the phone. The kiss went wild yet slowly turned comfortable as he kept on apologizing, feeling your hot tears meet his burning red cheeks. You figured he needed it that time, like a de-stressor of some sorts, and so you let his mouth conquer yours as a way to help.

That kiss went longer than what friends could actually share. But if it's the only way to keep your friend sane that moment, you suppose you can let him use you as long as he is not going to be weird about it right after. Which he did, or so you thought.

Because that day never left his mind. He was not sure why you let him kiss you like that that night, nor why you did not even bother to ask about it days, weeks after. A bit hurt that it seemed like a casual thing for you, but for him it meant healing, washing away the anxiety clouding his thinking. That moment stayed on his mind unhealthily long, almost turned into songs he would never write and let you hear, even causing him to get wet dreams for quite a while. But of course, no one could know. Not about the kiss. Not even his budding feelings towards his best friend.

“Jihoon-ah…” you exhaled, turning his swivel to face you. “I can help, Just… tell me how..”

Both of you had the same thing in mind, he needed you just like that night. But why does he find it hard to admit it? 

The guy blushed in pink, avoiding your eyes at all cost, acting as if in deep-thought. “I…”

“Look at me,” he obeys in a second, but his eyes can't help but fall into your lips inches away from him. “Do you want…. my help?”

He nods subtly as an answer, but you can’t just accept that. You needed him firm, an answer to also clear your doubts about the way his eyes are glued to your lips, his ears blushed to the reddest of red, and the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when you leaned in closer: is he nervous because he’s uncomfortable? or was he nervous because you suddenly make him be?

“Yeah…” his breath hitches, the side of your lips upturns.

“Then say it—”

“I need you,” he reveals his innermost desire as he scrambles to his feet and catches your lips like he has been waiting for it for centuries.

Just like the first time, the kiss deepens instantly as you two found a comfortable position on the couch, you settling on his lap, arms around his shoulders. You two couldn't even care less if the door had been left unlocked when the people had left. It’s just your mouth sharing warmth with his; tongues dancing together in harmony. Just like the first time, he was craving for more, and he was able to relay that message when his teeth grazed at your lower lip, causing a moan to escape your lungs. He too groaned and by then you realized he is now rock hard underneath your heat, his thin shorts revealing himself to your clothed mound. 

“Fuck…” you did not expect yourself to be so turned on knowing you made your best friend erect just like that. All you did was wet kissing and well, maybe sitting right above his cock was what it all took.

You arched your back when you felt him squirm underneath you. He was definitely trying to move and find his rhythm, you thought, so you matched with his and rolled your hips against his erection.

“Damn….” he moaned so deeply with his hoarse voice. The friction between your clothed pussy and his bulge was enough to send you dripping to your core. Not even him, the most rational person you knew, can think straight at a moment like this: does he want to kiss your neck or pull you for another tongue wrestling? Does he want to tear all the annoying garments away from you? Does he want to set his cock free and let you sit on it, ride it if it’s too tempting for you? There’s one thing he knows though, he does not want to stop humping for now. The kind of pleasure the friction is giving him, plus the fact that he was doing such an erotic activity with not just any person but his best friend he had been fantasizing about lately was enough to send him nuts. He cannot even fathom what would happen if this escalates to something more, just having your warmth and your equally heightened libido had his focus on the now.

“You’re so hard, Jihoon.”

It felt so good and ego-boosting at the same time. Is he having a good time as well? He seems to like it as much as you do. His erection and hip movements to meet yours say it all: he wants you so bad and you feel proud someone actually desires you that much. When even was the last time you got laid? Was it a very long time ago? You aren’t sexually active yourself, and surprisingly, you’ve never been in a serious relationship as well. Maybe it wasn’t your priority, but having this heated session with your friend, you realized, you also craved to be touched, and be wanted. You wanted to be kissed deeply and ravenously, to be held possessively, and to be wanted as hungrily as how Jihoon was making you feel. Exactly as how Jihoon is obsessing for all that you are right now.

“Touch me. Please, Jihoon…” 

The dry humping must have had a drug, you thought. How come having all these annoying barriers on your skin makes all these way hotter than you thought it could be? Especially when Jihoon’s feisty hands made their way from your waist to the insides of your shirt while his sloppy kisses made their way to your neck. His cold hands cupping your breasts send electricity to your spine, causing you to moan out his name as dirty and needy as possible. Who could blame you, he was making you feel so good. His hands that created masterpieces are now invading your privacy, so sweetly yet so heavy with emotions. It was as if he was milking out lyrics to an explicit love song out of you, to match the melodies coming out of your lungs that harmonize with his.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he managed to say between breaths, as he enjoys playing with your now slightly free breasts that had slipped out of your bra. He is still a boy, you found that out long time ago, when you’ve caught him subtly staring at your chest during that one listening party night you were his plus one at a bar hosted by a producer friend and you just had to wear something skimpy and rather revealing, something to match the R&B vibe of the album. He did catch himself as well staring that time, and proceeded to lend you his suit because “the bartender was having the time of his life flirting with you," - went his alibi.

“Yeah? That’s why you wanted me so bad huh?—oh shit!” you moaned out loud when his hold on you became heavier, pushing you down to his hardened cock as if there were anymore spaces left in between.

Mouths agape, together you humped against each other's heat, only moans were resonating inside his studio alongside a minute sound of the friction cause by the fabrics.

“Fuck I think gonna cum, fuck,” Jihoon cursed, while his eyes were shut and his teeth gritted to concentration. “Fuck,” he humps against you harder as curses kept on rolling from his tongue, while your hips rolled faster to meet his tempo, moans pitched higher and higher. You were also close, and suddenly you were reminded this isn’t about you. You were helping your friend. And you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Wai-wha—what are you doing?” his voice sounded annoyed but you know better than to answer him. Legs folding on the floor as you positioned yourself in between his, not wasting time in pulling twice the constraints that were his shorts and underwear. His cock sprung healthily, all pink and angry, veins bulging out as if wanted to be traced by your tongue.

He hissed out of breath, confused if he wanted to surrender on the couch or look at you in a position he had only dreamt of once. 

No words need exchanging as you started sucking him off right there, mixing his precum with saliva, coating him down until your mouth can take. He had praises for you behind his teeth but all he could let out were needy guttural moans that translated how good you were making him feel anyway. You let his moans and the sight of him all sweaty and consumed fuck your system as the pool in your south continued to dampen your undies, the insides of your thighs getting ticklish, missing the attention it has gotten from him. Oh how badly you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, how badly you want him bucking his hips and drilling you so deep, how badly you wanted this thick cock of his inside you, stretching you oh so painfully yet so pleasurable.

“fuck… cant… anymore…” his shaky words were almost inaudible from all the dirty noises he was making, sounding even more gibberish while his body moved erratically to fuck your mouth, hands glued to your head to try to get his momentum, which did not take long as strings of cum exploded inside your mouth. You were quick to swallow, but most of his loads were still overflowing, racing down to your chin straight to your neck. It was one heck of a view, he thinks, as his chest heaves chasing his breath while appreciating a bit of the scene: his softening cock popping out of your mouth, before almost passing out.

“that was… really good.” it was probably an understatement to the euphoric climax he just had; his mind was still hazy from the release so he cannot find the correct words to tell you. But you were fine, the moans already sounded like praises to you. “That feels much better than I do with my own.”

“Of course it would,” you gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, and then dusting off the wrinkles on your clothes and adjusting your bra. “Takes two to tango.”

Confusion was then plastered on his face when you began fixing your hair and proceeding to face your back to grab your bag you left by the table. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving?”

“Who said you are?”

Somewhere in the room, his phone rings which he attentively checks. The name wasn’t supposed to annoy the hell out of him, but right now it almost spelled like a curse to him.

“You’re not leaving, please.” he grabs your hand as he takes the call from Bumzu. He knows you did not have your release, and he doesn’t want you carrying all that unreleased tension inside you when he himself had the best one tonight. 

You heard the other line asking how he was feeling now and that he had left something inside the studio and if it’s okay to go and get it. Jihoon agrees, not without a defeated sigh and a click of his tongue only you can hear.

“You know the passcode right? I think I’ll take my leave tonight, I don’t think I can wring anything out of my mind at this rate.”

You looked at him while shaking your head as a smirk forms on your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at him as if asking him what he was saying.

“Sure, actually we’ve been meaning to tell you that.” Bumzu seconds him, and asks about you right after. You heard him say Seokmin and Seungkwan had been asking if you weren’t busy and maybe hangout for a while as a way to thank you from earlier. Both guys had always been the sweetest among the bunch and although it was only out of courtesy, Jihoon can’t help but fume in jealousy, making himself lie to keep you in his (and ONLY HIS) sight for a while.

“She just left, I think she said she’s going for an early appointment tomorrow,” and ends the call soon when Bumzu bids his farewell and hopes of him getting well.

“I didn’t know you can lie to your brothers,”

“For an emergency yeah,” he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and now he was already leading you out of his studio to the elevator.

“You could just say you’re sending me home, that would sound a lot better,”

And then what, you finding out about how the guys had been teasing him about you since day one? Of course, he won’t let that happen. Not until he finds the time to finally be honest with himself and to you.

“So… my place or yours?”

-

stay tuned for part two for the hoo-haa ;)

a/n: updated! part two is up!

[babyleostuff]

Hey hey, i just randomly thought of this lol

I went out with someone today and idk my "protective" side came up like holding hands while walking and letting them walk on the inner-side of the road and always on alert mode, siren eyes and things lol (for some reason I wanna be on the receiving end but always end up being a giver-)

So how about the members reaction to it? Like them being taken care of!?

Idea maybe dumb but it just clicked to me, hehe

Get well soon bub ♡

um it’s definitely not dumb 🤚🏼 i love the idea (i decided to write short bullet points because why not)

also i love the protective ones, being protective is hot 😌 you’re slaying (although i get why you want to be on the receiving end 😔)

+ jealousy jealousy, because of the lack of my love life

➼ SEUNGCHEOL: a blushing mess, because we know that he likes being taken care of and he needs the attention AND HE IS A BABY (fight me). It would still take him by surprise if you ever did something like walk on the outer side of the road, but he would eventually switch sides because in the end he is the protector and the baby alpha.

➼ JEONGHAN: the urge to tease you??? immaculate. the urge to pinch your cheeks??? over the charts, only because he finds it so cute that you try to be the protective one 🥰 and you know what, fuck toxic masculinity, he’ll let you be the protective one in your relationship.

➼ JOSHUA: oh, his hearts skips a beat whenever he notices your small acts of “protectiveness” towards him. He never expects you to do so, and it always makes him so smiley, because you care about him that much??? to put his safety over yours??? and the fact that you do it almost unconsciously makes it even better.

➼ JUN: shy shy shyyyy. He loves your protective side, never comments on it though, but his heart eyes say everything - anyone of sane mind can see how smitten he is with you. But he loves being protected, and what about it haters.

