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starmatzz ยท 3 months ago
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bf!yunho obsessed with touching you๐Ÿ–ค
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โ€œBabyโ€ฆโ€ you heard Yunho mumble as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying his damp hair.
You were already in bed, scrolling through your phone, but you glanced up for a moment.
Yunho was always the cutest when he was tiredโ€”soft, clingy, and completely obsessed with touching you in any way he could.
It didn't matter which body part it was; thighs, ass, waist..
But today's aim were your nipples.ย 
You felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight before his warm hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer.
His face nestled into your hair, and he inhaled deeply, letting out a low, satisfied groan.
Your back was to him, but you could still feel itโ€”those half-lidded eyes watching you, heavy with sleep and something softer.
Yunho hummed, his big palm moving up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.
His fingers kneaded the soft flesh absentmindedly, a slow, lazy touch. With a content sigh, he let his eyes flutter shut, completely at ease against you.
It wasnโ€™t anything overtly sexualโ€”just a quiet moment of intimacy, the kind that came naturally between you.
His thumb grazed over your clothed nipple, the light touch sending a subtle shiver through you as it hardened beneath the fabric.
A quiet hum of approval left his lips, and he lazily circled the sensitive bud with his fingertip, his movements slow and unhurried.
You didnโ€™t react muchโ€”just kept scrolling through your phone, perfectly content to let your boyfriend touch you however he pleased.
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dollerin ยท 2 months ago
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DIETPEPSI โ‹†หšเฟ” JWY
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ื‚ ึด ๐“Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘ . ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๏ผŽ๏ผŽ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—. โ€ข ๐ฉ. ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ!wooyoung ๐—‘ ๐‘“.๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐ . ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘”๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’, ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐“ˆ ๐ฐ. ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—… ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—, ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘. | ๐ƒ๐€๐ˆ๐‹๐˜ ๐‚๐‹๐ˆ๐‚๐Š.
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the radio was the only other sound playing in the background other than the occasional hums coming from wooyoung. you both were pressed against each other in the back of his corvette, lips attached to one another.
it was supposed to be a regular summer evening where you and your best friend went for a drive, blasting your music as loud as you could and living life like you were still teenagers. that was the plan, not this.
you knew this wasnโ€™t supposed to happen. friends arenโ€™t supposed to kiss. friends arenโ€™t supposed to touch each other the way wooyoung touched you. but neither of you could help it.
the kiss became more intense, wooyoung gripped the sides of your thighs, pulling you closerโ€”if that was even possible. his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, tasting the faint hint of diet pepsi youโ€™d been taking sips of only an hour ago.
โ€œwoo,โ€ you tried to say his name in between kisses, but he was too distracted. his lips traveled from your lips, to your cheek, and down to your neck within a few seconds.
โ€œw-wooyoung,โ€ you called him again, letting out a shaky breath. he hummed in response, lips attached to your neck, probably creating a mark.
your fingers tangled in the back of his long hair, gripping onto him like you were about to lose the last bit of sanity you had.
โ€œwe canโ€™t do this.โ€
โ€œwhy not?โ€
โ€œbecause weโ€™re friends.โ€
โ€œso what?โ€ he chuckled lowly, his hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together lightly, pulling you in for another kiss.
he pecked your lips once, โ€œfriendship wonโ€™t change the way i feel about you, love.โ€
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๐Ÿ’Œ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ something quick before i head to bed :p inspo by addison raeโ€™s โ€˜diet pepsiโ€™
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tangerineastronaut ยท 3 months ago
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can you do how they would be when your pregnant ot8
ATEEZ during your pregnancy โค๏ธŽ ot8
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Pairing: ot8 headcanons Genre: fluff, mentions of smut Requested: Yes w.c. 2.5k Warnings: pregnancy discussion, talk, sexual bits (not a whole lot of smut I promise) A/N: This took a surprisingly long amount of time I'm sorry!! I'm not sure if you meant ateez or not, I assumed so since that's what I've been posting recently. If not please send me an ask and I will do this for another group! Requests: Open (link below)
Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids
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๐Ÿ”žContent Below the Break๐Ÿ”ž
Hongjoong
The absolute worst (best)
Scolds you for "doing too much" aka walking up the stairs or picking up a gallon of milk.
Buys you the most expensive brand of prenatal vitamins despite your doctor insisting the cheap ones are fine
Checks on you via text every hour when he's not with you
^ and when he is with you
Is lowkey afraid of failure as a father, reads parenting articles
Sends you decaf coffee at work
Wants to feel your belly but won't unless you invite him to
Teary eyed when he feels the baby kick for the first time
Sampled the heartbeat at the ultrasound visit to use in a song
Writes letters to you and the baby and keeps them in a memory book for you to read later (but you don't know this)
Nursery is fully decked out and the baby already has a full wardrobe
Your crying makes him panic, he hates seeing you cry and will frantically try to soothe you every time
Is grossed out by your cravings but will get them for you anywayโ€”why do you have to crave vegetables?
Sex is soft and lazy in the best way
Side sex (think sunday morning sex except any day) >>>
Like imagine his chest against your back, his cheek against yours, one of his hands keeping your leg up so he has room to fuck you, asking if it feels good and if you're comfortable, except he's kind of whining and breathless ~
No pregnancy kink but thinks you're breathtaking, as always
^ even when you haven't showered, your legs are hairy, etc. He thinks you're a work of art
Plays music for you and the baby, asks what he/she responds to and makes note of it
Overprotective, does not like it when people touch you in general, let alone when you're pregnant
Visibly dies inside every time someone's hand goes to your belly without asking you firstโ€”would scold people if you'd let him
Posts photos of you each month documenting your pregnancy and leaving a words of appreciation for you
Keeps a copy of the ultrasound photo with him
May not have his hands on you 24/7, but he makes sure you know you're loved as well as the baby
Seonghwa
So freaking soft for you both
Loves babies anyway but your baby??
Him leaning against the headboard so you can lean against him, he'll curl his arms around you and rub your belly while you talk
Talks to the baby, even when you're asleep
"I can feel you kicking in there. Let's let mommy sleep, hm? She gets cranky at daddy when she's tired."
Watches parenting videos
Loves showering with you since you can't take baths
When you joke that there's not much room anymore he'll say he knows that and pulls you closer
Shaves your legs for you when it gets too difficult, even if you're too shy to ask him
Buys you gifts every time he gets something for the baby
"The mom group says it's important for me to make you feel as loved and wanted as the baby."
^ has joined mom groups on social media, because "dad groups are just full of men complaining"
Calls him/her 'the little one'
"How are you? How was the little one today?"
Isn't overprotective but has moments when he hovers
You don't mind
Sex is always slow and full of giggles and him reassuring you when you're out of breath
He likes you on your back so he can kiss you and keep pressure off of you, arms on either side of you to support his weight
Likes taking naps with you even though you're always napping due to exhaustion
^ rarely actually sleeps, just wants to be near you and the baby
Knows your cravings by heart
"Pickle juice and french fries? That's a new one."
His nesting is as bad as yours if not worse; you both frantically clean the house months before the baby arrives
Loves when you send him selfies/belly pics
Isn't fazed by your emotions, helps you work through them and validates you
"Being pregnant doesn't mean you aren't allowed to have feelings, pretty girl. I'm here."
Yunho
Probably the most excited externally
Loves rubbing your belly and watching the baby kick his hand
Unironically purchased the "I'm proof daddy doesn't play video games all the time" onesie
Brings you ice cream even if you don't ask for it
"I'm telepathically linked with our baby, he/she said they want ice cream. I don't make the rules, y/n."
p r e g n a n c y k i n k
"Look at you, so fucking pretty and full."
Sex is unbelievably gentle despite his filthy words
Won't put you on your back, likes to have you in his lap so he can do all the work
Likes taking you out and showing you off, even when you feel like a mess
Posts pictures of you constantly to the point where people joke he's running a y/n maternity account
Foot rubs
Sympathy pains
"Our heartburn is bad today. I want a cinnamon roll. With sprinkles."
Teases you relentlessly
"I'll race you to the kitchenโ€”oh yeah."
Handsy af but you don't mind
Walks up behind you to hold your belly
Sits up at night to rub it when the baby won't settle
He/she loves Yunho's voice and they begin kicking when he speaks
^ he uses this to his advantage
"Mommy's calling herself ugly again, I'm gonna need some backup from my internal ally."
Already 2 v 1 and the thing isn't even here yet
His google search history is worse than yours
^ "can pregnant women eat carrots"
"how long does pregnancy really last"
"how to make pregnant woman stop crying"
"why is my pregnant girlfriend crying"
"why am I crying"
"how to stop crying when your pregnant girlfriend cries"
Loves when people ooh and awe over you; beams and grins like an idiot bc you're his and he put the baby in you.
Yeosang
Seems calm
Is not calm
Is just as protective/concerned as Hongjoong but is so quiet about it you don't even notice
You haven't lifted a grocery bag since he found out about your pregnancy
Has the dates of your appointments memorized
No one touches the belly. He doesn't even say anything to anyone. They just don't.
Does little things to make sure you're extra comfortable, bought you a pregnancy pillow
Whispers to your belly
^ "I'm afraid my voice will scare the baby. I'll just whisper."
Pouts if the baby won't kick for him
You: "Please, Yeosang, for the millionth time fetuses cannot choose favorites! Our baby loves you, I promise!"
King of pregnancy cravings
2 a.m. runs to the convenience store because you want some strawberry milk
Forehead kisses with a hand on your belly >>>
Will literally get on his knees for a chat with him/her
Like imagine looking down and seeing this man smiling up at you, both hands on your tummy with so much love in his eyes I justโ€”
His calm facade dissolves when you cry
It physically hurts him to see you break down and he will do all he can to help you
Talks about you nonstop and your symptoms, experiences, etc literally to anyone with ears
Signs you both up for a parenting class
Cannot believe how horny you are, but is happy to help
^ a little afraid of you tbh but still very much in love
Like Hongjoong, prefers side sex so he can still be close to you
Also loves foreplay/eating you out even more now because of how sensitive you are
Ultrasound visits/pics make him choked up though he tries to hide it
His brain has not processed the fact that his baby is literally inside of you
It isn't going to fully sink in until there's a baby in his arms
^ is never going to put him/her down
San
Proud Dadโ„ข
Is excited, but calm
Similar to Yeosang but not as intense
^ still protective, but doesn't mind when people touch your belly as long as they ask first
Buys two copies of baby books for you both to read at the same time
Posts pictures of your pregnancy journey with quotes or long paragraphs about how beautiful you are
lowkey pregnancy kink?
Cautious
Armchair sex/you in his lap - super slow and soft
Loves showering with you after to hold you and massage your back/shoulders
Doesn't necessarily treat you like you'll break but is still very gentle with you
Hugs are softer, he doesn't squeeze as tight, likes to hug you from behind and look over you to see what you're doing
Touches your belly in a reassuring way, likes to brush his hand against it and feel the baby's reaction
Does it in public probably the most of the members, though it's not really intentional
His hands used to go to your waist and now they go to your bump ~
Doesn't talk to the baby as much as he sings to him/her
Is way too excited to take maternity photos
Gets caught staring at you by literally everyone
Does not care
Thinks you hung the stars
Loooooves being snuggled in bed with you with your bump between you, rubbing your belly and whispering as though the baby is sleeping
Is very expressive about his fears/doubts and wants you to be as well
Blushes when people call him daddy
Blushes harder when you call him daddy
Pretty calm when it comes to your emotions, will just go with the flow and give you what you need, whether that's space, affection, or food
secretly hopes you want another one
Mingi
When I tell you this man is terrified
Does not think he can care for a baby despite your reassurance
Asks all the questions
"I mean, how do we know when it's done? You know, like, cooked all the way?"
Oddly protective despite his fears
Does not like anyone touching your belly
Any time someone comments on your size/roundness/etc he's ready to throw hands, does not care if it's the ajummaย two doors down from you
You: "Mingi for the love of god, I have told you, you cannot threaten people."
"She threatened you first!"
You: "She just said I look ready to pop??"
Horny af and has a pregnancy kink but will not initiate sex
You have to beg, and even then it's like ~
"No I mean just stand there, and I'll hold you and put it in. Yeah don't move at all."
Will still eat you out daily
Treats you like a glass doll
Belly kisses >>>>>
Buys baby books, gets one page in and declares this is too much to remember and you both should get a refund
^ shrugs at your look of horror "obviously I meant a refund for the books..."
Raps??? at your belly? Like nursery rhyme raps????
Also talks. A lot. Not cooing or baby talk
"Today at practice I slipped and it sucked, kinda hurt my knee. I'm still a good dancer, definitely better than Yunho. I'll show you. But I mean like after you can walk and stuff, or maybe you'll dance before you can walk and we can win money or something. Do they have baby dance competitions?"
Doesn't post the pictures he takes of you and your belly, looks at them when he misses you and won't let anyone else see them
Unironically refers to himself as your baby daddy and changes his contact in your phone [proudly]
When you cry, he cries, so please don't cry
Asks if he can attend his own child's birth
^ is excited when you say "...yes, Mingi. You can attend the birth of our child."
Wooyoung
Knows all there is to know about babies??
Is not concerned at all
Reassures you constantly
You ask him questions
Will lay on your thighs and absentmindedly rub your belly while watching tv or scrolling on his phone
Actually, will rub your belly anywhere, and usually does it without realizing it
Refers to you as mama and himself as dada even out of context
"Do you want a drink, mama?"
Is completely unfazed by your weird cravings and will get them for you as long as it's not harmful
"No, y/n, you cannot have sushi with your oreos. Mercury levels..."
Not overprotective in the slightest
Your biggest advocate
The only member who would fuck you properly while pregnant, as he knows it's safe within reason
Does not have a pregnancy kink, but loves how sensitive you are, the changes to your body, etc and thinks you're a goddess
Loves going shopping with you
Will absolutely argue with you over nursery themes
Finds you adorable when you're emotional, but will still try to calm you down and comfort you
Loves talking about you nonstop
May not praise you to your face as much as the others but tells everyone else he's so incredibly lucky to have you as the mother of his child
He was so clingy before
It's worse
His camera roll is full of selfies with him and your bump
Imagine woo making bunny ears over your belly (and telling your unborn child to say cheese)
Has full on conversations with him/her
Baby talks and coos and informs them they have the best parents ever
Jongho
Probably the most genuinely calm member when it comes to your pregnancy
Still very excited
Does not know as much as wooyoung but is fairly confident, not terrified or anxious like some of the others
Touches your belly from day 1, even without a bump
Sings and hums to it
The baby LOVES his voice and always kicks when he's near
He finds this adorable and loves talking to him/her while touching your stomach
Massages >>>>
Your pregnancy aches are afraid of him
Is a little shaken by your emotions but handles them well
Not too overprotective but really hates it when people touch you
Won't say anything though unless you're uncomfy
Sex?
