#seventeen fanfic

[jejewonster]

Milk and Cookies

do you like my cookies? they’re made just for you. 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ࣪˖

❁  pairing: chwe vernon x f.reader ❁  genre: friends to fucking, aphrodisiacs, smut (MDNI 18+) ❁  wc: 1.8k

— vernon doesn't know how badly you want him. hopefully the chocolates you bought will help him see you differently.

❁  smut tags/warning: DUBCON, buzzcut vern, aphrodisiac chocolate is used to coerce vernon, dryhumping, penetrative sex, creampie, thigh fucking?, choking, reader is manipulative, reader acts like vernon's sexual advances are unsolicited at first. ❁ a/n: read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. vernon is meant to have a buzzcut but i couldn't find a good pic to make into a banner :( sry! thank you to @sunniques for beta reading ♡.

it’s not your fault that your best friend doesn’t realize how much you want to fuck him.

despite how many times you’ve tried to make it obvious how badly you’ve ached for him to give you what you need finally, none of your plans have worked in your favour. 

“hey, you ready?” vernon calls out for you. 

after clearing your mind from your depraved train of thoughts, you turn to him from your kitchen to smile back at his awaiting figure that’s sat on your couch. leaning against the headrest, his arms propped up against the cushions with his legs spread. 

it doesn’t help that he’s agreed to your remarks on how good a buzzcut would look on him. the lack of hair on his head is new and exciting, and you wish to feel the buzzed hair graze against your inner thighs. 

“yeah, just grabbing a few snacks. gimme a minute,” you smile, although you can feel the way it doesn’t fully reach your eyes. 

taking the box of chocolates from the fridge, you made sure not to forget the most important component of your plan. if anyone had found out about your idea, they would call you insane, but you couldn’t care less. 

you’re not accustomed to being denied what you need, or what you crave either. it’s not your fault you’re tastebuds have been tingling for someone as sweet as honey. 

staring down at the chocolate box in your hands, a smile begins to creep onto your face. vernon won’t be able to ignore the undeniable sexual attention after this. 

the aphrodisiac-filled candy is cold in your hands, but in a few hours, it’ll be a warm memory of tonight’s events. 

taking your designated spot beside vernon, you hand him the chocolate. 

“here have one, i got it the other day and thought we could try them together,” you nudge the box of confections towards him. 

“sure. these look expensive as fuck? where’d you get them?” 

shrugging your shoulders you act as nonchalant as you can, “nowhere special, just some place downtown.” 

𖥔. ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ࣪˖ 𖥔. ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ࣪˖

vernon’s skin is scalding. he isn’t sure what the hell is wrong with him, but his body temperature has gotten higher with every passing second. there’s an ache in cock that he’s so desperate to release but there’s no way he’s going to be able to go to the bathroom with the situation he’s in. 

with you beside him on the couch, the two of you shifted into a position where you’re both lying down facing the TV. the sounds coming from the screen are nothing in comparison to the pulse that rings in his ears. 

one arm is placed securely around your waist, legs tangled along the cushions. you’re way too close. close enough that he can feel the way your tiny sleeping shorts leave nothing up to the imagination. the curve of your ass is pressed tightly against his growing erection. vernon is a hundred percent sure you can feel how hard he is right now, yet he’s still frozen in place, not wanting to reveal his dirty little secret even further. 

sneaking a peek at your face, your eyes are still trained on the movie, but vernon can’t handle it anymore. he needs to do something. anything. 

it’s like a shot to his chest, you squirm under his grasp and if he wasn’t so aware, a groan would’ve left his lips. instead, he sucks in a breath, doing everything in his power to create the smallest bit of distance between you. 

“hey, are you feeling warm?” he asks you, trying to distract himself from the way the blood is draining his body and rushing into his semi hard on.

“no, not really? are you okay?” you turn, eyes piercing into his soul. 

“a little bit,” he sighs, not realizing he’s been holding his breath this whole time. 

you stiffen up, and the smallest graze of your ass against him has his brain turning to mush. vernon is filled to the brim with confusion and frustration, and it’s even worse that he can’t seem to get an ounce of relief. not unless he wants to embarrass himself in front of the girl he’s been pining over for years. 

“i can go grab you some–v-vernon!” your sentence is cut off, vernon cannot have you standing up just to see how hard he is right now. 

“n-no it’s fine just–just stay where you are,” vernon breathes out. 

the look you give him is filled with confusion, but you do what he says anyways. 

“fine. let’s finish the movie first.” 

snuggling into him more, vernon’s breath hitches. self-control slipping away from his fingertips the more you situate yourself into a more comfortable position. he’s really starting to lose it now, whatever morals he had left were thrown out the window with his conscience. 

as if he’s being controlled by a puppeteer, his hips find themselves moving on their own. rutting into the crevice of your ass, the shorts bunching up to reveal the supple skin underneath. vernon’s brain is fogged with arousal and no matter how badly he feels for using you; the relief he’s receiving overrides every single one of the morals he’s set up for himself. 

“A-ah–vernon? w-what’s going on?” you whimper as he continues to grind into you. 

“i-i’m sorry. i really tried to ignore it, but shit, it feels so fucking good,” vernon groans from behind you. 

the nape of your neck is in front of him, and hides his face in it, not wanting to reveal the rosy blush sprawled on his cheeks. the friction between you two creates a tent to strain against his pants, his large hands move down towards your soft thighs. touching them with the softest of caresses, the heat of your skin radiates onto his palms. 

his fingers trailing up your skin, skipping the heat between your legs in favour of your breasts. the speed of his hips pick up and now both of his hands have you encased into his body. both of his palms grope at your tits over the thin fabric of your tank top. 

it’s as if he’s been put in a trance. no matter how guilty he feels, he can’t stop himself from defiling you. 

“i’m so sorry darling, i can’t stop,” he whimpers against you. 

“v-vernon, i’m not sure about this,” you speak up, but your ass is following his movements in tandem. pushing back against his hard member as he continues to grope you. 

“just give it to me, just this once. i’ll make it worth while darling,” vernon grunts against you. 

his hands move down once more, propping your thigh up to give himself access to where he needs you most. the other palm still tweaking your nipple, under your top this time. pointer finger and thumb rolling the sensitive nub till you’re putty in his hands. 

vernon’s attention moves back to your cunt, the thin piece of fabric from your shorts being the only thing in the way from touching you where it matters. if he knew any better, he would’ve thought you weren’t wearing panties for a reason. but the problem is, vernon isn’t thinking with his mind. his hard cock is making all his decisions for him. 

shifting the fabric aside, he is finally able to touch your bare pussy. your lips wet with arousal, slick and ready for him. he groans into your ear, peppering kisses along your neck as he rubs your clit. you moan against him, and he can practically feel you vibrating against his body. 

there’s a whine that leaves your lips as he recoils his fingers away from your hot cunt. 

shifting behind you, vernon frees his cock from his sweats. there’s a breath of relief between all the hot tension. finally. 

“you’re fucking soaking. tell me you don’t want this ‘cause i’m not stopping,” vernon groans, not even allowing you to answer back. 

he slips his dick between your slippery folds before forcing your thighs closed once again. the head of his length is bumping into your clit as vernon begins to hump into you sideways. 

“n-nonie, f-fuck, p-please,” you moan out between your pleas. 

“jesus christ, darling, tell me how good it feels,” he grunts into your ear once more. 

“your dick feels so good, a-ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, keep going please,” you beg him, synchronizing with his movements. 

vernon is drunk on lust. the sounds of your squelching pussy fill the room and the sound alone is dizzying. he picks up his pace, the coil in his abdomen starting to tighten. he wants to be inside you, he craves it. 

“keep those legs open for me baby,” vernon mumbles. 

your hand goes under your knee, propping your one thigh up. vernon shifts slightly, his pulsing cock in his palm as he lines himself up with your entrance. the tip slides against your wet pussy before his tip is shoved into your tight hole. 

you visibly tremble, and vernon thrusts up enough to bottom out inside you. the arm you're using to hold you up gives out, but vernon is quick to replace it with his own. slapping his hips into you, he holds your leg up to give him room to continue fucking you. 

“tightest pussy ever, holy fuck,” vernon practically drools. 

your walls are gummy, and so soft. the heat of your cunt engulfs the whole entirety of his cock. it motivates him to continue pistoning into you until his balls begin to squeeze. he knows he’s close but he doesn’t want it to end. as if he can go on for hours drowning into the heat of your tight pussy. 

“you fill me up so well,” you whimper, craning your neck to catch his lips. 

vernon kisses back, tongues tangling with one another as the two of you are practically eating each other faces off. you jolt with every thrust vernon gives you, the hand that was groping as your tit moves to grip your neck. fingers squeezing at the sides to cut off your airflow the slightest bit. 

the muffled moans that leave your lips are vernon’s breaking point. your pussy clenches around him the harder he squeezes your neck and it’s enough to send him over the edge. 

gasping into your mouth, vernon’s hips halt as he spurts his cum into your hole. the semen overflows and coats his cock with the mixture of your arousal and his own. 

“i’m sorry, you didn’t even cum yet,” vernon pants against your lips. 

“it’s fine. i’m not ready for this to be over yet anyways,” you breathe out, cheeks flushed. 

vernon looks into your eyes, the glint in your pupils unmissable. what the hell did you put in those chocolates?

❁ a/n: thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did hehe :3

[minniesfiles]

AREN’T YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?

when your pretend to forget the morning kiss before leaving work.

❧ PAIRING; soonyoung x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; drabble, fluff, established relationship, prank

❧ WORDCOUNT; 0.5k

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It was a ritual, every morning, that you and your husband exchanged a goodbye kiss by the door before leaving for work. Today, however, you had a different plan. Soonyoung was never the one to miss no matter how mad he would be at you, but you wanted to test how he’d react if you did.

As you stood in the entryway, Soonyoung leaned in for your usual goodbye kiss. His eyes were soft and lips curved into a faint smile. He tilted his head slightly and expected you to respond. But before he could close the distance, you turned abruptly and grabbed your bag from the counter.

“Bye babe!” you chirped. You waved over your shoulder without a second glance, and your heels clicked against the floor as you darted out the door.

Soonyoung froze, his lips still slightly puckered, blinking in confusion. “Huh?” he muttered as his brows knitted together.

Slowly, he lowered his head, and the warmth of his usual smile was replaced with a bewildered frown. He stood rooted in place as he stared at the door you just breezed through. He tried to comprehend what just happened.

You, on the other hand, were already halfway down the driveway, giggling under your breath. You could barely contain yourself as you glanced back at the front door to see if Soonyoung had moved. When he didn’t appear immediately, your laughter spilled out in full.

You thought you had gotten away with it — until you heard the sound of the door opening behind you.

“Y/n!” your husband’s firm voice rang out, but you could detect a playful edge in his tone at the same time. Your giggles turned into an outright cackle as you picked up your pace to run towards your car.

“You’re not leaving me like that!” he called after you, and you could hear his footsteps thundering down the driveway.

You turned your head mid-sprint, your long wavy hair bouncing with every step, and saw Soonyoung hot on your heels. His tie flapped against his chest as he ran. “Catch me if you can!” you teased, sounding breathless with laughter.

Soonyoung grinned as his earlier confusion melted into amusement. “Oh, don’t worry, I will!”

In just a few strides, he closed the gap between you. You squealed as Soonyoung wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around like a victorious hunter capturing his prey.

“You thought you could just skip our kiss and get away with it?” he asked, his voice mock-stern, though his grin said something else.

“Maybe!” you continued to tease, still laughing as you wriggled in his grasp. Soonyoung shook his head and pulled you closer.

“Nice try.” Then, without waiting for your permission, he leaned in and planted a kiss squarely on your lips, leaving you breathless in a completely different way.

As he set you down gently, your cheeks flushed. “Fine, you win” you admitted with a smile.

Soonyoung smirked, smoothing his tie, “you should know by now, I always do.”

[imloyaltoscoups]

silent treatment (2/13) | yoon jeonghan

"Baby! How's work?" he greeted you with open arms as you entered the apartment.

You decided to play it cool, giving him a casual nod as you walked past him, not uttering a single word.

Throughout the evening, you continued your shenanigans, ignoring his attempts at conversation or attention. Night comes, you slipped away to your bedroom to change your clothes and head directly to the kitchen.

He then followed you, asking, "Baby, want some snacks?"

You grabbed a bowl of fruit from the fridge without acknowledging him. As you sat down at the dining table, focusing on your phone instead.

Seemingly unbothered, he sat across from you at the dining table, reaching for a fruit from the same bowl. He watched you quietly, a playful smirk forming on his lips, as you continued to ignore him.

Jeonghan, catching on to your prank, continued to act as if everything was normal. "Hey, why are you being like this today?" he asked, taking another bite of the strawberry.

Ignoring his question, you reached for the kiwi, only to be surprised when he suddenly put the half-eaten strawberry into your mouth. You bit into it, trying to hide your shock, but he noticed the slight change in your expression.

With a nod, he finished the strawberry, still playing along with your game as you pretended he wasn't even there.

A mischievous glint in his eyes began, as he chat about his past romances. "You know, I'm not sure if I ever told you about this but there was this one time when I was at a party probably 3 or 2 years ago, and I ended up making out with this person in the bathroom…" he paused for a moment looking at you but still you're eyes are focused on the small screen, he then added " You know ***** right?"

He took another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before placing it to your lips, waiting for your reaction. You obliged, biting into the fruit as he continued his story, recounting various past lovers, some more steamy than others.

Occasionally, your teeth would accidentally nip his finger as you took a bite, he just casually licked it, unfazed. He knew this would get both of you worked up, given your jealous tendencies, but you remained composed, just focused on scrolling through your phone.

Despite your efforts to keep your cool, Jeonghan couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your demeanor, and his face lit up with amusement as he continued his playful game.

Deciding to play along, you settled your phone down where he could see it, Casually scrolling through your past suitor's Instagram profile.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he noticed what you were doing, but again he maintained his composure, not wanting to break character. Instead, he reached for another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before offering it to you, silently daring you to take it.

You accepted the fruit, biting into it with a slight smirk, your eyes flickering mischievously as you continued to glance at your phone, pretending not to notice your boyfriend reaction.

His playful demeanor turning slightly more daring, even dared you to follow the guy on IG. "Go on, follow him," he teased, a hint of provocation in his voice as he held another fruit to your lips.

Without saying a word, you obediently went up to the page and hit the follow button, still maintaining your facade of indifference. As you bit into the grape he offered, you couldn't resist teasing him back just a little, sucking on his finger lightly as you took the fruit.

Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy creeping in, as he watched you follow through with his dare, despite knowing it was all just part of the game. He added more jealousy to the plate, trying to provoke a reaction from you, but all you did was continue to ignore him, adding to his frustration and amusement.

He then sense an opportunity to turn the tables, began to chatter about his old romance again, but this time it's specifically the girl before you. "You know, she and I had some great times. There was this one time we went on a trip to Hawaii, and…"

He reached for another fruit, bit into it, and then tried to feed it to you, but to his surprised you refused, subtly showing that his words were starting to get under your skin. Your lips tightened, and your eyes flickered with a hint of irritation.

Jeonghan grinned, realizing he had the upper hand now. He took the fruit back to his mouth and finished it, his eyes never leaving yours. "What's the matter?" he teased. "Is my reminiscing bothering you?"

You maintained your silence, though it was clear that his words were beginning to have an effect. The tension between you suddenly changed, and his grin widened, enjoying the shift in dynamics.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and not let his taunting get to you. Suddenly, your phone buzzed with a notification. Your past suitor had followed you back and even liked every recent solo picture you had posted not to mention he also sent you a dm asking, "How are you?"

Jeonghan, seeing the notification, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, look at that. Seems like someone's really interested in you...again," he commented, his tone laced with mock innocence.

You glanced at the message, a small smirk forming on your lips. Without looking at him, you started typing a response. Jeonghan's grin faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Well, isn't this interesting," he murmured, leaning back in his chair, watching you intently.

You continued to ignore him, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you kept your composure.

Jeonghan, determined to escalate the situation, moved out of his chair and sat right next to you, peering over your shoulder to get a better view of your chat with your past suitor.

"Let's see what you're saying, hmmmm" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Hey, I'm doing well. How about you?" he read aloud as you typed.

You could feel his breath on your neck, and it took all your willpower to maintain your cool. As you sent the message, you could sense his eyes on you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"Is he blind or just stupid?" he asked, feigning casual interest while his hand reached for another fruit from the bowl. He took a bite, then held it up to your lips, waiting to see if you'd accept it this time. "He just casually ignore some of your pictures where am in it? Am I just a fragment of you're imagination"

You glanced at the screen, seeing your past suitor's fast reply pop up. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. We should catch up soon."

Ignoring your boyfriend talk, you responded to the message with a simple, "Sure, we can catch up sometime."

Jeonghan's eyes sparkled with a mixture of jealousy and amusement as he watched you, still holding the fruit near your lips, his grin never wavering. You finally accepted the fruit he placed on your lips, taking a deliberate bite while maintaining eye contact with him.

"You know," he said, leaning in closer, "it's really fascinating how much attention you're getting. Makes me wonder if I should be worried."

You swallowed the fruit and turned your attention back to your phone, typing out a response to your past suitor without missing a beat. "So, where do you want to meet up?"

Your past suitor quickly replied, suggesting either a cafe or dinner at a restaurant. You responded, "Anywhere is good as long as we can meet."

Jeonghan, who had been silently observing the exchange, tightened his jaw but quickly regained his composure. His eyes never left you as he watched the conversation unfold with a playful smirk.

"So, what's the plan? Tomorrow, the next day or next weekend?" he asked, his tone light but curious.

You were about to respond that tomorrow sounded great when Jeonghan interjected, "You know, what if I meet up with my ex during that time too? You're well aware that she kept on texting and calling me. Right Y/N?"

Midway through typing your response, you paused, your fingers hovering over the screen. You glanced at him, who had rested his chin on his palm, a smug expression on his face. "Finally noticed me, huh?" he teased.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your phone, ignoring his comment. But he didn't let up, continuing to poke fun at the situation.

Meanwhile, your past suitor sent another message, asking for your number so he could call you tomorrow.

Your bf saw the message from your past suitor and couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. He brushed his hair back, clicking his tongue in amusement as he watched you respond swiftly, providing your number without hesitation.

Your past suitor quickly reciprocated by providing his number, but you chose to ignore it, not bothering to save it in the process. Instead, you sent a message back, saying you had saved his number for future reference.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, as he watched your interactions unfold. It was clear that despite the annoying game, both of you knew where your loyalties lay. And in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you were ultimately his.

As you continued chatting with your past suitor, it became evident that you were showing little interest in the conversation. Meanwhile, Jeonghan, your boyfriend beside you, was thoroughly enjoying himself, leaning in from time to time to share ideas or suggestions you could use to keep the conversation going.

"You could ask him about his hobbies," Jeonghan suggested, his voice low and suggestive as he leaned closer to you.

You nodded absently, not fully paying attention to his words as you felt your throat beginning to dry out. Deciding to get some water from the fridge, you started to stand up, but he stopped you, causing you to tumble and fall into his lap.

Before you could react, his hand began to roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers brushed against your lips, parting them with his thumb. Slowly, you opened your mouth as he inserted his thumb, feeling the tip against your tongue.

Your heart raced as you sucked on his thumb, swirling your tongue around it in response to his touch. Jeonghan's breath hitched slightly, a smirk forming on his lips as he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, silently encouraging you to continue.

He removed his thumb and exchanged it with his index and middle finger, your breath caught in your throat. His touch was electrifying as his fingers replaced his thumb in your mouth.

You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking on them. Jeonghan's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on yours as he watched your reaction to his touch.

Your senses were heightened as you continued to suck on his fingers, the taste of his skin sending waves of pleasure. His lips curved into another satisfied smirk as he felt your response, his fingers gently caressing your tongue as you continued to suck on them, lost in the sensation of his touch.

He then removed his fingers from your mouth and tapped your thighs, signaling you to stand up. You complied, rising to your feet. With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled down your shorts and undergarments, leaving you exposed. He moved closer, his hands firmly grasping your ass, sending a shiver through your body.

One of your hand rested on the table for support, while the other found its way to his shoulder. He then shoved the fingers you had just sucked into your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

"You got this wet just by sucking my fingers," he mocked, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to his touch. The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the circles his thumb was drawing on your clit, was overwhelming. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was impossible to hide your arousal.

Your phone began vibrating, and Jeonghan glanced at the screen, seeing an unknown number calling. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you.

"Don't answer that," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper as you moved your head back, feeling his fingers thrust deeper inside you.

Ignoring your request, this fucker answered the call, pressing the loudspeaker button as he continued to pleasure you. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle any sounds of pleasure as the voice on the other end spoke.

The guy on the phone explained that he had started calling because you had left him on read, thinking that calling was the best way to get your attention. Jeonghan waited for your response, his fingers still moving inside you.

You tried to maintain your composure, answering the guy on the phone as if nothing was happening. But as Jeonghan's movements became more intense, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation.

Him, sensing your need for more, stood up from his chair and positioned you on the edge of the table. You lay back, putting your elbows under your back as he spread your legs wide apart. He freed his cock from his shorts, aligning himself with your entrance.

With your legs on his shoulders, he deepened the penetration, his hand sliding under your back to make the experience more comfortable and extremely deep. His other hand gripped the table for support as he continued to move inside you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the guy on the phone continued the conversation, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure Jeonghan was giving you. You hummed in response to the guy's words, barely registering what he was saying.

Meanwhile, he maintained eye contact with you, his gaze unwavering as he fucked you with purpose. With each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing, drawing a low moan from your lips.

Despite the distraction of the phone call, your eyes remained locked on Jeonghan's. His movements were rhythmic and powerful, each one pushing you closer and deeper to the edge of ecstasy.

Unable to resist any longer, Jeonghan leaned his head forward, allowing you to close the distance between you and him. His lips met yours, it was a sloppy kiss.

As he pulled his lips away from yours just long enough to whisper, "Answer him," you felt a pang of annoyance at the interruption, but you complied nonetheless.

With a shaky breath, you managed to respond, "Yeah, I'm still here," your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to maintain your focus.

Jeonghan returned his lips to yours, as he continued to thrust deeper inside you, it became increasingly difficult to suppress your moans of pleasure. The intensity of his movements pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling waiting for orgasm.

Finally, with a deep groan, he reached his climax, finishing inside you. You could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he released himself, sending you both into a state of euphoria.

Gently, he removed your legs from resting on his shoulders and withdrew from you, his dick slick with your combined arousal. With a quick flick of his wrist, he took your phone, ending the call and blocking the number.

