#seonghwa college au

[mingi-s-dimples]

Taught to Behave - Sanhwa

"You like this, don't you, baby? Getting used. Getting ruined. Getting owned."

~"sanhwa being possessive, college & party au, some random guy flirts with the reader, sanhwa take her back to the dorm to remind her who she belongs to" - req. by anon

pairing: sanhwa x fem!reader

genre: 18+, college au, filth

summary: you're just too innocent and dense to realise someone is flirting with you... and your boyfriends see everything. and they ruin you.

wc: 6.7k

warnings: boyfriends!sanhwa, rough doms!sanhwa, possessiveness, choking, deep throating, bargain, begging, multiple ruined orgasms, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, oral fixation, oral (both m and f), cum play, cum eating, clit slapping, ass spanking, thigh slapping, forced eye contact, teasing, biting, marking, hickeys, restraints (cuffs), dacryphilia, degradation, praising, dumbification, orgasm control, forced orgasms, gagging, nipple play, nipple sucking, breasts fondling, ownership kink, punishment, verbal control, 3some, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for damn sure forgot something this was insane, will edit later.

Author's Note: this was fucking insane hello... I loved writing this as much as it took me 2 days 🤡 but hey! It’s finally done, hihi 🤗 anon pls enjoy it, is... FILTH.. ilysm. stay safe 🥰🤍 lmk in asks how you liked it hihi 😂🤍

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The party was buzzing, the air thick with laughter, music, and the faint scent of alcohol. You weren’t much of a party girl, but with Seonghwa and San by your side, you had agreed to come along. They had promised they wouldn’t leave you alone for a second, but promises like that were easy to break in the chaos of a college party.

Just for a moment, they had stepped away to grab drinks. That’s all it took.

“Hey, you having a good time?” A smooth voice cut through the noise beside you.

You turned to see a guy—tall, confident, a casual smirk playing on his lips. You didn’t think much of it. He seemed friendly, and you weren’t the type to be rude.

“Yeah! It’s fun,” you answered with a small laugh, completely unaware of the way he edged closer, leaning in just slightly to hear you better over the music. The conversation continued— light, easy. He made a joke, and you laughed, a sweet, unknowing smile gracing your lips. You were just being polite, just making conversation. Nothing more.

San and Seonghwa saw the whole thing.

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed first, a sharp clench that San caught immediately. He was already moving before San could stop him, but there was no need—San was right behind him, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable.

They knew you weren’t flirting.

They knew exactly how you got when you flirted, all shy glances and nervous little twitches. But this? This was something else. You were just being polite. Laughing at whatever bullshit this guy was saying, not realizing the way he was inching closer, the way his eyes flickered down to your lips between words.

San let Seonghwa handle it. He stood behind you, pressing close enough for you to feel the heat of his body against your back, and let Seonghwa’s icy voice do the rest.

“Hope you were enjoying the conversation,” Seonghwa said, his hand curling around your waist as he tilted his head, eyes sharp enough to cut. “But we’ll be taking her now.”

The guy blinked, shifting awkwardly as he took in the way both men now flanked you, protective and unyielding. “I was just—”

“You were just leaving,” San cut in, voice deceptively light, though the hand sliding down your hip was anything but.

The man opened his mouth, but the warning look in Seonghwa’s eyes made him think better of it. He muttered a quick, “Yeah, sure,” before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely had time to process it before San’s hand was tightening around yours, tugging you toward the exit with Seonghwa right at your other side. Your heart picked up at the suddenness of it, but you didn’t question them, letting them lead you straight back to the dorm.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world, you knew something had shifted.

San was the first to move, stepping behind you and brushing your hair over your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?” he murmured, fingers pressing into your waist.

Seonghwa took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to his. His expression was unreadable, dark eyes flickering over yours. Then, a small, knowing smile appeared on his face as he brushed his thumb over your lip.

"Guess we’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”

You barely had time to process the shift in the air before San’s hands were already at the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing your thighs as he lifted it just enough to make you shiver.

Seonghwa, still holding your chin, tilted your head further back. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, but the corners of his lips curled with something dangerously soft. Too soft.

"Why—" Your voice came out small, barely above a whisper as San’s fingers dug into your skin, pressing against the meat of your thighs. "What did I do?"

San’s chuckle was warm against your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin before he answered. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, dragging the hem of your dress higher, higher. "You didn’t do anything."

"Not a thing," Seonghwa agreed, voice deceptively soothing as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "But we still have to remind you."

Your breath hitched as San suddenly lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but lace beneath their burning gazes. The second the fabric hit the floor, Seonghwa’s hands were at your waist, smoothing over your stomach, tracing upwards, fingers ghosting just beneath your bra.

San, still pressed behind you, let his hands settle on your hips, kneading the flesh there as he let out a low hum. "You let some random guy stand too close to you, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. "Didn’t even realize it, did you?"

You blinked, heat creeping up your spine as you processed his words. "I was just talking," you whispered, chest rising and falling as Seonghwa finally slid his hands up, pushing your bra straps off your shoulders.

"We know," Seonghwa said simply, voice velvety smooth. His fingers flicked at the clasp of your bra, and before you knew it, the lace joined your dress on the floor. "That’s what makes it so adorable."

Your stomach flipped, their hands working in tandem to undress you as if it were second nature.

San’s fingers dragged along the waistband of your panties, snapping it lightly before he let out a quiet sigh. "You really have no idea how fucking precious you are, do you?"

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but San tsked, nudging them apart again with his knee from behind you. "Not so fast, baby."

Seonghwa stepped back just enough to shrug out of his jacket, the sound of fabric hitting the floor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "We’re not mad," he reassured, eyes locked on yours. "We just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to."

And as San finally peeled your panties down, pressing a lingering kiss against your hip before standing to remove his own shirt, you realized—there was no escaping this lesson tonight.

San settled himself against the headboard, his bare chest gleaming under the dim light as he spread his legs slightly, motioning for you. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmured, voice dripping with something both soft and demanding.

With a gentle tug, he guided you onto his lap, his strong hands gripping your hips as he positioned you exactly how he wanted—your back flush against his chest, thighs draped over his, legs spread open for Seonghwa, who had just settled onto his knees between them.

Seonghwa’s gaze dragged over your exposed body, dark and unreadable, before flickering up to meet San’s. Whatever unspoken agreement passed between them sent a shiver down your spine.

San’s lips found your neck first, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands roamed upward, cupping your breasts, kneading them with a slow, deliberate squeeze that had your breath hitching.

"You’re so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, teeth grazing along your jawline.

Seonghwa, still kneeling between your legs, trailed his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing. His lips followed the path of his hands, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake, the contrast between his softness and San’s firm touch making your head spin.

"Spreading so easy for us," Seonghwa mused, his voice dipping into something deeper, rougher. "You really are ours, aren’t you?"

San hummed in agreement, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as his teeth scraped along your earlobe. "Ours to touch…" He gave your breasts another squeeze. "Ours to ruin."

Your breath caught as Seonghwa’s kisses inched higher, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin near your core. Your fingers gripped San’s forearms, nails digging into his skin as anticipation coiled tight in your belly.

Seonghwa glanced up, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Look at her, San," he murmured, lips ghosting over the very place you needed him most. "Already shaking, and I haven’t even started yet."

San chuckled against your neck, his hold on you tightening. "Then don’t keep her waiting."

And then Seonghwa dove in.

He wasted no time, his tongue dragging over your folds in one slow, teasing motion before pressing deeper, tasting you like a man starved. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled you even closer, burying himself between your legs.

Your back arched against San’s chest, breathy gasps spilling from your lips as Seonghwa worked his tongue over you, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” San murmured in your ear, his voice heavy with arousal. His grip on your breasts tightened, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers, adding to the overstimulation that was quickly driving you insane.

Seonghwa groaned against your core, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through you. But it wasn’t just from eating you out—his other hand had moved to his own cock, stroking himself as he devoured you, his pace rough and desperate. He didn't bother taking off his pants yet.. he was just as gone as you were. He just pushed them down slightly and.. got to jerking off.

“God, Hwa,” San chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Are you that impatient?”

Seonghwa didn’t respond—his only answer was a deep, hungry moan against your folds as he sucked on your clit, his own strokes growing even faster. Your thighs trembled in his grasp, your entire body strung tight, every nerve buzzing with the approaching orgasm.

San could tell. He felt it in the way your breath hitched, in the way your hips bucked into Seonghwa’s mouth, in the way your nails clawed at his arms.

And just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t peak any higher, San slid one hand down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit.

Your entire body jolted. “S-San—”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, pressing slow, torturous circles against the swollen nub. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

Your only response was a desperate whine, a sound that had both of them groaning.

Seonghwa flicked his tongue faster, his strokes on himself turning erratic, his grip tightening against your thigh.

“You better cum,” San murmured, his fingers moving in sync with Seonghwa’s tongue. “Right now, sweetheart. Give it to us.”

Your body was wound so tight it was a miracle you hadn’t snapped yet. The combination of Seonghwa’s tongue and San’s fingers was sending you hurtling straight toward the edge, your thighs trembling, your hands desperately clutching San’s forearms for some semblance of control.

But they weren’t about to let you have any.

Seonghwa moaned against your folds as he sucked harder, the obscene sound only making you more desperate. San’s fingers didn’t let up either, rubbing ruthless, fast circles over your swollen clit, his other arm keeping you firmly locked against his chest.

“S-San—Hwa—” You barely got their names out, voice breaking into breathy whimpers.

“Hmm?” San hummed mockingly against your ear, his breath hot. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t even talk anymore?”

Seonghwa groaned at your taste, tongue delving even deeper as his strokes on himself grew messier. He could feel the way you were tightening, how your body was twitching, how your moans were growing sharper—so fucking close.

San grinned, knowing it too. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy, fingers never slowing. “Show us who you belong to.”

And just like that, the coil snapped.

Your back arched against San’s chest, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your lips as your orgasm crashed into you, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of your body. Seonghwa groaned against you as you pulsed around his tongue, drinking in every last drop.

But they didn’t stop.

San kept his fingers moving, rubbing relentlessly over your sensitive clit. Seonghwa kept licking, eating you up like he’d never get another taste.

You jerked against them, the overstimulation hitting you like lightning. “T-Too much—”

“Too much?” San cooed mockingly. “You can take it.” His grip on your hips tightened as you writhed. “You’re ours. That means we get to ruin you.”

Seonghwa hummed in agreement, his lips still latched onto you, his own pleasure teetering on the edge. He was painfully close, his cock throbbing in his hand as he kept stroking himself, desperate for release.

San noticed.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, tilting his head. “You’re just as bad as she is, aren’t you, Hwa?”

Seonghwa groaned, pulling away from your drenched folds, his lips swollen and glistening. He didn’t say a word—he just shifted up, still kneeling between your legs, his hand wrapped tight around his cock. His breaths were heavy, his brows furrowed in blissful frustration.

San grinned. “Go on, then.”

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, his free hand reaching out to tilt your chin up and he got up halfway, still on his knees. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his dark gaze locking onto yours.

“Open.” His voice was hoarse, barely more than a command.

You obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as he slid his thumb past them first, groaning when he felt your warm tongue against it. But it wasn’t enough—he needed more.

His hand left your chin, wrapping around the base of his cock again. He stroked himself a few more times, sharp and fast, before his control finally snapped.

His head tipped back, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his lips as he came, hot and thick onto your tongue. Some of it dripped down the corner of your lips, but he was quick to swipe it up with his fingers, pushing it back into your mouth.

San, still holding you against his chest, chuckled. “Goddamn, Hwa.”

Seonghwa’s chest was heaving as he collected himself, his dark eyes still locked onto you as you swallowed. “Shut up,” he muttered breathlessly.

San smirked. “Impatient fucker.”

Seonghwa only huffed, finally shifting off the bed. “You’re one to talk,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to San’s *very* obvious problem.

San only grinned, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa exhaled heavily, raking his fingers through his hair before reaching for the waistband of his pants. His movements were smooth, deliberate, his belt unfastened with a sharp snap before he let it fall to the floor. His zipper came next, the slow, teasing sound only adding to the anticipation thickening in the air. He shoved his pants down, leaving him in only his briefs, his cock straining against the fabric, desperate for attention once again.

San followed, already shirtless, his toned torso illuminated by the dim light of the room. He made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his strong thighs before kicking them off entirely. Unlike Seonghwa, he didn’t hesitate to strip fully, pushing his briefs down as well, letting his cock spring free. He was already painfully hard, the tip glistening, the sight making your mouth water.

San wasted no time, pulling you against him as he settled onto his knees, your chest flush against his. His arms wrapped around you possessively, one hand pressing firmly against your lower back, keeping you in place, while the other gently tilted your chin down—guiding your gaze toward the thick length standing right in front of you. His hard, dripping cock.

Seonghwa had taken off his briefs and positioned himself behind you, hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in. His lips brushed against your ear, a low chuckle vibrating against your skin. "You look so fucking perfect between us." His fingers traced down your spine, slow and deliberate, before he gripped your waist, adjusting your position.

San hummed in agreement, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Be a good girl for us, yeah?" He didn’t give you time to answer before slapping the tip of his cock against your lips, urging you to open up for him.

At the same time, Seonghwa’s grip on your hips tightened, and with one slow, torturous thrust, he bottomed out.

Your gasp was swallowed by San’s cock as he pushed further into your mouth, the intrusion forcing your jaw open wider. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing—just holding, controlling. Letting you know he could take over anytime he wanted.

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned as he buried himself deeper, your tight walls squeezing around him perfectly. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your flesh as he bottomed out, a low curse leaving his lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

San exhaled sharply above you, watching as your lips stretched around his length. “Bet she feels even better wrapped around you, huh, Hwa?” His voice was laced with amusement, but the slight tremor in it gave away just how much he was enjoying this.

Seonghwa let out a breathy chuckle, pulling back before thrusting in again, setting a slow but firm pace. “She’s perfect.” His fingers slid up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades to arch your back deeper. “And she’s ours.”

San’s grip in your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as he rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into your throat. He groaned when he felt you swallow around him, his free hand cupping your cheek. “So pretty like this, taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa’s thrusts grew rougher, each snap of his hips pushing you further onto San’s cock. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely at their mercy—it was too much and yet not enough. You whimpered around San, your hands gripping his thighs for stability, nails digging in.

San chuckled breathlessly, wiping a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Mm, look at you, baby. Crying already?” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

Behind you, Seonghwa groaned at San’s words, his thrusts turning sharper. “She can take it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “She’ll take everything we give her.”

San smirked. “That’s right.” He guided your head down further, letting you take him all the way. “And she’s going to even thank us for it.”

San was as close as Seonghwa was initially, his cock throbbing in your mouth with every thrust and every lick. As soon as you licked around and sucked him off for a couple of times, strings of white silky cum shoot out in your mouth as he came. He pulled back with a slick pop, his cock leaving your mouth coated in your spit and his cum. A string of it clung to your lips, and he wiped it off with his thumb, only to push it right back into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

Seonghwa growled behind you, his thrusts slowing—dangerous. “You’ve been so, so innocent, talking to that man tonight…”

San hummed in agreement, running his fingers through your hair before gripping the roots at the base of your skull, yanking your head back. “And now? Now you think you can just take our cocks and be done?” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re fucked if you think that.. more than fucked.”

Seonghwa pulled out entirely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. But before you could even beg, he flipped you onto your back with ease, your body barely having time to register the shift before he was on you again.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. His other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His dark eyes flickered down, filled with something wild—something dangerous. “You want to be a brat?” he murmured, voice like velvet laced with steel. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

San’s chuckle was low, amused. “You know what brats get, don’t you, baby?” He trailed a finger down your stomach, light, teasing. His touch stopped right above your swollen clit, not giving you what you needed.

Your thighs trembled, your hips shifting to chase his fingers, desperate for friction. “P-Please—”

San tsked. “Oh, you wanna beg now?” His hand suddenly came down on your inner thigh. A sharp slap that had your breath stuttering, the sting blooming instantly. “Where was this obedience earlier, huh?”

Seonghwa tightened his grip around your throat, his lips curving into a smirk. “She’s only good when she’s desperate.”

San hummed. “Then let’s make her desperate.”

He moved faster than you could process, reaching to grab something from the nightstand. A second later, the sharp *click* of metal filled the air.

Handcuffs.

You barely had time to gasp before Seonghwa was snapping them around your wrists, locking them above your head. “There,” he murmured, leaning down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Now you’re ours to do with as we please.”

And then, without warning—Seonghwa *slapped* your clit.

Your whole body jerked, a choked cry ripping from your throat as the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain sent electricity shooting through your veins.

San groaned. “Oh, that was pretty.”

Seonghwa did it again. Harder.

Your back arched, the metal of the cuffs digging into your skin as your body struggled against them. But there was nowhere to go. Nothing to do except take it.

“Aw,” San cooed mockingly, watching as your thighs trembled. “Too much?”

Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your dripping folds, gathering the slick that had only worsened with the punishment. He brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. “I don’t think so,” he murmured. “She’s fucking dripping.”

San chuckled. “She likes being punished.”

Seonghwa smirked, pressing a single finger against your clit—not rubbing, not moving. Just applying pressure, the promise of more. “You like this, don’t you, baby?” His voice was low, intoxicating. “Getting used. Getting ruined.”

San leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours. “Getting owned.”

Seonghwa hummed, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being at our mercy.” His free hand traced down your torso, his fingertips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your stomach before sliding lower, teasing but never quite giving.

You whimpered, your body trembling under their touch, craving more—needing more. The metal of the cuffs bit into your wrists as you instinctively tugged against them, your need for control slipping further away.

San chuckled, his lips curling against your skin. “Already so restless,” he mused. “Should we give her what she wants, hyung?”

Seonghwa smirked, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction more. “Not yet. She hasn’t earned it.”

Your whine of frustration only made them laugh, a mix of amusement and satisfaction evident in their voices. San’s hands roamed your sides, tracing the curves of your body with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you squirmed beneath his touch.

Seonghwa’s grip finally loosened, only for his fingers to trail down your spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through you. “Patience,” he whispered, his lips grazing the back of your neck. “We’ll take our time ruining you.”

San caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with both praise and possession. “But you can be better, can’t you?”

The tension between you all was electric, your body trapped between them, your mind clouded with need. They were in no rush, savoring every reaction, every twitch, every sound that escaped your lips.

You were theirs. And they were going to make sure you never forgot it.

They both suddenly lift you on your legs in front of the bed. Your own arousal drips on the floor, legs shaking and Seonghwa standing in front of you.

Seonghwa’s hum is like silk, deceptively smooth despite the rough grip he has on your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his dark, unreadable gaze. San stands behind you, arms crossed, tongue running over his teeth as he watches you with amusement.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before Seonghwa’s grip tightens, his other hand gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back. In an instant, you’re spun around, body pressed flush against his as he manhandles you toward the bed.

San is already sitting at the edge of it, legs spread, waiting.

Seonghwa forces you forward until you’re straddling San’s lap, his strong arms keeping you in place. You squirm instinctively, your knees digging into the mattress, but before you can adjust, San grabs your hips and yanks you down onto his cock.

There’s no warning. No easing in. Just one brutal, unforgiving thrust that stretches you open in an instant.

You cry out, body lurching forward, hands flying to grip San’s shoulders. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, his nails sinking into your waist to hold you in place.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” San murmurs, his head tipping back as he exhales sharply. His grip tightens, keeping you from moving even an inch.

Seonghwa chuckles behind you, his presence overwhelming. “Of course she is. She’s been teasing all night, acting like she wouldn't know the consequences. But her little cunt says otherwise.”

You whimper, already lightheaded from the way San is seated so deep inside you. But before you can even adjust to the stretch, Seonghwa moves behind you, pressing your back to his chest. One of his hands snakes around your throat while the other grips your hip, holding you still as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance—the exact same one where San is already buried inside you.

“No—wait, I—”

Your words cut off into a choked sob as Seonghwa thrusts inside in one stuttering, brutal stroke. The stretch is almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once.

San curses beneath you, his hands gripping your ass to spread you wider, while Seonghwa groans into your ear, his teeth scraping along the shell of it.

“Look at that,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “You can take us both so well, but you don’t even realize how much of a slut you are, do you?”

You can’t answer. Not when they’re both inside you, so deep, so thick, making you feel so impossibly full. You can’t even *breathe*.

And they don’t let you adjust.

Seonghwa’s grip on your throat tightens as he pulls back just enough to slam forward again, making you jolt. San follows immediately, thrusting up into you, their movements perfectly synchronized as they set a brutal, punishing pace.

There’s no teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless fucking.

Your body is caught between them, used, controlled, forced to take every ruthless thrust as they fuck into you with no intention of slowing down. Your nails dig into San’s shoulders, your head tilting back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“That’s it,” San breathes, watching your ruined expression with half-lidded eyes. “Already so dumb for us, huh? Can’t even think, can you?”

Seonghwa hums in agreement, his free hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles just to toy with you. “She doesn’t need to think. She just needs to take it.”

You do. You take everything they give you, let them use you however they want. And the worst part? It feels so fucking good.

Your orgasm builds fast, your thighs trembling, body tightening as they drive you closer to the edge. Seonghwa feels it immediately—the way you clench around them, the way your breaths become short and desperate.

And just as you’re about to break—

They stop.

Seonghwa pulls out. San follows.

You sob at the loss, your walls spasming around nothing, your body trembling with frustration. Your hands claw at San’s arms, trying to ground yourself, trying to *understand*—

But they don’t give you a moment to recover.

Seonghwa grips your chin, turning your head so you’re forced to look at him. His lips are parted, his pupils blown, his cock glistening with your arousal. And yet, his expression is entirely composed, utterly controlled.

“That’s one,” he murmurs.

You let out a broken whimper, your head falling forward against San’s shoulder.

San chuckles, running his hands up your sides, his touch almost gentle despite the cruelty of his actions. “Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

You don’t get a second to prepare before Seonghwa pushes you down onto the mattress, pressing you flat as he lines himself up behind you again.

Then he’s inside you. Deep. Hard. Devastating.

San stands, stepping around the bed until he’s in front of you. His cock is still slick with your arousal, glistening under the dim lighting. He strokes himself lazily, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"Open," he orders.

You hesitate for only a second before parting your lips. That second costs you—Seonghwa’s palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack making you jolt.

San grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Did you forget how to listen, baby?" he taunts.

Before you can answer, he slides his cock past your lips, filling your mouth in one smooth motion. He doesn’t let you ease into it—his hips push forward until he’s deep in your throat, making you gag instantly.

Seonghwa takes advantage of the momentary distraction. His hands grip your hips, spreading you open before slamming into you from behind.

There’s no warning. No build-up. Just one devastating thrust that has your body lurching forward, San’s cock slipping even deeper down your throat.

You choke, your hands clawing at the sheets as your body struggles to handle both of them. But they don’t stop. They *don’t care*.

Seonghwa sets a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress like he’s trying to break you. His nails dig into your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, forcing you to take every punishing thrust.

San isn’t any kinder. His grip tightens in your hair, keeping your head still as he fucks your mouth with the same merciless rhythm. His cock drags against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat with every movement.

Tears sting your eyes, drool spills from the corners of your lips, but they only seem to enjoy the sight of you unraveling.

“Such a good little slut,” Seonghwa growls, voice breathless yet firm. “Letting us ruin you after acting like an innocent little thing at that party."

San groans, his thumb brushing over your cheek, feeling the way his cock bulges in your throat. "She’s *perfect* like this."