Dear god
2ho breeding/pregnancy kink is my headcanon and I am sticking with it
Do not make eye contact for more than a few seconds
Is unbelievably horny for you
Doggy style with pillows underneath you >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Is extra gentle despite how badly he wants you
Takes care of you first also ^ he knows it helps you relax so that's always his end goal
Loves the way you look while pregnant
Thinks you're beautiful anyway but something about the fact that you're literally creating a brand new human being
When you wear his t-shirts and nothing else because your clothes don't fit anymore it makes him melt ~
^ he complains for the fun of it but would probably cry if you stopped
Brings you snacks/drinks/whatever without you having to ask
Is willing to try your cravings with you as long as it's nothing vile (frito chips + peanut butter)
Wants to do every social media pregnancy trend with you
*buys your unborn child soccer cleats*
Doesn't post photos of you often but when he does, they're tearjerkers
Wants more kids but knows how difficult pregnancy/motherhood is so ultimately it's up to you
He's the cutest - kissing your temple while snuggling on the couch and rubbing your belly
"Our baby bear"
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i-like-loserz ยท 3 months ago
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unpopular opinion: our soft boy is a thigh man (nsfw)
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he pushes your legs up until the top of your thighs nearly meet your ribs. he holds them together, dark eyes appreciating how they touch and squish together.
he moans, "pretty baby...y-you're--" his movements are clumsy, too distracted by his sweet girlfriend under him to do much of anything except stare at her.
his sweatpants are shoved down just enough to free himself and you see how desperate he's been for you all morning. you try to reach out, feel him, relieve him, but he doesn't let you move. his hands hold you firmly under him as his cock nudges the soft underside of your thigh.
"you're so good to me, baby. letting me fuck your thighs and get you all messy..." he slips his cock in between your thighs with a deep groan, moving slow and careful as he gets you both used to the feeling.
you whimper at the feeling of his silky skin against yours, dragging sweetly as his strong hands pin you down.
his half-lidded eyes watch his cock disappear in between your legs, teeth gnawing at the edge of his bottom lip as he attempts holds himself back from getting too worked up at the sight. but he can't help it.
when his hungry gaze drifts to your face, all flushed and needy, his hips automatically speed up, rolling harshly against your skin. you can feel small spurts of precum lubricating his cock as he fucks himself against you.
you whine when you feel his other hand move over your aching center, rubbing insistent circles against your pulsing clit over your clothes.
san whines as he gets closer to the edge, rhythm getting sloppy as he chases his high. he murmurs soft praises and heated words to deaf ears as you start to tremble under him, falling apart under his touch and at this new, welcomed sensation.
your stomach tightens then releases with intense pleasure and exhaustion as you cum. your head is hazy and body is tired. the only thing holding up your legs now is sanโ€™s hand.
he cums with choked out groans, painting your inner thighs with his warmth, watching it drip agains the hem of your shorts and stain the sheets under you. he lets your legs go slack and you sigh in relief, finally able to relax all your muscles after that intense orgasm.
as you come down from your high, a soft silence settled between you.
โ€œare you okay?โ€ itโ€™s said in a cute whisper, reminding you of the adorable duality of your boyfriend.
your voice is light and airy as you respond, โ€œmhm, why wouldnโ€™t i be?โ€
san grows shy as he looks down at the evidence of his fevered actions. he pulls away and sits in front of you to get a better look before putting his hands back on your legs, gently caressing your inner thighs to assess the damage. his soft touches almost make you shiver. your skin is a bit tender from the friction, sporting a pink-reddish tone.
his hands squeeze at your soft flesh as he admires how perfectly itโ€™s painted with the remnants of his affections. you can tell by the way his breathing starts to deepen again that heโ€™s craving to leave more marks on you.
your thighs press together in anticipation, trapping his fingers in between your legs. he groans, remembering how good it felt to lose himself against your body.
โ€œi think iโ€™m addicted to you.โ€
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AND ILL DIE ON THIS ROCK BC I LIKE THIGH-FUCKING. ok that's all, thanks for listening!
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yunholic-jongholic ยท 28 days ago
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could i request a woosan x soulmate au? it could be something like them being idols and used to each other and now they have a new addition to the bond so theyโ€™re kinda standoffish with the reader because theyโ€™re used to it being just them? orr it could be like a high school or college au where the reader hides from them because sheโ€™s scared of the bond? orrrrrr where each soulmate has a chibi that looks like them? (it doesnโ€™t really matter which type of soul bond (like soul string, soulmate marks, soul touch etccc)
Tethered by Fate | C.S x Reader x J.WY
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PAIRINGS | Choi San x Reader x Jung Wooyoung
RATING | Not really need a rating? But in case; 16+?
CONTENT WARNINGS | Soulmate AU, College AU, Soul string, Fluff, FLUFF, Nervous Encounters, Anxiety (Reader), Competition (WooSan), Jealousy, Flirting, PDA, F L U F F.
WORD COUNT | 10.8k
AUTHORS NOTE | YAY my first San story (and second Wooyoung!) I gotchu, I had to do some research on soulmates AU since I am still fairly new to it. I hope you enjoy! <3
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You never asked for soulmates.
In a world where thin red threads faintly mark your wrist until they flare to life near the person fate ties you to, most people spent their lives waiting for that spark. But not you. The thought of destiny dictating who you should love โ€” who youโ€™re meant to belong to โ€” felt more like a cage than a gift. So, when your thread began to thrum with heat one quiet afternoon in your second semester of college, your first instinct was fear.
And you ran.
It didnโ€™t matter that the sensation wasnโ€™t painful โ€” just a soft, glowing warmth, buzzing with promise. It didnโ€™t matter that it happened in the middle of the busy student union, surrounded by strangers and noise. What mattered was that it meant something โ€” and you werenโ€™t ready to face it.
Not if it meant them.
Wooyoung and San were hard to miss. Magnetic in completely different ways. Wooyoung, with his playful grin and boundless energy, could light up a room just by walking into it. San, all sharp focus and quiet depth, always seemed to notice what others didnโ€™t. They were inseparable โ€” best friends, roommates โ€” already connected by a thread that glowed bright and sure.
And now, you were supposed to be the missing piece.
The second all three threads sparked to life, Wooyoung had let out a breathless laugh, Sanโ€™s eyes had gone wide โ€” and youโ€™d turned on your heel and fled the building like it was burning.
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You let out a long sigh as you closed the door behind you, the weight of the day settling on your shoulders like a stormcloud. The lock clicked into place โ€” not just to keep them out, but to hold yourself in. Safe. Unreachable.
Hyojin, your best friend and roommate, barely glanced up from the couch, where a cheesy romcom played softly in the background. She raised an eyebrow, an all-too-knowing look on her face.
"Let me guess," she said, voice light but edged with concern. "Running from them again?"
You didnโ€™t answer. You just dropped down beside her with a quiet thud, the couch dipping under your weight. The screen lit your face in soft colors โ€” two strangers falling in love like it was simple, like it didnโ€™t terrify them.
You wished you were that brave.
Hyojin didnโ€™t press. She never did. She just nudged a blanket toward you with her foot, eyes still on the screen as if your whole world wasnโ€™t quietly unraveling right beside her.
"You know, in these movies, the running only works for so long," she murmured, half-teasing, half-serious. "Eventually, the love interest shows up in the rain with a boombox or something dramatic."
You scoffed, curling up under the blanket. "Good thing it hasnโ€™t rained."
"Yet," she added, casting a quick side glance your way. "And letโ€™s be honest, if anyoneโ€™s showing up with a grand gesture, itโ€™s Wooyoung."
You groaned, burying your face into a pillow. Just hearing his name made your thread pulse. Not painfully โ€” it never was โ€” but a low, steady ache that reminded you they were still there. Waiting.
"San wouldnโ€™t," you muttered into the cushion. "Heโ€™d just stare at me until I broke into pieces."
Hyojin laughed, a soft and knowing sound. "Yeah. He has that vibe. All intense eye contact and poetic heartbreak."
You didnโ€™t reply, but your silence was loud.
You wanted to say it wasnโ€™t fair. That you didnโ€™t ask for this โ€” the connection, the glowing thread, the weight of expectation. But deep down, you knew it wasnโ€™t about fair. It was about fear.
Because Wooyoung and San were real. They saw you. And worse โ€” they wanted to.
And you werenโ€™t sure you could handle what came next if you stopped running.
So instead, you sat there, pretending the movie was enough to keep your heart quiet, while your soul tugged in the direction of two people who refused to stop hoping.
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Wooyoung paced.
Back and forth across the small dorm room, hands ruffling through his hair, his wrist glowing with that telltale red thread that never seemed to fade anymore. It hummed lightly โ€” not in sound, but in feeling. Always there. Always warm. Always pointing toward you.
San sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, watching silently.
"Sheโ€™s avoiding us again," Wooyoung muttered, more to himself than anything. "She saw me outside the art building and ran. Not walked, not slipped away. Ran. Like I was chasing her with a chainsaw."
San tilted his head slightly, his gaze calm but thoughtful. โ€œYou were holding a bouquet of red carnations.โ€
"...Okay, maybe that was a little intense."
San finally smiled, a flicker of amusement in his usually unreadable expression. But it faded quickly, replaced with the same quiet worry heโ€™d been carrying since the threads lit up.
"Sheโ€™s scared," he said simply. "Itโ€™s not us. Itโ€™s what we mean."
Wooyoung dropped down onto the bed beside him with a frustrated sigh. โ€œBut why be afraid of something thatโ€™s supposed to beโ€ฆ good? Weโ€™re not trying to force her. We havenโ€™t evenโ€” Weโ€™re giving her space.โ€
"I know," San said. "But space doesnโ€™t always feel like safety. Sometimes it just feels like distance. Like abandonment."
They both went quiet for a long moment.
Outside, campus life went on โ€” students laughing in the hall, music drifting in through a slightly cracked window, the world moving forward while they stayed suspended in this waiting game.
"I justโ€ฆ" Wooyoung trailed off, looking down at the soft glow on his wrist. "I just want her to know weโ€™re not here to trap her in some fate-shaped box. I want her to choose us. Not because of thisโ€”" he lifted his arm, the thread catching the light, "โ€”but because she wants to."
San nodded slowly, eyes fixed on his own wrist. The thread stretched out into the unknown, toward you.
โ€œSheโ€™ll come back,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œShe just needs time.โ€
โ€œAnd what if time doesnโ€™t help?โ€ Wooyoung whispered.
Sanโ€™s answer was immediate, steady. โ€œThen we wait longer.โ€
---
You werenโ€™t sure when you fell asleep.
The romcom had ended. Hyojin had gone quiet beside you, her phone screen dimming as she dozed off mid-scroll. The apartment was wrapped in a soft kind of stillness โ€” the kind that feels like itโ€™s waiting for something to happen.
You stirred when a faint knock tapped against the door.
Once. Then twice. Soft, hesitant. Like whoever was on the other side wasnโ€™t sure they should be there at all.
You sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off your shoulders. Hyojin blinked awake, squinting toward the door.
"Expecting someone?" she mumbled, voice rough with sleep.
You shook your head, already knowing โ€” somehow โ€” who it was. You couldnโ€™t explain how you knew. The way your thread felt suddenly alive, humming low and warm, like it was holding its breath.
You padded to the door quietly, heart thudding too loud for how little had happened. You didnโ€™t unlock it right away. Just pressed your forehead against the cool wood, eyes closed.
โ€œY/N?โ€ Wooyoungโ€™s voice was soft. Barely a whisper. โ€œIโ€™m not here to push. I justโ€ฆ I wanted to leave something.โ€
There was a pause.
Then the rustle of a paper bag.
โ€œI made too many honey muffins. Thought you might want one. Or not. Either wayโ€”โ€ he hesitated, then gave a short, nervous laugh, โ€œโ€”I figured itโ€™s harder to be scared of someone who shows up with baked goods.โ€
You opened the door a crack just in time to see him walking away down the hall, hoodie pulled up, hands shoved into his pockets like he wasnโ€™t holding his breath too.
On the floor, in front of your door, was a small brown bag. The smell of warm sugar and cinnamon leaked through.
No note. No pressure.
Just muffins.
Just Wooyoung.
You didnโ€™t call after him. But you picked up the bag and held it close, something in your chest trembling with the gentleness of it all.
And for the first time in a long while, you didnโ€™t feel like running.
Later that night, the muffins sat on your desk โ€” one half-eaten, the others untouched, like maybe if you didnโ€™t finish them, the moment wouldnโ€™t end.
You stared at your phone screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The soft light of your desk lamp cast a pale circle around you, everything else fading into a blur of shadows. The world outside your dorm was silent. Even Hyojin was asleep now, curled under a mountain of blankets.
And still, you couldnโ€™t stop thinking about him. About them.
You opened your messages, fingers hesitating before typing:
Y/N
You didnโ€™t have to do that. Butโ€ฆ thank you. They were really good. My favorite, actually. I donโ€™t hate you. Or San. Iโ€™m justโ€ฆ scared. Of what this means. Of what I might become if I let myself want it.
You paused.
Deleted the last line.
Rewrote it.
Y/N
I think Iโ€™m afraid that if I fall for you โ€” both of you โ€” I wonโ€™t know how to be myself anymore.
Your throat tightened.
You stared at the message, reread it once, twice. Your thumb hovered over the send button, a storm of emotion brimming just under your skin.
Then you locked your phone and set it face down.
It wasnโ€™t time. Not yet.
But maybe soon.
Maybe tomorrow.
You curled up under your blanket, heart still buzzing from the echo of Wooyoungโ€™s quiet kindness and Sanโ€™s patient silence.
And even though the message remained unsent, for the first timeโ€ฆ you thought about what it would feel like to stop being afraid.
---
San couldnโ€™t sleep.
He lay in bed, one arm draped across his eyes, the other resting on his chest โ€” right over the thread that hummed beneath his skin. It never stopped. Not since that day.
The moment it lit up โ€” glowing bright red between him, Wooyoung, and you โ€” something in him had shifted. Not like flipping a switch. More like discovering a second heartbeat he didnโ€™t know he had.
And then you ran.
He didnโ€™t blame you. Not really.