Then, without hesitation, he navigated to your Instagram and unfollowed the guy before blocking him entirely, ensuring that he would no longer be a presence in your life.

With the deed done, he turned his attention back to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he pulled you into his arms, knowing that you were his and his alone.

You nudged your head against Jeonghan's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

"The silent treatment you gave me was pretty fun," he admitted with a chuckle, running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him, squinting your eyes playfully. "Making each other jealous wasn't part of the game, though," you reminded him. "You definitely added fuel to the fire."

Jeonghan smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you did a good job of keeping your cool," he teased. "But I couldn't resist. I had to make sure you remembered who you belong to. Besides seeing you get all worked up was kind of hot."

You smirked, shaking your head slightly. "Next time, let's find a game that doesn't involve other people."

....... ≿━━━━༺JEONGHAN༻━━━━≾ ......

[mi9yuz]

BLuE !

genre. fluff, est relationship ! ~ pairing idol!mingyu x afab!reader warnings: playfully jealous? 💋. I SCREAMED MINGYU

[thedensworld]

Make All Easier | H. Js

Genre: fluff, dad au!

Summary: He always picture you and him to be a parent of daughter. So when your baby daughter was born, he already knew what to do and it makes everything easier.

Author note: Hi! I'm available to tip now, send me Jeans👖 here on ko-fi🤍

Jisoo felt a tiny hand slap his face as he was peacefully sleeping. A smile crept onto his lips even before he opened his eyes, the familiar squeals of his 10-month-old daughter echoing softly in the quiet room. As he finally blinked his eyes open, he saw her sitting upright on the bed, her chubby hands patting his chest as she babbled incoherently, demanding attention. No one was ready to play at 6:30 a.m. except for little Yuri.

Chuckling, Jisoo stretched out his arms, lifting her into the air before settling her onto his stomach. She let out a delighted squeal, her laughter filling the room like music. "Good morning, princess," he murmured, brushing her fluffy hair out of her eyes as she wiggled happily.

Last night came to mind—he remembered bringing Yuri to bed after her midnight cries echoed through the house. Both you and Jisoo had stirred awake, but before you could even swing your legs off the bed, Jisoo had already sat up, saying, "I'll handle it," in a sleepy but determined voice.

"What's wrong, Yuri?" he had asked gently as he approached her crib, her tiny face scrunched up in distress. The moment her teary eyes spotted him, her cries softened to sniffles. Jisoo picked her up, her small body melting into his chest as if that was all she needed to feel safe. After changing her diaper and preparing a bottle of formula in the dimly lit kitchen, he carried her back to bed. Yuri had quickly fallen asleep in the middle of the bed, sandwiched securely between her parents.

Now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred beside him, your voice soft and groggy. "Who's this little troublemaker..." you mumbled, squinting at Yuri as she crawled toward you.

The moment Yuri heard your voice, her babbling turned into excited squeals, and she wriggled out of Jisoo’s arms to reach you. Giggling, you scooped her up and brought her closer. "Why are you up so early, hm?" you asked, your voice playful as you nuzzled your face into her soft, round belly. Yuri's laughter erupted, a pure, joyous sound that warmed your heart.

"Why don't we all go back to sleep, baby?" you whispered, laying her down beside you and wrapping her in a warm embrace. But being an active and curious 10-month-old, Yuri had other plans. She squirmed free almost immediately, crawling over you and Jisoo with boundless energy.

Jisoo propped himself up on one elbow, watching the scene unfold with a grin. "Yuri, are you that excited already?" he teased, leaning in to tap her nose gently. She responded with more babbles, her tiny hands flailing as if trying to explain her morning enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright," Jisoo chuckled, sitting up and scooping her into his arms. "Let’s let Mom sleep a little more while we go grab some breakfast, okay?" Yuri’s eyes sparkled, as if she understood her father’s plan.

Jisoo placed Yuri gently into her highchair, securing her in place before sliding it up beside the kitchen counter. Her tiny hands smacked the tray enthusiastically, babbling as her big eyes followed his every move. Jisoo smiled at her, responding to her every sound with a soft laugh or a playful "What’s that, princess?" as he prepared her breakfast.

He pulled out a perfectly ripe avocado and sliced it while waiting for the toast to pop up from the toaster. Humming softly, he scrambled an egg for protein, plating everything neatly for Yuri. Her small squeals of excitement filled the kitchen as she watched him work.

Moments later, you emerged from the bedroom, still a bit groggy but ready to help out with breakfast. Stretching as you entered the kitchen, you smiled at the scene before you: Jisoo fussing over Yuri, who was happily babbling away in her highchair.

"Do we have any veggies, babe?" Jisoo asked, peering into the fridge as he looked for something to add to Yuri’s meal.

You joined him at the fridge, pulling out a bunch of broccoli. "I’ll steam these for you. Avocado toast?" you asked, gesturing to the stack of avocados on the counter, too sleepy to consider a more complicated breakfast option.

Jisoo laughed, catching the subtle tiredness in your voice. "Sure, babe. That works. I'll pop some bread in the toaster for us."

Your heart softened at his thoughtful offer, and you leaned in for a quick kiss. He smiled into the kiss, but before he could say anything, Yuri squealed loudly, her little arms flailing in excitement. She loved seeing her parents share affection.

"Mama! Mama!" Yuri called out, her bright voice making both of you laugh.

Jisoo turned to her with an exaggerated look of surprise. "Papa!" he said, pointing to himself and trying once again to coax her into saying his name. This wasn’t the first time he’d tried, but Yuri seemed determined to make him wait.

Yuri stared at him with a mischievous smile, her little cheeks puffing up with glee. Jisoo sighed dramatically, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. "I’m convinced she’s holding back on purpose," he said, turning back to you with a grin.

You chuckled, finishing up the eggs and setting them on the toast. "She definitely knows how to mess with you," you teased, sliding the toast onto a plate.

Jisoo propped his elbow on the counter, smirking. "Wonder where she got that attitude from," he mumbled playfully, his gaze flicking to you.

"Careful," you said with mock sternness, laughing as you pulled the steamed broccoli out and set some on Yuri’s tray. You grabbed her plate, placing it on the highchair tray in front of her. "Yuri! Let’s eat," you cooed, pushing her closer to the table.

Jisoo laughed as he followed you to the table, carrying the avocado toast you’d prepared for the two of you. Yuri wasted no time reaching for her food, her little fingers grabbing a piece of broccoli as she babbled happily.

"You want coffee?" Jisoo asked, setting your plate in front of you and leaning down slightly to meet your gaze.

"Sure, thanks," you said with a soft smile, sitting beside Yuri to help her with her breakfast.

As Jisoo brewed the coffee, he glanced back at the two of you. Watching Yuri munch on her broccoli, occasionally glancing at you for reassurance, filled him with warmth.

Jisoo glanced at you with a questioning look when you casually slid one of your toasts onto his plate. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow in mild disbelief.

"I’ve had enough," you murmured, taking a slow sip of your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

Jisoo narrowed his eyes slightly, unconvinced. In no universe could his wife, you, have possibly eaten enough already. He knew you too well—you never left food unfinished unless you physically couldn’t eat another bite.

"You sure?" he asked, picking up the toast, his tone teasing but laced with genuine curiosity.

You nodded, quickly redirecting your attention to Yuri, who was happily holding pieces of her soft toast in both hands, her cheeks puffed out as you helped her eat bits of scrambled egg in between.

Jisoo chuckled quietly, still watching you as he finished his food. The three of you remained at the dining table, savoring the cozy morning together while Yuri enjoyed her breakfast. Jisoo couldn’t help but laugh every time Yuri deliberately squished her food between her tiny fingers or smushed it against her highchair tray, giggling as though it was her way of entertaining her parents.

"No, eat it properly," you tried to warn her in your soft yet firm "mom voice," but Yuri wasn’t having it. Her giggles turned into a squeal as she continued playing with her food.

Jisoo leaned back in his chair, stealing glances at you as you sighed and relaxed against the backrest, your eyes wandering to the untouched piece of toast on your plate. He smirked knowingly. You could never leave food uneaten, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

"Eat it, babe," he said with a warm smile, his tone gentle but encouraging.

You let out another sigh, glancing at the toast before mumbling, "I think it’s time."

Jisoo raised his brows, intrigued. "Time for what?" he asked, leaning forward slightly as if to make sure he caught every word.

"Losing weight," you admitted, your tone casual yet tinged with determination. You glanced at him, waiting for his reaction.

Jisoo tilted his head, his brows furrowing slightly. "What’s wrong? You’re perfect," he said sincerely, his voice filled with genuine care.

You shrugged, grabbing a napkin to wipe Yuri’s messy mouth as she continued to babble and grin at both of you. "I know," you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s just… I think it’s time to get back on track, you know? Focus on myself a little more."

Jisoo nodded, understanding immediately. He wasn’t one to push you, but he always supported your goals, whatever they might be.

"And since Yuri’s started taking formula now," you added, glancing at your daughter, who was happily gnawing on her toast, "it feels like the perfect time to start the drill."

Jisoo’s lips curled into a soft smile as he reached across the table, placing his hand gently over yours. "Whatever you want to do, I’m with you," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "But just so you know, you’re already amazing as you are."

You smiled back, squeezing his hand lightly. "Thanks," you whispered, feeling the familiar warmth of his support wash over you.

As you gently wiped the crumbs off Yuri’s cheeks, she squirmed in her highchair, babbling excitedly. Her breakfast was a success, as evidenced by the mess she’d created on her tray. You smiled softly, brushing the bits of scrambled egg off her little hands.

Jisoo stood beside the sink, rinsing his plate, and turned his attention to you and Yuri. "Hey," he started, his tone casual but thoughtful, "if you want to hit the gym or go for a workout, I can watch Yuri for a bit."

You glanced up at him, surprised by the offer. "Really? Are you sure?" you asked, carefully unfastening Yuri’s highchair straps and lifting her into your arms.

Jisoo dried his hands on a kitchen towel and walked over to you. "Of course. You’ve been talking about getting back into a routine, and I’ve got no problem keeping an eye on her. Right, Yuri?" He gently poked her tummy, earning a delighted giggle from her.

You chuckled, adjusting Yuri on your hip. "You do realize she’s going to keep you on your toes the whole time, right?"

Jisoo chuckled, "come on, I’m her dad. I’ve got the stamina for this."

"Well, you sound confident. I might just take you up on that."

"Good," Jisoo replied, cradling Yuri in one arm while using the other to brush her hair away from her face. "But seriously, go do something for yourself. Hit the gym, take a yoga class, or even just grab a coffee and relax. I’ve got this."

You smiled at him, the weight of his offer sinking in. "Thanks, babe. I think I’ll take you up on that. I’ve been meaning to check out that new gym a few blocks away."

"If you want to do some cardio, you know I can help, right?" he teased, a playful smirk on his face as he balanced Yuri on his hip.

You turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? And what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hong?"

Jisoo’s wink was shameless, his confidence radiating as he adjusted Yuri in his arms. "I’m just saying, some activities burn just as many calories as running," he quipped, his tone dripping with humor.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the grin tugging at your lips. "Smooth," you muttered, shaking your head

Yuri, oblivious to her father’s cheeky comment, clapped her hands and let out a squeal. "Mama!" she called, pointing toward you as if demanding your attention back.

You walked back over and gently poked her cheek. "See, Yuri? This is why your dad needs babysitting too."

*

Jisoo sat cross-legged on the living room floor after preparing a snack for Yuri. He placed the plate of crackers on the coffee table and handed one to Yuri, who was perched on the couch, her tiny legs swinging and her eyes glued to the TV screen. Jisoo chuckled softly as he noticed she hadn’t even glanced at the snack.

"You really love your Uncle Jun, huh, Yuri?" he said with a smile, leaning over to press a kiss to her chubby little leg. But Yuri remained entranced, captivated by the drama featuring her Jun Uncle that they had been watching since you left for your pilates session.

With an hour and a half until you’d return, Jisoo was determined to keep his promise to you—Yuri would have a great time with him, no distractions. He still felt a twinge of guilt from the last time you left him in charge when he had dozed off on the couch. Yuri, ever the independent little explorer, had ended up playing blocks alone in her room until your voice startled Jisoo awake.

"You know, I can take her to daycare for a couple of hours," you had suggested earlier, sensing Jisoo's exhaustion. But he had been adamant about being responsible. "I’ve got this," he assured you, wanting to prove that he could handle fatherhood without shortcuts.

Now, here he was, spending quality time with Yuri in front of the TV, though he couldn’t help but notice how absorbed she was in Jun’s drama.

"Yuri, what’s so special about Uncle Jun? Is he handsome?" Jisoo asked playfully, tilting his head as he observed his little girl. To his utter surprise, Yuri nodded—actually nodded—as if she completely understood the question.

Jisoo gasped in mock betrayal. "Seriously? How about Papa? I’m handsome too, you know," he teased, his tone laced with exaggerated offense.

This time, Yuri’s focus shifted from the screen to him, her wide eyes meeting his.

"Papapapa..." she babbled, her tiny voice causing Jisoo to freeze. Did she just say "Papa"?

Jisoo’s heart nearly burst with excitement as he squatted in front of her, his face lit with anticipation. "Say it again, Yuri. Come on, say Papa!" he urged, his voice filled with hope.

But Yuri, ever the mischievous one, smiled sweetly and babbled, "Mamamama…"

Jisoo groaned dramatically, flopping backward onto the floor as Yuri giggled at his reaction. "Unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head while his daughter clapped her hands, clearly enjoying her father’s antics.

"Your Mama’s going to love this," Jisoo said with a laugh, reaching over to hand Yuri another cracker. Though she still seemed more interested in the TV, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Even if she didn’t say "Papa" again just yet, moments like these made every second of fatherhood worth it.

Yuri let out a string of happy chatter as she finished the cracker in her hand. Jisoo, feeling playful and wanting to challenge her, decided to turn the snack into a game. "Get one yourself," he said with a grin, placing another cracker on the coffee table just out of her reach.

Yuri, as if she understood the command, looked at the cracker with determination. She pushed herself up onto her feet, her tiny legs wobbling as she steadied herself. She had been practicing standing and walking for a few steps, often holding onto walls or someone’s hand for support, but she wasn’t quite walking on her own yet.

Jisoo, sensing an opportunity, gently pushed the coffee table a bit further away, encouraging her to try. "Come on, Yuri. You can do it," he coaxed, his tone full of excitement.

Yuri first dropped to her knees and crawled toward the table. As soon as she reached it, she pulled herself up, gripping the edge with her small hands. Jisoo crouched beside her, smiling mischievously. "No crawling this time," he said softly as he gently lifted her back onto her feet.

"Let’s take a step," he said, holding her steady before slowly letting go.

Yuri wobbled, her balance shaky, and she plopped back down onto her diaper with a little thud. Jisoo chuckled but didn’t give up. "Come on, baby girl. Let’s try again. You’ve got this."

With his encouragement, Yuri stood up once more. She teetered as she extended one tiny foot forward, her brows furrowed in concentration. When she managed to take her first step, Jisoo’s face lit up with pure joy. "Yes! That’s my girl!" he cheered, clapping his hands enthusiastically.

Spurred on by her dad’s encouragement, Yuri took another unsteady step, then another. Her little giggles filled the room as she reached the coffee table and grabbed the cracker she had been eyeing. She squealed in triumph, holding it up like a prize.

Jisoo let out a celebratory yell, jumping to his feet. "Yuri, you did it! You walked, baby! You actually walked!" He scooped her up, twirling her around as she laughed in delight, her tiny arms flailing.

Still holding her cracker tightly, Yuri babbled happily as if sharing her victory. Jisoo kissed her chubby cheek, his heart swelling with pride. "Mama’s going to be so proud when she hears this," he said, already imagining how excited you’d be to hear about the milestone.

Jisoo was on a roll. After Yuri's triumphant first steps, he couldn’t help himself—he had to see her do it again. He gently set her down on the floor and placed another cracker a few feet away on the coffee table. "Okay, Yuri, let’s go for round two," he said, clapping his hands in encouragement.

Yuri, still riding the high of her little victory, babbled in delight and reached for him before attempting to stand again. This time, her steps were a little more confident, though still wobbly. She managed three tiny steps before plopping down again, giggling uncontrollably at Jisoo’s over-the-top cheering.

"You’re a natural!" Jisoo laughed, scooping her up for a quick cuddle before setting her down again. "One more time, baby girl. Let’s show Mama just how much you’ve improved!"

The two of them turned the living room into a mini walking practice arena. Jisoo spaced out her favorite toys along the floor, creating little "goals" for her to reach. He moved from one end of the room to the other, encouraging her every time she stumbled or hesitated.

"Come to Papa, Yuri! You can do it!" he called, crouching down with his arms open. Yuri squealed and took a few hesitant steps toward him before collapsing into his embrace. "That’s my girl!" he exclaimed, peppering kisses all over her chubby cheeks.

As the minutes turned into nearly an hour, Jisoo didn’t even notice how much time had passed. He was so focused on helping Yuri improve that he didn’t realize the living room was now strewn with toys, crackers, and a pile of pillows he’d used to soften her landing spots.

*

Jisoo entered the practice room, holding Yuri’s hand as she walked beside him. The one-year-old Yuri was a bit shy, flinching slightly as she was greeted by the chorus of excited voices from the members who were eager to see her.

"My wife will pick her up in an hour," Jisoo informed everyone, explaining why he had to bring Yuri to the practice. However, no one really seemed to pay much attention to his words; they were all too busy fawning over the tiny celebrity of the day.

"It's been so long since I've seen her. I can't believe she’s gotten this big!" Dokyeom exclaimed, lifting Yuri into his arms as she reached out with her little hands, clearly asking to be picked up.

"This is what it feels like to be her favorite," Dokyeom grinned, flexing proudly as Yuri clung to his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Seungkwan stood off to the side, feeling wronged. Yuri had been avoiding him, and worse, she outright refused to be held by him. His pout was noticeable, but the others were too caught up in Yuri’s cuteness to notice.

"You shouldn't come to her like that, Kwan," Soonyoung teased, watching Seungkwan’s failed attempts to hold Yuri.

"Dont act like she likes you more than me," Seungkwan shot back. "We’re on the same stage here."

Just then, the door to the practice room opened, and Jun walked in. As soon as Yuri saw him, her eyes lit up, and she let out a squeal of excitement.

Jisoo sighed, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. "Yuri loves Jun. She’s watched all his dramas."

The statement caught everyone off guard, and Jun himself seemed genuinely surprised by the revelation. He quickly walked over and took Yuri from Dokyeom’s arms, and from that moment on, Yuri’s eyes never left him. Even as practice began, with music playing and choreography being rehearsed, Yuri sat on the couch, content with a snack in her tiny hands.

"Sit here while Papa works, okay?" Jisoo called gently, but Yuri didn’t even glance in his direction. Instead, she shamelessly stared up at Jun, her gaze unwavering as if she was completely captivated by him.

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone watching as Yuri refused to acknowledge Jisoo, only caring about Jun. The contrast between the two was almost too funny. Jisoo couldn't help but shake his head, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. "I guess I’ll never be her favorite," he muttered under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the others.

"Looks like Jun hyung is the real star of the show now," Dokyeom teased, and the rest of the members nodded in agreement, still entranced by Yuri's devotion to Jun.

The clock struck 10 PM, signaling that it was well past Yuri’s bedtime. You and Jisoo sat comfortably on the couch, unwinding after a long day. Jisoo had just come home from practice, and after you accompanied him during his late dinner, the two of you decided to share a can of beer. It had become a quiet ritual, a time to share stories about your days and simply enjoy each other's presence.

Jisoo leaned back on the couch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he recounted his day. “The members were so obsessed with Yuri during practice,” he said, chuckling at the memory. “No one could focus because she was there stealing the spotlight. Even Dokyeom was acting like her bodyguard.”

You smiled, imagining the scene. “I bet she loved the attention.”

“Oh, she did. But guess who she gave all her attention to?” Jisoo raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. “Jun. She only had eyes for him.” He laughed, shaking his head as if he still couldn’t believe it. “She wouldn’t even look at me. She was completely smitten.”

You laughed along with him, but his words sparked a thought. “You know,” you began, “I remember watching all of Jun’s dramas while I was pregnant with her. Could that be the reason?”

Jisoo’s brows furrowed in mock betrayal. “You watched all his dramas? You didn’t even watch my variety show!” His eyes widened as if he had just uncovered a great scandal.

You chuckled softly, trying to defend yourself. “Did I say all? Actually, not all of them. And for the record, I did watch your variety show!”

Jisoo raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “The full episodes?"

You cringed, guilt flashing across your face. “The clips,” you admitted, unable to meet his eyes.

Jisoo burst out laughing, pulling you into his arms. “Unbelievable. My own wife.” Jisoo burst out laughing, shaking his head at your guilty expression before pulling you into a warm embrace. "I know you like Jun," he teased.

Your cheeks flushed as you giggled, tightening the hug. "I mean… he’s so handsome. How could someone be that handsome?" you admitted, unable to suppress your grin.

Jisoo pulled back slightly, pouting like a child. "I’m handsome too, you know."

"You are," you reassured him with a smile, "but he’s, like, super handsome."

"Super handsome?!" Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest as if you had just wounded him. "That’s way too much to say about another man who isn’t your husband! You’re breaking my heart here!"

His over-the-top reaction had you bursting into laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you playfully swatted his arm. "Oh, stop being dramatic!"

But Jisoo only leaned back with a mock sigh, mumbling, "I can’t believe I’m losing to Jun in my own house…"

Shaking your head in amusement, you snuggled closer to him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I married you, didn’t I?"

Jisoo grinned, his pout disappearing as he kissed the top of your head. "Yeah, you did. And that’s all that matters. But if Yuri starts calling Jun 'Dad,' we’re going to have a serious talk."

*

A year and a half later, your house was once again filled with excitement when you found out you were pregnant again—this time, with a boy. Jisoo was over the moon, and Yuri, though too young to fully understand, was thrilled at the idea of being a big sister. As the weeks passed, you began to experience all the ups and downs of pregnancy again, but this time, there was a twist—your cravings weren’t food-related. Instead, you had an undeniable, almost ridiculous craving to see Jun in person.

It started innocently enough. One quiet evening as Jisoo folded Yuri’s tiny clothes, you glanced at him from the couch and casually said, “I don’t know why, but I really want to see Jun. Like, just once. Is that weird?”

Jisoo froze mid-fold, turning his head slowly like he’d misheard you. His lips curled into a smirk as he placed the neatly folded onesie on the growing pile. “So now it’s not just binge-watching his dramas, huh? You want to meet him too?”

