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justbelievinginmagic · 7 months ago

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ariadne's thread ⎯ pt. 2: never go that way.

pairing(s): hyunjin x fem!reader, soobin x yeonjun, jisung & fem!reader, soobin & fem!reader. series summary: when tempted by an intoxicating offer by hyunjin the goblin king of the underground, you fight against him to find your own sense of self once more while in his labyrinth. glimpse: abandoned in the desert sea, you take your first steps into your quest where you meet challenges that put your patience to the test and meet a collection of unusual folk - from a frustrating man with quokka-cheeks to a sweet tall blonde and his mysterious seal-fur caped partner. warnings/tags: inspired by the 1986' movie Labyrinth, follows majority of the movie's plot points with lore divergence, 3rd person POV, use of Y/N, some violence, pixies get squished, some mild injuries, anxiety, world building!!, strong language, faerie lore!!, amnesia, best boy han jisung being a fae menace!!! (we will learn his name later promise but thats Him!) soobin/yeonjun from txt cameo, selkie!yeonjun, changeling!soobin, goblin!jisung. let me know if there is anything else i should tag! word count: 7.3k first chapter <- -> next chapter series masterlist

The desert sea felt endless. She wasn’t sure how long she’d trudged through the dunes; all she knew was that her shoes (which had thankfully appeared on her feet when she’d been transported) were full of itchy sand. Grains in-between her toes, they scratched at her heels and her soles. It was annoying, but what was more annoying was that every step towards the walled maze didn’t seem to make it appear any closer. In fact, it seemed like it was still so, so far away. It was like an optical illusion; the little walls growing further and further despite her continuous walking. Was this some sort of torture? A brain game? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was growing more and more frustrated.

The area around her was dark; the sunspot she and the King had been transported to was only so large, and the rest of the Underground was dark. Cool and dark. There was a haunting ruddiness in the distance that reminded her of the orange-red glow of fire. As if there was an ever-glowing inferno just out of reach. It was mostly from the floating candles and large roaring fires in the tall look-out posts high above the Labyrinth, she was sure of it. But it didn’t make it less strange.

This whole place was strange. Glancing around with a sigh and a wipe of her brow, she noted the dead twisted plants that spotted the landscape in brown, dry patches. Cacti with withering pink flowers that looked like they would crumble away with a single harsh wind and the odd-shattered stone obelisks jutting out of the sand dunes every so many feet. She paused in her walking, harsh sand squelching in her shoes as she stood and stared around her.

The rockwork she had seen so far were crumbling things, mostly piles of rounded rubble as if they had been destroyed millennia ago. But the further she got through the dunes, the more they began to become sturdy and full things. The one beside her even had an engraving in it – in a language she couldn’t decipher. The letters were curling forms, intricate by design as they crawled down the rock. It didn’t look like any language she had ever seen before.

Everything felt like a dream. Eerie and off-putting with illusions too grand to be real, but standing staring at this tall rock formation… it felt real. It felt like it was historic. Was it a tombstone? Was it a boundary marker? Was it a monument for an old ruler or god? She didn’t know. She just knew it was here, chipping away under desert sand.

Glancing away in the direction she came, she had to admit she had made progress. The sunspot she had left was far in the distance and the once far away walls of the Labyrinth were finally not despairingly far. This was when she noticed another thing: everything crawled towards the Labyrinth.

Dead vines, piling rocks shimmering with magic, withered tree branches, and even the stray night flowers curled and twisted, pointing towards the maze awaiting her. She wondered why. Was it magic? The wind? It was strange there was even wind down here. She shivered as a rush of cold air caressed her skin. Her white long sleeve tunic wasn’t made for the chill of the Underground – it was just enough for the warmth of her heated house. Wrapping her arms around herself, she continued her trek towards the walls.

Once she got there, she had to find an entrance. Surely, that had to be easier than it seemed. But even approaching the thing felt like a mindfuck. As she got closer, she noticed how tall the exterior wall towered above her. It was made of thick slabs of grey rock that didn’t seem magical. But it did seem ancient. The rock was cracked everywhere, aged by the harsh sand and winds it blocked out. The higher the walls grew, the less she could see of the interior maze. She could only hope she could figure a way once inside what seemed like a never-ending twisted path.

There were also watch points every so many feet yet she couldn’t see any guards patrolling. Maybe the King sent them away? Not one of these look-out points looked to be special. They all were of equal height with a roaring flame within the columned center of the watchpoint. Nothing to hint that she should go towards it rather than another.

Just get to the wall, Y/N.

The closer she got to the Labyrinth, the more she saw evidence of civilization. Rather than loose sand, it was packed down by foot traffic and even remnants of what looked like carriages or carts. A post stood beside some sparkling, shimmering rocks – with too many signs to count crawling up the wooden thing, pointing this way and that. Chaotic. Some of the signs had been hand-painted and eroded away until the words were unreadable. Others were carved pieces of wood that were written in that strange language from the obelisk. There was one that read, in red paint, ‘TURN BACK’ pointing towards the Labyrinth.

Great. Very reassuring.

And then, there was a well with sparkling, cracking stonework with once-intricate tiles making up its molding. The thing was full of water, teetering at the edge of the stones, but it didn’t look appetizing. It was murky dark with green algae and clover-like lily-pad structures jutting out of the surface. Small glowing blue creatures that looked like some sort of moth with transparent wings danced about the water, making ripples.

She swallowed – her mouth felt dry. She had to have been walking for an hour?

Squatting down, she looked over the well. It was the first thing she had stumbled upon that wasn’t fully dead. The tiles were aging, but still sparkling with the magic stardust that seemed to radiate magic. Their sparkle gleamed even in the dark cave-light of the Underground. Reaching out, she wiped the dust away from a tile, the grime falling into the water and startling the glowing blue creatures away. There was a hissing sound coming from them like they were cats.

Ignoring them, she looked down at the first tile, realizing it wasn’t just a pretty tile, but a painting. Each one of the stones were a painting she noticed, telling some sort of story. The art style was loose and dreamlike with cool blue and purple tones making up the color scheme. It looked like from the only full tile that it was about a girl and a boy from different worlds. One from the blue, one from the purple. When she blinked, it almost looked like the loosely painted figures were moving.

Scooting over, she tried to figure out the story, but each tile was too cracked and shattered. Each crack revealed a shimmering jewel like substance, almost like diamonds. It was beautiful, but definitely destroyed. She couldn’t tell if it was from the harshness of the desert sea or if it was intentional.

Pushing herself up by her knees, she stood once more and looked over towards the wall only for the thing that was once still a good 15-minute walk away to be right there, only a few feet away! Her eyes widened in surprise, stumbling back into dead foliage that crunched like dead bones beneath her feet.

She wiped her hands off on her pants as she looked back where she came and back at the Labyrinth that now towered over her. Flickering flames painted the area in a warm golden light, almost a mimicry to sunlight. But it never lost its fire-smoke hue, the world painted in an orange-red sunset haze like a filter on a movie.

But it was less dark now and she was glad for it. Walking closer to the wall, she saw no entrance. The thing was cold to the touch with no discernible entrance. Just cracking rockwork with some rotting plants crawling up.

(It made her wonder if this place ever was once flourishing. How could there be so many plants if there wasn’t once water? What had happened she wondered?)

She began to follow the wall, trailing a hand across the cool rock. Dodging white night-flowers and harsh sharpened vines, she continued onwards, hoping to find something, some clue, that would lead to an entrance to the Labyrinth.

The Runner walked on and on, her eyes not leaving the wall as her hand trailed over it. Feeling for something that would feel like a door or a secret. There was nothing, just a cool rock wall with creeping plants. She didn’t know how long she had walked onwards. Her toes felt rubbed raw from the sand but she had to keep going.

It wasn’t until she heard a noise – like someone noisily eating - that she finally looked back over at the desert sea.

There, beside a water well with red stonework rather than purple-blue sparkling tiles, sat a man. A satchel was beside him, with some sort of bread loaf resting on the fabric like it was a make-shift plate.

Someone else! Maybe they knew where to go. He looked humanesque, not a tiny bug like the blue creatures from before. There were no rules with getting help from others.

“Excuse me!” she called, rushing over to them. Optimism flashed through her.

The man turned his head, and she could see only full cheeks. Big food-filled cheeks like a chipmunk. Crumbs of honeyed-bread rested on his pouted lips. And his wide eyes blinked owlishly. Like he had been caught red handed.

“Oh,” he smacked his lips as he chewed and swallowed. “It’s just you,” he said before grabbing his food and shoving the entirety of it in his mouth before standing from his crouched position.

“You know me?” she queried, her voice stuttering.

He began to walk away, loudly chomping. She trailed behind him, brows pursed. He wasn’t super tall, but he definitely held himself with an air of someone who was tall.

He snorted, crumbs tumbling from his pout and falling to the sandy floor.

“Yeah, little human. I could smell you the moment you fell to the Underground.”

Smell? Her hand rose to her nose so she could smell her own skin. It didn’t smell like anything to her, maybe hints of her perfume or soap?

“You can smell me?”

He rolled his eyes as if she was dreadfully dumb.

“Yes, we all can.”

His foot steps quickened as he continued trekking past the wall. Her eyes flickered from him to the wall beside them. God, he was quick.

“Wait!” she called.

He wasn’t extremely tall, but he somehow took wildly long strides. Stumbling over stray rocks, she tried to catch up to him.

“What, Runner?” he sighed as he continued walking.

“My name isn’t Runner – What does that even mean?”

“Do you need everything to be explained to you? Your scent, your title, your-“

Suddenly, small creatures, their size no bigger than a butterfly, flew out of their hiding spots (behind old dry ferns and the lily pads of another tiled-well.) Transparent milky-white wings and glowing trails of what looked like dandelion fluff trailed after them as they swooped down upon the fae-man. Tugging at his long hair, his clothes, scratching at his cheeks.

“Ugh,” the man spluttered out, hands going to swipe at the things. “Damn pixies!”

They crawled and flew over his form, five of them. A soft chittering giggling sound bubbled from the things. He flailed and whacked at the things until with they fell off him with violent ‘ugh’s.

“Fucking pests,” he cursed as he crushed one with the heel of his leathered boot.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, horrified as he smeared the magic-remnant on the dirt floor with a squish. His eyes flashed to meet hers with a raised brow. He looks oddly young with his brow pursed in such a way. Innocent, like a misbehaving kid being scolded before a scowl replaced his soft-eyed expression.

“What?” he grounded out, whacking aside another stray pixie that had tugged at his ear.

“They were just playing!” she defended, a hand going to shield one of the fallen pixies. Her gaze flickered from the smeared sparkling lavender-azure remnants of the squished pixie to the one that she shielded.

It didn’t look as human as she imagined a pixie to look. It had whisp-y white hair that faded off into blue translucent tube-like strands, the appearance resembling glowing fiberoptics. Its wings were paper-thin and an off-white shade that had small bones making up its structure. Instead of humanoid features, its face was flatter with no prominent nose bridge. Their eyes were a glassy fluorescent blue, wide and bug-like. A spider-esque mouth with black tipped pincer-like fangs bared themselves at her before biting the hand that shielded it, right at the juncture of her thumb and forefinger.

“Ouch,” Y/N yelped, jumping away from the creature that hissed out a gargle of a giggle. More monstrous than humanistic. The fae-man silenced the biting pixie with a well-place kicked, making it fly off into the distance.

“Just playing,” the fae-man repeated with a low scolding chuckle. “Are you okay?”

Her non-injured hand held the bitten hand close to her chest. It stung with the same ferociousness as a mosquito bite. Droplets of red blood pearled to the surface but it wasn’t a bad bite. His hand reached out to grasp her wrist, his skin was warm like a furnace. Not hot enough to burn but, certainly enough that if he was human, he’d be running a high fever. He looked over her hand closely and, if she had been focusing on his face, she’d noticed the fascination blurring in his eyes at her red blood. But she wasn’t she was hissing a bit at the wound’s sting.

“I’m fine… I thought they’d be sweet like a fairy?” she admitted. “Pixies are usually playful in stories, mischievous, but I didn’t think they’d bite.”

His eyes rolled before he wiped at her hand with his thumb. She noticed his nails were a painted lacquer; a black shimmering color that had long been chipped away at the edges. There was a beat before he simply looked at the bite’s holes inquiringly before dropping her wrist easily, his cool gold rings grazing her skin.

He laughed. “Sweetness? From pixies? They’re nasty creatures. Mean vermin.”

A noise of acknowledgment hummed in her throat before he turned away once more.

“Wait.” She called, grasping his wrist desperately.

He paused this time, head tilting back as he brought his free-hand dragged through his hair.