But the silence since then had been a strange kind of ache. Not sharp. Just there โ€” constant, quiet, heavy. Like waiting for a storm that might never come, only clouds.
Wooyoung had tried to fill the space between you with light. San tried to respect the space at all.
But every day that passed, he caught himself watching doorways, scanning lecture halls, hoping for a glimpse. Hoping you'd look at them again the way you did, just before you fled โ€” like your soul recognized something your fear wouldnโ€™t let you reach for.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He reached for it instinctively โ€” the thread always made him hope.
Nothing. Just a group chat notification. Someone sending memes. Wooyoung, probably.
He glanced at your name in his messages. Still unopened. Still unread.
Stillโ€ฆ nothing.
San sat up, feet touching the cold floor. His wrist glowed softly in the dark, casting a faint red light across his palm.
He whispered, to no one, to maybe you, โ€œIโ€™d wait forever, if thatโ€™s what you need.โ€
Because it wasnโ€™t about the thread.
It was about you. Choosing him. Choosing them.
And until then, heโ€™d keep the space open. Quiet. Gentle.
Ready.
---
The cafรฉ was already buzzing with early morning energy โ€” espresso machines hissing, students half-awake and wrapped in hoodies and oversized scarves, soft indie music playing through the speakers. You stood in line, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, scrolling through your notes to mentally prep for your first class.
Then it hit you.
That now-familiar jolt. Not harsh, but unmistakable โ€” a spark beneath your skin, dancing along the glowing thread.
You didnโ€™t even have to look to know who it was.
Still, you did โ€” and there he was. San, standing just a few people behind you, hair messy from sleep and hoodie half-zipped like heโ€™d just rolled out of bed and sprinted here.
Your breath caught.
You turned quickly, tugging your own hoodie up over your head and shrinking a little into yourself, silently pleading with the universe to let him not see you.
But the universe had other plans.
โ€œHey! Y/N.โ€ His voice was bright, but not too loud. Casual. Like this was just any morning, any moment. โ€œLet me get that for you.โ€
You turned halfway, offering him a sheepish smile, one hand wrapped around your phone like a lifeline.
โ€œItโ€™s okay, really. You donโ€™t have toโ€”โ€
โ€œI want to,โ€ he said, already stepping forward and tapping his card before you could protest again. โ€œConsider it as my apology for scaring you yesterday after class.โ€
You blinked. โ€œThat wasnโ€™t me being scared.โ€ You lied.
He shrugged, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. โ€œStill. I figured coffee would be a safer follow-up.โ€
You glanced at him, searching for any signs of pressure, of expectation โ€” but there was none. Just San. Open. Easy. Real.
โ€œThanks,โ€ you said quietly, shifting your weight as the barista called out your name.
โ€œFor both?โ€ he asked.
You nodded. โ€œMine and Hyojinโ€™s. Sheโ€™ll appreciate it.โ€
He smiled wider, but not in a flirty way โ€” more like someone genuinely happy just to do something kind for someone they cared about.
As you reached for the drinks, your fingers brushed his โ€” just for a second โ€” and the thread pulsed gently between you.
You didnโ€™t run this time.
And San didnโ€™t comment on it. Didnโ€™t ask for anything more.
He just said, โ€œHope your morningโ€™s a little better now,โ€ then stepped aside with a soft wave, giving you space to leave first.
And somehow, that simple act made your heart ache more than any grand gesture ever could.
You rushed back to the dorm in a hurried shuffle.
Hyojin was still wrapped in her blanket like a sleepy burrito when you returned, the TV already playing reruns of some old sitcom she liked to put on in the mornings โ€” just enough background noise to keep things from feeling too quiet.
You handed her the coffee.
She sat up immediately, eyes narrowing as she took the cup from your hands. โ€œWaitโ€ฆ you didnโ€™t buy this.โ€
You blinked, trying to play innocent. โ€œWhat makes you say that?โ€
She gave you a look over the rim of her cup. โ€œBecause you always get the oat milk latte when youโ€™re paying. This is almond milk. Thatโ€™s a San move.โ€
You sighed, sinking into the beanbag chair across from her.
โ€œโ€ฆHe was at the cafรฉ.โ€
โ€œAnd he paid?โ€ she asked, eyebrows rising. โ€œAnd you didnโ€™t sprint out the door like someone lit your thread on fire?โ€
You threw a pillow at her. โ€œIt wasnโ€™t like that.โ€
She laughed, catching the pillow and hugging it to her chest. โ€œOkay, so tell me โ€” what was it like, then?โ€
You hesitated. Chewed the inside of your cheek. The words felt fragile, like they might shatter if you spoke them too fast.
โ€œIt wasโ€ฆ calm,โ€ you said finally. โ€œHe saw me. Didnโ€™t make a big deal. Justโ€ฆ offered to pay. No weird comments. No guilt-tripping. No soulmate speech.โ€
Hyojin nodded slowly, sipping her coffee like she was giving you space to unravel it all.
โ€œAnd you know whatโ€™s weird?โ€ you added, softer now. โ€œIt felt normal. Like we were just two peopleโ€ฆ being nice to each other. Not fate. Not pressure. Justโ€”โ€
โ€œSan being San,โ€ she finished for you.
You nodded, thumb running along the rim of your coffee cup.
โ€œAndโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t run. I wanted to. At first. But then he smiled, and it wasnโ€™tโ€ฆ intense or hopeful or anything dramatic. Just real. And I guessโ€ฆ I wanted to stay in that moment a little longer.โ€
Hyojin smiled gently, eyes warm. โ€œThatโ€™s not nothing, Y/N.โ€
You nodded, a small flicker of something brave flickering in your chest.
โ€œItโ€™s not everything yet,โ€ you whispered. โ€œBut maybe itโ€™s a start.โ€
---
The smell of sizzling eggs and butter filled the dorm, warm and familiar. Wooyoung stood at the stove in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, humming quietly as he flipped pancakes with practiced ease.
The door opened behind him with a soft click.
San stepped in, cheeks slightly pink from the cold outside โ€” or maybe from something else.
"Smells good," he said, dropping his bag by the couch.
Wooyoung glanced over his shoulder. โ€œGot up early. Figured we could use a proper breakfast for once instead of vending machine muffins.โ€
San chuckled, toeing off his shoes. โ€œYouโ€™re turning domestic on me.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m adorable like that,โ€ Wooyoung said with a wink, flipping another pancake onto a plate. โ€œSo? Where were you this early?โ€
San leaned against the counter, eyes twinkling.
โ€œI donโ€™t want to make it sound like a competition,โ€ he started, a teasing lilt to his voice, โ€œbut I had a nice meeting with Y/N.โ€
Wooyoung froze mid-motion, spatula hovering in the air. His head turned slowly, eyes wide.
โ€œYou what?โ€
San grinned, clearly enjoying himself. โ€œRan into her by the cafe. She was alone. Didnโ€™t bolt. We talked for a few minutes.โ€
Wooyoung put the spatula down a little too carefully.
โ€œWas sheโ€ฆ okay? Was she scared? Did she look like she wanted to leave? Did you freak her out?โ€
San laughed under his breath, shaking his head. โ€œNo. She was actually calm. Quiet, but not closed off. Andโ€ฆโ€ He looked down, ears reddening slightly. โ€œShe wasโ€ฆ cute.โ€
That made Wooyoung pause. Really pause.
He leaned back against the counter, hands resting on the edge as he stared down at the stove, lips pressed together. โ€œI wish Iโ€™d been there.โ€
San glanced over at him, his smile softening. โ€œYou kind of were.โ€
Wooyoung looked up.
โ€œShe mentioned the muffins,โ€ San said gently.
Wooyoung exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little.
โ€œI donโ€™t want her to feel chased,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œI justโ€ฆ I miss her. And we barely even had her yet.โ€
San reached out, nudging Wooyoungโ€™s arm.
โ€œSheโ€™s not gone. Sheโ€™s justโ€ฆ figuring it out. You were patient with me. You can be patient with her too.โ€
Wooyoung smiled at that โ€” tired, but genuine.
โ€œYeah,โ€ he murmured. โ€œFor her? I can wait.โ€
And as he plated the last pancake and set the table for two, something in his chest settled. Because maybe slow was okay. Maybe slow was exactly what you needed.
---
Class had just ended, and students spilled out of the lecture hall like a slow-moving tide of tired bodies and caffeine breath. You adjusted your backpack, hoping to make a quiet escape down the side hallwayโ€”until you felt that buzz again.
The thread. Alive. Warm. And pulling in two directions at once.
You looked up and froze.
Wooyoung was leaning against one wall, arms crossed, eyes lighting up the moment he saw you.
San was on the opposite wall, perfectly still, casually scrolling through his phone like he wasnโ€™t clearly waiting for you, too.
You blinked.
They blinked.
Then both pushed off the wall at the same time.
โ€œY/N! I was just about to head to the cafรฉ. Wanna walk with me?โ€ Wooyoung beamed, already taking a half-step toward you.
San cleared his throat softly, slipping his phone into his pocket. โ€œActually, I was going to check out that new study space in the greenhouse. Thought you might like it.โ€
You stared at them.
They stared at each other.
Then back at you.
It was obvious what was happening. And it was also very obvious they hadnโ€™t coordinated this.
Wooyoung smiled a little too wide. โ€œYou canโ€™t even study with plants, San. What is she gonna do, photosynthesize her notes?โ€
San, calm as ever, didnโ€™t even blink. โ€œSome people find greenery relaxing. Unlikeโ€ฆ a loud cafรฉ full of undercooked croissants and overconfident baristas.โ€
โ€œThat barista was flirting with me,โ€ Wooyoung shot back.
โ€œExactly,โ€ San said.
You raised both hands, barely hiding your laugh. โ€œOkay, okay, please stop fighting with each other in front of the academic building like Iโ€™m the final boss.โ€
They both quieted instantly. Then Wooyoung scratched the back of his neck and mumbled, โ€œWe justโ€ฆ wanted to hang out with you. Not in a weird way. Not in a โ€˜soulmate pressureโ€™ way. Justโ€ฆ you.โ€
San nodded. โ€œWe can walk you somewhere. Or nowhere. Or justโ€ฆ exist near you for a bit.โ€
You looked at them โ€” standing there, trying so hard to not try too hard.
And it hit you again: they werenโ€™t asking you to choose. They were just trying to be close. To be present. To be themselves around you, and hope youโ€™d let yourself do the same.
โ€œโ€ฆCome on,โ€ you said softly, starting to walk. โ€œYou can both walk with me. But no more competing, got it?โ€
Wooyoung grinned. โ€œDefine โ€˜competing.โ€™โ€
San sighed. โ€œHeโ€™s already losing.โ€
And just like that, the tension melted into something warmer, easier.
You didnโ€™t say much as you walked between them โ€” not yet โ€” but you didnโ€™t run either.
And for them, that was already a win.
The three of you walked along the tree-lined path that cut through campus, leaves crunching softly underfoot. The air smelled like autumn and coffee, and for once, the thread around your wrist wasnโ€™t overwhelming โ€” just a soft, steady pulse. Like background music you didnโ€™t mind anymore.
Wooyoung was rambling about some clubโ€™s haunted house fundraiser โ€” complete with inflatable ghosts and โ€œjump scares that would definitely make San scream.โ€
You smiled, listening but not saying much. It was easy to let his voice fill the space, to let it feel normal.
Then there was a pause. Just long enough to be noticeable.
You glanced to your left. San had fallen a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, gaze distant. Thoughtful.
Wooyoung slowed too, looking back. โ€œHey, you good?โ€
San looked up and gave a small nod. โ€œYeah. Just thinking.โ€
โ€œDangerous,โ€ Wooyoung joked, nudging him lightly.
But San didnโ€™t laugh. Not this time.
โ€œIโ€™ve been wondering,โ€ he said softly, eyes still on the path ahead, โ€œif maybe the reason soulmates existโ€ฆ isnโ€™t to force people together. But to remind them they can be seen.โ€
You stopped walking. Slowly.
So did Wooyoung.
San finally looked at you.
โ€œNot just loved,โ€ he added, โ€œbutโ€ฆ understood. The way you think no one ever will. That kind of scary, messy, real understanding.โ€
His voice didnโ€™t waver, but something in it was raw. Honest.
โ€œAnd I thinkโ€ฆโ€ He exhaled, gaze dropping for a moment. โ€œThat maybe youโ€™re scared of the bond because it already feels like we see you. And thatโ€™s terrifying when youโ€™ve spent so long trying to keep certain parts hidden.โ€
Your breath caught.
Wooyoung was unusually quiet beside you.
San didnโ€™t step closer, didnโ€™t reach out. He just stood there, his own thread glowing faintly against the falling dusk light, as if saying โ€” I see you, and Iโ€™m still here.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry if thatโ€™s too much,โ€ he added softly.
You shook your head, your voice low. โ€œItโ€™s not.โ€
It was everything.
And though you didnโ€™t say another word the rest of the walk, something shifted. Not in the bond.
In you.
---
You sat on your bed, legs crossed under you, hoodie still on like a shield even though the room was warm.
Hyojin was at her desk, scribbling notes half-heartedly until she noticed you hadnโ€™t said much since you got back. She turned in her chair, watching you over the top of her laptop with that familiar โ€œI know somethingโ€™s upโ€ expression.
โ€œYou okay?โ€ she asked gently.
You didnโ€™t answer right away.
Instead, you pulled your legs in tighter and rested your chin on your knees. โ€œSan said something earlier.โ€
That got her full attention. โ€œOh?โ€
You nodded; eyes fixed on a spot on the floor.
โ€œHe saidโ€ฆโ€ You took a breath. โ€œThat maybe soulmates arenโ€™t about forcing people together. That maybe theyโ€™re just about showing someone they can actually be seen. Not just loved but understood.โ€
Hyojin didnโ€™t speak, waiting patiently like she always did when you needed time to untangle your thoughts.
โ€œAnd he said he thought maybe I was scared because I already felt like they saw me.โ€ You paused. โ€œAnd heโ€™s right.โ€
The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of a dorm heater.
You finally looked up at her, your voice quieter now. โ€œI didnโ€™t think anyone ever really could see me. I got used to keeping the real stuff hidden. Even from you sometimes.โ€
Hyojin didnโ€™t flinch. She just stood up, walked over, and sat on the edge of your bed, nudging your foot with hers.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to be scared of being seen, Y/N. Not with them. Not with me. But itโ€™s okay if you still are.โ€
You blinked fast, feeling your throat tighten.