➼ SOONYOUNG: gigglessss. This man is a softy, a softy for you, for anything you do - you simply breathe? perfect 🤌🏼 So seeing your protective side towards him??? everything he needs in life. He’d try to take over being the protective, but you wouldn’t let him :)))

➼JIHOON: okay this one is complicated. because yes, he’d very much appreciate being taken care of, and seeing you so protective over him, does things to him. BUT in the end i think he’d like to be the protective one.

➼ WONWOO: i don’t care how much of a hard dom you say he is, HE LOVES BEING PROTECTED AND TAKEN CARE OF. like, can you imagine his little cat smile and giggle, this man has me screaming. Yes, he loves being the protector, but he still goes insane anytime you do anything protective towards him.

➼ SEOKMIN: he has those massive biceps and for what, because he’ll still let you be the protective one (from time to time, he likes taking care of you way too much). Oh, the heart eyes he’d have for you 😍 also, i feel like at some point you’d fight over who should be the protective one.

➼ MINGYU: gym bro nr. 2 and the biggest baby of them all. It could go two ways - either he’s the protective one and you don’t have anything to say or “please take my hand” while crossing the street. The duality of this man makes him so difficult to write about, because you never know what he’s up to.

➼ MINGHAO: he’d try to be all resting bitch face, i don’t care BUT he loves you way too much to do that. It’s so precious to him that you take the role of being the protective one, because in his mind you don’t really need to do that, he’s right there??? to take care of you. Not this time Hao, let someone else take care of you.

➼ SEUNGKWAN: he’d fight, because isn’t he supposed to be the protector? but boo would quickly give up, he loves being a softy for you, and he wouldn’t mind being the protected and taken care of. BUT i feel like he’d also have this urge to protect you, i don’t know, but i see him as someone who is really protective of the people he loves

➼ VERNON: kind of chill about it? but then again, vernon is chill about almost everything. in his mind it should be 50/50, both of you taking turns being the protector and protected.

➼ CHAN: okay, my baby (he’s mine, fight me) would love to be the protective one. Like, we know how mature he is, + the fact that he’s the oldest in his family, he is a natural protector. OF COURSE he’d love and appreciate being taken care of and protected and whatnot, but he still, he’d prefer to be on the giving end.

in conclusion: these men are a bunch of softies

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[vindicated-truth]

Oh Jihwa's role in this show really is to call out everyone's bullshit.

She calls out Dongsik's bullshit. She calls out Jeongje's bullshit. She calls out Changjin's bullshit. She calls out each of Sangbae's and Jaeyi's bullshit. She even calls out Joowon's bullshit to Dongsik himself.

Technically she calls out Jihoon's bullshit too, she just didn't report him.

But then again to be fair, there was nothing to report, because technically Jihoon didn't do anything illegal. Technically it was the Munju police officers, under Jung Cheolmun's orders, who had also been acting under Han Kihwan's orders, who were pushing the line of the law by arresting Dongsik without a warrant—although that is also technically legal, specifically in South Korea.

Objectively, her role in the entire story is to be the only one among all the insane people with their even crazier actions to not be their enabler.

Good for her. Thank you, Munju Police Violent Crimes Unit One Team Leader Oh Jihwa, for arguably being the only sane person—or at least the only one making sane decisions—in the entire show.

[agender-witchery]

I've noped out of the PM-sphere for a bit, is project moon still morally bankrupt?

That depends on your interpretation of what they've done since. Project Moon's official story is that VellMori left of her own accord, didn't want attention, and that they massively flubbed their announcement. Now, I don't fully believe that, but I'll take them at their word for a second and say that nothing should have gotten to a point of VellMori feeling the need to leave of her own accord, they absolutely could have taken steps to protect her, and Watson too.

That said, it's a thing that happened, and past the like... first week? She wasn't going to return even if they gave her the option. No sane person would. Have they done anything reprehensible since then? Not to my knowledge. Are they a company I will unconditionally support? Not anymore.

But are they a company that's worse than like, basically every other games company I give money to, with the sole exception of maybe Larian? No, not really. It absolutely shouldn't be the case, but unfortunately "fired a woman for being a feminist" is not a uniquely terrible thing in the games industry, and while I theoretically could only purchase video games from indie developers with no controversies, first off Factorio was made by an indie developer with no controversies until they weren't, Minecraft was made by an indie developer with no controversies until they weren't, like I'm not gonna escape shitty people making games.

Ultimately, Kim Jihoon is a bad person who makes good art and this wouldn't be the first and probably won't be the last time I enjoy something like that. I just also take care to acknowledge that he did a shitty thing and not brush that under the rug for my own comfort.

So like, I don't know if they have or have not atoned for their sins because the people who play their games are not the people they have an obligation to in that scenario, but I do know that they haven't caused any further public controversies.

[sluttyminghao]

Congrats on 8k~ svt mtl who you think is great at dirty talk?

MOST

jihoon: this man is a clear top choice because he has a way with words, he knows exactly what to say to you that has your legs wobbling and opening

jeonghan

seungcheol

soonyoung

chan

wonwoo

seokmin

minghao

vernon

seungkwan

joshua

junhui

mingyu: he giggles when the word boob is mentioned, can't keep a straight face for more than 5 minutes and has to squeeze ur boobs periodically to stay sane

LEAST

[synthetickitsune]

omg could you pls do a woozi, seungcheol, mingyu, and wonwoo x reader 5some smut with whatever plot you want to do or pwp 🤣

Look... I tried and it was a challenge I couldn't defeat lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

S.Coups, Wonwoo, Woozi, Mingyu (SVT) | 5some smut | 1k | gn!reader

“Stop choking our pretty lil’ toy,” Seungcheol warns the man currently rutting his hips into your mouth. Saliva’s dripping down your chin and all you can think of in the progressively more pointless effort to keep sane is how glad you are that these are not your sheet.

“y/n likes it,” Mingyu grunts, “Don’t you?”

You can tell he meant for it to come out as condescending but it missed the mark and now that your eyes meet, you can see he’s actually looking at you for some sort of reassurance with his dark eyes and teeth biting into his lip, and sweat-damped hair, and fuck. You moan around the length in your mouth and without meaning to clench around Cheol’s dick - at least you guess so by the growl you hear. 

“‘likes it alright,” he hisses through gritted teeth. Somewhere close another voice chuckles but when you try to look that way, Mingyu’s hand covers your line of sight. He gives you a look that clearly says to only pay attention to him, which honestly is much easier and at least when you focus, you’re not choking.

Unless Cheol slams into you like he did just now.

You sputter around Mingyu’s cock, the man desperately trying to soothe you because he won’t last if your throat keeps constricting around him like that. But his dear friend takes no mercy on either of you and keeps ramming into you like his life depends on it.

“You’re all so mean,” yet another voice says - and how did you get into this situation anyway? - but at least he rubs your back and murmurs for you to breathe. He guides you through it until you calm down again. You throw Jihoon a quick grateful look, Mingyu being too distracted trying to get his own breathing and body under control to mind.

“That’s why we’ll make y/n feel better,” Wonwoo quips, “We’ll be so nice and gentle.”

“I’m not-” Mingyu starts but is quickly reduced to a moaning mess again when you suck on him now that you got used to Cheol’s punishing thrusts. He’s right though - he’s not mean on purpose, he’s just desperate to get off.

“Fuck, slow down, baby, please,” he whines, grabbing a fistful of your hair, but when most of your movement is driven by the sheer force of Cheols thrusting, it can only do so much. “Fuck, shit, shit.”

Only a couple seconds difference is all it takes for Mingyu to hold you down on his cock instead as he shoots his load down your throat. You clench hard on Cheol as you try to swallow everything. There’s enough mess on the sheets as is.

The man behind you spits his own string of curses as his hips keep snapping into you. He reaches under your body to play with you, making your eyes roll back into your head. Mingyu hastily pulls out of your mouth to escape any risk of your mouth overstimulating him as you keep milking him dry.

With a few more thrusts, Cheol sheaths himself deep inside you and leans over you, sucking a mark to your neck as he rides out his high with your walls fluttering around him. 

“Cheol... Cheollie, need to cum too,” you babble, fucking yourself back on him. He grabs your hips to keep you steady. You whine and beg but he doesn’t let you go.

“So mean,” Jihoon repeats himself as he sits in front of you, running a hand through your hair carefully. You look up at him with pleading eyes, crawling closer to him until you can rest your head on his thigh. You’re let go and you whine when Seungcheol pulls out and the cold air replaces his warmth. 

It’s not long before another body takes his place, though.

“We’ll make it better, pretty, don’t worry,” Wonwoo murmurs against your skin as he leans down to kiss your shoulder. 

“Please, need you,” you sigh, melting into a puddle under their soft touches, Jihoon playing with your hair and Wonwoo caressing your back. 

“Say please again,” Jihoon coos at you, “For each of us.”

“Please, pretty please,” you whine, nuzzling against the muscles on his leg. Cheol’s familiar chuckle vibrates through the air and if Wonwoo didn’t line himself up with you at that very moment, you’d give him a nasty look. Wonwoo takes a pillow from the top of the bed and pushes it under your hips before he gently puts pressure on your lower back to make you lie down. 

“Relax for us,” he soothes, “We’ll take care of you.”

He pushes in easily with barely any resistance but he still goes slowly, careful not to push your limits and hurt you. You sigh softly, panting as you look up at Jihoon with hooded eyes.

“Your mouth’s bored?” he quirks a brow at you, chuckling when you nod.

“Needy,” Mingyu sing-songs and watches in fascination how you let Jihoon guide you down his cock and then just leave you there, filled to the brim and the skin of your lips stretched prettily around the intrusion. Seungcheol scoffs.

“You’re meant to fuck, not fall in love,” he rolls his eyes, and you watch as Jihoon narrows his eyes at him.

“We can do whatever we want and we want to take our time,” Wonwoo says between showering your shoulder blades with kisses. Slowly, he begins to move. It’s different from Cheol’s animalistic fucking and it’s good. You can feel his every inch opening you up and appreciate each of his well-aimed thrusts.

Soft moans spill from your lips as you suckle on Jihoon. He doesn’t force you to move, seemingly happy to have you little more than cockwarm him for the moment. He keeps gently petting your hair and it’s almost enough to make you sleepy. 

But you can’t afford to sleep yet, not when the night is so young and there’s more to do.

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

seventeen as students

hyung line edition :

Seungcheol

He thinks that school's definitely not a place for him to be happy. Why? Because he has to babysit 12 kidults and it's not as easy as you might think. Is a trio with Jihan. Honestly has no idea who ends up with who because Jihan seems to be an actual thing along with Seoksoo and Jeongcheol. Believe it or not, he's actually popular with sports' addicts and bad boys. Once, actually does try the bad boy style but thinks that he's too cool for it. During lunch, he wishes he can escape to eat somewhere else but he doesn't want students' running away because of his 12 kids. If you hurt any of them though, then you have a problem with him.

Jeonghan

Is popular around both girls and boys. Will tease everyone about their crushes with his significant 'ayyyy'. Literally has heart eyes around Chan, no matter what he does. Babies him all the freaking time. Is the therapist of the 13-member friend group. It drains him mentally to see all of the younger ones being hyper. He's amazed at how Seungcheol can control them easily. Wishes to be Seungcheol in his next life to see how it feels like when everyone listens to him.