You groaned, placing a hand on your belly. “I can’t help it, okay? It’s like… I need to see him. Maybe it’s the hormones.”

“Hormones, huh?” Jisoo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “Sure it’s not your long-brewing celebrity crush finally boiling over? Because if we’re blaming hormones, then I think Yuri was just your cover-up last time”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged with ease, laughing as he dropped onto the couch beside you, leaving Yuri’s clothes momentarily abandoned.

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m being serious here,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “I might actually cry if I don’t see him.”

Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically like you’d just confessed something scandalous. “Cry? You’d cry over another man? A man who isn’t your husband?”

“Oh, don’t start,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t understand. It’s not just about him being… you know…”

“Handsome? Perfect? Tall? Charismatic?” Jisoo listed with a grin, ticking the traits off on his fingers like he was keeping score. “Oh, I understand, trust me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Of course I am,” he shot back, still grinning. “I get to see my wife all flustered over a guy I personally know. Do you want me to get his autograph too? Or better yet, a signed poster?”

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing despite yourself. “Stop it! You’re the worst.”

Jisoo feigned offense, gasping again. “The worst? Here I am, folding clothes for our child, and you’re plotting a meeting with another man. Unbelievable.”

“Baby,” you groaned, dragging out his name. “I’m pregnant! And it’s not like I’m asking for much. I just want to see him, like… once. It’s not a crime.”

“Alright, alright,” he relented, leaning back against the couch with a teasing glint still in his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m your husband. I’ll see what I can do.”

Your eyes lit up immediately. “Really? You’ll do that for me?”

“Of course,” he said, reaching over to pull you into a side hug. “But don’t think I’ll let you gush over him in front of me. I’ll have to establish dominance as your real favorite.”

“Oh, please. You’re lucky I married you,” you teased, earning a pillow thrown back at you this time. And as laughter filled the room, you thought to yourself how you really did marry the best man after all.

You weren’t sure if he was serious, but you knew Jisoo. When he set his mind to something, he always made it happen. And, true to his word, a week later, he came home with the biggest grin on his face.

“Guess what?” he said, walking into the living room where you were lounging with Yuri.

“What?” you asked, curious but suspicious of his tone.

“I arranged for us to visit the company tomorrow. The members are practicing, and Jun will be there,” he said, casually dropping the news as if it were no big deal.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait, really? You’re serious?”

“Of course,” he said, sitting beside you and pulling you into a side hug. “Do you think I’d let my pregnant wife cry over Jun? I’m not that heartless.”

The next day, Jisoo drove you and Yuri to the company, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you entered the practice room, the members greeted you warmly, all eyes lighting up when they saw Yuri and your growing belly.

But you only had eyes for one person. There he was, standing near the mirrors, his hair slightly tousled and his warm smile directed at Yuri, who had already run toward him.

“Jun,” you said softly, feeling a little starstruck despite yourself.

Jun turned to you, his smile widening. “Oh, Y/n! It’s so good to see you again.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as Jisoo, standing beside you, tried to stifle a laugh. “Go on,” he whispered, nudging you lightly.

Jun walked over and greeted you politely, his gentle demeanor putting you at ease. He crouched slightly to address your belly. “So, this is the little one who’s been making all the fuss about meeting me?”

You burst out laughing, your nerves melting away. “Apparently. It’s all his fault,” you joked, patting your bump.

As the day went on, you couldn’t stop smiling. Watching Jun play with Yuri and talk to Jisoo like old friends felt surreal. Jisoo, for his part, seemed to enjoy watching you quietly fangirl, even sneaking a picture of you and Jun talking.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, you turned to Jisoo and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for today. It really meant a lot to me.”

Jisoo grinned, pulling you close. “Anything for you. Besides, I’m just glad you didn’t run away with Jun.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite.”

“You better mean that,” he said playfully, kissing the top of your head.

“I do,” you murmured, your voice soft with love. And with that, you drifted off to sleep, feeling incredibly grateful for your husband who always made everything easier—because he’s Jisoo, and he always could.

[hansolsticio]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “três é bom” ᯓ minwon.

— wonwoo & mingyu × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: smut. — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5538. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: sucede "dois é demais", semi-public sex, beijo triplo (meio "🏳️‍🌈"), cum eating, penetração desprotegida, creampie, objetificação, degradação, putaria desmedida, masturbação (m), menção à fisting, ciúmes & discussão. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: oi, tenho medo de vocês e vou me esconder.

"Você sozinho aqui? Cadê o Mingyu?", levantou a voz mesmo estando próxima a silhueta conhecida, mas só o bastante para superar o volume alto da música e o burburinho das vozes. Wonwoo precisou apertar os olhos por trás das lentes para te enxergar, a iluminação do lugar não era das melhores.

"A gente não nasceu grudado sabia?", rebateu, mas não cumpriu o propósito. Mingyu foi pontual ao que apareceu distante com um sorriso enorme, a cena digna de uma sitcom que usa a quebra de expectativa como artifício de humor.

"Tem alguém vindo ali que diz o contrário", indicou com a cabeça, um risinho vitorioso despontando nos lábios. O Kim te envolveu num abraço de urso assim que pôde, quase te levantando do chão — fazia pouco mais de uma semana que não se viam pessoalmente, a saudade possuía explicação.

Deram início a uma conversa casual demais. Como um roteiro que precisava ser cumprido. Wonwoo mal participou, limitando-se a fazer comentários pontuais e tragar a latinha de cerveja que você esporadicamente pegava da mão dele para experimentar. O ambiente era barulhento, mas nada que justificasse a proximidade exagerada que Mingyu usava para falar pertinho de você — o movimento sempre acompanhava a mão firme na sua cintura e um beijinho disfarçado atrás da orelha. Ele deixava bem claro o que queria de você, o que estava pedindo... bastava que você resolvesse aceitar.

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Suas fugidinhas com Mingyu já eram costumeiras, porém era a primeira vez que isso acontecia com a presença de Wonwoo. Ter um par de corpos grandes rodeando o seu num local onde alguém poderia entrar a qualquer momento não deveria soar tão excitante assim — mas parecia uma delícia, você não conseguia negar. Não se deu espaço para arrepender-se da decisão, não quando já arrastava os dois homens até uma salinha escondida mais ao fundo do prédio.

Nada era executado sem planejamento, você era esperta demais para isso. Sabia que o open bar com tempo limitado iria manter as pessoas presas ao salão principal por tempo o bastante — o suficiente para você se divertir com os dois. Wonwoo, no entanto, parecia receoso. Demorou-se na porta, assistindo o jeito obsceno que você e Mingyu se agarravam.

O corpo grande te guiou até o sofá meio antigo no fundo do cômodo, encurralando-te entre as próprias pernas, quase subindo em cima de você. Mamava sua língua de um jeito ruidoso quando alcançou suas pernas, enfiando as mãos por baixo da sua saia para livrar-se da calcinha fininha.

"Pra quê tanta pressa?", questionou risonha, ainda que levantasse as perninhas para ajudar.

"Vou acabar tirando de qualquer jeito.", Mingyu passou o tecido pelas suas pernas, colocando-o dentro do bolso. "Ou você acha que vai precisar dela?", a pergunta era retórica e, justamente por isso, você não se deu ao trabalho de oferecer resposta. Empurrou-o sem muita força só para incitá-lo a sentar do seu lado. Mingyu se jogou no móvel com uma risadinha, penteando o cabelo para trás com os dedos.

Você finalmente concedeu sua atenção a Wonwoo, olhando-o por baixo dos cílios num convite silencioso. O acanhamento ainda era nítido quando ele se aproximou, mas sumiu no momento em que você o envolveu num ósculo lentinho, deixando ele tomar as rédeas assim que relaxou — Wonwoo precisava fazer você se submeter para se sentir "em casa". O outro homem não aguentou só assistir por muito tempo, aproveitando-se da distração para brincar com você.

O beijo sedento e os dois pares de mãos pelo seu corpo normalmente eram suficientes para desligar o seu cérebro, no entanto despertou do êxtase com uma série de estalinhos molhados que encheram sua audição e foi rápida em assimilar que eles não eram resultado do beijo que você e Wonwoo compartilhavam. Entreabriu os olhos para ser capaz de vislumbrar a maneira faminta com a qual Mingyu sorvia e beijava a pele do homem mais velho. Os caninos característicos se arrastavam pelo pescoço de Wonwoo com gana e, ainda assim, ele fazia questão de manter as mãos nos seus seios, tentando livrá-los da camiseta decotada o máximo possível.

Wonwoo apertava sua cintura com mais força a cada chupão que ganhava — saber que a função por trás disso era evitar a si mesmo de gemer te fazia querer rir. Você usou a canhota para forçar a cabeça do Kim no local, divertindo-se com a bagunça gostosa que ele estava fazendo no outro homem. Abriu mais as pernas, levando a destra ao meio delas para consolar a bucetinha gulosa como podia. Seus gemidinhos logo conquistaram a atenção de Wonwoo, que cobriu sua mão com a dele para fazer mais pressão e de Mingyu, que largou o pescoço dele só para tentar se enfiar no meio do beijo de vocês dois.

A partir daqui a coisa se tornou um borrão prazeroso demais. Deixou que o mais velho cuidasse do lugarzinho que pulsava no meio das suas pernas por conta própria, focada em dar atenção às duas bocas ao mesmo tempo. Chupava o lábio inferior de Wonwoo enquanto sentia Mingyu pedir passagem com a língua no outro cantinho da sua boca. Os homens espelhavam os movimentos um do outro sempre que você trocava de lado, parecia sincronizado. A bagunça de saliva, arfares, chupões e mordidinhas estava arruinando o seu cérebro.

Era imoral em todos os detalhes, desde as mãos que tocavam seu corpo sem pudor até o jeito obsceno que eles forçavam as ereções contra qualquer parte da sua pele que estivesse ao alcance. Afastou-se para gemer quando Wonwoo espremeu seu pontinho entre os dedos, se deliciando com o beijo afoito que eles compartilharam por uns bons segundos. Mingyu parecia ser o mais afetado, buscando por qualquer estímulo que o livrasse da necessidade fodida de transar 'pra caralho, de foder até ficar molinho.

Você se compadeceu com o desespero, puxando-o pelo pescoço para tomar a boca num beijo quente. Ele só acatou a ordem silenciosa sem reclamar, pouco se importava e mal sabia quem estava beijando ou que corpo estava tocando — só precisava de alguém. Era seu cachorrinho favorito afinal, te trazia prazer em satisfazê-lo, pois sempre era muito solícito na hora de retribuir o favor. O gemido dengoso que o Kim deixou escapar na sua boca pareceu fazer Wonwoo ficar possesso.

Praticamente arrancou o homem dos seus lábios com um puxão de cabelo totalmente desmedido. Mingyu se deixou levar sem mostrar resistência, um sorriso dolorido enfeitando a boca. Aceitou de bom grado quando que foi forçado até os seus peitos, abocanhando um dos biquinhos no momento que ficou perto o suficiente. Você assistiu à cena totalmente estática. As expressões de Wonwoo eram grosseiras, até mesmo assim que conseguiu o que tanto queria: ter sua boca de volta só para ele.

"Ciúmes?", questionou quase dentro da boca dele, um sorriso irônico enfeitando seus lábios.

"Não enche o saco.", te apertou em repreensão. Moldou o seu corpo até que te tivesse totalmente de frente para ele, o beijo ciumento não era interrompido nem para respirar — já que vocês arfavam descompassadamente dentro dos lábios um do outro. Mingyu aproveitou-se da posição para se colocar atrás de você numa conchinha improvisada, corria as mãos por cada pedaço de pele que encontrava, maltratando o seu pescoço com avidez.

Afastou-se de Wonwoo de repente, a cabeça caindo para frente em deleite com a maneira quente que Mingyu sabia cuidar do seu corpo. Apertou a mão que circulava o seu pescoço algumas vezes, como um sinal silencioso. Ele entendia sua pressa, precisavam dar jeito na situação de vocês o mais rápido possível — o local ainda era totalmente arriscado. O Kim livrou a própria extensão de dentro das roupas meio descuidado, cessando a atenção que dava ao seu corpo por não ser capaz de fazer muita coisa ao mesmo tempo.

"E se alguém aparecer?", Wonwoo soou preocupado demais para alguém que estava quase te comendo ali mesmo a poucos segundos. Você entreabriu os lábios, mas Mingyu respondeu no seu lugar:

"Você acha que ela liga?", o Kim sorriu de canto, voltando a correr a língua pela sua pele. Você subiu a sainha apertada o quanto pôde, enrolando o tecido nos seus quadris. Agora totalmente exposta se insinuou para Mingyu que soube exatamente o que você queria quando te sentiu rebolar contra a ereção atrás do seu corpo. Sorriu arteiro, especialmente pelo seu jeitinho sonso de sequer dirigir o olhar a ele.

"Deixa ele te comer primeiro, amor...", suplicou baixinho, a boca resvalando contra a sua orelha. "Quero te foder com a porra dele dentro.", você riu com a proposta totalmente obscena. Wonwoo franziu a testa já que claramente não era capaz de ouvir o diálogo de vocês.

"Você é maluco.", brincou, negando com a cabeça.

"Só com vocês dois.", deu para sentir o sorriso contra a sua nuca, Mingyu era inacreditável. "Foi tão gostoso daquela vez. Deixa vai...", suplicou baixinho mais uma vez, era muito insistente.

"Não, Gyu..."

"Você fica uma delícia quando 'tá toda abertinha 'pra mim. Sei que 'cê gosta.", deixou um beijo molhado no seu pescoço na tentativa de te seduzir com a ideia, porém você já havia firmado exatamente como queria que as coisas acontecessem.

"Mas o Wonnie 'tá de castigo.", constatou em alto e bom som, os olhos não deixando às expressões de Wonwoo nem por um segundo sequer. "Ficou me ignorando uns dias atrás.", relembrou só para assistí-lo quase revirar os olhos em irritação.

"Foi, amor?", fingiu compadecimento, mas já estava ocupado demais em apalpar seu corpo como bem queria.

"Uhum.", concordou. "Todo sonso pra cima de umazinha lá do trabalho dele, Gyu. Nem quis me beijar quando eu pedi.", acrescentou à farsa, um bico penoso enfeitando os lábios.

"Já falei que tudo tem limite. Não vou te comer no escritório.", o semblante esnobe já era típico do homem — especialmente por não ser grande fã das ocasiões onde você usava Mingyu para provocá-lo.

"Só tinha você na sala.", rebateu.

"Não vou arriscar ser demitido só porque uma puta pervertida não sabe se controlar."

Você não sabe como as coisas se agravaram, mas se irritou com Wonwoo rápido demais. Tinha sim muito tesão no jeitinho autoritário, mas até para isso tinha limite e ele se iniciava no segundo em que ele agia de maneira tão prepotente, como se fosse seu dono.

"Vai se foder então, escroto do caralho.", a ofensa foi proferida com mais força que o necessário, sentia-se muito contrariada.

"Você 'tá querendo que eu encha esse rabo de tapa na frente de todo mundo isso sim.", a expressão irritantemente neutra permanecia lá, Wonwoo começava a te trazer memórias de algo que você não estava a fim de reviver, irritou-se mais ainda.

"Só se for na sua imaginação. Hoje você não põe a mão em mim.", esbravejou, nem sentia mais os toques de Mingyu pelo seu corpo e isso não passou despercebido. O homem mais novo se viu na obrigação de interferir:

"Cacete, quando que 'cês vão parar de brigar, hein?! Já deu."

"E desde quando você decide alguma coisa?", Wonwoo cortou uma resposta que você nem sabia como iria dar, mas Mingyu não se sentiu nada intimidado.

"Desde agora. 'Tô querendo foder, mas fica complicado com essa palhaçada.", reclamou. Era muito incomum ouvi-lo se exaltar dessa maneira, você admite que estava surpresa.

"O Wonwoo não vai transar com a gente.", recobrou a postura, se ele queria agir com tanta superioridade você também iria mostrar que conseguia.

"Por quê?", riu de canto, ainda esnobe.

"Porque eu não quero.", você deu de ombros. "E se ainda quiser qualquer coisa comigo vai ser só quando eu disser que pode.", finalizou a resposta, assistindo esfregar os olhos por baixo dos óculos em descrença.

"Você 'tá maluca... virou comediante foi?", a entonação era claramente insultante.

"Se continuar agindo desse jeito eu nunca mais toco nesse teu pau estúpido.", tentou não demonstrar reação alguma.

"Tão estúpido que te faz chorar de tanto gozar, não é, putinha? Se enxerga, porra.", correu os olhos pelo seu corpo de cima a baixo, lambendo os lábios de maneira insolente.

"Isso eu consigo fazer dando pro Mingyu.", apelou para os ciúmes e soube imediatamente que conseguiria colocá-lo no lugar dele assim que viu os olhos masculinos escurecendo. "Tá achando que é o único aqui, Wonnie?", fez pirraça com o apelidinho doce. "Você que não consegue mais largar de mim, hm? Fica duro só com a minha voz.", mordeu um sorriso safado vendo a expressão dele se agravar. Wonwoo sabia exatamente ao que você estava se referindo e odiava cada segundo disso.

"_____.", veio em tom de advertência. "Cala a porra dessa boca ou eu faço você se arrepender.", murmurou, deixando claro que aquilo deveria ser só entre você e ele. No entanto, você nunca foi grande fã de seguir comandos:

"Pra quem você vai ligar quando quiser bater uma escondido no banheiro do escritório, Wonnie?", passou por cima do comando sem hesitar, o rosto completamente vermelho era divertido demais. "Ele gozou tão gostoso 'pra mim nesse dia, Gyu... você devia ter escutado."

"Cansei dessa merda.", cuspiu as palavras, o semblante irritado parecia no limite. Fez menção de se levantar.

"Senta."

"Quê?"

"Você me ouviu.", rebateu de imediato, quase cortando a voz masculina. "Mingyu me fode agora.", ordenou sem olhar para trás, vidrada na expressão do Jeon. "E se você levantar daí eu juro por tudo que nunca mais olho na tua cara, Wonwoo.", a ameaça fez ele estremecer. Poderia só dispensá-lo, mas queria dar um jeito no comportamento do homem por conta própria — para isso, usando a estratégia quase cômica de uma "terapia por exposição" que só existia na sua cabeça. Você sabia que, se Wonwoo fosse inteligente, ele não arriscaria passar por cima de uma ordem tão direta. E foi o que ele fez, bufou totalmente contrariado, mas não se moveu mais.

Mingyu acatou a ordem com certa cautela, pois a energia do ambiente havia pesado — ainda que o tesão estivesse queimando do mesmo jeito. Enfiou dois dedos na própria boca, deixando a saliva escorrer abundante pelos dígitos. Levou-os até seu íntimo só para constatar que nem precisava de tudo isso, você já havia se melado inteirinha — o interior das suas coxas estava uma bagunça.

Brincou com o melzinho quente, espalhando-o pelas suas dobrinhas uma a uma. Socou dois dedos no canal apertado sem dificuldade, estocando ali algumas vezes só para ter noção de como ele reagiria quando recebesse algo maior. O ruído molhado que cada movimento, por menor que fosse, estava produzindo era quase embaraçoso. Colocou um terceiro dígito, selando sua bochecha quando você resmungou meio incomodada — Mingyu tinha uma mão muito grossa. Forçou os três até a base com lentidão, sua cinturinha tremelicou.

"Shhhhh, acostuma.", sussurrou na sua orelha, mas não foi suficiente para te fazer parar de choramingar. "Quer que eu coloque minha mão inteira, amor? Aposto que 'cê vai amar ficar cheinha de mim.", você arrepiou, ainda que tenha rejeitado a proposta com uma reclamação meio embolada. Era uma sugestão que já pairava sua cabeça por tempo demais: Mingyu socando os cinco dedos na sua buceta, abusando dela bem gostosinho. Tanto que abriu mais as perninhas como se quisesse colocar mais dos dedos dentro de si, rebolou sedenta embriagada com o quão deliciosa a maldita ideia soava às vezes.

Porra, se você aguentava três dedinhos também era capaz de aguentar só mais dois, não era? Deveria ser tão bom sentar na mão grossa, deve machucar tão gostoso e... nem sabe quando entrou nessa espiral de pensamentos, porém já estava gemendo tão alto e gostoso só de pensar nisso que Mingyu precisou cobrir sua boca com a outra mão. O mais novo ria baixinho e meio sacana, enchendo seu ombro de beijinhos. Nunca se cansava do quão burra de tesão você ficava com a mera menção à prática. Divertia-se com isso desde que casualmente descobriu seu tesão em fisting — nunca mais te deixou em paz com isso.

Surpreendeu a vocês dois quando Wonwoo abriu a própria calça sem pudor algum, tirando o pau de dentro da cueca. Você e o homem mais novo compartilharam um sorriso safado e sequer se deram conta disso. Não era comum que o Wonwoo se rendesse à punheta quando fodia com vocês, nunca fazia. Mas, porra, não havia como controlar. Você e Mingyu eram um tesão quando estavam juntos. Ele estava excitado 'pra caralho e ter noção do fato te fez rebolar forte nos dedos de Mingyu.

Wonwoo cuspiu na palma da própria mão, levando a saliva grossa e viscosa até a glande avermelhada. Espalhou o líquido sem capricho algum, meio desajeitado. Masturbou a base, arrastou a palma até as bolas pesadas só para molhar elas também. Sua boca salivou vendo o caralho extenso guinar, parecia tão cheio... pena que nenhuma gotinha daquilo seria sua — ele não havia feito por merecer.

Mingyu prendeu o lábio inferior embaixo de um dos caninos, a mente acendendo com uma idea que provavelmente traria consequências para ele depois. Era raro que provocasse Wonwoo e sempre que fazia se arrependia, o Jeon não era de levar desaforo para casa — e, curiosamente, eles dois dividiam a mesma casa. O mais novo te deixou vazia num movimento rápido, mas agarrou o próprio pau tão ligeiro quanto, esfregando a extensão entre os lábios da bucetinha. Espelhava a velocidade exata de Wonwoo sem tirar os olhos dos dele, queria deixar claro que estava brincando com algo que ele não podia ter no momento.

Você estava embriagada de tesão ao ponto de não ser capaz de reclamar do vazio repentino, tentando buscar o máximo de estímulo que podia quando a cabecinha gorda roçava no seu clitóris. Acompanhava o ritmo gostoso da punheta de Wonwoo com os olhos, ele parecia meio desesperado e sua boca enchia d'água assistindo o caralho avermelhado expulsando pré-porra na pontinha. Mingyu cessou mais um estímulo e você quis reclamar, mas a repreensão ficou presa na garganta quando sentiu-o usar os dedos para abrir sua bucetinha — até colocou uma das pernas em volta da sua para impedir que você as fechasse.

