#sorry jisung i love you sm

[itsseohannbin]

He is literally so so so perfect stop it 😭❤️

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[sugawhaaa]

°☆---SMUT SKZ REACTION---☆°

°☆~Walking in on the two of you having sex~☆°

Warnings/genre::SMUT, rough sex (Minho, Jeongin, Changbin,) BDSM (Felix) sex toys, (Felix) degradation, (minho) oral, (hyunjin, seungmin) fingering (seungmin) I think that's it 🧍🏻‍♀️

Pairing:: ot8!skz x fem!reader

A/N:: skz phase is back guys... sorry not sorry 😁 also this fanfic has me bashing my head against the wall I love it sm

Bangchan

Channie had you sitting on top of him while his hands rested at your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. The two of you had been going at it for a hot minute so this final round was quite weak. Bangchans hair was sweaty and his lips were chapped from heavy breathing. You didn't look in any better shape.

Channie swished your hair all to one side to see your beautiful face. He rubbed your bottom lip before praising you "just a bit longer babe, you're doing so good,"

That's when the door opened to Changbin. He froze for a moment as channie went to cover your body, protecting your privacy rather than his own. Bangchan gave changbin a look that said "bitch what do you want?" And changbin cleared his throat.

"S-Sorry just wanted to say Jisung door dashed some Chopchae but...I see you're busy," he closed over the door before saying "Have fun," and the door latched. Chan sighed and wiped down his face.

"Where were we?"

Minho

"You like that hm? When I call you a slut?" Lee know had you bent over the edge of the bed with your hands chained up to the bedframe left completely helpless as he pounded you from behind.

"Y-Yes," you pant out as you feel drool building up in your mouth that you can't wipe away. You squint your eyes shut as your head spins with pleasure. Minho starts thrusting faster, the room filling with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass harshly and the bed creaking for help. There was a light knock on the door and the two of you pause. The door opens to Jisung who is smiling and...innocent. Moments before being scarred for life.

"I bought some pudding for us toni-" Han pauses and his jaw drops. Minho grabs a bottle of lube and throws it at him. "Ah Jesus! It was an accident!" Jisung blocks his face as the lube comes flying at him.

"Then get out!" Minho yells and Jisung scurries away and closes the door. Minho sighs softly before adding to his comment. "And don't you dare tell me you saw Y/N like this!" He shouts before huffing. You felt kind of bad for jisung so you made a light hearted comment.

"At least he knocked"

Changbin

Changbin was always a fan of aggressive sex, not all the time, but he did like it when the two of you indulged in it. Tonight he had you on your knees, originally doggy style, and he held your arms back as he pounded into you from behind. Your cries and moans pierced through the walls as he gripped your wrists tightly. He then let go of one wrist to hold your throat and tilt your head up, showcasing his control over you.

"I'm close," you cry out in a hoarse voice and Changbin grins before doubling his efforts. His hand went from your throat to your hair and pulled your head back that way. You could feel yourself drooling but you didn't bother to clean yourself up.

That's when your greatest fear came to life. The door opened to a tired Jeongin with his skincare still on and his headband throwing back his spikey hair. His eyes then widened as Changbin froze. You ducked down and buried your face in the blankets.

"Oh shit," Jeongin covered the view with his hand as his face burnt red, his ears a bright red. "Sorry, I didn't see anything," he stumbled backward, his eyes shut, before closing the doors. You sigh before groaning into the bed sheets. Changbin pats your back comfortingly. You couldn't believe Jeongin saw you in such a state...

Hyunjin

Hyunjin sat you at the edge of the bed and went on his knees. He had your legs parted with his head sandwiched in between your thighs eating you out. Your moans were soft and quiet, surprisingly, but the room was filled with set and sloppy sounds. The overhead light was off so the only source of light was the lamp on your nightstand.

As hyunjin noticed your body tensing and your legs shaking he began to trace feather light circles on your leg, adding an extra bit of sensual contact. He moaned against your core softly as your orgasm hit. You threw your head back as your breath shook with pleasure. Hyunjin drank up every last drop of your arousal, poking his tongue between the tight folds and sucking the cum out of your pussy.

That's when the door opened. Felix stood in the doorway, at first not noticing the situation he walked into, before realizing you were completely naked. "Oh shit-" he put a hand over your body from his POV. Hyunjin turned around, cum dripping from his lips and he froze. He didn't want his friend to see him or you in this situation.

Hyunjin covered his mouth partially from shock and partially to cover the evidence of your "fun". Felix rushed out of the room and closed the door behind him before shouting "sorry!" And fleeing down the hall.

Felix

Felix can be somewhat intimidating during sex, a side that only you get to see and cherish. He's usually very gentle with his precious angel, you, but every now and then you plead him to treat you like an object, a toy, or one would say a slut. Tonight was one of those nights.

Felix had you awkwardly tied up on the bed, on your knees with your arms up and attached to a chain hooked to the ceiling and a vibrator between your legs. He sat behind you and occasionally played with your breasts, nibbled your back, or fingered your clit. Currently he was groping you as you whined and squirmed against the vibrator.

"Just a little bit more," he rasped into your ear as he flicked and fingered your nipples. Just as your release began to pile up the door swung open to Seungmin, innocently expecting Yongbok on his phone or ps5. His jaw instantly dropped before turning into a look mixed with disappointment and disgust.

Meanwhile you and Felix were flustered as all hell, you were still on the verge of cumming and basically helpless when tied up like this and Felix straight up froze. Seungmin left without saying a word and closed the door. You curse loudly as you cum and throw your head back but Felix is still frozen.

"Can you turn this vibrator off before I fall apart?" you whimper and Felix blushes.

"S-Sorry, yeah,"

Jisung

Han always holds you close when you have sex, skin ship is meaningful to him. He currently has you laid back, in missionary position, while he leans down to basically hug your body while he fucks you. Tonight was a night of lazy yet romantic sex. It wasn't about going fast or teasing it was just about experiencing pleasure with each other.

The two of you were surprisingly quiet for once, in the sense you weren't talking dirty to each other, the room filled with soft sighs and little groans. "You're so beautiful baby," Han groans into your ear as he begins to lose himself in you. You bring your hands up to claw at his sweaty back as your climaxes start to build.

Jisung bites down on your neck to quiet his moans and you let out a cry of pleasure and the door opens. Straight faced minho holding a grocery bag. You and Han freeze and look at Lee know surprised. "I got pudding...it's here if you guys want some when you're done," he gestures to the bag and leaves, closing the door behind himself. You and Han look at each other before laughing softly.

"He's so weird," you chuckle as you smile up at jisung. Han blushes and nods, his sweaty bangs falling into his face.

"He's always like that...pudding does sound nice after this though..."