“Yes, Runner.” He answered before gently tugging his hand away.

“My name isn’t Runner; it’s Y/N,” she retorted with a furrowed brow.

“I thought so,” he grimaced as he continued to walk along the perimeter of the Labyrinth walls. Another pixie jutted out in front of him, and all he did was grab it and crush it before tossing it aside. As if it was nothing but a bug.

It was startling and a bit frightening. Everything here was like that – if she was being honest. The way he was able to do something so violent when he looked well… so sweet.

The man had a round face with softened cheeks. His doll-like eyes were the strangest shade of blue – in the flame-light, it turned a purplish shade, glistening like a jewel in sunlight. His lips were a pouty thing – with a strong ‘V’ of a cupid’s bow and puckered lower lip that was a soft pink shade. His cheeks even had a prominent glaze of the magic remnant that everything seemed to be made of. Constellations of pink, yellow, green, purple, and blue glittered through his skin, sparkling when it caught the light.

His hair was dark, long and, unlike the Goblin King, it was long in a more un-styled way. Like he simply hadn’t had the time to cut it. It laid in loose waves down his neck, covering his forehead in soft curls. Some curls were damp with sweat and plastered to his golden skinned forehead.

Hidden beneath his blue-black curls, she could see small teardrop earrings sparkling with golden chain and red rubies. But, his clothes lacked such wealth. They were simple – he wore an orange-tan vest that had been patched haphazardly in red, purple, yellow threads over the years, a white flowy tunic that was open chested and pushed up to his elbows to reveal his toned forearms that were shimmering innately with that magical dust as if someone had painted him in body glitter. Rings decorated each finger in a golden halo, sparkling in the firelight.

His pants were a paler sandy color with clear wear-and-tear on the knees and edges. A belt of some sort of leather clung to his slim waist, cinching his form in. It acted as a purse of sorts, holding what looked like a dagger with a rubied hilt in between its leathered folds, a black-woven purse he had been using as a plate moments ago, and, most prominently, a collection of vibrant jewels. Rubies, emeralds, diamonds, moonstones, and amethysts. Some of the jewels were hung by worn rope; others strong-linked chains of gold. But each one of the jewels were pretty, sparkling in the overhead firelight.

How did he come to attain them she wondered? He didn’t have the appearance of a king or a prince or any sort of royalty – despite his handsome face. He just didn’t have that magnetic lure that the King had. Power that was unspoken. Walking tall wasn’t the same as a powerful walk.

He felt. . . reckless. Like how a wolf in the wild was nothing compared to a dog kept as a pet. He prowled forward, scavenging onwards and swatting at the remaining milky-white pixies that hovered about him. One reached out to tug on his jewels, making a low growl escape his chest like he was some sort of alligator.

She reached out to swat the pixie away, not squishing or squashing it like he did but just shoving it away. His jewel-toned eyes flashed to meet hers from under his dark oil-slick blue-black curls.

He didn’t thank her, just looked at her with simmering eyes.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” she started.

“Well, you are.” He retorted quick. “You Runners are always so slow to the game.”

“Runner – you said it was my title, there have been other Runners? Are they the ones who make deals?” she queried.

“You’re catching up,” he acknowledged.

“I’m a quick learner,” she retorted back. “Just—do you know where the door to the Labyrinth is? That’s all I need to know. I need to get inside.”

“Hm,” he hummed absent-mindedly. “Oh no, do I know.”

Under his breath, he huffed and shook his head.

“You know?” she repeated.

“Know,” he agreed with a shake of his head again.

It all sounded the same ‘know’ and ‘no’, his head was shaking ‘no’, but did he actually say know? And now, Y/N was even confused.

“Gosh, it’s hopeless asking you things!” she huffed as she turned away and looked up at the sky – the reality she was in another world striking her as she saw the dark cavern stalagmites high above them.

Cracks of sunlight beamed through – shining over the Labyrinth. She realized she could faintly see… flowers. Yes, there were flowers blooming high above them. Those flowers had vines that creeped outwards through the sunlight veins of the Underground’s ceiling, crawling in and out of the stalagmites. Hope in the middle of the darkness.

Her gaze settled back on the rock wall in front of her. In its own thousand-year-old cracks, she could see budding blooms of what looked like magnolias, peach blossoms, and desert poppies. Hope in the middle of darkness.

She needed some hope right now.

“Ask the right things maybe,” the man suggested as he sighed and leaned against the rock nearest to him. A hand rose to wipe at sweat on his brow – how could he be sweating in such coldness?

“How do I get into the Labyrinth?” she mused.

The man paused, a flicker of a grin coming onto his round face. “Now, that I can answer,” he smirked, glancing over at her before pointing with a finger.

“There,” he said simply.

Her eyes followed his pointing finger to find there was a grand gate beside two empty watch towers. The gate’s exterior was decorated with intricately carved vines, twisting, and twirling over the heavy wooden doors.

“See, not a door, a gate,” the fae man chortled.

“That’s so stupid. How was I supposed to know?” she whined.

He laughed again, the thing sounding playfully song-like. “You’ll have to ask the right questions. Think closer next time.”

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was like walking on egg-shells in this place. Taking a deep breath, she walked closer to the gates.

“Is there a key?” she murmured.

“Yes,” the man retorted, casually as he leaned against one of the watch towers. He looked awfully amused now, rather than itching to get away like before.

Glancing away from him, she looked over the gate to see an itsy-bity key hole.

“Do I need the gate’s key?” she asked again.

“What do you think?” he queried, looking at her blankly. But the corner of his lips twitched, he was about to grin.

Creeping closer, Y/N pressed a palm against the wooden gate door – and pushed.

With a puff of smoke and the twinkle of sparkling magic-remnant on the gates, the carved vines bloomed their pure-white blossoms before the doors heaved themselves inwards open to reveal the Labyrinth.

Cobwebs tore away with the motion as the plume of smoke tumbled over her and the stranger’s feet. His eyes widened with mock surprise at her before turning to crush a pixie under his foot with a stamp. There was a smear of chromatic glitter when he removed his heel.

The Runner took a soft breath in as she peered curiously into the labyrinth, not yet fully stepping onto the cobblestone path of its interior.

“You’re really going in there?” the stranger prompted, crossing his arms. A brow raised into his curled bangs.

“I have to,” she replied, licking her lips. Glancing towards him, she offered a smile. “It’s the only way to gain myself back.”

Now, that seemed to strike something in the handsome man. His eyes widened genuinely, and he swallowed, poutful lips pursing. His cheeks looked chubby, and for a moment she could understand how fae could be described as cherubic.

“You’re brave or stupid,” he muttered, ruining the moment.

She sighed out. Head falling back in exasperation. He really was pushing her buttons. Regardless, she took a step in, half-ignoring the fae-man for the time being.

Looking left and right, she couldn’t help but feel the creeping tell-tales of anxiety. Sweaty palms, heart rushing, shakiness. It looked endless. Abandoned forever-passageways that seemed to never curve or turn. Their interiors were shadowed occasionally by the flickering of the grand fire-pits high above in the watch towers and the sea of floating candles high above the Labyrinth. The light made sparkling cobblestone walls and floor glimmer and glisten.

“Left or right?” the fae man’s voice piped up again, chuckling as he leaned in and glanced one way and then the other.

“Which way would you go?” Y/N prompted him.

He was of this place – maybe he’d know.

“Neither for me.” The long-haired man snorted. “I don’t know – no point in it anyways,” his fingers reached out to pick up a sparkling rock resting on the uneven floor. Glittery and shiny, he wiped at it with his linen vest.

“You can just leave if you’re going to be like this.” Y/N snapped.

Why was he being like this? Purposely spiteful and misleading one moment, helpful the other minute. She huffed a bit as she tried to find clues to which way to go. Footsteps, signs of life, something.

“Listen,” the dark-haired creature said, taking a step into the Labyrinth after her. “I’m just trying to level with you. Even if you made it there, you’ll never escape. No one escapes the Labyrinth - or the King’s rule for that matter.”

“So, there has been others?” she queried, brows crinkling as she turned her gaze to settle on the man.

He shrugged not even looking at the Runner, his gaze locked onto the rock he found. It was certainly not a jewel or gem of beauty. It did gleam a bit and had something akin to fairy dust trapped within its glassy texture.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He seesawed.

“Have you tried to leave?” she countered, her gaze not leaving him.

It was odd, he was the only person outside of the grand labyrinth she had seen up close. And he was locked out? Far, far away from the castle. Yet he didn’t know which was to go. Was he stuck here too? Had he done something? Was he once in her shoes?

He froze at her words. The fine muscles in his throat tensed.

“No.” he answered solidly. Topic shut. “I’m not a Runner. Listen, all the others failed – I’d give up now; he’s kinder to those who admit weakness.”

The King wanted to be the all-powerful King, she saw that now as the man continued to gather this and that from the walls.

“Well, thanks for nothing.” She trailed off. “I never even got your name.”

He almost looked at her pityingly. He sighed. “You don’t need to learn names down here with your fate.”

It made gooseflesh rise on her arms and neck, and she resisted a shudder going down her spine. If anything, that only proved how she had felt in her bedroom with the King. That her wish was a mistake.

She had to win.

“You’re not very helpful.” She commented again. “Just discouraging.

“I’m being realistic, little human,” he retorted with a roll of his eyes. “I’ve seen many yous before. They all end up with the short-end of the stick.”

She frowned at him purposely. Staring with cruelly hurt eyes.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The fae-man said, hands raising in defense as he backed out of the Labyrinth.

Y/N looked back at him for a moment. He hadn’t stopped looking at her and she couldn’t help but notice the glimmer in his eye. A furrow of his brow. Not in disdain or anger but something contemplative. Before sighing a soft huff and walking off, his jewels clanking with every step.

Her own lips stretched into a gentle grimace. What a strange man. But she couldn’t worry about that now, no. She had to keep going onwards. Looking left and right again, she chose to go right. As soon as she took a few more steps inside the Labyrinth, the gates heaved shut with a groan.

The cobblestone was raised and uneven in places like it had been laid centuries ago and never repaved since. Broken stones rested here and there in stacked piles. The same dried, dead greenery outside of the Labyrinth poked through the cracks here as well, withered roots of dead crawling up the rockwork.

Mushrooms of varying sizes burst forth from the cobblestone walls, finding their homes in the dark corners. They looked unlike any mushroom she had seen – seeming to breath with shuddered breaths of sparkling pollen.

She kept walking.

There were no entrances to other parts of the Labyrinth. There were no doors or corners or parts in the walls from what she could see. It was just a straight path. Forever. She began to run after some time as if that would help make it go faster. Her feet ached from the scratchy sand that still occupied her shoes. It was quiet here; there was only the sound of the soles of her feet hitting rock.

She ran for a while. So long that it almost felt like she was in the optical illusion this time rather than viewing the castle grow further and further. Everything felt like it was repeating. The same crippled plants. The same mushrooms in the same dark corners. The same aching feet. The same pitter-patter of footsteps.

Until she finally came across something different.

In the distance, Y/N could see it. Something in the path. Something on the ground curled over. Panting, sweat dripped down her temple as she paused a few feet away. Her stomach churned.

Lying against the wall of the Labyrinth was a skeleton. A human one she assumed. Curled in on itself as if frozen in time. If she blinked, she could see the muscles, tendons, skin, forming a shell around the stuck skeleton. It looked like her, young and female. They were hiding or sleeping or afraid.

And they were dead.

Cobwebs clung to the skull and she could see caterpillar-like creatures making the eye cavity a home. It made her shiver and run faster.

She couldn’t end up like that.

No, no, no, she had to find a way out.

Running onwards she didn’t see a skeleton again – the only reassuring thing so far. It meant maybe this wasn’t a looping path. As she continued on more and more cobwebs decorated the walls. Huge spiderwebs with intricate patterns were ahead. Sparkling shimmering quilted spiderlace that whistled in the wind. If she wasn’t feeling so frustrated and frightened, Y/N may had stopped to appreciate them or ducked under them. She just swiped at them and continued onwards.

Another spiderweb appeared a few hundred feet away.

She kept wiping at them, avoiding the spidersilk from getting into her mouth as she did so as she ran onwards.

Her arms felt sticky with webs; her feet hurt; her head ached from the repeating cobblestone. She let out a yell as she finally stopped. Panting, with a reddened face, she covered her face with her hands and screeched.

“This place is hopeless,” she scowled as she stopped. It’d been minutes of running straight and straight and straight!