"Porra, Wonwoo. Olha essa buceta... 'tá gostosa 'pra cacete, pedindo porra.", provocou, os dedos desajeitados esticavam o canalzinho o quanto podiam. Seu rosto ardeu em algo que estava longe ser vergonha. O tesão ferrado em ser exibida como se fosse a porra de um objeto te fez pulsar, liberando o melzinho espesso aos montes. "Melada 'pra caralho. Só 'pra mim... 'tá vendo ela escorrer no meu pau inteirinho?", soltou as dobrinhas, usando a mão para surrar a glande contra o buraquinho.

Wonwoo franziu as sobrancelhas por trás das lentes, era ineficiente demais em mostrar-se impassível, descontando a raiva na extensão avermelhada — socava sem dó contra as próprias bolas, enchendo o ambiente de uma sequência ruidosa e meio molhada.

"É a porra de uma puta fácil. Fica melada por qualquer coisa. Você não é especial.", resmungou, atravessando as orbes de Mingyu com os olhos dele. Detestava ser alvo de provocação, especialmente se o autor fosse o homem mais novo. Porém, já havia sido colocado na linha por você e não arriscaria a oportunidade mais próxima que ele tinha de ter prazer contigo.

"Não precisa ficar assim, Wonnie.", Gyu adoçou a voz no apelidinho, zombando de propósito. "Se 'cê for bonzinho pode ser que ela te deixe foder essa bucetinha...", o conforto dissimulado foi proferido dentro do sorrisinho arteiro. Eles agiam e conversavam como se você sequer estivesse ali e isso estava fazendo sua mente pervertida rodar — se sentir um briquedinho cuja a única função era masturbar piroca estava soando mais gostoso do que deveria, você acha que nunca quis tanto gozar. Mingyu se forçou para dentro do canalzinho apertado outra vez, deleitando-se com o suspiro manhoso que você deixou escapar. "Vou fazer questão de deixar arrombadinha 'pra você, tá bom?", o tom insolente surtiu efeito no seu corpo sensível, os pelos se eriçaram. Ondulou o quadril na tentativa de se estimular, totalmente desajeitada.

"Se fode, filho da puta.", Wonwoo rosnou entredentes, estocando dentro do punho apertado num movimento involuntário.

"Gyu, não para.", você choramingou, aninhando-se mais ao corpo grande atrás do seu. "Eu preciso gozar...", apertou as unhas nas mãos que estavam fincadas na sua cintura incentivando ele a mover seu corpo.

"É, amor? Desculpa.", usou um beijinho na sua cabeça para se redimir. Os braços trabalhando para voltar a te foder como se não pesasse nada. Subia e descia com sua cintura entre as mãos, desde a cabecinha até a base mais grossa, aproveitava-se do quão molhado o canalzinho estava — aceitava ele inteirinho sem tentar expulsar, se esticando e espasmando quando voltava a ficar vazio. "Pronto, pronto, vida."

Você engasgou um gemido desnorteado, as mãozinhas buscaram algo para segurar, mas nada podia ser feito para te livrar da sensação pungente. Agonizava em prazer, quase babava de tesão, pois não havia jeito de fugir do caralho gordo te abrindo sem dificuldade alguma. Ficava tão cheia que nunca era capaz de lidar, Mingyu preenchia seu corpo inteirinho, porra, te entupia. A promessa de te entregar arrombadinha 'pra Wonwoo não era blefe, nunca seria.

Pressionava os olhos fechadinhos em deleite. Ansiava exatamente por isso, poderia morrer para se sentir assim o tempo inteiro. Ansiava por ficar tão bobinha de prazer ao ponto de não conseguir controlar a boca, pela incapacidade de segurar a porra dele dentro de você porque o buraquinho judiado não conseguia parar de contrair depois de tanto ser usado.

Curiosamente, a cabecinha vazia parecia escolher funcionar quando o assunto era tirar Wonwoo do sério, pois foi a primeira coisa na qual conseguiu pensar assim que os olhinhos se abriram com muita dificuldade. O Jeon parecia tão fodido quanto você, a boca entreaberta deixava grunhidos graves escaparem enquanto ele arruinava o próprio pau na mesma velocidade que Mingyu fazia contigo — intencionalmente agindo como se fosse ele no meio das suas pernas.

"Nonu, tá tão... gostoso...", a voz vibrava junto com o sobe-e-desce das estocadas, o timbre dengosinho tirou os dois homens do eixo por meio segundo. "Queria dar 'pra você também, porra, queria...", confessou, deleitando-se com a maneira que ele precisou apertar a glande contra a palma da mão para se impedir de gozar com a sua vozinha manhosa. "Ao mesmo tempo, Wonnie. Eu- droga, Gyu...", as estocadas de Mingyu se tornaram erráticas. Você quis chorar quando ele cessou o movimento com a sua cintura — tava 'pra gozar, droga, Mingyu não podia parar... não podia.

"Shhhhh, rebola um pouquinho 'pra mim.", pediu num fio de voz, incentivando você a se esfregar contra a extensão que agora descansava por completo dentro da sua bucetinha.

"Você nem aguenta, porra. Chora por tudo.", Wonwoo te repreende sem muito efeito, aperta o vinco entre as sobrancelhas embriagado com seu jeito devasso de buscar por mais prazer, rebolando como se dependesse disso para respirar. Sentia que ia perder a cabeça, deveria ser ele ali. Você deveria estar usando o pau dele 'pra se satisfazer, não o de outra pessoa.

"Aguento. Eu aguento sim.", refuta com dengo, era teimosa demais. "Queria o Gyu-", engole um soluço esganiçado quando a piroca babona se esfrega num lugarzinho especial dentro de você. "O Gyu comendo minha bucetinha bem gostoso e você- Ah! Porra, fode, fode...", sequer consegue terminar, pois Mingyu se cansa da lentidão das reboladas rápido demais e agarra sua cintura para voltar a te foder no caralho pesado por conta própria.

Seu corpo amolece inteirinho, agora sente fazer pressão bem rapidinho, muito mais forte. Delícia, cacete, uma delícia. Fraquinha, não aguenta ficar na borda — sente que vai se molhar toda de tanto tesão. Umedece os dedinhos dentro da boca, levando-os ao seu clitóris para fazer um carinho desesperado.

"Wonwoo, eu vou gozar... me fode, por favor...", o estômago se aperta com o prazer, perde totalmente a noção. Os dois sabem muito bem que você é depravada ao ponto de gemer por um enquanto goza no pau do outro e ninguém ali se importa — na verdade, morrem de tesão pelo seu jeitinho obsceno. "Mete na sua putinha, Wonnie, eu-", sente vontade de implorar por todo tipo de coisa suja, mas é impedida pela boca de Wonwoo na sua.

Totalmente afoito, arfa contra a cavidade quente, babando ela inteirinha. Você não está diferente dele, os dedinhos aceleram, tocando uma bem gostosa para o beijo sujinho. Sequer conseguem manter o contato estável, porque Mingyu ainda te usa como um cachorrinho desesperado. O frenesi alucinante parece envolver vocês três ao mesmo tempo numa dança desordenada. Você é a primeira a vir, apertando os olhinhos por se sentir estimulada demais — o canalzinho está até meio dormente quando espasma em volta de Mingyu. Quase grita contra a boca do homem mais velho que faz de tudo para engolir os sons desesperados.

Wonwoo não é imune ao seu jeitinho manhoso quando goza. Esfola o caralho sensível entre os dedos com mais força ainda, grunhindo dolorido enquanto sente a porra vir. Esporra forte, o esperma cobrindo o próprio punho com abundância. Já Mingyu é o último a gozar, vem logo depois. Falhamente abafando os chorinhos quebrados contra o seu cabelo. Mesmo sensível não consegue parar de foder, ainda que mais lentinho, fazendo a porra consistente se tornar uma espuma pegajosa — deixando sua bucetinha inteira lambuzada.

Voltar ao normal é tarefa complicada. Sua cabecinha não funciona bem sentindo Wonwoo ainda lambendo sua boquinha enquanto se esforça para parar de ofegar. Sente-se muito mais incapaz com o jeitinho que Gyu ainda fode a bucetinha dolorida bem devagar — só porque quer assistir o caralho ficando cada vez mais melado.

Porra, transar com esses dois sempre era pura insanidade e olha que nem haviam feito do jeitinho que gostavam — uma sessão longa, fazendo de todos os jeitos possíveis até cansar.

Cessam os carinhos, compartilhando sorrisinhos cúmplices ao que percebem a bagunça que fizeram. Os três pares de olhos logo assistem atentos quando seus dedos alcançam o pau de Wonwoo. Havia ali uma meia ereção, porém o que te interessava, na verdade, era o esperma viscoso que continuava a escorrer pela extensão. Recolheu o que pôde com os dedos, fazendo menção de levar à própria boca só para mudar de ideia no meio do caminho. Colocou os dígitos na altura do rosto de Mingyu que sorveu o líquido dos seus dedos sem tirar os olhos do homem mais velho — Wonwoo sequer piscava, todo dia tinha o (des)prazer de descobrir mais alguma esquisitice no catálogo de vocês dois.

"Vocês são nojentos.", forçou um semblante de desprezo que fez você e Mingyu darem risada — os três ali sabiam que Wonwoo iria gozar 'pra caralho pensando nessa mesma cena que tanto fingia desgostar.

Você se inclinou, puxando Mingyu para compartilhar um beijo pintado pelo gosto amargo de porra e mais um sorrisinho degenerado. Faziam as línguas se encontrarem fora da boca, grunhiam ruidosamente, tinham prazer em dar todo tipo de showzinho possível para Wonwoo. As mãos grandes serpentearam pelo seu corpo, agarrando seus peitinhos com firmeza — forçando sua pele contra a dele. Mingyu finalmente se retirou de dentro de você, roçando a extensão na parte de fora em meio a reboladinhas tímidas.

Era estranho se sentir vazia depois de ter ficado tão abertinha, você precisou pressionar a bucetinha com a palma da mão para se consolar. Não conseguiam cessar a necessidade de se contorcerem contra o corpo um do outro, ainda bêbados com com a atmosfera excitante pós-foda. Mingyu levou a boca ao seu pescoço, sorvendo e lambendo a pele sensível numa lentidão nada característica.

"Hmm, sem marcar, Gyu.", repreendeu, porém ganhou uma mordida forte como resposta. Precisou apertar o braço dele produzindo um sonzinho esganiçado. "É sério. Você vai estragar meu encontro."

"Encontro?", ele parou todos os movimentos se afastando um pouco para questionar.

"Uhum... marquei de sair com um cara da facul.", aproveitou para massagear a pele que pulsava no local da mordida.

"Que cara?", foi a vez de Wonwoo questionar.

"Hansol."

"O de jornalismo?", Mingyu indagou. Você franziu a testa, não esperava que ele fosse conhecido de algum deles — bem, de Mingyu poderia se esperar tudo, ele rodava aquela universidade inteira como se fosse proprietário dela.

"Cê conhece?"

"Já falei com ele algumas vezes.", Mingyu deu de ombros, esticando-se para enfiar a mão no bolso. "Ele é legalzinho até.", retornou do movimento com a sua calcinha entre os dedos balançando a peça na frente do seu rosto. Riu sapeca quando você a tomou num puxão rápido, foi sua vez de se esticar como pôde, mas a intenção era acertar um tapinha no homem atrás de você.

"Você pretende ficar com ele?", o timbre neutro de Wonwoo interrompeu a pirraça entre vocês.

"Não sei...", foi sua vez de dar de ombros. "Não seria a primeira vez de qualquer forma."

"E eu só fico sabendo disso agora?", ele soou mais firme — quase territorial. A mudança de postura não te agradou em nada, já vinha se estranhando com Wonwoo faz um tempo.

"Desde quando eu tenho que te dar satisfação? É cada uma...", o seu tom também não foi nada amigável, a pergunta audaciosa te fez soltar um risinho sarcástico. Wonwoo empurrou a língua contra a bochecha, suspirando afobado ao que terminava de arrumar a própria calça.

"Seu joguinho acabou, não foi?", referiu-se à ordem de deixá-o sentado ali. "Tô saindo.", levantou apressado, pisando em passos pesados quando deixou o cômodo sem olhar para trás, claramente fazendo questão de bater a porta com força. Você e Mingyu assistiram tudo em total silêncio, trocando um olhar confuso quando se viram sozinhos.

"O que deu nele?", ainda encarava a saída do cômodo quando questionou, esperando que Mingyu constatasse o óbvio:

"Ele sente ciúmes de você, _____.", porém o óbvio te incomodava.

"Disso eu sei, mas o que rola aqui é só um lance e ele sabe disso."

"É. Mas desde que a gente começou a ficar, ele talvez tenha considerado a possibilidade de ser exclusivo, sabe? Só nós três.", atropelou tanto as palavras que te levou um tempo para assimilar o que ele havia dito.

"Talvez?", questionou com sarcasmo.

"Nós conversamos depois do que rolou naquele dia.", aqui Mingyu seguiu cauteloso, não esperava boas reações da sua parte — e ele acertou:

"Engraçado que eu não lembro de ter sido incluída nessa conversa.", observou. Afastou-se já vestindo sua calcinha de uma maneira meio afobada, mas sem se levantar do sofá.

"Você sabe como ele é, _____. Só se fecha e acabou. Já foi um inferno fazer ele falar comigo sobre isso.", Mingyu resmungou, ponderava se te ajudava a colocar suas roupas no lugar, porém isso dependia unicamente do seu nível de estresse.

"Okay. Então diz 'pra ele que se for ficar de birra toda vez que eu pegar alguém, ele vai enlouquecer.", colocou a saia no lugar. "Não sosseguei contigo e não vai ser com ele que vou sossegar.", fez o mesmo com a camiseta, ajustando os seus seios dentro da peça — quase rasgando-a, diga-se de passagem.

"Você ficou realmente puta com isso? Nunca te vi agir desse jeito..."

"Detesto que fiquem querendo colocar limite no que eu faço, Mingyu. Você sabe.", suspirou, contendo o ímpeto de esbravejar. Em partes, sabia que a situação com Wonwoo não era exatamente culpa do Kim. "Se ele me quiser mansinha de novo é bom aceitar logo que não vai mandar em mim."

"Então diz isso 'pra ele você mesma.", meneou a cabeça, como quem havia acabado de dar uma solução incontestável ao dilema.

"Você acabou de me dizer que ele se fecha."

"Sim. Só que-

"Ai Kim Mingyu.", interrompeu. "Não vim aqui 'pra ter DR. Não sou namorada de ninguém. Encerra o assunto.", enfureceu-se enfim, não ia conseguir segurar por tanto tempo assim. Era adulta e totalmente livre, a última coisa que queria era um homem achando que pode controlar seus passos.

"Deixa eu explicar pelo menos?", fez-se de coitado, nunca tinha posição favorável em discussões contigo — você nunca permitia.

"Não.", cortou, já dando por fé da carinha de cachorro que caiu da mudança que ele parecia adorar sustentar nesses momentos. "E sem fazer bico, bebezão."

"Tá...", o homem bufou impaciente, ficando em silêncio por um bom recorte de tempo. "Será que o Hansol já chegou?", deu novo rumo a conversa, não queria ficar brigado contigo — já bastava que Wonwoo estivesse.

"Marquei com ele só amanhã. Tava prevendo que ia acabar encontrando com um de vocês aqui... e acabei encontrando os dois.", a explicação fez Mingyu te olhar meio torto.

"Desde quando você tem essa precaução toda? Tô acostumado a levar perdido seu já.", ia cruzar as pernas para assumir uma posição de julgamento, mas lembrou que ainda estava com o pau fora da calça no meio do percurso e você não conseguiu segurar o riso assistindo-o colocá-lo dentro da peça.

"Você não ia sossegar até conseguir me comer, acha que não te conheço?"

"Um homem não pode sentir saudades?", agora sim, cruzou as pernas. "Mal anda lá em casa ultimamente...", fez carinho no seu cabelo já que finalmente tinha sua versão bem humorada de volta.

"É que preciso reunir mais energia que o normal agora.", explicou, buscando por mais do carinho de Mingyu ao que inclinou a cabeça. "Dois é demais, sabia?"

— 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀²: sim, é o hansol de "brat" (surtei e meti o crossover do nada, quem gostou? não respondam).

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Precious Paws: Cats And Cuddles

Synopsis: Wonwoo is a possessive kitty who can’t stand it when you smell like anyone else but him. That’s why it’s so important for him to cling to you the moment you walk through the door.

Pairing: black cat hybrid!Wonwoo x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, hybrid au, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 798

Warnings: showering together (but nothing sexual happens!), lemme know if I missed anything!

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Padded footsteps echo through the apartment as soon as you step inside after a long day at work. A small smile tugs at your lips—you already know who it is. Sure enough, Wonwoo, your black cat hybrid, appears. His soft, black ears perk up at the sight of you, and he quickly scuttles over, only to pause right in front of you. He sniffs the air, his nose twitching, before letting out a sharp hiss.

"You smell like other humans," he snarls.

"Nonu, I just got back from work. Of course, I smell like other humans," you chuckle, amused by the routine. This is a conversation you’ve had countless times before.

"But I don’t like it," he huffs, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t like it when you smell like anyone else but me.”

Before you can respond, he wraps his arms around you tightly, nuzzling into your neck to rub his scent all over you. You laugh softly, your hands coming up to embrace him as you let him do as he pleases.

After a few moments, his shoulders relax, his ears droop, and his tail lazily curls around you.

"Nonu, I need to go shower," you murmur.

"No," he protests, tightening his hold. Chuckling, you run your fingers through his black hair, earning a soft purr in response.

"We can’t just stand here all night," you tease, but Wonwoo only grumbles, his tail flicking in protest.

Sighing, you start waddling towards the bedroom with him still clinging to you like a koala. You stop just outside the bathroom door and pat his back, signalling for him to let go, but instead, he buries his face further into the crook of your neck.

"Nonu, I really have to shower. I feel gross," you explain gently, hoping to reason with him.

"Then let me join you," he mumbles, his tail swishing hopefully.

"I thought you hated water," you tease.

"I don’t mind getting wet if it means staying with you," he says softly.

Your heart warms at his words, and with a small smile, you agree. Carefully, you take off his glasses and set them aside before leading him into the bathroom. You help him out of his oversized sweater and sweatpants before undressing yourself.

The moment you step into the shower, he wraps his arms and tail around you again, holding you possessively. You giggle.

"Nonu, how am I supposed to wash up if you’re clinging to me like this?" you ask, amused. His response is an unintelligible mumble, making you shake your head fondly.

Somehow, you manage to grab the shampoo, and Wonwoo loosens his grip just enough to let you lather it into his hair. He purrs softly as your fingers massage his scalp, his ears occasionally twitching in delight. After rinsing his hair, he offers to return the favour, his careful hands working the shampoo into your hair while you relax under his touch. When he finishes rinsing it out, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, watching as his ears flush red.

The rest of the shower becomes a playful exchange of helping each other, and before long, you’re both stepping out, fresh and warm. Wonwoo insists you match his fluffy pyjamas, and you can’t bring yourself to refuse.

You sit him down at the vanity and begin drying his hair, the warm air making his ears droop as he starts to doze off. He always enjoys this part of the routine, and you find it endearing when he pouts at you after you gently wake him. Once both of your hair is dry and skincare is done, you climb into bed together, snuggling under the blanket.

Wonwoo rests his head on your chest, nuzzling into your collarbone as his tail drapes protectively across you. You giggle softly when his fluffy hair tickles your neck. In the quiet, your fingers comb through his hair while he traces random patterns on your stomach, his soft purring filling the room.

"Stay with me forever," he whispers, breaking the silence.

Your hand pauses, and you cup his face, gently tilting it up so he meets your eyes. His dark irises sparkle like stars in the night sky, filled with longing.

"I promise I’ll never leave you, my Nonu," you whisper with a smile, pressing a kiss to his nose.

His cheeks flush a deep red, and he hides his face in your neck, embarrassed. You giggle, finding his shyness endearing. Though he’s always eager to shower you with affection, he turns into a flustered kitten whenever you return it.

In the peaceful silence, you hold each other close, eventually drifting off to sleep. Wonwoo, your possessive but adorable black cat hybrid, may be a handful at times, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

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Illicit Affairs 2

lawyer!single father!jeonghan x laywer!f!reader

w.c 6.2k

warnings: single father jeonghan, cheating, angst, cursing, smut oral(female receiving), bathtub sex, unprotected sex. (also I edited this in rush so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

note: Happy Luna New Year, Highkey want a relationship like this I'm crying bye. Also this is a continuation of my other fics: In Another Life, and Illicit Affairs so if you wish to know a little more about the relationship between Jeonghan and the reader be sure to check it out. If not enjoy :)

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“Stay over mine tonight...please”

Jeonghan all but whines as he rolls his carry-on next to yours, an over-exaggerated pout on his lips. His arms immediately go around your waist, reeling you in, planting a soft kiss against the tip of your nose. 

The entire flight back home he had been trying to convince you to stay over at his house instead of yours. Promising back massages, cuddles, and breakfast in bed. 

So far he hasn’t succeeded.

“We’ve been attached at the hip all week. How are you not tired of me yet?” You tilt your head, circling your arms around his waist, smirking.

“Sitting next to each other and working is not attached at the hip.” He grumbles, protruding his bottom lip, downcast eyes meeting yours, making you groan. There’s no way you could resist when he gave you the look. The same look Bomi would give you whenever she wanted to stay over for a sleepover and watch Aladdin until her body gave out and she was fast asleep against your chest. 

Girl’s night is what she would call it. 

Though you aren’t entirely sure how a six-year-old knew the concept of a girl’s night, but every time she brought it up with the same look her dad was giving you right now; there was no way you could say no. Especially when it was followed up with Jeonghan’s disbelief stare as the two of you kicked him out with a giddy goodnight, a kiss, and an I love you. 

You sigh, shaking your head, and rest your forehead against the space between his neck and his collarbone. His chest puffing out a bit, and his arms getting tighter around your tired form. A proud smirk etched across his features. He knew he had won, just like he always did, and for some reason that annoyed you to no end. 

Lucky bastard, you thought before raising your forehead. A cute little pout decorating your perfect lips. “Can I add a warm bath to the list of promises you made me the entire twelve-hour flight?” 