Seungmin

Seungmin held your legs open wide as he licked circles around your folds, his finger flicking your G-spot teasingly at the same time. Seungmin is always such a tease, especially with foreplay and today it was driving you mad. "Please seungmin~" you whine as you pout down at him but your pleas have no effect on him. "Please!" You whine again and he shoves two fingers deep inside you.

You cry out as your body jerks forward.

"Stop whining," he growls and you whine as you throw your head back. His fingers steadily thrusted in and out of your tight wet folds as you fight the urge to squirm and wiggle around in pleasure. "Good girl," he smirks in a cold tone. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and you don't even know how to react but Seungmin doesn't stop his fingers.

You cry out in pleasure as Hyunjin opens the door. Seungmins rhythm never faltered even after Hyunjin was witnessing the scene.

"Go damn, okay, I'm leaving," hyunjin uses his hand to cover your body from his view as Seungmin glares at him. Hyunjin leaves in a hurry just as your orgasm hits. You claw at the sheets and let out a loud groan of pleasure, your legs shaking. Seungmin gently plays with your pussy to extend your orgasm and when you're finally finished you stare at him.

"Why didn't you stop?"

"You were close to cumming, an unwanted guest doesn't effect my performance baby,"

Jeongin

Jeongin is always such an interesting character in bed, very unpredictable. Tonight he decided that he wanted pussy right then and there and I mean, why wouldn't you comply? You ended up being folded underneath him with your legs on his shoulders, his cock effortlessly sliding in and out of you due to the build-up of arousal from your previous fun.

Your arms were wrapped around his back and clawing at his skin and hair. "Please Jeongin!" You cry out in pleasure as your head spins, and your eyes begin to water with desperation. You had been pushed so close to the edge countless times that now you couldn't even function like a normal human being; only a slut. There was then a knock on the door. Jeongin didn't even know how to react when the door began to open.

Bangchan stood in the door with bright smile before his jaw dropped. "Oh my bad," he laughs softly; jeongin lifts you up closer to him to cover your body from Chans view.

"Hyung get out!" He whines loudly, his dominant and rough facade fading due to the audience.

"of course, keep having fun," he smiles as he begins to close the door. "Oh and if you want those marks to go away faster I have some lotion that-"

"Get out!"

[hyunebunx]

💝 with jisung 🤭

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💝- 'a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: manaa <33 i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

It wasn’t a rare occurrence to drop by and find your boyfriend creating, brainstorming for another song while strumming his guitar or tapping a pen on the table to the rhythm created in his head. Inspiration struck at the oddest of times, not giving him a break no matter how spent or exhausted he was. And you had to understand – when the creative juices were flowing and he was in the zone, nothing and absolutely nobody mattered until he finished the song.

You find yourself in his room, sitting across from each other on the floor as you’re listening to your boyfriend go on and on about this new idea of his, strumming random chords on his guitar as he struggled to find a note he was satisfied with.

His fluffy brown hair bounces everywhere as he talks, glasses dropping a little too low on the bridge of his nose as he hasn’t raised his head from the instrument since you came in, half an hour ago.

“I’ve had this melody stuck in my head since yesterday but I can’t seem to get it out.” He hums, in hopes you might recognize it or help him somehow. He’s out of luck because truth be told, you stopped listening ten minutes ago.

You loved his creativity and passion but sometimes, like right now, you just needed his love and affection and Jisung has been too busy to notice.

“How about a snack?” You ask, standing up to which your joints thank you joyfully.

Jisung mumbles a quick ‘yes’, granting you his attention for a split second before he’s back to his guitar, hunched over in concentration.

The house is empty except for you two, with Jisung’s roommate, Minho, away on a family trip. You’d never thought you’d miss his loud and over the top laughter but now, when your boyfriend was barely paying you any attention, its absence pains you. You never realized how lively Minho kept things around here – you need to show your appreciation when he returns.

You linger longer than necessary in the kitchen, preparing snacks and drinks for the both of you before shuffling back to Jisung’s room, thankful the door was left ajar with how full your hands have gotten.

The moment you step inside, Jisung’s head snaps up with the most endearing smile stretched across his face, glasses a little bit crooked. “Baby! I got it! Hear me out, please!”

His happiness lights up the room in such a way that almost blinds you, his smile contagious and making it hard to resist the urge to smother him with your love. Jisung has never given you a warning, for if you got one, you might’ve prepared yourself better before falling head over heels in love with him. Though, you can never prepare for these things. Love sneaks up on you the moment it finds an opening, when your guard is down and the last thing you expect is being hit by cupid’s arrow, right in the heart.

Looking back, you don’t think you ever stood a chance. You were doomed from the start, when Han Jisung walked in the room you were in, a few years ago, laughing loudly with the previously mentioned roommate. Your heart has been his ever since, the sound reeling it in and never releasing it.

He’s babbling on, excited, as you set the plates down on his dresses, making your way towards him with a newfound purpose. When you lean down to get his attention, he tilts his head up with a dazzling smile, still talking and oh so unsuspecting of your next move.

Without warning, you peck his lips, causing the words to die on his tongue as he freezes, reflexively kissing back the second time your lips meet even if his brain hasn’t caught up yet.

“Sorry,” you whisper against his lips, his mouth agape in surprise as you stare right into his hazy eyes, “you looked too adorable, I couldn’t help myself.”

The loud sound of the guitar tumbling out of his grasp startles you, and you look down in concern while Jisung doesn’t even seem to notice, too enthralled to care. Your kisses always had that effect on him, and he’s sure they’ll continue to do so no matter how many years pass. You had him wrapped around your little finger after all, the victim of the spell your love cast on him the moment he set eyes on you.

“Ji?” You shake his shoulder lightly before crouching down to return his guitar. “The song, baby?”

“What song?” Is the first thing he manages to let out, clearing his throat as he finally comes to.

You giggle, and that’s all it takes Jisung to set the guitar aside and pull you to him by your waist, cushioning your fall as you collapse onto him before his lips are on yours again, kissing you passionately.

For a moment there, he forgot his own name. How was he supposed to remember whatever song he came up with when you used your evil powers to steal all of his attention? Though, he supposes you can’t steal something that’s always been rightfully yours…

[jilixthinker]

birthday present

💗 jisung × fem!reader × felix

word count: 2.5k

warning: threesome, poly relationship, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!reader, mommy kink (as usual), heavy m×m, unprotected sex (both piv and anal), oral sex (f receiving), little cock play, facesitting, creampie

a/c: happy birthday to my love, my one and only, the joy of my life. this looked like the right occasion for a bit of a jilix sandwich. enjoy!!

please consider reblogging if you like my works!

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“Happy birthday angel.”

Jisung doesn’t even manage to close the door before being surrounded by the warm smell of apple and cinnamon. The scent lingers in the air, out of the semiclosed oven, flies all through the tiny living room to finally reach his nose.

“Did you bake for me?” he asks, a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Lix and I thought that it would be nice to let you have something before the actual present,” you smile in response, “happy birthday my love”, you repeat.