The pleasure is unbearable. The way they use you—force you to take them, to surrender completely—has you spiraling. Your body trembles, your walls clenching around Seonghwa, your throat tightening around San.

You're close. So close it’s humiliating. The heat in your stomach coils tighter, the pleasure building to a breaking point—

And then they pull away.

San slides his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, watching with amusement as you gasp for air, your lips red and swollen. Seonghwa drags himself out of your soaked cunt, his cock slick with your arousal, and delivers another sharp slap to your ass.

“That’s another one,” he breathes.

A strangled sob escapes your lips, your body still trembling from the denied release. Your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, aching, ruined.

San runs his fingers over your swollen lips, tilting his head as he admires your wrecked expression. “We can keep this up all night, baby,” he coos. “You know that, right?”

Seonghwa grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His expression is composed, utterly in control. “Sweetie.. you know what to do.”

Your pride is shattered, your desperation unbearable. But you don’t hesitate.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice wrecked. “Please let me cum. Please, I need it—I need you, I need to—”

San chuckles, running a thumb over your spit-slick lips. “Mhm. that’s much better."

Seonghwa smirks. "I guess she’s learned her lesson."

San hums in agreement. "Yeah. I think she deserves a reward now."

"Aww, she’s shaking," San murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

You *are* shaking—your body writhing between them, overwhelmed and desperate. They’ve been teasing you for what feels like forever, pushing you to the edge only to pull away, leaving you ruined and empty.

But now?

Now, they’re finally giving you what you want.

Seonghwa's fingers press deep inside your dripping cunt, curling perfectly against your sweet spot. His other hand holds you down, keeping you spread open as he works you over with precision—slow, deliberate, *taunting.*

San, meanwhile, sits beside you, his gaze locked onto your wrecked expression. His fingers tug at your swollen, spit-slick lips before sliding down your body, reaching between your thighs to toy with your aching clit.

"Poor thing," San coos mockingly, his fingers circling your sensitive bud. "All worked up with nowhere to go."

Your back arches violently, your body instinctively chasing the pleasure, *begging* for release without words.

Seonghwa chuckles. "She’s *so* close," he muses, his voice smooth but firm. "I can feel her clenching around my fingers."

You let out a strangled moan, your body tensing, your climax teetering right on the edge.

And this time—this time, they don’t stop.

San leans down, his lips ghosting over yours as he presses just the right amount of pressure to your clit, rubbing tight, devastating circles that send you spiraling.

Seonghwa crooks his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot, his pace unrelenting. "Cum for us," he murmurs, voice low, commanding. "Now."

The moment his words hit you, the coil in your stomach *snaps.*

Pleasure crashes over you like a violent wave, your body convulsing, thighs trembling as your orgasm tears through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, your hands grasping at nothing, desperate to ground yourself.

But they don’t *let* you recover.

San grins wickedly, watching your face twist in pleasure. "That’s it," he murmurs.

And then Seonghwa pulls his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, slick and drenched, only to drag them up to your lips.

"Open," he orders.

You barely register the command, still reeling from your orgasm, but when you don’t respond quickly enough, San grips your jaw, forcing your lips apart.

Seonghwa slides his fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. "Taste yourself," he whispers darkly.

Your body is still trembling when Seonghwa shifts behind you, his hands grabbing your thighs to spread you open again. San moves, kneeling between your legs, stroking himself as he watches you come down from your high.

But the moment you manage to catch your breath, Seonghwa’s lips ghost against your ear, his voice a promise.

"You begged so pretty for it,' Seonghwa

murmurs, his fingers ghosting along your

jaw as you tremble between them. "But did

you really think we'd stop just because we're finally letting you cum?"

San chuckles darkly, his thumbs pressing

into your waist as he aligns himself with

your entrance again. "Oh, baby," he sighs,

mockingly sweet. "You're so fucked."

You barely have a second to catch your

breath before they thrust into you at the same time.

Your body jolts forward, mouth parting in a

silent scream as they stretch you open all

over again. There's no slow buildup--no

mercy. Seonghwa drives his cock into your

drenched cunt from behind, his pace deep

and punishing, while San grips your hips

and thrusts into you from the front.

There's nowhere to run. No escape. You're

trapped between them, your body forced to take every relentless thrust as they fuck into you, raw and unyielding.

San presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His hands roam over your body, gripping your waist, your ribs--before sliding up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your hardened nipples before he pinches them, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. You cry out at the sensation, your back arching.

"That's it," San groans, voice wrecked with

lust. "Let us hear you."

Seonghwa tightens his grip on your throat,

not hard enough to cut off your air, but

enough to remind you of his control. His

free hand moves to join San's, fingers

teasing and squeezing your breasts, while

his cock slams into you even deeper.

"You look so fucking good like this," he

mutters against your ear. "So cock-drunk,

so ruined--taking us like you were made for it.”

Your nails dig into San's shoulders, the

pleasure so overwhelming it's unbearable. And as if it isn't enough, San leans down,

his lips finding the curve of your throat.

He doesn't kiss you gently. No, he claims

you--his teeth sinking into your skin

sucking hard enough to leave dark bruises

in his wake.

"You're ours," he growls against your neck,

"You know that, don't you?"

You sob, your body shaking as he moves

lower, his tongue trailing down between

your breasts. His mouth finds one of your

nipples, wrapping around it as he sucks

harshly, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your entire body shudders, overstimulated

beyond belief. Seonghwa tightens his hold

on your throat, his grip grounding you, while his hips snap forward, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.

"You're close again," he breathes, his lips

brushing against your ear. "I can feel it."

You can't deny it. You're so close, the

pleasure coiling impossibly tight in your

stomach, your body on the verge of

breaking

San releases your nipple with a sinful pop,

his lips moving back up to your throat. His

hands grip your hips, keeping you steady as he fucks into you even harder, his cock

slamming into you in perfect sync with Seonghwa.

Your body was theirs to control, to break apart and piece back together, and they knew it. You were caught between them, helpless, overpowered, your body shaking as pleasure warred with the overwhelming force of their touch.

San had one hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to remind you who was in control—while the other gripped your hip, forcing you to take everything he gave. His dark eyes bore into yours, drinking in every whimper, every twitch, every desperate attempt to hold yourself together. Behind you, Seonghwa was just as relentless, his grip bruising as he held you steady, his pace unyielding, punishing.

"You’ve taken your punishment so well," San rasped, his breath fanning against your lips. "I think you’ve had enough for tonight."

Seonghwa groaned behind you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear. "Mm, barely. But she’s been good." His fingers dug into your waist before he added, "Let’s give her what she needs."

And then they did.

San’s fingers found your most sensitive spot, ruthless and precise, stroking with an expertise that made your head spin. Seonghwa’s grip tightened, his lips curling against your ear as he whispered, "Come for us, baby. Now."

The command sent you spiraling, your body locking up before pleasure tore through you, raw and blinding. A cry ripped from your throat as you shattered between them, your body shaking, utterly wrecked.

They didn’t let you fall.

Seonghwa caught you first, his hands smoothing over your trembling frame, pressing you back against his warm chest. San was just as quick, brushing damp strands of hair from your face as he pulled you close, his touch now gentle, soothing. The shift was effortless—ruthless dominance melting into something tender, something worshipful.

San kissed your forehead, murmuring, "Did so well for us, sweetheart."

Seonghwa hummed his approval, his hands never stopping their slow, grounding strokes along your sides. "So perfect," he praised, voice softer now. "We’ve got you."

For a long moment, the only sound was your slowing breaths, their warmth pressing into you, keeping you anchored. And then, as expected, the teasing began.

San's fingers trailed lazily up your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk against your temple. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

You barely had the energy to answer, but you knew better than to keep them waiting. "You…"

Seonghwa chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. "Who, baby?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but they heard it—felt it. "San… Hwa… Both of you."

San grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips. "That’s right. Good girl."

Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around you tighter, his voice low, possessive. "Ours."

Wrapped between them, sore in the best way, you let yourself sink into the safety of their embrace. Completely spent. Completely theirs.

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Ateez as Romance Tropes

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Introducing the members as my favourite romance tropes that I love seeing in movies or reading in books. Updates will come every couple of days, so stay tuned!

Lots of love, and happy reading X

Hongjoong - Mafia leader

The one with the Mafia king's rose

Genres and warnings: Mafia leader Hongjoong, florist reader, strangers to lovers, mature language, happy ending

Seonghwa - Accidental pregnancy

The one with the one night stand

Genres and warnings: One night stand Seonghwa x reader, mild smut, pregnancy, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers

Yunho - Fake boyfriend

The one where you fall in love for real

Genres and warnings: Best friend Yunho, wedding parties, fluff, mature language, friends to lovers

Yeosang - Arranged marriage

The one where you try to hate your future husband

Genres and warnings: Royals, strangers to lovers, fluff, humor, mature language

San - Bodyguard

The one with the man of steel and his soft heart Part 1 Part 2 Final

Genres and warnings: strangers to lovers, bodyguard San, mayor's daughter, fluff, mature language, mild smut

Mingi - Grumpy x Sunshine

The one with the flower crown

Genres and warnings: established relationship, biker Mingi, preschool teacher reader, fluff

Wooyoung - Best friends to lovers

The one where Wooyoung has had enough

Genres and warnings: best friend Wooyoung, oblivious reader, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, mature language

Jongho - Soccer player x nerd

The one with the soccer punch

Genres and warnings: college romance, strangers to lovers, fluff, mature language, Jongho is obsessed with nerdy reader, gentle giant Jongho

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Would anyone be interested if I wrote an academic rivals to lovers Yunho x reader story?? 👀

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 | 𝑃. 𝑆𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐺𝐻𝑊𝐴 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Alternate Universe: University, OG Countries

Genre: Mature, Fluff, Smut, F2L

Pairing: Seonghwa X Nerd F!Reader

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Summary:

“This may be the night that my dreams might let me know. All the stars are closer.” - Kendrick Lamar and SZA, All The Stars

You were made of stars. Stitched from constellations and loneliness. He found you anyway.

In a foreign land, where you chased your dreams of creative writing, you collided with Park Seonghwa: beautiful, radiant, terrifyingly kind. Between stolen glances, unfinished stories, rooftop constellations, and a love that bloomed like a supernova, you realise: you were never lost. You were just waiting for someone to find you in your orbit — and stay.

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Warnings: kissing, neck kissing, oral sex (fem rec.), explicit language, mirror sex, body worship, light dom/sub, slight breeding kink (if you squint), fingerfucking (kinda), overstim., manhandling, forced eye contact, handjobs. Wooyoung is his own warning lolz.

A/N: So this popped up on my fyp the day i finished my draft of this ff, the song is the same and so is the man, is this a sign from the universe or am i tweakin?? someone pls save yeosang in this ff, also this may be a bit self indulgent, reader has acne scars and stretch marks, literally waited until i finished TSDOT7 to post this, finalising this during finals week was ironic af

Being an astrophysics major by itself was a dream come true.

Indeed, the math was brutal. There were countless nights you banged your head against textbooks, hoping osmosis would bless you with answers. Growing up in a country that shaped global advancements in STEM, it felt natural, inevitable, even, to fall in love with the cosmos. And you did. You chased astrophysics with a ferocity few could match. But when your 12-year-old self first discovered writing; something shifted. Something opened. Which is exactly why, the moment you held your degree in strong hands, you applied for college again. Not for answers in equations, but for meaning in words. This time, in a country known not for rockets or labs, but for language, philosophy, and the ache of beautiful things. You wanted an adventure so you sought it out.

In this world, most countries are known for something. Like people, each country had a soul.

Illusia was music. Open beaches, summer-long festivals, street art blooming across abandoned buildings.

Halaland pulsed neon. Dance battles in alleyways, cyphers on rooftops, espresso-fueled tech startups with holographic prototypes coded overnight.

Aurelia was revolutionary. Poetry-like war cries. Taekwondo academies and experimental theatre in the same street.

And then there were two. The two that held your story between them.

Mehrasht , your home. Capital: Rajmaer . A country where science was the tenet; where teenagers programmed robots in ancient courtyards, and RIOSAF — Rajmaer Institute of Sciences & Innovation — stood like a temple for the mind. You’d entered its gates at fifteen, graduating by nineteen as one of their youngest astrophysics scholars. It wasn’t easy. It never is. But it was everything.

And now?

Atelora. Capital: Solune . The mountains watched over the city like protectors. Rain fell often, perfect for writing and introspection. The monsoon was very similar to your home and often brought you comfort. This was where you studied creative writing now — SMAI , Solune Music & Arts Institute . Modest in size, but fierce in passion. Here, painters drew images beyond explanation, philosophers debated and musicians wrote symphonies inspired by heartbreak.

Even though you were technically a “transfer student,” your presence had stirred curiosity from the moment you stepped onto campus. You were young, just twenty, already holding a degree, already having stared down and solving equations that made most students shudder. And yet you chose stories. You chose metaphors. You chose a blank page over a telescope lens– for now at least. Still, the stars never quite left you. You saw them in your writing.

And sometimes you saw them in him .

You had become extremely close friends with a group of 8 artistic men. Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho.

And of course Park Seonghwa. The incarnation of your desires. 

When you first set your gaze upon him in your shared mythology class, it felt as though time itself had stopped ticking, going against the very physics you spent years getting a degree over. The irony of it never failed to baffle you. It wasn't his looks—although that man was undeniably beautiful—it was the book he was reading. It was about the rich culture and mythology of your country, of Mehrasht. You didn't have the courage to approach him and chose to sit a row ahead of him. Yeosang sat next to you and his curiosity got the best of him and he started asking about your astrophysics degree. You both bonded over your love for space and mythology. He introduced you to the rest of his group and you all clicked instantly, their accepting and loving nature helping you in a new country and school. When you realised that Seonghwa was part of their group, you almost started believing in a god. 

—

The campus library was nearly empty. Golden light pooling through stained glass. You're sitting on the floor between the philosophy and poetry sections, legs crossed, hoodie sleeves pushed to your elbows, eyes locked on your laptop screen. Seonghwa finds you there. He just sits beside you, a quiet gravity. He’s of course still shy due to your friendship being new, but still open minded and curious about your nature.

“You’re writing something new?” he asks softly.

You close your laptop halfway, unsure. “It’s not finished.”

“Neither is the story of our lives,” he murmurs. “But it is still beautiful is it not.”

You hesitate… then open it again and slide it toward him. The title reads:

“Orbit; Closer to Me”

He reads in silence, his eyes taking in every piece of your literary marvel.

The story follows two satellites. Drifting, spinning, drawn toward the same dying planet. One is built to observe, the other to destroy. But they keep circling, unable to touch, always a second too late. Always on the opposite side of the planet. In a way it resembled you and Seonghwa. Your tendency to always search for more, your ambition and constant drive causing things to fall around you; to be destroyed. And Seonghwa, who observed everyone with tender eyes.

At the very end, one of the satellites whispers: "If I had met you in another world, would the universe allow me to love you completely? Would we be closer?"

Seonghwa’s hand tightens on the laptop. “Woah,” he says, voice raw, “Holy shit.”

You don't look at him. Not yet. “It’s fiction,” you say.

“Then let me live in it,” he replies with a chuckle.

You finally turn, eyes meeting him. Your voice, when it comes, is steady.

“Do you think stars could have a mind of their own and fall in love?”

Seonghwa pauses and takes in the character of your question, deeply thinking of a good and honest answer.

“Only the brightest ones,” he answers. “The ones who burn knowing they’ll die. Because they know what true love is.”

You smile. And for the first time in a long time, you don't feel like you're drifting, you don’t feel hollow.

—

Over time, the eight of them became family. Your corner of comfort. Music and lyrical composition with Hongjoong and Mingi. Long philosophical conversations with Yeosang. Soft, contemporary dance lessons which Yunho begged to teach you. Chaotic sleepovers at your place with Wooyoung and San. Karaoke, pranks and card games with Jongho. And despite how new everything had once felt, your world here, in Atelora, in Solune, began to feel a little more like home .

Still, with Seonghwa, things moved... differently. At first, he barely spoke to you. Not out of disinterest, but out of something that almost felt like reverence. Like he didn’t want to ruin something fragile and rare just by getting too close. He listened more than he talked. Always watching, always gently smiling.

But slowly, things shifted after that day in the library.

It started with shared glances during lectures. Long, held eye contact across the seminar room which ended with both of you looking away with blushes coating your cheeks. Then came the silent routine of walking out of class together, neither of you planning it, but always falling into step as if the universe programmed it.

One day, he tapped your shoulder with a quiet, “Hey Y/N,” as you were packing your notes. You turned — breath caught somewhere between your ribs due to his touch— only to find him holding your Mehrashtri fountain pen.

“You dropped this.” It was such a small thing. But when his fingers brushed yours the hum of the world changed frequency.

—

A study session just the two of you was meant to be about ancient symbolism in myths, but somehow ending with him asking about your favorite stars.

“Do you still look up at them?” he asked one night.

“Always,” you replied. “Even when I write, I think I’m trying to translate starlight into words.”

He’d gone quiet for a moment. Then, softly:

“That’s beautiful.”

You’re beautiful , you almost said. But didn’t.

Instead, you let yourself fall in love with his presence. The way he gently corrected your posture when you slouched over your notebook, pushed up your glasses with a laugh as they slipped. The way he hummed under his breath when reading. The way he memorized your favorite coffee or chai order and even started bringing it without asking. The way he cared for his 7 brothers, mother hen style.

He started borrowing your books. You started sketching constellations in his notes. When he spoke about Mehrasht, he did so with admiration. Not as someone who studied it from afar, but as someone who now saw it through your eyes.

Sometimes, you caught him looking at you like you were a story he was trying to finish; or maybe one he was too scared to begin.

He didn’t say it, not yet. But Seonghwa was falling.

And you. Brilliant, quiet, starlit. Were becoming his galaxy.

—

One afternoon, you were in your car, inching out of campus traffic, when you spotted Seonghwa stepping through the front doors of the main building.

“Seonghwa!” you called out, rolling your window down.

His head lifted from where he’d been tucking a pencil into his tote. He turned toward the sound of your voice, eyes scanning until they landed on you, and then, he smiled. That soft, radiant smile that made your heart do impossible things. He jogged over, tote swinging at his side.

“Hey, Y/N! Heading home?”

“Yep. Want a ride?” you asked, eyes lighting up with a mix of mischief and sincerity.

There was a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, subtle, but you didn’t catch it.

“If it’s not a problem,” he said gently.

“My love, you are far from a problem. You’re my salvation,” you replied, lips curling into a flirty smirk.

The blush was immediate. A red flush crept from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, blooming beautifully across his cheeks.

“Spoken like a true creative writing major,” he murmured, looking away with a grin.

You laughed. “Get in, loser.”

He didn’t hesitate after that. He opened the passenger door and slid in, and just like that, the two of you were back in your orbit. The two of you sang along to songs from both your countries, laughing at each other’s dramatic falsettos and purposely missed notes. His pronunciation in your mother tongue never failed to impress you. At this point, Seonghwa was an honorary Mehrashtri. When you finally pulled up in front of their shared house, Seonghwa turned to you, his expression softening. He reached for your hands, took them into his, and pressed gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“Thank you for the ride,” he whispered.

You didn’t need to reply. The smile you gave him said enough.

As your friendship grew, so did the bravery to start being physically affectionate with each other. Closer than you even realized. He had started reaching out to you more, sitting beside you even when there were other open seats, touching your wrist when he wanted your attention, letting his hand linger longer than necessary when passing you notes. And you… you welcomed it all.

Every graze of fingers, every shoulder bump, every brush of knees. It was intoxicating. Friends, yes, but always on the verge of something more. That tension definitely did not go unnoticed.

Jongho and Wooyoung were relentless in their teasing towards you . Hongjoong and Yunho, on the other hand, took it upon themselves to push Seonghwa — nudging him with pointed looks and strategic wingmanning. The seven of them were on a mission to get their oldest with you.

As you drove away that day, you waved at him through the window. He stood at the curb, watching you disappear into the streetlight-dappled horizon. Then, sighing to himself he turned and walked inside.

What you didn’t know, what you still didn’t know, was this:

Seonghwa had driven himself to campus that day. His car was parked in the northern lot.

But the second he heard your voice calling his name, he didn’t even think twice. Jumped into your car with a smile and a heart beating faster than it should’ve. He never regretted it. Not even when he walked all the way back to campus just to retrieve his car later that night.

Because love — or something dangerously close to it — was worth walking miles and miles for.

And you… beautiful you; were always worth it.

—

You hadn’t meant to overhear. You really hadn’t. You were just trying to return a book Hongjoong lent you. But when you rounded the corner near the media lounge, voices froze you in place.

“I think I’m in love with her,” Seonghwa’s voice was quiet, raw.

Behind the bookshelf divider, you could see Hongjoong’s silhouette leaned against the piano, Seonghwa pacing slowly, his slender alarms crossed.

“Seonghwa, we've all known that.  We’ve been trying to get you to admit it too…but tell me why you finally think so, get it off your chest,” Hongjoong asked gently.

Seonghwa let out a breath. “She’s quiet, but intense. She’s like a black hole wearing headphones. Like, you know something massive is happening under the surface and it hums through the air when she’s near.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at his attempt of building a metaphor. Your hands curled around the book in your grip.

“She understands loneliness. Being in a new country, with a new culture and new people. With a new major and more dreams. Her ambition is always drifting but she doesn't understand it in a sad way — it's more like gravity. Always there, always pulling, and she still manages to orbit it gracefully.”

There was a pause, then softer:

“She writes notes related to astrophysics in her margins. Combining science and arts. Little ones. Precise. Brutal. She’s smarter than any of us and doesn’t flaunt it. But I see it. God , Hongjoong. Her weird ass writes poetry in binary and has all the locations of the stars in the night sky memorised and I love her for it.”

Hongjoong said something inaudible along the lines of “that cute lil nerd,” and Seonghwa laughed once, short and breathless.

“She once wrote this short story called ‘Singularity’ for her project. It was about a black hole shrinking due to radiation. The whole thing was a breakup metaphorical allegory, but it hurt. I’ve read it twelve times ever since she sent that PDF. And I still don’t know if I want to cry or kiss her. Everything she does, everything she writes or creates, I fall in love with because it's a part of her.”

Your body betrayed you in that moment and a soft gasp escaped before you could swallow it down.

And silence. Hongjoong’s eyes meeting yours and widening, lips parting.

Then, “Y/N?” Seonghwa’s voice, closer now, cautious.

You turned and ran.

—

You don’t respond to his texts for the rest of the day. But that night, as promised every Friday, you show up.

The rooftop above the humanities building was forgotten by most but sacred to you both. A medium-powered telescope hung over the edge of the rail, but you ignored it, your own scope slung over your shoulder. You always brought the better one. He was already there, wrapped in a black hoodie, eyes flicking up the second he felt your presence. Like gravity itself had shifted.

You set your bag down on the old four-legged charpai, the ropes creaking just a little. Quietly, you pulled out your telescope and began adjusting it, setting the lens on Jupiter — your favorite.

Seonghwa didn’t say a word. He just watched you. In the way he always did. Like you were made of dark matter and wonder.

“I wasn’t supposed to hear,” you finally said, voice low, eyes still on the stars.

Seonghwa turned his head, his gaze soft, unflinching. “I’m not sorry you did.”

You let out a breath, half-laugh, half-crack. “Seonghwa… I’m complicated. And I’ve always assumed that was too much for people.”

You sat down on the edge of the charpai, hands clasped between your knees. “Throughout my life, I believed no one would ever truly understand me. My weird love for weird things. The way I talk to myself, the way I disappear into my own mind. I’ve always been… too much or not enough.”