Jeonghan chuckles. Sometimes he had the suspicion that you only liked staying at his place because he had a bathtub with jacuzzi jets, fruity bath bombs, cotton candy scented shower gel, and all. The one thing your humble ode did not harbor. Nevertheless, he loved having you in his bathtub. He loved having you in his home. Loved to wake up to you and Bomi gossiping and giggling about the boys and girls in her class. Loved how you sometimes made dinner even though your cooking skills were limited to what a quick youtube tutorial could offer. 

He just loved having you in his life. 

“Mhm.” He nods, taping your temple lightly with his index finger. “As long as you let me join you.” He winks, bringing his arm up to the back of his neck. His face contorted in displeasure as he digs his fingers into his skin, “My muscles are tense. I need warmth and the skilled hands of my lovely fiancé.” 

You gasp, bringing your left hand up to your face. “Fiancé?” You narrow your eyes, turning your hand over, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “Can’t be right. I don’t see a ring on my finger.” You sigh, shaking your head and bringing your hand down to rest against his chest. 

Six months ago Jeonghan had asked you to marry him in the middle of his living room. Fairy lights, blanket forts, Aladdin paused on the TV, and a sleeping Bomi on his chest being the only witnesses. The entire night he was nervous and you suspected it was either the embezzlement case he was working on or the vacation the two of you had been planning for months. You had concluded it was the latter.

The vacation was the only thing that made sense. As it would be the first time Jeonghan, Bomi and you would be alone as a family. And that made not only you but Jeonghan nervous. Though his nerves had more to do with the fact that he was going to propose to you during the trip. He figured he had known you for nearly a decade and even though he had been married to Bomi’s mom for five of those years. 

You were the only constant in his life. The only thing that didn’t change after becoming the head of the Gangnam firm, the divorce with Bomi’s mom, and the nasty custody battle after she appeared one night demanding full custody over the six-year-old. The one who was there every night holding him tightly through his many breakdowns. 

He loved you once before he met Soo-ah. He suspects he never actually did stop loving you even if what he felt for Soo-ah was real at some point. Loving you again was easier than breathing. So waiting another year to make you his forever until the world died for the two of you was a no-brainer. He couldn’t wait, so he asked you, and gave you a beautiful ring with an amethyst gem encased in white gold. The same ring his grandmother gave him one night after asking for advice.

Then he accidentally dropped it down the drain a month later. 

“You know I’m going to get you a new one.” He sighed, kissing your temple lightly. “I just haven’t found the right one yet.” He pulls away, taking a hold of your hand. “Please stop pressuring me, you mean a lot to me and I don’t want to give you just anything” He pleads silently, bringing your palm up to his lips and leaving a soft kiss against it. 

Your shoulders fall slightly. “I’m not pressuring you Hannie, I know your thought process but you can’t keep getting mad whenever a guy looks my way, talks to me, or approaches me at the bar.” You say jokingly, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “You can’t blame me, that guy at the bar was flirting with you.” He scoffs, grabbing his carry on and dragging it along with you. In a haste you grab your own carry on and follow him, giggling. 

Two nights ago the two of you joined a company gathering with the New York branch. It was all fun and games, and seeing Jeonghan practice his English more with Joshua and Vernon and the other workers was adorable. That is, until you went to refill your coke at the bar. According to Jeonghan–who watched from afar–the man sitting next to you was flirting with you non-stop while you waited for your drink. Though, how do you explain to your stubborn lover that the man was just asking about the company you worked for and asked for Joshua’s contact info. You tried when you got back to the hotel room, but he simply wouldn’t listen to you. Instead he pouted and gave you the silent treatment until Bomi and his mom called. 

Honestly, for a second you wondered why he was acting all jealous when he wasn’t usually like that. But at night while the two of you got ready for bed, in the bathroom with a steamy mirror due to your joint shower. He apologized for his actions. He didn’t offer any other explanation, he simply just gave your forehead a kiss and said he was sorry for acting out of line and taking his anger out on you when he knew you weren’t at fault. 

And that’s all you could ask for. Your lovely fiance has been through a tough year. With a new job position, a nasty custody battle, and seeing his baby grow up and not be a daddy’s girl anymore was taking a toll on him. And now, he knew he would be seeing less of the two of you considering he would have to take more trips down to the New York firm as part of his new job description. 

His stress was beyond belief, but the two of you were trying to work through it as best as you could. Not only for your blossoming relationship but for the sake of the little girl who recently started calling you mom. 

“Baby,” you say, finally falling into line with him. “Don’t get angry, I won’t bring it up again. The issue has been resolved, but you know when you’re ready you can tell me what triggered all of this.” You lean into his side. “We are a team and I want to try to help you with this.” You add, and he stops walking right at the entrance of the airport. 

Jeonghan turns to face you and opens his mouth and closes it. He shuts his eyes for a second looking for the right words to say. Lately, he’s been practicing breathing exercises when he gets too overwhelmed. So, he counts to ten with each deep breath he takes and then opens his eyes. 

“I know, and I want to tell you but not here and not right now.” He says calmly. And without leaving any room for you to answer, he turns around and walks out of the airport and hails a taxi. 

You shake your head with a worried look on your face, and take a deep breath before following him out. Jeonghan is waiting for you besides a bright yellow taxi. He’s smiling but his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. 

The problem with Yoon Jeonghan is that he carries the entire world on his shoulders. It’s always been hard for him to open up. You’re lucky that you have gotten him to relax a little more these past few years. But that doesn’t stop the little part of you who wishes he was much easier on himself, and that he stopped blaming himself for what happened with Bomi’s mom. You know he doesn’t love her anymore. At least not in the same way he used to. But you suppose it’s the same thing you feel for Seungcheol. You simply love the person he was before he betrayed you. 

Although, the two of you have moved on from your exes. You know it’s harder for Jeonghan since he does share a child with the person who betrayed him. You know he sees Soo-ah in little things that Bomi does. And you know you won’t ever be her mom. But your love for the two of them is greater than anything in this world. So just like he’s fighting everyday for you and Bomi. You will fight as well. 

With a deep sigh, you approach him and the taxi. Without a word he puts your carry-on in the trunk of the car. He quickly then makes his way to you and kisses your forehead, a silent plea of understanding before opening the door for you. 

It’s amazing how for Yoon Jeonghan you’ll wait until the end of the world.

Jeonghan’s bathroom was one of your favorite things in his house. It was spacious and welcoming. The white tiles reflected the morning sun through the overhead sun roof, casting a warm glow throughout the entire bathroom. The bathtub and shower were separate, which was amazing considering you lived in Korea, and that was a rarity. But Jeonghan had expressed once that he had the bathroom remodeled before he moved in and Bomi was born. The thought process was that it would be a lot easier to give Bomi baths when she was younger. 

However, Jeonghan didn’t move in a year after the house was completed. His agony over Soo-ah leaving him a few days after the birth of their baby girl kept him from moving in. He thought if he stayed she’d come back, but she never did. 

You suppose the thing you like most about Jeonghan’s bathroom is the fact that your things were scattered around, intertwining beautifully with his things. Your toothbrush stays next to his and Bomi’s, on the marble double sink counter. Where you have your own sink now. Your skin care had its own row in the bathroom cabinet. Even your hair dryer, curler and iron had a space of his own. In the shower your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash sat next to his all-in-one shampoo. Though, you’ve started to suspect that he uses your things from time to time, especially when you’ve been away for longer than usual. 

Now, as you lay embraced in the warm water of the tub, a sparkly bath bomb thrown in the mix called–Sex Bomb. You can’t help but wonder when the two of you got so entwined. Was it after having mind blowing sex in his office and calling Seungcheol in the middle of it. Was it before that at the bar when he first confessed to you years ago. Or was it a year ago when after a year and a half of dating and taking it slow you finally decided to take up his invitation to have you over for dinner. 

It’s like you haven’t left since and instead have started to slowly move in. Honestly, at this point you spend more time in Jeonghan’s house than in your apartment. Your excuse is that it’s closer to work, but the truth is this place feels more like home than your own place. 

You sigh, and close your eyes, sinking deeper into the warm water. The potent scent of your eucalyptus and spearmint candle, calming your nerves slowly. 

“Can I join you?” Jeonghan calls from the door. You open your eyes and sit up, crossing your arms on the edge of the tub and leaning your chin against them. He’s standing before you, a towel wrapped around his slim waist. The faint line of abs adorning his torso, not because he works out, his shoulder injury prevents him from doing vigorous workouts, but he does attend a pilates class twice a week with a bunch of ajummas who are always asking for updates on Bomi. It’s cute, and you love the way he talks about them. 

You smile, “there’s enough room.” You say. He drops his towel, revealing everything. His legs were finally gaining weight again. Sometimes you get sad when you remember the custody battle, and how he stopped eating, and would drown himself in work. Sometimes the only thing he ate was two iced americano throughout the day. That’s when you started bringing him lunch from the cafeteria at the firm and sat with him until he ate it all. That’s when you started coming over more often and attempting to cook him dinner. You admit it wasn’t very good, but he would eat it all without protest. 

Your heart would swell with love and sadness as he took each bite. He’s recently started to gain a little more weight and look more like himself. Instead, of the hollow shell of a human that consumed him during those gruesome months. 

Jeonghan gets closer to the tub and you move forward a little to give him more space. Once he’s settled behind you, his legs come to rest beside yours and his arms circle around your waist. “I didn’t mean to act like a jealous prick that night.” He whispers against your bare shoulder before leaving a kiss behind. The imprint of his lips causes a tingle to run down your back. “Soo-ah had a three month affair before she found out she was pregnant with Bomi, and I guess with everything that went on last year I feel on edge.” He finishes, kissing up your neck slowly, his arms around your waist get tighter. His ministrations end when he gets up to your ear, “forgive me, I do trust you with everything in me I just had a lapse in judgement that night.” He whispers before kissing your cheek lightly. 

Your heart is pounding against your chest, and you finally turn to face him, lifting your hands from the water with a light splash and resting them against his cheeks. “I would never do that, especially because I know what it feels like.” You grin slightly, “Remember Seungcheol?” You raise your eyebrows a little before giggling. “I guess now I understand the whole phone call thing.” 

Jeonghan smirks sheepishly, “Maybe I was getting some sort of revenge from it, but you know you liked it otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” He says smugly, before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. He doesn’t deepen it and pulls away quickly resting his forehead against yours. “I mean it though, I do trust you and I’m sorry for acting the way I did.” 

You smile, rubbing soothing wet circles against his cheeks with your thumbs. “I know. I didn’t doubt it for a second, and you’ve been forgiven.” 

“Ah, that makes me feel so much better, I was ready to incite plan b to earn your forgiveness again.” He says smugly before leaning back in the tub and taking you with him. His fingers play with the water before he places his hand against your stomach, drumming them gently. 

“What was plan b?” You relax further under his touch.  

He chuckles, his chest rising underneath you. “A massage and a really good night under the sheets.” He whispers against your ear and lightly nibbles against your earlobe. 

“You’re restless,” You giggle. Then you take his hand from your stomach and drag it up your body. “Can I take you up on that massage?” You place it over your breast. He shudders behind you before slowly kneading it, his lips find the sweet spot against your neck, making you moan. 

“As you know I am very skilled with my hands.” He whispers against your neck, as his other hand makes its way down your navel. It’s tight in the tub but he somehow manages to part your legs a little more and places his hand on you. He cups your cunt gently before placing his index finger against your clit and rubbing slow circles. 

You throw your head back lightly, coming into contact with his chest. “Yeah I know.” Your breathing becomes labored as he continues playing with you. It’s silent except for the sound of the sloshing water and your panting. The pleasure increases slowly, and it only gets better when he pinches your nipple before inserting a finger inside of your cunt. His fingers were magical. They were uneven but the right size to give you a stretch and prepare you for his cock. It was one of your favorite acts of foreplay with him. 

“You look so pretty unraveling like this under my hands.” He whispers, giving your temple a kiss, then your cheek and finally your lips. The kiss is mind shattering, deep, and full of passion. You moan against your lips when his finger finds the sweet mushy soft spot inside of you, and you find yourself slowly bucking your hips against his hand. 

Jeonghan chuckles against your lips, biting your bottom lip as he increases his pace. “Let me add another one?” He says breathlessly and you know this is pleasuring him too. You whimper in response, nodding your head and he adds another finger, increasing the stretch and pleasure. 

He kisses down your neck before swirling his tongue over your nipple and taking it in his mouth. He sucks gently, while moving his fingers faster. You’re moaning loudly now, letting go and losing yourself to his touch. He pulls away when you clench around his fingers and reaches his other hand down rubbing quick circles over your clit. 

“How do you feel?” He pants, moving faster. “You’re close aren’t you?” He smirks, scissoring his fingers and applying a little more pleasure on your clit. “Why don’t you cum for me baby doll, ride my fingers.”

You gasp, at his words. He’s rarely one to engage in dirty talk, but he knows it does something to you. “I feel so good Jeonghan,” Your mouth goes agape as you feel your orgasm approaching. “Your fingers feel so good inside of me.” You say, moving your hips in tandem with his fingers. After a few more trusts, the coil in the pit of your stomach bursts and you cum hard around his fingers, 

He helps you ride out your orgasm before you fall limply against his chest. He chuckles and kisses your head. “Let’s get out, I want to make you cum more.” He whispers, against your head. Such a tender gesture followed by the dirtiest words you’ve ever heard him mutter. 

But Jeonghan has always been a jack of all trades, and you suppose this is a new side of him. The one that begs to claim what is his. 

You can’t begin to form any words at the moment so you simply nod your head. 

After making out a couple more times in the lukewarm water of the bath, and you finally gaining your composure again. Jeonghan helps you out of the tub. You catch a glimpse of his hardening length and you feel your pussy get wet all over again. He quickly grabs a towel and helps you dry off, before doing the same with himself. You can tell he is impatient, especially when he tosses his towel to the side and quickly grabs your hand leading you into the bedroom. 

His bedroom, his sanctuary was another one of your favorite rooms in his house. Everything about it screamed Yoon Jeonghan. From the light blue duvet, and the four cream colored pillows. To the cute pictures of Bomi on his dark mahogany bedside table. Along with the recently added one of the the three of you together taken at a random self-shot photo studio a few Sundays ago when the three of you went out for lunch. You didn't know that he had the picture framed until you stayed over a week later. The sight of the picture brought tears to your eyes and you didn’t let the two of them go for the rest of the night. Even Bomi, who was a newly six-year old slept with the two of you, because for the first time in years you felt like you deserved small pockets of happinesses. And your family was the first pocket you let yourself have. 

On the right side next to the floor to ceiling window there was a desk, with a few sticky notes, and a PC you knew he used to game with his friends Wonwoo, Dokyeom, and Joshua. You’ve only met one of the three, but you knew he talked about you and Bomi to the point that they would mute him during games. 

Next to the desk was a large bookshelf that adorned more pictures of him and Bomi. One picture of you that he had sneakily taken when the two of you went on a picnic date last spring, and a picture of his parents and sister. Additionally he had displayed all the legos he had built, which at some point you knew his lego building obsession got a little out of hand. You still remember the day in which you had helped him with some spring cleaning and he fought tooth and nail to keep all thirty of them. In the end, after long hours of compromising. He decided to keep the ten he loved most and gave away the rest to his cousins Dino and Jun. 

Now, they were all scattered as display pieces around the house. Everything about his house screamed him, and a little part of you dreaded the day you would move in and finally combine both of your lives. 

The small things like your forgotten scarves on his desk chair, or the leftover clothes you kept in his house didn’t really count. You wonder if he would find places for your most prized possessions or if he will make you get rid of them. You wonder if he will open more than just one drawer for you on his dresser. He had already given you one, where you kept extra undergarments. And your favorite perfume bottle already found a home next to his cologne. But sometimes it was pointless things like these that kept you from wanting to fully indulge. 

You didn’t want to fully lose yourself to love, and you didn’t want him to fully lose himself either. Though, the two of you have done a good job at keeping little percentages of yourselves from the other. It still made you wonder if things would change after saying your vows at the altar. 

You felt Jeonghan’s arms circle around your waist, planting featherlike kisses against your shoulder. “You’re thinking too much, what is it?” He whispers against your skin. 

This is what scared you the most. The fact that he could read you so easily. With a sigh, you place your hands over his. “Why do you want to marry me?” You whisper, turning over in his arms.

He lets a small grin adorn his face before opening his mouth. “That’s a stupid question, why wouldn’t I want to marry you?” He kisses you lightly before leading you to the bed. He pushes you down gently and kneels over you. “I have a plethora of answers for that question, but I’ll give you three.” He begins to kiss down your body. “One, you make me feel seen.” He smirks as he brings his lips over your breasts, one hand comes up the side of your body and he begins to swirl his thumb over your damp nipple, before he swirls his tongue over the other one. “Two, you love Bomi like she is your own.” He sucks your nipple gently once before making his way down your body with his lips, he kisses your mound gently. “Three, you love me, and you have already continued to love me through thick and thin. Others would have left the second things got complicated but you didn't. You stayed by my side and even helped me get help professionally, and I can’t thank you enough for that, except the only way I know how and that is loving you for the rest of my life.” He says, his eyes burning into yours. They’re filled with passion, love, and desire. 

You tear up slightly, and he chuckles hovering his body over yours again, his thumb brushes the stray tear away from your cheek. He kisses your lips gently, and like second nature you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pulls away slightly and whispers against your lips. “Now let me love you the only other way I know how.” He says as his knee separates your legs, giving him enough room to settle himself between your legs. 

“Yoon Jeonghan, I will love you forever.” You smile, brushing his hair away from his forehead. He smirks, bringing two fingers over to your lips. You open your mouth, maintaining eye contact and you see the lust filling his eyes when you suck on them. He pulls away and brings his wet fingers down to your pussy, rubbing the wetness over it, before reaching for his cock. He rubs his cockhead with your arousal and then guides it to your entrance. 

“Do I need lube?” He whispers before inserting himself, and you shake your head. Between the water of the tub, the orgasm he gave you, and how wet he made you tonight there was no need for lube. But you knew how he was and he wasn’t going to do anything unless you verbally told him. 

“Not today baby.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing the tip of his nose. He nods, and slowly begins to guide himself deeper. The second his head is in stretching you out. Your hold around his neck gets tighter. You will never get tired of the delicious stretch, especially when he teases you and goes slowly, letting you adjust to him. 

Once he’s halfway inside of you. He captures your lips again, kissing you deeply to distract you from his movements. Once he’s fully inside of you, you gasp against his lips. “Tell me when to move?” He whispers, kissing you again this time softer than before. 

It takes you a moment, but when you feel yourself clench around him you know you’re ready. “Now, baby please move, and make me feel good.” 

“Shit, love.” He says against your lips before thrusting his hips slowly. You’re moaning and whimpering under him, digging your nails into his back while he begins to increase his pace. Suddenly, his body heat leaves you and he sits up, grabbing both of your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. 

“Scream for me baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this way.” His gaze was darker than usual. Like a new version had just been unleashed, and you can’t help but love the way he is showing you no mercy right now. 

“Fuck, yes Jeonghan. Your cock makes me feel so good.” You arch your back, digging your nails into his sheets. “Go faster.” 

“Oh my baby loves when I fuck her hard.” He groans, digging his nails into your thighs. His thrusts become frantic as he closes his eyes and leans his head back in pleasure, mumbling a few things to himself. You’re too focused on your whimpers and the sound of skin slapping to understand him. Nor do you care to know, because when he opens his eyes and gazes into your eyes, you’re melting. 

“More Jeonghan, I want to feel all of you.” You moan, bringing your hands up to your breasts and kneading them for him. 

He moans, watching you. “Keep doing that for me baby.” He grabs one of your legs and lifts it to the side, making you gasp when you feel him deeper than before. He licks two of his fingers and brings them to your clit, rubbing circles around them matching his pace. 

“You like this baby doll.” He pants, swallowing hard. 

The words escape you and all you can do is nod your head, your mouth falling agape as you begin to pant. Jeonghan chuckles, moving faster, his orgasm fast approaching, and he wants to come undone with you. 

“Jeonghan,” You arch your back, and clench around his cock a few times. “I’m really close baby.” He moans loudly, as he continues his ministrations, more frantically than before. You begin to let yourself go, consumed by delicious pleasure as you raise your hips to meet his. Fucking yourself on your cock while he continues to fuck you. 

“Come with me please.” He pleads, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts begin to lose control. Suddenly, you're arching your back, clenching around him hard as you cum, triggering his own orgasm. You moan when you feel him cum inside of you, painting your pussy walls with his sperm. He slows down, thrusting slowly and deeper, riding both yours and his orgasm. 

After a few minutes, you breathe heavily, falling back down on the bed. Giggling when you see him watching you in awe. “What?” You smile.

Jeonghan takes you in, post orgasm glow. Your chest and cheeks are flushed, your lips are swollen and your body is glistening with sweat. He’s still inside of you, your clit is swollen, and your combined cum is seeping out through the side of his softening cock. Jeonghan decides then and there he will never get tired of this sight. “You look so beautiful like this baby.” He pulls out of you, making you whimper at the missing contact. 

He chuckles and lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body and tugs you closer. “Let’s stay like this for a while and then we can shower again” He mumbles against your cheek. “I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to make you mine forever.” He finishes, pushing a sweaty strand away from your face. 

You smile, satiated. “I love you, and I can’t wait to see more of jealous Jeonghan” You joke, kissing his lips lightly.

He laughs, knowing you caught on to his slightly possessive side. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back, you make me crazy.” He begins to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

You nod kissing his cheek, “Don’t worry love, this is our safe space, you can let yourself go in here” You whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe lightly, making him groan. “Plus I really liked it.” You pull away and lay your head against the pillow again. 

Jeonghan smirks and shakes his head. “Careful baby doll, or we won’t be sleeping tonight, and as much as I love the thought of making love to you until morning. I know you didn’t sleep at all during our twelve hour flight and you need to rest before our little gremlin comes home from grandmas.” He says before sitting up. 

You watch as your heart swells over his slip up. Did he really mean it? That Bomi was yours as much as she was his. You shake the worrisome thought out of your head. This is a conversation you’ve already had. You know he sees you as Bomi’s mother and you know the way Bomi sees you. Especially when as of recently it’s been ‘mommy this’, ‘mommy that’, ‘mommy, daddy says I can’t have ice cream before bed’, and ‘mommy I love you.’ The latter always tugs at your heartstrings and every time you hear it your love for the little girl grows. 

Jeonghan extends his hand for you to take. “Let’s take a shower before bed, you can start while I change the sheets.” He says, and you take his hand letting him help you up. He guides you into the bathroom and turns on the water in the shower so it begins to heat up. 