Kicking the brick wall petulantly, she yelped before stumbling to her knees. Her hands went to cup her foot, rubbing it a bit as it throbbed in pain. Tearing her shoe off, sand from the desert sea tumbled out in a cup-full. Her big toe throbbed as she held it close, massaging it with her thumb. Toeing off the other shoe like an over-stimulated child, she kicked it away, making it hit the opposing wall with a thunk. Sand from it tumbled out as well into a small pile.

Wiping strands of hair away from her sweaty face, she leaned back against the wall behind her and looked to the side, heaving and panting as she felt a tell-tale pressure building behind her eyes and nose.

No, no, she won’t cry. She felt like a child. It was humiliating.

It was then she saw a plant staring at her! A plant with a million tiny eyes instead of petals and blooms. She yelped scooting away, her hands scrapping against the rough cobblestone beneath her. All the eyeful plant did was blink, all at once, eerily but not dangerous.

Tugging her hands up from the stone floor, she saw the faint scrapes and inkling of blood rushing to the surface. Another injury. Her eyes burned in frustration before she buried her head into her knees.

First, she walked ages in the desert alone, filling her shoes with sand. Then, she met a rude fae man where she watched him hurt pixies. After that, she got bit by a pixie. Now, she’s stuck walking on and on in one direction nowhere close to getting a real stab at the Labyrinth. And she’s hurt her hands after getting scared by a creepy eye plant.

It was frustrating. She didn’t know what to do and it all felt so so pointless. The scales were stacked against her. How did anyone win?

“Annyeong!”

A cheerful voice chimed and, in that moment, she looked up to see a figure, shading her from the dull light of the Labyrinth.

He was tall, far taller than the Goblin King and certainly taller than the fae she had met outside the Labyrinth walls. He had almost frightened her with how his blonde hair reminded her of the king, but the tone of his voice and the smile on his face was far different from the King’s. In fact, the man looked happy. Gentle. Dimples lit up his face as he outstretched his hand for her to shake. Or to take to stand?

“Huh?” she mumbled.

His smile didn’t cease, and he glanced at his hand with his brown eyes.

She took it to shake tentatively before he yanked her up with a strength that didn’t seem possible in his lanky form. A ‘ugh’ pushed its way out of her.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” he breathed. His smile was sweet she noted as she took him in more now that she was standing. His eyes were a deep chocolate color, and they didn’t seem to be cruel or sparkling or ethereal like the others she had met so far. They were brown, gleaming a bit in the faint golden light of the Labyrinth, but otherwise normal.

“Annie-yeo,” she tried to begin to repeat before he let out a bubbling laugh.

“No, no, annyeonghaseyo – or hi, which is close enough,” he corrected.

A gentle breath left her in relief, glad there would not be a language barrier between the two of them.

“Hi,” she repeated.

“Hi,” he breathed again. “We’ve said hi a lot now. Maybe we should continue to something else,” he teased. He buzzed with an energy, almost childlike in nature. “I haven’t met anyone in so long.”

His admittance didn’t ring alarm bells – like she thought it should. Instead, she felt… sad. His entire form seemed to be desperate in some ways. Desperate to talk to her.

“That’s alright.” She reassured. “I’m Y/N.” Her hand reached out properly to shake again.

“Y/N,” he repeated with a smile as he took her hand and shook it. “You can call me Soobie; my friends do.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, too.”

His smile was charming and gentle. The dimples made him look younger and, in some ways, she wanted to protect him. Why…? Her eyes danced over his face. He didn’t seem… well, ethereal. Not like the king nor even like the dark-haired fae outside the labyrinth. Sure, he was handsome and coated in the sparkling dust that seemed to be engrained in everything here. But there was something utterly human about him. His eyes weren’t some fantastical thing; the way he held himself didn’t feel off-putting and otherworldly. And if she looked closer, she noticed that sparkle wasn’t engrained in him like it was for the King or the Fae-From-Outside-The-Labyrinth. It almost looked like make-up?

“I’m trying to make my way through the Labyrinth; do you know the way?” she asked after a moment, glancing down the path she had been heading.

“The way through the Labyrinth… I used to know,” he muttered, gaze following hers down the path she was headed before looking back at the way she came. There was a moment as he thought. And she saw how distant his eyes became. Like, he wasn’t all here with her. In fact, his eyes looked sad, distant. As if lost in a maze. His face fell into a pout, curved lips softly parting as his breath shuddered.

His blinking slowed and she swore for a moment his breathing stopped before he blink, blink, blinked at her. His smile slowly reappeared and his eyes warmed from the deep sadness and confusion that consumed them moments before.

“Soobie?” she asked inquiringly.

“What was your name again?” he queried. As if she hadn’t given it only moments before.

The Runner smiled softly – though a bit tentative. Something was going on.

“Y/N,” she replied. “You don’t know how to get out of this Labyrinth either?”

“Y/N, pretty name,” he hummed pleasantly. Cheery, happy, content.

“The Labyrinth is my home.”

It was said solidly, truthfully.

“Your home?” she queried once more. “Has it always been your home? You spoke in Korean, right? It sounded Korean. Are you from there?”

What if it hadn’t always been his home? The Fae-From-Outside-The-Labyrinth said every Runner failed. She had seen bones, and countless dust, and what if Binnie was another remnant of a Runner.

“Korea. . . “, he breathed. She watched as his eyes faded into the distance. His long eyelashes fluttered. “I-I was from Daebu Island. I lived near the water.” His hands shook as he went to grab the necklace around his neck. It was a beaded necklace around his throat, the thing made of wrapped twine and iridescent shells, seven teardrop-esque gems, and dark-silver pearls. It complimented what looked like a hand-made white sweater. He was dressed all in white she noticed, all soft clean fabric. Like he never was walking in the dirt and grime she was now covered in. How was that possible?

His lips trembled as he continued to fiddle with the necklace. Twisting it around and soothing himself by rubbing the smooth shells and pearlescent gems between his fingertips. Anxiously, his eyes fluttered once more as he moved a hand away to wipe at his face. Glitter shifted on his skin in a streak of golden silver dust. It wasn’t underneath his skin like she had thought.

He was from her world. She knew that now. Was he human? She couldn’t tell completely.

“How could I forget? But-but Junie is here–“ He was talking to himself, rubbing his cheek back and forth. His eyes shifted to look at her again. Wide and gentle and confused. “The Labyrinth, it’s been home for a long time – come inside,” he gestured to a brick wall, that now with a closer look did resemble a door. There was even a latch and door handle made of ivy. His smile was shaky but genuine. He smiled brightly as he thought of something that seemed to distract him from his previous anxieties. “We can have tea together! Junie and I! I make a great cup of tea. It’s from night-flowers!”

“Oh,” she felt genuinely sorry. He seemed kind. There was a manipulative tone or even condescension. He was just desperate. Eager to talk to someone else. Naïve maybe. His thoughts were befuddled for some reason.

“I can’t; I’m sorry.” She apologized.

His eyes grew even sadder like a kicked puppy’s.

“I’d love to but I must find a way out of here. I don’t have a lot of time.”

“A way out,” he repeated. “But—”

“Soobin,” a voice called from within the doorway and out popped a dark-haired fae. He had something about him that felt magical – like the Goblin King. The world lit up as soon as she saw him. His gaze felt magnetic. She couldn’t help but turn towards him, focus on him.

“You’ve made a friend,” he hummed. His words felt like honey on her ears and she couldn’t help but stare. Hypnotized.

His hair was a midnight black, short, and trim in the back but swooping over his face daintily. His face was almost as beautiful as the Goblin King’s. His eyes weren’t a winter-esque blue or jeweled purple, but instead a water-soaked green as though his eyes were salt-frosted sea-glass. His lips were kiss-swollen, a softened red pout.

While Soobin wore a soft, hand-knit sweater of cream, this man wore a heavy fur-like cloak over his shoulders, hiding his shirtless form she noted as it shifted with his movements. He had remnants of magic in his skin but, unlike the crushed starlight of the King, his looked glossy wet like it was liquid honey and sunshine mixed together. If she reached out, she swore it’d stick to her.

He captivated her.

“Yeonjun-hyung,” the blonde-haired man lit up at the sight of him as well. A hand reached out for the forgetful man, and Soobin took it easily.

He hugged the fae man, and the motion sent the smell of salt-water her way. The ethereal man smiled fondly at the other before looking at the Runner again. There was that sharpness, almost an animalistic look. Like a predator hunting a prey. His fingers wound themselves through Soobin’s protectively.

“I’m looking for the way to the castle,” she repeated to the new fae, her head tilted towards the blonde. “Soobin was helping me.”

There was a flash of something dark in Yeonjun’s sea-glass eyes. Something she couldn’t quite place as he licked his plump lips slowly.

“He is helpful,” he said steadily. “Did he mention things aren’t always as they seem? The walls may seem one way but they may lead another.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, one that Yeonjun tracked with carefulness.

“He hadn’t.”

“She was going straight,” Soobin teased under his breath.

It made her roll her eyes a bit, huffing. Yeonjun smiled as he exhaled. His shoulders loosened a bit as he glanced both ways. Down the right and left of infinity.

“Things aren’t what they seem here,” Yeonjun stated simply. “So, you can’t take it for granted,” he looked back at Soobin who had leaned more and more into the older man. His chin rested on the tip of the older’s shoulder as he stared directly at the wall behind her. He smiled raising his brows before gesturing with his chin towards the wall behind her.

The Runner glanced back at the wall opposite of their ‘house’, her brow raising.

“Walk through it!” Soobin encouraged.

She turned and fully stared at the wall in front of her. It looked like a wall. No gaps, no nothing.

“But it’s… a wall,” she breathed.” She took a step forward, trying to trust these strangers. Her hand reached out slowly to find… nothing. It just looked like the wall continued for forever. Stepping through the hole, she could see clearly now. It was an opening! There was another path beyond its bricks, and surely another one somewhere else. These walls were all illusions.

She just had to look closer.

“Thank you! That was incredibly helpful!” the Runner beamed at the others as she turned to face them once more.

Yeonjun’s smile was careful, and Soobin’s equaled her beaming grin. She quickly went to grab her shoes and slide them back on, grimacing at the loose sand grains still in them, but even that couldn’t dampen her mood that was gradually lightening. This was a start - finally!

“Thank you!” she repeated gratefully as she turned to right to begin to walk onwards through the maze.

“Miss,” Yeonjun called out, the tune something so enticing she couldn’t help but pause in her step. “Don’t go that way – never go that way.”

The warning was paired with a shake of his head that Soobin copied.

“Oh…. Thanks,” the Runner grinned at them before heading in the opposite direction, finally feeling like she had something of a start.

Soobin’s sad eyes watched her leave. “I was excited to see someone,” he commented lowly, dejected, and droopy almost like an ill-watered flower.

Yeonjun sighed, his hands going to pass through Soobin’s hair sweetly. “I know, sugar, but we have to keep you safe.” He glanced back at the castle and the shadow it cast over the land. “If she had gone the other way, she would have gone straight to the castle – and the King would be at our doorstep.”

The mention of the Goblin King made Soobin’s eyes focus just a tad.

“Can’t have that.” He murmured, and Yeonjun smiled proud.

“Exactly, coileán,” Yeonjun praised as he moved one hand to release his seal-skin fur cape’s clasp.

The silky soft thing fell off his shoulders, leaving his upper body bare. It revealed what appeared to be spotted grey and white dots over his toned stomach. He pressed a kiss to Soobin’s nose, lovingly, before he draped the cape over Soobin’s shoulders protectively.

“Let’s go inside and make tea, hm?”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #jisung imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin x reader #soobin x yeonjun #yeonbin fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz fantasy au

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depressedhouseplant · 8 months ago

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 64 🔞

Prompt: TXT Day!

Tags: Spitroasting (if you don’t know what that is, Urban Dictionary 😝), unprotected sex, everything was pre-negotiated, dom / sub undertones, light spanking

A/N: Happy birthday to the first group I’ve been with since debut. Clearly today had to be all about them (or a pair of them at least). Please enjoy Yeonbin fucking their junior and former co-trainee

“Does it count as birthday sex if it’s not our birthday?” Soobin asked Yeonjun.

“I mean, it’s our collective birthday,” Yeonjun shrugged. They looked at Heeseung on the bed, waiting patiently for them on his knees. His cock was resting on his thigh, leaking pre-come.

”Which end do you want?” Soobin continued.

”You’re the leader,” Yeonjun replied.

”You’re the oldest,” Soobin countered.

”Fair enough,” Yeonjun looked at Heeseung, clearly considering his options. “I think I want to fuck his face.”

”And I’m curious just how tight his ass is,” Soobin said.

”Perfect,” Yeonjun grinned. “Did you hear that, Heeseungie? You’re going to take both of us.”