Jisung looks at you, eyes dropping to your bare thighs. “Is that my shirt?” he gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing from the movement.

“Uh, yes,” you nod, opening your arms and offering him a smirk. “Lixie’s wearing mine.”

Jisung giggles, wobbling closer to you and letting himself being wrapped into the space between your arms, abandoning his face in the crook of your neck.

“Which one?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone and sniffing the smell of your skin mixed with the detergent you use for the laundry. It’s almost sickeningly sweet, but he loves it.

“The pink fluffy sweater, the one with a v cut,” you whisper back on his hair, your arms bringing him as closer as you can and squishing him on your chest. “He’s all dolled up for you, looks like a cute little gift. Wanna see?”

Jisung giggles again, “Is he waiting?”

“We were both waiting, baby” you breathe softly against his forehead, placing a sweet kiss on the sweaty skin.

“Didn’t want to make you wait.”

“Don’t be sorry. You just know how he can get when he’s impatient.”

You take his right hand from behind your back and you bring it over your thigh, close to the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. “But I stopped him just in time. Didn’t want to unpack your present before you came.”

The innuendo isn’t lost in your tone, and Jisung grabs the plush meat of your thigh as a small sigh leaves his lips. His fingers find the fabric of your panties underneath and he cups you through the cotton.

“You’re wet” he mutters. His knuckles rub softly against your pussy, warm and damp even if the fabric is stopping him from feeling you properly.He moans quietly at the feeling.

“He was very needy,” you chuckle, pecking him on the full cheek this time, “I had to keep him from fucking the pillow” you explain while Jisung’s fingers keep brushing over your clothed folds. Your lips are sticky and hot under your panties, but the feeling of arousal is enough to keep him going. “But I’m not sure he’s not doing that right now that I left him unsupervised. Wanna check?”

His hand stutters to a stop and he nods feverishly against your shoulder. You give him another light peck on his nose and you start heading to your shared room. He follows you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind.

When you open the door, Felix is not humping the pillow as you feared. Instead, he’s waiting on the bed, soft blankets wrapped around his mid section. Your pink sweater is wrinkled and pushed up to let his nipples breathe. They’re red and a little raw from all the suckling you did to keep him waiting before.

“H-happy birthday, Sungie.” Felix’s voice is strained and weak. He probably cried a little in the few minutes you both weren’t with him.

“See, baby?” you whisper to Jisung. “Needy baby was waiting. See how pretty he looks for you, mh?”

Felix cheeks are pink and glittery, the shade of blush you used is a little too cool for his undertone, but he looks gorgeous nonetheless. His lips are glossy and plump from the lipgloss you used on him. The mascara is a little smudged around the corner of his eyes, and he looks like a sweet candy ready to be munched.

Jisung’s breathing becomes a little unsteady. “Lix, you - uh - you r-really look like a gift,” he murmurs, repeating your words from earlier.

Felix sighs and he lets the blanket fall off his body. “Mama prepped me,” he hiccups, parting his knees and planting his feet on the mattress. “Prepped me for you, she said… she said you’d want to fuck me for your b-birthday.”

Jisung’s gaze fixes on the center of Felix’s legs. His cock lays on his tummy, a thick layer of precum forming little pearls on his pubes. Knowing Felix, Jisung can bet he probably neglected it while you were stretching him open, and then rubbed the head raw with the palm of his hand just enough to make him squirmy without letting himself cum.

But the focus of his attention drops lower, when he sees a mess of lube and spit all over his puckered hole, and he imagines your slim fingers pumping the liquid inside of him, one, two, three digits at the same time, and then he was begging you to stop before he’d make a mess of himself.

“Uh - I, mama,” he writhes while turning his face to look at your eyes “can I? Can I really fuck Lixie?”

You smile softly, “Of course, baby. I prepped him real well for you. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

Jisung nods fervently and his eyes go back to Felix. “Since it’s my birthday…” he gulps, “can I have mama as well? Together with Lixie?”

Lixie moans at his words and his cock throbs against the soft line of his abs. Jisung’s glassy eyes don’t leave him for a single second.

“My baby can have everything he wants today. He’s been a good boy all year long. Isn’t it right, Lix?” you ask to your other boy.

Felix beams. “Sungie’s been a good boy,” is ready to admit, “b-best boy. He deserves both Lixie and mama.”

“That’s right” you confirm. Then your gaze finds Jisung again. “How do you want mama, baby? Want me to fuck you while you top Lixie?”

Jisung shivers again, his face is red and hot under your attention. He looks at you, eyes watery while he tries to talk you back, but words are difficult right now. He gulps, nuzzling his face back to the crook of your neck and he shakes his head.

“Wan’ mama’s pussy. Wanna eat” he slurs while his lips trace the line of your neck.

You hum and your hand travels down between his leg, cupping his cock through his jeans and bringing your other hand to caress his face as you slot your lips together. Jisung kisses are always sloppy and messy, because he likes them that way. You trace him with your tongue, forcing his lips open and licking the roof of his mouth. Jisung is already panting heavily, and you know that you have to stop teasing him, but it's hard, so hard to stop yourself when he looks so soft and pliant.

You keep running your tongue over his teeth until you hear Felix whining on the bed, feeling neglected.

“Hop on, baby. Go to Lixie” you order, pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. Jisung slowly nods. You can see his cock, hard and flushed, leaking on the fabric of his sweater. You coo at him, pushing him on the mattress where Felix is waiting for him with open arms.

“Sungie,” Felix cries as Jisung flops on top of him “missed you s’ much. Happy birthday. I love you - uhhh - love you a lot.”

You chuckle at your boys’ interaction and you pull down your own panties before crawling on the bed to join them, the fresh air hitting your aching core being both a teasing and a relief.

Jisung, eyes teary and lips already shiny with spit, shifts on the mattress until he finds himself in between Felix’s parted legs. He looks up to you, asking for permission, and you smile lovingly at him, bringing one hand to his hair and scratching his scalp while he grabs his knees and scoots until his groin is pressed against Felix’s.

“Oh,” he moans, “Lixie, you’re w-wet too”.

You nod at them while your fingers keep massaging Jisung’s nape.

“He’s so tight too, baby. Kept sucking my fingers in with his greedy little hole. He’s so warm, you’d believe you’re fucking a pussy instead.”

Felix wriggles and Jisung’s tip catches his slick rim. The action makes them moan in unison.

“How d’you wanna Felix, love?” you ask, sure that neither of your boys are actually capable of making the first move.

“C-can Lixie ride me, mama?” he asks you instead of the person concerned. “So… so you can sit on my face” he adds shyly.

Your eyes soften at his request, as he looks up to you from his position. He looks wrecked already, yelping and grinding lazily against the heath of Felix’s thighs when your fist suddenly grabs his shirt and you pull him back on the mattress.