Jeonghan leans you against the shower door, pecking your lips. “Stop doubting yourself, you’re my fiance, my soon to be wife, and Bomi’s only mother.” He says tenderly, and once again its amazing how well he can read you like an open book. “Now shower, you’re tired.” He opens the shower door and guides you in, before closing the door. 

“I’ll be back.” He says and makes his way out of the bathroom. Leaving you under the warm water, falling from the waterfall shower head. Your heart is full of love and a feeling you’ve never felt before. 

Finally, accepting the fact that you belong here and that everything will be okay in the end. 

The warm sun rays filter in through Jeonghan’s wall of windows. It seems like the two of you forgot to shut the curtains last night before falling asleep. But who could blame you, the minute you stepped out of the shower and into the warmth of the bed, your eyes closed by themselves and you were out like a light. 

You open your eyes slowly, squinting your eyes due to the bright sunlight cascading the room. You sit up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with your left hand, when suddenly you stop. Feeling a small scratch against your eyelid. Now, a wave of curiosity consumes you, and sleep is forgotten the second you look down at your hand. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, as you take in the most beautiful diamond ring, the band is gold and in the shape of a laurel crown. It connects in the middle to a teardrop diamond and your mouth opens in shock. Then you look to the side and your fiance is nowhere to be found. So, you yell loudly, jumping up on the bed as you hold your hand in front of you. 

“What the fuck Yoon Jeonghan, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You jump up and down on the bed. 

Suddenly you hear a pan drop in the kitchen, before hasty footsteps make their way into the bedroom and you see a frazzled Jeonghan burst through the door. The door slams into the wall rattling the dresser with how much force he opened it. 

“What happened, are you okay?” He says, walking fast to your now kneeling form on the bed. He takes your faces in his hands, and he immediately becomes worried when he sees the tears running down your face. 

“You’re unbelievable.” You whisper, sniffling. “How could you do this to me?” You whisper.

Now, Jeonghan’s worry increases as he starts to rattle his brain, trying to find the reason for your actions and your words. “W-What did I do? Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” 

You giggle, and raise your left hand to his face. “This,” He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relax, and a sly smirk appears on his face. 

“You weren’t supposed to see it until I woke you up with breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it.” He says and takes your hand, kissing your ring finger gently. “Surprise.” He adds nonchalantly. And you’ve never wanted to slap him and kiss him simultaneously so much.

You shake your head, and pout. “That’s all.” You scoff in disbelief, “Surprise,” You mock roll your eyes. 

He laughs before taking both of your hands saying your name in such a gentle manner it makes your knees feel weak. So, you look up at him as he tangles his fingers with yours. His gaze is soft, and he kisses both of your palms. “Will you marry me? And this time I promise not to drop your ring down the drain again.” 

You laugh, hugging him tightly, peppering the side of his head with so many kisses you begin to lose count.

 “Yes, a million times yes, and if you lose my ring again, I’ll continue to say yes.” 

a/n: done :) I hope you enjoy it again let me know your thoughts. Life in Korea has been great lately, I recently started pole dancing and damn that shits hard. Anyway, maybe I'll do a little update posts on my life haha.

Again, thank you for reading I love you all.xx

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

texting bf!svt the lyrics of 'baby' by justin beiber :

vcu version I ppu version I hhu version

[woozinhos]

i need the nastiest neediest sloppiest sex with chan. ride his face his fingers his dick everything

Notes: first fic of the day wooooo can’t wait for more hehe

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Chan was sprawled out on the bed, his eyes fixed on you with a hungry gaze. He looked absolutely irresistible, his lean body on full display and his muscles taut with anticipation.

"Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I need you." You walked over to the bed, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine at the look in his eyes. Chan reached out and pulled you onto the bed, positioning you on top of him.

"I want you to ride my face," he said bluntly, his hands gripping your hips. "And I don't want to hear a single complaint out of that pretty mouth of yours."

"Yes, Chan," you breathed, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through you. Chan grinned up at you, his hands tightening on your hips as he guided you up towards his face.

"That's what I like to hear," he said, his breath hot against your inner thigh. Chan wasted no time, his mouth latching onto your center with a hungry groan. He licked and sucked at you eagerly, his tongue delving deep into your folds as he sought out every sensitive spot. He was skilled with his mouth, his movements precise and calculated as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god, Chan," you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair as you rocked your hips against his face. Chan looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. He loved the way you looked when you were on top of him like this, your body writhing in pleasure under his touch.

Chan held your thighs tightly, keeping you in place as he continued to work his magic with his mouth. His grip was firm, ensuring that you couldn't move away from him as he licked and sucked at your sensitive flesh. He could feel you starting to tremble, and he knew you were close to the edge. He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking over your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as you felt the tension building inside you. Chan could sense that you were about to come, and he wasn't going to let up until you did.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he applied just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, his hands slid up to grip your ass, pulling you even closer to his face. You cried out as you finally reached your peak, your body trembling and shaking as your orgasm crashed over you. Chan held you tightly, his mouth still on you as he continued to lick and suck you through your climax. He only pulled away when you were spent, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

"Lift your hips a bit," Chan said, his voice hoarse from his efforts. He guided you into position, his hands still on your hips as you lifted yourself up slightly. Chan didn't waste any time before he slid two fingers inside you, the digits easily slipping in due to how wet you were. He started to pump them in and out of you, his pace slow but deliberate.

"Ch-Chan," you gasped, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. Chan chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

"You're still so tight," he murmured, his fingers continuing to work inside you. Chan continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, his movements slow and steady. But every so often, he would flick his thumb over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

With each flick of his thumb, you could feel your body responding again, the pleasure building once more. You moaned and squirmed, trying to grind down against his hand for more stimulation. Chan couldn't resist tasting you again, his tongue darting out to lick your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you. He lapped at you eagerly, his tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. You were a moaning mess now, your body writhing and arching under his touch. You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure growing more and more intense with each passing moment.

Chan could tell you were close again, and he redoubled his efforts, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you over the edge once more. Chan groaned as he felt you begin to clench around his fingers, knowing that you were about to come again. He continued to lap at your clit, his face now covered in a mix of your arousal and his own saliva. He didn't care though, too caught up in the moment and the sounds you were making to worry about anything else.

"Please, please don't stop," you begged, your voice desperate and needy. "I'm so close, Chan." You're feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, your body trembling and shaking as Chan brings you closer and closer to your second orgasm. The sensations are intense, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge, desperate for release. Chan could sense your desperation, and he picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster and harder. His mouth was relentless on your clit, sucking and licking with a single-minded focus.

"Let go," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me again." You let out a scream as you finally reach your peak, your body spasming and convulsing as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Chan doesn't let up, continuing to work you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. As the last waves of pleasure subside, Chan slaps your ass playfully and looks up at you with a smirk.

"Ride me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Now."

"W-what?" you gasp, your mind still hazy from the intense orgasm. Chan chuckles at your reaction, clearly enjoying the fact that he's caught you off guard.

"You heard me," he says, his hands still on your hips. "Get on top and ride me. I want to feel you." You hesitate for a moment, your legs still shaky from your orgasm. But the look in Chan's eyes is too tempting to resist, and you find yourself slowly lifting yourself off of him. As you move, Chan scoots himself up so that he's lying flat on his back, his eyes never leaving yours. You straddle Chan's hips, your body hovering just above his. He looks up at you, his hands moving to grip your waist as he watches you with hungry eyes.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice rough with need. "Take what you want." You lower yourself onto him, feeling his hard length slide inside you. You both let out a moan as he fills you, the sensation making you shiver.

Chan's hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to hold himself back from thrusting up into you. You start to move, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed as the pleasure builds once again. You rock your hips against him, grinding down onto his cock as you chase your own pleasure. Chan watches you with a mix of awe and desire, his eyes roaming over your body as you ride him senseless.

"Ahh, you feel so good," you moan, your body sensitive from your previous orgasms. Chan grunts in response, his grip on your hips tightening as he feels you clench around him.

"So tight," he gasps out, his voice strained. "You're so perfect, baby." Chan notices the tiredness in your whimper, and he can tell that you're reaching your limit. He sits up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "You've done so well for me, baby." Chan holds you close as he begins to thrust up into you, his hips moving with a frenzied energy. He buries his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Your screams of pleasure mix with your tears as Chan continues to pound into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He holds you tighter, whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy once again. Chan feels the wetness between your legs, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. The sight of you soaking wet and dripping down his thighs only serves to turn him on even more, and he lets out a low groan.

"Fuck, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet for me." Chan can feel his own orgasm building, the way you're clenching around him pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He starts to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

"I'm close," he gasps out, his face buried in your neck. "I'm so close, baby."

"I'm going to fill you up," he growls, his teeth grazing against your skin. "You're going to be so full of me, baby.” Chan's words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel your body tensing up in anticipation of his release. He can feel it too, and he gives a few more hard, deep thrusts before he finally lets go.

With a loud groan, he buries himself deep inside you and comes, his cock pulsing as he spills himself inside you. You cry out as you feel him fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge as well. Your body convulses against his, another orgasm crashing over you as he continues to spill inside you. You both collapse against each other, panting and sweaty from the intensity of your lovemaking. Chan holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he catches his breath.

"God, you're incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Chan smirks as he pulls back to look at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Next time," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I want you to ride my thigh. I want to feel you rubbing yourself against me, using me to get off."

[rubyuji]

She got the Ruby ๋࣭ ⭑🎸⊹ ࣪ ˖

“No way. I never knew how much I needed this kind of chaos until you showed up.” ᝰ.ᐟ

Genre: Slowburn, Fluff

AU: University AU

Pairing: Music Major!Woozi x Afab!Reader

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Jihoon had never been one for romance or dating—no one had ever truly caught his eye. But everything changed when he saw you bathed in the glow of red light at Soonyoung’s party, your ruby lips captivating him and making his heart race like never before. Why could you, a stranger, leave him so utterly spellbound?

Note: User rubyuji finally publishing a fic about her bias?! LMAO to be completely honest, this fic had been in my google docs for so long that I'm surprised it made it out despite the writer's block. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! Don't forget to like + reblog as form of support!

W.C: 8.3k

Dating was never an option for someone in Jihoon’s league. His packed schedule aside, he barely left the house most of the time. Whenever his friends—emphasis on tried—attempted to introduce him to someone, the feedback was always the same: he was either too busy or seemed completely uninterested. 

It wasn’t entirely his fault, though. Jihoon had never quite found his footing in the dating world. Either the idea simply hadn’t appealed to him, or the person his friends introduced was too different for him to find common ground.

“Oh, come on! We’ve introduced you to, like, six people already, and you didn’t like any of them! You’re hopeless, Jihoon,” Soonyoung whined, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside his friend.

Jihoon barely spared him a glance, rolling his eyes as his fingers continued to move across the keyboard.

Soonyoung was a great friend—Jihoon couldn’t deny that. Even if he didn’t always show it, he cared about the guy a lot. But sometimes, Soonyoung could be a handful. His intentions were always good, sure, but Jihoon wasn’t ready to dive into the complicated world of relationships or love. Not now, not when all he could focus on was graduating, as if his entire life depended on it.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but being in a relationship is the least of my worries right now,” Jihoon sighed, closing his laptop with a faint click.

As if on cue, his other friend, Wonwoo, emerged from Jihoon’s room, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed after a long nap.

“You barely leave the house and hole up here like a damn hermit. You should take some time to relax once in a while, you know?” he quipped, leaning against the doorframe.

Jihoon rubbed his temples, his brows knitting together in mild frustration. He knew his friends meant well, but their constant prodding was starting to feel like a broken record.

Soonyoung suddenly gasped, drawing curious looks from the other two men. “How about this? We’re heading to my frat tonight—I’ve got a party planned. Maybe Jihoon could find someone to mingle with. It wouldn’t hurt, right? And if you end up hating it or don’t meet anyone, you can leave. No pressure.”

Jihoon’s mouth fell open like a fish out of water at Soonyoung’s suggestion.

He didn’t mind parties per se, but Soonyoung’s events were... something else. Case in point: Soonyoung had once woken up on the frat’s lawn after one of his infamous ragers and called Jihoon to help clean up the trashed house. But that was a story for another day.

Still, Jihoon found himself considering the idea. He hadn’t left his apartment in nearly a week, and after working nonstop, a change of scenery might not be the worst thing in the world.

Jihoon wasn’t a prude—far from it. He simply preferred to conserve his energy and steer clear of activities that drained him too much.

It was just part of his nature, and honestly, one of the reasons he couldn’t see himself dating someone too outgoing or high-energy. Still, this party might be an opportunity to step outside his usual bubble and meet someone new—someone who wasn’t just a direct connection to his friends.

“I’ll go this once, I guess. But if it’s a bust, I’m leaving immediately, like we agreed,” Jihoon sighed, his tone resigned.

From the kitchen, he heard the unmistakable sound of Wonwoo spitting out his water in shock, while Soonyoung erupted into cheers, dancing around the room like he’d just won the lottery.

Jihoon rolled his eyes but knew he couldn’t show up looking like a mess. If he was going to meet someone, he might as well make himself look presentable.

On the other hand, you weren’t exactly a fan of the party scene either. So why were you at Junhui’s frat, holding a red Solo cup, half-listening to Mingyu and Seokmin discuss some new workout Mingyu had discovered?

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Mingyu huffed, snapping you out of your daze with an exasperated look.

You smirked, taking a sip from your cup. “Mingyu, you’re the biggest gym rat I know—besides Chan and Seungcheol. And Seok, don’t think you’re safe either. I’m not even surprised you found another workout to torture us with next week at the gym.”

Mingyu groaned dramatically while Seokmin burst out laughing at your comment. Shaking your head, you got up from your spot on the couch.

“Alright, I’m gonna go look for Saerom,” you announced, giving them a playful wave before weaving through the party crowd.

“If you see Minghao, let him know I’m looking for him,” Mingyu called after you. You gave a casual two-finger salute in response before heading to the kitchen, relishing the sudden drop in noise and the smaller crowd.

Saerom was leaning against the counter, deep in conversation with Jihyo. When they spotted you, both waved you over.

“Hey, have you guys seen Minghao anywhere?” you asked as you joined them.

Jihyo shrugged, and Saerom shook her head. “Mingyu’s looking for him, right? Well, no sign of him yet,” Saerom replied.

“Figures,” you chuckled. “Also, can you believe the party’s host is MIA? Imagine Soonyoung being late to one of his own ragers for once. That’s wild.”

Saerom laughed as she refilled your cup, the three of you slipping easily back into lighthearted conversation.

Before your friends can give out another remark, you guys hear Soonyoung’s boisterous laughter coming from the living room. “Looks like I spoke too soon?” You pout in faux disappointment. 

“Hey, isn’t that Lee Jihoon? Isn’t he in your class, Rom?” Jihyo pointed out, her finger directed toward the familiar face standing beside Seungcheol. Your brows raised in surprise.

As far as you know, Jihoon, along with Seungcheol, Wonwoo, and Mingyu, lived off-campus. So seeing him here was unusual—he was practically an anomaly in these parties, appearing only on rare occasions.

“That’s crazy, he’s actually at a party right now,” Saerom giggled. “We should go over to Soonyoung and see what’s up.”

You found yourself following your friends without much thought, a sudden interest in Jihoon sparking inside you.

He looks insanely good in that black button-up, and those forearms— The thought immediately made you snap back to reality, shaking your head slightly as you tried to regain focus.

“Y/N! Saerom, Jihyo! Looks like you made it too,” Soonyoung laughed, his voice bright as he spotted the three of you. Your friends rolled their eyes playfully, clearly used to Soonyoung’s usual antics.

“Yeah, we know she’s your favorite,” Jihyo teased, raising an eyebrow. “But seriously, how did you manage to convince THE Lee Jihoon to come to one of your wild frat parties?”

Soonyoung shrugged casually, glancing over at Jihoon, who was deep in conversation with Wonwoo and Junhui across the room.

“I don’t know. We talked about the party a while ago when we were at his place. I mentioned it, and he’s been holed up in his apartment all week, so I thought maybe he could use a break,” Soonyoung explained, reaching for a random Solo cup Jeonghan handed him, the latter seamlessly inserting himself into the conversation. 

“We also kinda wanted him to meet someone, but... that’s out of the question for now.” Soonyoung almost sighed as he said this, clearly not expecting much.

Your friends laughed at his comment, their attention drifting back to the conversation, leaving you free to let your gaze wander. It landed on Jihoon, just as it had moments ago.

You couldn’t deny it—Jihoon was undeniably attractive, and he was definitely your type. But you had no idea how to approach him, especially since you’d barely exchanged a word with the guy.

“Interested in Jihoon, huh? Can’t blame you. Soonyoung, Cheol, and practically everyone else has been on his case about getting a girlfriend—or at least starting to date someone,” Chan suddenly appeared beside you, causing you to jump in surprise. You hit his shoulder playfully, and he chuckled.

“I’ve barely spoken to him,” you sighed dramatically. “The only other time I’ve seen him was at Mingyu’s birthday, and the most we exchanged was him passing me a plate and me saying ‘thank you.’ I highly doubt he remembers that, considering he barely even looked at me.”

Chan laughed again, but this time he grabbed your arm and started pulling you toward the dance floor as the music grew louder and the crowd tipsier.

“Fine, take a moment to think about it. But for now, let’s dance! Give it your all—you didn’t take all of Soonyoung’s and my classes for nothing, right?” Chan yelled over the music, his grin wide.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Chan spun you into a playful dance battle, challenging you to keep up. Just then, the lights suddenly flickered off, and Junhui’s makeshift spotlights sprang to life, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.

While you and Chan lost yourselves to the beat, Jihoon made his way over to where Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Minghao were lounging, the latter two likely too lazy to join the chaos on the dance floor. He plopped down onto the beanbag next to Jeonghan, who glanced at him with mild curiosity.

“I didn’t expect to see you here. What made you change your mind?” Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jihoon shrugged casually, taking a sip from his Solo cup filled with Coke Zero. He wasn’t much of a drinker, so he had opted out of anything stronger.

“Soonyoung and Seungcheol insisted I needed to get out of the apartment and let loose a bit. I’d been holed up there all week, just going back and forth between home, university, and the gym, so I figured I’d give it a shot,” Jihoon explained, his gaze drifting to the dance floor.

His eyes found Mingyu in the middle of the dance circle before flitting over to you.

As you danced alongside Chan, Jihoon’s eyes lingered on you, captivated by your movements. Seokmin and Seungkwan were in the middle of their own dance battle nearby, but Jihoon couldn’t tear his focus away from you.

You looked... familiar. He was sure you had been at Mingyu’s birthday party, and he had seen you with Soonyoung around campus, but he never really paid much attention until now.

It was almost as if everything slowed down for Jihoon at that moment. He took in every detail—how you looked so effortlessly good while dancing, how the red light seemed to make you glow. Red was his favorite color, and seeing the hue reflected in the lipstick on your lips only made things worse as he tried to hide how drawn to you he felt.

“Dude, why are you so thirsty?” Soonyoung’s voice snapped Jihoon out of his daze, and he immediately felt heat rush to his face. Wonwoo laughed, clearly noticing Jihoon’s flushed ears, while Minghao tried to suppress a smile.

Jihoon was finally making progress in his love life, and his friends couldn’t be more proud of him for stepping out of his shell.

“Finally, someone’s caught your attention,” Soonyoung teased, his grin widening. “Do you want me to bring Y/N over?”

Soonyoung’s plan was falling into place perfectly. The fact that Jihoon was showing interest in you—of all people—was just ideal.

You were everything Jihoon needed. Well, almost. You weren’t big on the party scene and preferred staying in, though you did go out more often than him if invited by the right people (the ‘right people’ being Mingyu).

You had a personality that could easily draw people in, and on top of that, you were the full package: pretty, smart, and kind. But being as perfect as you were also meant that you had no shortage of admirers.

“You know, Y/N’s great. She’s practically Seungcheol’s other half,” Jeonghan said, clapping his hands enthusiastically.

Everyone around them was practically buzzing with excitement, seeing Jihoon finally step out of his comfort zone. Honestly, Jihoon felt a strange surge of courage; for once, he was ready to take a risk.

“I mean, if she’s that amazing, why not? But how do I even approach her?” Jihoon asked, glancing over again. This time, he saw you dancing with Mingyu, your smile outshining every light in the room.

“Y/N’s laid-back. She can talk to anyone if you just let her be herself,” Wonwoo chimed in. “She’s a bit of a yapper, but in the best way possible—everyone feels comfortable around her.”

Jihoon didn’t get a chance to respond because, just then, you and Mingyu started making your way toward their group, which set off an eruption of teasing from all sides.

You waved at the guys before gently ushering Mingyu off to have fun with the others, then settled on the couch beside Wonwoo. It just so happened to be the seat directly across from Jihoon.

“Y/N! You’re not really into the party scene. What made you come?” Soonyoung called out loudly. You shot him a questioning glance and laughed.

He knew you enjoyed a party every now and then, but then your eyes caught sight of Jihoon sitting next to him, and suddenly, you understood.

“You know I enjoy the occasional party, Soonyoung. Today’s no different—I just wanted to let loose a bit,” you replied, leaning forward on the couch to grab an empty red cup from the table. You filled it with whatever concoction was in the bowl nearby.

“Is this spiked, by the way? Don’t wanna end up drugged or anything,” you joked, raising an eyebrow. Wonwoo shook his head to signal that it was safe and that you trusted his judgment.

“Oh, and Y/N,” Jeonghan chimed in, “Jihoon here actually wanted to talk to you. Why don’t you two take a moment?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you realized this was your chance. Chan’s words echoed in your mind—a lot of people sought after you, but no one had ever really stood out—until now.

Jihoon caught your attention in a way that felt different, and with a little liquid courage in your system, you felt ready to take that first step. You were grateful for the alcohol, knowing that without it, you might’ve been a complete mess by now.

“Well, we’ll leave you two alone then,” Jeonghan smirked, causing you to flush. You noticed Jihoon looked just as flustered as your friends began to leave the room one by one.

An awkward silence settled between you, and you decided to make the first move, choosing to go with the flow.

After all, what did you have to lose—other than your dignity if Jihoon didn’t respond?

“I take it you’re not the most sociable type? Or a huge partygoer?” you chuckled awkwardly.

Jihoon chuckled too, nodding as he noticed your flustered demeanor. Just moments ago, you had seemed so confident, but now seeing you shy around him gave him a strange sense of comfort.