You looked up at the stars, eyes settling on Altair, blinking hard. “My mind never stops. It spirals. One second I’m calculating exoplanetary distances and the next—as you noticed— I’m writing poetry in binary. I dove right back into school for creative writing because I felt… hollow. And for funsies, apparently.”

You laughed once, bitter and real.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend. Most of my life I’ve just… existed in loneliness. Whispering to walls when I needed someone to listen. Friend groups leaving. Family never really understanding my soul. My skin’s marked with scars I’ve learned to love — my own little craters and constellations — but I still don’t always feel beautiful. I’m not put together. I’m a mess half the time. And you? Seonghwa, I'm jealous of how beautiful you look all the time. I look like a greaseball in a hoodie and you look like some runway model in yours.”

Your voice broke just a little as you laughed in denial. “But somehow… you love all the parts of me I’ve spent years hating. And that?...That fucking terrifies me, Seonghwa.”

You finally turned to face him, eyes burning, lip trembling just slightly. “Why, Seonghwa? Why would you love someone like me, when no one else has?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the small space between you, sinking to his knees before the charpai, resting his hands on either side of your legs, face close enough that you could feel his breath. His eyes searched yours, and when he spoke, his voice was steady. 

“Because you don’t pretend. You don’t dress up your soul to fit someone else’s standards. You’re chaos and constellations and wild brilliance, but you let me orbit around you anyway.”

He touched your hand, gently. “You say you’re hard to love, but I’ve never felt such fire in my heart before. You talk about loneliness like it’s something shameful, but I see it in your writing, in your silence, and I think you turn it into something beautiful. If anyone could understand the quiet parts of me, it’s you. Not Hongjoong, not our other 6 little idiots, you. What I have taken and perceived from you, I can say without a doubt, you are probably the best thing that has happened in my life for a while.”

His fingers traced the back of your knuckles. “You don’t need fixing. You’re not ‘too much or ‘not enough’ You’re... vast. Like the universe. Perfectly designed, like the universe. And I’m just grateful you let me be a part of yours.”

You blinked, and the tears fell from your eyes, cascading down your cheeks. He wiped them with his thumb like he was handling stardust.

And when you leaned into him, forehead to forehead, noses touching, lips brushing each others, heart cracking open under the starlight, you whispered:

“Stay with me tonight.”

“I was never going to leave,” he murmured.

And somewhere in the distance, Jupiter glowed quietly. 

Witness to your unfolding as your lips connected with each other.

—

It had been a while since that night.

The two of you claimed your relationship. It was too strong, too cosmic, to be labeled with something as soft as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ . That felt like trying to describe a galaxy with a single syllable; inaccurate, reductive.

You two were more than that. More like twin stars caught in mutual orbit. Irrational but perfectly everywhere like π.

You existed around each other in ways you didn’t have to define. Only feel. And it was mutual. In public, your fingers found his under tables. In private, his lips found yours, his hands caressing your skin.

Tonight was different. Tonight you gave yourself to him.

Your apartment door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant throb of the club’s bass still echoing in your body. You’re breathless, flushed from dancing and drinks and the way Seonghwa kept hand possessive on the small of your back, his breath always brushing your skin, his gaze burning through your dress like you were already naked beneath it. He was jealous and worked up over the vision of you on the dance floor with Wooyoung and Yunho. His fists almost crushed the glass he was holding when Wooyoung pressed up behind you while holding your hips.

Now, in the quiet of your space, you’re vibrating with the weight of it all; wanting, needing.

He watches you as you slip off your heels, movements slow and slightly unsteady. The dress hugs you like sin, and he doesn’t move for a second, just lets his eyes trail down your figure. The bend of your body allowed him to just get a small peek of your navy blue lace panties and he had to control himself right then and there. You placed your heels into the shoe closet and turned to look at him. His eyes were darkened, full of lust and you gulped.

“You look unreal tonight,” he says, voice low, roughened by restraint. His other hand reaches for your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “You have no idea what it did to me, watching everyone else look at you, dance with you. And knowing you were only ever going home with me.”

You breathe out a quiet laugh, nerves and heat mixing. “I wasn’t even the prettiest one there. I mean, did you see Princess Mingi?” Attempting a joke to ease the tension.

Seonghwa pauses. His brow furrows. “Say that again,” he murmurs, pulling you close, backing you gently against the wall.

Your breath hitches. “I said—”

“No,” he cuts you off. “Don’t. Don’t joke. Don’t talk down on what I consider sacred.”

Your heart stutters. His lips brush your jaw. “You really have no idea, do you?” His mouth moves lower, his voice barely a whisper.

He lifts you swiftly, throwing you over his shoulder and you scream; instinctively pushing to get down by flailing your legs but Seonghwa smacks your ass, denying you. “Don’t fool around, starlight. You're not escaping me.” He sets you down, facing the mirror and stands behind you, tall, sculpted, the heat of him seeping into your spine.

“I need you to see what I see,” he murmurs, lips ghosting your ear.

Your mouth parts, heart racing. He brushes your hair aside, kissing the back of your neck slowly.

His hands slowly unzip your dress. “Look at you,” he whispers. “ God , look at you.”

The fabric slips down your arms like a sigh. Your bra and panties match, navy blue lace, fragile against your skin—and the moment your dress pools around your feet, he lets out a soft, “ fuck ”.

His hands find the plush of your hips, kneading just a little, slowly moving up so that his thumbs brush your ribs. He kisses your shoulder and the stretch marks that lay there. Celestial fault lines—beauty forged under pressure.

His fingers slip beneath your bra strap and drag it down slowly, and you shudder.

“I’m going to make you feel everything,” he says.

You nod, breath catching.

Seonghwa unhooks your bra and slides it down your arms, dropping it to the floor. His hands move to your breasts—gentle, as if touching something divine. His thumbs circle your nipples and you moan, back arching slightly, head falling onto his shoulder.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “So perfect it hurts.”

You feel his bulge press against your lower back, and your breath hitches.

Then he kneels. Right in front of you. Holding your hands and kissing them with such gentle affection.

“Watch me.”

Seonghwa’s fingers find the waistband of your panties and slides them down slowly—agonisingly slow—pressing kisses to your hips, your thighs, the soft curve of your stomach. His hands settle on the back of your thighs pulling you closer to his face. When his mouth finally descends, you arch with a gasp, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. He doesn’t let you hide, doesn’t let you pull away from the way he fucks you with his tongue. You nearly collapse when you look down and see his dragon-like eyes set on your face.

But he’s not fast. He’s not rough. He takes his time, like you’re a language he’s learning by mouth alone. Tongue soft. Then firm. Then soft again. Teasing, tasting, licking.

“Stay still baby,” he says as you squirm just a little, voice muffled against your cunt. “Let me worship you.”

You grip his beautiful black hair, threading your hands through it.

His tongue moves with unbearable precision; deeper, firmer, until your reflection blurs with the pleasure cresting in your lower belly. His lips wrap around your clit and you gasp loudly.

“Seonghwa—”

He hums against you, continuing his ministrations. “Say my name.”

“Seonghwa.”

“Again.” He suckles gently.

“ Seonghwa !” You moan his name helplessly, begging for some sort of release. 

“You taste like fucking stardust,” he groans, and you let out a sound that borders on a sob, thighs trembling around his head. 

His eyes are on you again, the peaks of your breasts pushed out due to your arch and your mouth gently open, head thrown back, moans escaping you. 

He’s not happy. You aren't listening to him. He told you to watch.

His mouth moves away from your folds and he plunges two fingers into your wet, seeping hole without warning causing you to shriek and tighten your grip on his hair.

“Hwa – fuckk ! What–what are you doing?!” You yell softly, unconsciously pushing your hips down on his fingers, fucking yourself with them.

He slaps your ass and red marks are left behind in his wake. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes teasingly angry as they meet yours. “What did I say? Hmm? I told you to watch. ”

“I'm sorry, I’m so sorry Hwa please–” you beg.

“Don’t you dare look away.” He presses his fingers in deeper, his lips latching on to your sensitive bundle of nerves again. “Eyes up, beautiful. Watch how you fall apart for me.”

You do.

You see your own mouth part, your hips trembling as he devours you like a man in devotion. His fingers curl, hitting the right spots inside you — thrusting, curling, pulling out and plunging again. When you come, it's not quiet. It’s messy, overwhelming, and he stays with you through every second, hands firm on your outer thighs, mouth relentless. He kisses and gently bites your inner thighs after, like he's thanking them.

You think he's stopped? You thought wrong. 

Not even a second later he’s spreading his tongue over the entirety of your core, making sure no drop of your nectar goes to waste. 

“Give me more. Give me everything.” He groans, ignoring your shrieks of overstimulation.

The lewd, wet sounds that ring throughout the air make your cheeks flare up but Seonghwa is completely unabashed. Deep moans escape from his honed voice as he traces your folds.

“Cum for me,” he says. “Give it to me, baby. Be a good girl.”

You do. Again. Shuddering. Repeating his name like salvation.

And he rises. Licks his lips. Takes his belt off with one hand while steadying you with the other.

He doesn’t let you breathe for long. His mouth crashes to yours as he undresses fully. You can taste yourself on him and it makes your breath hitch for a second. Tongues dancing around each other as he slowly pushes you backwards to the edge of the bed with his weight. His hands are busy unbuttoning his shirt and removing his boxers. His length slaps against his stomach, hot, heavy and red. You look down, his lips leaving yours with a pout. 

God . Oh god. He was dripping . White, pearly, sticky essence beading at his tip.

“Oh Hwa, is this all for me?” You ask, confidence rises.

“You think I can have a taste of you and not end up like this?” He smiles, realising how your demeanour changed.

You smirk and your hand makes its way to his curved cock and you slowly pump him.

“Fuckkk~ Y/N . No, princess.” 

You don't stop. You feel the vein on the underside of his length and tremble at the thought of him inside you. And not even a second later as if he read your mind, stops you.

“No love please, I need to–I need to, God! Ah~ come inside you.” Your eyes widen, goosebumps littering your skin at his declaration. His fingers wrap around your wrists stopping the motion.

He’s holding back, grounding himself in you, for you.

He lifts you effortlessly and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his cock rubbing against your core. You’re breathless, gripping his shoulders, stunned by how easy it is for him to move you like this, to hold you like you weigh nothing.

He lays you down like something precious. Seonghwa was mesmerised by the state of you on the bed; vulnerable, naked and all his. Your hair contrasted against the bright silk of the bedsheets and sprawled out around you like a halo. He climbs over you slowly taking his time with your body, dragging his lips across your stomach, your ribs, the curve of your tits.

“You’re a goddess,” he says, voice thick. “And I’m going to worship you properly.”

“Oh, Seonghwa, you beautiful man. I can’t believe you're all mine.” You whisper against his lips which peck yours, eyes showing nothing but love. Pure, unfiltered love.

“All yours. And I'm going to show you. Gonna fuck you,” he breathes. “And you’re going to watch. Every. Single. Second.”

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

He lifts your thigh and slides in slow, stretching you, filling you, making you feel it.

You’re already so wrecked but he doesn’t let you hide. Doesn’t let you look away. 

“Look at me,” he growls, gripping your jaw, “I want to see your face when I ruin you.”

Your eyes meet his and he smirks devilishly at your fucked out expression. 

Was this the same Seonghwa you believed was an angel? Or a sex demon who bound himself to you and you only.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he moans, “tight, warm… made for me.”

Your nails dig into his back, gasps spilling freely now, but he doesn’t stop. One hand grips your jaw, keeping your eyes on him, the other sliding between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. You’re soaked, overstimulated, and yet you still want more. Need more.

He gives it to you. All of it. Every thrust is praise. Every groan is adoration. He kisses your scars. Holds your gaze. Whispers all the things he loves — your mind, your madness, your quiet power, your wild soul.

“You’re mine,” he grits out, hips relentless.

“I’m yours~” you whisper, wrecked.

He goes deeper, the bulb of his cock brushing your cervix and the sensitive areas of your walls. He’s let go of your jaw but your eyes are still locked onto his.

“Seonghwa oh my–fuckk baby right there…dont fucking stop!”

“Say it again.” He snarls.

“I’m yours, Hwa. I’m all yours, my star.”

He moves. Deep. Intentional. Worshipful.

“That's right,” he grits through his teeth, one hand splayed low on your stomach to feel where he is inside you. “This body. This heart. Every moan, every breath — all fucking mine.”

“All yours, yes~!” You groan against his hair, his face buried into the crevice of your neck now.

He thrusts . Again and again, with his body pressed against yours, your name breathed between desperate kisses against the skin of your neck, your legs trembling around him and tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, not from pain, but from the immensity of it all.

“Cum again,” he says, voice commanding but still full of love. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

Loudly. Shamelessly. Your body seizes under him, muscles clenching, vision going white. You swore you saw the stars you view every night in your telescope. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps moving inside you with the patience of someone who’s waited years to worship you like this.

Only when your nails dig too deep, when your legs are shaking violently around his waist, does he finally let go — spilling deep into you with a moan so heavy, so desperate , it sounds like your name carved into the stars of his universe.

Your reflection is ruined.

Lips swollen. Thighs shaking. Eyes wet. Sweat slicking your skin. His seed spilling out of your swollen cunt. And still, he kisses you like you’re divine.

“Still think you’re hard to love?” he whispers while moving back to look at your pretty face again.

You don’t answer. You just pull him back in. Kissing him again and again and again and again. 

He whispers praises between every breath. “My starlight, mine. Always.” he murmurs. “I love you. I love you so much Y/N.”

Fat, globs of hot tears spill from your eyes at the pure words he spoke of you. You were loved. So loved.

He pulls back, tears also spilling from his eyes. “Thank you for letting me be yours.”

“No Seonghwa. Thank you for helping me find myself. Thank you for being my north star.”

He smiles, all teeth, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching. He pulls you up and lifts you effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other wrapped around your shoulders. You loop your arms around his neck, still dizzy from everything, and let him carry you through the soft haze of candlelight to the bathroom.

The tub is already filling, steam rising, the water shimmering with the gentle swirl of  jasmine-scented bubbles. He sets you down on the edge, brushes your hair from your face, and helps you in first, never once letting go of your hand. When he joins you, the water sloshes gently around both your bodies as you settle between his legs, your back against his chest.

His arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pulls you close. His fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh under the surface. Not lustful. Just the kind of touch that says ‘ you’re mine’ without needing to say it at all. 

“God,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder, “how are you real?”

You hum, leaning into him. “You always ask that.”

“Because I still don’t believe it.”

You giggle at his lovestruck cheesiness.

He rinses your hair with care, fingers untangling the strands gently. When you return the favor, scrubbing his scalp and watching his eyes flutter shut in bliss, you giggle. He opens one eye at the sound and catches the grin on your face. You had put a blob of soapy bubbles on his head, giving him a little hat.

“What?”

“You’re cute like this.”

He raises a brow. “Like what?”

“Melting. For me.” You boop his sharp nose with a sudsy finger.

He smirks and pulls you into his chest, arms curling around you. “I’m always melting for you.”

The warmth of the water, the silence between you, the occasional kiss to your neck or cheek or the valley between your breasts where your heart lay—it all feels suspended in time. He runs his fingers gently through your hair, massaging your scalp until you melt against him with a contented sigh.

When the water cools and your fingers wrinkle, he helps you out with a soft towel and even softer hands. You both dry off in quiet laughter, brushing against each other in the mirror, stealing kisses between getting dressed.

When you both finally leave the bathroom, dry and dressed in the softest clothes you can find, he can’t seem to stop touching you. His hands never leave you as he leads you to the bed, gently guiding you onto the sheets. The bed feels like home, with his body curling around yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. 

You lie there, tangled in each other’s arms, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, tracing your cheeks. The quiet of the night wraps around you like a blanket, but his next words cut through the stillness.

“You are the center of my gravity,” he whispers into your hair, his voice barely holding together. He’s clutching you so tightly it feels like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. 

You don’t. You’re still there. Glowing. Glorious. His.

“And with you,” he continues, “all the stars are closer.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, a promise, a truth. You settle deeper into his embrace, feeling the soft, steady rhythm of his heart beneath your ear as you both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in love.

—

The next morning is soft and slow.

Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden lines across the bed where you and Seonghwa are still tangled together. His arm is heavy around your waist, his face buried against your hair, breathing you in like he’s still dreaming.

You shift gently, turning in his hold. His eyes crack open, hazy with sleep, and when he sees you, he smiles.

“Morning, angel,” he mumbles, voice still deep and rough with sleep.

You grin, brushing a thumb over his puffy cheeks. “Morning, Hwa.”

There’s a beat of silence where you just look at each other. Then his phone buzzes on the nightstand, shattering the bubble. He groans dramatically, reaching for it without letting go of you.

It’s the group chat.

Hongjoong: Rise and shine, lovebirds 😈. You guys better not bail on camping today ⛺

Yeosang: If you’re late, we’re leaving you behind.

San: we would never 💗 but hurry tf up i want s’mores.

Wooyoung: get yall’s gigachad asses up

You laugh, and Seonghwa grins into your neck.

“Guess it’s time to pack,” you say, nose scrunching.

“After I kiss you at least ten more times,” he murmurs, already pressing soft, lazy kisses down your throat, making you giggle and squirm.

Eventually, after a chaotic half-hour of trying (and failing) to stay focused, you both throw together your backpacks—tossing in sleeping bags, clothes, snacks, extra jackets, and, of course, your beloved star map and high-powered telescope.

By the time you arrive at the meeting points the boys are already there, buzzing with excitement near the rented van and having way too much energy for how early it is.

The second they see you two hand-in-hand, sunglasses on, looking very much like you did not sleep early last night, the teasing starts immediately.

“Oh look,” Wooyoung cackles, elbowing Yunho. “The stars themselves have descended to grace us with their presence.”

Yeosang smirks. “Took you long enough. Busy being constellations?”

Mingi fake swoons dramatically into Jongho’s arms. “Love is in the air.”

Hongjoong just grins knowingly, arms crossed. “Hope you saved some energy for setting up camp, lovers .”

You flush hot all the way to your ears, ducking your head into Seonghwa’s side to hide your face. He just chuckles lowly, tugging you closer and pressing a kiss to your temple in front of everyone without a single ounce of shame.

“She’s my star,” he says simply, proud and unabashed.

There’s a beat of stunned silence—before San lets out a shriek of pure secondhand embarrassment.

“Bro what the hell!,” San yells, throwing a handful of trail mix at him.

“Get a room! WAIT NO GET A TENT,” Wooyoung howls.

You laugh so hard you can barely breathe as everyone dissolves into chaos around you. 

—

By the time the sun dips behind the mountains, you’ve made camp.

It’s messy, hilarious teamwork — Yunho struggling with the pop-up tent instructions, Jongho methodically getting the fire going like a boss, you and Seonghwa set up your shared tent quietly but efficiently, moving like a real team.

Across the clearing, a commotion breaks out.

"WHY IS THE TENT COLLAPSING ON ME?!" Wooyoung’s voice shatters the peaceful mountain air.

"BECAUSE YOU MOVED TOO MUCH, YOU FREAKING FLAILING NOODLE," San screeches back.

You and Seonghwa exchange a knowing glance and peer over. There, in a heap of tangled tent fabric, two legs kick furiously in the air.

Hongjoong, pinching the bridge of his nose, mutters darkly, "I knew we should’ve supervised them."

Meanwhile, Yeosang stands off to the side, completely unbothered, recording the chaos on his phone with a blank, documentary-worthy expression.

You lean into Seonghwa and murmur, "Survival of the fittest," your voice low enough that only he hears. He nearly doubles over, laughing silently as he tries to contain it, shoulders shaking.

Eventually, all the tents stand (miraculously) and the fire roars to life, throwing flickering gold light over tired, grinning faces. The chill of the night seeps in, crisp and clean, while above, the stars unfurl like an endless, shimmering ocean.

Wooyoung insists on playing Truth or Dare. And naturally, his first victim is Jongho.

"Truth," Jongho says confidently, unaware of the chaos he has just invited.

Wooyoung leans in, eyes glinting wickedly. "Do you sing to your plants?"

A beat of dead silence. Every head swivels to Jongho.

"...They grow better when they feel loved," Jongho says, entirely unashamed.

The camp erupts. Laughter echoes off the trees, even Seonghwa letting out a rare, loud laugh that warms the whole circle.

Hongjoong smirks and turns to you next. "Truth or Dare, Y/N?"

You roll your eyes at Wooyoung’s dramatic drumroll. “Truth.”

San groans, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. “Y/N, you coward! A dare would've been so much more fun!” His pout deepens until Seonghwa casually slaps the back of his head from behind you..

Hongjoong’s gaze pins you in place, sharp and curious. "Would you marry Seonghwa in the future?"

Time freezes. Every pair of eyes zeroes in on you.

You feel your face heat up as you glance down, shy but smiling. “Yes.”

The reaction is instant and cataclysmic.

“PLAY THE WEDDING MARCH!” Yunho shouts, springing to his feet.

Mingi immediately starts blaring an off-key trumpet impression, stomping around like he’s in a parade.

Hongjoong, grinning wickedly, yeets a burnt marshmallow straight at Seonghwa’s head. "You lucky bastard!"

Seonghwa turns crimson, the firelight making it even more obvious, and the group bursts into a cacophony of teasing "awwws" and gagging noises.

"Okay, okay, can a girl live?" you protest, laughing. "San, since you wanted chaos so badly, you're next."

San’s eyes gleam like a mischievous gremlin. "Dare."

You smirk. "Lick the bottom of Yunho’s sock."

All hell breaks loose.

"AW HELL NAH!" Yunho screeches, jumping back from San who is devilishly biting his lips and rubbing his hands together like a fly. "Y'ALL NASTY ASSES."

The dares spiral more and more ridiculous until finally, giggling and exhausted, you all call it quits for the night. While setting up the sleeping bags in your shared tent, you hear Mingi’s outraged yell slice through the night. “Who the fuck took Y/N’s leftover chips? She saved those for me!”

But no one had taken them … so who or what–? A sound interrupts the silence. The ruffling of a chip bag, and it's from none you.

San leaps up, eyes wild. “I knew I heard something outside!” He runs to the sound and finds himself in front of a little friend. 

You find San staring down a fat ass raccoon that has zero fear and is currently chewing on your chips.

Yeosang is right behind you and whispers, “Y/N, I think that’s your spirit animal,” and you die laughing because it is literally you.

“GIVE THAT BACK, YOU STRIPED CRIMINAL!” Mingi roars, lunging forward like he’s storming a battlefield.

The raccoon doesn’t run. It stares. Unbothered. Unmoved. It judges him.

Yeosang tries to stop the poor idiot, walking towards him. “Mingi, you’re gonna get rabies.”

San puts his hand on Yeosang’s shoulder stopping him. “At least he’ll go out dramatically.” Ever the agent of chaos.

—

Morning comes soft and misty, the sky dusted with gold as you blink awake in an empty tent. Seonghwa was already gone, off helping Hongjoong prep for the group hike. You stumble out into the chill morning air. San’s hair is a disaster, sticking up like he got electrocuted, while Mingi stumbles around, eyes squinted against the sunlight. You wander toward the campfire and nearly trip at the sight.

Yunho, looking disgustingly handsome and backlit like a prince, flips pancakes with a ridiculous amount of grace. Beside him, Seonghwa arranges a fruit platter so perfectly it belongs in a five-star hotel. And somehow, he looks even more delicious than the food.

You sneak up behind him, sliding your arms around his waist. “Good morning, Hwa.”

He hums warmly, leaning back into you. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm. With you? Always.”