A thin layer of sweat is covering his neck, and your fingers lace around his neck to keep him steady.

“You ready baby? Excited?" you ask as Jisung’s breathes come out all shaky and fast.

He nods at your words, and you wrap your hand around his cock, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and coaxing sweet moans from his mouth. You keep going for a minute, until you feel Felix’s chest against your back, his tiny arms wrapping around your waist.

“Can I ride him now, mama? H-hurts,” he sighs against your shirt, “wanna make Sungie feel good. And I’m so empty.”

You turn your face to kiss Felix’s pout out of his lips and you smile. “Go on, Lixie. Make our birthday boy feel how warm you are inside.”

Felix’s mouth wobbles with excitement as he returns the sweet peck on your lips before crawling back and positioning himself on top of Jisung.

“You’re gonna take us at the same time, Sungie. Is that okay?” you ask softly while you mimic Felix’s position on top of him.

“Please” Jisung moans as his hips buck into the air as you scoot over his chest, “please.”

You move until your legs are on either side of his head and you feel Felix taking your boy’s poor cock on his fist to bring it to his entrance.

Jisung groans at the feeling of his engorged tip sliding against Felix’s wet ring of muscles and at the sight of your sopping cunt just in front of his mouth, still out of touch.

“Ready?” you ask to both of them. You can feel your pussy dripping on Jisung’s chin and the moans he lets out are borderline desperate.

As soon as you feel Felix pushing down on Jisung’s cock, you lower yourself on his mouth. He already has his mouth open when you sit on his face, and the sound he makes while his tip breaches into Felix’s heath vibrates on your pussy, making you clench around his lips. The warmth of his tongue is heavenly, and you feel your limbs contracting and releasing soon after. Your hands find the way towards his hair, and you grab them as his tongue lap you at the center of your core.

“Oh my god,” you hear Felix moaning behind your back. Your head turns around just enough to see him already seated on Jisung’s pelvis, his tight balls bobbing over his stomach and tiny cock begging for attention.

“Is Sungie deep, sweetheart?” you ask, acting nonchalantly, but your breathing betrays you as Jisung moans and starts to properly lick you off, his spit and your slick making a mess on his face.

“Deep, mama,” Felix sighs and attempts a faint bounce, “I feel him in my t-tummy” he hiccups as a tear rolls over his cheek.

“Sungie’s cock is good, baby, I know,” you mutter as you start rocking yourself over his tongue. “I think he deserves to cum inside, doesn’t he?”

Jisung keens against your pussy at your words, almost frantic as he sucks your clit into his mouth, letting out the most obscene moans directly on you. The vibrations hit deliciously your core, and with the tip of his nose he manage to scoot a little lower to keep your folds open, his tongue finally finding your entrance and pushing deep into you.

“Fuck, Sungie. Our good boy, best boy. Always so good to us, uh?" you moan as he starts to alternate fat licks to open mouthed kisses to your cunt.

Felix’s uh uh uh behind your back let you know that he started to fuck himself on Jisung’s cock. His little bounces make his body tremble under you.

Jisung keeps pushing his tongue into your warm walls, arousal gushing out of your pussy and covering him up to his chin. His eyes are closed and his face red for the lack of oxygen, but he’d prefer to die than to stop what he’s doing.

You let him have his way for a couple of minutes, enjoying the weight of his pussy on his mouth, and all the pretty sounds he is letting out of his lips. When you feel yourself getting too close, you pull a few strands of his hair, and Jisung detaches his wet lips from you with a loud pop, opening his eyes. When he sees your cunt pulsing out some of his spit, he whines and goes back in, sucking wetly at your core and moaning against your entrance.

“Please, mama, p-please,” he cries, “so good. Lixie’s hole’s good, cunt’s good. ‘m about to - oh” he gulps when Felix’s bounces become faster and desperate, “think ‘m about to cum.”

Your arms reach behind, gripping his hips to help him fuck deeper into Felix, but Jisung is so dazzled that he just sighs into your cunt and push himself into him messily, his pace all trembling and sloppy.

“Lixie, love” you hum at the boy, “Sungie’s cannot hold it anymore. Are you close?”

Felix nods as Jisung’s cock pushed roughly into his rim, in and out, in and out. “Close too, m-mama” he whines.

“Make yourself come, then. Sungie’s stomach will be so pretty all covered with your cum” you allow him.

Felix’s hand wraps around his pink cock as you finish talking, and he tugs at it harshly. Jisung shivers under you and his thrusts begin to falter.

“I’m close as well, baby” you whisper to him, your hips rocking over his tongue, “just suck on me a little and - ah - yes, like this. Fuck.”

Jisung’s lips close around your clit and he starts sucking with a vigor, the tip of his tongue occasionally brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sending you electric tingles all through your spine.

Felix is the first to cum, his delicious moans filling the room as he shoots his release on Jisung’s tummy, as predicted, and on the small of your back.

The next one is Jisung, hips stiffing and cock nestled into Felix, a long cry echoing and his tongue moving frantically on you.

And then, seconds after, when Jisung laps one last time on your clit, your orgasm washes over you as well, a gush of your climax covering his blissed face.

As the three of you catch your breath, you feel Jisung giggling under you, and his laugh spreads through his body, making him wriggle.

“Best birthday present ever.”

©️jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[minki-moo]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

a/n ♡ omg bias 3/3 >-< my pookie bear i love him sm (i was also projecting heavily im sorry)

tags ♡ fluff, bf!jisung, smut, praise kink, dom!jisung, sub!jisung, mentions of nipple play, oral (f.receiving), mentions of breeding, mentions of pussy drunk!jisung, edging, cockwarming, reader calls jisung "good boy" rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!jisung who loves telling you stories as much as he loves hearing them from you

best friend!jisung who will give you ever compliment to ever exist until you're extremely flustered

best friend!jisung who send you a playlist of songs he thinks you'll like

best friend!jisung who shows you his song before anyone else, because he values your opinion the most

best friend!jisung who will take you out to dinner after a stressful day

best friend!jisung who will talk shit about ever guy who broke your heart with you to help cheer you up

"best friend!jisung" who confessed to you spontaneously after a night of drinking at you place, and was so embarrassed and upset with himself in the morning that he had to redo it properly

boyfriend!jisung who calls you every morning just to hear your voice

boyfriend!jisung who thinks nap dates are supreme

boyfriend!jisung who turns into a whiny mess whenever you tease him

boyfriend!jisung who is OBSESSED with your tits, touching and sucking on them whenever he gets the chance

boyfriend!jisung who begs you to let him cum, only to have you edge him until he's on the brink of tears

boyfriend!jisung who's had it with all your teasing, and fucks you from behind until you're screaming as you cum on his cock

boyfriend!jisung who loves it when you praise him, calling him your good boy while he eats you out

boyfriend!jisung who will tell you how good your pussy feels around him as he presses into you, desperate to fill you up with his cum

boyfriend!jisung who becomes an incoherent babbling mess when he's about to cum, completely pussy drunk

boyfriend!jisung who likes falling asleep with him cock still inside you, because he never want to be apart from you

[seren1tyhaze]

poison in my mind

PAIRING: idol!jisung x afab older stylist reader

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SUMMARY: he has been your poison for years - Jisung with his innocent looking face, steely gaze, and wicked tongue. you do your best to keep a professional relationship with him during your work as a stylist for NCT Dream but his calls of "Noona" on set continue to test your patience.