He wasn’t used to many women approaching him, especially since he had no experience in the dating scene. Soonyoung and Seungcheol had quite literally thrown him into the deep end.

Jihoon scratched the back of his neck nervously, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since the awkward silence.

"I guess you could say that," he said, his voice soft but a bit unsure.

"I’m more of a quiet type, not really into the whole party scene. But Soonyoung and Seungcheol… they’ve been pushing me to get out more. I’m not used to this kind of thing."

He gave you a small, sheepish smile, as if trying to lighten the moment. There was a warmth in his expression, a vulnerability that surprised you. It made you feel like you weren’t the only one navigating uncharted waters.

You couldn’t help but smile back, your own nervousness easing a little. "I get it. I’m not really a party person either," you replied with a chuckle.

"I like the idea of letting loose, but it always seems a bit overwhelming. I’m more of the 'quiet drink in the corner' type myself."

Jihoon laughed softly at that, the tension between you both melting away just a little bit more. It was strange, but in that moment, you both seemed to find common ground in your shared discomfort.

There was something about the way Jihoon looked at you now, something less guarded, as if he was starting to feel more comfortable.

"Yeah, I get what you mean," he said, his tone a little more relaxed.

"I’d rather be at home, with my laptop and music. At least there, I don’t have to deal with—" He paused for a moment, glancing around the chaotic party. "All this."

You laughed, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. There’s something peaceful about just being at home, away from all the noise. But hey, at least we’re both getting out, right?"

"True," Jihoon said with a smile that made your heart flutter. "I guess we’re both stepping out of our comfort zones."

You looked around for a moment, the buzz of the party now seeming a little more tolerable. "I wouldn’t say I’m exactly ‘stepping out’—more like ‘dragged out’," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jihoon chuckled at that, and you noticed how his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer than usual.

The playful banter seemed to ease the nerves you were both feeling. It was refreshing to talk to someone who understood that sometimes, a quiet escape was more appealing than all the loud distractions in the world.

As if to prove his point, Jihoon glanced toward the dance floor, where his friends were causing even more chaos, and let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

"I swear, they get louder every time. I feel like I might go deaf just by being around them."

You laughed at that, and before you knew it, you were both talking more comfortably, sharing little details about yourselves. You were beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, this night wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought.

"By the way," Jihoon said after a beat, suddenly looking a little hesitant again.

"I hope I’m not being too forward, but… if you’re not busy later, maybe we could grab a drink or something? I mean, I know this place is kind of… well, loud, but it could be nice to talk more, you know?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, and you tried to hide your surprise with a smile. "Yeah," you replied, a little more confidently than you felt. "I’d like that."

The moment hung between you two, and for the first time that night, the noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet connection.

The next day, you found yourself sitting with Mingyu and Seungkwan at a quiet café, the bright morning sun filtering through the windows.

You had been eager to tell Mingyu about your interaction with Jihoon the night before, especially after how much your friends had teased you about it.

Seungkwan, ever the curious one, was also there, sipping his coffee with a raised eyebrow, clearly interested in hearing what had happened.

"So," Mingyu started, leaning forward with a grin.

"How was last night? Did you end up talking to Jihoon like you said you would?" He shot you a knowing look, clearly trying not to make it too obvious that he was playing matchmaker in his own way.

You chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish at the memory.

"Yeah, we actually did talk. I mean, it wasn’t anything super exciting or dramatic, but we had a decent conversation. He's... surprisingly easy to talk to, you know?"

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I thought Jihoon was like the silent, brooding type. What did you guys even talk about?"

You shrugged, a smile playing at your lips as you recalled the night.

"We mostly talked about how neither of us are really into the party scene. We ended up bonding over how much we’d rather stay home than deal with all the noise. It was actually kind of nice, just... quiet, you know?" You caught Mingyu’s knowing smirk and rolled your eyes.

"Stop it. I’m just saying we connected a little more than I expected."

Mingyu and Seungkwan exchanged a glance, and Seungkwan raised his cup in a mock toast. "Well, looks like you’re in the clear then. It’s not every day someone gets Jihoon out of his shell."

"Right?" You laughed, trying not to let your excitement show too much. "I didn’t expect it either. But I guess he’s not as intimidating as I thought."

Just as Seungkwan was about to say something else, your phone buzzed on the table. You grabbed it, expecting a random message, but when you saw the name on the screen, your heart skipped a beat.

It was Jihoon.

Hey, it’s Jihoon. I got your number from Cheol. Would you be free to hang out after your classes are done today?

You couldn’t help but smile as you read the message. Your friends were watching you closely, no doubt noticing the shift in your demeanor.

"You okay there, Y/n?" Mingyu asked, a teasing grin on his face. "Something got you smiling like that?"

You bit your lip, quickly typing out a reply, trying not to let your excitement show too much. Sure, I’d like that. I finish class around 4. How about then?

As you hit send, you glanced up at your friends. Seungkwan was grinning widely, clearly having caught onto what was happening. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "Looks like someone’s got a date on their hands."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips.

"We’re just hanging out," you said, trying to play it cool. "But yeah, I guess we’ll see how it goes."

Mingyu raised his cup again, his grin widening. "You know, I always knew Jihoon had it in him. I’m just glad someone finally got him to make a move. Let’s see where this goes."

You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the thought. Jihoon had actually asked you to hang out. After everything that had happened last night, this felt like the beginning of something new—and you were more than curious to see where it would lead.

The afternoon passed in a blur, and as soon as your last class ended, you hurriedly made your way back to your apartment to get ready for your date with Jihoon. You were a bit nervous but also excited—this was a new experience for both of you, and the idea of spending time together in a more intimate setting had you feeling hopeful.

As you walked into your apartment, you were greeted by the sound of music blaring from the living room. Yerin, your roommate, was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

“Whoa, slow down there!” Yerin called out with a teasing grin as she looked up from her phone. “A date tonight? Are you rushing to see him or something?” She raised an eyebrow and put down her phone, clearly enjoying the playful jab.

You froze for a second, a flush creeping up your neck. “I’m not rushing! I just... want to look good, okay?” You quickly grabbed your clothes for the evening from your closet, trying to brush off Yerin’s teasing.

Yerin sat up on the couch and leaned forward with a sly smile.

“Uh-huh, sure. You know, I was starting to wonder if Jihoon was actually real or if he was just a figment of your imagination. But now it looks like you’re actually getting ready for him.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Shut up, Yerin. I’m just trying to make sure everything goes well tonight.”

Yerin laughed, crossing her arms. “I’ll be here, waiting to hear all the details when you get back! I’m expecting the full scoop.”

You quickly finished getting ready, making sure to choose a stylish but comfortable outfit. You knew Jihoon wasn’t exactly the flashy type, so you opted for something that felt both casual and a little special.

Once you were done, you grabbed your bag and walked out of your room. As you stepped out into the living room, Yerin was still lounging on the couch, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“I’m serious, I want the full report later,” she called as you made your way to the door. “Have fun, and don’t forget to text me when you’re on your way back!”

You chuckled, throwing her a playful wave before stepping out the door.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Jihoon was already waiting for you outside. He looked a little nervous but also endearingly handsome, standing there in a smart button-up and dark jeans. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and his expression softened into a smile.

“Hey,” Jihoon greeted, stepping forward. “I hope this place is okay. I figured it might be more... private for our first time hanging out like this.”

You smiled back, feeling a surge of affection for how thoughtful he was. “It looks perfect. Very cozy, just what I needed after a long day.” You gently bumped your shoulder against his as you greeted him.

Jihoon seemed to hesitate for a moment, then reached into his bag and pulled out a small bouquet of red roses. Your heart skipped a beat as he offered them to you, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“I... I thought these might brighten your day.”

You were momentarily taken aback by the gesture. Jihoon wasn’t the most outwardly romantic person, but the red roses made it clear how much he was putting himself into this. “Jihoon, these are beautiful. Thank you,” you said, your voice softer than usual.

“Of course,” Jihoon mumbled, his ears tinged with pink. “I wanted to make tonight a little special.”

You took the flowers, your heartwarming at the gesture. "You definitely did."

Jihoon led you into the restaurant, a sleek, modern spot known for its great ambiance and exquisite food. As you stepped inside, the dim lighting, soft music, and cozy atmosphere made it feel like the perfect setting for a first date. You quickly spotted the table he had reserved, a secluded spot with a view of the rest of the restaurant.

You sat down, and for a moment, there was a brief, awkward silence.

"So," you started, trying to ease the tension, "you’ve clearly got some taste. This place is nice."

Jihoon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I actually googled a few places... and picked one that looked like it wouldn't make me look too much like a rookie. Not that I’m exactly experienced in this stuff," he admitted with a sheepish smile.

You couldn’t help but smile at his honesty. "Don’t worry, Jihoon. I’m definitely not an expert either. We’re both figuring this out, right?"

Jihoon nodded, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and nervousness.

"Yeah, we’re in this together."

The waiter approached, and after a brief moment of looking over the menu, you and Jihoon placed your orders. As the waiter left, Jihoon met your gaze again, his expression softening.

"So," he said, leaning in a little, his tone quieter now, "what’s been keeping you busy lately? Besides... school, obviously."

You laughed softly, feeling more comfortable now that the initial awkwardness had passed. "Honestly? Between classes and spending time with friends, I’ve just been trying to make some time for myself. It’s been a lot of balancing everything, you know?"

Jihoon nodded, his eyes reflecting a deeper understanding.

"Yeah, I get that. I’ve been stuck in my routine lately, just going to class, the gym, and back home. It feels like the same thing every day, so I figured... maybe it was time to break out of that a little."

You smiled, a soft laugh escaping you. "Well, you definitely made the right decision tonight. It’s nice to step out of the routine every once in a while."

Jihoon smiled back, his gaze lingering on you longer than usual. "Yeah. And I’m glad it’s with you."

The words hung in the air between you, but instead of making things feel heavy, they only added to the warmth between you both. Just then, the waiter arrived with your drinks, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics as the evening progressed.

As the weeks passed, Jihoon and you began to fall into a comfortable routine.

After each of your classes, you’d find yourself grabbing a quick bite to eat at the diner near campus, or sometimes just walking home together, talking about everything from random observations to deeper conversations about life.

 It had started off a bit awkward, but now, it felt effortless, like you had both found something meaningful in the mundane moments.

Jihoon was starting to appreciate the routine. It wasn’t something that had ever appealed to him before—he’d always been the kind to keep to himself, going through the motions of class, gym, and home without seeking much beyond that. But with you, he found himself looking forward to these little moments. 

He loved hearing about your day, even the small things you thought were unimportant. Your laughter became a highlight of his afternoon, and as silly as it might’ve sounded, he loved walking beside you, his hand brushing against yours as you talked.

One particular day, after a long class, Jihoon met you outside the building, your usual spot. His eyes softened when he saw you, and despite the crowds, he only had eyes for you. You were wearing a loose sweater and jeans, your hair tucked into a messy bun, looking effortlessly cute.

“Hey, ready to go?” Jihoon asked, offering you a small smile. You nodded, pulling your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, just finished my last lecture. Let’s get food, I’m starving.”

“Same here,” Jihoon replied, glancing down at his phone. “How about that diner? I’m craving their fries today.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder as the two of you started walking. “You and your fries. But sure, that works for me.”

The walk to the diner was filled with comfortable conversation, the two of you easily slipping into familiar banter.

As you entered the diner, you found your usual booth by the window and sat down, already chatting about how your day had gone. Jihoon, for the first time in a while, felt completely at ease.

Then as you two dug into your food, Jihoon noticed something he hadn’t before—how he found himself looking forward to this part of his day.

He was actually looking forward to seeing you, to sharing these moments. And it wasn’t just about the food or the walk anymore; it was about spending time with you.

Later that week, Soonyoung, who had been hanging out with Jihoon more recently, couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in his friend’s behavior.

Jihoon, who used to brush off talks about relationships or showing any kind of emotion, had been smiling more, his mood noticeably lighter. Soonyoung wasn’t exactly one to shy away from calling things as they were, and it didn’t take long for him to notice what was happening.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Soonyoung asked one day, leaning against the doorframe of Jihoon’s room, a teasing smile on his face.

Jihoon, who had been lounging on his bed with his laptop open, looked up in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re different,” Soonyoung said, crossing his arms. “You’re actually smiling. You’re not as... grumpy anymore. Did you get a new pet or something?”

Jihoon chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no new pet. Just... you know. Life’s good.”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming. “Uh-huh. So, it’s ‘life’s good,’ huh? Is this about Y/n?”

Jihoon froze for a second, his eyes widening. He wasn’t exactly trying to keep things a secret, but Soonyoung was quick to catch on. “What?” Jihoon tried to brush it off, but it was no use.

“I knew it,” Soonyoung said, grinning. “You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

Jihoon let out a frustrated sigh, but a soft smile tugged at his lips. “It’s not like that. We’ve just been hanging out a lot lately. I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Oh, please,” Soonyoung laughed, throwing himself onto Jihoon’s bed.

“I’ve known you long enough to tell when you’re crushing on someone. You’ve been acting differently, Jihoon. You actually care about your schedule now. You used to skip meals like it was nothing, but now I see you going to class early, and I even saw you texting Y/n before your last lecture yesterday.”

Jihoon felt his cheeks heat up. “Okay, okay, you got me. But it’s not a big deal.”

Soonyoung sat up, his grin never fading. “You’re so obvious, man. You’re just making it worse by trying to act like it’s nothing. Just admit it: you like her.”

Jihoon sighed but couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face.

“Fine, I like her. Happy now?”

Soonyoung let out a dramatic gasp. “I knew it! Jihoon’s got a crush! You two are so cute. But seriously, don’t mess it up.”

Jihoon ran a hand through his hair, the smile still on his face. “I’m trying not to. It’s just... I’ve never really done this before, you know?”

Soonyoung patted Jihoon’s back. “It’s all good. Just take it easy. You’re doing fine. Just keep being yourself.”

As the conversation ended, Jihoon found himself thinking about how much he had changed over the past few weeks.

He wasn’t just going through the motions anymore; he was actually living, enjoying these moments with you. And he couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—there was something more to explore between the two of you.

It was a Friday night, and you were at your apartment with Yerin and Jennie, sprawled across your couch with snacks, blankets, and plenty of gossip.

The three of you had been best friends for what felt like forever, and sleepovers were a tradition. You’d all gathered to catch up, share some laughs, and spill some tea—this time, about your not-so-secret crush.

Yerin was curled up with her phone, scrolling through TikTok, while Jennie, ever the gossip queen, was snuggled under a blanket beside you, eagerly waiting for you to spill the details.

“So,” Jennie said, raising an eyebrow and giving you a mischievous smile. “How’s Jihoon? Been seeing each other a lot lately?”

You paused for a moment, unsure if you were ready to admit just how much you liked him yet. But you knew your best friends well, and there was no point in holding back.

They’d seen you go through a million crushes, and they weren’t about to let you keep this one under wraps for long.

“I mean…” you began, glancing at Yerin for support, “It’s been nice, really nice. We’ve been hanging out a lot lately—like, almost every day after class.”

Jennie’s eyes immediately widened. “Wait, what? Every day? Are you telling me that you two have become, like, regulars at that diner near campus?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” you chuckled. “We get dinner there after classes, talk about anything and everything. It’s kind of become our thing.”

Yerin, who had been half-paying attention, looked up from her phone at the mention of Jihoon. “Wait a second, hold on. I thought Jihoon was this… grumpy, antisocial guy. You know, the one who never really goes out?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too,” you said with a small laugh. “But honestly? I think he’s just been waiting for the right person. And I guess… maybe I’m that person.”

Jennie grinned widely, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. “Oh my god, I knew it! I saw the way you two were around each other last time, and I was like, ‘Something’s going on here.’ You two just click.”

Yerin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, how does he feel about you? You’ve been spending all this time with him. Have you two… talked about anything serious yet?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the fluttering in your chest as you thought about Jihoon.

“We haven’t really defined anything yet. I think we’re both just taking things slow. But honestly, I feel like there’s a connection there, something real.”

Yerin smiled knowingly, setting her phone down. “I can tell you like him, Y/n. And I’m glad he’s making you happy. Just make sure to take it slow and enjoy the ride. You don’t have to rush into anything.”

Jennie, ever the romantic, added, “Yeah, but also, when are you two going to make it official? I’m dying to hear how this all goes down.”

You laughed, brushing your hair out of your face. “I don’t know if we’re at that point yet. We’re still just figuring things out.”

“Right, right,” Jennie teased. “But I know how you are, Y/n. You’re gonna make him fall for you, and it’s going to be cute. You two are a total power couple in the making.”

You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you appreciated their support. “I’m just trying to enjoy these moments with him right now. But… I don’t know. I think I’m starting to like him more than I expected.”

Yerin leaned back, resting her head on the pillow, clearly satisfied with the conversation.

“You’re allowed to like him, Y/n. Honestly, I think Jihoon’s a good match for you. He’s different from the guys you usually go for. He seems like he genuinely cares.”

Jennie gave a dramatic sigh. “I’m already calling dibs on being your maid of honor whenever you two get married.”

Yerin snorted, throwing a pillow at Jennie. “Are you trying to jinx it already? Slow down, lovebird.”

You laughed, feeling a warmth in your chest as your best friends teased you. It felt good to talk about Jihoon, to let someone else in on what you were feeling. It was different from all the other crushes you’d had, and you knew that it was only the beginning of something special.

But for now, you were content to take it one step at a time, with your friends by your side and Jihoon slowly making his way into your heart.

After a long and stressful week of finals, you were finally free. The relief that flooded over you was immense, and the anticipation of meeting Jihoon made it even sweeter.

You had both been texting throughout the week, but with finals consuming all of your time, you hadn't been able to meet up. Tonight, though, was different.

Jihoon had messaged you earlier, asking if you wanted to meet up once you were done with everything. You could already feel the excitement building in your chest.

As you walked out of the library, the crisp night air greeted you, and your phone buzzed in your pocket. Jihoon’s message appeared on the screen:

Jihoon: "Hey, I was thinking we could grab dinner. You deserve a break after finals. I’ll meet you at that place we like near campus, yeah?"

You smiled at the message and quickly typed back:

You: "Sounds perfect. I’ll be there in 15 minutes."

You quickly made your way to the restaurant, the weight of finals lifting off your shoulders with each step.

When you arrived, you spotted Jihoon waiting for you outside, his usual shy smile lighting up his face as soon as he saw you. He looked great, as always, but there was something about him tonight—something more confident, like he had been looking forward to this just as much as you had.

“Hey,” you greeted, your voice already filled with warmth.

“Hey, Y/n. How was the last exam?” Jihoon asked, his voice a little more relaxed than usual, but still filled with genuine interest.

“It was tough, but I’m just happy it’s over. I could finally breathe,” you said with a smile.

Jihoon chuckled softly, pushing open the door to the restaurant and letting you go in first. The place was cozy, with dim lighting and soft jazz music playing in the background.

You’d been here a few times before, and it always felt like the perfect spot to relax and enjoy good food.

“So, what’s the plan now that finals are done?” Jihoon asked as you both sat down. He’d already taken the liberty of ordering a drink for you, something you’d mentioned you liked in passing weeks ago. It was a small gesture, but one that made your heart flutter.

“Honestly, I just want to take it easy and catch up with you,” you said, your voice gentle. “I’ve missed this.”

Jihoon smiled, and you could tell he felt the same. “Same here. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

After you both ordered your meals, the conversation flowed effortlessly. It was easy with Jihoon, like you didn’t have to worry about the awkward pauses or overthinking what you said. It just felt natural.

You talked about how your finals had gone, the stress, and everything in between. Jihoon, despite his quiet nature, opened up more than usual, and you could tell the weight of the past week had lifted from his shoulders as well.

As the evening went on, Jihoon casually leaned back in his chair and seemed to hesitate for a moment, almost as if gathering his thoughts. You didn’t mind the pause, enjoying the quiet comfort of just being in each other’s company.

“I know we’ve been through a lot recently with exams and everything, but… I’ve been thinking about something,” Jihoon began, his voice soft.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?”

Jihoon took a deep breath, and you could see the hint of nervousness in his expression. “I’ve really enjoyed these past few weeks with you, Y/n. More than I expected, honestly. I know we’re both busy, but I want to see you more. Not just as a friend… but as something more.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. “Jihoon…”

He smiled shyly. “I’m not good with words, but… I really like you. A lot. I want to be with you. Would you be my girlfriend?”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the realization hitting you hard. You had felt the same way, but hearing him say it out loud made everything feel more real.

A smile spread across your face as you reached out, taking his hand across the table. “Yes, Jihoon. I’d love to.”

The relief on his face was instant, and you could see the happiness in his eyes. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.”

And in that moment, with the lights of the restaurant casting a soft glow around you, everything felt right. It was the perfect end to a stressful week—and the beginning of something even more beautiful.

After dinner, Jihoon suggested that you both head to his place. He had mentioned before that he had a small studio where he worked on his music, and tonight, it seemed like the perfect time to finally show you what he’d been working on.

“You know, I was thinking of taking you to my studio,” Jihoon said as you walked side by side toward his apartment building. “I’ve been working on something… and I think it’s time I share it with you.”

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Something? What is it?”

Jihoon just smiled, his gaze a little more secretive. “You’ll see.”

Once you arrived at his place, Jihoon led you up to the small studio in the corner of the building. The space was cozy, but you could immediately tell it was filled with character.

There were posters of old-school musicians on the walls, a few vintage records stacked neatly in one corner, and the warm light from a desk lamp illuminated a red guitar leaning against a chair.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Jihoon said, gesturing to the couch. “I’ll just grab my guitar.”

You sat down, looking around the room, the quiet hum of anticipation settling in your chest. Jihoon moved around the room, picking up the guitar and tuning it for a moment before sitting down beside you.

His fingers brushed the strings, testing them one last time, before he looked at you, his expression soft and sincere.

“I wrote this song a while ago,” Jihoon began, his voice low, almost as if he were gathering courage. “And honestly, I didn’t know if I would ever share it with anyone. But when I started to really think about it, I realized… you’re the inspiration for it. I wanted to play it for you.”

You watched him, your heart already fluttering. “Jihoon…”

With a soft breath, he started playing, the chords flowing from the guitar as if they had been meant for this moment. The melody was gentle at first, and as he sang the lyrics, his voice blended effortlessly with the soothing tune.

It was clear that every word was carefully chosen, every note filled with emotion. And as the song progressed, you could feel the weight of his words hitting deep.

The lyrics were simple but beautiful, each line a reflection of how Jihoon saw you—his "ruby"—his muse, his heart’s desire.