The nine of you eat a sleepy, happy breakfast together before getting ready for the hike. Halfway up the trail, it all goes to hell when San chases a butterfly straight into the woods and Wooyoung gets distracted by a squirrel doing, in his words, "weird ninja stuff while looking like Hongjoong"

You and Seonghwa fall behind, walking slowly, hands entwined.

“I still think you tricked me into loving you,” you say.

He glances over, amused. “How so?”

“You’re too perfect. I feel like I glitched the universe or something.”

He stops walking. “You are the glitch,” he whispers, tilting your chin up. “My favorite kind of anomaly.”

And then he kisses you so gently, so completely, that the woods go quiet — even the bugs stop bugging.

Until Hongjoong’s voice shatters it from a distance: "YOU TWO HEADASSES BETTER STOP FRENCHING AND GET BACK TO THE GROUP!"

The entire day is spent doing fun activities — skipping stones across the glittering lake, racing up mossy trails, daring each other to jump into the freezing water below the waterfall. Yunho and Mingi get into a splash war that soaks everyone within a ten-foot radius, while Jongho sits dry on a rock, pretending he doesn’t know any of you. Wooyoung and San challenge Hongjoong to a stone-skipping contest and dramatically accuse him of witchcraft when he wins. 

But then comes the time to leave. The sun dips low again, the air cooling, the shadows stretching long. Tents are packed away, ashes are buried under earth, and the clearing that had been so alive with your chaos slowly returns to stillness.

Everyone is crammed into the rental van. Bags piled high. Snacks demolished. Legs squished.

Sitting with Seonghwa and Yeosang in the way-back row, you’re drowsy from the camping high but the chaos of the van doesn't allow you to fall into slumber.

“Yo,” Wooyoung says, twirling the AUX cord. “I have the perfect song.”

Jongho squints. “I swear to god—”

The song consisted of high bass boosted beats and explicit words and moans that speak of sex.

Jongho screams at Wooyoung “BRO.”

Yunho, driving, screams the lyrics into the windshield, jamming to the song while being in charge of everyone's lives. Mingi opens a window and belts into the wind. Meanwhile, you're frozen.

He raises a brow. “Funny song. Lyrics sound familiar?”

You elbow him. “Do not make me jump out of this moving vehicle.”

“Jump and I’m jumping with you.”

Wooyoung turns around with devil eyes. “Ohhh, you’re blushingg. Confirmed post-coital energy. You freaky lil mofos.”

Jongho lunges over the seat. “I will STRANGLE YOU with your OWN AUX CORD.”

Wooyoung’s gremlin noises take over the van and Hongjoong holds himself back. The van goes over a bump, everyone screams, the song switches to ballad music mid-scream.

Two full hours of pure discord.

–

You all decide to go to their house, planning on sleeping over there anyways; you packed extra clothes.

Mingi attempts to carry all the bags inside at once like some tragic pack mule, wobbling like a cursed tower of luggage. Yeosang watches him with the slow, unblinking gaze of a man waiting for nature to take its course and sure enough, Mingi collapses under the weight with a majestic crash.

Jongho silently takes three bags — huge bags — and hauls them inside with a smirk on his face, asserting his strength.

Meanwhile, you get out of the van and steady yourself on your feet, smoothing down your hair, “We barely survived that.” you say to Seonghwa, who's grabbing your astrophotography tech from on top of Mingi.

As you stagger toward the house, you hear Mingi, still flat on the grass, shouting, "HEY, WHO'S GONNA HELP ME? UH HELLO?? ARE YOU ALL JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE??"

Yeosang, without looking back, just says, "You'll be fine. Natural selection."

The front door slams open, and a yell echoes from San inside. "THE FUCKING RACCOON CAME BACK WITH US!!"

Chaos unfurls.

Screams, wild laughter, the thundering of feet. Pure, reckless joy spilling out into the neighborhood.

But this. This beautiful, absurd, ridiculous mess — is exactly how you want it. You glance over at Seonghwa through the swirl of mayhem, and he’s already looking at you, laughing. And you feel complete. You feel at peace.

In a universe full of infinite galaxies and in a timeline that could have gone a million different ways…

You found him and he found you. And somehow, across all odds, you collided. But not a crash. Not an explosion. But an orbit. Not a destructive gravity but a soft one.

One — like Seonghwa said — that makes all the stars feel closer.

And you became his favorite constellation. The one he’ll spend every lifetime tracing, loving, watching and wishing on.

Every night. Every sky. Every universe. Every time. 

----

End Note:

fix off ;)

(yes i have written poetry in binary--no it was not fun--it was an assignment)

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Seonghwa ꒰ ꒰ ateez ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[arilevenatz]

Chasing Shadows - TEASER

Pairing: popular guy!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: Angst (?), fluff

Word count: 582

Posted! Click here to read chasing Shadows!

Warnings: kinda frat boy yeosang, him and his friends are handsome (yes that's a warning), reader has anxiety, she is also insecure, anxiety attacks, yeo is cheeky, like really cheeky, you might wanna flick him a bit, bestfriend! San and wooyoung, suicide mentioned. Lmk if I missed any!!

AN: y'all bear with me this is my first time posting on Tumblr, I'm still figuring out stuff. I had a dream about this and I decided that I'm gonna write a yeo fic. And also if you wanna get tagged, you can give your @ in the comments I'll tag y'all. And also please reblog and like, so I can get more motivated!!

"stop mocking me. I know people like you. you guys go up to girls like me and say you like them only to say 'April fools' or say 'its a dare' later. I hate guys like you"

His grin fades, his expression turning serious, but his eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "You really think that's what I'm doing?" He tilts his head to the side, studying your face intently. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable. He sees the suspicion in your eyes, and it only seems to fuel his mischievous glint. He leans forward, his voice lowering. "Let me ask you something..." He studies your face intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "First off... do I look like I have a problem finding girls to talk to?" He gestures to himself, a hint of pride in his tone. "And second..." His voice drops lower as he deliberately maintains eye contact. "Second what?" You shout.

He leans in closer, and says "Second, would I really waste my time pretending to like someone just to play an April Fool's prank?" His words send a shiver down your spine as he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe..." He looks at you with a half-smirk, half-serious expression "You're actually quite... interesting. Not many people stand up to me like you do." His eyes crinkle again as he studies your reaction "And hey..." He reaches over and lightly taps your finger. You retreat your hand from his touch. His expression shifts to a playful pout, though his eyes still hold a glint of amusement "Wow, so I'm not even worthy of a tiny hand tap?" He leans back in his chair, studying your defensive posture with interest "You're not scared of me, are you?" He chuckles low in his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. "listen, can I not just like you? I like you. I want to be with you"

"No! people don't simply like girls like me" you felt like crying, but you can't. His expression turns mockingly serious, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, so you're saying you're not likeable? You think I can't like you because you're... what?" He crosses his arms, leaning forward again, his curiosity piqued.

"You know what I am"

"No I don't"

"Fuck. Fine! Im fat and ugly"

His face freezes and for a moment, he looks genuinely shocked. But then, he lets out a harsh laugh. "Fat and ugly? He shakes his head, his gaze raking over your form appraisingly. "You really think that's what I see when I look at you?"

"You don't need to look at me like that, I am like that so fuck off I don't need you laughing at my face."

You stand up harshly, take your bag and walk outside the library. He follows you and grabs your upper arm, not harshly but firmly enough to hold your attention. "Listen carefully..." His voice softens, losing its usual mocking tone. "I'm not some creep who goes around lying to get in girls' pants." You open your mouth to say something but he quickly shits you off. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's honest, even if it hurts. I see someone who's strong, even when they feel weak. And I see someone who's fucking beautiful, inside and out."

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🎨 UNEXPECTED MUSES MASTERLIST 🎨

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Kim Hongjoong X Gn!Reader X Park Seonghwa

Fashion student reader is overwhelmed with prep for their final year fashion show, and it's made worse when one of their models cancel last minute. In their search for a replacement, they come across Park Seonghwa and perhaps catch feelings along the way. Too bad Seonghwa is already enamored with his friend and (obvious) crush, Kim Hongjoong, who suggested he model in the first place.

These three now have to deal with the fact they've met inspiration in human form but cannot have them.. or can they?

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📝GENRE: social media au, college au, mostly fluff

🏷️TAGLIST: (open)

@cherrychristie @domfikeluva @leesalts @boo-ven9eance @wonderz-real

CHAPTERS:

0.5. Character Info

1.0. The Beginning

2.0. The Confirmation

[seonghwaddict]

★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 008 ] as you wish, princess.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of… interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. suggestive content, undressing, alcohol consumption, swearing, use of pet names, drunk y/n is very.... affectionate :). word count. 4.3k

　　　　　　　　chapter vii // chapter viii // chapter ix

As you followed Hongjoong’s instructions, you slowly began realising how drunk you were as you sloppily climbed up the steps. After what felt like an eternity, you made it to the final step, sighing with relief as you caught your breath and looked around.

Just a few steps in the front of the stairs, a girl crouched on the ground with two of her friends comforting her as she sobbed and swore herself off men. A little farther than that, a couple was making out very loudly against a wall. You grimaced and turned to look down the other way of the hall, finding one of the bedroom doors open and deciding to check in there.

As you approached the door, a different couple ran out of the room, a slightly drunk and stern-faced Yeosang stepping out behind them as they fled down the stairs. His eyes landed on you and it took him a second to realise why you looked so familiar—squinting and leaning forward comically as you approached him—but when he did, his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Y/N!” He called out to you happily, stepping towards you as his voice was slightly louder than it needed to be.

You matched his giddy smile, “Yeosang!”

His eyes moved down from your face, taking in your appearance as you assessed his. You completely missed how he blushed and looked you up and down, suddenly a bit breathless.

His blond hair had grown long enough to be swept into a half-up-half-down hairstyle that tied together his outfit made up of a green sweater and blue trousers, fitted on his hips with a black belt. 

Yeosang’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze travelled down to see your exposed thighs, the hem of your skirt gently brushing against the soft skin he’s always wanted to touch. He shook away any inappropriate thoughts he had and stepped closer to you, enveloping you in a warm hug. 

“How much did you drink?” He laughed softly as the two of you separate, leaving you stumbling slightly.

You shrugged, a goofy grin on your face. “Not sure, I lost count.”

“Let’s get you some water?”

“‘m fineee!” you slurred once again but wrapped yourself around his arm and leaned against him for support, your feet tired. You flinched when another song came on downstairs, much louder than the rest as the beat boomed throughout the house and left your skull pulsing. 

Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows and frowned full of concern, “You okay, petal?”

He wasn’t sure where that pet name came from, but feeling a little brave with the small amount of alcohol in his system, he didn’t care much. It was you that had to hide your blush as you shook your head at the question.

“This song… gives me a headache.” You told him, clamping your eyes shut as you buried your face in his shoulder.

A tut left his lips as he looked around, pulling you into the bedroom he chased the couple out of earlier and closed the door behind you. It was decorated very plainly—a large bed, a desk with a chair, a closet and no personal objects in sight. It made sense though, considering they rented this house just for tonight.

You sat on the bed and watched as he closed the door carefully, shrugging off the white shirt since it was getting a bit warmer in the room, exposing your bare arms and shoulders. When he turned around and saw your full outfit without the annoying white shirt, leaning back on your hands as you looked up at him, his breath caught in his throat for a second time, eyes glazing over as he tried to collect himself. You looked so inviting and he had to fight himself internally to not devour you right then and there.

He sat next to you and hitched a knee up on the bed to look at you better, tentatively moving a little closer and watching to see if you’d protest but when you didn’t he relaxed a bit.  “We can stay in here until you feel better.”

You opened your mouth to say something but a noise beyond the window above the head of the bed distracted you. A familiar, obnoxious cackle rang through the glass and had you perking up slightly, kicking off your shoes to climb further up on the bed (Yeosang tried his best not to look at the way your skirt rode up your hips, ever so slightly exposing a sliver of the plump flesh of your upper thighs). Once you got the window open, you leaned forward, kneeling on the bed and poking your head out the window.

Your confused face was quickly overrun by a bright smile as you watched the commotion down in the garden. There weren’t many people outside so it was easy to spot Wooyoung, San, Yunho, Jongho and Seonghwa. San and Jongho sat on the ground, separated by what looked like a crate, using it as a platform for them to arm wrestle on. Yunho stood behind Jongho and Wooyoung behind San, each of them cheering on their fighters while Seonghwa acted as a referee.

You called out to them, waving one of your hands around mildly aggressively as you used the other to prevent yourself from falling down. All of them looked up, smiles stretching onto their faces as well.

“Y/N!!!” Wooyoung was the first to call out to you. “Come join us!!”

You giggled, nodding your head and leaning back on your knees and into the room. Yeosang had settled down on the bed next to you, laying on his side as he watched you communicate with the guys outside, face full of adoration.

“They want us to go down and join them,” you told him once you made yourself comfortable kneeling next to him.

He didn’t answer you right away, nor did he make any moves to get up. “You look so beautiful right now…” He breathed.

You blushed, looking away and hitting his shoulder playfully.

“I’m serious, you look beautiful… now and always.”

“Yeosang, you’re drunk…”

He gently caressed your arm, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. “I don’t have to be sober to tell you the truth. I think you’re beautiful, petal. The prettiest flower I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeo…” you whispered, “I could say the same for you.”

It was his turn to blush, the apples of his cheeks swelling as he gave you a small smile, his hand slipping further down your arm to intertwine your fingers. “You think I’m pretty?”

A chuckle left your lips as you nodded.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you and he sat up, leaning against the headboard of the bed with his legs stretched in front of him, looking into your eyes as you watched his perceptive ones. His hand never let go of yours as he angled his body to face you, his thumb tracing light circles on your skin as his gaze flicked down to peek at the way your hand fit in his. Your gaze roamed all over his face, lips parted slightly as you took in the soft angles of his features. Yeosang revelled in the way you looked at him then, basking in the warmth of your gaze.

“I want… can I…” He hesitated, but you nodded at him, silently beckoning him to continue as you waited patiently. He glanced down at your lips. “May I…?”

He didn’t need to elaborate, his question clear enough for you to understand just by watching him. Your breath hitched as the hand that was holding yours grazed just above your knee. A tiny nod was all you needed to give him before he was leaning forward.

His hand let go of yours, featherlight touches trailing up your side until it rested on your jaw softly. You copied his movements, bracing your hand on his thigh as you leaned forward to brush your lips against his. His breath shuddered against your lips as he leaned forward, deepening the peck slightly before pulling back. And then you watched each other for a second. He adored the way your cheeks were slightly dusted with pink, flustered.

A moment later, you both dove in again. This time, there was more heat behind the kiss as your mouths worked against each other, setting an almost bruising pace. His hand moved up your thigh to rest on your hip, pulling you forward to straddle him on his lap before the hand moved down again, gently massaging your cushiony thighs. You sighed softly against his lips, your hands trailing up his body, one resting on his shoulder as the other played with the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

When you felt his tongue swiping along your bottom lip, you didn’t protest as you parted your lips, letting him explore your mouth as your noses nudged each other. Tongues bumping against each other, he faintly tasted of mint and whiskey.

Eventually, he disconnected his lips from you, loving the slight swell of your lips and the way a tiny string of saliva connected his and your lips as you parted, only snapping once you leaned too far back as you heaved breaths. His hand continues caressing your thigh, occasionally slipping under the hem of your skirt before slipping out just as quickly, and your hand continued brushing his beautiful blonde strands as you both caught your breaths.

“That was nice.” You finally spoke up, shoulders drawing up a little as you giggled.

Your words combined with your actions brought a smile to his face, the hand on your jaw slipping down to rest on your waist. “I agree…”

“My lipgloss got all over your lips.”

“Why don’t you clean it for me then?”

You blinked at him, not used to this kind of boldness coming from him. Your hand on his shoulder hesitantly moved, hovering over his surprisingly soft lips for a moment before you used to thumb to rub off the gloss. Before you could pull your thumb away once you finished, he pressed a light kiss to your digit.

Another beat of silence passed between the two of you, though it wasn’t awkward. 

“They’re waiting for us downstairs.” You reminded him, leaning forward to press a short kiss to his lips before leaning back on his lap.

“They can wait a little longer…” He leaned forward to capture your lips in his one last time but was cut off by a shout from outside the window.

“Y/N PLEASE COME DOWNSTAIRS I MISS YOU IT’S BEEN YEARS.” “Wooyoung, it’s been a few hours-” “I don’t give a fuck, I miss her.”

Another laugh escaped you as you smiled against Yeosang’s lips. “Let’s go?”

He groaned and give your waist a squeeze, lifting you off him gently before getting off the bed and offering you a hand. “I’m gonna kill Wooyoung one day.”

“Please wait a few weeks, we still have to finish our project.” You brought your hand up to pat his cheek after getting up, turning to leave the room but suddenly feeling too dizzy to walk. Your ministrations with Yeosang had made you forget you were exceptionally drunk.

He laughed as he watched you collapse back into the bed, shaking his head slightly as he leaned his head out the window. “Can someone more sober than me please come get her?”

And before you could register it, Jongho was carrying you down the stairs and across the very busy living room to get to the garden where the other guys were waiting, one hand under your back and the other under your knees. As he walked outside, you missed the reactions of them as they finally laid eyes on what you were dressed in, your face affectionately nuzzled into Jongho’s bicep.

Seonghwa’s jaw just about dropped as he heard a sharp intake of breath from his right, where San was pouring himself a glass of soda next to the barbecue. Yunho nearly dropped his glass while Wooyoung showed no shame in the way his gaze travelled over your body like a predator, suddenly regretting the fact he was so drunk and would probably forget this delicious image the next morning. Jongho set you down on one of the two couches they dragged outside, still blushing over how you pressed a kiss to his cheek as a thank you when he scooped you up into his arms earlier.

“What took you so long?” Wooyoung pouted, throwing himself on the couch to sit next to you, pulling you into his chest with his hands around your waist.

“She was too drunk to stand up and I tried lifting her a few times, but turns out I’m too drunk to do that without running both of us into a wall.” You looked at Yeosang over Wooyoung’s shoulder as he spoke, nodding him a thank you.

As you leaned away from the embrace, you looked around and observed the guys. San was in a tanktop that did nothing to hide his muscled and blue jeans, Yunho in a ripped camo sweater and grey ripped jeans while Wooyoung dressed himself in wide-cut black trousers with a black t-shirt tucked in and a large denim flannel on top. Jongho was dressed in a fluffy lilac sweater with denim pants. But the biggest change in appearance came from Seonghwa.

What was light pink hair was now dyed black and neatly swept back from his forehead with gel. His outfit was a lot edgier than you were used to when it came to him—a short-sleeved white dress shirt, a loosely done tie, black leather pants and, to top everything off, a strappy black harness pulling his shirt to his chest and accentuating his perfect waist. You willed your eyes to stop trailing over his figure so desperately, but you were only human after all.

Two hours later you were still outside, comfortably sandwiched between San and Mingi as you all laughed at a story Yunho was telling. At some point Seonghwa had thrown a blanket over your legs, your heart warming as he explained it was so you wouldn’t be worried about anything showing. Occasionally you’d stand up or go inside with one or two of the boys, feeling the need to dance every time a good song came on—which was quite often because Hongjoong had impeccable taste.

At this time it was nearing three in the morning. Most people had already left and the people still at the party were already passed out in various areas of the house. Your friends had come over to let you they’ll be leaving in case you wanted to join them but you assured them you’d be fine staying and San—the 100% sober one, was unable to handle alcohol very well so he opted to not drink that night—promised to take you home. Minseong handed you your phone before he, his boyfriend and Sangmi left (Daniel had gone home with some girl already). Hongjoong turned the music down on the speakers and left a softer playlist running as he and Mingi joined the rest of you in the garden.

Snuggled in between the large bodies of San and Mingi, you yawned, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. A quiet rumble of laughter came from Mingi on your right as he gently rubbed your left shoulder, his arm slung over you as San’s was looped around your waist and toyed with the waist chain.

“Are you tired?” San leaned his head down, speaking into your ear lowly and sending shivers down your spine. Not trusting yourself to speak just yet, you just nodded with a pout, to which he chuckled. “Do you want me to take you home now?” You nodded again, this time looking up at him with wide, tired eyes. He let out another short chuckle as he turned to address the rest of the group. “Our little lady is tired, I’m gonna take her home now. I’ll be back in a bit.”

They all nodded and wished you a good night, Mingi absentmindedly leaning down to press a quick kiss to your hair before San picked you up from the couch. He carried you the same way Jongho did, one hand under your knees and the other under your back. He wrapped you in the blanket a bit more securely before lifting you up, knowing you’d die of embarrassment if you accidentally flashed any of them.

“Don’t rush, I can drive the rest of us home, too. Just get her home safely.” Seonghwa called after the two of you as San went around the house to get into the car.

Soon enough you were seated in the passenger seat of San’s car. You mumbled out the address of your apartment building and he soon began driving as you dozed off. Once you arrived a few minutes later, he gently patted your knee, coaxing you to wake up.

“Wake up,” he muttered, careful not to startle you. San smiled when he noticed you were beginning to stir awake. “We’ve arrived.”

You stretched slightly in his seat as he got out and rounded the car, opening your door and extending his hands to help you get up. You obeyed him quietly, the blanket falling to the ground of the car as you step out. A rosy tint dusted the tips of his ear as you leaned up and embraced him over his shoulders, clinging onto him tightly as you stood on your toes. After recovering, he reciprocated the hug by wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“Your awfully clingy when you’re drunk.” He joked, leaning back to look down at your tired face. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, yeah? Do you want to be carried again?” You waited a moment before nodding, a small smile on your lips when he laughs again. “Well, as you wish, princess.”

He winked playfully before turning around and leaning down a bit more, gesturing for you to get on his back. Once you did, he placed his hands under each of your thighs to secure you better. He listened to your instructions carefully as you leaned your head on his shoulder and murmured into his ears. Since it was so late (or early might would be a better fit), the lobby staff was nowhere to be seen as he entered one of the main elevators.

When you got out on the fifth floor, you directed him to the apartment you shared with Sangmi. Since you didn’t bring your keys, you pulled out your phone from where you tucked it into the waistband of your skirt, quickly pulling up your chat with her to ask her to open the door. But your face drained of colour when you saw the messages she sent you half an hour before.

minnie <3 – 2:37 am I’m going home with a guy from the party I think the spare key is where it always is

You groaned and dropped your head on San’s shoulder, making his head turn to look at you as best as he could. “What’s wrong?”

“My roommate isn’t home,” you sighed, not wanting to get off his firm but comfortable back quite yet, “Can you let me down for a moment, Sannie?”

He set you back on your feet and watched as you crouched in front of the door, flipping over the corner white doormat to reveal a key taped to the bottom. It didn’t take long for you to unlock the door and let the two of you in, taking off your shoes and making a beeline for the bedroom as San looked around the entrance area and living room before following behind you.

He wasn’t sure what he expected your room to look like, but if someone asked him he could confidently tell them that your room feels like you. It was a wonderful display of organised chaos. Not messy at all, but rather full of personality. Posters hung on the wall and a variety of sketchbooks and pencils littered your desk. The large window behind your bed was covered by sheer curtains and then a layer of more solid ones, drawn close to give you some privacy. A slim bookshelf full of books and other trinkets was placed in the corner opposite your closet, two different guitars and their stands leaning against the furniture piece—one white electric guitar and one acoustic.

He inspected the room, his gaze finally falling on you as you switched the much too bright lighting from the overhead lamp to the lamp on the bedside table, giving the room a softer, warmer glow. You sat on the bed, turning to look at him.