Joshua

Seems to be sane but is actually not. He will fight, like physically fight anyone who hurts Seokmin. Jeonghan's best friend and partner-in-crime in almost anything, including pissing Seungcheol off. Is also friends with the cheerleaders and talks to them in his sweetest voice. He knows that he has visuals and aren't afraid to use them like that one time he had to save Soonyoung from the lady substitute teacher who was annoyed at the latter's tiger pose.

Junhui

He's confused why he's there. School's boring for him. Sleeps in class with his eyes open because he's mentally and physically exhausted from studying the same thing the night before. He'll rather study on his own rather than listen to whatever the teacher is droning about. Tries to find other Chinese students and eventually becomes friends with Minghao. Is the best at completing challenges and dares so everyone loves him. No matter how different his vibes change, the rest of his friends still view him as an adorable person, especially Seungkwan.

Soonyoung

Literally friends with everyone. Even the lunch lady. Teaches her his significant 'horanghae' pose and gets an extra chicken wing. Everyone has either known him or heard of him because he's damn popular. Has a thing for quiet kids. Is Jihoon's best friend and despite the boy's constant grumbling, Soonyoung always has his arm around Jihoon. Is either a teacher's dream student or worst nightmare, nothing in between.

Wonwoo

Student council president, Jeon Wonwoo has all the meetings in the library. Why? Because he secretly lives there. People who haven't talked to him before think that he's a vampire in disguise but once you get to know him, you understand that he's actually a softie. Loves, just loves carrying around literature books with him because he's an old soul. Has this note book with him all the time, to write something whenever he feels inspired.

Jihoon

The kid who never leaves the music room is actually the original introvert of the friend group. Loves Soonyoung's affections to death but will never admit it for the sake of his pride. He's creative and it wins him many praises from teachers. Is always up for a good, meme-worthy moment of Seokmin or Soonyoung when he can have the laugh of his life.

[cheegu3]

Hello could you please do a treasure mafia reaction to their s/o finding out they're mafia? I love your works so much and they always make my day better thank you!

hi, thank u so much <3 c:

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, mafia, mentions of murder n torture, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting

Treasure reaction to their s/o finding out they're in the mafia

Hyunsuk

He'd be extremely surprised. The view of you as an innocent, helpless angel would be immediately shattered. You - his darling was smart enough to figure something like that out? That sounded ridiculous.

Hyunsuk wasn't sure if he liked it because of the view of a naive person he had of you in his head. But what was worst of all was that you didn't react the way he thought you would, you didn't feel disgusted or super surprised; you only asked him to quit, a stoic look on your face.

If he refused to quit you would try to be brave and join the mafia too, just to prove to him that you were on the same level as him - if not even more powerful, as you'd do anything to climb your way up.

Of course that wouldn't happen though. He would never let you join it.

'' But why do you need to? I don't understand that! '' you shouted.

He was getting heated, face red which was mirroring your own as you fought for your lives to stand your grounds.

'' Because I can! I'm not at all who you think I am, y/n. '' he screamed back, with an equal amount of passion burning in his brown eyes.

Your boyfriend finally sighed. In his mind you were acting like a child and this wasn't going to be settled any time soon, but he'd be sure to try and pull the strings behind the scenes - just so he could win this argument in the long run, and get you to become exactly the way he wanted again.

Jihoon

He was enraged. Both with you for snooping around and himself; in a way he felt humiliated that while manipulating you he had forgotten to hide such a crucial thing, basically out in the open for you to find. It felt like a direct blow to his ego.

But now that the cat was out of the bag and you knew for sure he had been playing you like a puppet all throughout your relationship, putting on a sweet fake persona to make you fall for him - then there was no point in defending his actions or keeping the act up anymore.

It was a relief in a way, a blessing in disguise. Jihoon would however have to deal with the fact that you'd now try to leave him. Since the sweet boyfriend you knew was gone, it had all been an illusion. He knew he'd have to try extra hard to manipulate you into accepting this version of him too - but he does like a challenge after all.

'' I only joined it to protect you. ''

You ignored his words, rolling your eyes in his direction so he'd see it. He was fuming on the inside, wanting to do nothing but go up to you and put you in your place. Unfortunately he had more self-control than you thought. So he settled on only showing a sour smile.

'' I don't kill people. '' Jihoon was going to try something else if his sweet words didn't trick you.

You raised your eyes to look at him, a curious look on your face. Then, he knew that the game had started again.

Yoshi

It didn't matter to him and it wouldn't make a difference. You already knew he was a lovesick psycho when it came to you, so him being in the mafia shouldn't be a surprise at all.

Maybe a part of you felt a bit disappointed. The part that believed in Yoshi and believed he would one day become sane, letting you leave if you wanted to. You told yourself that he wasn't an evil person. He just wanted to be loved and love the only way he knew.

Finding out he was in the mafia by overhearing his guest talk to his workers was like a slap in the face. It was incredibly hard to accept, and it would be equally hard to pretend you hadn't found something out when your boyfriend called you in.

He was sitting by his desk when you stepped into his office. You hid your clasped hands behind your back so he wouldn't see them shaking, but his sharp eyes still noticed something was off.

'' Come here. ''

You obliged, coming over to sit in his lap. His hand came up to brush some strands of hair from your face. The soft touch was a stark contrast to his stern gaze.

'' Now, tell me what's wrong. '' he demanded.

You released a shaky breath and shook your head.

'' Really? '' he scoffed, ticking his tongue in annoyance. '' I thought you knew better by now. I guess you wanna do this the hard way then. ''

Junkyu

He was terrified. Having worked so hard to keep this a secret from you was for a reason. This would mean you would hate him, and be scared of him.

It was one of his biggest nightmares. Even if he hated that part of himself, all he ever wanted was for you to see him the way he wished he was.

Gone were the sweet moments you'd gush over each other; him being able to freely express that pent up love he had to keep to himself until he finally made you fall for him - and you swooning over who you thought was the sweetest boy in the world. You'd always felt very lucky to have him, and even your friends were extremely jealous of you.

'' I'm leaving now babe, I will be back in about two hours so you can go to bed without me. '' your boyfriend mumbled while placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You glanced at the clock, eyebrows knitting at the numbers showing, - 02:25. It was very late, what could he possibly have to do at this time?

Your gut feeling was telling you something was off, so you decided to follow him discreetly. Luck was thankfully on your side as visibility was low, slight fog mixed with pouring rain made Junkyu's driver focus his attention forwards; not noticing the dimmed lights of the dark car behind them.

After about twenty minutes of driving on an off-road path that had very little traffic, the car came to a stop at a worn down building to the side of the road.

You stopped a few hundred meters behind, hidden tactfully in the bushes. It was the perfect place to hide. With the car to your left you crouched and peeked.

Junkyu stepped out of the veichile and approached a man you hadn't noticed before.

In the blink of an eye, you watched in horror as your boyfriend plunged a knife deep into the mysterious man. An uncontrollable gasp escaped you while the man slumped to the ground, groaning in pain.

Junkyu's eyes immediately darted towards your direction, because you had accidentally made a loud noise that drew attention towards you.

Now, it was your boyfriend's turn to be horrified, his face grew pale as he stepped towards you and you met eyes with him.

'' Baby? What are you doing here? '' he asked in a small voice.

Jaehyuk

He was very angry with you for being nosy and would punish you severely for it.

The point wasn't that you found out, he couldn't really care less about that since you were already terrified of him - but you broke a rule of his, which is why you now must face the consequences.

Going behind his back was a sign of you not respecting him, something Jaehyuk valued very much. Besides, you had lied when he spotted you leaving his office.

'' What were you doing in there? ''

You had a hard time looking at him. Your boyfriend had caught you red-handed and now you probably looked like a deer in headlights.

'' I was just, uh- cleaning. '' you hurried to blurt out.

But he didn't believe it for one second.

'' You just couldn't help yourself, could you? '' Jaehyuk growled into your ear.

You could only whimper as you felt the cold knife sink excruciatingly slow into your skin, painting your thigh with warm scarlet. He didn't like when you made too much noise, so you bit down into your lip until you could taste metal.

'' Answer me. '' he demanded.

'' I-I'm sorry. ''

Asahi

As long as you wouldn't make a big deal out of it - either by causing problems or annoying him with arguments, then he was fine with it.

He had never really bothered to pretend to be someone he was not. You had always seen all sides of him, good and bad.

However, if you decided to disobey then you'd be locked up promptly. He would refuse to see you, even after long hours of work. Not until you'd apologise and promise to behave.

With enough stress that the mafia brought him, the last thing Asahi needed was to get annoyed by the person he loved most. Even though he felt embarrassed to admit it; what he craved was for you to greet him lovingly after those days and pamper him for the rest of the evening - peppering kisses while his sleepiness took over, tangled up on the couch together.

'' I wish you wouldn't act like this. '' Asahi said to himself as he tightened the ropes around your wrists.

His voice had a twinge of sadness in it, and maybe disappointment too. But you refused to feel guilty and let him manipulate you into doing so.

'' Fuck you. '' you spat out through clenched teeth.

He sighed.

'' After this you will be changed. Because - it will break you. '' a small smile crept up on his lips.

Doyoung

He felt extremely panicked. You stopped answering his calls and texts after confronting him about messages you had seen on his phone.

They were between him and his body guard, discussing illegal things in a cryptic manner that made you immediately realise that he was doing something shady.

When you shoved the phone with the incriminating texts in his face, he became quiet. You went on a minutes long tirade, screaming with tears in your eyes. But he was still unresponsive, he also had tears in his eyes and was almost hyperventilating as he watched you anxiously.

'' Are you seriously trying to play the victim now and not respond to me? Fine, I'll fuck off. '' you huffed and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

The sound of the door reverberating in the silence made him snap out of his trance and he immediately picked up his phone. Frantic texts were sent to your phone that went ignored.

The next fifteen minutes Doyoung spent on the couch, staring at the phone he had thrown away in panic and frustration at your radio-silence.

More time passed and by the time the sun was going down he was even more of a panicked mess. He couldn't care less now if you'd get madder at him, but he ordered his men to go out to look for you and bring you home.

Haruto

A mix of pissed off and protective. He feared that his enemies had now figured out your connection to him and was going to use you against him.

Having you be kidnapped, and possibly tortured or killed was one of his biggest fears. He therefor cursed all the Gods above that you just happened to walk outside when one of the biggest mafia bosses was headed to your home.

Of course you had no idea who he was, and being friendly and polite you struck up a conversation with him. While doing so you failed to notice how the eyes of the man in front of you slowly started sparkling.

He must've figured out exactly who you were, and his smile was now genuine despite him being annoyed by you just a second ago.

'' Sorry, sweetheart. As much as I'd love to talk to you right now, I've got business with your boyfriend. '' he winked flirtatiously to you and was about to go up the stairs to the front door when he froze for a moment.

Both of the men staring at each other had been caught off guard. Haruto had just been on his way out to bring you in before the mafia boss would arrive - imagine his surprise and anger when he noticed he had been too late, you standing there blissfully ignorant while the boss smirked at him.