โ€œI didnโ€™t run today,โ€ you whispered.
Hyojin smiled softly. โ€œI know.โ€
โ€œAnd it didnโ€™t feel like the world was ending. Justโ€ฆ heavy.โ€
She leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder. โ€œThatโ€™s how you know itโ€™s real.โ€
You didnโ€™t say anything else. You didnโ€™t need to.
But for the first time in a long time, you didnโ€™t feel like you had to hide from the weight of being known.
---
It was later in the week when it happened.
You had a late class that let out just after sunset, and the campus was quiet in that sleepy kind of way โ€” golden lights flickering on, students trailing back to their dorms with earbuds in and backpacks slung low.
You didnโ€™t expect to see him there.
Wooyoung, sitting alone on one of the benches near the fountain outside the arts building, hoodie pulled over his head, earbuds dangling around his neck. A takeout container sat next to him, mostly untouched.
He looked up when he heard your footsteps โ€” and when he saw it was you, he smiled.
Not the usual bright Wooyoung grin. This one was softer. Tired.
You almost walked past him. Almost.
But something in you stopped. Turned. Sat beside him, even though your heart thudded a little too loudly in your chest.
He didnโ€™t say anything at first.
Neither did you.
Just the sound of the fountain and the wind brushing through the trees.
Then, finallyโ€”
โ€œI always thought being soulmates with someone would fix something in me,โ€ Wooyoung said quietly, gaze fixed on the water.
You looked at him, surprised by the weight in his voice.
โ€œBut it didnโ€™t. You showed up, and everything still feltโ€ฆ confusing. Unfinished. Scary, even.โ€
He rubbed his thumb over the glowing thread on his wrist, the light faint but constant. โ€œAnd I realized, maybe soulmates donโ€™t fix you. Maybe they justโ€ฆ stand next to the broken parts and say, โ€˜I still want you anyway.โ€™โ€
You felt your breath catch.
โ€œI donโ€™t want you to love me because youโ€™re meant to,โ€ he went on, voice barely above a whisper. โ€œI want you to love me because one day you choose to. Because you look at me and San, and you donโ€™t see a bond โ€” you see us. Messy, flawed, ridiculousโ€ฆ but real.โ€
He finally turned to you, eyes soft and so achingly open, like he wasnโ€™t afraid of you seeing the cracks.
โ€œAnd if that day never comesโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll still be glad I met you. Iโ€™ll still think youโ€™re brave for even sitting here right now.โ€
His voice caught at the end, just slightly โ€” enough to make your chest tighten.
For a heartbeat, it looked like he might cry.
But then he smiled. Just barely. A little sad, a little accepting. And when he spoke again, it was quieter, almost like it wasnโ€™t meant for you to hear โ€” like it was something heโ€™d already accepted in the quietest parts of his heart.
โ€œEven if you end up finding someone elseโ€ฆ I will still think about this.โ€
You didnโ€™t know what to say. Words felt too small for the weight of what heโ€™d just given you โ€” something so gentle, and yet so devastating.
You didnโ€™t speak.
You reached out instead โ€” hand brushing his, fingers trembling โ€” and laced your pinky with his.
He looked down at the touch. Then back at you.
And for once, he didnโ€™t try to fill the silence with words or jokes.
He just held on.
---
The sky was bruised with early morning light when you found yourself in the greenhouse.
You werenโ€™t sure what pulled you there โ€” maybe Sanโ€™s voice echoing in your head from days ago, maybe the part of you that couldnโ€™t stop thinking about the way Wooyoung had looked at you like he was letting you go just to make you feel free.
Maybe you were tired of being afraid.
The glass walls let in soft gold light, and the air smelled of damp earth and something alive. The space was quiet, warm. Peaceful.
San sat near the back, legs crossed beneath him on a bench, a book in his lap. He didnโ€™t look surprised when you entered โ€” like maybe he already knew you were coming.
You stood awkwardly for a moment before stepping closer.
โ€œI didnโ€™t come to study,โ€ you said.
He smiled faintly, setting the book aside. โ€œI didnโ€™t either.โ€
You sat across from him, the little table between you filled with scattered pages, succulents, and a small ceramic frog someone had left there weeks ago.
For a long time, you just looked at each other.
Then you spoke.
โ€œWooyoung told me heโ€™d be okay if I didnโ€™t choose you both,โ€ you whispered. โ€œSaid heโ€™d still be grateful. Even if I found someone else.โ€
Sanโ€™s brows furrowed slightly, his jaw tightening, but not with anger โ€” with emotion.
โ€œI think that broke my heart a little,โ€ you admitted, voice shaking. โ€œBecauseโ€ฆ he meant it.โ€
San nodded, slow and steady. โ€œHe did.โ€
You took a breath. It felt heavier than it should have. โ€œI didnโ€™t realizeโ€ฆ how much love can look like letting go.โ€
San leaned forward, arms resting on the table, voice low. โ€œThatโ€™s what makes it real. Not just the bond. Not fate. Choice.โ€
You looked at him, and this time, you didnโ€™t shy away from his gaze.
โ€œIโ€™m scared that if I let you both inโ€ฆ youโ€™ll see all the parts Iโ€™ve tried so hard to keep hidden. And youโ€™ll love me anyway. And then I wonโ€™t know who I am without that love.โ€
Sanโ€™s eyes softened, his expression still and grounding โ€” like he was holding space for you without trying to fix you.
โ€œY/N,โ€ he said gently, โ€œloving someone doesnโ€™t erase who they are. It just gives them more room to be.โ€
You stared at him for a moment. โ€œHow are you so calm about this?โ€
His lips curved into the faintest smile. โ€œIโ€™m not. Iโ€™ve just spent more time thinking about you than my fear.โ€
You looked away, overwhelmed.
But then you felt it โ€” his hand, reaching out across the table, palm open. Not grabbing. Just waiting.
You didnโ€™t think.
You placed your hand in his.
Warm.
Steady.
No pressure.
Just San.
And for the first time, you thought: maybe I can do this.
---
It started with a text.
San: Weโ€™re heading to get icecream in a bit. Youโ€™re welcome to join. No pressure. Weโ€™ll be at the parlor by the cafe.
It wasnโ€™t a question. It wasnโ€™t a plea.
It was justโ€ฆ an open door.
You stared at the message longer than you needed to. Then you packed your bag and left before you could talk yourself out of it.
The icecream parlor was quiet โ€” all hushed voices, the occasional sounds of the freezer running, and late-afternoon sun filtering in through tall windows. It cast a warm glow across the marbled tables and wooden floor, soft enough to make it feel like a different world.
Wooyoung looked up first when you approached.
He didnโ€™t react dramatically โ€” no wide smile, no flirty comment, just a soft blink of surprise followed by a warm, quiet grin. The kind that said youโ€™re here without a single word.
San gave a small nod, already clearing a spot at the table between them.
You sat.
No one spoke for a while. Not in the way that felt awkward โ€” in the way that felt comfortable.
San was already with you eating icecream as Wooyoung was ordering his.
You looked at them once Wooyoung sat down, San offered to pay for yours as a "Thank you for letting us take you here" gift.
At one point, Wooyoung offered you a bite of his icecream. San rolled his eyes thinking he was trying too hard. You glanced at both of them, your chest tightening a little โ€” not with fear this time, but with something warmer.
There were no dramatic declarations. No glowing threads buzzing like sirens. Just the gentle presence of two people who wanted you close, even if it meant sitting in silence.
And somewhere in the middle of that quiet, you realized:
This โ€” this space, this peace โ€” was its own kind of love.
You didnโ€™t say anything.
But you stayed.
And that, for now, was more than enough.
---
The walk back to your dorm wasโ€ฆ peaceful.
Wooyoung talked about some ridiculous online quiz he took that said he was a golden retriever (he wasnโ€™t even mad โ€” just proud), while San chimed in occasionally with dry remarks that made both of you laugh harder than necessary. The thread around your wrist pulsed gently with their presence, but not in a demanding way โ€” just there, like a heartbeat.
No fighting. No forcing. No fear.
Just three people walking home under the orange glow of streetlights.
When you reached your building, they didnโ€™t linger.
โ€œThanks for coming today,โ€ San said softly, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.
โ€œYeah,โ€ Wooyoung added, leaning back on his heels. โ€œYou have no idea how much that meant to us.โ€
You smiled. โ€œIt meant something to me too.โ€
You didnโ€™t have to say more than that.
They nodded, like they understood.
Inside the dorm, you barely had the door shut behind you before Hyojin popped up from the couch, eyes wide with anticipation.
โ€œYouโ€™re glowing,โ€ she said instantly, pointing at you. โ€œSuspiciously.โ€
You rolled your eyes and kicked off your shoes. โ€œI was literally just studying.โ€ You lied. You were technically already on a first date with them eating Icecream.
โ€œWith two soulmates who are in love with you,โ€ she sang, wiggling her eyebrows. โ€œDonโ€™t play coy with me. Iโ€™m emotionally invested in this fanfiction of a life youโ€™re living.โ€
You laughed, a little breathless, a little tired.
โ€œIโ€™m serious though,โ€ she said, walking into the kitchenette. โ€œYou need a change of scenery. Some dopamine. Some dancing. Good timing โ€” Yunho and Yeosang are throwing a party tomorrow night. Youโ€™re coming.โ€
You blinked. โ€œYunho and Yeosang?โ€
โ€œYep.โ€ She tossed you a granola bar. โ€œOneโ€™s an extrovert golden retriever in human form โ€” basically Wooyoung but louder โ€” and the otherโ€™s a soft-spoken intellectual who wears sweaters even when itโ€™s 90 degrees. He literally pulls Yunho away from dance circles by his collar.โ€
โ€œโ€ฆSo, you and me, but more chaotic.โ€
โ€œExactly,โ€ she grinned. โ€œYunhoโ€™s been asking if Iโ€™d bring you around anyway. Says Yeosang needs new people to judge quietly.โ€
You gave her a look.
โ€œCome on,โ€ she said, flopping onto the couch again. โ€œYouโ€™ve spent weeks hiding. You deserve one night of music, weird drinks, and watching some guys do the worm badly on a hardwood floor.โ€
You hesitated.
And thenโ€ฆ nodded.
โ€œOkay,โ€ you said. โ€œLetโ€™s go to a party.โ€
Hyojin beamed. โ€œHell yeah.โ€
---
The music was way louder than you expected.
As soon as you stepped into the off-campus house, the bass hit you in the chest like a second heartbeat. Lights glowed warm and golden, laughter spilled from the kitchen, and someone had already spilled something sticky on the floor by the entryway โ€” probably juice, possibly regret.
Hyojin tugged your wrist. โ€œOkay, rules,โ€ she shouted over the music. โ€œDonโ€™t drink the neon stuff. Donโ€™t make eye contact with anyone doing interpretive dance. And if Yunho challenges you to karaoke โ€” run.โ€
You laughed, nerves dissolving into adrenaline.
Thatโ€™s when he appeared.
Yunho, tall and glowing like someone physically made of sunshine and Red Bull, bounded toward you both with open arms. โ€œHYOJIN! You brought your mysterious roommate!โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s not mysterious,โ€ Hyojin shouted back. โ€œSheโ€™s emotionally complicated!โ€
You gave a weak wave. โ€œHi.โ€
Yunho spun dramatically and pointed to the guy standing stiffly behind him, sipping from a plain paper cup like he didnโ€™t want to be perceived.
โ€œAnd this is Yeosang. He hates this.โ€
Yeosang gave you a polite nod and a โ€œhelloโ€ so soft it nearly got swallowed by the music.
โ€œI donโ€™t hate this,โ€ he muttered. โ€œIโ€™m simply observing this social chaos with anthropological detachment.โ€
โ€œI once caught him reading Plato in a hot tub,โ€ Yunho said proudly, already turning away like he hadnโ€™t just exposed Yeosangโ€™s deepest philosophical sins.
Yeosang stared ahead, expression perfectly blank, save for the smallest twitch of his eye. โ€œโ€ฆHe tells everyone that.โ€
You tried โ€” tried โ€” not to laugh, but it slipped out anyway.
Before either of you could recover, Yunho took off like a rocket across the crowded living room, yelling, โ€œMingi!โ€ like it was both a greeting and a battle cry.
Your eyes followed him just in time to see him tackle a very surprised โ€” but delighted โ€” Mingi onto the floor. The two of them dissolved into uncontrollable laughter, limbs flailing as people parted around them like it was normal for grown men to recreate WWE in the middle of a house party.
You glanced sideways at Yeosang, who hadnโ€™t moved an inch, his cup still delicately held in one hand as he watched his best friend roll around on the hardwood floor.
โ€œโ€ฆIs he?โ€ you asked, eyebrows raised.
Yeosang sipped his water like it was a fine wine, voice deadpan. โ€œDrunk? Yes.โ€
You snorted, covering your mouth as a laugh slipped out.
Yeosangโ€™s lips quirked, just slightly. โ€œHe gets like this when heโ€™s happy. Or when heโ€™s had anything mixed with blue raspberry.โ€
โ€œBoth, then?โ€
โ€œUndoubtedly.โ€
The two of you stood there, quietly united in mutual secondhand embarrassment, watching Mingi attempt to pin Yunho while yelling, โ€œSURRENDER TO YOUR DESTINY.โ€
You leaned in slightly. โ€œShould weโ€ฆ help?โ€
Yeosang took another sip. โ€œNo. Theyโ€™d just drag us into it.โ€
You nodded. โ€œSmart man.โ€
For a moment, the party seemed to blur in the background โ€” too loud, too fast โ€” but right there, beside Yeosang and his cup of water, everything felt still. Safe. Strangely comforting.
And then a voice called from behind youโ€”
โ€œY/N! Sanโ€™s about to lose at flip cup, come watch!โ€
Wooyoung, of course.
Yeosang sighed lightly. โ€œGood luck.โ€
You smirked. โ€œWant to come?โ€
He shook his head. โ€œIโ€™m the designated plant guardian tonight. Someone has to keep the fern alive.โ€
You left him to it, weaving through the chaos toward the rest of the night โ€” but not without glancing back and seeing Yeosang gently move a party cup away from the fern like it was sacred.
You were definitely coming back to talk to him later.
You didnโ€™t mean to start a conversation with the guy in the flannel.
Heโ€™d bumped into you near the kitchen, offered a quick apology, and then started chatting about the playlist. He was funny. Not in a flirty, overbearing way โ€” just easy to talk to. You werenโ€™t thinking about anything beyond the song and the shared complaint about how warm the room had gotten.