Heeseung nodded, but didn’t say anything. The other two boys crawled on the bed.

”Up,” Soobin popped Heeseung on his ass. He got up on all fours and opened his mouth.

”Damn, I didn’t even have to say anything,” Yeonjun looked down at him.

”I told you he knew how to behave,” Soobin said, grazing his hand over Heeseung’s ass before giving it a solid smack again.The younger boy jumped and his cock dripped more pre-come on the bed.

”Let’s start you off easy, yeah?” Yeonjun fed his cock into Heeseung’s mouth and gripped his hair. He started slow, rocking his hips as fucked into the younger boy’s mouth. “Fuck, his mouth feels good.”

”Let’s see how your ass feels,” Soobin lubed up his fingers and slid one in. “He’s really tight.”

”Just how you like them,” Yeonjun teased as he sped up a little. Soobin slowly worked Heeseung open until he was three fingers in him.

”I think you’re ready,” Soobin declared, removing his fingers and lining his cock up. “Remember, if it gets to be too much, tap Yeonjun’s leg.” Heeseung gave Soobin a thumbs up.

”You gonna ease him into it?” Yeonjun asked, slowing his pace because he already knew the answer.

”No,” Soobin replied. He held onto Heeseung’s hips and began fucking into him hard. The younger boy grunted, but didn’t move his arms. Yeonjun slowed back to rolling his hips and keeping a grip on Heeseung’s hair as Soobin fucked him.

“I guess the leader should come first,” Yeonjun observed.

“Thank you for the consideration,” Soobin replied. “It’s not gonna take much with how fucking tight he still is.”

”Don’t worry, I’m fine over here,” Yeonjun teased. Soobin tightened his grip on Heeseung’s hips and fucked into him so hard the whole bed shook. His cock shook and then come began to fill the younger boy. Soobin fucked his way through his orgasm, filling Heeseung to the brim.

”Your turn,” Soobin gasped when he finished, not pulling out.

”Thank you,” Yeonjun stuck out his tongue. He started massaging Heeseung’s throat. “Relax.” He felt his throat relax and Yeonjun gripped his hair harder.

”You’re gonna swallow it all,” Yeonjun told him. He fucked Heeseung’s mouth, his cock periodically brushing against Heeseung’s teeth. Soobin was holding the base of Heeseung’s dick, preventing him from coming before Yeonjun finished. When the oldest began to jerk his hips and held Heeseung’s head in place, Soobin let go. Heeseung came all over the sheets as he tried to suck down all of Yeonjun’s come.

”Good boy. Such a good boy,” Soobin praised. Yeonjun fell back onto his back when he finished. Soobin pulled out and sandwiched Heeseung between them. They locked their arms around him, cuddling their impeccably behaved shared partner.

”Happy birthday,” Yeonjun grinned at Soobin.

”Happy birthday,” Soobin smiled back.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #txt fanfic #txt smut #yeonbin #Soobin x Yeonjun

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unholywriters · 4 months ago

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Addicting Taste - Teaser

Summary: Everyone wants power but most of the time, you can get lonely when no one can say no to you. After all if you're in power then what can you do if they hold all the power? Choi Soobin, a powerful man who can easily look innocent and caring to those who don't know a thing about him. Had gotten bored one day and went out to his favorite coffee shop to get his usual coffee and he meets the new boy working. And boy oh boy was this a the start to something beautifully dark.

Tags: Mafia Soobin, male reader, stalking, black mailing, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, possessive Soobin, overstimulation, markings. bl00d, some torture scenes {there might be only one} but this a dark read. Minors do not interact

Au: I was doom scrolling and saw another inspo video with this man right here and told myself to grab my earbuds, turn my tv onto a podcast for more background noise and to play several dark songs to get this right. Golden Trap should be released soon if not by next week whenever I have the time when work isn't an issue along with innocent face, dark fantasy.

"And explain to me why, I should stop before you no longer have a pinkie finger? You don't need tit anyways." The leader spoke, slowly circling around a black metal chair stayed bolted to the floor, making it even harder to try and get out of it and escape from the man holding two pilers in his hand. The man was blindfolded, sweating everywhere while his body was shaking from getting shot in the knee as a warning. The mans dark eyes seem to have no light in them, no signs of life shinning no matter who was there looking into them. There was almost nothing anyone could do to save themselves from it.

"My bag...My bag has what you're asking for!" He cried out, trying to shake his way out of the handcuffs that were harshly digging into his skin. The blindfold was soaked with tears while the man raised his left eyebrow before looking into the dark room, where there were two more men waiting with him. One of them, who was more younger had held the bag in his hands and watched as he watched the sound of footsteps get closer to him. Only seeing the black dress shoes get closer since the leader didn't step much into the light. "Open it."

HIs voice was clear but stern, letting the bag be opened before walking into the light to have a clear look at them. No one could see his face as he held the pictures. But there was this innocent smile on his face. "My my, so you can do your job for once. Was it really this hard to get this clear of photos?" He asked in a teasing tone, keeping one picture in front of the others that was one of his favorites. This man had fallen too far deep into the darker side of love, as if he wasn't already too far deep into the dark side of life, and there was already no getting him out of this no matter what he tried to do, or anyone for that matter.

"Now, for the one part that would be your saving grace." Handing the pictures back to the youngest member, he walked back to the man with the pilers still tightly in his grip. Standing next to the man who was shaking still. "Where does he stay, and choose your words very carefully. I still need you to get these, we all know I don't like repeating myself and my actions again." The other two members that were watching had tried to remain as emotionless as possible. Crossing their arms and trying to give off that siren look in their eyes.

"Hidden meadow apartments... bottom floor...room tucked into the back corner.." He said between broken sobs while seeing a computer light up the face of the hacker, who seemed to be more annoyed then anything but he wasn't annoyed, he just didn't want anyone to see the look on his face as he began typing on his computer. "He's right. He's registered to live there. Do we need to make a call to move him to one of the better rooms till you feel ready to get them, boss." He said, walking over with the computer in hand and showing the mans entire profile.

All the man could do was look at it and the picture of the apartment rooms, it seems that pink was truly his color and there was no changing that. "Get the manger on the phone and call gyu for the wounds. He's not dead just yet." Watching the member nod his head and walk back to the little black station. The leader dropped his pilers and and walked over to a leather black chair while the last member walked in with his wired headphones on with a medical bag, softly swaying his head to the music and kneeled in front of the injured male to tend to his wounds while the leader had the phone up to his ear, waiting for the ring to be answered.

"Yes is this- oh Sun-hye is that you? ... Yes, this is soobin. I'm glad you caught on this fast. Now now don't worry, you won't be hunted and killed, if you do me a favor." He hummed, crossing his legs as he leaned back in the chair while gyu, the medic finished his job and slowly turned around. The captured man was still alive and breathing, but if he were to still be doing any missions he would need help, making it harder to do anything that he would need to do. "Your tenant in building 5, bottom floor in the far right corner. So that's his name now is it? It rolls off the tongue nicely. Oh no, I wouldn't kill him. I'm just wondering if you have any open rooms that he could be moved to, since he's been such a long time and favored one."

"The boss is toying with his pets again." Gyu said, playfully rolling his eyes as he walked over to the other two members since they all rode in the same car. And none of them were allowed to leave unless he was ready to go. The youngest member had held up some pictures since the leader wasn't paying them any attention to what any of them were doing. "Apparently this is who got his attention, you know how hard it was to convince him not to go in and just kidnap the poor guy when all he did was tell the boss to move aside so he could leave the store?" He said, putting the picture back when hearing the chair slightly move, all of them being curious to this while the captured man was hauled away by some masked workers who were to drive him to his next destionation.

"The tone in your voice says it all. Now answer the question. Tell him he's getting a surprised for being the best tenant you've ever had and give him the best open room you have. I can make a temporary move to his old room. The king can't take his queen just yet, I still need time to prepare. I'll be there in a week. Think of this as a way of me forgiving all of your...broken promises from all those years ago. Failure to comply means a nice dirt nap. Good choice, I'll see you soon Hye."

#fanfic #txt imagines #mafia au #gayness #soobin #yeonjun #hueningkai #beomgyu #txt taehyun #soobin x yeonjun #yeonbin

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hey-llama-love · 2 years ago

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if yeonbin were in a shoujo anime

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daegudrama · 1 year ago

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Title: Superstar in the Snow

Pairing: Yeonbin

Summary: World pop sensation, Choi Yeonjun, gets stuck in a snowy small town on Christmas Eve and befriends a local boy. Soobin and his friends are throwing a party and are delighted to give Yeonjun a taste of being a normal teenager for a moment.

Word Count: 5,750 words

Soobin

I’m not sure why I’m being forced to sit in this tackily decorated lobby on Christmas Eve. Who could possibly be so out of luck they wind up stuck here? The streets of my hometown are already covered in inches of snow. Plow trucks are trying to stay on top of it but it’s Christmas Eve and there is hardly a point when everything is closed. Well…except where I work. My manger insisted I come in just in case someone gets stranded and needs a room. The likelihood of that happening is extremely slim. I hope no one is stupid enough to go out in this weather. It’s been snowing on and off for three days.

We have two room available, as of now, but each passing moment adds more doubt that they will be filled. I hum the tune to a song I heard on the radio this morning wishing something exciting would happen or that time would move faster. I only have to stay until noon, a gift from my manager. That leaves two more hours of boredom. Maybe the maids will start fighting again and I can eavesdrop.

My best friend is throwing a party later and I should help him set up. His parents left a few days ago to visit family, but he decided to stay back. Kai’s main motivation for not visiting his aunt with his family was throwing a wild party that would finally get us noticed. See, we aren’t the most popular kids…actually we are far from it. Kai and I have been music nerds for as long as anyone can remember. People don’t think it’s hot that we can play complex piano pieces, they just think it’s weird. By freshman year practically everyone in the music program had already dated or kissed one another. You make do with what you have when your options are limited.

At 11:30 I’m in the break room making a hot chocolate when I hear the bell at the front desk ring. I stir my drink hastily and make my way to the front hoping my boss won’t find out I was slacking. When the people standing in front of the desk come into view, I almost drop my hot chocolate. Choi Yeonjun.

Choi Yeonjun is practically the whole world’s sweetheart. It’s hard to go somewhere without seeing his face. I like a few of his songs and am a fan of a movie he did last year, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan of him. His fans can be overwhelming and I’ve read articles that don’t paint him nicely. How easy it can be to forget when he’s standing in front of you. His soft eyes are scanning the room and I can see a bit of red hair peeking through his beanie. Yeonjun is wearing several layers of clothing to ward of the cold and he looks like a fluffy marshmallow.

“Hello. Our bus broke down just outside of town and the mechanic said they won’t be able to fix it until after Christmas. Do you have any rooms available?” A tall man that I’m not familiar with says.

“We have two rooms available.” I say setting my drink down and sitting so I can pull up the availabilities on the computer. “One on ground floor and one on the third floor.”

After twenty minutes of discussion the man decides Yeonjun should be on the third floor and the rest of them will be on ground floor. I have another employee show them to their room after the manager says I can’t tell anyone he’s here. One of my friends really likes Yeonjun but I don’t want to risk anyone’s safety.

I’m about to punch out when Yeonjun appears at the front desk and he looks shy unlike his normal boisterous personality I see on TV ads. He’s changed into a longer padded coat and boots like he might want to go back outside. I think that would be poor judgement and I really don’t think his manager would like that.

“Are there any restaurants near here open? Nothing on the kitchen menu looked good to me.”

This is the first time I’ve heard him speak in person and I’m surprised at how different his voice sounds. So gentle and warm like a hug from that special someone.

“There isn’t much here. Polly’s Pancakes is the only thing close to here. I’m supposed to meet my friend there in a few minutes. I don’t think a lot of people will be there since it’s Christmas Eve.”

I give him information without actually inviting him because I don’t know if my self-esteem could take being rejected by Choi Yeonjun. He shuffles his feet like he’s thinking while I head into the break room to collect my coats and another hot chocolate. I make one for Yeonjun though I’m sure he’s on some special diet that won’t allow him to drink it.

“Can I come with you?” He asks when I reappear with two hot chocolates and swaddled in coats.

Did he really ask me that? It’s hard not to get starstruck even if I’m not a huge fan. This guy has met Beyoncé. He travels the world selling out stadiums and I’m just some small town music nerd working at a hotel. I know I shouldn’t compare but like he’s living my dream.

“If you want to.” I hold out a hot chocolate to him.

“What is it?” He asks as I start walking out the front door towards Polly’s.

“Hot chocolate. Do you want one or are you on some fad diet?”