'' What the fuck are you doing outside? '' he barked at you.

Your face fell and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment due to getting scolded in front of a stranger. But you went inside anyway and stayed in your bedroom until he came back in after the meeting, shaking with fury.

Jeongwoo

Quickly takes control of the situation to make sure he could manipulate you into thinking it was a good thing. By the time the conversation was over, you'd be in awe over what a sweet and considerate boyfriend you had who joined the mafia to protect you.

He left out bits on purpose of course. Like how he had even gotten infatuated with you from the beginning was because he was doing a mission and happened to spot you.

If you ever found out about the additional lies, no worries - he'd just do some more manipulation and maybe even gaslighting to make you feel bad.

'' You followed me secretly, just because you thought I was cheating and now...'' he ruffled his hair in frustration.

'' Now you want to play the victim. '' a scoff left his lips which immediately had the effect he wanted to - you lowered your head in embarrassment, knowing he was right.

'' I'm sorry. '' you mumbled.

Junghwan

He wasn't the best at hiding stuff from you, so you'd notice something was going on that he didn't want you to know about pretty quickly.

Whenever he came home late, sometimes with injuries on his face; he'd avoid your questioning and worried gaze, walking right past you while giving tame excuses.

The day when you'd actually find out was getting nearer the busier he got. Since it meant he often got into fights and no matter how good his team were, they couldn't conceal all the cuts and bruises.

'' Please, Junghwan. Can we finally talk about this now? ''

Your pleading eyes looked into his anxious ones. He looked hesitant like always when cornered like this, but then his furrowed brow softened and he heaved a sigh.

'' Okay, just- promise you won't leave me...please. '' he begged, already looking like he was on the verge of tears.

[iheart-nana]

xxiv. the start of something new

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ─ the start of something new.

❛ you know i want you bad,  show me mercy ❜

Narrator's Perspective

"Where were you last night?" Eunyoung asked Yumi as they got on the bus. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been kept in the dark about something. Yumi choked out a mock cough to cover up her gasp. She was really hoping to avoid any confrontation- because she hadn't decided how she would deal with it.

Yumi remained silent till they took their usual seat at the back of the bus. Her eyes blinked rapidly, darting from one side to another, frantically trying to come up with an alibi.

"I had plans, so I ate out," she said vaguely; but she knew it wasn't a satisfactory answer.

"Plans with who?" Eunyoung chuckled mockingly, "Since when did you have friends?"

"How nice of you to say that," Yumi snapped sarcastically, "I do have friends now; times change."

"Sure they do," Eunyoung mumbled. It was just a playful comment, but Yumi's words stung more than they should have. After all, there had never been secrets between them. Curiosity grew in her mind as she pondered what could possibly be the secret that Yumi was so determined to keep from her.

💿

"Hey, Eunyoung!"a familiar voice called out to her as she was heading to the newspaper room. She stopped, then turned to find Kim Harin running towards her. It was like a reminder that she had travelled back in time, and hadn't seen these people in ages. It made her reminisce of all the people she once knew, but didn't keep in touch with; and she couldn't help but feel sorry that there was a point where they weren't a part of her life anymore.

Harin had been Eunyoung's closest friend, apart from Yumi, who worked at the newspaper just like her.

"God! I haven't seen you in ages!" she chirped, walking alongside Eunyoung towards the newspaper room, "But it made me realize that I have a popular friend."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" she asked inquisitively, "People gossip about you all the time. I heard about how you rejected Jihoon sunbae. Someone sitting behind me was going on about how she wondered where you got the audacity from. Honestly, I'm glad you did it. Someone had to put him in his place."

"I didn't know people made such a fuss," said Eunyoung, gazing blankly at the empty corridor before them, "But then, again, nothing ever happens around here."

"I know right?! They're just desperate for entertainment," she agreed enthusiastically, "Enough with the gossip, now. I read your article on the swim team and it was fabulous! I can't imagine anyone who could have done it better."

"Thanks," said Eunyoung with a wide grin, "I'm so glad you liked it. I'm also grateful that someone appreciates my writing. You know it means a lot, right?"

"Of course! But I was only stating the facts; There's no one better than you on our team," she beamed.

I couldn't hide my smile as I entered the newspaper room. God knows for how long I was grinning; But one thing I know for sure, is that my childhood was a magical time.

💿

Choi Yumi's Perspective

My feet felt rooted to the ground as I stood before Kim Taesung's front door. It was as if I was paralysed. A million questions swirled through my mind; Was this really a good idea? What would Eunyoung say if she knew what I was up to? Why was I here? Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run away- go home! But I just couldn't; I couldn't take a step forward either.

Suddenly, my hand reached up to slap my face lightly. I realized that what I needed to do was start acting sane. This wasn't a big deal. I was just learning something new, and a friend of mine was helping me out. I heaved a sigh at my odd behaviour and pressed the doorbell.

I cracked my knuckles nervously as I heard footsteps nearing the door. I nearly fell backwards when the door swung open to reveal Taesung's face that stretched into a dimpled grin on seeing me, "You're here, piano girl?"

"I sure am," I said, trying to hide the awkwardness in my voice. It was at moments like this that I realised that among Eunyoung and I, god gave all the social skills to her; even though we weren't related.

He stepped aside, "Come in. And unclench your fists while you're at it. It makes me feel unsafe."

💿

"Put your index finger here."

"Here?"

"Yup. And then your middle finger here- yeah."

"Now?"

"Your ring finger has to be here."

"Is this right?" I asked Taesung. I had lost track of time as minutes slipped through my fingers while I sat in his living room. The silence that was once deafening at the start of our guitar lesson had now turned comfortable. The room would go silent every time we stopped talking and the room would be filled with the soft sound of our breathing. 

Just as I was getting less jittery, I looked up at Taesung who was already looking at me with his beady eyes. We were sitting so close. His arm held the guitar in my hand, brushing against my back ever so slightly. In my determination and focus, I never batted an eye at our proximity and I suddenly became conscious of it.  I felt my breath hitch as a warmth crept up my face. Once again, an unnatural stillness settled in the room. The both of us seemed to be holding our breaths, waiting. 

I tore away first, fixing my gaze on the coffee table in front of the couch, letting go of the guitar. He lunged to prevent it from crashing to the floor, "It's only your first lesson. I think it's a bit early to break the guitar so soon, don't you?"

Any reply I may have come up with me disappeared on the tip of my tongue.

"It's six-thirty already, should we call it a day?" he asked, looking at the clock.

"Yeah..." I replied, wide-eyed, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Unless you run away," he said, "And considering that look on your face, I would say it's very likely."

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nana's notes: eunyoung having her nostalgia moment and then yumi's having a quarter-life crisis.

delphi's notes: a cookie to the person who guesses where the lyrics are from.

next chapter: friday (out now!) list of chapters here!

[wooismyuniverse]

his muse ch. 3

pairing: collegeau!lee jihoon x reader

genre: slice of life, fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers

word count: 1.4k

ch. synopsis: in which it’s (y/n)’s recital day and jihoon’s realization of his feelings

a/n: this is a rather short one, but i enjoy writing these small moments so that we get to know the character’s personalities more. enjoy!

___

“best of luck on your performance!”

“you got this!”

“it’s gonna be okay.”

these words of encouragement from (y/n)’s friends are the only things keeping her sane right now. it’s the day of her recital, and any normal person would feel nervous. she and jihoon were backstage, about to perform in ten minutes.

even if she enjoyed the nervousness, she still feels scared. she’s had performing experience before, but the anxiety is starting to overwhelm her. what if i mess up? what if my friends think i’m a bad player? this anxiety eventually turns into fear, something that she hasn’t felt in a long time.

these nerves must have been obvious to jihoon, because he stands next to her and takes her hand in his. he squeezes it lightly. this action would have caught her off guard in any other scenario. but the performance anxiety was just too strong and clouded those current emotions. instead, it’s comforting and exactly what she needed at the moment.

“nervous, yeah?” he asks.

“who wouldn’t be? it’s scary that i’ll be performing really soon,” she confesses.

“whatever you’re thinking, just remember to have fun and relax. take some deep breaths,” he says softly. she turns to look at him and smiles nervously. he smiles back, hoping to relieve her in any way. he wishes to fight those fears for her because she was so patient with him throughout the semester.

“yeah.. yeah,” she takes a deep breath slowly. her heartbeat accelerates as the time is ticking, and her breaths aren’t helping. “relax.. i don’t know. it’s been so long since i’ve played in front of people. in front of my friends!”

“i know, but doesn’t that excite you too? isn’t this what you were talking about?” he was referring to their past conversations. (y/n)’s eyes widened in realization. it’s a sign that he actually cares to listen and remember their conversations.

“it does! but.. if i mess up, then i’ll feel terrible. like i’m an awful player and shouldn’t be on stage.” her tone was uncertain, frail, completely different from thirty minutes ago. it triggers jihoon—

“don’t say that,” he lets go of her hand and grabs her shoulders, facing straight at (y/n). he was glaring at her, looking offended at why she would even think like that. it almost intimidated her if she didn’t know him too well. “you are a good player. don’t let your anxiety take over you.”

she stares into his eyes before nodding slowly, placing her hands over his. she takes another breath. “okay.”

his glare softens. “you’ve helped me go through so much this past semester, and i want to do the same for you.”

“i know, jihoon.”

“we practiced together so much, and i think your playing is beautiful. messing up? it’s what makes you normal, and i think there’s also beauty in that. just remember to-“

“have fun.” she finishes for him. five minutes until the show starts, and (y/n) feels herself slowly relaxing. she takes one last breath before letting his hands go and asks. “can i please have a hug before we go?”

jihoon blinks at the sudden question. it must be the anxiety, he thinks. he’s not one to outwardly give physical affection like that. sure, they would do small motions for support. but they have never hugged because he feels awkward, and she usually senses this from his unapproachable nature. despite that, he nods and slowly opens his arms up for her.

(y/n) wraps her arms around him and immediately sighs into his body. it was rather tight at first, but their bodies both start to relax together. warm— jihoon’s body is so warm, and she feels safe in his arms. the negative thoughts start to dissipate and the only thing holding her together right now is this embrace.

“thank you,” she whispers in his ear. “for the encouragement.”

jihoon feels his face slowly turn red from her warm breath. although he’s not used to physical affection, it felt quite nice to him. even though he’s not the main person performing, he still feels his small nervousness disappear as well.

“a piano accompanist is just as, if not more, important than the main performer.” (y/n) had once said during their rehearsals together.

“no, thank you. you’re going to do great out there.”

“so are you. i wouldn’t be on stage right now if you didn’t accompany me.”

after what felt like an eternity, she lets go first. immediately she felt emptiness as she lets go, missing the warmth that radiated jihoon. the stage staff gives them a minute warning and (y/n) feels a lot better now. they both head to the stage and began to showcase their musical talents together.

the moment they stepped on stage, (y/n) could see almost all of svt sitting on the front rows. they were obviously the loud ones, cheering and clapping for their two favorite people in the world. they both bow together and jihoon walks to sit in front of the the piano.

just have fun.