As the last note faded, Jihoon set the guitar down beside him and looked at you, his eyes slightly unsure. “I… I know it’s a lot, but I wanted you to hear it. Because you’re the one who inspired it.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in everything—the song, his vulnerability, and the realization that Jihoon had really opened up to you in a way he hadn’t with anyone else. It took you a second to gather your thoughts, but when you finally spoke, your voice was soft, filled with sincerity.

“That was beautiful, Jihoon,” you whispered, your heart swelling. “I can’t believe you wrote that for me.”

Jihoon’s expression softened, and for a moment, he looked a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know how to tell you. But now, I guess there’s no hiding it anymore.”

You smiled, reaching out to touch his hand. “I’m really glad you did.”

There was a brief silence, but this time it was comfortable, filled with the weight of the connection you shared. Jihoon looked at you, his eyes full of warmth and something deeper. It was clear to you now—he had fallen for you, and he had done it in the most beautiful way possible.

After a few beats, Jihoon spoke again, his voice quiet but steady.

“You know,” he began, his tone playful but filled with sincerity, “you really have a way of turning my entire routine upside down.”

You raised an eyebrow, still feeling the warmth of the music and his words. “Oh really? What do you mean by that?”

Jihoon chuckled softly, the sound low and comfortable.

“I mean, my life was pretty predictable before you came around. Gym, classes, music, rinse and repeat. But now, it’s like—” he trailed off for a second, gathering his thoughts, “—I actually look forward to getting out of bed in the morning, you know? To seeing you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Oh, so I’m just some distraction now, huh? Are you telling me I’ve become the highlight of your boring routine?”

Jihoon’s eyes softened, a smile curling at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping just a little. “If that makes me sound like I’m complaining, then yes. You’re the perfect distraction. The best one I never knew I needed.”

You let out a small laugh, not able to hide how happy that made you feel. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or worried.”

“You should definitely feel flattered,” Jihoon teased, tapping the back of his hand against your knee. “But seriously, I’m really glad you’re in my life now. It’s like... you’ve made everything a little more exciting.”

You met his gaze, the playful air between you both still hanging, but something deeper flickered in his eyes now—something genuine, something real.

“Well, I’m glad I’m not just some distraction then,” you said, shifting slightly to face him fully. “And here I thought you were going to tell me I was ruining your carefully planned life.”

Jihoon chuckled, shaking his head. “No way. I never knew how much I needed this kind of chaos until you showed up.”

There was a brief pause, and then Jihoon leaned in a little closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know, it’s nice having someone who actually doesn’t mind the mess I call my life.”

“Well, good thing I’m here then,” you replied with a wink. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jihoon smiled, a mix of playfulness and tenderness in his expression. “Good. Because I kind of like this version of my life now. With you in it.”

With that, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and as he did, you both shared a quiet moment, the atmosphere charged with the kind of ease that came only with truly being yourselves around each other.

The hum of his guitar, still resting by his side, seemed to match the rhythm of the moment. And as Jihoon leaned back into his seat, he added with a cheeky grin, “Also, just so you know… if you ever need a song to get stuck in your head, you’ve got the perfect one now.”

You laughed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “Yeah, I think that’s gonna be stuck in my head for a while. Especially when it’s your fault.”

Jihoon’s grin widened. “You’re welcome,” he teased.

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[sweetiesicheng]

mingyu - lights out

word count : 565

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suddenly, the lights flicker a few times before turning off. you look out the window and notice that the power is out everywhere. a few lights linger, most likely being batter powered items or generators kicking in for certain buildings.

"oh come on!" you hear mingyu shout from the kitchen. you leave the bedroom and find him standing in the dark.

"everything okay?" you ask him.

"yea, i'm fine. it's just the stove is off," he mentions, turning the stove knob, "it’s fine. i was going to cook something else, but this will have to do.”

"put the lid on, that should help," you say to him. you grab your phone off of a charger in the living room and turn the flashlight on. you walk over to mingyu and shine the light towards the stove. "y/n's light service is here to help you!" you announce.

mingyu smiles with a chuckle, "oh thank you so much y/n from y/n's light service. mingyu's food service will be done in a few moments.

"isn't this the second time the power has gone off this week?" you question.

"has it? you've been home more than me this week," mingyu says and moves the pot to the table.

you nod, "yea, this is the second time. maybe there's something wrong," you say and go to the table. "can you hand me a water bottle?" you ask.

"oh, sure," mingyu replies. he opens the fridge and grabs a water bottle. "catch," he says before tossing the bottle to you.

you catch the bottle and place it on top of the flashlight on your phone. the light reflects in the water to sort of make a makeshift lamp. it illuminates enough so you roughly see the kitchen, but it's still dark around the condo.

mingyu brings over some side dishes and extra small bowls.

"the stuff in the freezer should be fine, right?" you ask mingyu.

"huh? yea, just don't open it. the fridge should be fine too, that is, if the power comes back on soon. if not, then we're probably gonna have a lot to throw away tomorrow," mingyu says and sits down across from you. "i like the light," he comments about the water bottle sitting on your phone.

"better than nothing," you reply to him. "you know what, i bet it's because of the weather. with all of the rain we've been getting lately," you say to him as he starts taking a portion of noodles from the pot. "but this is taking awhile for the power to come back on," you comment.

"it'll probably come back on soon. probably just a little hiccup," he says to you.

"mm. you're right," you say and put a portion of noodles into your bowl. "thanks for cooking."

"oh, this was nothing. we're lucky that this didn't take too long to cook," he replies. "and thank you to y/n from y/n's light service for providing a light for tonight’s dinner," he says with a smile, nodding his head towards the water bottle that's still on top of your phone.

you laugh, "of course. and thank you to mingyu from mingyu's food service for providing tonight's dinner," you say. both of you laugh together.

"you're cute," mingyu comments.

"you're cuter," you say to him.

"you're cutest. boom, i win."

"oh whatever mingyu from mingyu's food service."

[zeroseuniverse]

Spare The Theatrics

Word Count: 697 Summary: "Shh." Minghao raised a finger to his lips, his eyes sliding closed. "I’m taking a nap." Pairing: Minghao X fem reader

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It had been a long, exhausting day. The group had been running around town for hours, dodging crowds, and tackling every errand on their list. By the time they made it to the final stop—a crowded shopping mall—Minghao was done. He had reached his breaking point.

“Okay. I’m... done,” he muttered under his breath, his voice flat as he slumped dramatically onto the nearest bench. “Yeah. Go on without me. I live here now.”

She turned around, surprised to find Minghao completely sprawled out on the bench like he was setting up camp for the next century. His bag was half-open beside him, a few stray items scattered on the ground like he’d just thrown everything away in frustration.

“Wait, what?” she said, her hands on her hips as she stared at him. “You’re serious? We’re like five minutes from the exit!”

He shrugged, looking up at her with exaggerated indifference. “Too bad. This mall is my new home. The food court’s over there. I’ll be fine.”

She blinked, trying to process the situation. Minghao, who was typically calm and collected, now looked like an overdramatic mess. “Minghao, you’re embarrassing me,” she groaned, her cheeks burning in a mix of secondhand embarrassment and amusement.

"Shh." Minghao raised a finger to his lips, his eyes sliding closed. "I’m taking a nap."

“You can't nap in the middle of the mall!” she hissed. “People are staring!”

He cracked one eye open, blinking slowly at her. “Let them stare. This is a public space, after all.” His words slurred slightly, as if he was genuinely about to drift off right there on the bench. “I’m living my best life.”

She sighed, placing her hands on her hips in an attempt to rally him. “Seriously, Minghao. We’ve been out all day. We’re going home now.”

But Minghao only mumbled in response, “Shh… it’s so comfortable here. I’m gonna buy a pillow later.” He then shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable on the bench, fully prepared to settle in for the long haul.

“I can’t believe you…” She muttered to herself, both amused and exasperated. She glanced around the mall. There were a few people trying to pretend they hadn’t noticed Minghao’s theatrical display, but the truth was, they were all watching him.

She bent down to his level, her face just inches from his. “Minghao…” she whispered, as if she were trying to rouse him from some sort of deep slumber.

His eyes popped open immediately, looking up at her with an innocent expression. “What?”

She stared at him, realizing that it would be impossible to get him up in this state. “Are you really just going to nap here?”

Minghao blinked at her again, his eyes still half-closed, as if he was trying to keep the exhaustion at bay for just a moment longer. “Mmhmm… No one will miss me. I'll be right here. You can come visit me whenever you want.”

And just like that, Minghao closed his eyes again and snuggled further into his pretend bed. She stood there for a moment, then sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

"You're unbelievable," she muttered. She turned to walk off, but before she could take more than a few steps, Minghao’s voice called out from behind her.

“Babe.”

She turned around, crossing her arms, waiting for him to make some kind of profound statement. Minghao was still lying flat on his back, eyes wide open now, an expression of slight concern on his face.

“Did you remember to grab me a snack while you’re out?”

She stared at him blankly. “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m serious. A nap is always better with snacks,” he said, giving her a lazy smile.

“You’re hopeless,” She said, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Minghao just winked at her, still laying there on the bench, living his best life.

As she made her way to the exit, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Only Minghao could turn a simple trip to the mall into a full-on dramatic event. But deep down, she knew he’d be waiting for her with the same goofy grin the moment she came back.

[imloyaltoscoups]

i can fly | kwon soonyoung

You’re in the bathroom, the warm steam curling around you as you kneel by the bathtub, washing Hoshi’s hair. He lays back, the curve of his neck resting on the edge of the tub, eyes closed, a serene smile playing on his lips. The sound of the running water mingles with your voice as you scold him gently.

“I can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to try and jump that fence, you're not Latte for god’s sake,” you say, working the shampoo into his hair with firm, yet gentle, fingers. “What were you thinking?”

He laughs, a light, carefree sound that echoes off the tiles. “I wasn’t thinking,” he admits, his eyes opening to look at you with that mischievous sparkle. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Fun? You could have broken something!” you retort, though your tone is softened by affection. “Honestly, Soonyoung, sometimes I wonder how you’ve made it this far without getting yourself killed.”

Hoshi grins, tilting his head back a bit more, his damp hair slick against his scalp. “I have you to take care of me,” he says, his voice playful and teasing. He pauses, then his eyes soften as they lock onto yours. “Can I get a quick peck? For being such a brave idiot?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “I agree you're an idiot but for being brave, not sure about that.”

He just laughs again, the sound pure and happy, and you lean down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed once more as you return to washing his hair, your hands moving gently massaging his scalp.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, almost as if to himself.

You shake your head, still smiling. “Just try not to do anything stupid again, okay?”

“No promises,” he replies, and you know he’s only half-joking.

You finish rinsing the last of the shampoo from Hoshi’s hair, the suds swirling down the drain. As you start to stand, he catches your arm, his grip gentle but insistent.

“Stay,” he says softly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of pleading and mischief.

You sigh, looking down at him with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. “Kwon Soonyoung, you know what happens when I get in there with you. We end up having sex, and I haven’t recovered from the last time. So no.”

He gives you that trademark grin of his, the one that usually melts your resolve. “But I’m injured,” he protests, pouting slightly. “I wouldn’t have the strength to make love anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Are you sure about that?”

He laughs, a little sheepishly this time. “Okay, maybe not entirely sure. But I promise to behave. I just want you close.”

You hesitate for a moment, the warmth of the bathroom and the sincerity in his eyes making it hard to refuse. But you know him too well.

“Soonyoung, your promises are about as reliable as your decision-making,” you say, but there's no real bite in your words.

He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Just this once? I won’t try anything, I swear.”

You let out a long sigh, giving in. “Fine. But if you try anything, I’m out.”

His face lights up with a smile as you carefully climb into the tub, settling beside him. True to his word, he simply wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “I just needed you here.”

You relax into his embrace, the water warm and soothing around you both. “You’re lucky I love you,” you say, closing your eyes.

“I know,” he replies softly, holding you a little tighter. "and I love you too."

....... ≿━━━༺HOSHI༻━━━≾ .......

[tusswrites]

Rockabye Baby (j.ww)

Wonwoo x fem!Reader

"First-time dad Wonwoo trying to navigate the ropes of parenting while missing you"

genre: fluff, humor; rating : 16+ word count: 2.1k warnings: none! credits: the littol menace @svtiddiess for helping me with the banner and beta reading author's note: this is set in the same universe as 'Bun In The Oven', but it can be read independently. written from wonwoo's pov! send an ask to be added to the tag list (better see an age in the bio)! tagging : @jenoslutie, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @gyubakeries , @skzbangchanniee, @ariananotgrandeee, @wonufos masterlist here, domestic seventeen masterlist here

If at first he fainted upon hearing the news of the soon-to-be arrival of his offspring, he is now beyond frantic, doom scrolling in the wee hours of the morning on Reddit through multiple ‘First Time Dad’ posts. When he thinks Y/N can’t hear him, he lifts her shirt and begins to talk to his baby, he cannot be caught alive thinking he believes that shit and lose his ‘macho man’ facade. All lies, Y/N can never sleep at night, and is desperately holding her giggles at her husband’s constant whining to their baby about how mean their mom is to him. 

His aunt has given him some herbal medicine that runs in the family, vital for new mothers and despite Y/N’s bemoaning, he holds her by the neck and forces that ‘disgusting shit’ down her throat. ‘It’s for the baby Y/N’ he reminds her for the umpteenth time although he gags a little at the odd smell, that stuff is not for him, no thank you. 

At work, he is frantic, nervous, and excited all in one. When Jeonghan caught him tearing up at the back of the makeup room, rocking himself, arms tightly wound around, trying to stop his steady flow of tears, he finally confesses that he doesn’t think he will be a good father. “I never cared for children much hyung, I don’t think I have those paternal instincts to look after a newborn. I am scared I will run out on my child.” He sobs into his hyung’s arms who holds him tight and consoles him.

 “When the little one comes, you will forget all your fears. You’re not the type of person to give up on something you care about, especially not your child.” Jeonghan rubs his back gently, trying to soothe his distress. “You may not feel ready now, but you’ll rise to the occasion. Every parent has doubts, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re not going to be an amazing dad. You’ll figure it out as you go, and your love for your child will guide you through it.”

 Wonwoo freaks out when his wife thinks she is some sort of daredevil, trying to climb on the countertop to grab a jar. “Are you crazy?” he shrieks out.

“I can’t always keep asking you to attend to every beck and call of mine. Besides, it’s not that high,” you try to reason with him, but he has no chill, pushing you gently toward the bedroom and getting you back in bed, propping your feet up on the extra set of cushions he ordered from Amazon just for you.

“I don’t care,” he counters firmly. “Until you pop out that baby, you are on lockdown. No leaving the bed, and absolutely no scaling countertops for a mason jar of pickles. I’ll get it for you—just call me. That’s why I took time off, so you don’t have to risk anything, especially not now,” he says, his voice steady but laced with concern. He smooths the blanket over you, making sure you're comfortable before settling beside you with a deep sigh.

It seems the baby isn’t the only thing he’s freaking out about—he’s also on high alert to make sure you’re okay, every step of the way. Why must you do dangerous acts this far in your pregnancy?

“I am pregnant Wonwoo, I can still walk and do things, ‘m not a doll.”

“Never said you can’t do things, baby,” he says softly, smoothing the crease in your brow with a gentle peck. “It’s just to reassure me, for my peace of mind. I don’t want you pulling any stuntwoman moves just days before Little Bun gets here. So please, for me, at least?”

He looks at you with those pleading eyes, the ones that always seem to get to you. Till the baby comes, he’s hopefully the cutest person you’ve ever seen, the one you can never say no to.

“Fine.” You huff out. “But grab me a jar of mayonnaise to go with the pickles.”

“Mayo-? With pickles? H-ho?” he sputters, absolutely stumped at your taste buds.

“Is there a problem Mr Jeon?” your brow is quirked, amusedly staring at your befuddled husband's face.

“No, no, stay right there. Mayonnaise with pickles coming right up,” he says, still in shock, but resigned. He silently prays that Little Bun arrives quickly, before his wife loses herself in yet another round of bizarre food combinations.

“And sprinkles too!” you holler from the bedroom, your voice carrying.

“Lord, give me strength,” Wonwoo mutters to himself, shaking his head as he makes his way to the kitchen, shuddering at the disgusting combo.

The day of your labor arrived very anticlimactically, if Wonwoo could call it that. There was no sudden gush of water, no dramatic screams or threats hurled at him. Just a quiet morning, like any other day. If not for him glued to your side, he daresay he might have missed it altogether. The moment you felt discomfort, he was already rushing you to the ER, completely ignoring your reassurances that it was just a false alarm.

He probably needed to celebrate this victory with a cake that said, “I Told You So,” because, yes, he was right—the little one did arrive that very day, though not without a few bumps along the way. None of the dad books had prepared him for the fact that the scrubs handed to him in the labor room were supposed to go over his clothes. After a certain amount of confused stripping, a shrieking nurse, and a hollering wife, he learned a very important lesson. There can only be one naked person in the OR—and that person was definitely not him.

The jitters came when his daughter came into the world, unperturbed and squinting angrily at him, like she didn’t want to be there. He can pity her sentiments. But the baby was not crying. Sure she was breathing, but where is that high-pitched wail the books taught him?

No amount of parenting manuals could prepare him for this moment, to see his little one clutching tightly to his pinky finger, staring at him with your eyes and his nose, and the feeling of love encompasses him. Is this someone he created? He holds you extra close, trying to hold the tears at bay. Gratitude, pure and raw, fills him—thankful for you, for this little one, for the family he has.

Some sort of humor is brought in by his mate Soonyoung who arrives at the hospital, all ready to see the newborn in a new tuxedo to make ‘ a good impression’ “This is a baby Soonie”. “First impressions matter Won-Won.” He leaves it at that, knowing deep down his mate's plan was to bag the ‘best uncle’ title.

It’s never without its mishaps however- he cannot understand the hospital staff when they give him the green light that it's time to go home. 

“Are you sure?” He persistently asks, there is no way he can ensure the safety of a being that came into the world just a few hours ago and now he is entrusted to make sure this thing is alive and flourish. What are they thinking?

Seeing that familiar tick of annoyance on your face, he supposes he has been asking that question way too many times and reluctantly picks up the baby carrier, although he is scared shitless, out of his mind with fear. He does not want to place the baby in a car seat, to your utter confusion.

“She was slimy and squiggly, what if she slid right out? He ponders. 

Assuring him that the baby will be “fine and protected,” and to further calm his nerves, you sit in the backseat too, keeping a watchful eye on your little one as Wonwoo starts the engine for the long drive home. He is not the only first-time parent here.

It took a whole day and a half before the secret was out in the open. “Wonwoo, I need to grab a bite, here hold Nabi for a second.” You hold the child in mid-air expectantly waiting for her father to pick her up.

“Just place her in the crib, she's safer there.” 

“Wons, that’s in the other room, what are you so afraid of holding your child?”

He waits for the realization to dawn on you. “Wait a minute, have you held her even once?”

“I brought her here in a baby carrier?”

I meant holding her Wonwoo, not in a carrier or rocking the crib.”

His guilty face speaks enough. “She’s just so tiny Y/N! And her head is wobbly. What if I drop her?” Why can’t you understand his sentiment? He will move heaven and earth for his daughter except maybe hold her and risk dropping her.

"Wonwoo, you're not going to drop her. Babies are fragile, but you're not going to break her just by holding her," you explain, taking a deep breath to stay patient with his nerves. You reach out, gently placing your hands on his shoulders, making him look at you. “Extend your arms”

He does, in slight trepidation.

“Wonwoo, Nabi is a full-grown newborn now, not a watermelon! Seriously, how small do you think she is? A little bigger gap won't hurt. Just trust yourself," you soothe, noticing his hesitation. 

Very gently, you place the tiny baby into his arms, and he holds his breath, afraid that if he so much as breathes, Nabi will blow away. This time, he cannot stop the tears that fall freely, privileged at the fact that she made him a father.

Yes, he knew about the lack of sleep and the constant need to change his baby. But what he did not know was that he would miss you this much. Around the clock, you both took shifts to watch the baby and rock the baby to sleep.But nothing prepared him for how much he’d miss you. The number of times he’s woken up in a state of panic because you weren’t there when he felt around to bring you closer and into his arms, only to be comforted when he switches on the night lamp and watches you half asleep, feeding his little girl. On tiptoes, he’ll pick his daughter up, the little gremlin who’s staring wide-eyed at him, and walk around the room with her, to give you a moment to rest. When you wake up in pursuit of your husband and child you see a snoring Wonwoo, holding little Nabi to his chest, both blissfully unaware of the mini heart attack they’d given you. 

Wonwoo has come to the conclusion that it's in those little moments—those quiet, fleeting moments—when he gets to have you all to himself. Three months after Nabi's arrival, he finally gets a taste of that luxury, when the little one is fast asleep, her soft breaths the only sound filling the room. Nabi is finally sticking to sleeping through the night, after listening to his fathers croons. When he returns to the living room, he finds you slumped against the couch, utterly exhausted. Your hair is stuck to your forehead, and the exhaustion is clear on your face, but there's something else there too—a quiet peace that tells him the chaos of midnight feedings and diaper changes has finally settled into a rhythm... for now. He’s not going to jinx it.

Silently moving you, hushing down your sleepy murmurs, gently lifting you, and placing you against his chest, he starts to rub your head in hopes you get back to sleep, a trick he learned early on to calm his daughter down. In this quiet, he can finally hear himself think, something he has never been able to do the past few months. His heart still thumps excitedly like it did the first time he laid eyes on you. To watch as the girl he once fell for, eons ago is now his wife and he gets to share a child with you, with the promise of having eternity by your side, he sleeps easy tonight, murmuring a quick ‘I love you’ and thank you’ as he places one more soft kiss on your cheek, forever elated that you’re his.

Alas, rest is not for the wicked. A sudden phone call on his cell has you both startled and wide awake as you rush to silence his phone.

“Why is it not on vibrate Wonwoo?” You start, angrily scrambling to sit on the phone in hopes of shutting it off, all rationality flying out the window in your sleep-deprived state.

“Shh, Nabi has still not woken up, which means she probably didn’t hear the phone ring,” he whispers as you both hold hands and painstakingly wait in agony for the jurisdiction of your child’s wailing. You are in luck, after all, she has still not woken up.

A glance at his phone has him jump up excitedly, “Yes, I won the bet to Mingyu, he owes me two tickets to see IU next month.” Unfortunately for him, his enthusiasm runs short tonight, for there comes the familiar cry from your baby’s room and a murderous look from you. “JEON WONWOO”

Uh.Oh.

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