A glance over my shoulder shows a sour look on his face. I must have struck a nerve and I hope this doesn’t make him dislike me. The last thing I need is for it to get back to my boss that I upset the world’s sweetheart.

“I hate those diets.” He says taking the cup from me. “Thank you.”

I’m taken aback by his politeness but try to not let it phase me. My feet crunch the snow as we walk towards the restaurant. He holds the door open for me and my cheeks flame. I’m so embarrassed by reaction I think about hanging myself from the festive Christmas lights.

“Soobin! Did you find a boyfriend?” Taehyun asks from across the empty place.

“N-no.” I say my cheeks heating up even more as I walk to our usual table in the corner.

Yeonjun sits across from us and Taehyun gasps loudly. I stomp on his foot telling him to be cool, but he doesn’t get the hint.

“Where did you find him? Did you tell Beomie? He’s going to have a heart attack that his idol is less than a mile from him.”

“Please don’t tell your friend I’m here.” Yeonjun speaks up looking a little red cheeked himself and I’m not sure whether it’s from the cold or what Taehyun is saying.

He respects his wishes and we order our food. After a few minutes we slip into normal conversation like we would with any of our friends. Yeonjun is only a year or two older than me and the longer we talk I think that maybe in a different life we could be friends. Like if he wasn’t a mega superstar.

“Your friend stayed back from going to Paris because he wanted to throw a party to get people to notice him?” Yeonjun asks when the subject of Kai’s party comes up. “Does he still need anything? I’ll help out.”

“After lunch, we are going to help Kai decorate and our friend Beomgyu needs help transporting the alcohol around five. We pretty much have it under control.”

We finish our meals and Yeonjun insists on paying. I try to argue but he counters me saying I should be saving up for college or something. That strikes a chord with me that I didn’t want to think about today. Senior year has been hard and full of decisions I was trying to get away from for the holidays.

Taehyun leaves to say goodbye to someone in the kitchen and Yeonjun is staring at his hands.

“Can we go back to the hotel? I should probably at least have my phone on me.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go tell Tae we’ll meet him at Kai’s.”

I explain to Taehyun what we are doing, and he waggles his eyebrow at me. That is deserving of a punch, but it doesn’t have its full effect because he’s already put his padded jacket back on. He doesn’t say anything embarrassing and watches us walk out. Yeonjun puts his hood up and pulls his scarf over his face effectively protecting his identity.

“Would you be really honest if I asked you something?” He asks when we are standing in his hotel room.

“That depends on what it was.” I say knowing that there is lots of things I would never say even if it was true because I don’t like hurting people.

He doesn’t say another word grabbing his phone off the charger. I follow him to the lobby where I lead him to my beat up 2005 Honda accord. Yeonjun must be judging the fact that I’m driving a 2005, but at the same time he has been so nice. Nothing he’s said has led me to believe he’s the arrogant playboy the media makes him out to be. Half the media calls him the sweetheart the other half calls him a playboy.

I turn the radio on while we wait for the car to warm up. Thankfully the road has been cleared in the last hour so driving to Kai’s should be easy. When we finally start driving one of Yeonjun’s songs comes on the radio. He moves to turn it off but I grab his wrist stopping him. I pull back quickly.

“I actually like this one.” I say then quickly realize what I said was rude and try to backtrack.

“No, it’s okay. I know not everyone can like what I put out.” He laughs looking forward at the winter wonderland. “Do you like any other ones? It’s alright if you don’t. You’ll still be okay in my book.”

“Our Summer and Magic Island.” I say without thinking about it. “Beomgyu really likes you. He’s been to four of your concerts and has camped for three of them. He skipped school to buy tickets and regularly stays up until 2am waiting for you to release things. It’s hard not to know your music.”

“I know people do those things, but it’s always so weird when people tell me that.” He says tapping his foot along to the beat of his song. “Obviously, I’m thankful but I don’t think there is anyone I would do that for.”

I don’t know what to say but thankfully we’ve arrived at Kai’s house.

“Kai is also a fan of you but more casually. He might be a little shook, but he’ll be cool.”

“Okay.” Yeonjun says stepping out of my car and covering his face with his scarf again.

Without knocking I walk into Kai’s house with Yeonjun right on my heels. I take my shoes and coats of before calling out.

“Huening Kai! I have an early present for you!”

Kai runs to the living room and gasps when he sees Yeonjun awkwardly standing in the doorway. I sit down on the sofa and begin explaining where I found the biggest superstar in the world. We have to gently remind Yeonjun that it’s okay and he can sit down.

“Hi Kai.” Yeonjun says sitting on the edge of the sofa beside me. “Soobin said you need help decorating.”

“I’m not going to make the Choi Yeonjun help me decorate for me lame ass party.” Kai says looking at him with wide eyes like he’s not real.

“But I want to help.” He says in the softest most baby voice.

Everything about this man is interesting. I think I know something then he does something completely unexpected. Why does he want to help the two boys he just met? We are setting up for a lame high school party when he’s been to after parties for every major award show. If I remember correctly, he debuted when he was still in high school. Maybe he just wants a typical high school experience because he hasn’t been able to have those.

We move anything breakable and look it in Kai’s older sister’s room. She’s off at college and surely won’t mind. Lena won’t even know it happened in the first place if all goes right. While Kai is moving things Yeonjun and I string Christmas lights. Christmas music is playing through the speakers and we are singing along. I’m a little self-conscious singing in front of him, but if I want to be successful, I can’t be scared.

“You are a good singer. Your voice sounds familiar have you sent a tape to my company.”

I drop the ornament I’m holding and thankfully it doesn’t shatter. Yeonjun gasps quickly looking up at me and I grab his arm dragging him someone more private.

“Kai we are going to the music room for a minute.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He shouts back.

Yeonjun follows me to the music room after I let go of his arm. The Huening family is full of musicians so when they moved here, they built a soundproof recording studio. They call it the music room most of the time. Once inside the room I close the door to make sure Kai won’t hear us.

“Are you okay?” Yeonjun asks sitting down on the sofa.

“Your company contacted me after a video from my winter concert was sent to them. I haven’t told Kai, because I’m not sure I want to sign a contract.” I sit beside him putting my head in my hands. Might as well talk about this now. “If I sign, I won’t be able to attend my number one choice college because it wouldn’t work. I can’t attend classes while training. I know myself I can’t do both.”

Yeonjun is silent for a moment before he speaks.

“I heard your recording and you are talented. Training is hard and so is touring, but it’s rewarding. Every time I think my life sucks, I remember that thousands of people buy tickets to see me do what I love.” He pauses rubbing my back. “It’s best if you sign now but I think they’d take you in a few years too. They wouldn’t shut up about your sound.”

“Really?!” I ask shooting up to look him in the eyes.

My face is closer than I expected, and we stay there for a second before Beomgyu runs through the door.

“YEONJUN!”

Beomgyu hasn’t ever looked this excited in his whole life. I fear he might wet himself out of peer shock and joy. His eyes are darting up and down the length of Yeonjun’s body like he can’t believe he is really right here. You would think after seeing him in concert four times he wouldn’t be so star struck, but that’s not the case.

“He’s just a person, Beomie.” I stand up heading towards the door. “I’ll leave you alone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s everything.” Beomgyu whines then his eyebrows crumple together when Yeonjun starts to follow me.

“How about we help Kai some more in the living room. We can talk up there and I’ll answer all your burning questions.” Yeonjun winks at Beomgyu and I’m afraid he might have a heart attack. “You can’t tweet about this. I’ve seen your account. YeonjunsHusband.”

“I’m so sorry.” Beomgyu says as we walk to the living room.

Yeonjun and I can’t stop laughing as Beomgyu tries to apologize for the inappropriate things he’s tweeted. Kai is still hanging things on the wall and trying to make sure everything goes as planned. The other two boys sit on opposite ends of the couch and Beomgyu pulls up a tweet. Yeonjun actually answers his question after Beomgyu promises to sign an NDA.

“So, you never actually dated anyone?” Beomgyu asks some time later when we were a little more comfortable.

Kai made us hot chocolate and he put the fire on. It’s a cozy afternoon and I feel like I’m just having a day with my boys. Yeonjun just seems like a natural part of this and it’s so strange.

“That’s not what I said.” Yeonjun says sucking on a piece of candy cane before continuing. “The people you think I’ve dated…have all been publicity stunts put on by my management. I’ve dated a few people for real, but I don’t like it getting out to the press. I know what will happen if the press finds out and I want to protect whoever I’m with from that. People are malicious when it comes to who I date.”

I can’t take my eyes of his face and Kai has noticed. When he made us drinks, he asked me what was going on and I told him nothing because it’s truthful. He’s very beautiful but he’s a superstar and I’m just a high school senior.

“I thought that didn’t really happen.” Kai says tucking his feet up onto the couch.

“It is actually really common unfortunately. I wish I could date who I want without having to worry about if someone is going to threaten to kill them.” His voice is sad, and he sighs looking down at his feet. “I’m sorry for bumming you out. It’s rare that I feel like I can really talk to people.”

Kai’s phone rings and he takes the call into another room. Beomgyu looks like he’s thinking hard about something. Yeonjun’s thigh is pressed against my even though there is more room on the couch. He’s nice and warm so I don’t think I’ll complain.

“Taehyun got his car stuck in the snow. Can you do a rescue mission? He has precious cargo.”

Of course, Tae would get his car stuck the one time he is in charge of the alcohol. Today has seemed so unreal. It was about time for a mishaps. Everything will be okay once I rescue him and he gets his car towed. We live in a small town whoever is near were he got stuck will watch his car until it gets towed.

“Yeah, I’ll go but it’ll cost you ten dollars.”

He makes a mad face before reaching into his wallet and giving me ten dollars.

“You aren’t getting a Christmas present now.” Kai says like that’s believable at all.

“You already bought me something months ago Beomie told me.”

“You told him?!” Kai yells as I slip out of the room.

I stop at the front door to put my coats back on and Yeonjun appears at my side.

“Do you mind if I come with you?”

“Of course, you can come.” I say handing him his coat and scarf.

My phone dings with Taehyun’s live location. He is a mile away from his cousin’s house who supplied us with the goods. A keg and various other wine coolers that should easily fit in the back seat and trunk of my car. We walk outside and run to the car. After a few silent minutes of the car warming up we head off.

“My manager has been calling me for the last hour.” Yeonjun says suddenly. “I don’t want to go back today.”

“As long as they don’t call the police, I’m fine with keeping you hidden.” I say keeping my eyes focused on the road. “Why don’t you want to go back?”

“Spending time with you and your friends has made me feel more normal than I have since I debuted. I was young when I signed and didn’t have a lot of normal high school experiences. Like you have prom when you’re seventeen. I went to Met Gala for the first time when I was seventeen.” Yeonjun is looking at his phone screen then he shoves it in my cup holder.

“Is your manager that worried that a bunch of nobodies in the middle of nowhere are going to ruin you? You told us so much and none of us would think about saying anything about it. Nothing like that is worth hurting another person over.”

I’m surprised at the depth of the connection I feel with Yeonjun. Everything he does is criticized by millions of people and I wish I could take away the pain he feels. Hearing how he feels makes me not want to enter the music industry, but his other stories have a lit a flame inside me. The way he describes performing is absolutely magical and even a taste of that would make me the happiest I’ve ever been.

“Of course, my manager is worried. If I get caught in some kind of scandal it doesn’t just reflect badly on me, but everyone involved with me.” He sighs looking out the window. “Today has been great because I haven’t had to think about that other than when Beomgyu was question me. Even then he mostly wanted to hear about my family and my life outside of music.”

“We’ll help you hide out until tomorrow.” I say as we pull up to Taehyun’s car.

“And I’ll put in a good word with our scout in case you decide to come our way.”

Taehyun is standing next to his car with wide eyes when Yeonjun steps out of the car. He tries to play it cool getting the booze out of the car but trips over a thick lump of snow. Yeonjun rushes to help him up and I swear he looks like he might scream. I retrieve our drinks from his car and carefully put them in the trunk of my car. Tonight, may be the most wild night of my life and I’m ready no matter the cost.

“I’m sorry I got stuck, but at least everything is okay now.” Taehyun says as we wait for the heater to bring our bodies back to life.

“It’s okay.” Yeonjun says look back to the backseat with a smile. “I needed a moment away from Beomgyu. He’s a real nice guy but it seems like there is a million things he wants to know about me. He has a never ending list.”

“He tweets those questions to you all the time. You just never answer him.” I say and he laughs.

“Do you think it would be appropriate for me to describe the last time I kissed someone for more than two minutes, on my twitter?”