(y/n) and jihoon make eye contact before starting on their first passage together.

the performance anxiety immediately disappears right when they started to play together, instead getting replaced by compassion and confidence. jihoon notices the change in demeanor based on the kind of tone (y/n) was playing.

rather than the frail and shallow tone in the difficult passage he was used to hearing, he instead hears a full and powerful tone. he smiles softly at the approach, and matches with her tone as he accompanies her.

“i love that each day, i’m constantly learning something new about music.”

jihoon finds himself admiring her even more as they perform together. she has been nothing but kind and supportive to him in school, allowing him to slowly yet surely open up to her. and now, to see her passion flowing through these musical notes makes that a cherry on top.

he then realizes that the emotions that he’s feeling, it’s not just admiration. but it’s also adoration and love. he loves listening to her stories. he loves that she is patient and understanding towards him. he loves and appreciates everything about her the moment she came into his life.

she was the one that approached him first, breaking his persona of being called “unapproachable” and “cold-hearted”. she was the one to help him with his writer’s blocks, giving insight on her ideas in music. she was the one that stuck with him in classes and never made him feel left out.

it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s in love with her.

playing the final chord of their last piece, (y/n) dramatically pulls her bow off of the violin string. she was drenched with sweat from performing, panting heavily. but the audience began to clap and roar in celebration. jihoon gets up from his chair and stands next to (y/n). he held her hand again and they bowed together before leaving the stage. the audience still was so loud from the clapping that they went back on stage for an encore.

she looks at her svt friends fondly and gives them the widest grin. seungkwan was holding back tears as he was clapping. seokmin and soonyoung were obviously the loud ones cheering and screaming for their close friends. jeonghan and joshua were holding up a poster dedicated to them. the rest of them were all clapping and waving, absolutely moved by what they have witnessed.

“you did so well, (y/n),” jihoon says for only her to hear. “look at the people who came out to support you. they loved it! i’m.. we’re all so proud of you.”

(y/n) slowly starts to feel her tears well up as they bowed together one last time before going backstage. she couldn’t believe that just happened to her. this experience right now is a reminder of why she loved performing. thanks to jihoon, her svt friends, classmates, and professors..

they are the ones that shaped her to become a musician. through their guidance and support, she wouldn’t have imagined her first recital in seoul university in any other way. she gives jihoon another quick hug, to which he flushes and hugs back.

“i cannot thank you enough for accompanying me!” she says.

“it’s nothing. the least i could do for you.”

“how was it, seriously? how did i sound?”

“i told you, you did so well. your tone was beautiful today. i could tell the adrenaline made you sound confident,” he smiles warmly at her. she lets go of him and instead grabs his hand, tilting her head towards the door backstage.

“now let’s celebrate with a post-recital dinner, shall we?” she winks at him. he flushes and nods at her, and they leave backstage together to celebrate with their friends.

pt. 2 | pt. 4 |

[wonusite]

Damn unfortunately i dont remember any of my previous asks but i got some new headcanons

Lets talk about my fave trops/au's for each member and you share yours and see what we have in common

Seungcheol - sugar daddy (do i need to explain lol) (also you newest seungcheol fic is one of my fave tropes but im not sure about how to word it out?)

Jeonghan - frenemies to lovers, secret pinning and hiding it with being teasy

Joshua - Prince/Royal au

Jun - the boy next door/strangers to lovers

Soonyoung - sunshine x soft girl who is shining with the sunshine (i made this up but it fits)

Wonwoo - quite looking boy who is actually a freak (both in the sheets and streets) / badboy

Jihoon - soft-for-only-you/sunshine x secret sunshine

Seokmin - your (not) a gentleman fic is perfect for him, thats exactly how i imagine him / sunshine x sunshine / strangers to friends to best friends to lovers

Mingyu - popular guy who falls for the not so popular girl / jock au / puppy boy x cat girl

Minghao - old time au (not an exact time period but its definitly not modern or close to modern times) / royal au / strangers to lovers / a little bit of magic or soulmate stuff

Seungkwan - bestfriends to lovers / neighbours au / not-so-secret-pinning / idiots to lovers / oblivious one x obviously flirting one

Vernon - "they met because of their pets" au / quite looking but actually crazy boy x loud af girl / sunshine x sunshine but also her protecter

Dino - childhood friends to (strangers to) lovers / secret pinning / "one of them is a celebrity and the other one keeps them in the line, sane but also their biggest support" au

Also i am feeling so much better right now, i think i will recover fully in a few days, thank you so much for your advice 💗

I might send some of my fave edits in a short time btw so be prepared (evil laugh) (you all are gonna die with me)

okokok let’s get into it

ok so i def agree w seungcheol bc he just exudes that rich powerful man energy idk (and I would say it’s a ceo trope or dilf trope)

also agree with jeonghan like it’s either that or pure enemies to lovers w the “been in love with you the whole time” trope to go along with it

shua and royal au is a perfect match as well. he also fits friends to lovers or boy next door trope

jun is idiots to lovers for me all the way.

soonyoung is frenemies to lovers or longtime crush.

you are right abt wonu and i also rlly the like loser boi who’s super whipped for his gf trope for him

1000% agree with the jihoon and gyu tropes.

ahhh thank you sm and tbh that’s the way i see it too seokmin is just so soft and cute and sweet :(

hao def fits that old times vibe and soulmates or reincarnation trope idk. he just has a timeless face if that makes sense lol.

kwannie is def besties to lovers

vernon gives strangers to lovers where you don’t know if he actually likes you bc of how he is but will be so obsessed w u the whole time

chanie is the poster boy for childhood besties to lovers. like that part where they turn into strangers also. it fits so well idk.

i’m glad you’re feeling better bb remember to take care of yourself ok <3 also i look forward to going through them so we can suffer together 🥲

[m00n-purplerosealtered-chatbot]

🌹𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮🌹

𝓐𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.

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The same rules from

@m00n-purplerose-chatbot

apply here.

+ The Purple Rose Members

+ Current Emotions

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🛑DISCLAIMER🛑: These chatbots do NOT represent Jeonghan, Joshua, Wonwoo, Jun, Mingyu, Jihoon, Minghao, Seokmin, Seventeen, and Pledis in any shape or form. This is purely made for entertainment and fiction.

Reminder: This is an alternative universe that results in the boys finding a happier route, one that does not include mafia activity, blood, and gore when entering into their later years. Traces of their backstories are within this alternate universe, but with new choices, they avoided what later led them to becoming the infamous mafia group, The Purple Rose. Instead, they're a friend group named as The Purple Rose in honor towards Yoon Jeonghan, who helped each of them to get to where they are now.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This contains mental

illnesses, and mentions of sensitive topics

relating towards ab*se and murder.

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| Yoon Jeonghan

💍| Husband: Hong Joshua (Jisoo) 💜🖤

Characteristics:

| Charming | | Witty | | Leader-like | | Compassionate |

| Mischevious | | Flirtatious | | Parental figure | | Kind |

| Stern | | Stubborn |

Mental Illness/Disease:

| PTSD | | Anxiety Disorder |

Facts:

-> Owns family business, the CEO

-> Recovered from Depression and signs of Schizophrenia

-> Won custody over younger sister, putting parents into jail for physical and mental ab*se

-> Extremely protective over Yoon Hong Joshua Jisoo

| Yoon (Hong) Joshua (Jisoo)

💍| Husband: Yoon Jeonghan 🖤💜

Characteristics:

| Kind-hearted | | Generous | | Patient | | Soft-spoken |

| Hard-working | Considerate | | Sensitive | | Stern |

| Parental figure | | Possessive |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| None |

Facts:

-> President of the Yoon Family Business

-> Volunteers in various events associated with the community

-> Creates fundraisers and donations dedicated to those struggling physically and mentally

-> Protective over Yoon Jeonghan

| Wen Junhui

Partner: Jeon Wonwoo (@seventeen-chatbot) 💖💕

Characteristics:

| Goofy | | Fickle | | Energetic | | Compassionate |

| Protective | | Hard-working | | Determined | | Gentle |

| Supportive | | Aloof | | Prideful |

Mental Illness/Disease:

| Schizophrenia | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> College dropout due to disorder, but works as a pianist within a restaurant

-> Has received proper treatment, attending sessions normally

-> Attends dance classes with Xu Minghao

-> Assists Yoon Hong Joshua Jisoo's fundraisers and donations

| Jeon Wonwoo

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Analytical | | Quiet | Observant | | Caring |

| Shy | | Intelligent | | Strict | | Athletic | | Considerate |

| Straightforward |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Dissociative Identity Disorder | | Hand Tremors |

| PTSD |

Facts:

-> Graduating college student preparing to work as a writer, an author

-> Received proper treatment, attending normally

-> Considering to apply as a Project Manager within the Yoon Family Business

-> Left abusive parents, and was provided a roof over his head by Yoon Jeonghan

| Lee Jihoon

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Cold | | Sincere | | Protective | | Creative | | Strict |

| Leader-like | | Thoughtful | | Wise | | Determined |

| Blunt | | Generous |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| None |

Facts:

-> Part-time worker, but is preparing to become Vice President of the Yoon Family Business

-> Early graduate

-> Helps with fundraisers and donations

-> Had his mother arrested for stealing, manipulation, and first degree murder

| Xu Minghao

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Sassy | | Savage | | Athletic | | Thoughtful | | Caring |

| Strict | | Perfectionist | | Hard-working | | Playful |

| Understanding | | Intuitive |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| None |

Facts:

-> College student studying Art & Design, but is incredible with technology

-> Attends dance classes with Wen Junhui

-> Lends assistance at animal shelters

-> Attends Wen Junhui's appointments since High School

| Kim Mingyu

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Kind-hearted | | Athletic | | Energetic | Optimistic |

| Hard-working | | Clumsy | | Outgoing | | Strong |

| Protective | | Stubborn |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| None |

Facts:

-> College student studying Science & Engineering

-> Participates in various sports

-> Considering to work under the Yoon Family Business

-> Protects Jeon Wonwoo, Lee Jihoon, Xu Minghao, and Lee Seokmin within campus and outside of campus.

Lee Seokmin

Partner: Byun Baekhyun (@ghoulxbaekhyun) 💙✨

Characteristics:

| Outgoing | | Optimistic | | Loud | | Energetic |

| Empathetic | | Considerate | | Sensitive | | Protective |

| Generous | | Naive | | Insecure |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| ADHD |

Facts:

-> College student studying Theater Arts

-> Able to attend thanks to Yoon Jeonghan and Yoon Hong Joshua Jisoo, who are paying his college tuition

-> Assists Yoon Hong Joshua Jisoo's fundraisers and donations

-> Suspected to be sadistic

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Current Emotions

🌹// @yanlee (OG)

🥀// @yourlocal-babybear @softdomtao @vampiremomo @incubuswooyoung @seventeen-cb @kpop-shelter @yangomangos @agentwonwoo @empress-jiaqi @criminalinvestigator-mingyu @princess-yeji @doll-seungmin @doll-hyunjin @peachy-jaemjaemin @softdomlino @storybook-nct @deadly-skz-gods-cb @babyhj1sung @yandere-somi-jeon @dandyboy-seungmin @detectivexsicheng @time-for-confession @adoringeun @shinhaneul-oc @split-jiu @domyukhei @joyinwonderland @mafia-chaeyoung @mafia-minho @moonlit-jaemin @purgejaemin @artsydahyun @yoonhana @ghost-hyunjin @vscohyunjin @moonlit-nono @daddysm @doll-lia @captain-kyungsoo @amazingspiderhan @heiress-yeeun @werewolf-svt @babyboynono @julia-oc @blackwidowjennie @7deadlysins-chan and more . . .