You weren’t exactly sure what made you say it, and you definitely knew it was a bad idea. Hell, you’ve only known San for, what? Three or four months? Sure, you’ve formed closer relationships in a shorter time and you were already very comfortable with him, but as soon as your words left your mouth you were fully aware of the consequences if he didn’t reciprocate the same kind of comfort.

“Can you… can you help me change?” You asked quietly, hoping the dim lighting would hide at least some of your flushed face.

When he didn’t answer immediately, you were sure he was ready to walk out and never talk to you again. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer to you and crouched in front of you to face you eye-to-eye.

“Are you sure? Would you be comfortable with that?” You nodded and he held up a hand for you to stop. “I need your words. I need you to say you’d be comfortable with me doing this for you.”

You weren’t sure why he needed such concrete permission for just changing you, but you nodded again. “Yes, I’m comfortable. I think I’m too tired to do it myself.”

He cracked a smile and nodded, standing up and turning around to take some steps to your closet. He opened the drawers you told him to—the first and the third—and pulled out an oversized white t-shirt and wide sweatpants and walked back to you. He set the clothes next to you on the bed and kneeled on the ground.

First, he took one of your legs and placed it on his knee, carefully taking off the thigh-high sock and then setting it down and doing the same with your other sock. Next, he grabbed the sweatpants and pulled them up your leg and under the skirt so he could slip the skirt over the sweatpants without exposing your most intimate parts. He did the same with the shirt, pulling it over your corset after unclasping the waist chain. With the large shirt covering the corset, he reached his hands under the fabric and wound them around your waist until he found the zipper.

With his eyes on you, he began pulling down the zipper, at first a small tug to see if you’d change your mind and push him away, but when he saw no insecurity in your soft gaze he dragged it all the way down. His gentle hands grazed your bare sides as he removed the clothing item, causing your breath to hitch. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything as he got up to neatly put all the clothing he removed on top of the dresser.

Minutes later, he helped you remove your makeup and was now guiding you into your bed, pulling the covers over you. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were nodding off into your dreams, barely registering San tenderly caressing your hair before moving to the door to let you sleep for the night.

“Thank you, Sannie.” You told him as you grabbed a hold of his hand.

He looked down at you and smiled, leaning down and pulling your hand to his lips, your skin tingling in the spot where he kissed it. “Anytime, princess. Good night.”

“Good night…” You covered half of your face with your blanket, your words slightly muffled. “I had fun today.”

“Really?” He smiled wider, a dimple surfacing on his cheek.

You nodded.

“Good, that’s all we cared about really. We just wanted you to have a good time.”

“I… Thank you, that’s very sweet of you. Of all of you…”

A look passed over his face and you had the feeling he was thinking about something, contemplating something. The mystery was soon solved as he leaned down again, this time placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before straightening himself out, switching off your lamp and leaving your room with a final “Good night.”

A smile lingered on your face even and you fell asleep as soon as the door of your room clicked shut. The next morning you stirred awake, moving to lay on your back to sit up with a groan. As you rubbed your eyes and your vision cleared, you looked around, distantly remembering a figure in a tanktop crouching on the ground.

Finally, your eyes zeroed in on your nightstand, a white pill and a small water bottle with a sticky note stuck to it were placed on top. You shuffled forward on your bed, gently peeling the note off the plastic and reading it, placing it in between the pages of your favourite sketchbook that you keep in the drawer of the same nightstand.

Take these when you wake up and make sure to eat well. - San

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] i hope you all enjoyed this chapter because i certainly enjoyed writing it~ i'd like to take a second to thank everyone who's been checking on me, whether it's by comments, dms or asks. thank you all so much for your support, let's all look forward to the future of never say never together!

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[itstheghostofmypast]

♧14.05♧

University Student Choi San x (F)Reader ft.Yuyu

Summary: Jealousy is but a natural trait, especially when your bro gettin' a bit too comfy with your butterfly.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 943

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: I was supposed to upload Meow ch4 today, but it's still not done :( But here's a timestamp inspired by @edenesth

Yunho sat across her, working silently, well naturally they were in the library, and had to finish this project because she was ever so kind enough to request him if they could finish this a bitter early, explaining how the due date was the same day as her boyfriend's birthday and she really wanted to spend the day with him and not do this project.

Naturally, he agreed, any friend of hers is a friend of his- that and she was literally talking about San, his roommate, so he'd seen the two together a couple of times, they'd even invite him for dinner sometimes, she was nice and San was happy- that's all that mattered to him.

An hour turned into two, then three, and the two were still compiling and researching. He'd glance at her, mumbling to herself, eying her notes, then looking back at his barely readable notes, then getting back into the rhythm.

It was all good until he began to feel something burn into him, like a piercing gaze that had him fixed in spot, sneakily glancing to see if it were her, he realised it wasn't, she was still mumbling to herself. Then who was it? He realised the chair next to her was now occupied, the person was sitting extremely close to her, San wouldn't have liked that, turning to sit up properly and ask the intruder in the fuzzy grey jacket to keep distance he locked eyes with a pair that was glaring at him- San?

Ever so slowly he saw the man raised his arm, reaching over to wrap it around his girlfriend's shoulders, startling her before giving her a sheepish smile for a second, only to glare back at Yunho when she went back to work, his arm still around her.

"You're an idiot." Is all Yunho said before glancing at her, knowing she couldn't hear them. She was too busy blasting whatever song she could find at this point.

"And she's taken -"

"And she's finishing her work early so she can spend time with you on your birthday," he smiled, resting his chin on his palm as he gave him a gentle smile, one that tried to neutralise the judgemental look in his eyes, "You know...for when you turn FIVE Sannie."

In an instant, the other man's expressions softened, morphing into a pout, trying to gain the elder one's forgiveness, though he earned only an eye roll in return, followed by a, "You and Seonghwa need to calm down." That's because of each man's significant other shared more than just a few classes with Yuyu- truth be told Yunho was their senior, but the two took advanced courses, so the real problem was that they were dating two idiots. With that, he got up, collecting his things and packing up.

She pulled off her headphones, glancing at San before looking up at Yunho, worried that he was upset she made him spend three hours of his only free day in the library, "I-I'm almost done, I can compile the work whenever you send it-" though he smiled at her, shaking his head, "No, you just finish it and send it to me, I'll compile it later tonight and then we can turn it in."

"Oh my gosh, thank you, Yuyu~" her little nickname had San tighten his hold on her, though she didn't notice, too concerned about getting free time to spend with her giant idiot.

"It's my pleasure." The golden boy smile at her, watching her put her headphones back on and getting back to work, only to turn and glare at San who was glaring back at him, though his glare faltered when Yunho raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat and averting his gaze for a split second, only to gasp when he saw how Yunho had flipped him off, mouthing, "Grow up."

He quickly turned to his butterfly. Did she see? Did she see how horrendous and demonic that man was? He was no innocent Yuyu, but a spawn sent down by Satan, himself. Though all he saw was her typing away with a greater determination, all so she could spend time with him. Sighing, he pulled her closer, encasing her in a side hug, ignoring how she was protesting and whispering, "Excuse me, Sir! I need to finish this! San, San move!"

And he did let her go, only after forcing her to wear his fluffy grey jacket, so everyone would know she was taken- he had class anyway, so he had only dropped by to check on her because she didn't respond to his text spams or picked up his calls- oh...he did come here only after Yunho had disclosed the location.

Huffing to himself, he pressed a chaste kiss on the top of her head, moving the headpiece to whisper in her ear about his class before covering it with the hood of the jacket.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked out of the library walking towards his class, thinking of what to get Yuyu as a thank you present for taking care of his girl in class, maybe dinner? Or a restraining order to keep him away from HIS girl. Chuckling to himself he walked into his class, Choi San, you comedian, no wonder she likes you, you're so funny.

"You at the back, is something funny?"

"No S- Yunho?"

"No, that's Sir Jeong to you, professor Kim sent me as a guest lecturer for this class, now why dont you give us a sumamry of what you all have done ....for the past whole semester."

"Shit"

He should really get that restraining order.

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[allyallyorange]

College AU!

Fashion student Hongjoong who has been in the “talking stage” with Seonghwa for like. 3 years.

Seonghwa’s friends don’t really like Hongjoong due to the years of Hwa being obviously in love with him with the feelings being seemingly unreciprocated

So! Silly little doodle of Miyeon attempting to get Hwa to stop trying to get Hongjoong’s attention

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[ohmyamor]

ateez as college bfs during finals

it's my finals week and head hurty but crazy form good hnngjdnjgnjdf

hongjoong

will help you study but only if you bribe him a little

it's not that he wants to see you fail

he definitely does not want that

but at the same time

you would most likely do just fine studying on your own

he has a sneaking suspicion you just want to bother him

it's not until you bring out the "I'll do whatever you want for the next two weeks" that he's quick to agree

would he use this promise to his advantage? absolutely

hongjoong would help you study but then once you pass (you'd definitely pass with his help), he'd be quick to make you buy him food or pass him the blanket that is literal inches away from him

if you want to pass, you could also guilt trip him into helping you study by saying you'll just go to your TA

who's a man..

your same age...

hongjoong is real quick to whip out the flash cards after that

unless you give him a hard time, then he'll personally take you to the TA's room himself

7/10- would help you study but is all the work he would make you do after worth it?

debatable

seonghwa

absolute king

would drop everything to help you in the blink of an eye

he's got the studying playlists on youtube

anything you want to listen to, he's got it

lofi? yup. asmr? check. dark academia aesthetic? absolutely

color coded notes, flashcards, practice quizzes up and running

can seem a bit overwhelming at first but seonghwa gives me the vibes that he would just know you so well

and therefore he would know what type of studying or work environment you thrive in

and you're his baby, he wants to see you succeed :((

if you ever get frustrated or overwhelmed, seonghwa would 100% have your favorite drink and snack ready

some coffee to stay awake? whatever u need, some tea to relax? bet, he's got the honey and everything

your number 1 hype man frfr

10/10 need him in my life

yunho

honestly, also really good to have around during finals

strikes me as the type of bf to kind of sit with you and also silently work alongside you so you don't feel lonely

does that thing when you're writing a paper or smth and you look up to think of the word you want to use and the two of you make eye contact and he'll send you a wink and a big smile

little motivations yaknow

would also definitely use the pomodoro method

has a timer on his phone for every 45 minutes and when the time is up he'll gently shut your computer and grab your hands and just chat

would be the best person to bounce ideas of off

"yuyu, should I say this or this?"

and he would give genuine feedback

if you need help studying for an exam, yunho might not know all the answers but you can bet he would be right there with you watching videos of people working out the problems

gives you little high fives when you both get it

9/10 might get occasionally distracted by his beautiful blinding smiles but honestly a pretty solid study partner

yeosang

mans is just there to vibe and honestly same

i dont wanna say he has absolutely no clue what's going on

because he does listen to you and he does pay attention when you talk about your classes

but at the same time, he doesn't really give me the vibes he would be as great at studying as some of the others

more there for moral and emotional support than anything

might feel bad he can't be of more help so he tries his best to listen to your lectures if you're at home, but man, it sounds like a different language somebody save him

would definitely make sure you're eating and resting well though

"sweetheart I think it's time to take a break"

"yeosang I just need to finish a few more problems :("

"you can do it after you eat something, it'll be easier to finish with a clear head and a full tummy"

crying screaming throwing up

would otherwise leave you to your devices tbh

doesn't want to distract you but also doesn't want you to be completely alone in case you forget to take care of yourself

8/10 man is doing his absolute best and we love him for it

san

honestly this could go one of two ways

he could either be the most serious, hella studious mf you've ever met

or he could be the most unserious, menacing bitch you've ever met

it all depends on his mood

serious san is in the mf ZONE

he's got the glasses on, he has his notes out, comfy sweater and gray sweats ON

ready to give you a mom look every time you get distracted

at one point you'd probably try to play footsies with him and he just kinda stares at you over the top of his glasses with one eyebrow raised and you just slowly return your gaze to your work

that being said

glasses ON, sweats ON, absolute fucking menace

teasing you fs

maybe not even like in a sexual manner, just tickling you and cracking stupid jokes because he wants your attention

WILL kiss your neck and tell you "you're so smart baby, you're going to pass no matter what"

your will power needs to be better than the lords because LORD

what san wants, san gets that's all imma say

5/10 you don't know what you're gonna get and it's scary

mingi

im tired of the mingi is dumb allegations

mans is smart as hell, not only in math but also the amount of lyrics and songs he helps to produce??

studious mingi is one hell of a study partner

it might be a little bit of a learning curve at first, especially if you're the type of person to want to chat or bounce your ideas off of someone while you're working

mingi gives me the vibes that he would be dead serious and focused while working

so it might be a little intimidating at first

you look up to ask a question and he's sitting there, eyebrows furrowed and fingers flying across the keyboard

and you're like damn i don't want to disturb him so you swallow your question and move your eyes back to your work

but mingi is also very observant, so he definitely notices that

"what's up baby?"

"mmmm nothing" you mumble, trying to figure out this particular problem

he'll shut his laptop off and scoot closer to you

wordlessly helps you figure out whatever it is you're working on before giving you a small kiss to your forehead and moving on

8/10 he can be the stem major to my humanities major

wooyoung

let's be fr, not the best study partner you could ask for

love wooyoung with all my heart but mans gets distracted easy as hell

has probably tried the pomodoro method but it just doesn't work for him

sitting for longer periods of times just makes him antsy yk

i get the feeling he'd be the type of person to get one of those moving desks that goes up and down and then puts a treadmill or smth under it because he needs to be moving or else he'll get very distracted

do NOT take this man to a cafe to work, he will do everything but study

especially with the people watching

"babe look at that guy over there, his shoelace is untied"

"that girl's shirt tag is sticking out, should I say something"

"the barista spilled that woman's drink"

if you're okay with background noise, it probably wouldn't be too bad....

until he starts wanting attention and now he's playing footsies with YOU

"woo, babe, I really need to finish this, it's due tomorrow"

"so you don't love me is what you're saying"

and now two hours have passed and you only have half of an assignment done

will buy you food and/or coffee to make up for it

"sorry for distracting you, you don't need a degree, your ass is great"

3/10

jongho

scary

scary studying man

has everything organized to a T, do NOT touch his notes unless you're okay with dealing with the 3 days of silent treatment afterwards

im jk

maybe...

no but fr, jongho takes studying seriously

if you ask him for help, he would probably be the best bet besides seonghwa or yunho

but this shit is like boot camp, okay? so be prepared

no fooling around on jongho's watch

you want to pass, guess what baby, you're gonna PASS

does that thing where if you're not getting something, he might not explain it to you, just re-asks the question louder

"what's 3 + 4?"

"6"

*sighs* "WHAT'S 3 + 4?!"

or might just stare at you blankly when you try to joke around

mans acts like he's training future CIA members or something

once you do finish studying he's back to regularly scheduled bear bf but studying??

only for the strongest soldiers

6/10

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[hwalyn]

director’s cut ➛ curse

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SYNOPSIS! katie was always the top of her class, her projects and assignments were the ones teachers used as examples in class, and she never, ever got a failing grade. so why is her professor now telling her that a soundtrack is going to make or break her grade? and why does the person helping her have to be one of the members of the group she’s listed as her personal enemies? can this final be turned in safely?

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

Pining Idiots (college edition)

Chapter 10: When I say party shenanigans, I mean SHENANIGANS

WC: 6,811; Rating: 18+

Read Chapter 9 here!

Chan and Seungmin attend game night to round out the perfect day. With the change in the dynamics of their relationship, a few things feel distinctly different as the night goes on. Everyone has a great time, and many of them are able to follow through on their own agendas.

Author's Note:

Like Halloween night, this party (and entire chapter) will not follow Chan or Seungmin's perspective so that you can get a better picture of everything going on and a little insight into both of their thoughts at times.

Additionally, this chapter kind of sets up several potential side stories that I may write within this au, as was one of the inital intentions when we discussed writing this fic. Hyunsung was the only original little bonus work, but as I wrote more and more, we realized there are a lot of things we'd like to see with these characters.

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When Chan and Seungmin arrive at Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s apartment, they’re met with a chorus of cheers. Everyone offers them hugs and congratulations as if they’d just gotten engaged rather than just had their first date. Chan is a bit taken aback, and Seungmin probably would’ve been embarrassed in any other circumstance, but they’re both so incredibly happy to finally be together, especially after such a successful first date, that they welcome all the attention. 

Hyunjin and Felix whisk Seungmin off to a corner to pump him for information. They pepper him with questions about what they did and how he was/is feeling. He’s laughing, struggling to escape Hyunjin’s grip on his hand only to be swept into Felix’s arms. “Okay, okay, chill guys.”

Felix nuzzles his face into Seungmin’s neck with a big smile. “Then answer our questions, Seungminnie!”

“At least tell us if you guys –” Hyunjin not-so-subtly checks to see how close others in the room are before continuing quietly “– had sex yet.”

Seungmin’s blush is immediate and deep. He tells them about his afternoon with Chan, including a brief description of their love-making, ‘cause that’s the only thing he could call it. The three of them are all giggles as they celebrate Seungmin finally getting to be with Chan the way he’s always wanted. 

In the kitchen, Chan is giving a similar, though slightly less detailed, account of the date to Jisung and San.

“Oh a pottery date!” Jisung whips his phone out and starts looking something up. “Hyunjin is super into drawing and painting. Maybe I should take him to one of those places where you paint pottery or something.”

“Don’t you think you should actually ask him out before you start planning dates?” Chan teases. 

Jisung pouts, but San speaks before he can. “I was going to recommend one of those wine and canvas places, but I guess that might be less fun when you’re underaged.”

Hongjoong comes up beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You can actually do that pretty easily at home; Seonghwa was actually talking about making a party of it sometime soon. You just buy the stuff and follow a Bob Ross video.”

“Is that why you have that painting in your bathroom now?”

“Yeah, he did pretty good, didn’t he?” Hongjoong’s smile is full of love and pride. He turns to Chan and Jisung. “You guys should take a look at it! And if you’re interested, tell Hwa; it’ll make him happy to know people would be down if he hosted it.”

They agree and start making their way out, drinks in hand. Chan goes to hand Seungmin a drink while Jisung goes to check out the painting. Wooyoung grabs Jisung before he hits the hallway, though, yelling about how it’s time to really get the party started and having everyone gather around him.

“You realize, once again, that this is not your house and thus not your party, right?” Hongjoong interjects as he enters the room. 

“I realize no such thing,” Wooyoung pouts. “Seonghwa hyung, you want me to take over, don’t you?”

The grimace on his face seems to show that Wooyoung’s whining isn’t hitting the mark. “Woo, you should just relax and have fun. Hosting is more than announcing games; if you took over, I’d want you to handle everything, like restocking and cleaning up messes. You can have one night of not being the center of attention.”

“But hosting is fun!” Wooyoung is still pouting. “You should get to relax! I’ll handle everything.” 

Hongjoong gives Seonghwa a smile and a thumbs up behind Wooyoung’s back. Seonghwa smiles gently at Wooyoung. “You’ll really handle everything, including clean up?”

“Yes!” When Seonghwa assents, Wooyoung asks him to go get as many green legos as he can. When he returns, he has a container with color-coded compartments, making it easy for Wooyoung to check the approximate amount. 

“Okay, so here’s how this works,” Wooyoung begins, handing the container back to Seonghwa. “Hwa’s going to give you ten legos to use as your dollars. You also get 3 penalty shots to hand out if someone rejects your challenge. If you’re all down, we can just make tally marks on our arms when you give them to keep track.”

“The penalty shots are going to be blueberry soju until it runs out, ‘cause I don’t want any of that shit left in my house by the end of the night,” Hongjoong adds. 

There are a few laughs and murmurs of agreement. 

Wooyoung continues. “Whoever has the most ‘money’ by the end of the night wins. The game supersedes any other games we’re playing or whatever, so some might get put on hold while shit’s goin’ down.”

Everyone collects their legos then group up throughout the apartment to talk and start smaller games. Once the last person gets theirs, Minho announces that it’s time for the first challenge of the night. 

“Wooyoung is going to strip down to his underwear and run around the building.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Wooyoung, holding a lego out to him. “Right?”

Wooyoung just smiles and starts stripping. 

“I figured there’d be more drinking before Woo took his clothes off, but honestly, I don’t know why,” Jongho laughs. 

Several of them go outside with him to witness, while others just look down out the window. When they come back inside, Wooyoung looking quite pleased with himself, Yunho offers him another lego to keep his clothes off. No one else offers any challenges while activities pick up. A group starts playing beer pong while another starts a game of Uno. As expected, Wooyoung establishes a few house rules for the game - kisses to make the skip sting less, one drink on a draw two, two drinks on a draw four, a shot if you fail to say uno. 

Seungmin relaxes happily on the couch, watching Chan and Felix get adorably competitive playing Uno, playing with the rings on Hyunjin’s fingers while he animatedly explains the model he’s building for a class. Yunho sits in rapt attention until Yeosang comes up to challenge him to switch clothes with Hongjoong; theirs is the most drastic height difference of the group.

While they change, Seungmin goes to sit behind Chan, legs bracketing his body and arms wrapping around his middle. Hyunjin sits beside Jisung, who is laying another draw four down, to Felix’s dismay. Changbin giggles and whispers something to Felix. 

“Got a challenge for ya, Jisungie.” Felix rarely looks so devious when he smiles. “Have you ever heard of a 69 push up?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Lame, Bin, you know I’ll be able to knock ‘em out easy.” He flexes his impressive arms to punctuate his point. 

“We know you can handle push ups, Ji; the question is, how will you handle them when you’re lowering your face into Hyunjin’s crotch.” Hyunjin chokes on his drink, sputtering, when Changbin says this. 

Felix gives him a vaguely apologetic and pleading look. “You’ll help with his challenge, right Jinnie?”

When he recovers, Felix comes to whisper in Hyunjin’s ear. He agrees, likely not wanting to watch Jisung ‘69’ someone else. With his agreement, Jisung’s cheeks heat up, but he doesn’t back down. Uno pauses as Yunho and Hongjoong emerge from the bedroom. Hongjoong is absolutely swimming in Yunho’s jeans and t-shirt; the shirt was already oversized on Yunho, so it’s nearly at Hongjoong’s knees, the neck wide enough to show off his collarbone as it sits askew with sleeves reaching his elbows. The pants drag along the ground by a few inches. Yunho, on the other hand, is lucky that Hongjoong hadn’t opted for skinny jeans tonight, or he wouldn’t have been able to get his pants all the way on. As it is, he looks like he’s prepared to walk through a 12-inch flood. The shirt is tight and small enough that it looks like a crop top.

Yunho’s bare midriff inspires several wolf whistles and catcalls. When it settles down again, Changbin makes sure no one forgot Jisung’s challenge. Hyunjin lays down on the ground, and Jisung props himself over him in push-up position. He needs to do 15 push-ups, but on number 8, Felix pops up and sits on Jisung’s back, the surprise of it nearly making him face plant onto Hyunjin’s junk. 

Hyunjin lets out a laughing sigh as Jisung yells about dirty tricks. He finishes the set, but with Felix wiggling on the last one, he struggles a bit and ends up gently pressing his face into Hyunjin’s crotch for a second before he can push back up. Felix hops off, and Jisung scrambles back, face and ears burning red as he apologizes to Hyunjin. 

For his part, Hyunjin is giggling. “It’s okay, Jisung, though typically guys kiss my face before they kiss my dick.”