But across the room, Wooyoung saw it happen.
Heโ€™d just returned from cheering San on in an incredibly one-sided flip cup match (San was losing. With dignity.), when he spotted you near the counter, laughing softly as Flannel Guy leaned in a little closer โ€” just a little โ€” to say something in your ear.
Wooyoung paused mid-step, the grin on his face faltering for half a second.
He wasnโ€™t angry.
But something in his chest tightened.
He knew โ€” he knew โ€” you werenโ€™t his. Not in the possessive way. Not in the way soulmates get written in stories, where the bond means instant belonging. That wasnโ€™t how he saw you.
But he also knew how hard youโ€™d worked to be open. How slowly youโ€™d let your walls down. How every glance, every conversation, every inch of closeness with him and San had been earned with time, not thread.
And now Flannel Guy was standing too close, and you were smiling in that soft, slightly shy way Wooyoung had come to treasure like a secret.
San appeared beside him, holding two drinks. He followed Wooyoungโ€™s line of sight, instantly zeroing in.
โ€œThat him?โ€ he asked, tone even but eyes sharp.
โ€œWho?โ€
โ€œThe guy youโ€™re absolutely not staring at like heโ€™s a threat to your entire bloodline.โ€
Wooyoung blinked, then snorted. โ€œOkay, dramatic.โ€
San handed him one of the drinks. โ€œYou are going over there?โ€
โ€œNope,โ€ he said quickly, then added, โ€œYes.โ€
He didnโ€™t storm across the room. Didnโ€™t interrupt.
Just appeared next to you, sliding into the space beside you with practiced ease, that trademark Wooyoung smile back in place โ€” charming, casual, just a little too bright.
โ€œHey,โ€ he said, nudging your arm. โ€œYou vanished. Thought maybe you were pulled into a karaoke cult.โ€
You looked up, surprised. โ€œI was justโ€”โ€
โ€œTalking about the playlist,โ€ Flannel Guy offered, clearly catching the shift but trying to play it cool. โ€œYouโ€™re her friend?โ€
Wooyoung glanced at you, then back at him. โ€œYou could say that.โ€
The guy nodded, but the energy had shifted. You could feel it โ€” subtle, but unmistakable.
Flannel Guy made a polite exit a moment later, something about checking on his friends, and you turned to Wooyoung with a lifted brow.
โ€œYou, okay?โ€
Wooyoung shrugged, sipping his drink. โ€œFine. Justโ€ฆ donโ€™t want you getting stuck talking to a guy who thinks โ€˜early Drakeโ€™ is a personality.โ€
You raised a brow, amused. โ€œThatโ€™s a very specific accusation.โ€
โ€œI know his kind,โ€ he said seriously. โ€œThey carry acoustic guitars to bonfires.โ€
You laughed โ€” but you didnโ€™t move away.
And Wooyoung smiled at that.
Just a little.
The party had started to wind down.
The music was still thumping, but slower now, more background than center stage. People drifted toward couches, clustered in corners, or disappeared into late-night walks and whispered laughter.
You found Wooyoung and San on the back patio โ€” Wooyoung perched on the arm of a bench, San leaning against the railing, both of them quiet in that familiar way they got when the world slowed down around them.
They looked up when you stepped outside, your expression unreadable.
โ€œHey,โ€ you said softly. โ€œCan I talk to you both for a second?โ€
Wooyoung blinked, then stood up straighter. San gave a small nod, eyes steady on you.
You walked past them, to the far end of the patio where the light didnโ€™t quite reach โ€” private, but not dramatic. They followed, like they wouldโ€™ve gone anywhere you asked.
You turned to face them, heart hammering in your chest.
โ€œI need to say something,โ€ you began, voice quiet but sure. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s going to come out perfectly, butโ€ฆโ€
You exhaled, looking between the two of them.
โ€œI see you. Both of you.โ€
They didnโ€™t speak โ€” didnโ€™t move โ€” but something in their eyes softened.
โ€œI see the way youโ€™ve been holding back. The way youโ€™ve waited for me to be ready. How youโ€™ve never pushed. How youโ€™ve been patient and kind and justโ€ฆ here.โ€
You looked down for a second, then back up, meeting Sanโ€™s gaze first.
โ€œYou listen more than you speak. You give space even when it probably hurts to. You look at me like Iโ€™m already enough, even when Iโ€™m not sure I believe it myself.โ€
Then to Wooyoung.
โ€œYou make everything feel lighter. You make me laugh even when I donโ€™t want to. And even when youโ€™re hurting, you still show up like youโ€™re the one trying to make me feel safe.โ€
Wooyoungโ€™s lips parted, a quiet breath catching in his throat.
โ€œI know this bond is supposed to mean something,โ€ you continued. โ€œBut you two are the ones who made it feel real. Not fate. You.โ€
They were both completely still now โ€” not out of shock, but because they didnโ€™t want to break the moment.
โ€œIโ€™m scared. Iโ€™m still scared,โ€ you admitted, voice cracking just a little. โ€œBut not of you. Not anymore. I think Iโ€™ve just been scared of being loved the right way. Of being known.โ€
You let the silence sit for a second.
And then: โ€œBut I think Iโ€™m ready to stop running.โ€
Wooyoung was the first to speak โ€” barely above a whisper. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to jump in all at once. Weโ€™re not going anywhere.โ€
San stepped closer, not touching you, but close enough that you could feel the steady calm of his presence. โ€œWeโ€™ll meet you wherever you are.โ€
You nodded slowly; eyes misty.
And then โ€” for the first time โ€” you reached out, you bridged the gap.
You took both of their hands.
One in each of yours.
And when the threads pulsed between all three of you, soft and steady, no one flinched.
---
The dorm was quiet when you got back.
Hyojin had left a note on the whiteboard stuck to the door: โ€œCrashing at a friend. Try not to emotionally combust without me. ๐Ÿ’–โ€
You smiled faintly as you slipped inside, flipping on the little lamp near your desk. The overhead lights stayed off โ€” too harsh for how full your chest already felt.
Wooyoung and San followed behind you, quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that wasnโ€™t awkward or heavy, justโ€ฆ comfortable. Familiar. Like the air after a storm.
You dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, curling up on the edge of your bed as they settled in, like theyโ€™d done it a hundred times before.
Wooyoung sat cross-legged on the floor beside your bed, chin resting on the edge of the mattress. San leaned back in your desk chair, spinning slowly, rhythmically, his gaze soft as it drifted between the two of you.
No one spoke for a while.
And it was nice.
Eventually, Wooyoung broke the silence. โ€œI missed this,โ€ he said, voice low, like anything louder might shatter it.
You looked at him. โ€œWe didnโ€™t really have this yet.โ€
He smiled. โ€œStill missed it.โ€
San added quietly, โ€œThis is the first time weโ€™ve all feltโ€ฆ aligned. Together. Without fear between us.โ€
You nodded slowly, pulling your knees to your chest.
There was no grand gesture. No dramatic music. Just the three of you sitting in the soft haze of a new beginning.
Eventually, Wooyoung nudged your leg with his elbow. โ€œCan Iโ€”?โ€
You didnโ€™t let him finish.
You reached down and laced your fingers through his.
At the same time, San stood and walked over, crouching beside the bed on your other side. You held your free hand up, and he took it without hesitation.
And just like that โ€” the three of you, linked quietly, hearts in sync โ€” you sat there in the dim dorm light.
No pressure.
No fear.
Just a beginning that felt soft. Safe. Real.
And for the first time in a long time, you didnโ€™t feel like you had to run from it.
San turned toward you gently, his hand still holding yours โ€” grounding, warm, sure. You met his gaze, and something inside you melted at the way he was looking at you. Like you were something sacred. Like he couldnโ€™t believe he got to be this close.
You took a breath, your heart fluttering like soft wings in your chest.
Then, without thinking โ€” no overanalyzing, no running โ€” you leaned in.
And San met you halfway.
The kiss was soft. Careful. Like he was afraid to break you. But underneath that caution was something deeper โ€” a longing that made your fingers tighten just slightly around his.
You felt him breathe against you.
He kissed you again โ€” deeper this time, like he didnโ€™t want to stop, like he couldnโ€™t believe this was real.
And you let him.
You wanted to.
Sanโ€™s heart was beating so fast you could almost feel the rhythm through his skin, like it was trying to leap out of his chest and into yours.
Thenโ€”
A very dramatic throat-clear.
โ€œOkay, my turn,โ€ Wooyoung announced, tapping Sanโ€™s shoulder like he was cutting in at a dance.
San broke the kiss slowly, his face flushed and dazed, as he turned to look at his best friend.
โ€œYouโ€™re seriouslyโ€”โ€
Wooyoung was already leaning in, eyes twinkling but filled with something sincere behind the playfulness. โ€œItโ€™s only fair.โ€
You turned your head toward him, and before you could say anything, he kissed you too โ€” but not the same.
Where San had been slow and steady, Wooyoung was soft and sweet and just a little smug about finally getting his moment. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his lips brushing yours like heโ€™d dreamed of it but never dared to rush it.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, โ€œWorth the wait.โ€
You blinked, breath catching in your throat.
And then San โ€” who still hadnโ€™t let go of your hand โ€” leaned his head against your shoulder with a deep sigh.
โ€œI hate how smooth he is sometimes,โ€ he muttered.
You laughed, tears stinging the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming warmth, the safety, the sheer realness of it all.
You didnโ€™t know what tomorrow would bring.
But right here, in the quiet warmth of your dorm, with both of them beside you โ€” one grounded, one glowing, both yours โ€” you knew one thing for sure:
You werenโ€™t afraid anymore.
You leaned down in bed with them as they both held you in their arms from opposite sides.
---
The sunlight slipped through the blinds, golden and slow, warming the room just enough to make getting up feel illegal.
You were barely conscious, your face smushed into a pillow, your body tangled between limbs that werenโ€™t entirely your own. One of Sanโ€™s arms was looped around your waist, his breath soft against the back of your neck. Wooyoungโ€™s legs were thrown over both of yours like heโ€™d lost a battle with gravity sometime during the night and just made peace with it.
There was a quiet creak โ€” the door opening.
โ€œMorningggโ€”โ€ Hyojinโ€™s voice cut off mid-yawn, followed by a beat of silence.
You blinked slowly, groggily lifting your head and squinting at her like a confused meerkat peeking out of a blanket nest.
Hyojinโ€™s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
โ€œWell, well, well,โ€ she said, arms crossed. โ€œLooks like Y/N got herself a whole cat harem.โ€
You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a muffled, exhausted noise.
San groaned softly behind you, pulling the blanket higher over all of you without even opening his eyes. Wooyoung cracked one eye open, saw Hyojin, and mumbled, โ€œThis isnโ€™t a harem. Itโ€™s a heat-efficient cuddle pod.โ€
Hyojin snorted. โ€œSure, okay. Let me know when you start charging admission.โ€
And with that, she shut the door with a cackle, disappearing down the hall like the menace she was.
You let your head drop back onto the pillow, caught somewhere between embarrassment and the warm, sleepy contentment of knowing you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
San hummed softly. โ€œDid she say cat harem?โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t ask,โ€ you mumbled.
Wooyoung shifted, nestling his face into the crook of your shoulder. โ€œWe shouldโ€™ve locked the door.โ€
โ€œNext time,โ€ you sighed.
Neither of them moved.
Neither did you.
Because honestly? It was kind of the perfect morning.
The day started simple enough.
You'd suggested brunch. Wooyoung had offered to cook. San immediately declared he would supervise, which actually meant doing absolutely nothing useful. Hyojin, coffee mug in hand, sat on the counter like a queen surveying her kingdom of idiots.
โ€œWhat are you making again?โ€ you asked, tying your hair up and peeking into the fridge.
โ€œKimchi fried rice, soft scrambled eggs, and maybe some pancakes,โ€ San replied, already slicing scallions with precision.
โ€œWow,โ€ Hyojin said, sipping her coffee. โ€œYouโ€™re really out here being a better partner than half the men on this campus.โ€
Wooyoung spun dramatically toward her. โ€œExcuse you, I am also contributing.โ€
โ€œTo the chaos,โ€ San muttered without looking up.
Wooyoung gasped. โ€œI am the heart of this kitchen! The ambience! The charisma! Theโ€”โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re the reason weโ€™re out of clean spatulas,โ€ you pointed out, holding up the one he used last night to โ€œmixโ€ instant ramen seasoning directly in the bag.
He winked. โ€œInnovative, not destructive.โ€
You rolled your eyes.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung was trying to focus, but San kept stealing bites of the chopped kimchi and turning up the volume on his โ€œCooking with Soulmatesโ€ playlist, which currently featured 2000s boy bands and at least one anime opening.
โ€œSan,โ€ Wooyoung said patiently, โ€œplease stop dancing while Iโ€™m using a knife.โ€
โ€œYou canโ€™t stop the rhythm, bro.โ€
You laughed as Wooyoung gave you a look like, see what I deal with?
Thenโ€”sizzle, pop, clatter.
San had turned too fast and knocked a bowl of eggs onto the floor.
โ€œOops.โ€
Wooyoung dropped his head onto the counter.
Hyojin didnโ€™t even blink. โ€œThere it is. I was wondering when chaos would strike.โ€
Wooyoung crouched down to clean it up with a dramatic sigh. โ€œIโ€™m too pretty for this world.โ€
โ€œToo clumsy, you mean,โ€ you said, grabbing paper towels and helping.
Despite the mess, laughter kept bubbling up. The apartment was full of it โ€” warm, genuine, the kind that made you forget about everything else. By the time the food was finally plated (only slightly delayed by Wooyoung burning one pancake into a hockey puck), the four of you were crowded around the table, mismatched mugs and all.
San looked over at you, smile soft.
โ€œYou good?โ€
You nodded, already reaching for your chopsticks. โ€œYeah. Iโ€™m really good.โ€
And as you listened to Hyojin roast Wooyoung for the third time that morning while he fake-cried into his orange juice, and San calmly ignored them both while handing you the best parts of the kimchi riceโ€”
You realized this was your new normal.
And you wouldnโ€™t trade it for anything.
---
It happened on a Tuesday.
The kind of Tuesday where the sky was impossibly blue, students were sprawled out on the quad like sleepy cats in the sun, and the stress of midterms hung just slightly less heavy in the air because someone was handing out free donuts by the library steps.
Youโ€™d just finished your psych lecture, notebook tucked under your arm, earbuds half-in. San had texted to say he and Wooyoung were waiting for you by the big tree near the fountain โ€” the one you always ended up circling like a moth on days you didnโ€™t want to head straight to class.