[woodohwanedandproud]

@collateral-light Absolutely it makes sense. That loss of control over one's own narrative is traumatic. I think Juwon does actually see Dongsik pretty clearly, & we do too: we get a very intimate & voyeuristic view of what he's going through. Juwon responds to Dongsik's kindness and his suffering, and so do we. But the narrative - Dongsik is crazy, there's something wrong, he could be a killer - marches on despite that. Juwon has reason not to trust kindness, but it's still inexcusable. I think one manifestation is the thing with the fingers. Dongsik was told so persistently to 'remember' moving them that the doing & the not-doing blurred into each other. He was made to rehearse the acts he was accused of & they became, in some measure, internalised. This is what really happens, in courts, online, in abusive relationships: what is said authoritatively becomes the truth, because our sense of self is in part a social construct. Dongsik's amazingly sane. @striving4mikey That ties in really well to the script book too. It talks about how they pushed him so hard he started to believe he DID really do it. Then he heard his mom, a person who KNEW him, had not just SEEN him and it helped him remember who he was. @collateral-light Ouch ouch ouch. And of course while you don't need outright violence to coerce someone into believing what they know to be factually untrue, it definitely helps a lot. And ouch: he didn't get there by himself, but needed an external reference point. I'm thinking of those early scenes where Jihwa and Jaeyi are interpreting his behaviour to him and Jihoon: "He did this because he is good; you must never doubt him." Counteracting that damaged sense of self.

Okay so I would like to use this wonderful comment by @collateral-light as a starting point for something that I love about Beyond Evil: the theme of Voyeurism. They are saying that the scene where Dongsik gives his shoes away makes us question if he is doing it out of good intentions or bad. so much of this show is based on the dangers of distrust, and of seeing things without knowing the whole story. Dongsik even WARNS Juwon about this their first time in the car together: someone is always watching. And that’s dangerous, not because they’ll see and know what you’re doing, but they’ll see and MISTRUST OR MISUNDERSTAND what your doing. this something that Dongsik learned long ago and takes advantage of. He faces cameras, makes himself seen, (performs a slutty little strip tease for the paparazzi), because he KNOWS people are watching and he KNOWS they’ll always assume the worst. it’s such an interesting theme because it shows us just how dangerous it is to see but not understand. It’s so harmful and invasive to those it effects. It’s a perversion that has left its mark on all the residents.

anyways, I don’t know if this makes sense but it was a thought

[lovlychan]

as sweet as strawberry pancakes

pairing: joshua hong x reader ft. appearances from the other members! word count: 6.2k genre: fluff, humor (?), slice of life, college au, non idol  warning(s): food mentions, mentions of drinking, mingyu sucks at hygiene but i love him

summary: ethics is a pain in the ass, thank god sweetheart joshua hong is here (aka joshua is just.. so whipped for reader lol almost as whipped as the whipped cream on pancakes)

note: i’m failing ethics irl so this is just my way of coping lol (i hate kant so much)

You curse the gods that placed you in your current predicament. Actually, no, you curse Kim Mingyu for never sneezing into his arm as any sane person would do. If it weren’t for him and his gross habit of sneezing in whatever direction, you wouldn’t have come face to face with a disgusting amount of snot, wouldn’t have gotten a cold, and wouldn’t be absent for your Fundamentals in Ethics class. 

While he did feel bad and give you some of his homemade chicken noodle soup (which almost made you forgive him, that man was like a Korean Gordon Ramsay) the tasty broth wouldn’t be enough for the situation that it landed you in. 

See, you absolutely sucked at Ethics. No matter how many hours you put into the subject, all of your tests came back with an almost insulting red mark. 12 out of 30, 5 out of 15… damn you Kant, and your stupid ideologies. It’s not like you didn’t study or anything, the quizzes just kept beating your ass.

The only way to save yourself from retaking the class would be the upcoming final group presentation. You knew this and prepared in advance by thinking of who you’d ask to be grouped with. The roster of high-achieving students that you’ve got to know throughout the semester repeated in your head like a chant: Jihoon, Namjoon, Eunwoo, Intak. You were ready to speed into class and tell your professor those exact names.

But of course, the universe just loved to screw you over. No matter how hard you tried to argue with your roommate that your cold wasn’t even that bad, she refused to let you out, in fear of “killing half the campus” with your damned cold. Thanks to that, you were stuck with the unwanted members of the class: a girl that spent the entire session scrolling through dating apps, a couple that was way too invested in each other to learn anything, and a guy that hid his phone under his desk to play Solitaire.

Solitaire. Not even a fun game. You might be a bit too harsh on your unfortunate group, but you really needed to ace this project. Knowing that the five of you would end up nowhere unless someone took lead, you became the makeshift leader, adding them all into a group chat that was often left with your messages never seen. 

Luckily, the others finally saw your most recent message asking to meet up in the campus library to discuss your presentation. Unluckily, none of them prepared for it. You were stuck rambling on about your proposed topic, while the other four just stared at you.

“How about we discuss the Valley of Sorrow dilemma? You know, the one where a doctor has to choose between breaking his confidentiality contract or releasing data about a cure? I think it would be a great way to compare a deontological approach versus a utilitarian approach”, you say, inwardly groaning at how the couple in front of you continue to play footsie under the table. At one point, you felt the girl stroke your leg. You really should’ve worn jeans today.

“Sounds good to me”, the Solitaire boy says while checking his watch. “But uh, I think I’ll have to head out early. Sorry guys, the gamers club needs me right now.”

Bullshit. Your friend Wonwoo’s the president of the club, and you know they never meet on Friday (Wonwoo likes to volunteer at the animal shelter near your dorms). But, you let him go anyway. It’s not like he was giving any useful output anyways. The others soon follow, with the dating app girl rushing off to find her “special man” for the night, and the couple leaving for whatever stupid excuse they gave. You didn’t even bother listening to them, knowing that they’ll most likely head to an apartment and get laid. Good for them, I guess.

Stuck on your own, you get to work on your laptop. Screw you Kim Mingyu. (You don’t know it, but across the campus, the poor boy feels as if the universe is calling him out in the middle of a volleyball game. He gets hit with a ball square on the head. He’s stuck with the ball’s logo branded on his forehead for a while.) As an hour passes, you decide you’ve done enough work for now, getting up and groaning at the soreness of your back. It takes you a while to finally stand up straight, and you decide to give your dead legs a wake up by walking through the library. You might’ve looked like a senior citizen with your back hunched over, but that was far from your worries. This paper is beating your ass, and your groupmates have proven to be useless. Maybe you could find some sources for the presentation in the library while you take your walk. That’s not what you find, however, finishing going through a row of bookshelves. Feeling tired and defeated, you groan a bit too loudly for a library.

“Stupid Kant. Why can’t I just live with my own ways of thinking? It’s better than going with what a dead white man thinks”, you say out loud to no one in particular.

“Bad day?”, shocked to find someone else, you turn around to look at a familiar face.

“Joshua? Hey! Long time no see!”

It’s a common greeting indeed, but it’s true. The last time you saw the guy was months ago, at a party your friend Seungkwan dragged you to. He bribed you with the promise of Mcdonald’s after staying for a while, and who were you if not a starving student to say no to a Big Mac? You spent that night being dragged around by your friend, introducing you to every person at the party. While most people’s names left your mind right after meeting them, Joshua Hong was different. He already caught your interest when Seungkwan introduced him as the “gentleman of all gentlemen”, which was far from your dating history that left much to be desired. Deciding it was safe for you to stay with him, Seungkwan bounced off to some of his friends that were taking shots.

You and Josh were honestly were vibing hard, talking about how the two of you were dragged to the party by friends, and how the hell Seungkwan knows everyone and their mothers. You finally felt at ease at the party, away from the grinding and sweaty bodies of college students that wanted to forget their asshole professors for the night. Unfortunately, the easygoing pattern of the conversation was ripped from you quickly, with Joshua explaining that his friend Vernon was dragged into a seven minutes in heaven game that he absolutely did not want to join. You giggled and waved him away, knowing that his poor friend needed his attention more than you. With how sudden he had to leave, you never got to get his number. You would’ve asked Seungkwan for it, but you knew that it would lead to him suggestively wiggling his eyebrows and offering to set the two of you up together. Ever since the two of you became friends, he’s told you that getting laid could make you a happier, way less stressed person.

That was months ago, and you haven’t seen Joshua since. Despite your campus being rather small, you just chalked it up to him being busy. At the party, you learned that he was active in a lot of clubs and extracurriculars, being part of all the different organizations, ranging from jewelry making to glee club. He was a hardworking guy, and you realized he had another responsibility as you stared at his outfit, seeing a lanyard in your university’s school colors with the bold text “volunteer librarian” on it.

“Hey to you too, ___. The last time I saw you, you were holding Seungkwan back from hogging the karaoke machine”, he says, putting some books onto the shelf from his little cart.

You groan at the memory, recalling how your friend shouted at everyone that no one could top his rendition of Beyonce’s Love On Top. Seungkwan was way too hammered to even take you to a Mcdonald’s, and you ended that night helping him puke his guts out. So much for a Big Mac.

“Oh God, don’t remind me”, you shudder. “All he did on the way home was belt high notes and talk about how Beyonce saved his life. And yeah, it’s been a pretty bad day. Got stuck with some awful group mates for an already awful subject. God, I hate ethics”, you say, rolling your eyes at the mere mention of the terrible ordeal you’re stuck in.

He lets out a sympathetic sigh, “Ethics, huh? What’re you guys learning?”

You sigh, “Deontology. Still have no fucking clue what I’m doing though, and I have a paper due in a week and no one is helping out.” He gives you an empathetic smile and puts a book back into the shelf before he replies.

“I think I took that last semester. I have some notes I could give you. Don’t have them on me right now, but… if you’d be willing to stop by here tomorrow then I’d be glad to give ‘em to you.” 

You almost shed a tear at the boy’s generosity. In this dark and seemingly hopeless situation filled with terrible groupmates, shameful grades, and some ideology you haven’t fully understood, Joshua Hong is like the light at the end of a tunnel. 

“Really? Oh my god, that sounds amazing, thank you! This really means a lot. I can stop by tomorrow around the same time maybe?” You want to hug the kind boy in front of you, chant thank you over and over again. But your mind decides against it, reminding yourself that you’ve talked to him only twice so far.

“Of course!”, he chuckles, “anything for you.” You blush at the sweet sentiment, and leave him to his work while you head back to your laptop.

“Joshua Hong, I think you just made this terrible day a little bit better.”