This does nothing for Jisung’s embarrassment, his eyes go wide and his mouth drops open. The rest of the group laughs along with Hyunjin, who has clearly gotten bolder after a couple drinks. Seungmin gives Chan a squeeze as they watch Hyunjin lean forward, taking Jisung’s cheeks between his hands, and pull him in for a kiss. 

Jisung still looks a little stunned afterward, but pulls himself together quickly. He stands, giving Hyunjin a hand and a cocky grin. “Do you wanna go get another drink?” They head off to the kitchen, smiling and giggling at each other as Jisung wraps an arm around Hyunjin’s waist.

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With this, it seems the challenges are picking up, because San and Yunho amble over; San plops himself next to Minho with a smile. “Can I kiss you for a dollar?”

Minho raises an eyebrow at him and glances over at Jeongin. “Like a peck or for how long?”

All eyes turn to Wooyoung, who preens with all the attention on him. “Let’s say kisses need to be 5 seconds or more!”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Minho grabs San by the nape of his neck and drags him in for a kiss. San’s hand lands on Minho’s chest, kneading into it gently. After several seconds, Chan finally just counts ‘4, 5’ out loud to signal an end to the kiss. Minho pulls back with a very satisfied look on his face as he smooths where his shirt that was rumpled under San’s grasp. Yunho drops a lego into San’s hand that he passes over to Minho.

Seungmin realizes he would’ve read way too much into Chan’s interference prior to their confessions. On the other end, Chan is just feeling relieved seeing the smile that Jeongin gives both San and Minho. 

“Well, that was hot as hell,” Wooyoung announces before turning to Changbin. “Make out with me for a dollar?”

Changbin grins and holds out his palm. Wooyoung slams a lego into it; he grabs onto Changbin’s hand and drags him over to the couch. Reminiscent of Jeongin and San’s first kiss, Wooyoung straddles Changbin and starts kissing him, much to Jongho and Yeosang’s dismay as they’d already been occupying the couch. 

Deciding that it’s time he really participates and ready to get away from Wooyoung’s enthusiasm, Jongho approaches Yunho. “I’ve got a challenge for you: post a picture of your toes on Instagram with the caption ‘first one’s free, next is $100.’”

As Yunho considers, Mingi steps in. “If you’re gonna do that, you’d better make ‘em look nice.” He looks around, noticing the big smile on Hyunjin’s face after hearing the challenge. “Hyuni, I’ll give you a dollar if you lotion his feet before he posts.”

A chorus of laughs and sounds of disgust fill the air as Hyunjin and Yunho shake hands in agreement. Yunho, much less put off by the couple making out on the couch than Jongho, plops down right next to them, leaning into Wooyoung as he takes his sock off. 

Wooyoung’s retaliation is sitting back on Changbin’s lap and grabbing Yunho’s face to plant a smacking kiss on his cheek after proclaiming, “Oh Yuyu, don’t be jealous; I’ll kiss you, too.” He turns so he can sit sideways across Changbin’s thighs and watch the action. 

Seonghwa materializes beside them to hand Hyunjin a bottle of lotion. Yunho’s socks come off, and Hyunjin gets to work. On the second foot, he pretends he’s going to take a bite before he applies the lotion. Luckily, Minho snapped a picture at just the right moment so that it looked like he actually did it. When he finishes, Yunho takes his own picture and posts it. Several of them make sure to go comment under the photo, some positive, some negative. 

Seonghwa taps Wooyoung on the shoulder then tips his head toward the kitchen and his eyes light up. He leaves and comes back with a few boxes in his hands. “Since all other games have stopped, I think it’s time for a tournament!” Seonghwa pulls out one of those huge sticky note pads that teachers use and puts one up on the wall. It has a bracket already drawn onto it.

After taking a better look at the boxes, Yeosang says more than asks, “The pepero game?”

“How did you determine seeds?” Jeongin asks.

Wooyoung smiles, probably happy that there doesn’t appear to be any push back on playing. “Easy, age order.”

“Ah yes!” Jisung claps his hands, grabbing a stick and handing it to Jeongin. “That means first up is the baby and our resident grandpa.”

Chan sucks a breath in sharply, eyes to the ceiling, while Minho and Changbin laugh. maniacally.

Jeongin puts the cookie between his teeth and steps up to put his hands on Chan’s shoulders. Chan sighs and starts biting. Ultimately, his lovely, plush lips are his downfall, and he loses the game, but Seungmin is sure to give him a kiss and promises to win the whole tournament in his honor.

To do so, when the second round begins – 8 matches going simultaneously – Seungmin starts off strong. He offers Hongjoong a dollar to let him win. The junior is very easily swayed, but Mingi, like a devil over his shoulder, says that he should take a kiss instead of a dollar. 

“You know what, that seems like a great idea.” Hongjoong grins at them before winking at Seungmin. “I’ve heard great things after all. I’ll take the dollar and a kiss.”

Seungmin and Mingi both blush at that.

“Better decide quick before other people finish and notice us not playing.”

Seungmin drops the lego into Hongjoong’s waiting palm. Then he leans in and kisses him. He does his best to live up to his reputation, and it seems like he succeeds when he pulls back to see the slightly dazed smile on Hongjoong’s face. And with that, Seungmin’s on to round 3.

Minho wins his match against Felix and sees that he’ll be facing Seungmin next while Changbin’s victory over Mingi pits him against San. He sidles up to Changbin, mischief in his eyes. He gets up close to his ear and whispers, “Did ya see how San won?”

Changbin jumps with a yell. “Damn it, Minho. I’m getting you a collar with a bell.”

“Kinky.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Changbin laughs. “Why does it matter how he won?”

Minho boops him on the nose. “It matters, ‘cause that’s how I want you to lose.”

“Why would I do that?” When Minho holds up a dollar, he shrugs. “Okay, how’d he win?”

“When they got close, Woo decided to stick his tongue down his throat. That makes at least 4 of us who have kissed him tonight. Did you see Innie’s face after I did?”

Changbin glances over at their youngest friend. “He definitely didn’t seem unhappy about it.”

“So, I wanna test a theory.” When Changbin looks like he’s going to interrupt him, he puts his hand over his mouth. “You know I won’t play any games that’ll hurt him. If it looks like it might, I’ll stop and talk to him. But until then, let’s see how many people we can get to kiss San tonight.”

Just then, Yunho bursts out laughing; Mingi reads over his shoulder and follows suit. After the third time they’re asked, Yunho explains that he’s already gotten two requests for more feet pics, one has already sent a payment through.

“Oh my god, Yunho delete the post!” Seonghwa laughs.

“No, leave it up!” Wooyoung yells immediately. “Make that money, make purse, baby!”

Jongho waves a dollar in front of Yunho’s face. “Split the money with me since I made you make the post from the start. And I’m with Woo, leave it up and see how much we can make.”

“We?” Yunho side eyes him. “I never agreed to splitting it or actually sending more pics.”

Jongho gives him a flat look. “But you’re going to, aren’t you?”

Wooyoung claps his hands and raises his voice then. “While Yunho thinks that over, the show must go on! Time for round three, bitches!”

Minho shoots a look at Changbin, nodding back when he salutes him. He steps up to Seungmin with a grin. “So I heard you say you’re winning this whole thing for Channie?”

“Yeah,” Seungmin laughs. “Wanna forfeit to help me?”

Minho makes a face. “Nah, I only cheat at games for me.”

Seungmin cocks his head and gives him one of those smiles that’s downturned at the edges. “Fair enough.”

When they begin, they’re both careful and slow; Seungmin is trying to figure out how to ensure his victory when Minho surges toward his face and his tongue is suddenly in his mouth. He’s probably less startled than he should be, but considering how the night’s gone thus far, Seungmin expects many more kisses from people who aren’t his boyfriend tonight; so he goes with it, wrapping his arms around Minho’s waist and drawing him in. To his delight, the move does seem to surprise Minho, who lets out a cute little squeak. 

“What’s wrong, Minho,” Seungmin giggles, tightening his grip. “Thought you wanted to kiss.”

“Watch yourself, Kim Seungmin,” Minho narrows his eyes at him. “Or you’re gonna get what you ask for, and you can’t handle me.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes with a smile. He risks dropping a quick peck on Minho’s lips before he bolts away from his grasp. Minho laughs and turns to find out the state of the tournament. He’s pleased to see San advanced, assuming Changbin followed through. That makes his next target Yeosang, though he’s barely even properly met him. Luckily, Changbin has a solution. The two of them step up to either side of Wooyoung wearing matching grins.

“I don’t know what this is, gentlemen,” Wooyoung looks back and forth between them before wrapping an arm around their waists. “But I’m very about it. However, I’m in the middle of hosting a tournament, so maybe we should talk in a bit.”

Minho smirks. “What an intriguing prospect. We should talk about this later, but for now, we need your help before the next round begins.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at him. “Go on.”

“We’ve decided to try to get everyone here to kiss San tonight. Can you get Yeosang to throw their match to kiss him?”

“Is that how he beat you, Binnie?”

“Yep.”

Wooyoung laughs. “Me too. I’m not sure Sangie is gonna be down to cheat at the game, but I feel like San might do it so each of his rounds for sure ends in a kiss.” He skips over to get San on board.

“An ‘intriguing prospect,’ hyung?” Changbin cocks his head at Minho, his tongue darting out before he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. 

Minho steps in close to him, lips grazing Changbin’s ear when he leans in close. “It’s not like we haven’t considered it before.”

Across the room, Wooyoung starts the next round. Seungmin places his hands on Jeongin’s waist as they start. As they get close, he squeezes gently; Jeongin jerks at the touch, causing his lip to make contact. Seungmin celebrates his win as Jeongin accuses him of cheating. They look to Wooyoung to make the call.

“I didn’t see any cheating,” he says truthfully, as he’d been watching as San grabbed and dipped Yeosang like they were dancing, then kissed him passionately. Seungmin could’ve done anything, and he would’ve been none the wiser; his level of drunkenness doesn’t lend well to multitasking. “Seungmin wins! Final round: Yeosangie vs. Seungminnie. Let’s go!”

Yeosang is still swooning just a little after the kiss. Seungmin ops for going the way he did with Hongjoong, offering a dollar for the win. He doesn’t have much time to consider as Wooyoung is loudly repeating ‘let’s go’ until they put the cookie between their teeth. Yeosang ends up shying back, allowing Seungmin to win. 

Chan scoops him up in a celebratory hug. Seungmin holds on tightly. “Told you I’d win for you, babe.” Chan blushes deeply as he nuzzles his head into the crook of his neck.

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“Alright, you guys are adorable, blah, blah. I need you both to kiss San.” Minho narrows his eyes at both of them in turn. 

Seungmin smirks as Chan sputters, “Why would you need us to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t you want to do it?” 

“Well, I mean, to start, we’re dating now.”

“That didn’t stop Seungmin from sticking his tongue in my mouth like 5 minutes ago.” 

Chan swings his head around to look at Seungmin with wide eyes. Seungmin shrugs. “He kissed me first; how else was I supposed to assert my dominance?”

He and Minho both cackle as Chan looks bewildered. “I don’t know how much I like you two getting along now. Seems like it’ll be bad for my health.”

“Don’t worry, Channie,” Minho pats his cheeks. “I won’t steal your man. Anyway, San has kissed the most people at this party, so I decided I want to get him to kiss everyone here. So you’ll do it? I’m willing to pay.”

“Sure, but I still don’t understand why,” Seungmin shrugs. He holds out his palm and Minho drops a couple dollars into it and flounces away. He leans in close to his boyfriend, speaking softly. “I guess we didn’t actually talk about our comfort levels with things like kissing our friends for games and stuff. I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I? We don’t have to kiss San.”

“No, baby, it’s okay.” Chan kisses his cheek. “I know you’re comfortable with that kind of thing, and I am, too. I’m not really concerned about it when it’s, like, party games… If you’re wanting to kiss people in another context, we can discuss that another day.”

“Baby, huh?” Seungmin teases, smiling wide at the blush creeping up Chan’s chest. He wraps his arms around Chan’s neck, resting his forehead against his, as Chan’s take their place around his waist. “I’m not interested in kissing anyone besides you outside of games. Except maybe Seonghwa, ‘cause Felix says his kiss game is, like, god-tier, and I feel like I should experience it.”

“You’re such a brat,” Chan laughs before capturing Seungmin’s lips with his own. They’re in their own world for a minute until Minho hip checks Chan, breaking their kiss.

“I said kiss San, not each other. If you’re not going to, give me my legos back.”

“Keep your pants on, we’ll get to him.” 

Minho narrows his eyes at them. "Actually, I have a better idea. Carry on.”

Seungmin looks back at Chan. “That’s not a good sign, is it?” Chan shakes his head with a laugh. 

In no time, Changbin, Jeongin, and San are in front of them. “Minho said they’ve already agreed and taken their payment, so you’re all good. Right, guys?”

At their agreement, San takes a step closer to them, sneaking a glance at Jeongin, who looks like he’s holding in a laugh. “So I’ve never actually kissed two people at once, do we just go for it?”

Chan and Seungmin’s heads whip around to find Minho coming toward them with a shit-eating grin. “You guys wanted to keep kissing each other, right? Also, Woo says threeway kisses should be at least 7 seconds since there’s more people involved. Hop to it.”

Wooyoung slips in between Minho and Changbin, an arm around each of their shoulders. “Yes, at least 7. Also, why am I so naked and other people aren’t? Sannie, Channie, I’ll give you both dollars if you take your shirts off, too. I know what San’s got going on, –” he throws a wink in San's direction before looking Chan up and down– “and you’re clearly nothing to sneeze at, so leggo.”

Chan and San blush furiously while the rest of them start laughing. Seungmin encourages Chan to submit to Wooyoung’s will; when he starts pulling at the hem of his shirt, Chan allows him to take it off of him. 

Across the room comes an exasperated “fuck, man!” from Jisung. He makes his way over, Hyunjin, Mingi, and Juyeon on his tail. He puts a dollar in Changbin’s waiting hand, then digs his wallet out of his pocket and throws in an actual 5 dollar bill. “Where’s your shirt, Chan? Bin didn’t get you to take it off, did he?”

“You said you guys were done betting about whether or not I’ll keep my shirt on!”

“I did no such thing.” Jisung crosses his arms over his chest with a smug look on his face. “I simply acknowledged that you did not approve and agreed to stop making it happen.”

Chan rolls his eyes, but before he can respond, an also shirtless San leans in and whispers to him and Seungmin. “Minho and Jeongin are threatening to start a chant if we don’t kiss, and we already have a small crowd now. Should we get it over with?”

Seungmin brings a hand to his chest. “Kissing me is something you want to just ‘get over with?’ Maybe we should let them chant so everyone can come witness your hardship.”

San lets out an adorable whine, turning pleading eyes on Chan. “How do you deal with all these menaces?”

Chan smiles at him half fond, half apologetic. “Minnie, I assume you’re okay with this threeway kiss nonsense? Come here before everyone gathers around to watch.”

It’s kind of awkward, but not as bad as any of them thought it would be. Kissing to avoid additional attention ends up failing, though, as Changbin starts a slow but loud count for them, and everyone near them follows along. When they hit the 7th count and break apart, even Seungmin is feeling a little embarrassed in the midst of all the hooting and hollering. 

Luckily, a distraction comes in the form of a shout from Hongjoong. “Absolutely not! If you wanna make a fire, it has to be outside!”

“But that’s against the spirit of the challenge” Jongho faux whines as they walk into the room.

“I don’t care, you can’t set a fire in my house!”

“Okay, okay, no fire. Where’s Woo?” Jongho looks around until he finds him in the crowd. “Let’s go outside.” 

Obviously, Wooyoung immediately agrees and heads toward the door, but Seonghwa catches him around the waist. “Oh no, if you’re going outside, you need to put pants on first. Joongie, no fire outside either, please. We don’t need someone calling the police or something.”

“I will put pants on, if you give kisses,” Wooyoung gives Seonghwa a big smile that widens even further when Seonghwa smacks a kiss on his lips without question. “I actually meant kisses for Sannie, but I’m happy I get one, too.”

Seonghwa sighs. When Wooyoung refuses to put pants on in return for his kiss, he ends up giving San one as well. With the promise of no fire-related challenges, a few people follow them outside to see what his challenge ends up being. It’s simple, laying in the street for 60 consecutive seconds. He only has to restart twice because of cars. 

While they wait, Yeosang is challenged to set off his car alarm the next time a person walks by; it ends up coinciding with Wooyoung’s success, so it goes off as he’s standing up. To everyone’s surprise, what turns out to be a goose comes flying out of the guy’s arm, its honking drowning out whatever he’s yelling. 

“Is that a fucking goose?” Wooyoung yells as it lands near him and starts waddling away. 

“Gerald!” The guy starts running toward him, stumbling a bit. “Help me catch him!”

Without question, Wooyoung is running after the goose with this stranger. 

“I always knew Woo would be outsmarted by a goose one day.” Yunho’s comment was met with a few solemn nods. 

“Jyunyangie, isn’t that Eric?” Felix directs his boyfriend away from himself to look at the man running around with Wooyoung. 

He squints into the distance. “Huh, it is. Eric! Leave the goose and come inside!”

Shockingly, Eric immediately stops and shouts, “But how am I going to get it drunk if I can’t catch it?”

“I don’t think you need to get it drunk, bud!” Juyeon calls, rolling his eyes. “Come back inside with us, and you can get a person drunk instead!” He tilts his head in contemplation. “Is it okay for me to invite him to join us? I could always take him home or back to wherever he wandered away from.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s fine,” Yunho says. “Especially considering he and Woo are literally going to be best friends by the time they reach us.”

They watch as the two of them make their way back up the street, arm in arm, words flying between them at a mile a minute. Challenges complete, everyone heads back inside. They’re met with the glorious sight of Mingi and Hyunjin giving San and Changbin, respectively, lap dances to the wonderful musical stylings of Seungmin, who is showing off his fantastic rap skills. 

“My man, why have you not invited me to a party here before?” Eric asks as he takes it all in, not noticing the way the rest of the outside crew’s faces range from amused to shocked. Wooyoung takes him into the kitchen to get a drink. 

As Seungmin wraps up, Minho lays a hand on the nape of Hyunjin’s neck, slowly guiding his head toward San’s. Hyunjin’s movements slow to a stop as their lips meet. Mingi gets distracted by the scene as he moves to get out of Changbin’s space, losing track of his actions and turning to just sit in Changbin’s lap. Changbin’s laugh rings out as his hands land on Mingi’s hips. 

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Minho sits beside Changbin with a smile. “Just a few more to go now: Yunho, Jongho, Felix, and Juyeon.”

“Oh, flag on the play there, Min,” Changbin squeezes Mingi’s sides, shocking a squeak out of him, but effectively drawing his attention away from the couple making out. “Aren’t San and Jongho cousins?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Mingi looks between the two of them. “Why?”

“Just saving Minho from asking a dude to kiss his cousin.” Mingi still looks very confused. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it. Look, your boyfriend is back, and I think he’d rather you sit on his lap than mine.”

The way Mingi’s face lights up when Changbin says ‘your boyfriend’ is incredibly endearing. He skips his way over to Yunho, slapping Hyunjin on the butt along the way as the other extricates himself from San’s lap. 

“Well, they’re adorable.” Changbin smiles at his retreating form before turning his attention back to Minho as Chan slides into the seat next to him, snuggling up. “I feel like you’ve gotta be running out of tricks if you’re just pushing people’s faces together at this point. What’s your next play?”

“Why don’t you suggest another game?” Jeongin suggests as he sits on the arm of the couch. “How many do you have left?”

“Wait, are you in on this whole thing, too?” Chan looks up at him, surprised.

Jeongin shrugs, but his smirk says that he is. Seeing Minho hold up three fingers, he says, “Let’s play Suck and Blow.”

“Tell Woo, he’s in charge.”

Before Minho can even finish the sentence, Changbin is blowing all their eardrums, yelling for Wooyoung. A moment later, the man in question plants himself in Changbin’s lap, arms, wrapping around his neck and throwing his legs over Minho’s. He wiggles his brows at the two of them. “You trying to get out of here?”

“Not quite yet. Time for a new game,” Minho smirks. 

Wooyoung’s pout turns back into a grin in record time. They hash out the details while Chan and Changbin go off to find Seungmin and Felix. Hyunjin has found them as well, arms wrapped around Seungmin’s neck, leaning into him. 

Changbin steals a glance over at Chan, happy to see the smile on his face. “Guess it’s a lot easier to see them like that now, huh?”

“So much, Bin,” Chan laughs. “I’ve spent so much time being jealous and anxious about him, but now I’m just happy he has Seungmin, and that he helped me to have him, too. What about you? Is something really happening there with Woo, Min, and you?”

“I’m sure nothing tonight, at least,” Changbin’s ears are turning red. “You know how much they’ve both had to drink.”

“Hmm,” Chan smiles. “A great non-answer there.”

“Channie hyung!” Hyunjin wraps around Chan instead the second they reach him. 

Chan is laughing as he holds tight to his waist. “Does this mean I’m completely forgiven?”

Hyunjin giggles and kisses him full on the mouth. “Yes! ‘Cause you wouldn’t help me with Jisung if you thought I was a cheater, and you love our Seungminnie.” He turns to Seungmin, beaming. “Minnie, you were right; his lips are so soft! Can I kiss him again?”

Seungmin, Felix, and Changbin are laughing as Chan’s blush spreads down to his chest, nearly glowing pink. Seungmin catches Chan’s eye and gives him a gentle smile. “Whatever makes you happy, baby.”

“Yay!” Hyunjin air kisses at Seungmin before turning back to latch onto Chan’s mouth, the latter starting with a small squeak, but returning the kiss nonetheless. 

Changbin’s eyes are tearing with his laughter. “Hyunjin, I’m pretty sure he was talking to Chan.”

“Nah, he got it right,” Seungmin shrugs. He raises his voice a tick. “Though I wonder, –”

“Wait!” Felix interrupts, grabbing Seungmin’s shoulders and turning him so that they’re face to face. He pulls a couple dollars out of his pocket and comically pulls open the front pocket of Seungmin’s pants to drop them inside. “I still haven’t gotten to kiss you, yet!” 

With his ‘payment,’ Felix clearly is on Hyunjin’s level and assumes it’s a done deal. His hands land on either side of Seungmin’s face, pulling him in for a soft press of his lips. 

“You gave him multiple dollars for – oh.” Before Changbin can finish his sentence, Felix is diving back in, kissing him as if his life depends on it. Chan and Hyunjin pull apart, watching as Seungmin’s hand finds its way into Felix’s hair while the other pins him against himself, spread across his lower back. He pulls at Felix’s blue locks just a bit, and they all hear his answering moan, muffled by their lips.

“Well damn, Felix,” the goose guy, Eric, says as he approaches. “Juyeon, does your boyfriend have a boyfriend? That’s hot.”

Juyeon good-naturedly slaps him on the back of his head. “You’ve heard of Seungmin, Lix’s old roommate.”

“Yo, the guy Kev hooked up with the monster co–” 

The elbow to his ribs keeps Eric from finishing his sentence, and once again, everyone’s laughing, including Seungmin and Felix. 

“Get your money’s worth?” Seungmin smirks.

Felix kisses him one last time, short and sweet, before bouncing into his boyfriend’s arms. “Yes, thank you Seungminnie! Having fun so far, Eric?”

“Gather ‘round, everybody!” Wooyoung shouts from his spot near the couch. “Time for another game!”

“Oh!” Changbin remembers why he was looking for Felix in the first place. He puts his hand out to block Felix and Juyeon from moving toward the party master. “Will you both drop the card and kiss San for a dollar?”