AUTHOR NOTE: A VERY belated happy birthday to Andy Park and a big thank you to SM for letting us have that Poison live performance at the end of the year. This has been half written ever since the Poison track video behind vlog went up a million years ago but fueled even more by the dance intro at MMA. His more recent lives may have also served as inspiration. I hope you all enjoy this very self indulgent fic made especially for all my friends who also love Jisung <3

WARNINGS: explicit smut, idolverse, pet names (including Noona kink I'm so sorry)

PLAYLIST: Poison by NCT Dream, Quiet Down by NCT Dream, OK! by NCT U

dreaming 'bout you, dreaming 'bout you

~~ The set is buzzing with nervous energy in the dimly lit space, dark blue light cascading over the stage area dressed with large floral arrangements that almost make it look like the ocean floor. Renjun is talking to the camera filming their behind vlog footage and you look up from the shirt you are steaming when you hear his voice. 

“Dream will try for the sexy vibe for the first time,” with a sly smirk.

You can’t help but chuckle as the makeup artist next to you elbows your side and you tut at her, waving the steamer to quiet her. It wasn’t a secret that the Poison track video was going to be beloved by fans because of the concept and the way the members were styled. You had been tasked with pulling some of the key looks for the video, taking an opportunity to incorporate different textures like the metal grommets and fringe on the leather jacket Renjun currently was wearing. You watch proudly as he stretches his arms over his head in the center of the flowers, torso muscles rippling under the sheer mesh shirt.

You hadn’t been on staff for very long, a couple years of working under the main stylist under your belt. They had been hesitant to give you bigger opportunities due to your young age and lack of experience, but your boss saw that you had a great eye. It didn’t hurt that you were always the first one to volunteer for less than desirable tasks and always arrived early to shoots and stayed late.

“Sorry, this one’s a little too small, did you have others?” comes a voice behind you and you turn to see Mark, holding out one of the large metal rings you had laid out for him in his dressing room.

“Oh sorry, yes, of course,” you reply, smiling softly at him before kneeling down to dig in your bag for the small pouch holding the extra accessories. He was always so polite to the staff, greeting everyone and even when he was clearly exhausted, doing as many takes as the director needed.

“This one might work better and it’s adjustable,” you reply, taking his hand and sliding the ring on his pointer finger. You squeeze his hand gently before he inspects the rings, holding it out in front of him.

“Noona,” comes a harsh and low voice suddenly, causing you to move your head to the side of Mark’s leather clad legs to see an annoyed looking Jisung with crossed arms, shirtless and barefoot.

“Jisung, where is your shirt?” Mark replies, half laughing as he turns to face him, scratching at the back of his neck.

Ignoring him, Jisung returns his gaze to you and glares at your crouched position on the floor in front of Mark. A curious Renjun walks up at this moment, peeling a tangerine and flicking narrowed eyes between the three of you. Mark shrugs at him before walking away, answering a message on his phone.

“You tailored the crotch of these pants wrong, it feels weird,” Jisung continues, voice even and tinged with frustration.

Your face flushes at this, dropping the pouch back in your bag and grabbing your pins, suddenly on your feet and in front of Jisung.

“How do you know it’s wrong?” you ask, knitting your brows together as you look up at him. 

He looks good and you know he knows it. Something has shifted in Jisung in the past year - especially since they returned from tour. He carries himself differently, with a different level of confidence and wears it well. Today is no different and the fact that he just barged onto set without a shirt on is evidence. His dark blue hair is styled perfectly, long strands dangling in his eyes and contrasting beautifully with his sharp jawline.

“Here, feel,” he tells you simply, pulling your hand to his crotch and you almost let yourself palm him through the tight denim until you snap back to reality and pull your arm back. His eyes hold no emotion, dark and still, long eyelashes blinking at you temptingly. His lips are soft and plump and you want nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you and taste the glossy lip mask.

And there it is, your poison, Park Jisung. When you had graduated early from your program a few years ago, you had been focused on your career and hadn’t spent much time dating. You had some people you went out on dates with every once and a while and had your fair share of waking up in a stranger’s bed after a long night out. But Jisung had caught you by surprise. Something about the way he was so forward and aggressive with you made your brain turn to mush around him. Your heartbeat would quicken, palms sweat, and filthy thoughts would swirl in your mind until you could indulge in them with your hand pressed between your thighs later that night.

A heavy sigh comes from Renjun, accompanied by a shake of his head, as he walks out a nearby door muttering something about not wanting to see Jisung’s dick.

You flush violently, grabbing at Jisung’s bicep harshly and pulling him to his dressing room, leaving the door propped open intentionally as you take the layered black tank off the hanger and hold it out to him.

“Please put the rest of your outfit on, I think they are going to be ready for you soon,” you sigh as soon as you’re alone, reaching for the box that holds the platform boots you were reusing from a shoot with Haechan a couple months prior.

You both move silently as he pulls the shirt over his head, staring at the long leather cords before lifting his head back up to you. You move behind him, reaching over his broad shoulders to pull the leather cords around his neck and then letting the ends dangle in front of his toned chest. You try to avoid brushing your hands against his bare shoulders as he steps into the boots and ignore that his ass brushes against your stomach when he bends down slightly to zip them up.

“I just don’t know about these pants, are they the right length?” he asks, tugging at the material at his thighs. His tone is whining and defiant, lighter than how he was in front of everyone, but still slightly combative. He knows you’re weak for this very tone, as he can usually get you to do whatever he wants if he just adds it into whatever he says.

You sigh and move around him, dropping to your knees at his feet, slapping his hand away from pulling at the fabric. You pull the pants leg out of his left boot, pulling lightly and examining the hemline. You’re about to correct him when you suddenly feel his hand soft on your hair.

“You look so good from this angle,” he murmurs, voice low and sultry, causing you to jerk your head up and look at him from the floor.

Your lower lip is instantly caught in your teeth, sinking into the flesh deeply as you try to control your breathing, unable to stop yourself from blinking up at him. You feel drawn into his dark eyes and his hand in your hair is almost overwhelming.

He lets out a groan, tightening his fingertips on your scalp, exhaling audibly and clenching his other hand into a fist at his side.

“What am I going to do with you,” he tuts, dropping his hand to your chin and gripping it gently.