You spotted them instantly.
San, legs crossed in the grass, flipping through his annotated copy of something you definitely werenโ€™t going to read unless threatened. Wooyoung, lying flat on his back beside him, sunglasses on, hoodie hiked up just enough to show the thread on his wrist glowing warm in the daylight.
When you approached, Wooyoung sat up. โ€œThereโ€™s the smartest person in our polycule.โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re notโ€”โ€ you started, but San just smirked and patted the spot beside him.
You sat down between them, letting your bag slide off your shoulder.
San casually reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, fingers brushing your jaw for a beat longer than necessary.
You froze for half a second. Not because you didnโ€™t like it โ€” but because people were around. Out here, in the open.
Sanโ€™s hand dropped, and he didnโ€™t say anything. He didnโ€™t need to.
But Wooyoung saw it. Saw you.
And without saying a word, he reached out and slid his fingers through yours.
No big gesture. No loud announcement. Just a simple act of affection.
And you didnโ€™t pull away.
You let him hold your hand, and you leaned a little into Sanโ€™s side.
Someone nearby whistled. Another person did that thing where they nudge their friend like, โ€œLook, itโ€™s the soulmate trio.โ€
You didnโ€™t run.
You didnโ€™t hide.
You just smiled, cheeks a little warm, heart a little full.
โ€œPDA level one unlocked,โ€ Wooyoung whispered proudly.
โ€œDonโ€™t make it weird,โ€ San murmured, but he was smiling too.
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It was after your late lab, and the sky had dipped into that perfect indigo blue โ€” the kind where the stars were just barely starting to show, and the streetlights cast soft halos on the brick paths winding through campus.
San and Wooyoung had waited for you outside, like always.
Wooyoung had your favorite drink in hand โ€” slightly melted but still sweet โ€” and San had that patient look on his face, the one that said take your time, weโ€™re not in a rush.
You walked between them, your bag slung over one shoulder, all three of you heading toward the front gates where Wooyoung had parked his bike like a chaotic gremlin on two wheels.
It was quiet. Not awkward โ€” just that kind of peace youโ€™d learned to love. The kind that only came from being around people who didnโ€™t need to fill the silence to feel close.
You passed the student center โ€” a few people milling around, sitting on steps, laughing in small groups. Someone waved at Wooyoung. San nodded to a guy from one of his lit classes.
And then you stopped.
Not because of anything specific โ€” no grand thought, no particular reason.
Justโ€ฆ because you felt it.
You turned toward Wooyoung first, reaching out to brush a bit of his hair away from his eyes where the wind had pushed it.
He blinked, lips parting slightly, like he was about to make a joke โ€” something light, something very him.
But you didnโ€™t let him.
You leaned in and kissed him.
Right there, in the middle of campus, under the glow of a streetlight.
Soft. Sweet. Real.
His breath caught โ€” just for a second โ€” and then he kissed you back, one hand resting lightly on your waist like he was afraid to hold too tight.
When you pulled away, his eyes were wide, stunned, lips still parted.
โ€œWhoa,โ€ he breathed. โ€œI wasnโ€™tโ€” That wasโ€”โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ you said softly.
San, behind you, let out the softest exhale of a laugh โ€” warm and fond.
โ€œYouโ€™re not even gonna warn us anymore, huh?โ€ he teased gently.
You turned, reaching for his hand. โ€œIt just felt right.โ€
And it did.
Not because of the thread.
Not because of the bond.
But because it was you. And them. And this life you were slowly building, piece by piece, kiss by kiss.
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It was later that night, after the campus had quieted and the stars had taken over the sky completely.
San walked you back to your dorm โ€” not because he had to, but because he always did when it was just the two of you. The quiet walks had become a thing between you. No pressure. No rush. Just matching footsteps and the occasional shoulder bump under the moonlight.
Neither of you had brought up the kiss yet.
Not the one with Wooyoung.
Not the way it had happened โ€” publicly, openly โ€” like your heart had just decided it was done hiding.
You unlocked the door to your dorm, letting it click behind you softly, and dropped your bag onto the floor with a tired sigh.
San leaned against the wall beside your desk, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, his head slightly downturned like he was thinking through every word before he even said it.
You turned to him, waiting.
It was quiet for a moment.
Thenโ€”
โ€œThat kiss today,โ€ he said softly, not looking at you just yet, โ€œit wasnโ€™t mine. And I still felt like I couldnโ€™t breathe.โ€
You blinked, heart stuttering in your chest.
โ€œNot because I was jealous,โ€ he added quickly, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. โ€œBut becauseโ€ฆ it was real. And Iโ€™ve never seen you look so sure before. So free.โ€
You stepped closer, slowly.
โ€œI was,โ€ you said. โ€œI am.โ€
San smiled โ€” that small, quiet smile that didnโ€™t need to be wide to mean everything.
โ€œIโ€™ve been waiting for you to let yourself want us,โ€ he whispered. โ€œNot just accept the bond. Not just stay. But want.โ€
You were close enough now to touch. You reached up, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead, fingers lingering at his temple.
โ€œI do,โ€ you said, just as quietly. โ€œWant you.โ€
That was all it took.
San leaned in, slow, searching your face one last time โ€” like he needed to see you give him permission even after hearing the words.
You closed the space for him.
The kiss was soft. Warmer than the first one. Deeper. Calmer. It didnโ€™t burn, it settled โ€” like sinking into something safe.
When you finally pulled back, you stayed close, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
โ€œFeels different when itโ€™s just us,โ€ you whispered.
San nodded, lips brushing yours again as he spoke.
โ€œIt always does.โ€
It was raining when you arrived at their dorm.
Not the dramatic, thunderous kind โ€” just a gentle, steady rain that made the windows blur and the world feel slower, quieter. San had texted you earlier: โ€œCome over. Stay the night. Bring your comfiest hoodie.โ€
So you did.
Wooyoung opened the door before you could even knock, like heโ€™d been waiting with his ear pressed to it. He was wearing pajama pants and one of Sanโ€™s old t-shirts, and his smile lit up the dim hallway like sunshine in a storm.
โ€œYouโ€™re here,โ€ he said, and it wasnโ€™t a question โ€” it was a confirmation of something heโ€™d been hoping for all day.
You stepped inside, brushing raindrops from your hoodie as San appeared behind him, hair damp from a shower, holding a mug of tea that he wordlessly handed to you.
โ€œChamomile,โ€ he said. โ€œFor settling in.โ€
That was exactly what this night was โ€” settling in.
No pressure. No grand gestures. Just warmth.
The dorm lights were low. A candle flickered on the windowsill โ€” something cinnamon-sweet and comforting. The sound of rain tapping against the glass filled the quiet spaces between your words.
Wooyoung made popcorn โ€” burned the first batch and blamed the microwave. San changed the playlist three times before settling on soft acoustic songs. You curled up on the bed between them, a blanket draped over all three of you, legs tangled and laughter easy.
At one point, Wooyoung tried to explain the plot of a movie he only half-watched last week, and San kept correcting him with actual facts until Wooyoung gave up and fake-sulked into your shoulder.
You kissed the top of his head. Just because you could now.
San was leaning against the wall behind you, fingers lazily tracing shapes on your thigh beneath the blanket. He wasnโ€™t saying much โ€” but his presence wrapped around you like gravity. Quiet, grounding, always there.
Eventually, the conversation faded, the rain still whispering outside, the playlist down to nothing but soft instrumentals.
You shifted, nestling closer to both of them, and whispered, โ€œThis feels like home.โ€
Wooyoung hummed sleepily, half-asleep already. โ€œThatโ€™s because it is.โ€
San kissed your temple. โ€œYouโ€™re not visiting anymore,โ€ he murmured. โ€œYouโ€™re justโ€ฆ with us.โ€
And that night โ€” wrapped in their warmth, the bond humming quiet and content โ€” you believed it.
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The rain had stopped sometime in the early morning.
The world outside the dorm window was still, soaked and silver-blue in the soft pre-dawn light. Inside, it was warmer โ€” cocooned in quiet breaths and shared blankets, the air heavy with sleep and something else.
You lay between them in the tangle of sheets, Wooyoungโ€™s arm draped lazily over your waist, Sanโ€™s fingers still linked with yours from the night before. None of you had spoken in hours. Not even in whispers. Just soft sighs, slow heartbeats, a peace so deep it didnโ€™t need words.
And then it happened.
It wasnโ€™t loud. It wasnโ€™t dramatic.
It was a feeling โ€” deep in your chest, blooming behind your ribs like light warming the darkest part of you.
The thread.
That red, pulsing thread youโ€™d feared for so long.
It tightened.
Not in a choking, panicked way. Not like it was pulling you in.
More like it was settling. Finding its shape around the three of you. Completing a loop that had taken its time, been patient, never forced you โ€” just waited.
A quiet click, almost metaphysical โ€” like the final piece falling into place.
You felt it hum beneath your skin, and this time, instead of fear, you felt complete.
You shifted slightly, just enough to see both of them. San stirred first, eyes still half-lidded but aware. Wooyoung blinked slowly, sleep still soft around the edges of him.
โ€œโ€ฆDid you feel that?โ€ you whispered.
San nodded, voice gravelly. โ€œYeah.โ€
Wooyoungโ€™s smile was slow, drowsy, genuine. โ€œFinally.โ€
None of you moved to sit up. None of you needed to.
You just breathed together, wrapped in each other โ€” the bond no longer glowing, but settled.
No more tugging. No more questions.
Just quiet connection.
A single thread. Three hearts.
And everything that came next.
โ€ข
A/N: Again! I hope you enjoyed :3 It is sort of my first soulmate au story and I'm fairly new so let me know how I did ^^ (I tried ;'3)
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yelenabemylova ยท 19 days ago
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"yeosang is too cute to be sexy" "face doesn't match the body" more doberman yeosang for the rest of us then <33
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kang yeosang the man that you are :')
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docces ยท 2 months ago
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seobinghard ยท 3 months ago
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FASHION DESIGNER!HONGJOONG x PA!READER
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imagine being designer!joong's personal assistant. yeah, your life's hell. is the pay good? not even. you're only doing it for the experience because a year of working for kim hongjoong opens a million doors for the rest of your careerโ€”at least that's what you heard from the grapevine (linkedin), and they're right. your boss, as pedantic as he is handsome, is a 'somebody'; a book of the industry's most valuable contacts.
the hours are gruelling; long nights, early starts.
and don't get you started on the four am fittings and god forbid, seoul fashion week. hell on earth. there's no such thing as sleep, oh no, hongjoong will put you on iv drips if he has to keep you awake. and he didโ€”thrice (he fed you steak and bought you prada afterwards tho).
sometimes, he'll call you at three in the morning for cappuccinoโ€”searing hot, and of course, you deliver because you'reโ€”get thisโ€”competent. yes, the brightest of all the pa's joong's ever had. anything he wants. you produce. archive rick owens, sixteen skirts from calvin klein, "get jarrod from dsquared on the phone", unreleased gq, "find out if byeon wooseok's attending the vogue afterparty"โ€”anything he wants, you deliver on a silver platter with a crisp white napkin on the side.
hongjoong convinces himself the reason he's kept you around for this long is because you're good at what you do, not because he has a soft spot for you or anything, no, no.
until he accidentally overhears you whispering to your stylist friends about leaving the job. leaving him.
his heart sinks. in rage and betrayal.
you're in joong's car, he's driving today. weird, you thought. you always drove.
"heard you wanna quit," he mutters. it's not a question.
you swallow the shock on your face. how did he find out? "what? me? no way!" that totally sounded convincing. you turn towards the window, cringing.
hongjoong chuckles, "you're a shit liar." there's something in the air you can't quit comprehend. unspoken tension; it feels intimate, warm. "i know it hasn't been easy for you. but if you're planning to quit, don't." the next thing he says leaves you breathless. "i need you."
you don't know what to say. you want to scream at him; yell in his face to stop being hot and cold with you, stop sending you on cappuccino runs at three am, stop treating you like shit then buying you prada afterwards AHHHโ€”but alas, he's your boss. a hot one too. makes you nervous. so you spit out the first thing that's been on your mind since you first took this job.
"ten percent raise," you blurt out meekly.
hongjoong nods, as if he's known. "how bout fifteen, and come to paris fashion week with me?" he glances at you, eyes expecting. this time, it's a question.
"do i get to keep the designer gifts and pr packages?" you press, feeling a bit cheeky.
hongjoong smiles, "you know i always let you."
"put it in writing."
his eye twitches. you littleโ€“
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03jyh23 ยท 3 months ago
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เผ˜โ‹†mon's 500 followers special.แŸ.แŸ 500-word prompt rouletteโŸข
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โ˜•๏ธโ”†more than just coffee
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kim hongjoong x gn! reader
โ”‚synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move
โ”‚genre: fluff
โ”‚trigger warnings: none
โ”‚roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong
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You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.
"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.
You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.
Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."
Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."
You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.
Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"
"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"
Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.
"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.
Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"
You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.
"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, youโ€™re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.
Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.
His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.
You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."
"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.
"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.
"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."
His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.
"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."
Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"
You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"
"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."
"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"
His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."
You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.
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s4nniebe4r ยท 2 months ago
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the roommate
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part one: the lease
pairing: roommate! san x fem! reader
synopsis: a mutual friend suggests you and choi san, of all people live together
wc: 1.2k
tags: slow burn, roommates, enemies to lovers, angst, forced proximity, eventual romance
etc: this fic is brought to life in a conversation i had with a close friend lol. this fic is going to span a few chapters, so be aware of thatโ€ฆ no regular updates, but hopefully i can get them out fairly soon. as always, this isnโ€™t proofread!