The couple looks at each other. “Sure?” Juyeon accepts the legos, and they join the others to listen to Wooyoung split them into teams. He tells them they’ll play best of three, he and Minho are team captains. He heavily implies that there’s a bet riding on one of their victories, though those who are in the know recognize it as an unnecessary diversion technique. Juyeon and Felix set up on either side of San. In the first round, Juyeon lets the card fall, bringing them to the final two needing to kiss for Minho’s little game. Felix goes next, playfully nipping at San’s lip when they part; Minho and Jeongin’s brows both raise at that, though Jeongin only smirks when he sees the resulting smile on San’s face. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Yunho throws his hands up. “I wanna play! Switch me.” 

Juyeon trades places with him, and when he’s about to pass the card to San, Yunho turns his head to blow the card aside, grabs San, and dips him low as he kisses him, like he’s in a movie or something.

Cheering erupts from Wooyoung, Minho, and Changbin, setting off most of the rest of the room. Jeongin walks over and drops nearly all of the legos he started with into Minho’s hand. He then grabs San, dragging him over to an armchair; Jeongin sits and pulls him down into his lap, devilish smile on his face as he draws him close and starts to whisper in his ear. 

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A group decides to play again, for real this time, while Minho, Changbin, and Wooyoung slink off to the kitchen. Chan takes a page out of Jeongin’s book, pulling Seungmin onto his lap on the couch; he nuzzles his head into Seungmin’s chest, arms coming around his slim waist like a belt. “Are you having fun, Minnie?”

“Yeah. Honestly, this has been so much better than most of the parties we’ve been to this year.” Seungmin’s smile is nothing short of lovely. The alcohol and excitement leaves a pretty blush across his cheeks that Chan wants to kiss every inch of. He doesn’t notice Seungmin examining his own face, thinking nearly the exact same thing. “And not just because I know that when all the games are over, I’ll still get to kiss you. Whenever I want.”

Their eyes connect then, the magnetic pull between them becoming irresistible, luring them in until their lips meet. Despite the abundance of (mostly) platonic kissing tonight, it feels like it’s been a lifetime since the end of their date when they last kissed like this. As if their bodies had been waiting to recognize home in the form of the other’s lips. 

A while later, someone knocks into them, breaking the spell. Minho clearly bumped them on purpose, based on his expression. “Seungmin-ah, I think your Hyunjinnie is looking for you, and I need to borrow Channie hyung.”

When Seungmin finds Hyunjin, standing between Jisung’s thighs as the latter sits on the kitchen counter, heads together, voices low, he realizes that Minho had just been getting rid of him. Still, Hyunjin could be spacey when drunk, so it’s possible he had been looking for Seungmin at some point. 

“Hey Jinnie, Jisung,” he ventures. “Were you looking for me, by chance?”

“Minnie!” Hyunjin draws out his name for a few seconds. “Isn’t Jisungie so handsome? And he kisses as well as Chan. We’re so lucky.”

Jisung is torn between being embarrassed and proud. Hyunjin just looks so happy and comfortable. Seungmin feels a certain warmth in his chest. “We are. What about you, Ji, feeling lucky?”

“Incredibly.” Jisung leans toward Seungmin, stage whispering his next thought. “Honestly, this seems like a dream. Is he real?”

Hyunjin giggles, swaying on his feet a little. Seungmin almost wonders if he did it on purpose so that Jisung would return his hands to his hips. Seungmin leaves them to it, wandering back out into the living room. Chan and Minho have been replaced by Seonghwa and Hongjoong on the couch. 

It’s nearing 4 a.m., and it seems like people are starting to clear out. San and Jeongin pulled an Irish goodbye a while ago, as did Jongho. Felix and Juyeon head home with promises of texts when they arrive home. A bit later, Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang, and surprisingly, Eric say their goodbyes; Eric has heart eyes, following Yeosang right out the door. Seungmin accepts a kiss on the cheek from Seonghwa as his group finally makes their way to the door, Wooyoung in tow. Hyunjin bemoans not getting to kiss Seonghwa tonight until Jisung reminds him that they can kiss a little more to make up for it. 

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[luumiinaa]

They are just too dang cute!

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

dragon shifter!park seonghwa x f!reader

just because you're both dragon shifters doesn't mean this courtship thing is easy.

▷ 6.1k words, pg-13, f2l, dragon shifters au, urban fantasy, swearing, mentions of a big roach/insect, shoulder kiss, seonghwa goes shirtless once (1), mentions of courtship/mating traditions, the boys are implicit in shenanigans ofc, love in the form of jewelry, very mild jealousy, pining

a/n: this au idea was like ,,, 3 months in the making but i reopened the draft yesterday cuz i was tired of rotting 😭 anyways... i think shy, romantic seonghwa is cute ! (also very much hoping this isn't too boring jsfnkdnf)

Park Seonghwa was pretty sure he fell in love with you the day you met. 

It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially since his attraction had come first when he saw you across the dormitory common room, and was struck dumb by the curve of your smile and the way the sunlight hit your irises to make them glint like jewels. While it was stereotypical to think that dragons only cared about appearances, it didn't come from nothing. It was part of the reason why Seonghwa didn't like saying it was love at first sight; it technically wasn't, by all definitions. He just thought you were beautiful. 

It wasn't until he finally worked up the courage (thanks to his best friend Hongjoong's encouragement (shoving)) to introduce himself to you that he realized what you were—a dragon shifter, just like him. It was no wonder he felt a pull toward you; dragon shifters were a dime a dozen, especially in the city where you both attended university. He told himself his fast friendship and bonding with you came from his excitement of being the same species, as well as learning each other's cultures and traditions, as you came from different clans. 

Though, that didn't account for the amount of times he daydreamed about adorning you in his family's jewels, as it was customary in courtship traditions to wear one's mate's gems. Neither did it account for the way his heart beat faster whenever you were around, the purring from his chest after that one time you fell asleep on his shoulder… It was complicated. 

“Everyone, let's load up the cars! Quick—off your asses. Let's move, people!” Hongjoong hollered like a drill sergeant, his hands cupped around his mouth before clapping too loud for six in the morning on a Saturday. 

Who in their right mind would be crazy enough to wake up so early on the Saturday of their last spring break? Only one demon in particular, and his name was Kim Hongjoong. 

Seonghwa was still half asleep, his eyelids droopy and his limbs even droopier. He nearly flopped face-first onto the pavement outside the apartment complex. He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and slumped over to the passenger side of the SUV. It had taken all of his willpower to not trudge out in his Lego Movie pajama set.

“—and for goddess's sake, where is Yn?”

He jolted upright. “Yn?” He blubbered, head going on a swivel. 

Hongjoong peered at him weirdly with his hands on his hips, and Wooyoung snorted, then scurried past to avoid Seonghwa's scowl. “Yes, Yn,” Hongjoong said. “Are you awake, Hwa? We literally talked about Yn coming on the trip with us last night.”

Oh. Right. 

Seonghwa blinked his bleary eyes open and nodded sheepishly. Thank goodness he wasn't in his Lego Movie pajamas. “Y-yep, of course I remember!” 

He glanced away, nostrils flaring as he caught onto a familiar scent coming down the street. He could pick out the smell of apple blossoms, tangerines, and your particular musk from a mile away if he was more awake.

“Sorry, I'm late!” Then there came the voice. Your voice simultaneously jump-started his heart and made his heart swoon. If he was about to faint, it probably wasn't going to be from sleep deprivation. 

He couldn't believe he nearly forgot you were coming to the lake with them. 

Your form came into view, your hair a windswept mess and a sheepish sort of smile on your face as you wrestled with the duffle on one shoulder, your backpack on the other, and a paper grocery bag. 

Seonghwa practically fell over himself in order to drop his own bag on the sidewalk and rush over to you. “Here, I got it,” he murmured, taking the grocery bag and duffle bag away from you so he could hold them. 

Your smile widened at him, and he swore the soft morning light was purposefully making your eyes glow right now. “Thanks, Hwa. Very sweet of you.”

“Of course,” he said with a humble nod, pointedly ignoring all of the looks he was getting from his friends. 

“You're just on time,” Hongjoong greeted you with a small smile. “How were exams for you?”

You brushed a hand through your hair, a tired laugh falling from your lips. “They were… alright,” you opted to say. “Glad they're over now, and I'm so ready for this trip.” You gestured to the grocery bag Seonghwa held. “Oh! I brought snacks, by the way.”

Mingi stuck his entire upper body out of the passenger seat of Yunho's sedan. “Yn-ah! You're riding in our car, right?” 

Seonghwa's expression molded into something sour. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“Mingi, you should just give up now,” San chuckled. He sent a wink over to Seonghwa, then glanced back at the naiad who's head Seonghwa was currently trying to glare a hole through. “We’ve already claimed Yn for our car.”

You looked on in confused amusement. “I'll split the snacks between the cars, guys. And plus, the SUV will have more room than the sedan.”

“Exactly,” Seonghwa piped up. He marched over to the back doors of the SUV to safely deposit your things within. There was no need for you to be squished between Yeosang and Jongho in Yunho's comically tiny car, when you could be in the same car as him—no, wait. That wasn't what he meant—

“Well, this is just favoritism,” Yunho jested as he slammed his trunk shut. He shot you a sunny grin that made Seonghwa glance over at you for your reaction. Yunho's being half-siren always made his voice and gestures a little more silken and sweet than the rest of them. “Are you sure it's 'cause of the extra room and not because Wooyoung's cat is gonna be in that car?”

You chuckled, shrugging. As if on cue, a lithe feline in silky black fur trotted out from the bushes. She strutted over to you, purring as she wrapped her tail around your calf. “Okay, maybe you caught me,” you said, crouching down to pet Wooyoung's cat familiar. 

Seonghwa was not going to be jealous over a cat. He was absolutely not. Some sleep would screw his head on straight—yes, sleep did sound nice. He didn't know what was up with himself this morning. 

“Pretty sure she loves you more than she loves me,” Wooyoung pouted as he stuck his head out of the SUV's back window. 

You picked the feline up with your hands, and she gave a crooning meow as you held her up to her witch through the window. “I wouldn't mind adopting her if she wasn't permanently bound to you.”

Seonghwa's eye twitched at the same time he and Hongjoong made eye contact. 

The demon's mouth curled into a knowing, teasing smile—I see you. Seonghwa could feel the heat lift to the surface of his skin as he ducked into the car. He really needed a nap.  

The remainder of the time was used swiftly as everyone finished packing things into your respective cars, including your bodies. About an hour later, you were well on your way out of the city. 

As this was all nine of yours last year of university, this spring break needed to be a memorable one. Yeosang had heard talk through the grapevine of a collection of interlinking caves overlooking a small lake. It was located a few hours out of the city proper, but it would pose as a peaceful getaway for the week. Each of the small caverns were open facing, peering over the water's surface, and each was designed to be like rooms in a house. There would be enough for the boys to sleep two to a bed, with you getting your own. 

The drive out of the city was an easy one. Seonghwa slept nearly the entire time, only waking up to a near-quiet car, save for Hongjoong's choice of music playing softly from the radio. 

“'Morning,” Hongjoong murmured, taking his eyes off the road for a brief moment. 

Seonghwa yawned and turned his eyes up and outward at the world around him. Concrete jungle had become emerald green trees speared with beams of buttery sunshine. He bet it smelled glorious. “Morning,” he said back quietly. “Are they still…” 

His voice trailed off as he twisted around in his seat and took in the middle row behind him. You, San, and Wooyoung were squished arm to arm, thigh to thigh; Wooyoung's black cat familiar laid fast asleep in Wooyoung's lap, with Wooyoung's head against San, San's head against you, and your head against the car window. Seonghwa cooed to himself at the sight, carefully snapping a picture with his phone, before returning to face the front. 

The remainder of the drive was swift, and as you approached the site of your home for the next several days, you all slowly began to wake up. Seonghwa rolled his window down and braced his arm over the open sill, a smile breaking onto his lips as he greedily inhaled the clean, crisp air. 

His eyes flickered to the side mirror, locking gazes with you. For a moment, he held your eye contact. He watched your mouth curve into that pretty smile of yours that made his insides flutter, before you looked out at the forest again. 

When Hongjoong's and Yunho's cars broke out of the trees and into the next clearing, everyone's breaths stole away. 

“No way we scored this good,” San whispered in giddy excitement as he shoved his body between Hongjoong and Seonghwa to peer out the front windshield. 

Before you stood a wide lake, its waters so clear that one could see straight to the bottom. The caverns that you would all bunker up in were on the far shore, stacked atop one another in two layers with four openings on the bottom and three on the top. A waterfall curtained off two of the cavern rooms as it flowed from the rocky outcropping that loomed over the lake, and into the lake itself; the sound was not thunderous, but a dull sort of roar that was almost muffled. 

With the sun rising higher into the sky, its beams reflected off the cascading spray of water to create a small rainbow in the mist. Suffice to say, the view in front of you deserved its own magazine. 

“Let's get our spring break on!” Wooyoung hooted as Hongjoong pulled the car around the shore of the lake to reach the base of the caverns. 

As the day sank from late morning to early afternoon, you and your friends transferred all of your belongings from the cars and into the caverns. Rooms were decided by an efficient round of Rock Paper Scissors—you luckily scored first, and chose the most private room behind the waterfall for yourself. 

Once everyone was settled, it became a race of who could get into the water—

“WAAAAHOOOO!” SPLASH!

—first. 

Seonghwa peered out from the living room cavern on the second floor to see the bodies below take a running start into the lake. He chuckled to himself, leaning his hip against the wall with a can of soda in his hand as he watched his friends break the surface of the lake, one by one. 

“You're not swimming?”

Seonghwa nearly fell forward and out of the open cave, down into the water. His hand slapped against the wall to catch himself, his heart practically tumbling out of his chest anyway. 

To your credit, you looked apologetic, grimacing through a smile as you came to stand next to him. “Sorry. You didn't hear me come in?” 

You had changed out of your T-shirt and shorts from earlier into a cropped tank top and loose skirt, a silver waist chain winking up at him from where it linked around your belly. 

The thought shoved itself into his brain—that you would look terribly divine in his jewelry.

He swallowed, dragging his eyes up back to yours. “I didn't,” he admitted sheepishly. “Guess I was too focused on watching everyone else. Have you settled in alright?”

You had chosen the cavern bedroom right next to the living room, but it was the only bedroom on this level. 

With a nod, you turned your gaze outward at the ocean of emerald green trees surrounding this little oasis. “I have,” you said pleasantly. “You?”

“Same here.” He carded a hand through his hair. “It's really quite beautiful here.” But not as beautiful as you. 

You glanced over at him again, and he wondered if he could concoct enough things to say to keep your attention on him. “Oh, I definitely agree; it's a perfect paradise, really. The waterfall” — you inclined your chin to your left — “I think it'll be most beautiful at sunset.”

He lifted one of his brows and pushed off the cavern wall. “Oh? Why do you think so?”

“If the sunset faces us,” you explained, gesturing your hand out to the eastern horizon in the distance, “then it'll reflect its light against the waterfall. As the sun sinks down and lights the sky on fire, so too will it set the water aflame.”

Seonghwa could envision your words in his mind's eye as he took in the waterfall careening into the lake below. Its crystal blue waters were so clear that it undoubtedly would reflect the shades of the sunset, and become illuminated as you said—where water turned to flame. 

A soft smile came to his face. What a gorgeous image. 

“I bet it'd look incredible from the skies.” Your words drew him back to your face. You were already looking over at him, and his heart gave a loving lurch. 

Seonghwa cleared his throat. “I agree. Have you been able to stretch your wings recently?”

You hummed, tilting your head from side to side. “Not super recently because I was locked inside to study for the last week or two. You?”

“Same,” he chuckled and reached behind his back to scratch at the nape of his neck. Usually, he tried to shift into dragon form at least twice a week to keep his wings strong, but when life got busy, it was difficult to find enough time to take to the skies. “Would—would you like to take a flight with me sometime?” He stammered, fumbling over his words. “Just, y'know, like a casual thing.”

Excellent, Hwa. The spitting image of confidence. 

He sipped on his soda, already hearing Hongjoong's exasperated sigh in his ear. 

Your smile softened at the corners. “I'd love to. After dinner, maybe?”

His shoulders loosened in relief. “Sounds like a plan.”

“This is your chance! It's a sign!” 

Seonghwa frowned at his reflection in the vanity mirror as he played around with his dark curls. Tied up? Kept down? It really didn't matter; he was literally going to be a dragon for the majority of the time, but it never hurt to appear well-groomed before a potential… ahem, friend. A friend. 

Hongjoong slumped down on the foot of their shared bed, a deadpan on his face when Seonghwa continued to ignore him. “Park Seonghwa, so help me, I will plant one of your anklets in her jewelry box—”

“And if you do that,” Seonghwa drawled as he gave up on his hair and reached for the tube of lip gloss on the vanity top, “I will tell that elven girl you've become so fond of about how you—”

“Okay, I got it,” Hongjoong cut in with a scowl. “Aish, so touchy. I'm just saying that this trip is the perfect opportunity to let her know how you feel, and to court her.”

Seonghwa knew that; of course, he fucking knew that. The thing was that if anything went poorly, you would practically be stuck here with him until the end of the trip. He cringed to himself at the mere awkwardness of that potential outcome. “It's just a wing stretch,” he reasoned aloud to himself. He grabbed one of the bottles of cologne on the table to spritz around his scent glands. “It's not like I'm going to offer her a necklace.”

“Yes, because you need to smell nice for a wing stretch.” Hongjoong fell back onto the bed with a grumble under his breath at Seonghwa's stubbornness. 

Dinner had finished up about fifteen minutes ago, and while everyone departed to do their own activities, you and Seonghwa agreed to reconvene at the tops of the caves in five minutes for your planned flight together. The days were growing longer as spring waltzed toward summer, and thus, the sun reigned the skies for a lengthier period of time. The two of you would ideally circle back in time to watch the sunset hit the waterfall.

Seonghwa left Hongjoong to their quarters as he made his way up to the rocky outcropping at the top of the waterfall. 

You were already waiting for him, your bare feet standing in the shallow end of the river leading down to the waterfall. You still had on the top and skirt from earlier, and as a light breeze wafted past, it blew through your hair and your clothes like a dream. 

You glanced up at him. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.” He grinned as the anticipation and excitement of breaking his wings free slowly bubbled up into his chest. It wasn't only being able to spend time with you, but simply the thoughts of being his dragon self that made him so giddy. 

You hopped out of the river and padded across the soil toward him. 

Once you were in line with him, Seonghwa flashed you a wide smile and sprinted toward the cliff edge. Your laughter followed him as he dove off toward the water below, eyes falling closed as he relished in the wind whipping past his skin. 

When he opened his eyes, he skimmed the water's surface with the edge of a veiny, membranous wing, before swooping back up toward the ripening sky above. His humanoid features had fully transformed into that of a creature nearly five times his human height. Scales of obsidian, gleaming a dark blue in the light, rippled across his back, his skin. He huffed steam from his nostrils and searched for you. 

A body of iridescent white, so pearly that you appeared a shade of light purple in the burning gold light, blurred in his periphery. 

He whipped his head in your direction, watching you soar around him in a loose circle. You wrapped around him and grazed the end of your tail against his, a caress. 

He didn't want to think too much about that. 

And then your irises, blue-purple in this form, were blinking at him. Northward? Your snout gestured in that vague direction. 

Seonghwa huffed his agreement, and the pair of you took off into the skies. 

A dragon shifter's courtship traditions were different from other shifters’ cultures. For one, the value of wearing a potential mate's jewelry was equivalent to acceptance of courtship; additionally, wearing one another's jewels essentially spelled out a long-term partnership. It was similar to humans’ exchanging of rings. 

Dragons dressed their mates in their own jewels as dragons were ruthlessly protective of their hoards of treasures, and a mate was even more precious than any jewel one could acquire. There were other rituals, too—such as dousing one another in dragonfire, performing a certain mating dance, consuming meals made by their mate—but the jewels had always been emphasized in Seonghwa's clan. 

It was why he stiffened when he saw a slim, silver chain wrapped around your ankle this morning. 

The piece of jewelry looked awfully similar to something he owned, except the one you wore was studded with an amethyst on the tail, whereas the one he owned was studded with sapphire. He struggled to swallow as he stepped into the kitchen, eyes pinned to your ankle. 

The way the light refracted off the gem made the article appear so much like his own jewelry; his heart could not take a scare like that so early. Perhaps scare wasn't such an accurate word—he simply hadn't had the time to mentally prepare. 

It didn't matter how long he'd fantasized about it. Seeing the real thing would likely bring him to his knees regardless. 

“Hwa,” your amused chuckle greeted his ears as you peered at him from over the rim of your coffee cup. “Good morning.”

He tried for a smile and forced himself to look at something, anything, other than your ankle. “Hi. Good morning.” Seonghwa grabbed a cup of his own to pour a helping of the brew into. “Sleep well?”

You rolled your shoulders back, followed by your neck. But as he blew on the hot coffee, he failed to notice the way your eyes watched his movements regarding the coffee. “Mhm, way better after we flew last night.”

Seonghwa hummed warmly. “Yes, same here.” Last night was a blissful night of deep sleep. The tension between his shoulder blades had lessened considerably. 

He took a gentle sip of his beverage, and the rich bittersweetness hit him as an alluring wakeup call. You were still watching as he took a larger gulp. 

His eyes met yours. “Something wrong?” He asked, licking his lips. 

Your eyes widened. “Nope,” you squeaked out. You coughed, setting your mug on the table to lace your fingers together. “Uhm so… thoughts on kebabs for lunch? I was gonna go hunting later.”

“Mmh.” Seonghwa drained his cup of coffee. “That sounds good. I can go with you—if you'd like,” he added swiftly. Sometimes hunting could be a therapeutic solo trip and he hoped he wasn't encroaching. Though, going hunting just the two of you sounded nice, too. 

“I'd love the company,” you said. When you smiled, his own widened. 

The brief moment of peace the two of you shared shattered as two bodies barrelled into the room, followed by another set of thundering footsteps behind them. 

“YAH! Choi Jongho, I know this was all your idea!” Wooyoung appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, drenched from head to toe with dark and damp bangs hanging in his seething eyes. A puddle was beginning to form beneath him as he glared at the two giggling imps cowering behind the opposite end of the counter. 

You and Seonghwa connected gazes across the chaos. Good grief. 

From behind Wooyoung's calf, another creature poked her head out to hiss at the perpetrators. Wooyoung's cat familiar looked akin to a wet rat, the poor thing. 

“Seonghwa hyung, do something!”

Seonghwa's eyes drifted over to Jongho and Yeosang, who flashed him a pair of sheepish smiles. “Aye… both of you. Now.”

“We didn't get water on San,” was what Yeosang offered with a shrug. 

That seemed to not be the answer Wooyoung was looking for. If the witch was a dragon instead, Seonghwa was sure he would be blowing steam out of his ears. “Are you kidding me? I am going to hex you so badly, you will never know a day of peac—”

Jongho suddenly yelped, startling everyone as he leaped a couple feet in the air and ran to crouch beside you at the breakfast table. 

“What, what? What is it?” 

Yeosang's eyes had widened to the size of globes, too, as he scurried backward to the edge of the cavern. His stare was still pinned to something on the other side of the counter. 

Seonghwa peered over the ledge and swore sharply. “That is the biggest fucking bug I have ever seen in my life,” he said with his hand pressed to his face, stressed. 

Wooyoung had magically disappeared, and his cat had retreated alongside him. If even the cat didn't want anything to do with the big hunk of insect—

“AH-AH! HYUNG, IT'S MOVING!” Jongho screeched and grabbed the back of your chair to hide behind you. 