You rise from your knees, glancing at the open door just as Jaemin bounces by, screaming at something Haechan is doing. Suddenly aware of where you are, you step forward, adjusting the cords aimlessly.

“What happened to my sweet, innocent Jisung?” you whisper, staring at the soft skin of his collarbone and wishing you could press your lips against it forever.

“Don’t act surprised. You created this monster, Noona, dressing me in all these sexy outfits. How could you think I would stay your bright eyed baby Sungie forever?” he asks back, tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear. His words are biting, even if they do hold some truth.

Memories of him dozing off on your shoulder during long bus rides and hastily helping him into heavy jackets and necklaces during quick changes on tour come flooding in, mixed with the heavy, lustful stares you feel on you when you wear a low cut shirt or on hot summer days in Thailand when you wore thin athletic shorts in the airport.

He had kissed your lips gently a year ago after many bottles of soju and when the rest of the members were preoccupied by endless rounds of karaoke. You had stopped him then, told him that as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Ever since that moment, he had made every effort to get you alone when he could, using every excuse under the sun, today’s outburst nothing new. You still remember how soft his lips felt on yours and the fire under your arm as he held you close after you rejected him.

Back on set, you’re packing up your bag again when you’re called over to check something on the computer from Jeno’s scenes. You give your feedback and suddenly your eyes are drawn up to where Jisung is filming, camera close to his face, light illuminating his beautiful features perfectly.

“Dreaming ‘bout you, dreaming ‘bout you,” echoes across the large soundstage and your heart is pounding in your chest as he plays with the cords at his neck, just as you had earlier, chests pressed up against each other in the dressing room. He makes eye contact with you briefly when the take ends and you look away quickly, embarrassed.

While you had been released to go for the day, you take your time packing the rest of your stuff, helping the makeup artists clean their station and even rearranging some chairs that barely needed adjustment. You watch the way he moves confidently, take after take, adjusting the jacket so his shoulders show boldly against the dark material. His fingers brush through the cords, pulling them up to his teeth at times before dropping them, leaving plump lips open before cracking a large smile at the reaction of the staff. In between takes he shakes his dark hair, casting his gaze down to the floor until someone asks him a question. You watch as he smiles and winks at the makeup artist powdering his cheek and you feel nervous energy stir in your stomach. You can’t bear to watch much more, so you slip out when he isn’t looking in your direction.

When you finally are home, feet pushed into fluffy slippers and sipping on steaming green tea you had just prepared, you peel the sheet mask off and rub the remaining serum into your cheeks and forehead. You are flipping through a magazine your coworker had given you on set, paying attention to the tabbed pages they had flagged for inspiration when your phone buzzes on the table next to you. A message from the head stylist fills your screen as you tap into it.

Jisung left his street shoes at set, did you take them home? He said he “needs them” for tomorrow. 

You sigh and go to the shoebox by your door to find his Nike sneakers tucked neatly, laces wrapped nicely. You quickly reply to your boss, saying you don’t mind bringing them to the dorm since you know the managers had a late night meeting tonight. Running a brush through your hair, you dot some perfume on your wrists and behind your ear before grabbing your keys.

You fiddle with the edge of your oversized sweater in the elevator as you climb the floors to his dorm, feeling a nervous pit grow in your stomach. Finally outside, you knock quickly before dropping it down to hold the box with both hands.

The door swings open and Jisung is standing tall in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, hair damp. A dark zip-up hoodie covers his chest and it’s unzipped just enough that you can tell he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath. You can’t help but let your mind wander back to shirtless Jisung pulling your hand to his crotch earlier and wonder if he was just lounging in his room in the sweatpants. Or worse, just his boxers.

“Hi baby,” he slurs out, lips curving up at the edge into a mischievous smile as he props his arm up on the door, leaning down as if he might kiss you. His sweatshirt hikes up on his waist when he does this, revealing a large swath of skin.

You shove the box at him, pushing him back into the room with it, letting it drop into his hands. You fling your bag on the table near the door and step out of your shoes.

“Don’t hi baby me, Park Jisung. I know you left these there so you could see me tonight. Did it really take you multiple hours to realize you weren’t wearing the shoes you came in?” you reply with a huff, picking up a sealed water bottle on the kitchen counter and taking a long sip.

Sweat is pricking at your hairline and you are starting to regret not texting one of the assistant managers or drivers to come get the shoes instead.

Jisung chuckles and sets the shoebox on a chair, reaching out to take the water bottle from you and gulping down the rest.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he replies, leaving heavy emphasis on the pet name, stepping closer to you and wrapping strong arms around your waist, thumbs instantly finding the hem of your sweater and travelling across your lower back.

You can’t help how your body reacts to his touch, feeling your chest meet his, nipples hardening under the knit fabric now tugged down and exposing your cleavage. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to speak, looking up at him through your eyelashes for the second time today.

“Come on, I’m catching up on our show,” he says softly, lips grazing across your cheek gently. You had been watching the same show for the past few months, texting each other during episodes here and there, and chatting about it whenever you saw each other. He had complained none of the other members would watch it with him and while you would never let him know this, you had lied and said you were also planning to watch it.

Against your better judgement, you let him guide you to his small room, where his large tv is paused on the latest episode of the space docuseries.

“Oh, I haven’t watched this one yet,” you admit, dropping down to sit at the edge of his bed.

He clicks to restart the episode and unzips the sweatshirt, moving to remove it and reveal his bare chest.

“Jisung,” you say sternly and he chuckles, zipping it back up halfway, and plopping down on the bed next to you. He pulls the hood up over his dark hair for good measure before propping himself up against the pillows he has leaned against the wall. You settle back, leaving some space between the two of you and pulling a hamster plushie into your lap to nervously fiddle with.

While your eyes had started to get heavy back at your apartment, you are now wired, your body coursing with electricity and hypersensitive to every movement from the man next to you. He reaches for his phone occasionally, letting out light chuckles at messages from Chenle and even daring to post a couple Bubble messages. You thank whatever higher power exists that your phone was still tucked in your bag at the door, so he didn’t see yours light up when he sent the message. It was a drunken guilty pleasure you had indulged in and ever since receiving the first message tailored with your name, you couldn’t stop yourself from renewing the subscription.

His legs keep brushing against yours when he readjusts his position on the bed and somehow has gotten so close that his shoulder is now brushing against yours. You try to shift away, but he only closes the distance again when you do so. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re having a difficult time focusing on the show.

Suddenly the screen is filled with bright colors as they depict beautiful graphics of what scientists imagine the birth of a star looks like and a gasp falls from your lips as you lean forward, eyes flickering across the screen to take in the beautiful scene.

“You’re so pretty when you nerd out over this stuff,” comes his low voice, suddenly close to your ear, hand resting in the middle of your back.

You lean back in reaction, trapping his arm between you and the pillow, turning slightly to face him.