“He asked you that?” I say giving him a shocked look before turning my eyes to the road. “He must’ve been drunk. Usually he tries to respect privacy because he really admires you.”

The drive back is filled with banter and after a few minutes Taehyun realizes Yeonjun is just a person like us. He stops trying to make himself cool and I think Yeonjun likes him better. I’m telling him about a party we had freshman year when we arrive at the Huening residence.

“He was standing on a table almost completely naked when his mother came home from France early and that’s the story of how he was banned from being home alone for three years. This is the first time he’s been left home alone for more than a few hours since he was fourteen.”

“You say you are boring then I hear about your music kid parties. They sound more lit then any of the stupid Hollywood parties I’ve been to.”

I swear I can hear Taehyun rolling his eyes at Yeonjun. We carefully take the beverages out of my car and run them inside. Beomie and Kai are chilling in the living room playing Mario Kart which never ends well. Beomgyu loses when we walk in the room completely fascinated, like he hadn’t just seen him thirty minutes ago.

“Yeonjun have you turned the location off on your phone?” I ask a few minutes later when he and I are in the kitchen alone.

“No, that’s a good idea.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns of his location. “Thank you.”

We are making cute little snacks for whoever shows up at our party. I hope a lot of people do because that’s what Kai wants. He is always striving to out do himself and he doesn’t understand how amazing and special he is.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Yeonjun asks suddenly after a few moments of silence. “…or boyfriend I don’t know.”

Why does he want to know that? Why is my heart threatening to rip out of my chest and shimmy next to the statue of baby Jesus? Why is my face warming up? I’m a shy person but usually when I’m asked things like this, I can remain calm. This man makes me feel so god damn flustered it’s ridiculous.

“No, I’m not to popular with any gender.”

“I can’t imagine why.” He says softly slowly moving closer to me.

My eyes widen as he gets closer to me. Yeonjun refuses to let me look away catching my chin in his hand. We stand like that for a minute neither of us brave enough to make a move. A cough has us jumping apart like we’d been electrocuted.

“Kai wanted to know if you could help him mix drinks in a few minutes, but if I’m interrupting something…” Taehyun says with a smirk on his face.

“I’d love to help once I’m done with the snacks.” I say struggling to find words with so many thoughts running through my head.

Yeonjun and I continue making chocolate dipped marshmallows on pretzels and my mind is racing. What the ever loving fuck was that? He asked me if I was dating anyone then grabs my chin. Who does he think he is? I can’t lie my ideal partner is someone like Yeonjun but he’s older than me and a superstar. The idea that he could be even a little attracted to me is unfathomable, but he just did something that can’t be ignored. He was staring in my eyes looking like he wanted to do something but wasn’t sure how it would turn out.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was a little too forward of me.” Yeonjun says quietly after skewering the last marshmallow. “If I let things simmer, I usually end up regretting that I didn’t take a shot.”

“That was hardly a shot.” I say with confidence I didn’t know I had. “I wouldn’t feel so confused if it was a good shot taken.”

“You’re wounding my ego.” He says in a joking tone holding his heart. “I think you are handsome and have a lovely voice. Your personality shines through the freezing air of this sad little town and I’d like that brightness in my life.”

“We going swooning.” I mutter then my eyes widen when I realize I’ve said that out loud. Beomgyu and his dumb bird app humor.

“What was that?” He asks probably already knowing and reevaluating whether he wants to get to know me.

Choi Yeonjun just said I have a shiny personality. He wants my brightness in his life and I think my heart is about to explode with overloaded emotion.

“I need to help Kai mix drinks. He’s horrible at it and mixes it too weak or mixes the wrong things. He needs me to save this party.” I ramble for a minute before running into the living room where I know he won’t want to finish the conversation we are having. Yeonjun won’t talk about that in front of his biggest fan.

“Did you already start drinking? Your face is awful red.” Beomgyu says when I join them.

“N-no…I must be overheating or something.” I say quickly trying to make something up.

Taehyun gives me a look that says he doesn’t believe me for a second. I shoot him a look to tell him to keep his mouth shut. We all have life destroying dirt on each other that we threaten to use but would never actually.

“Where is Yeonjun?” Kai asks handing me a shot glass so I can start making drinks.

“I’m right here. I was just grabbing the trays to set out. Beomie do you think you could grab the last two?”

The use of his nickname by his idol almost sends him into to shock but he quickly does as he was asked. After placing the tray on the table next to the fireplace Yeonjun sits in the middle of the couch. I think running away without saying anything might have upset him. What am I supposed to say when he says something like that to me? It’s not even about his fame. If any person said that to me, I would have run away. I’m scared that when people say things like that, they are just trying to mess with me.

A few hours later I come out of Kai’s room after a refreshing nap. The boys are talking in the living room and I think guest should be arriving soon. There is pizza on the counter in the kitchen and I happily eat a slice. I can’t drink on an empty stomach. My time spent alone in the room gave me a little time to think. There is no harm in getting to know Yeonjun more or even just seeing what could happen tonight.

“Did you have nice nap?” Kai asks me when I enter the living room a few more of our friends from choir have showed up.

Casual conversation keeps things light until a group of cheerleaders show up on the promise of free alcohol. Yeonjun quickly puts on a Santa costume with a beard to avoid taking the spotlight off Kai. I grab a drink off the table and wonder what this night might bring.

Hours later I’m sitting on the back porch nursing a beer that I don’t even like. Yeonjun took the suit off a while ago because Kai decided to confiscate phones of people we don’t know very well. A few people freaked out but a lot of them are too drunk to care. It was a little overwhelming being around so many people with loud music and grinding bodies. My friends are having fun and that’s what matters. Kai did a keg stand and Beomgyu is showing everyone how well he dances. This is exactly what we wanted, a fun night with everyone we know.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Yeonjun says from behind me and the sound of feet crunching snow fills my ears.

“Why do you want to get to know me?” I ask letting my inebriated state speak for me.

“I can feel that you are something special. Maybe if you signed with my company, I’d get a real chance to win you over. Everything about you is beautiful.”

Knowing he’s had as many if not more drinks then me puts my mind at ease. I doubt he’d be lying right now. Everything I’ve learned about him today leads me to think he wouldn’t lie about that. I stand up shakily and he follows suit taking a sip of his drink.

“Give me your phone.” I say and he does it without question after unlocking it.

I type my snapchat into the search bar and hit add. When he leaves tomorrow who knows when I’ll be able to see him again. I’ve always wanted to be a singer and his company is the one I’ve always hoped to be signed under. Being friends or something more with Choi Yeonjun sounds like a fairytale.

Right there on the back porch of my best friend’s house, with one of Yeonjun’s songs blaring in the background and a beer in my hand, I lean forward. With snow falling on my head I kiss an average boy with an extraordinary life.

One Year Later…

It’s almost midnight and time for the New Year. In March I decided to sign with Yeonjun’s company and take online classes at my top college. He and I talk whenever he isn’t busy and facetime often. I only officially started recording in November and while we see each other we aren’t sure where we stand.

We kissed once and since then we have hung out whenever he was in town, but nothing has happened. I think there is fear that we might ruin the great friendship we have even though we kissed the first day we met.

Right now, he’s standing at my side holding a glass of champagne waiting for the countdown. We are at a company party and I think I should kiss him. Someone has to make a move and it’s obviously not going to be him. Everyone thinks we are already dating anyways, and I want them to be right.

“5! 4! 3! 2…” I pull his head towards me and press my lips against his as “1!” is heard throughout the room. He sets the glass down and puts a hand on my waist. When I pull away it’s to pull him to another room where we can talk. My New Years’ resolution is to be more assertive and I think this qualifies.

“Jjunine?” I ask when we have made it to a conference room.

“Binnie.” He responds studying my face with a goofy smile. My stomach flips and I close my eyes for a second to focus. “What do you need me for?”

“I have something to tell you.” My mind is muddled from the drinks I had to celebrate the best year of my life so far. “You are the most down to earth and truly generous person I know. You make me want to be a better person and are willing to help me whenever I need you no matter how far away you are. Since I first met you, I’ve known that wasn’t some freak coincidence. We are meant to be in each other’s lives.”

“You are much better at shooting your shot than me.” He replies pulling me closer to him so our noses are almost touching. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I laugh closing the distance between our lips.

#txt fanfiction #txt fanfic #yeonbin #choi Soobin x choi yeonjun #soobin x yeonjun #fanfiction #fluff #high school au #Christmas party #idol!yeonjun #very cute sweet

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mirkwoood131 · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun Characters: Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Huening Kai, Choi Soobin's Mother, Choi Soobin's Father, Choi Yeonjun's Parents Additional Tags: Age Difference, Fluff, Humor, Home for Christmas, Getting Back Together, Soft Choi Soobin Summary:

Soobin comes home for Christmas, expecting another mundane family holiday.

But Yeonjun's arrival turns his world upside down. Old flames are ignited and Soobin finds himself sneaking out of the house to sleep again in Yeonjun's bed. Again and again.

#txt #yeonjun #soobin #soobin x yeonjun #yeonbin #fanfic #kpop #greta van fleet #humor

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candlelightandmoonshine · 2 months ago

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#soobin x yeonjun #oneshot #soulmate!au #first sight #pining #fluff #strangers to friends to lovers

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jjunieworld · 7 months ago

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LATHER ˒˒ 최수빈

to help raise money for charity you and your friends make your way over to the rich neighborhood to handwash cars in your best skimpy bathing suits and clothing.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi soobin x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 soyeon from gidle, chaewon from le sserafim, and karina from aespa

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ smut, rich playboy!soobin (like very rich), a lot of sexual innuendos, blonde!soobin

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex + pull-out method (be safe!!), kinda bratty!reader, mean dom!soobin, degradation kink, name calling (slut, whore, good girl), dacryphilia, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, slight overstimulation (f. rec)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ remember everyone, every body is a bikini body can i get an amen?!!?! :D think of this as the start of my hot girl summer writing era lmaoo（ゝ。∂）this was really pushing my wc of drabbles… lol sorry, what can i say! i hope you enjoy!! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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you huffed loudly as you tried to pull down the smallest shorts you’ve ever worn. when they didn’t budge, you slumped into the chair at the stand you and your friends were currently setting up. at least you weren’t that hot with your bikini top and jean shorts that barely covered your ass in the summer sun. for charity, you thought, it’s all for charity.

“alright, i think everything is good,” soyeon said, as her eyes scanned the stand. you, soyeon, chaewon, and karina were on the sidewalk in some rich neighborhood to handwash cars for this charity program you’re all volunteering for.

karina got up from the grass where she was filling water balloons and placing them in a bucket, “water balloons are done! are we ready to get started?” there was a piece of paper on the bucket that read ‘$20 TO GET THESE GIRLS SOAKED!’ on it. before soyeon could reply, chaewon walked up to you three.

“i already got a couple offers—they’re paying big money to see us drenched and washing their cars,” chaewon said as she sat on the plastic chair next to you. soyeon scoffed a little and rolled her eyes as she looked around to the various large and elaborate houses. there were already some men waiting on their porches or flat out in their yards with a chair and a beer.

one man in particular had his eyes on you this whole time. he was one of the ones sitting in his yard—sunglasses low on his nose bridge as he sipped from whatever beer he had. his blonde hair and white button up shirt made him stand out in contrast to the green grass behind him. you gave him a small and sweet smile while trying to make it seem like you didn’t notice his persistent staring. a smirk grew on his face and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. men are so easy, you thought.

the whole idea to even do this car washing service came from soyeon, surprisingly. in her own words, “let’s take advantage of shitty rich men for charity money!” it wasn’t a bad idea—you even suggested that you continue the car washing service in other neighborhoods too.

soyeon grabbed the megaphone from the table and said into it, “all right, gentlemen! who’s ready to get wet?! starting prices are on the sign above me and remember, it costs extra if you want something special! let’s raise some money for charity!” the rest of you all started whooping and cheering as all the men came up to you four like moths to a flame.

you were in the process of taking a lot of twenty dollar bills and passing out water balloons whenever the man from the yard who had been eying you finally started to approach. you had to tear your eyes away from him when a water balloon hit your chest, soaking your bikini top in the process. turning to the culprit with a shocked screech, chaewon smiled at you.

chaewon was completely drenched and sudsy from the car her and soyeon just washed. she held an open water bottle in her hand and you knew exactly what she was about to do with it. “chaewon!” you laughed as you looked at the water dripping off of you. you peeled some of the green balloon off that stuck to you.