The next day comes, and you excitedly walk into the library, with a bag of pastries and some coffee in tow. The guy’s gonna be your saving grace, might as well thank him with some sweet treats and a little caffeine pick-me-up. You wander around for a while, finally finding him in the fiction corner. As you approach him, he looks up and smiles.

“Oh! Hey! I have the notes in my bag, let me go get ‘em.” He sets down the books he’s holding, and before he can run off to get your lifesaving notes, you wave your chocolate eclair in his face.

“You got me snacks? God, I feel like you’re saving my life more than I’m saving your own. I’ve had like three hours of sleep, I was so close to faceplanting into the wall earlier” he yawns, emphasizing his statement.

“Yeah, anything for someone that’ll save me from failing this class. Guessing college is kicking your ass too?”

He hums, “Something like that. I’ll go get your notes, just stay here.”

As he goes off to get his notes, you spend the time going through the books he’s organizing, recognizing some of the books as the ones you’ve read as a kid. Alice in Wonderland, Matilda, Charlotte’s Web… maybe you should visit the library more often to reread them. Stuck in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the boy come up to you.

“Hey! Here, I made sure they were extra neat for you.” He reaches his hand out to give it to you, and you probably look like a child in a candy store with how happy you look at the bundled sheets of grid paper.

“Woah, thanks. And can I say, our handwriting’s crazy nice! Mine’s like chicken scratch, honestly”, he laughs, setting the papers in your hands. As you turn to leave after thanking him, he calls out your name. You look back at him, confused.

“Oh! I just wanted to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. That way I could help you if you’re struggling with some stuff, maybe?” he looks at you hopefully, and you smile back at him. 

“Yeah, of course! Thanks for saving me from a big fat ‘F’, really.”

Joshua Hong’s notes are your lifesaver. From the ten-page bundle, you’ve finished over half of your paper. However, you’ve come to a pause as you stare at the huge inkblot at the bottom of the page. It’s been fifteen minutes, and you have no idea what it’s supposed to say. Giving up on the hopes of the ink magically forming into legible words, you pull out your phone to text Joshua.

__: hey josh!! hope u aren’t busy or anything, just wanted to ask what this says

__: [image attached]

You wait for his response, checking as the time passes by. An excruciating fifteen minutes pass, and you come to the conclusion that he might not respond any time soon. As you’re about to give up on the inkblot, you get a notification from him.

josh aka lifesaver: oh hey!! sorry, my pen decided to puke all over itself :p its “formula of the kingdom of ends”!!

__: tysm!! <3

You set down your phone, gracious for his kindness and eventual reply. Before you can get back to your laptop, you feel your phone vibrate next to you.

josh aka lifesaver: alsoooooo, it’s like 2 am

josh aka lifesaver: you should sleep soon :(

God he’s even cute through text. You look at your phone’s digital clock to verify the time. Groaning, you realize you’ve been at this paper for six hours. Maybe if you had better groupmates you could’ve been done hours ago. Alas, the four are nowhere to be found. Looks like you’ll be doing this entire thing on your own.

__: oh shoot!! didn’t even realize the time, been slaving over this paper for hours :// groupmates r mia yet again :p

josh aka lifesaver: did you eat dinner yet?

__: …. yes?

josh aka lifesaver: haha, very believable. there’s this awesome diner by 4th street, wanna come with? been craving their pancakes and you need to fill that empty stomach of yours

And that’s how you find yourself in a diner’s booth at 3 am, dressed in your pyjamas since you were way too tired to even change. You regret this decision though, as you see Joshua enter in a clean button-down and jeans. He looks way too good at ass crack o’clock. His eyes eventually connect with yours and he smiles, walking up to your booth.

“Hey, busy bee. You ready to try the best pancakes of your life? I’ve been going here since I was a freshman, and nothing compares to the god-like fluffy goodness that are their strawberry pancakes”

“Psh, I don’t think anything’ll top the ones my mom makes.”

He grins at you, “You’re about to be proven so so wrong, __.” He waves over at a waitress clad in the '50s-themed neon yellow uniform, and she comes over with a notepad in hand. Recognizing him, she smiles.

“Josh! Welcome back. It’s first time I’ve seen you come in here with someone that isn’t your roommate, is she someone special? She’s a real sight for sore eyes too”, she looks over to you, and you blush. Looking over at your companion, he’s beet red too, but waves away her question.

“Just someone who needed to discover the greatest pancakes on earth. I’ll have the usual strawberry pancakes, and extra powdered sugar, please. Oh! And some OJ too. How about you, __?”.

You forgot to check the menu, but you decide to trust his faith in the diner and go with the same dish.

“I’ll just have the same. But, can I have it with like, your biggest cup of coffee? College’s making me out to be a zombie at this point”. The waitress, whose name is Minnie as proven by her pinned name tag, writes down your orders and walks off, not before letting the both of you know that it’ll take around fifteen minutes for the food. Once she’s gone off to talk to the cook, Joshua turns to you and looks like a giddy little boy. 

“I’m serious when I say their pancakes are amazing. The first time I came here was with my roommate Jeonghan, and I’m proud to say they’ve changed my life. That day, I think I had five servings. Even tried making my own version at home, but nothing compares to the original”, he grins even wider, and you feel your stomach rumble from how excited you are for the food to come. Luckily, he doesn’t laugh or anything, he just smiles at you, albeit a bit worried that you haven’t eaten in hours. Minnie comes back with your drinks, and the two of you thank her before she leaves to serve another table.

“How’s Seungkwan, by the way?”, he says, toying with the salt packets by the table. “Haven’t seen or heard from him since his little performance at the party.”

“Same old diva we’ve learned to love. He got into an argument with some kid at the mall because the kid said he should be more quiet in a bookstore. Had to hold him back so the mom wouldn’t come and fight him too. Aside from that though, he’s been doing alright. Just been pestering me to go on dates with his friends since he thinks I’m ‘sweeter when I have a sweetie’”, Joshua laughs, rolling his eyes at Seungkwan’s usual dramatic antics.

“So”, he starts, picking up a sugar packet, “how are the dates going?”

“Oh, I’ve turned down all of them. As much as I love him, I’d rather not be part of one of his little matchmaking schemes. You remember that disastrous date your friend Vernon went on with the girl from the track team?”

He laughs at the memory, “I remember that. She wanted to go on a jogging date and he passed out after like ten minutes of running. Had to pick him up and apologize to the poor girl. Vernon ended up sore for days.”

Laughing, you take a sip of your coffee. “Yep, that’s exactly why I don’t trust Seungkwan’s choice in dates for me.” You take another sip of your coffee.

“So, that means you’re single?” You choke on your drink, coughing on its bitter taste. God, this is embarrassing, you’ve got it dribbling down your chin. Joshua looks at you sympathetically, offering you a sip of water to calm yourself down. Once you’ve settled down, you reply, “sorry about that, but yeah. Why’d you ask?”

He gives you a cheeky grin, then shrugs. “Just wanted to know. How’s the paper going, by the way?’

You groan, “wayyy worse than expected. Groupmates have gone full M.I.A and I’ve decided I’m writing it on my own. Telling my teacher on Monday that I’ll be working solo. Hopefully I can pull out a paper that saves me from retaking the class.”

He hums in response, pausing before he replies. “Well, I’m sure you can do it. You’re a smart person, I believe in you.” He smiles, and you feel your chest warm up. His smile feels like it lit up the entire room. It may be 3 am, and you should be dead asleep from all your work, but there’s something about his support that gives you a refreshing feeling. Before you can continue your conversation, Minnie comes back with your dinner-slash-midnight snack-slash-early breakfast.

“Here’s your order! Even told our chef to hurry it up, since you guys look like you really need something sweet. Looks like Josh’s smile is the only sweet thing you needed, though.” She winks at you and sets down the food before Joshua can even retort. As much as you’d love to keep talking with your (cute) companion, these pancakes look divine, and you’re way too excited to finally fill your belly. It’s fine though, as you look up and he’s already taken a huge bite out of his stack. You laugh at the powdered sugar on the corner of his mouth and finally dig into your food.

Holy shit. 

He was right. The pancakes were amazing, undoubtedly better than the ones your mom makes. Sure, she made them with a premade mix and even the school cafeteria’s pancakes would taste better than hers, but your food was, in Joshua’s words, absolutely god-like. Your eyes widen as you feel the flavors dance around on your tongue; the insanely fluffy pancakes, with the thick cream and powdered sugar, all topped with the sweet and slightly tart strawberries. Everything tastes amazing, and you chow down like a man starved. At this moment, it’s just you and your pancakes, until Joshua laughs and catches your attention. You look up at him, and he’s proudly smiling. 

“Told you they were good.”

Two more orders of pancakes later, the two of you finally call out for the bill. Watching him bring out his wallet, you shake your head and let him know you’ll pay. He refuses, but you insist.

“Come on, I owe you big time. You saved my ass from ethics, and you saved it again from dying of starvation. Let me pay”, you plead, but he still refuses. 

“Hey, it’s a gentleman’s move to pay. Plus, you got me those eclairs, and I’m sure those were overpriced. The cafe’s around school cost an arm and a leg to order from.” He’s right, the eclairs took a pretty painful dent in your broke college student’s wallet, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

“Josh, seriously I–”

“Nope! I got this. You can just pay the next time we go out.”

Next time? You get giddy at the thought of meeting up with someone so cute another time. You really thought this would be a one time thing, but luckily he thought otherwise. Knowing he won’t let up on paying for your meal, you give in.

“Fine, but! I’ll hold you to that next time.” He puts out a couple of bills and victoriously grins, passing the receipt to Minnie. Once he gets back his change, he stands and offers you a hand. 

“Now come on, I’ll walk you home, it’s too late for you to go back to your dorm on your own.”

God, he really is living up to that gentleman title. 

The walk home is full of cool air and random conversations. Even with the silent pauses from trying to find new topics, you feel at ease walking next to him. You eventually reach the entrance of your dorm, and you bid each other goodbye and separate ways. Joshua Hong has officially become your lifesaver twice, first with the notes and now with those amazing pancakes. You’ll probably be thinking of them in your sleep. Finally settling in for bed, you feel your phone vibrate.

josh aka lifesaver: you made it home safe?

__: josh

__: you literally dropped me off at the door like ten minutes ago

josh aka lifesaver: hey, who knows? what if there was a psycho killer in the elevator

__: haha very funny. thanks for tonight, btw :) get home safe!

Without waiting for his reply, you finally fall victim to your fluffy bed. It was a long day, and you’re incredibly grateful that it ended with a boy that feels like sunshine.

josh aka lifesaver: no, thank you, __

josh aka lifesaver: i really enjoyed spending time with you :)

josh aka lifesaver: btw, you looked really cute with strawberry sauce on your cheek. i would’ve told you to wipe it off but you just looked so happy

josh aka lifesaver: ahh i’m probably rambling and you’ve already fallen asleep :p good night, __. 