“Coming from NASA’s number one stan, please,” you reply lightly, shoving the plushie at him playfully. You let a chuckle fall from your lips and shake your head lightly, causing your hair to cascade over your shoulders.

He grabs at it and throws it off the edge of the bed, hands suddenly tight on your hips and pulling you into his lap, possessively gripping your ass as you straddle his legs. 

Your lips drop open in surprise, both of you breathing heavy at the sudden movement. You feel your responsible self tapping your shoulder but finally decide to let the years of desire bubble to the surface and propel your lips to close the gap with his.

You move your lips across his gently, resisting the urge to push your tongue out immediately or bite down on his lower lip. He tightens his grip on you in response, pushing his crotch up to meet yours. You swear you can feel him through his pants which only makes you want him more.

He pulls away, taking your cheek in his other hand and looking between your eyes as if searching for some sort of silent answer to a silent question. You can almost see his own voice of reason forcing him to pause, if only for a moment.

“You ready to deal with the consequences of that monster you created, Noona?” he asks in a devastatingly low tone before moving his lips down to mouth at your chest, pushing the knit fabric to the side to bite at your shoulder.

A sigh falls from your lips as you let your head roll back, entire body on fire as he marks the skin at your neck, teeth sharp on your skin. You can’t help as your hands slide over the zipper of his hoodie and unzip it slowly, pushing the fabric down his shoulders to expose his toned chest. Running your hands over his hard muscles, you dig your fingernails gently, eliciting a deep groan from Jisung.

“Babyyy,” he sighs out, sliding his hand up to your throat and applying pressure there, pulling you forward to meet your lips again. The kiss is more urgent this time, tongue pressing deep into your mouth and hand gripping you tighter as he continues.

You let your hands slide down his torso, running over his abs and sliding them to his back to pull yourself closer to him. Before you can pull yourself fully flush against his chest, you are being flipped over, head falling back into the pillowy surface.

“Are you sure about this,” you ask, voice wavering despite every intention you had to form a confident question. Your eyes are flicking between his dark ones, as they had many times before, but suddenly holding so much more meaning in this intimate space.

“Are you not?” he asks back, head cocking lightly to the side, thumbs never stopping the circles they are rubbing into your hip bones.

“That’s not an answer,” you quip back, grabbing onto his hands to force him to focus. Unfortunately for you, it did the exact opposite.

You pull your eyes away from his, looking at your hands now pressed up against each other against the comforter. Your hand looks tiny next to his, his fingers could almost wrap fully around the tops of yours and that makes your mind fuzzy. You pulse your fingers, stretching them along his, feeling the length of them and how hot they are to the touch.

“Noona,” he calls, not as harsh and biting as on set, but still drawing you back to reality quickly.

His voice finally softens as he sees your watery blinking eyes, overstimulation creeping up on you before you’ve done much more than make out. He drops his thumb down the side of your face, caressing the space between your ear lobe and jaw tenderly. You want to look away, you want to push up and capture his lips in yours, you want to pull that stupid hamster plushie over your face and hide your burning cheeks.

“You know, I want it, I like,” he states, as if that is a full sentence other than in the context of the song they were filming with all day. His lips turn up in a small, shy smile at the end, showing a glimpse of that quiet boy you’ve always known and your heart settles a little in your chest. You nod rapidly a few times, sinking your nails into the palm of his hand and letting your eyes flutter shut.

His lips are on yours again quickly and that wicked hand that was just caressing your skin is now tightening around your neck again, which forces you up into an arch on the bed, pressing your lower body against his hardening cock. His tongue feels hot and wet in your mouth and you can’t help the moans that are escaping every time you have to pull back for air.

He sits up, straddling either side of your legs, tugging at your shirt and you manage to sit halfway up on your elbows, almost tearing the delicate fabric of your sweater as you rip it off, fumbling with the clasp of your bra as Jisung’s mouth is suddenly latched onto your neck, dropping heated kisses down your collarbone.

He sees you struggling and simply presses a strong thumb to the clasp, letting the cotton fabric slide off your arms and he tosses it clear across the room. This draws your attention to the door, which you realize now is cracked and you pray to every higher power that Renjun isn’t home.

“Hey, eyes on me,” comes the low voice above you again and you’re drawn back in, tuning out the distractions around you. He seems more amused than annoyed, which you have to appreciate given how long you’ve both waited for this exact moment.

Jisung makes quick work of removing his pants and boxers, reaching for a condom from his nightstand as you push down your own sweats, pausing at the thin band of your underwear. He sees you, dropping the foil packet to the bed and dips his head down, teeth dragging the elastic quickly, causing you to jump and let out a giggle.

“SUNG!” you yell weakly, trying to push his dark blue locks away as he continues to drag the dampened fabric down your legs.

He somehow manages to do it pretty easily, without getting too caught up on your knees or thighs, only struggling once he’s at your ankles and ripping them off with his hand, letting them drop to the floor with your bra.

He simply shrugs at you, a smile tugging at his mouth as he smooths those huge hands over your thighs, kneading the flesh there, eyes transfixed on your naked body. Your whole body is on fire and you silently beg for him to get on with it, even as it looks like he is about to swallow you whole.

A creeping monster your in your brain tells you you should feel more self conscious with him seeing you like this, despite both being equally exposed, realizing how many times you’ve seen him half clothed or even less. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he reaches up, covering your breast easily with his hand, thumb teasing your nipple absently. Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t help but hold your breath as pleasure begins to flood through your body. 

You beg your own gaze not to lower, not ready to see the size of him fully hard. You’ve unfortunately seen almost all the members’ dicks but usually in quick, embarrassed, accidental glimpses. Well, except for that one time Jaemin was literally helicopter swinging it around in the dressing room when you walked in with a tray of iced americanos. Both him and Jeno couldn’t speak to you for two weeks while Chenle continued to bring it up every chance he could, even mimicking the motion during sound check at their next stop.

You are startled at the sound of him tearing the condom wrapper, rolling it quickly on and leaning back down, face inches from yours as he cups the side of your face again. You instinctively nuzzle lightly into his hand at the contact, letting your eyes flutter shut as you draw your lips to his hand, smelling faintly of the lube from the condom. You kiss in between his thumb and forefinger lightly and before you know it, he’s slipping his thumb in between your spit covered lips, pad of his finger gently pressing against your tongue.

You gasp but drag your eyes lazily to meet his, knowing your own hunger is visible now not only in your gaze but also in the eager sucking of your lips.

He groans, taking the chance to push into you and you swear you see stars. Your eyes widen but pull his thumb further into your mouth, teeth grazing across the tip of his finger erratically as your hips buck up to pull him impossibly close.