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The second Seonghwa brought it up, you both shut it down.ย 
โ€œYou two should room together.โ€
You nearly choke on your drink. โ€œAbsolutely not.โ€
He, on the other hand, doesnโ€™t even look up from his phone. โ€œYea, no thanks.โ€
Seonghwa blinks at you both, clearly confused by the immediate and mutual rejection. โ€œOkay, well you didnโ€™t have to say it like that.โ€
Itโ€™s not that the idea in itself is inherently terribleโ€”logistically, it makes sense. Seonghwa knows youโ€™re both struggling to get to the final place before the semester starts, and the rental market is a nightmare. But the problem is that Choi San is insufferable.ย 
Your first impression of him had been nothing short of hellish. Maybe it was the way he barely spared you a glance, as if you werenโ€™t worth more than a second of his time. Or the way that he was just a little too blunt, like he couldnโ€™t be bothered to soften his words for the sake of basic social norms. Or maybe it was how, in that first conversation, he had looked at youโ€”sharp, and knowing, as if he had already decided you werenโ€™t worth the effort. Whatever it was, it grated on your nerves immediately. And judging by the way San hadnโ€™t exactly extended the welcome mat either, the feeling was mutual.ย 
The first conversation still lingers in your mind. You had met at some house party Seonghwa dragged you to, already regretting your decision the moment you stepped inside. San had been standing near the drinks, eyes scanning the room like he had a better place to be. You had barely introduced yourself before he cocked his head, and asked, โ€œYou always act this strange, or just tonight?โ€
It was meant to be a joke. Maybe. But it sent your irritation through the roof. โ€œWow. Charming.โ€
San has just smirked, sipping his drink. โ€œDidnโ€™t say I was. Just curious.โ€ With that he strolled away, but not before you could hear him mutter the words what a weirdo under his breath.ย 
And that was the beginning of your mutual distaste.ย 
So no, you are not going to be his roommate.ย 
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A month ago, you would have laughed at the idea of living with San. Back then, you had standards. Preferences. Hopes. A list of potential roommates who werenโ€™t actively infuriating. But as time passed and each option fell throughโ€”rents too high, locations too inconvenient, roommates too unreliableโ€”you started to realize that standards were a luxury you couldnโ€™t afford anymore.ย 
It has become a pattern: refreshing apartment listings every morning, scrolling through rental groups, sending out hopeful messages only to be met with astronomical prices or ghosting. At first, you were picky. Then you were just desperate.ย 
Seonghwa had been the first to suggest it, of course. More than once. And you ignored him every time, even when the options were thinning, even when you knew you were starting to run out of time. But after yet another overpriced studio slipped through your fingers once more, you made the mistake of asking, โ€œSoโ€ฆ has he found a place yet?โ€
Seonghwa, always the opportunist, grinned through the phone. โ€œOh? Are you saying what I think youโ€™re saying?โ€
You grimaced. โ€œJust answer the question.โ€
โ€œNo, he hasnโ€™t. And you should talk to him before he does.โ€
You scoffed, crossing your arms. โ€œWhy do you care so much?โ€
You could hear him take a quick sip of his coffee. โ€œBecause you two are both stubborn brats who need a place to live, and Iโ€™m tired of watching you struggle out of sheer pride.โ€
You wanted to argue, butโ€ฆ he wasnโ€™t wrong. The idea still made you cringe though. Living with San? The same San who once told you to just get over it when you complained about a professorโ€™s impossible grading during a group hangout. The same San who somehow always knew exactly what buttons to push and how without even much of a thought.ย 
Still, the reality of your situation was pressing down on you.ย 
You really, really didnโ€™t want to. But practicality won out over pride, and that was how you now found yourself sending an excruciatingly awkward text. You wondered if it sounded desperate.ย 
you still looking for a place?
It took him two hours to respond.ย 
yeah. why?
You stared at your phone for a long moment, weighing your options. Every bone in your body wanted to tell him never mind, but you didnโ€™t have that luxury anymore.ย 
i have an apartment lead. two bedrooms. rent isnโ€™t awful. want to check it out?
Sanโ€™s reply came quicker this time.ย 
sure. when?ย 
And just like that, your fate was sealed. It felt like you were making a pact with the devil.ย 
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The apartment was fineโ€ฆ fine.
Nothing notable. Nothing terrible. Just, fine.ย 
The landlord was a woman in her late forties with minimal patience. She led the two of you through a quick tour. The kitchen that should really have been labeled as a kitchenette, was small, but functional. The bathroom had seen better days, but was clean enough. The bedrooms were on opposite sides of the unitโ€”an unexpected blessing. If you were really going to do this, at least you wouldnโ€™t have to hear him late at night in the next room.ย 
San, of course, was impossible to read. He wandered through the apartment with his hands remaining in his pockets, gaze flicking over each room with mild disinterest. Meanwhile, you were running frantic calculations in your head. The price wasnโ€™t awful, the location was decent, and most importantly, this was your last option, you were out.ย 
"So?" the landlord asked, tapping her pen against the clipboard she held. "You in or not?"
You opened your mouth, ready to say yes, only to hesitate when San finally spoke. โ€œIs there parking?โ€
You shot him a quick look. That was his question? Not about utilities, not about security deposits, butโ€ฆ parking?
The landlord sighed. โ€œStreet parking only. First come, first serve.โ€
San only hummed, nodding slightly before falling silent again.ย 
The landlord turned to you. โ€œAnd you? Any questions?โ€
A thousand, but nothing would change the fact that you desperately needed this apartment. You shook your head. โ€œNo, Iโ€™m good, thank you.โ€
She clapped her hands together. "Great. Lease starts next week. If youโ€™re both serious, we can do paperwork now."
There was a beat of silence. Then San shrugged. "Fine by me."
And that was it.ย 
So there you sat at the landlord's desk, pen in hand, staring at the contract in front of you. San was already in the midst of signing his copy, cool and composed as ever, like this was just another task to check off on his to-do list. Meanwhile, your stomach was knotting and twisting. This was real. You were actually doing this.ย 
You glanced at him, half-expecting some last-minute hesitation, some crack in his indifferent facade. But he just slid his finished paperwork back across the desk, tapping his fingers idly against the table, tapping his fingers idly against the table as he waited for you to finish.ย 
With a deep breath, you signed your name.ย 
The landlord smiled. โ€œCongratulations. Hope you two get along.โ€
Neither of you responded.ย 
San tucked his copy of the lease into his bag, turning to you with an unreadable expression yet again. โ€œGuess weโ€™re doing this.โ€
You exhaled sharply, gripping your set of keys tightly. โ€œGuess so.โ€
You already had a headache.ย 
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dollerin ยท 2 months ago
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you flipped through the pages of your book, settling into the soft surface of your bed. mingi entered your bedroom as you became more immersed in your book.
he sighed loudly, walking towards the bed, not saying anything at first. he sat on his side of the bed for a moment; his back facing you as you continued reading.
after a few minutes, he turned to you, laying back and resting his head on your shoulder.
โ€œhi, pretty boy,โ€ you spoke softly, bringing your arm to wrap around him, burying your hand in his strands.
โ€œhey.โ€ he mumbled against your skin, almost pressing a kiss there. his arms rested against his sides, seeming like he wanted to wrap them around you but he didnโ€™t.
โ€œwhatโ€™s wrong? hm?โ€ you asked, glancing down at him for a split second. he inhaled, hesitating.
โ€œnothing, i just..โ€
you closed your book, โ€œgo ahead, im listening.โ€
โ€œi miss you..โ€
โ€œbut im right here, ming,โ€ you giggled, combing your fingers through his hair once more. he shifted, his arms moving closer to wrap around you.
โ€œno, i mean, you. your touch.. andโ€”โ€œ he stopped himself, his arms slithering around your waist, squeezing. his leg was thrown across yours as his body moved closer.
you started to realize what he meant, so you pulled him closer, placing a kiss in his forehead.
โ€œwhy didnโ€™t you just say so, baby?โ€
he shrugged, still trying to move closer, as if that were possible. he picked his head up off of your shoulder, glancing down at your lips before he pressed a small kiss against them.
he pecked them once, and then twice, which eventually turned into more kisses than you could count.
โ€œmmph, mingi!โ€ you laughed as he climbed on top of you, his hands coming to drift under your shirt, resting at your sides as he peppered more kisses against your lips.
โ€œmissed you..โ€ he mumbled again before giving you one more kiss, one that was more deep, less playful but filled with love and passion.
๐Ÿ’Œ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ finally a post from dollerin (we cheered) ^^
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tangerineastronaut ยท 3 months ago
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hello can I get ateez members as doms? how they act with there subs in these relationship.
Dom!ATEEZ and Sub!Reader individual dynamics | ot8
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Pairing: ot8 and their Dom!style Genre: ot8 reactions Requested: Yes w.c. 2.5k Warnings: BDSM dynamics, mentions of smut/sex/etc, discussion of punishments, dacryphilia A/N: what even is this I am so sorry this is so bad omg Please remember this is just my take. If you disagree, you're more than welcome to make your own! Don't take it personally ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ Requests: Open (link below)
Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids
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Hongjoong
Be afraid
^ When youโ€™re bad (most of the time, u little shit)
Hard!Dom, strictest of the members
Brat tamer 100000% but doesn't want to be
Genuinely gets angry when youโ€™re a brat, would prefer if youโ€™d just listen to him
Punishments are meant to break you emotionally
Worst of all the members in that regard tbh
Will deny you things rather than physical discipline ~ praise, orgasms, affection
Wants you desperate and needy, it gives him control over you
Can forget to give you praise at times, does not get angry if you ask/remind him
โ€œAh, sorry. Iโ€™ve been busy, baby. Yes, Iโ€™m proud of you for going out today, I know youโ€™ve been struggling recently. Did you eat at that cafe you liked? Did you remember to use my card? Why not? That's what it's for, love."
Blows money on you
Cannot stop buying you pretty things, especially clothes
Makes you try on the things he's purchased for you - usually ends with you getting fucked in whatever you had on last
Wants you to wear nice things when you go out to fancy dinners
Not very physically affectionate but will be if you need him to be
Will not punish you for being insecure, just wants to reassure you and make you feel beautiful
Sex is either quick and dirty or long and passionate
Fav positions are standing or missionary with your legs over his shoulders
Shower sex >>>
He's so damn busy there's not much other choice
Looks so fucking hot when he's got you pinned to the tile wall
Biting/marking - he loves to use his teeth on you
Don't you dare bite him back
Likes foreplay but prefers sex, is good at eating you out but would rather use his cock than his tongue
Is good at aftercare, though it's more of a standard, doesn't like pillow talk unless you need it
Will still make sure you're safe/comfy/loved and will do anything for you
Is rough, but can turn it off when he knows you need a softer side.
Seonghwa
Soft!dom
Gentle until he isn't
Strict, but not the strictest
Does not enjoy punishments as much as the others, but still wants to make sure you know your place
Does not understand the concept of being a brat, you're so good for him
"What do you mean no? Like no...what? I just asked you to come here, silly."
Rarely has to punish you anyway, he doesnโ€™t have many rules
You break the rules on purpose sometimes
Heโ€™ll punish you harder if he thinks thatโ€™s the case vs you accidentally breaking a rule
Very snuggly
Will want you to just sit with him while he works with his legos
Loves to be held by you
Asks you for compliments
โ€œDo you like this color on me?โ€
Will not scold you in public
Expect gentle touches and verbal correction
Hates seeing you cry, even if it's from an intense orgasm
Obsessed with aftercare
Will shower you with praise and tell you how well you did
"I'm sorry baby, I was rough today. Took me so well though, so pretty. Love it when you get on your back for me. Want me to wash your hair?"
Likes taking care of you in general, will mother you like his members (but worse)
"Why didn't you eat today?! C'mon, let's go to that noodle shop you like."
Sex is not super kinky but is almost always emotional
Pretty straightforward, wants you both to feel good and snuggle after
Likes getting head and giving head, but prefers sex over foreplay
Fav positions are spooning and intimate spaces like in a comfy chair with you in his lap
Soft kisses + him stroking your hair + thanking you for always being his good girl
Yunho
Cocky and playful
Neither soft nor hard, just likes to keep you guessing
Is silly unless he's in a bad mood
Likes to make you sit in his lap while he games
You like it too, he knows it
Will get pouty if you don't praise his efforts
Don't tease him while he plays
Fr don't
If you value your cervix, you will not tease this man when he's not in the mood for sex
"What's wrong, baby? You were whining for my attention, now you're whining that it doesn't fit? That's a fucking lie."
Size kink
Likes feeling bigger/taller/stronger than you
Expect to be teased over this, even if you're not that short
Loves taking selfies with you
A big puppy
Can be a big scary puppy
Doesn't scold you in public
Likes it when you know you're in trouble
Sweetheart but will do a 180
When he's stressed or in a bad mood he can be too rough
Sometimes it's hard to tell when it's okay to be silly and not
He will let you know
Breeding kink at its finest
Size kink + breeding kink = RIP ur ability to walk
"I know it's deep baby, shh...almost there..."
Likes making you beg
Loves to degrade you and then praise you in the same breath
Talks you through it
Very sweet, silly aftercare
Sex is not complete until you're a giggling, sleepy mess in his arms
Fav position is anything where he can manhandle you beneath him
Yeosang
Quiet dom
But not soft
Very strict but is not loud about it
Perfect brat tamer, but isn't one (you can't rile him upโ€”most intuitive of the members and rarely rises to the occasion)
Most of his dominant side is only seen when you're alone
Does not scold you in public
Expects you to follow the rules and does not remind you
Goes straight to punishment
You cannot catch him off guard
Knows your moods before you do
Terrifyingly calm
"Is that how we're acting today? Okay."
Likes to edge you
Loves when you orgasm as soon as his cock goes in due to overstimulation
^ will continue fucking you anyway
Thinks you're prettiest when you're crying
"That good, huh? You're blushing baby...such pretty tears."
Fucks you sitting up, likes it when you cling to him and wants to feel your tears on his shoulders
Eye contact >>>
So fucking calm it's scary, truly
Like imagine you've fucked up in public and you know it, this mf just gives you the gentlest of smiles
He likes you anxious
Sex is deceptively rough
You would not expect it but he likes it to hurt
He wants you to fight back
That grip strength is not to be taken lightly
Fav position is missionary or in a car with you in his lap
Aftercare is pretty strict, he has a routine
Bathroom, water, bed, letting him hold you
Prioritizes you afterwards since he knows he can be rough
Wants you to tell him about your day as though he didn't just rail you into next tuesday
San
Very traditional dom vibes
Does not hold back on punishments like hwa
Expect an equal amount of praise and correction, heavily values both
Big on body worship, either you on him or vice versa
Will want you to kiss his chest and shoulders and remind him how safe he makes you feel
Protective, but not possessive
Best dom for daddy issues
Will tell you he's proud of you but fuck you into the mattress a few minutes later
^ while still telling you he's proud of you
Most fair punishments, typically physical but not cruel
Spankings, being made to take it on the floor, being tied down, etc etc
Loooooves tying you up
Huge on boundaries and safewords
All the members are but San prefers constant check ins
"How are we, baby? Can you still take it? Use your words, pretty girl."