“the guy who’s been eyefucking you is coming over, be ready,” she said lowly as she poured the water over your shoulders. karina smirked at you as she took over handling the water balloons. chaewon walked back to the table and you turned to greet the man.

his eyes trailed up and down your—now soaked—body, especially the red bikini top that covered your boobs. he took a water balloon from karina, pressing the twenty dollars into her open hand, and made his way to you. “need any more help getting wet?” he asked you with a sly grin.

now that he was up close, he was really attractive. he also didn’t look that much older than you, which surprised you slightly. you gave him an innocent smile, he was probably some billionaire’s son. “for charity? of course i am, if you’re offering!” you exclaimed as you held out your arms and prepped yourself to be hit with the water balloon.

instead of throwing the balloon he latched his finger underneath the strap of your bikini top. “what if i want a special offer?” he leaned into you and said lowly near the shell of your ear. your faces were inches away from each other as he looked you in your eyes and awaited your answer. the strap of your bikini top snapped back down onto your shoulder as he let go of it.

you could feel heat spread across your body, especially towards the pit of your belly. now, you weren’t really one for a casual—or not so casual—hookup with a stranger, but you were willing to make an exception for a good cause. besides, he was just so alluring. if you weren’t already so wet, you’d bet your panties would be soaked right now.

you looked at him through hooded lids and said lowly, “you’re gonna have to make a generous donation to charity if you want to fuck me, stranger.” his smirk turned into a slick smile.

“name your price and i’ll double it,” he replied, “and it’s soobin.” you licked your lips in thought and his eyes followed the motion. how much could you squeeze from him before he retracted his offer? just how badly did he want to fuck you? you debated for a moment on the price.

“one million dollars!” you settled on, raising a brow at soobin as you lifted your chin. soobin broke out into a playful laugh and you watched his reaction. he began nodding, like it meant nothing to him.

“two million it is!” he replied and the two of you made your way over to the table where the credit card reader was. soyeon’s eyes nearly fell out as she looked at the amount soobin transferred, and yours almost did too when you leaned over to look at the screen. instead of transferring over two million dollars, he transferred over four million.

soobin turned to you and smiled, “for the pretty girl in front of me.” you thanked him with wide eyes. you turned to soyeon and she mirrored your expression as she mouthed, “four million?!”

you turned back to soobin, “i hope you don’t mind waiting for a few moments. i have to wash this car quickly.” soobin shook his head and crossed his arms. “take all the time you need,” he replied.

smiling, you told him you’d be right back. as you were walking away, you heard soyeon cheekily say, “you can set up a chair and watch her if you so desire.” you helped karina grab the soap and brushes and the two of you made your way over to one of the cars waiting to be washed. when the two of you finished, you were completely drenched from head to toe and lathered in soap.

soobin had taken up soyeon’s offer and watched you the entire time. he came up to you with a towel in his hand that he outstretched towards you. you thanked him and dried yourself off as best as you could and tried to get most of the soap off. soobin trailed the tips of his fingers along your jaw, “ready?”

his fingers lifted up your chin so that you looked at him. suddenly flustered as the reality of what you were about to do hit you, all you could manage to do was nod in reply. soobin smiled and took your hand as he led you back to his house. you looked over your shoulder at karina, who was now standing with chaewon as the two of them made kissy faces at you and laughed at how your cheeks heated further from it.

the inside of his house was just as nice as the outside, but you barely got to look around before lips were pressing kisses to your neck. soobin wasted no time with you as he backed you up towards the living room and pushed you down onto the couch. his eyes were dark and full of lust and it made him look like a completely different person than the one you knew just a few seconds ago.

“take your clothes off,” he demanded as he unbuttoned his shorts. he pulled them down, revealing his bulging erection, as you crossed your legs and leaned forward slightly. “why don’t you take them off for me?” you challenged.

the corner of soobin’s mouth lifted as he took a step towards you. his tall figure hovered over yours as he hooked his fingers under your bikini straps and pulled them down. goosebumps raised along your skin where he touched and a shiver ran up your spin when he started to untie your bikini top at your back. once it was untied, he tossed it to the side onto the couch.

you shivered slightly as a cool chill swept over your now exposed breasts, making your nipples perk up. soobin rubbed his thumbs over them as he grabbed your breasts. “so beautiful…” he muttered to himself. his fingers trailed down your stomach and stopped just above the hem of your jean shorts. he looked up at you briefly, darkly, and you hooked your thumbs onto the fabric and pulled it down along with your panties until you were now completely naked under him.

soobin’s eyes raised to connect with yours, “now, are you gonna suck my cock or do i have pay more money, you fucking whore?” you reached for the band of his boxers but he slapped your hands away.

soobin swiped his thumb across your lips, “open.” you did as you were told, mouth open wide with your tongue hanging out as you waited.

“good girl,” soobin smiled. he pulled down his boxers, hard cock slapping against his stomach. you faltered, closing your mouth as you saw just how big he was. soobin pumped himself a couple times before looking at you with a raised brow.

you shook your head a little, ready to speak about how you definitely weren’t fitting him in your mouth before soobin roughly grabbed your chin. “didn’t i say open?” he asked you before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. you whimpered into the brief kiss before he pulled away and brought your lips to the tip of his cock.

your mouth opened wider willingly for soobin as you began to swallow him inch by inch. tears pricked in your eyes and you looked up at him when you were about halfway down his cock. soobin’s head was thrown back as small whines left his lips. his hands were entangled in your wet hair, aiding you.

when you stopped, already feeling him at the back of your throat, he looked down at you and moved your head down further. “you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” soobin asked you and you nodded weakly, tears streaming down your cheeks. “so fucking take it,” he added.

soobin began thrusting into your throat, grunting in pleasure as you moved up and down him. soon, his mouth hung open as warm cum spilled down your throat with his release. soobin pulled you off him, thumb catching his cum that spilled out and pushing it back into your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, “all of it.” your brows furrowed at the salty taste and you swallowed thickly, whimpering at the pain of your bruised throat.

“such a slut…” he trailed when you opened your mouth to show how you swallowed all of his cum. your hips rolled against the couch, needing any bit of friction you can get. “soobin, please…” you whined hoarsely. you needed to feel him inside you. you need to feel how much he stretched out your aching pussy.

“turn around. bend over the top of the couch,” soobin told you. you turned and got up onto the couch, spreading your legs and bending so your ass was in the air for him. his hand smoothed over the curves of your body as he spread you apart.

“already so wet and i haven’t even touched you… you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh, you slut? fill you up?” soobin asked you as he mockingly rubbed his tip against your wet entrance. you bit your bottom lip and nodded, hips pushing back onto him as you stared at him desperately.

“please,” you whined again, “want you to fill me up…” soobin roughly pushed into you and you let out a loud gasp from the suddenness. he pounded into you rigorously, big hands gripping onto your hips as he pulled you towards him to match his pace.

you cried out as your thighs began to tremble. “s-soobin… gonna cum!” you whimpered, biting down hard to try and silence your moans but to no avail.

“yeah? you like that?” soobin hissed between moans as he fucked into you harder, “you like me fucking you like this, whore? you wanna cum around my cock like a good girl?” you nodded desperately and buried your face into your arms as you cried out again from his tip hitting your cervix. the rope in you snapped and your warm cum leaked down soobin’s cock as he continued fucking you, leaving a creamy white ring around his base.

wet sounds filled his living room as you gripped onto the cushion of his couch, “t-too much!” tears wet your cheeks as you looked back at him with furrowed brows.

soobin laughed humorlessly, but it was staggered. he breathed heavily as he pulled you up from the couch, “take it like the slut that you are.” you felt him twitch and he quickly pulled out of you. whining at the sudden loss, soobin flipped you around and cursed lowly before he began pumping his cum covered cock rapidly over your boobs.

his cum shot out onto them, painting them a pretty white as soobin whimpered. he took your chin again and brought his lips to yours roughly as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer as the kiss deepened.

once both of your lungs were on fire, soobin pulled away a little and you could feel the smile on his lips. he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, “i bet your charity will be very pleased with my donation.”

soobin pulled away fully and you shied away from his stare with heated cheeks. the two of you got cleaned up and made your way back out to your charity event. it was dusk now and it seemed like the girls were just about to start wrapping everything up. “the prodigal daughter returns!” soyeon exclaimed, causing the others to laugh.

you hid your face in your hands as you helped them clean up. the four of you ended up raising almost seven million dollars for your charity that day, and your friends made sure to thank “mr. four million.”

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choiyeonjuns · 1 month ago

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THE STAR CHAPTER: SANCTUARY SUN CATCHER

#txtnetwork #soobin #yeonjun #taehyun #beomgyu #hueningkai #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #gifs #for me bc its so oo pretty

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biteyoubiteme · 1 month ago

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blue raspberry flavored

soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: he’s so cute when he asks, he’s even cuter when he doesn’t

warnings: 🔞!!! breeding kink, baby trapper, dubcon/manipulation, nipple/breast play, use of teeth, marking, no protection, creampie, talk of pregnancy, soobin calls reader bunny a few times prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.5k

an: don't know how this one will go over but hope you guys like it feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the other fics here [dumdum m.list]

Soobin was never really forgetful of anything. He never forgot your birthday, missed an anniversary, messed up on your coffee order, he never even had to write down what he needed when he went grocery shopping. But bringing a condom always seemed to slip his mind.

At first it was easy to write off in the beginning of your relationship, every time the two of you got closer to having sex and not just messy make outs every pouty ‘its okay ill just pull out’ sounded more and more appealing. But you bought a box of condoms for your apartment and didn't realize the way his jaw clicked at the sight of them.

Soon after soobin was suddenly into pda. Purposefully teasing you out in public, hand slipping up your thigh under the table at a friends house, pulling you into heady kisses out at events, pushing you into bathroom stalls to try and undress you. You didn't make the connection until later that he was avoiding taking you home. ‘I just can't wait i need you right now,’

He knew exactly what to say for you to fold, slowly chipping away at the idea that the two of you even needed protection at all. It was so easy for you to remember when in your own bed, the nightstand right there. But in the back of the car with his lips all over you, hands kneading your thighs, pushing your knees apart; you let so much slide. Mumblings for him to pull out lost between moans. Where was he supposed to cum in the car anyways? He’d hate to ruin the interior or your pretty skirt.

In the beginning it wasn't so bad, soobin could restrain himself. If you two didn't use a condom he would make sure to pull out and if you did use one he was easy to comply. But it only took one time and it was an accident, a real accident where he didn't pull out fast enough. It was in the mix of his fucked out apology that he realized he wasnt sorry at all, not when he was watching the way your abused cunt was pushing out his cum and all he could really think about was going right back in for more.

post nut he was a bit ashamed but as soon as he thought about it for long enough he had his hand down his pants begging in an empty room to get you pregnant. And when you're ovulating it's only worse. Not only does he know it would be so easy to knock you up but it's like you're beckoning him to do it. Your hands squeezing your boobs, pushing up your bra while you're watching movies together. “Ugh im so sore,” the pout on your lips instantly makes him hard. His imagination taking over thinking about just how big they would get if he did get you pregnant.

And when you wear that tiny little tank top he is insatiable. Nipples peeking through the thin fabric as you lay against the pillows on the bed. You didn't even notice that soobin is paying no attention to the tv, his eyes watching the way your chest rises and falls. Adjusting in his seat to not make it too obvious he was already leaking in his sweatpants. Only it does the exact opposite, your eyes drawn to the bulge outlined in the gray fabric.

“Need help there?” it's the slight invitation he needs to roll over on top of you, lips working down your throat, hips rutting against yours.

“Please bunny, i need you,” he begs as you run your fingers through his hair pushing the strands behind his ears. Pleading brown eyes working on you instantly, he was always so desperate to have you and he knew it always made him get what he wanted.

He tugs down your tank top far enough for your boobs to spill out, hands reaching up to cup them both, thumbs sliding over your skin as he groans. “Look at your pretty nipples,” he squeezes his hands, pushing them together to watch the way your cleavage deepens.

You whine softly, “gentle i'm still tender,” the reminder only adding to his want, mouth coming down to suck on your nipple, your moan going straight to his aching cock.

Kneading the handfuls he has of your breasts, your back arches, lips popping off obscenely from one nipple only to capture the next. He's rough as he massages, your nails scratching along his scalp, his moans reverberating through your chest as he swirls his tongue over the hard bud.

He's humping you like you don't have layers of clothes separating you two, every slow drag of his hips pressing his hardness right against your clit, his teeth softly biting at your nipple tugging to watch how you react. Soobin knows that getting you off at least once before actually fucking you led to your inhibitions being weakned enough to forget about the condom all together. His hand slipped down between you two, pushing past your waistband to rub on your clit.