It’s been two weeks since you woke up to those messages and giggled like a crazed schoolgirl into your pillow, and eventually, the two of you became constant texting buddies. Even if you completed your presentation for ethics (got a 100 by the way! your ex-groupmates, on the other hand, got the longest lecture of their lives and had to retake the class), the two of you continued to talk. This led to the two of you getting closer, and your feelings growing even bigger. At this point, you weren’t sure what exactly the two of you were, because you clearly weren’t just friends with how often flirtatious comments were thrown into the conversations, but you weren’t dating either. It was an awkward and undiscussed grey area, and you were way too shy to ask him. Regardless, you enjoyed your conversations with him, and they made your days a bit better. Plus, you guys went to the diner more often. Those pancakes really are life changing, and at this point, you have whipped cream flowing in your blood. Minnie even makes sure to have your usual booth open at night because she knows the two of you like to come at that time.

The two of you would talk about anything under the sun, ranging from complaining about the painful life of a university student, down to the mundane moments in your days. Even now, as you’re waiting for your food at a cafe with Seungkwan (it’s his apology for not treating you to Mcdonald’s after that party), you’re still updating Josh on your life.

__: at a cafe w seungkwan rn, we’re meeting up with one of his friends

josh aka lifesaver: he isn’t setting you up with someone again, is he?

__: nope, he’s just given up on it completely. he just wanted me to come with him as an “i’m sorry for belting love on top and puking on your favorite top”

josh aka lifesaver: ok good

josh aka lifesaver: tell him i say hi !! 

“Josh says hi”, you say, much too engrossed with your phone to look at your friend. What’d he mean by “good”? Was he happy that you weren’t getting set up with one of Seungkwan’s friends? You seriously need to figure out what’s going on with the two of you, and soon.

“Well hello to him too”, an unfamiliar voice says, and you realize Seungkwan’s friend has arrived. Looking at the boy, you realize you’ve seen him somewhere before. You’ve never interacted him, but there’s something about him that seems familiar. Trying to rack your brain of where you’ve seen this stranger before, the realization suddenly dawns on you. Isn’t this Joshua’s roommate, Jeonghan? You’ve seen pictures of him from Josh, and you realize it really is him. He may not have the blonde hair like in Josh’s photos, replaced with a burgundy shade of red, but it is him.

“Sorry about __, she’s been on her phone 24/7 talking to your roommate”, Seungkwan says with a roll of his eyes. “She even faceplanted into the wall the other day since she was too distracted with his ranking of all the Studio Ghibli movies. Absolutely whipped, I tell you.” Blushing, you try your hardest to defend yourself and have the slightest shred of dignity left in front of Seungkwan’s friend.

“Hey!”, you exclaim, “I wasn’t distracted by his texts, I was distracted by your loud ass trying to hold a high note competition with Seokmin. Thought a dolphin went loose or something.” As hard as you try to refute Seungkwan’s claims, you only fall on deaf ears.

Jeonghan laughs, “oh please, Josh’s been way worse. __, if you think you’re bad, you should see him plan the messages he sends you. Don’t tell him I told you this, but it took him like twenty minutes to send you a message after your cute little diner date.” At this, you hear Seungkwan hum in interest. 

Damn it, you were keeping your little pancake run a secret from him, knowing that the teasing you got from him would multiply tenfold, since he’d jump to conclusions and assume the diner trip was romantic in nature. And to be completely honest, you weren’t sure if it was.

“Ooooh, is my little __ going on dates?”, he coos, and you wish your seat could eat you whole right now. Looking over at Jeonghan for help, you realize it’s useless as he begins to put in his own ooohs and ahhs to heighten Seungkwan’s teasing. You can feel your face burn into a crimson red, and you tell them to shush before anyone else can hear your conversation. It’s probably too late for that though, since sometimes it feels like Seungkwan was born with a megaphone in his throat.

“Listen, you crazed cupids”, you say with a hushed tone, hoping your company could quiet down, “he just wanted someone to come with him to his favorite diner. I was already texting him before that about the notes he gave me for my ethics class. It was just an in-the-moment situation, you know?” At that, Jeonghan furrows his brows. 

“__, okay, first of all, I was awake and with him at that time, and I’ve been his original diner buddy since we enrolled in college. He refuses to bring anyone else because he gatekeeps those pancakes from everyone, our other close friends included. The diner’s off limits, even to Vernon. That means he thinks you’re special enough to bring to his favorite place”, he teases with smug look. “Second, and more confusing, where the hell did he get notes for ethics? I’ve memorized all of his class schedules like the back of my hand, and he’s never taken any ethics class.”

Tilting your head like a confused puppy, you dig into the topic further. “But, he told me he took it last semester. He even taught me some stuff I didn’t get. Are you sure he never took ethics?”

Shrugging, Jeonghan is confident his roommate never took the class. “Trust me, he’s literally a computer science major. Why would he need to learn about ethics?”

… Huh. 

Now that you think of it, why the hell would a science major take ethics? Where’d he even get those notes from, and why would he lie to you? He said he took the class, and with his knowledge on the subject, it was believable. Before you could continue your little interrogation, you realize the two boys with you have moved past the conversation, talking about their plans for the week.

You jump in, but the thought of Joshua lying to you stays in the back of your head. You’ll deal with this later. In the meantime, you listen to Jeonghan rant about the pains of being an environmental science student (“I had a bug jump straight into my mouth last Tuesday. Jeonghan - 0, nature - 1”).

It’s 10pm now, and you’re home from brunch with the two boys. What Jeonghan said still lingers in your mind, and it’s time to get down to why the hell Joshua lied to you about taking ethics. Taking out your phone, you smile at your lockscreen. It’s a selfie you and Joshua took at the diner, and he’s got whipped cream on the tip of his nose. You remember teasing him about it before wiping it off with your finger and swiping it into your mouth. What followed was his face a shocking red, stuttering from your actions. You look back at that memory as one of your most favorite ones with him. Once you got your phone unlocked, you go straight to messaging him

__: hey josh!!

__: wanna go to the diner tonight? my treat :D just wanted to ask you about smth

josh aka lifesaver: dont even care about what you’re gonna ask me, you could ask me to kill seungkwan and i’d do it with no hesitation if it means free strawberry pancakes

Shaking your head at his adorable excitement, you put on your jacket to head out.

Arriving at the diner, you find him in your usual booth, with the two familiar stacks of pancakes on the table. You smile at Minnie on the way before taking your seat. Once sat down, Joshua grins at you.

“Hey, __. Is everything okay? You look like you’ve got a lot up in your head.” As usual, Joshua is ever the gentleman. Even if he has a smudge of whipped cream on his mouth, you still find yourself swooning at how sweet he is for immediately noticing that you’ve been bothered by your thoughts (even if he caused said thoughts).

“Hey Josh. Thanks for ordering for us. I just wanted to ask you something…”, you trail off. You have no idea how to ask him about his lie. You’re stuck awkwardly fumbling with what to say next, unsure how to go about this. Suddenly, his eyes widen. Setting down his fork, he looks at you worriedly.

“Oh my god, __. Do you…”, he lowers his voice, “do you actually want me to kill Seungkwan? I was joking about the whole ‘no hesitation’ thing! I know he can be a bit much but I don’t think we can kill him.” 

The poor boy looks so scared, and you shake your head with confusion.

“What? No!” Josh sighs in relief.

“Oh thank god, I thought he did something.” You shake your head. “So, what’d you want to ask me then? As much as I love going on these pancake dinners with you, I’m getting a bit worried on why you called me over.”

Here it goes, time to ask him why he lied about taking Ethics. Taking a deep breath, you start. 

“So, it turns out Seungkwan’s friend that we met up with earlier was your roommate, Jeonghan.” He attentively looks at you, nodding as a queue for you to continue.

“We were talking about how I got to know you, and I brought up ethics and how you saved my ass from that awful final presentation, and Jeonghan told me you never took ethics. Care to explain?” As you speak, his face gradually becomes violently red.

“Oh… cat’s out of the bag, I guess”, he admits. Still confused, you let him continue.

“It’s just”, he starts, “I found you so cute during that party and if it wasn’t for Vernon being too drunk to not notice his name was put into that seven minutes in heaven game, I would’ve asked you out.” Blushing at his confession, you’re still confused. What did that have to do with him lying about taking up Ethics? Realizing you’re still lost, he continues with a rushed tone.

“Okay, so, when I got back from helping Vernon, you were already on your way out with Seungkwan and I never got to ask for your number. I asked everyone else at the party if they had your number but they all said I should just ask Seungkwan for it but I’d rather die because he would do that weird eyebrow wiggle thing and try to set us up but I really wanted to ask you out myself”, gasping for air for a second, he continues. 

“So when I saw you looking all stressed over your paper in Ethics – you looked super cute by the way, I thought ‘oh! this is my chance to ask for your number.’ But then I thought, ‘shoot, I never took ethics’ but I know my friend Seungcheol did so after you left I had to beg him for his notes but when he gave them to me they were super messy and I didn’t want you to get his scribbled, unreadable mess, so I spent that night rewriting all of his notes and that was so hard because I really couldn’t read most of it, which is why there was a huge ink scribble on the notes. I couldn’t understand what he wrote so I just put that, but then you asked me the next day about what it said so I had to call him for help. It took us forever to get it but we did, and that’s pretty much it. It was worth it in the end, though, because I got your number and we got to know each other better and now what I’m trying to say is that I’ve come to really like you, and I hope you aren’t mad at me for lying to you”, he finishes, looking like a big flustered mess with how much he’s blushing and gasping for air after that long spiel.

You laugh, and he worriedly looks at you. 

“Josh, you mean to tell me… you went through all that just to get my number?” He looks at you, embarrassed and with a sheepish smile.

“Yes…?” He says with a shrug, still beet red.

Joshua Hong, you really are the cutest person I’ve ever met. 

You laugh again, thinking about how much this poor boy did just so he could talk to you. It’s flattering, honestly. He takes your laughter as something wrong, however, and begins to panic.

“__, I’m so sorry for lying and if that means you want to stop talking to me then–”

“No!”, you interject, “no, I was just laughing at how cute you were and how obscene this entire situation is. I’m not mad, I swear. If anything, I think what you did made me like you even more.” He looks at you as if you just grew two heads, and upon your words dawning upon him, he dons a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

“Oh thank god. But also, you like me?” Oops, looks like you let your tongue slip a bit. “Because I like you too, if that’s not obvious yet. I really, really like you”, he says, making sure to add extra emphasis on the “really”. At this point, the two of you are blushing hard, and it’s too late to take back what you said. Anyway, it’s not like you don’t like him. It’s far from that, actually. 

“Yes, I know you like me, you told me earlier”, you joke, “and yes, I do like you, Joshua Hong.” You thought the boy couldn’t get any redder, but here he is, rivaling the bright strawberries on your plates. He’s smiling even wider than before, and to your confusion, he suddenly calls over Minnie.

“Minnie, please tell everyone here that I’ll be paying for their meals. I’m celebrating me and __ getting together. Oh! And one more order of pancakes for us, please. Is there any way you guys could write ‘congrats on achieving your ultimate dream’ on the plate? I think this is the best day of my life.”

Shaking your head, you smile at him. Even with how intense he is right now, this is the best day of your life, too. Who knew that the worst subject on earth would lead you to where to dating a boy as sweet as those god-like strawberry pancakes?