Sex lasts a loooooong time from foreplay to aftercare
Like, expect to spend an entire evening in the bedroom
Only because he loves to warm you up beforehand with a few orgasms
Loves it when you orgasm
Edging is not necessary, he wants you to have as many as possible until you're overstimulated
Follows your lead during aftercare, whatever you need
"Did so good for me. What do you need from me, baby? A massage? I can do that. Love you so much. Did so well tonight."
Will let you sit in his lap while he works
Likes it when you tease him, but won't punish you right away
Makes you wait for it
"Hi baby. Remember what you did earlier? Let's figure out how to make you say sorry without words."
Fav positions are you in his lap or lying on the counter/table
Mingi
BRAT TAMER
and loves it
Will encourage you to act out just so he can punish you
Literally begging for a reason
"Please baby. Tell me no one more fucking time. The kitchen table is right there and I'm hard as fuck."
Mean and you love it
Is going to bend you over any surface when you give him the slightest inclination that you're about to act up
Effortlessly attractive, actually unfair
Genuinely does not know how wet you are simply because he's pinning you down
Lives for his own pleasure and you're along for the ride
DO NOT think he doesn't care about you getting off thoโ€”
โ€”and do not let that man's mouth near your pussy if you know what's good for your health
Addicted to eating you out
Mingi demands few things of you as his sub, but allowing him to ravish your pussy is a requirement
You WILL sit on his face and you WILL cry and he WILL hold your hips so you can't squirm away while he sucks your clit and makes you cum for the third time
Uses it as both a reward and punishment
That overstimulation will have you in tears
He does not care
Sex lasts a little longer than average simply because you have to pry him off of you
Impatient when it comes to you and your attitude
Punishment is always physical
Loves to spank you for misbehaving
Not the kinkiest but probably the most hypersexual of the members
LOUD sex
Aftercare is not really organized but still very involved. Expect kisses, a very clingy man, and cuddling
Loves you with your clothes on too
Can forget to give you praise, but shows you he's proud in his own ways
"You made this? Holy shit, it's amazing. My baby can cook??"
Kissing the top of your head, just because he can >>>>
Does not scold you in publicโ€”probably has not realized you've done something that warrants scolding
Is possessive and VERY jealous
Like Hongjoong, he knows when to turn it off if you need him to be gentle with you
Wooyoung
A fucking? brat dom?
Will ignore you for attention
You can't outbrat the brat
Big on silent treatment as long as he thinks you can emotionally handle it
Very touchy feely, likes grabbing you and holding you against him
Has a range of looks to give you to tell you when you've fucked up
Hates when other men stare at you, will absolutely stare back
Loves PDA the most out of the members
Does not care if you're in public, will scold you when needed
Will also tease you just to see you squirm
Is not above things like vibrating panties when you've been acting up
Loves to use his hands during punishment or praise
Expect handprints on your ass
May as well get them tattooed on there tbh
Whiny when he wants your attention
Can sometimes be too much
"Are you okay? Was that too hard?"
Likes to make you cry
Enjoys pissing you off since you can't do anything about it
Imagine getting fucked daily by your biggest opp
"Aww, are you mad? Huh? I can tell. Cry me a river while you take this cock, baby."
a menace, tbh
Sex is kinky af
DIRTY TALK mf won't shut up as it is and rambles when he's inside you
"Take it, baby. That's it, just like that. So fucking pretty. You just open those legs when I come near, huh? An obedient little slut when she expects cock."
Not super long sex but can happen multiple times a day
Possessive and jealous
Takes lots of pictures of you
^ Doing anything
"Hold still, I'm taking a pic. Can you tilt your head? Your toothbrush is in the way."
Aftercare is forehead kisses and praise, whining when you have to get up.
Big heart, loves giving you compliments and seeing you shine
Is infinitely proud of you and will not stop telling you so
Likes to do domestic things with you like cooking
Takes you on cute little dates rather than big fancy dinners
Do NOT let him hear you talking bad about yourself
Jongho
Loves being a dom the most
Similar to San, very straightforward, traditional dom
Unlike San, has a cruel streak
Basically a combination of Hongjoong and San
He feels the best when he spoils you
Wants you to buy anything you want
Obsessed with you fr
Wants to make love to you any time he can
Will pin you down but...romantically??
Master of seduction, likes you warm and ready for him
Takes you to fancy dinners and then fucks you in the car on the way home
Loves having his cock worshipped by you
Can eat pussy but prefers seeing your lips wrapped around him
Calls you good girl more than anything
"Did you take your medicine this morning? Good girl."
Isn't jealous at all
Doesn't have to be, he knows you're his
When he catches other men staring at you he feels proud like "yeah, she's mine."
Extremely physically affectionate but only in private
Gentlemanly in public, his hand is usually at the small of your back
In private he just wants to hold you
Loves picking you up
Will pet your hair and pull you in for kisses while he asks about your day
Loves your hair btw
Like, wrapped around his insane grip while he fucks you from behind
Dirty talk
"That's it, baby. Look so pretty like this. You've been wet all day, huh? Just waiting for me to get home and make it better? How many times did you touch that pussy thinking of me?"
Not super kinky, but sex is still intense
Does like to blindfold you occasionally
Likes it when he comes home from work to find you naked in bed, where you're supposed to be
"Is this for me?" he'll ask, sliding his hand over your bare ass.
Doesn't even get fully undressed before he's inside you, he's only impatient when it comes to you
Breeding kink but AUTHENTIC. Like, wants you pregnant (only when you're ready) will probably find you absolutely irresistible when pregnant
Aftercare is whatever you need but will always include water and cuddles
Very protective of you, scolds you for being clueless at times
"Why the hell did you take an uber? You should've just called me. Who knows what kind of people are out there!"
Will get angry with you but you're literally the gem of his life, he treasures you more than anything
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twilightzoneletters ยท 9 months ago
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[3:11 pm]
you stand there, completely shocked. eyes wide and staring at your boyfriend, yunho.
he's currently standing in front of you, with wide and toothy grin plastered on his face, as he holds out towards you with both of his hands , a puppy. and the puppy in question is also looking at you, feet dangling, tail wagging, tongue out and happy as can be.
"happy birthday sweetheart!"
your heart skips a beat just like always at the petname, and finally you're able to react.
"yun..." you look at him with what he sees as puppy-dog eyes, and he cant help but to cradle the actual puppy in one of his arms and pull you closer to him.
you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest, trying not to cry. not that you were sad or anything, just overwhelmed.
yunho's heart melts the moment you do so though, and he pats the top of your head with his free hand.
"do you like her?"
you look up at him and then to the tiny puppy, who as soon as you lay eyes on her makes an attempt to reach your face and lick it. you giggle and shift so your arms are free and can take the little bundle of joy into your own hands.
her tail just wags and wags as she excitedly climbs up towards your face, nose nudging you and licking all over your face.
"i love her yun."
he giggles watching the pup, "i think she might love you too."
your smile doesn't fade for one moment as you lean into yunho. he gives a questioning look when you suddenly look up at him, eyes full of love.
"i have two puppies that love me now, this little lady here," you take your hand to boop the puppy's nose, "and a giant one," you do the same and boop yunho's nose just like you did the pups.
the rest of the day is filled with birthday wishes and calls from your friends as you three go around pet stores shopping for toys and beds and treats for the new little furball of light in your life.
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linearities ยท 3 months ago
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แ…Ÿแ…Ÿแ…Ÿแ…Ÿ APPLE เฑจเงŽ CIDER . ๏ฝก .
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lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.
this fanfiction is part of my birthday event.
pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader.
genre: fluff.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, pet names, reader and wooyoung being very much in love, mention of sex scraches yay!
a/n: hi, pookies! sorry i'm late for our event, it was supposed to start on sunday (26th) but i had a few problems and couldn't post it. but here we are, with our first fanfic of the week! we'll have more coming up on the next few days, maybe not on schedule but they'll still come. love you all, stay safe!
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it was a lazy, cold sunday. you and your boyfriend locked in your shared apartment, laughing and watching series, tucked under the covers with fuzzy socks and matching pajamas on. yapping about everything and nothing at the same time. how hungry you were, how cute you both looked, your future plans, your future family, your work, your projects, your cravings, everything.
talking had always been easy with wooyoung. he didnโ€™t hold back, so you didnโ€™t feel like you ever should. he always made you comfortable with being yourself, unapologetically so. do you feel the need to be loud? be loud. need to be vulnerable? be vulnerable. need alone time? have all the time you want, my dear. heโ€™ll be here when you feel better. so, if at almost 9PM you say that youโ€™re craving apple pie, heโ€™ll simply jump off the bed to make it for you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and smiling sickeningly sweet in your direction, heading to the kitchen without giving you a single chance to protest.
except a few minutes later, when the clanking and clacking of the utensils had stopped, his call was clear for you.
โ€œbaby? would you come here for a second?โ€ you jumped out of bed, sliding in the shadow the hedgehog themed slippers he had bought for you before pacing lazily to the kitchen, finding him with his cooking apron on, shirtless and with a knife in his hand as he diced up the apples. โ€can you tie my hair for me?โ€
he requested, earning a giddy giggle out of you, who nodded and looked around for a hair tie, positioning yourself behind him. gathering his hair in a low ponytail, you kissed the nape of his neck before tying it properly, giggling as you watched him shiver. that encouraged you to place another kiss there. and another, and another, hugging his waist from behind and nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades, laying a soft kiss on the naked, soft skin, still with a few scratch marks from the night before.
โ€œi love you,โ€ you mumbled, deeply inhaling his natural scent, โ€so much.โ€
he smiled, waddling around the kitchen with you glued to him, โ€i love you too, baby. so much.โ€
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well that was a short one! thank you all for reading, i'll see you next time !! <33
xoxo, meggie. <3
p.s.: rip wooyoo's long hair. ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ
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seonghwaddict ยท 1 year ago
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23:46 โ€” song mingi
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in which your best friend is a little hard to wake up.
roommate!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. friends to lovers. fluff. timestamp. warnings. lots of kisses. wc. 1k. rating. pg-13.
lilo's notes. hiii here's a cute little mingi fic because i love him so much :3
listening to. you're mine, you!, chet baker
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a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you walk into the living room, finding your roommate fast asleep on the couch. mingi snored softly, sprawled out with his black playstation controler dangling from his hand for dear life.
you just wanted to grab a snack from the kitchen, but instead you made a detour to crouch beside the couch and take the controler from his hand as gently as you could. not that taking it from him forcefully wouldโ€™ve made any difference; he could sleep through a category five hurricane. once you set the controller on the small coffee table, you reached for the glasses that squished against his nose.
he didnโ€™t stir as you nudged his shoulder gently. at first you felt bad about having to wake him, but the distinct memories of him whining about his shoulder hurting after sleeping on the couch flashed through your mind.
โ€œmingiโ€ฆโ€ you whispered softly, nudging him again, โ€œmingi, wake up.โ€
after the third nudge he muttered something, though you could quite tell what. with your hand resting on his should as he pushed his face further into the pillow beneath his head, you sighed and moved to get up. but before you could register it, a hand wrapped around your write and pulled you down on the couch, legs tangling with yours and his other hand keeping you close by the small of your back.
you held your breath as he began moving you, practically trapping you beneath his large body as he drags himself halfway on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. his short, washed-out pink hair tickled your cheek as he lifted his head to look at you. you wouldโ€™ve laughed at the tired expression of his face, all pouting lips and squinting eyes.
โ€œi tried to wake you.โ€ your voice came out a lot higher than you intended, not realising you almost felt flustered at your current position.
his eyes fluttered shut again and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, making you tense for a moment before relaxing. his voice gravelly in his newly awake state, he spoke against the soft skin of your neck, โ€œwhyโ€
โ€œyou always complain about your neck hurting when you sleep on the couch, i was trying to get you to move and sleep in your bed but you wouldnโ€™t wake up.โ€
your answer has him humming understandingly, nuzzling his face further into your neck. your best friend was usually quite affectionate, however, this felt different from the more common cuddles during movie nights or occasional hand holding. you chalked it up to him not being fully awake, mind still hazy from his nap. at least until you felt the first of his kisses along your neck. they were so soft they were easy to miss, yet still the unmistakable brush of his lips that you sometimes found yourself wanting to feel against yours.
still, you didnโ€™t protest, tentatively moving one of your hands up to brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. this only encouraged him, another hum vibrating against your skin. a soft sigh slipped passed your lips as his large hand moved to the small of your back to your waist, thumb carressing you through your flimsy white tanktop. with his body pressed against yours and his lips kissing anywhere he could reach comfortably, you relaxed, letting yourself lean your head back against the plush sofa.
โ€œmingi,โ€ you finally pulled yourself together to ask, โ€œwhat are you doing?โ€
โ€œjustโ€ฆ just holding you,โ€ he muttered against you. his kisses were tender and didnโ€™t hold any sense of urgency, lazy presses against your pulse. โ€œyou feel nice, you smell nice, and youโ€™re so warm. let me just hold you for a bit, please?โ€
it almost sounded like he was pleading when he asked you to let him do so and you found it hard to say no. in general, you found it hard to say no to anything he asked. so, you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper and making him lift his head to look down at you. moments turned into seconds which turned into minutes as your surroundings blurred and all you could think of was the tender look in his eyes as he leaned forward. he paused, waiting to see if youโ€™d tell him to stop, but at the sight of the slightest of nods he couldnโ€™t hold himself back from brushing his lips against yours. his hand on your waist tightened for a second as he pulled away, holding himself up with his other hand, forearm supporting him as his face hovered above yours.
he took in the sight of you beneath him, gaze flickering all over your face as he tried to memorise the sparkling look of your round eyes and your tiny puffs of air. thereโ€™s a smile tugging at his plush lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your cheeks warm even more. and when he spoke, his voice was no longer rough with sleep, but a gentle whisper only for you to hear.
โ€œplease tell me this isnโ€™t a dream.โ€
you almost laughed at the endearing question but opted to smile instead, your hands cupping his cheeks. โ€œno, this isnโ€™t dream.โ€
โ€œgood,โ€ he spoke through a sigh, sounding oh so content, โ€œyouโ€™re just so pretty.โ€
a comfortable silence washed over you as he lowered himself to press another kiss against your lips. this time he let himself stay longer, he found the taste of your lips addicting, getting lost in the way they feel against his tongue as he swiped it along your bottom lip. when you parted for air, he rested his forehead against yous, breath mingling. the rest of the night was spent through lazy kisses and loving words that left you confused at the relationship you shared with him. but before you could ask about it, you had both fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms on the couch you had tried so hard to get him off of.
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