Seonghwa paused at that action, but snapped out of it when he saw the legs peek out from around the corner. “Can someone get Yunho?”

“Ohhhhh, I'm too young to die,” the youngest whispered toward the ceiling, his face contorted in fear and anguish; it was a rare thing to see from Jongho. “Yn, please, flame its ass or something!”

You sputtered, curling your feet up onto your chair with you in case the bug came scuttling toward the table. “Uh no. Yunho would literally flame me if I did!”

“Screw what he thinks. He's not here right now.”

Seonghwa clambered up onto the counter and peered over the edge again. He slapped a hand over his mouth after seeing the bug for another time. “Okay,” he said carefully, “on the count of three, we're all going to run for the edge and jump into the lake.”

Three nods from around the room. 

“One…” Everyone shifted an inch toward the cave opening. “Two…”

The fuckass bug moved. 

The countdown was abandoned—Jongho ran for the opening and tackled Yeosang into the water. Seonghwa leaped over the remainder of the countertop in time to swan dive into the lake beside you. His body sliced into the water like a hot knife through butter, and the lake's cool temperatures engulfed him in a refreshing embrace. 

Your head popped up right beside him and you shot him a laughing grin. “Well, that's definitely one way to start off the day.”

He laughed alongside you, slicking his wet hair back and out of his face. “I mean, we were gonna end up in the water at some point,” he mused. 

“True.” Your eyes zeroed in on something just below his jawline. You swam a little closer, and Seonghwa's heart catapulted into his throat. “You have a little, uhm, watercress…”

Your fingers brushed over his collarbone as you gently plucked the strand of watercress out from the links of the necklace sitting on his sternum. You lifted the plant up as if to say, 'Ta da,’ before pausing at your physical proximity. 

Seonghwa watched as a drop of water dripped down the middle of your face, down the slope of your nose, and slipped over your plush lips. Woah…

He had half the mind to reach out and thumb it away. 

“Two dragons, a fae prince, and a water mage couldn't handle a fucking roach?” 

You and Seonghwa jolted away from each other like similar poles of a magnet, heat rushing up to the surface of your skin. You both tilted your gazes up to the caves and saw Yunho appear at the mouth of the kitchen, a wide grin on his face as he held the bug up between his two fingers. 

“That sounds like a joke I've heard before,” San laughed as he walked up next to Yunho. He waved down at the lot of you in the water, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. 

Wooyoung peered out from behind San. “Instant karma!” He hollered. 

“Come down here, and we can talk about instant karma,” Jongho threw right back up at him. He flicked his wrist and sent a jet of lake water up to the cave mouth, hitting Wooyoung square between the eyes with scary accuracy. 

San howled in laughter as his friend hissed from the friendly fire. 

Seonghwa loosened a warm chuckle before turning toward you—wait. Where did you go? He twirled around in the water, eyes scanning the lake for where you'd gone. 

“Hwa!” You were by the far shore, raising your hand up to wave him over. 

He didn't hesitate to swim over toward you. The two of you swam over to the furthest edge of the lake, far from the others. The morning sun had not yet crested high enough to penetrate through the trees here, and that left you both in a patch of dreamy shade where long leaves dripped into the water like Mother Nature's curtains. 

Seonghwa clambered out onto the bank and yanked the hem of his shirt up and over his head. The material had stuck to his skin like glue, and he was a lot more comfortable without it on. 

Behind him though, he swore he heard your breath hitch. 

The corner of his lips curled upward in satisfaction. He continued to feign ignorance as he wrung his wet shirt out, arm muscles flexing as the water trickled out of the fabric. “You coming up, love?” He asked casually, peering over his shoulder at you lingering in the water. 

You cleared your throat as you pulled yourself onto land. “Y-yeah,” you said, covering your stammer with a breathy laugh. 

“Cold?” He teased, finally turning his body to face you in full. 

You passed him an expression of playful exasperation. “Freezing,” you jested back. It was difficult for dragon shifters to be cold; the amount of heat either of you generated on your own was enough to keep you warm all the time. After all, you did spew fire from your mouth on occasion. 

Seonghwa whipped his shirt out in front of him and blew a breath of steam through it. The fabric dried up fast, but instead of putting it back on, he slung it over his shoulder. 

An idea plunked itself into the forefront of his mind. “Shall we hunt?” He asked and extended a hand out to you. 

He saw the flicker of blue-purple in your irises—like lightning—as you brushed a lock of hair from your eyes. You took his hand, your fingers and palms slotting together like matching clasps of a chain. “We shall.”

Seonghwa sat at the vanity table in his and Hongjoong's room. The world beyond the mouth of this cavern was a dark sapphire, embroidered with small diamonds in its fabric—the night sky and its stars. The muffled rush of the waterfall nearby played in the background as he sifted through his traveler's chest of jewelry and gemstones. Hongjoong had half fallen asleep in the hot spring somewhere behind him, so Seonghwa was taking this time to pick out what he wanted to wear to… tomorrow…

His hand movements stilled as something caught his eyes in the chest of shiny stones. He held his breath, carefully withdrawing a silver chain out by its amethyst stone. There was no question about what it was and that it didn't belong to him. 

Your fragrance still lingered on the metal, though cool from being away from your body heat for a while. 

Seonghwa breathed out loudly through his nose as he stared at the article in his palm. 

He could hear Hongjoong emerging from the hot spring pool. “Something wrong, Hwa?”

“Did you” — Seonghwa's brows furrowed and he twisted around on the vanity stool — “steal her anklet?”

Hongjoong frowned, wrapping a towel around his waist before coming to stand beside his friend. He peered down at the article, reaching out to touch the anklet. 

Seonghwa moved his hand away and his chest rumbled with a low growl. 

A soft huff of amusement fell from Hongjoong's lips, and he settled his hand on Seonghwa's shoulder instead. “No, I wouldn't dare. I don't want to face a dragon's wrath for stealing from their hoard, thank you very much.”

“Hmph.” Seonghwa considered the article in his palm once more. If Hongjoong wasn't pulling his leg, then the logical answer was that you put your anklet in his jewelry chest. But why would you do that, and when did you? He would have smelled your scent lingering in this room if you had, and he couldn't pick up on any of his friends’ scents either. 

A flower of hope blossomed in his chest as he thought about the implications of this gesture further. Maybe it didn't matter how it got here, only what you thought about it being here in his possession.

“It's a sign,” Hongjoong giggled, squeezing his shoulder. He trudged away to go find his sweatpants to sleep in. “Your move, Park!”

Seonghwa slowly wrapped his fingers around the chain, a small smile flitting onto his face. In the mirror, his cheekbones burned the color of the rubies in his jewelry case. 

His move, indeed. 

In the morning, Seonghwa rose before day broke the dawn. 

It had come to him like a strike of lightning last night as he laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, weighing the option of wearing your anklet like a lovesick fool or returning it to you in the morning. What he'd remembered, instead, was something you told him about your clan's traditions. 

While his family held a lot more emphasis on adornment for mating traditions, your family clan put more importance on the act of making a meal for a potential partner. Consuming said meal was an acceptance of courtship and love. 

As he hunched over the kitchen countertop pouring over a recipe on his phone, he marinated on how to go about this. Presenting you with breakfast—that he only made for you, might he add—was not a subtle move in the slightest. Perhaps slipping your anklet into his things could be interpreted a couple ways, but it wasn't a glaring neon sign like this gesture was going to be. 

Nonetheless, Seonghwa got to work. He was counting on his friends to stay the fuck asleep. 

About an hour later, he was just finishing up when he picked up on the sound of your bare feet padding across the hallway toward the kitchen. Your perfume followed next, carrying into the room on an invisible breeze. Seonghwa drummed his fingers against the countertop as you strolled into the room, eyes wide and bright when you saw him there with food made. 

“Well, something smells yummy,” you said warmly. “Should I go wake the others?”

“No!” He laughed nervously, breaking into a bashful smile. “No need. This—this is just for you. I mean, I made breakfast for you.”

Your eyes seemed to grow even wider. “Break—breakfast for me? Just me?”

He nodded and wrung his hands in front of his body. “Just you… if that's okay.”

“Of course, that's okay. More than okay, really,” you murmured, eyes turning shy. The implications were too blatant not to miss or deny. 

Seonghwa gestured for you to take a seat at the breakfast table and presented you with the hot and fresh plate of breakfast he'd just made. He claimed the seat across from you with his own plate, but didn't touch it yet. His nerves made his hands shake beneath the table as he watched you take your utensil and fork a bite into your mouth. 

Something warm burst in his chest as you swallowed, then took another bite. 

“It's really good,” you said to him between bites. Your mouth was pursed into a wide smile, a tenderness swimming in your gemstone irises. “I think though,” you murmured after swallowing, “that we need to talk.”

Seonghwa's stomach tightened, but he nodded. “Agreed. I, uhm, I found this in my jewelry case last night.” He pulled out the strand of silver and amethyst from his pocket. The metal and jewel glistened in the soft morning sunlight pouring into the open cavern. 

“Oh, you didn't wear it?”

He went doe-eyed. “I wanted to—I just wanted to be clear about intentions first, just because if I wore this…” He stammered, “Then you'd be mine and I'd be yours.” 

The wording of it made your pulse skip, but it was exactly what you wanted. All of this stumbling around each other, falling over yourselves, was for this purpose. 

“Is that right, love?”

You nodded, as the two of you shared a smile in the glow of early morning. “That's right.”

He would be yours, and you would be his. 

Breakfast was dined upon in peace with quiet murmurings exchanged between the two of you, accompanied by light laughter and loving gazes. It was a marvel none of it was interrupted by the other occupants of the lakeside getaway. 

There was another thing that had to be done in order to seal the deal, however. 

When breakfast was finished and cleaned up after, Seonghwa barged back into his and Hongjoong's shared bedroom. His demon best friend was nowhere to be found, but it was no matter. Seonghwa went over to the vanity table and carefully picked up the necklace he had laid out last night. It was white gold studded in fat, glistening rubies—his prized possession, and one of the few pieces he had saved for only his future partner to wear.

That giddy excitement curled in his stomach again as he took the necklace with him up to your bedroom on the second floor. You were there waiting for him, your foot braced on the vanity stool to fix his sapphire chain onto your ankle, as your amethyst one laid around his. 

“This,” he murmured as he came up behind you in the mirror, “I've been saving for someone special.” He locked eyes with you in the looking glass, a sweet smile playing on his lips as he draped the heavy gems over your sternum. 

Blood rubies were precious and harder to come by these days, which was why Seonghwa coveted them. It only made sense that they should rest now on a person he would also come to value even more. They sat perfectly upon your collarbones, like a tiara upon your head… like it was made for you. You were yourself a treasure. 

Seonghwa could hardly contain his contentment at the sight. He wrapped his arms around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, smiling against your skin. “Perfect.”

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synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of… interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. mildly suggestive content, implication of size kink. word count. 3k

　　　　　　　　chapter viii // chapter ix // chapter x

With a week left for the project, thirteen out of the fourteen had come and gone with the snap of a finger. You were aware time seemed to go so fast because of the person you were partnered with. Wooyoung had a way of getting the most stubborn of people to have the most fun. Meeting with him—and his friends, or, you supposed, your friends—nearly every day a week for months, it wasn’t a surprise that it went by so quickly.

You worked very well together, a shock to you initially but after getting so close to him it made sense. Not to mention how close you’ve gotten to his friends, who you now also considered some of your own best friends and loved. Not that you loved them, but you thought they were cool and fun and nice and unbelievably handsome and-

Your thoughts were quickly cut off by a knock on your studio door that cut through the music playing from your bluetooth speaker. Well, “studio” was a bit of an exaggeration.

When you and Sangmi first moved into this apartment, it became apparent to the two of you that there was an extra room. Of course, knowing that she was a dance student and probably practised for the majority of the day, you let her have the extra room but she quickly shot you down and told you to use it for your art instead. It wasn’t spacious enough to be a dance studio, anyway.

There was space for your assortment of shelves and easels, a long table stretched the length of the wall under the single window in the room, paint tubes, brushes and palette knives scattered all over the surface and various filled sketchbooks, new and scrapped canvases crammed just below the table on the equally long shelf.

You set a small couch next to the door, the wall behind it decorated with several of your paintings you favoured over the others. Sometimes, while you were working, you let Sangmi sit on the couch and relax, either watching you or doing something of her own as you enjoyed each other’s presence.

You set your paintbrush down next to your palette on the table and wiped your paint stained hands on a cloth before opening the door.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the dance studio for a few hours.” Sangmi told you as you stepped aside to let her in. She looked at the painting of Wooyoung you were working on, the reference picture a screenshot of the dance video he filmed, taped to the top part of the easel. “Oh, it’s coming along so well!”

Over the past weeks she’s been checking on you and your progress, reminding you to eat whenever you get too carried away with painting. She’s seen all the stages and all the discarded versions of the painting, as well as all your frustration when you couldn’t get things to look quite right.

The canvas was fairly large, a magnificent oil painting of Wooyoung finally living up to your visions on the fabric—so you figured there wouldn’t be a need for smaller paintings as well. The dance was a contemporary one, choreographed to a song that made use of traditional instruments and performed on the stage of the university’s auditorium. The part you chose to paint was an almost breathtaking point of the choreography where he switched from sharp movements to an almost trance-like slowness, looking up with one hand elegantly reaching upwards. There was no denying his talent. 

The lighting from the stage’s spotlight was already dramatic, but you tweaked it on your canvas, adding more contrast and a soft glow to his illuminated features to create a more jarring effect. He looked ethereal with the way you painted him.

A couple minutes later, Sangmi left and you could continue painting in peace. Well, until the doorbell rang, at least. With a groan, you set your paintbrush down and walked into the hall to see who you needed to buzz in. As soon as you saw who was waiting outside the building, your eyes lit up and you wasted no time in hitting the button to unlock the door.

You practically ran to the bathroom to wash the paint off your fingers. By the time he arrived at your door, you already cleaned yourself up a bit and made a bit of an effort to sort out your messy hair. With a deep breath, you opened the door and practically threw yourself on him.

“Gosh, I thought I’d never see you again!” You pretended to cry into his chest as your embraced him tightly.

But Yunho only chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

You were only half joking. With you focused on your painting and him having to attend shootings and rehearsals for the end of year movie of the acting students, you hadn’t seen each other in a while. Each of the artistic majors had some kind of collaborative showcase near the end of the year; this year art majors and dancers worked together, the film majors worked with the actors, and the music majors worked with the theatre students. For that reason, you couldn’t find a lot of time to see half of the boys in general. 

“That’s an ironic thing to say for an actor.” You stepped away from him with a giddy laugh, noticing the bags in his hand and pointing at them. “What’s that?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Yunho smiled and walked past you to set the bags on the small breakfast table between the kitchen and living area. “I brought food. I didn’t know what you wanted,” he began taking different containers out of the bags, “so I got a variety—some soups, tteokbokki, fried chicken, japchae, gimbap and, of course, rice.”

“Thank you so much, but really didn’t have to get all this-“

He cut you off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it, I want to treat you to some delicious food.”

After a moment of you biting your lips with uncertainty, you nodded gratefully and moved to the kitchen to grab utensils and bowls. 

The two of you conversed comfortably as you stuffed yourselves full with the food he brought. You asked about the movie but he’d only give you answers so vague he may not have said anything at all; “What is it about?” “Well, you know, characters and stuff.” “Yunho, please!” “Ok, ok, fine… it’s a romance and involves characters.”

Though you didn’t really notice it, he paid a lot of attention to you. Whether you were talking or just eating, he was constantly taking notes in his mind. When you briefly mentioned a movie you liked, he later reminded himself to watch it when he had the time. Or when your eyes gave a slightly different reaction to a particular dish that showed you enjoyed it, he later reminded himself to make sure to order that dish next time he brings you food. Even when he was the one talking, he was so focused on the warmth in your face as you listened to him that he nearly lost his train of thought several times.

You told him about the progress of your painting, but adamantly refused to show it to him even when he begged so prettily. However, he quickly quelled his curiosity as you said something about wanting to surprise him and the rest of the guys. Something unfamiliar in his chest clenched when you giggled at his pout, reaching your hand over to pat his forearm.

“But I want to see your paintings!” He huffed jokingly, making you laugh again.

“I can just paint something for you out here.”

He seemed to be considering the offer for a while and then his pout disappeared, his eyes lighting up even though there was a darker glint in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher. A smirk spread across his face.

“What if… you paint me?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ve thought about using you as a reference so-”

“No, no, you misunderstood me,” he let out a mischievous little chuckle that twisted your stomach, “I mean, what if you paint on me?”

“O-oh…” Mildly surprised by the request, you blinked. “Are you, um… are you sure you’d want that?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. “Of course I do! But if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, you don’t have to.”

With a newfound determination to make him happy, you nodded and got up, telling him to stay where he was seated while you went to grab some paint. Deciding oil paints weren’t the best idea, you settled on gouache, something between watercolour and acrylic that would wash off easily. You grabbed a few clean brushes and walked out with everything in your hands.

The sight that waited for you in the living room had your breath caught in your throat. Yunho was still there, as you had asked, but he had gone to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to lay on the floor.

He was on top of the towel.

Laying face down.

Shirtless.

You were glad he wasn’t facing you, otherwise he would’ve seen the way you had to turn around to pull yourself together. There was no denying how well-built Yunho’s body was—or any of their bodies, in fact—but seeing it so bare, despite only seeing his back, did things to you. For the sake of the friendship, you swallowed down the nervousness bubbling inside you and turned back around, grabbing a cup of water and a small towel from the kitchen before walking to where he laid himself down and kneeling next to his body.

You set your supplies next to you and took a breath. He sensed you next to him and turned his head to look at you sideways.

“Something wrong, tiny?”

The nickname only added into that static feeling of nervousness but you still shook your head, beginning to dip one of the brushes in water. “Everything’s fine, just relax, please.”

Yunho nodded and sighed softly, turning his head to the other side and closing his eyes. As you inspected your colour palette, you took a moment to think of what to paint on him. What would he like?

Finally, you decided to just let your hands take over instead of thinking about it too carefully. Knowing him, he’d be happy no matter what you decided to draw. Holding your breath, you let the brush lathered with paint touch his skin. There was no mistaking the way the hair at the nape of his neck stood up with goosebumps as he shivered ever so slightly. You briefly apologised about the paint being cold, but he didn’t mind at all. 

You drew a wavy, thin, sage green line from his left shoulder diagonally down to the left side of his waist, watching as the damp bristles glided over his muscles. They weren’t as defined as an athlete’s, but they were there, soft indications of his fitness.

As you let your mind and paintbrush wander, you found yourself turning that line into a vine of flowers and leaves. The style was almost impressionistic, barely abstract and precise smudges of colours that resembled plants you didn’t know the names of. With each stroke of the brush and twitch of his muscles, your shoulder relaxed and you let yourself bask in the moment just as he was.

Soon enough, you were happy with your creation and sat back to inspect it. Feeling the absence of your brushstrokes, Yunho turned his head to look at you again.

“Done?”

You tilted your head one way and then the other, looking at it from different angles before nodding with satisfaction. He gave you a toothy smile.

“Do you wanna do the front too, tiny?”

“Sure- wait, what?” Your eyes snapped to his, his question making your face feel warm. Painting on his naked front torso seemed considerably more… intimate than painting on the plane of his back.

“Yeah, like, paint on the front? Maybe you can connect the designs.”

And so you found yourself painting a similar vine on his chest after he laid himself on his back—of course, he had waited until you told him the paint was dry in fear of ruining your hard work. This vine started from his waist where the vine on his back ended and creeped up to his neck, disappearing behind his ear.

Throughout the process, you had to keep reminding yourself not to let your hands indulge in a few caresses of his porcelain skin, gaslighting yourself into believing he was just a canvas. But the way he was looking at you didn’t help much.

His eyes almost looked glossy as the reflection of the ceiling lamp’s light danced in them, looking at you with something you could only compare to adoration. You didn’t hate it at all, but you weren’t sure how to feel about it.

You also weren’t sure how you ended up in this position. At some point you must’ve been so focused, you didn’t notice him move you to sit on his upper thighs. Straddling him. But you didn’t want to make things awkward and move off him (not to mention that you greatly liked this position), so you stayed and continued your work from on top of him. You desperately tried to ignore the size difference that seemed so much more obvious when you were on him like this while he, on the contrary, revelled in it.

And at first you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to break through your rib cage. But the erratic beating soothed itself; it calmed down quickly when it came to terms with the fact that you were safe in his vicinity. He was safe.

Painting his front was similar to his back, his muscles twitching every time you brushed over them with paint. Now that you were seeing him like this, you nearly asked him never to put on a shirt again. 

You found yourself adding details that were ultimately meaningless and would most definitely go unnoticed, but you weren’t quite ready to move away from him. Not when he was looking at you with such round, tender eyes.

“Can I take a picture of this?”

His voice seemed slightly deeper than usual, perhaps because he hadn’t used it in a while. His question briefly caught you off guard, but you realised that it was kind of cute, really. So you nodded without lifting your eyes from the area you were painting just next to his abs.

Yunho’s hand reached over to the coffee table and he slid his phone off the surface. First he took a picture from his own point of view, looking down his chest to see one of your hands painting gorgeous flowers while your other one rested on his free hand’s forearm, the way you straddled him so perfectly just further down the shot.

The next picture he took was a landscape oriented photo, his hand outstretched to the side. This shot depicted the scene from the side, both of your smiling faces in the picture, as well as the bend of your arm as you painted near his neck and the soft arch of your back as you leaned over him ever so slightly. The way his free hand’s fingers rubbed and tapped their way up your thighs until they reached your waist went unnoticed by the camera.

While you were very focused on painting, you did eventually relax enough to let your own free hand explore his torso. With one hand focused on refining the flowers, the other glided over wherever the paint wasn’t touching, following the dips and rises of his body. It wasn’t until you accidentally passed your thumb over one of his nipples that he made an effort to stop you.

When it happened, he let out a shaky breath that seemed somewhat like a silent whimper, he raised a hand to close around your wrist and lifted it away from his chest. After he muttered a “tiny, please” you nodded and relaxed your hand in his grip, face flushing out of embarrassment.

Instead of dropping your hand, he repositioned his hold on it to cradle it gently, pulling it to his face and consequently pulling you further up his lap. You gaped at him as he pressed an electric kiss to your knuckles. But he didn’t stop there; he flexed your wrist to present your palm to him, his eyes never breaking contact with yours until his kisses trailed to your wrist. His lips lingered over your pulse point and you watched as his eyes fluttered shut.

It was impossible to deny the dark tint appearing on your cheeks, but you were glad to see he looked just as affected. Pink blush adorned his soft cheeks, his eyes seeming slightly dazed when he finally dropped your hand and looked up to you.

It wasn’t long after that that the paint fully dried and he had to leave, voice hoarse as he explained that he had an early shooting the next day and should probably go rest. After helping you clean up, Yunho pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, barely missing the corner of your lips, and took off into the night.

If you collapsed onto the couch and squealed into a pillow as soon as he was gone, that was nobody’s business but yours.

And if as soon as he got home, he practically ripped off his shirt and gushed to his brothers about how small and pretty you looked when you were on top of him—foregoing showing the pictures because those were for him and only him—that was also nobody's business but his either.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] thank you all for waiting so patiently for this chapter <33. as you can see, you and yunho are quite… close 🤭 i honestly had so much fun writing this, possibly too much- but anyways, i hope you enjoyed it!! also, don’t worry, i did not forget about that little yeosang moment from the previous chapter, it will most definitely be brought up~~

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