Lips coated in his spit he starts sucking marks along your chest, watching the way your head rolls back, fingers sliding through your slick as your hips buck up into his hand. He knows your body well enough to see the first orgasm coming, relishing in the way you tremble against him. With no time to let you ride out your high he's pulling down your shorts and panties, kicking off his sweats using all your wetness to lube up his cock.

But even in your haze you reach out beside you fumbling for the drawer to the nightstand pulling out the little shiny packet. You don't even see the disappointment on his face as you rip open the packet helping to slide the condom on him.

And he wants to be good, truly, only when he slowly pushes in he cant think about anything else except fucking you hard enough the condom breaks, neither of you knowing until its too late, until all his cum is spilling out of you. It’s that thought alone that makes him pull all the way out, his fingers slipping along the condom as he tugs it off. “What-”

“It's okay,” he mutters, tossing the condom to the pile of your clothes on the floor. “I need to feel all of you please,” and he tries to kiss away the worry on your mouth, and you shake your head.

“No you need another one we have extra in the nightstand,” but he's already prodding your entrance, tip slipping in as he begs, "I'll just pull out I promise, please, please,"

You don't even get to respond before his hips slam into yours, fully seating himself inside you, promptly shutting up anything else you could say. Even if after the two of you were done you were upset it's not like you would leave him would you? Not if he got you pregnant, the two of you were ready, and he'd take such good care of you. “Fuck,” his drawn out moan pressed right into your neck as he bullies his cock into you, “you feel amazing bunny,”

You're clinging to him, moans mixing with the obscene wet sounds coming from between you two. “Soobin s-slow down,” but you're not sure you want him to, not when he's hitting just the perfect spot inside of you, pressed so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“No,” he pants pulling you closer, “im going to stuff you full of my fucking cum, we will stay here all night if we have to,” your clenching gummy walls aiding him on. “Don't you want my baby?”

You can't even think straight let alone answer his question, his long fingers moving to work on your clit, “you'd be so pretty full of me, my cum, my baby, everyone would know youre all mine,”

The room is full of your desperate moans, your legs wrapping around him as if you could pull him any closer. “You like that idea huh?”

“Y-yes,” you're practically crying, tears welling up in your eyes, “i want it, please,”

That alone makes soobins balls tighten, cock jerking inside you before he spills the biggest load he's ever had inside you. He presses his hips against yours making sure you're flush together as you cum, fluttering walls sucking him in deeper milking him dry of all he has. He takes your hand in his lowering it to press over your pelvis, pressing it down enough to make you moan, “i don't think once will do it,” deep slow thrusts pushing his cum further in making you dizzy, “but you did such a good job im sure you can handle the rest,"

a very special thank you to @aduh0308 and @chyuuiung for beta/proof reading this for me ily you're the best

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petalsofdusk · 11 months ago

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[ iʼll still love you, even worldʼs apart ]

⤥ soobin × yeonjun | yeonbin

⤥ oneshot ; 24.3k words

⤥ alternate reality, hurt/comfort

⤥ ao3 link

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jeongin-lvr · 9 months ago

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ᙏ̤̫ ˘˘˘ txt reactions when another member likes you (nsfw)

𓈃 ★ YEONJUN

He’s such a smug bitch about it; obviously he’s jealous but the way he shows it is surreal. He’s clingier when Taehyun is around, grabbing your wrists and waist despite protests and plopping you in his lap, making eye contact with the boy just to see his reaction. Taehyun only watches albeit longingly. Yeonjun on the other hand practically laughs in the boys face, kissing your shoulder blade just to make you squirm and hiss at him. He finds it funny that anyone would even bother to like you because he makes it so obvious that you’re his and no one else could ever have you! That’s what he thinks, of course. Yeonjun makes it a point to brag about you on purpose to Taehyun and everyone else who would listen; talking about how pretty you look when he’s fucking you, the way your eyes tear up as you gag on his dick. Yeonjun knows it makes Taehyun tick. That’s why he does it.

It’s a particular night when all the boys are together, even Taehyun, the TV playing some nonsense show that you were already forgetting. You couldn’t focus on it as Yeonjun played with your puffy, wet folds beneath the warm confines of your blanket. Your back against his firm chest, trying to regulate your breathing and stifle your moans into his arm. The other boys were either half asleep or too engrossed in the show to care. But Yeonjun catches the eye of Taehyun just as he was slipping his first finger into you, making your face scrunch and mouth fall wide. Taehyun isn’t stupid; he knows what you two are doing under the sheets, and there’s really nothing he can do about it so he bites his lip. Yeonjun only smirks and flicks his hand toward the TV, signaling to Taehyun to mind his damn business.

“Baby… almost got us caught. Little thing all pent up and whiny… shhh, Tyunnie might hear you. We can’t have that, no, no. He’d want a piece of you and I wouldn’t let him. You’re fuckin’ mine, pretty.”

𓈃 ★ SOOBIN

At first he’s calm. He barely even acknowledges the idea when Beomgyu first confessed to him about his crush on you. Soobin simply shrugs it off and tells the younger boy to not beat himself up about it, giving him a nonchalant smile and walking off. What actually makes him jealous is the sight of you and Beomgyu together; it would’ve been innocent had it not been for Beomgyu running a shy hand along your arm, then quickly wiping something from your cheek. And Soobin has no idea why he’s so angry at this. He doesn’t get jealous— it’s unlike him. But it’s you. How could he not be? The boy is quick to come between you and Beomgyu, literally squeezing his tall frame between the two of you with a phony smile towards the younger. He clicks his tongue and turns to you, as if to give a warning to Beomgyu, telling him to, respectfully, fuck off.

When Soobin tells you all of this you’re practically laughing at him. He pouts and folds his arms over his chest, sinking into the sofa. He couldn’t help it when it came to you; he just couldn’t let Beomgyu even be near you anymore. You slot yourself over his lap, tucking your cheek in his neck, still giggling at his jealousy. You’ve never seen him like this, pouty like a little kid and visibly jealous. So you decide to take the initiative and slot yourself onto his lap, holding his cheeks before kissing away the jealousy. It was fluffy and soft until the kisses got messier and he was openly panting into your open mouth, holding you down over his bulge as he whimpered nasty thinks against your lips.

“I gotta… ah, I gotta fuck you— please, baby, don’t make me beg. Ohhh, need it— no, I need you. Need to know you’re mine.

𓈃 ★ BEOMGYU

What a little monster. He makes sure everyone knows you’re his— even if that means marking your neck so hard it hurts too much to even cover in makeup, or taking you ok the bathroom corner at someone else’s house. Was it feral and maybe even a little nasty? Yes. But he was addicted to the idea of Yeonjun, his best friend who he always caught staring at you, hearing everything the two of you did. Beomgyu saw how Yeonjun stared at you, longing in his eyes and nervous breathes when you caught his gaze, giving a nonchalant smile. Beomgyu was by no means jealous, he was cocky. Which was worse for both Yeonjun and yourself.

When Beomgyu told you that you two would be spending the night at Yeonjun’s because of some video game related event, you could already sense what he was thinking. Teasing you all night, purposely showing you off, the bites and bruises upon your delicate skin. You weren’t even surprised when he spent the first 10 minutes before walking up to Yeonjun’s apartment kissing you until you were too flustered to speak coherently. When he pulled back and saw your lips red and puffy, a mess of spit on your chin, he was satisfied. But that wasn’t the end of it at all, giving you one last peck before smirking and hopping to your side to let you out. The rest of the night was spent with Beomgyu and Yeonjun on the couch, yelling at the TV screen as they lost or won. You had forgotten entirely about Beomgyu’s behavior. All up until it was time to sleep, finally. You and Beomgyu were warming up on the couch, your eyes growing heavy until you felt his hand slither down your torso and under the waistband of your panties. Yeonjun, who was just in the other room, unknowing. You protested half-heartedly, gripping his wrist as he found your cute clit, chuckling as he could practically feel the way you gushed for him. Before he sunk two fingers into your empty hole, he whispered nasty words into your ear, telling you to stay quiet or he’d stop.

“That’s it. Oh, you’re soaked, baby. No, no be quiet. Unless you want Yeonjun to hear… that’s what I thought. Imagine what he’d think if he saw you all wet and whiny for his best friend. Hah, you’re so bad at hiding how turned on you are, babe.”

𓈃 ★ TAEHYUN

When Taehyun finds out, via Yeonjun, that Kai had a massive crush on you he laughs. His younger friend has a pathetic crush on Taehyun’s oblivious girlfriend? It’s laughable. But he doesn’t make it a point to be extra touchy with you; he isn’t kissing you extra long or holding your waist a little tighter in the presence of Kai. He does, however, opt to observe the younger male. Taehyun sees how he bites his lip and puts a pillow over his crotch around you. And you were so fucking oblivious to Kai’s perverted behavior that it made Taehyun chuckle, kissing your cheek like it was a reward for being air-headed. Taehyun often finds himself getting turned on seeing someone pine over you so desperately, so shamelessly. It’s not jealousy at all; rather it’s cockiness.

It’s in the dorms when Taehyun hears the most interesting sound; what sounded to be a whiny Kai in his room— what shocks him is the fact that he’s moaning your name, the wet sound of his cock in hand making Taehyun’s eyes widen and heart race quicken. He immediately smirks, silently strutting down the hall to find you sitting unknowingly in his bed, innocently playing with your hair as he approaches with meaning in every step. You didn’t even protest when he quickly grabbed your jaw and forced your lips onto his, raking his hands up and down your waist. He’s mumbling into your mouth as he pulls you down, your bodies flat against the other as things instantly get messy. It’s like you’re floating when he doesn’t even wait a second to lift your leg over his shoulder and rub his bulge against your hot pussy. The sound of Kai in the other room isn’t as audible from where you two are; it’s just the fact that Taehyun knows what he’s doing behind those walls. Thinking about you while he gets you all to himself gives him some sort of weird power trip and all he can do is groan. You hear Kai whining behind the wall too now, and you would care if you weren’t being fucked brain dead by your possessive, perfect boyfriend.

“Babydoll, you’re all for me, yeah? Kai is in the other room thinking about you— meanwhile, I get the real fucking thing. I own this perfect pussy— it’s mine. He’s pathetic thinking about you like that, right, sweetheart?”

𓈃 ★ HUENINGKAI

Hear me out… Kai is the most jealous of them all!! Kai hates it when other men even look at you, he hates it when they stare because he knows what goes on in their brains. But it’s the worst when he finds out Soobin has the biggest crush on you; it drives him mad. Kai is a sweetheart, but he’s a jealous sweetheart. He will find ways to cut between you and Soobin if he thinks you’re getting too close. Kai will press you to his chest and even grope your ass if he’s feeling extra bold. There’s been instances when the group would hang out and Kai would whisper to you that Soobin was staring at you— to which you reply with a pitiful smile —and soon enough he’d sitting you on his lap to cover his boner. He can’t help it! All he wants to do is show him you’re his! Kai is jealous and a big pervert in situations like these. He knows it and you know it and, honestly, neither of you are ashamed.

Kai pressed you down onto the cold marble of your kitchen, his belt loop cold against your hot skin. The two of you had barely gotten into the apartment when he was kissing your neck and pulling your clothes off. It was a long night out with the rest of the boys— all of you had gone to an Internet cafe, you opting to instead sit on Kai’s lap and watch everyone play. But Kai couldn’t focus when your ass was rubbing against his cock. He is too down bad for you to not get hard the moment he feels you like that; especially when right next to the two of you sat a silently longing Soobin. His big eyes on the two of you as you squirmed on his lap. Soobin saw the way you situated yourself lewdly on Kai’s pretty thigh, hiding you flushed face in his neck as Kai silently wished for an excuse to leave with you. The worst part is Kai knew the entire time of Soobin’s wandering eye and it made the entire situation hotter, at least to him. It wasn’t a surprise when the two of you quickly ran out of the cafe, exclaiming about an emergency before you were off. But Soobin knew, he saw the entire thing! Kai pressed you harder into the marble at the thought, gritting his teeth and pressing his stomach to your back, sweat clinging to the two of you. He was nasty with his words, entailing and describing every little detail about how he wanted Soobin to watch the two of you; how he wanted to invite him over to see how good you are for him and how you could only take Kai’s cock because you’re his little slut. His perverted fantasy seems to be mutual when you squeeze around him so tight he felt suffocated.

“Oh, yeah? You like that? Soobin coming over to w-watch you get fucked? Maybe I should call him, huh? You’re so nasty, baby, love it. F-fuck, he saw how you were grinding down on me earlier, baby… he liked watching y-you like that.”

[ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ] 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝟦 𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖼 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗆𝖿𝖺𝗈𝗈 😭