Jisung’s eyes are fluttering shut, thumb dropping from your lips, now flushed red with teeth marks and slick with spit, sliding down to clutch your throat once again. Your own hand flies to your chest, groping at yourself, desperate for something to hold onto as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

He’s quiet, but with deep and passionate groans tumbling from his lips every once and a while. You watch as sweat begins to form at his hairline, perfect face beautiful in the dim light of his room, quiet music floating from his tv’s speakers as the episode is long forgotten and scrolling through the credits screen endlessly. Each noise that bubbles up from his chest equally soothes and paralyzes you, your own personal brand of poison seeping coldly through your veins. Your lips are perpetually hung open, mouth becoming so dry you can barely squeak out your own moans.

You feel your orgasm building suddenly after a particularly strong thrust and you swallow harshly, moving to speak to alert him. He doesn’t need any warning, reaching down to throw your leg over his shoulder and angle his lower body to perfectly hit that same spot over and over.

In seconds the poison is washing over you, lapping first at your feet like waves at the shore, nearly knocking you out as you float high above yourself, almost feeling like you’re having an out of body experience. Your chest is heaving as he slows his movements, as if he’s going to pull out. 

A confused look forms on your face, head cocking to the side as you grip his arm, shaking your head wildly. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck and you feel too hot on his plush bedding, but that isn’t reason to stop.

“Wait…what about…” you ask, confused, knowing he hasn’t come. Your eyes flick to the door again, wondering if he’s heard something while you were swimming a galaxy of bliss post orgasm.

He smiles at you, sliding out slowly and disposing of the condom quickly. He walks back over and takes your hand, bringing you to rise on shaky legs, standing naked beside his bed as he takes both your cheeks in his hands and kisses you deeply on the lips.

“I was thinking it would be better to continue what we started on set,” he purrs against you when he finishes ravaging your swollen lips.

A mischievous look forms in your eyes and you drop your hand to his stiff cock, giving it a few experimental pumps with the mix of lube and pre cum.

“Oh yeah?” is all you can reply, sinking slowly to your knees, still managing to tease him at this moment. You drop your hands to let them rest at your thighs, pressed together in an attempt to cool the burning heat still there.

He hisses out as soon as he can see you below him, bicep flexing as he runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head in feigned annoyance. His lids are heavy and all you can see are the whites of his eyes as they roll up in ecstasy.

You run your hands up your body, fingering the side of your neck and then tangling your fingers in your own hair seductively, never looking away from the man standing above you.

“Show me how good you can be for me, Noona,” he grunts out suddenly, gripping your chin way tighter than he had in the dressing room earlier. You grit your teeth but try to keep your face even as he tilts your head lightly, as if studying your face.

You gulp audibly and take him in your hands, finally faced with what you already knew was going to be stretching your cheeks as you were definitely going to struggle fitting him in your small mouth.

You tongue at his slit teasing it gently before sucking at the tip, letting it rest in your open mouth, eyes flicked up at him menacingly. You can tell from the look in Jisung’s eyes that he is dying to ram his cock down your throat but is trying so hard to let you set the pace.

Without any warning, you're sliding him further and further into your mouth, hands massaging his smooth calves to ground you. He’s getting louder now and one of his hands is playing in your hair, every once and a while gripping it tighter.

It only takes a few gentle thrusts till his voice becomes more strained and he’s tapping you on the head as a poor attempt of warning you he’s close. You resolve to let him spill into your mouth, but as soon as he comes the sudden movement causes most of the mess to land on your cheek and shoulder.

His loud exclamation of his pet name for you still ringing in the air, his hand loosens in your hair and you’re on your feet, hands settling on his broad chest, a hazy look of satisfaction on your face.

He seems mesmerised by you covered in his cum and draws a thumb up to that same spot between your ear and jaw, sliding it down and through the mess he made on your face. It’s as if everything’s moving in slow motion as your bottom lip drops open without a word and he slides his thumb into welcoming lips. You taste him, all of him, as he watches you suckle on the digit and blush form on your cheeks under the shine of your skin.

“Fucking filthy baby,” he whispers out, yanking you towards him as he sits on the edge of his bed and lifts you into his lap. 

You can feel him harden under you and feel yourself warm up as his cock brushes against your core. You grind down on his lap which is met by him only gripping your waist tighter and landing a light smack on your ass. You grin at this and lean forward to kiss him, pushing your tongue greedily into his mouth.

“Already wanting more?” he asks with a mild mocking tone when you pull back, breathless and red in the face. He’s fully groping your ass at this point, massaging your cheeks with his fingers and pressing his palms into the thick flesh there.

You nod aggressively as you grind down on his cock again, spreading your thighs a bit more for better leverage. You want nothing more than for him to slide his bare cock into you right here and let you ride him through multiple orgasms, your tits bouncing right at eye level as he groans into your mouth through open mouthed kisses.

He merely laughs, pulling you out of your fantasy and reaches awkwardly for another condom, hand firmly keeping you in place.

“As much as I want what you want right now baby, let’s make sure there’s no-“ he starts out, rolling the condom on with shaky hands.

“SUNG, PLEASE!” you yell, clasping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

Even in the midst of it all, all the lustful years leading up to this moment, all the hidden glances and late night drunken thoughts, he is still your poison. Something that worms its way into your mind, into your heart. Normally, you wouldn’t even imagine being this close to someone without protection but somehow, Jisung does something to you that makes you want to be reckless. You want to be reckless with your heart, let it be swallowed whole by him. You want to throw your body on him, let him tear you down and degrade you and use you. You want to give him everything and every bit of love you can offer. You think you can see the two of you growing old together, sitting quietly in a park watching your grandchildren play together in the distance.

But you see, that’s the problem with poison. It gets in your veins, in your lungs, in your heart and slowly sweeps and finally, finally tears you down. You float high above yourself again, seeing stars as Jisung releases into the condom and his head falls against your chest. You are both quiet and unsure of what comes next. The poison of this night will wear off soon and reality will set in, leaving you only the memories of this night to return to in your dreams.

~~

[hyunsvngs]

obsessed with han jisung's hands lately omg...

idk if your hard thoughts are open but ive been thinking sm about bf!jisung finding out that reader has a hand fetish ... omg.

"i think your ass is my favourite part of you."

jisung's voice is muffled, but you can make it out. he's got his cheek smushed against your asscheek and his hand is steadily kneading the other one. when he grips a little too hard you squeal, and he pats over the flesh soothingly.

"c'mon, come cuddle," he murmurs, sliding in behind you. jisung's a touchy boy, and you don't react when one arm slips around you and he smothers himself in your hair, inhaling deeply.

you can't help yourself but to laugh. "sorry, sungie, but really? my ass? you couldn't say, like, my eyes or something?"

"i love every part of you, baby," he chirps, kissing the back of your head. "i'm sure you have a part of me you're a little obsessed with too."

you browse your mind. all of a sudden, without even really putting thought into it, you're riddled with flashbacks of jisung's fingers. the way his rings cling to the bony knuckles, the way his digits wrap around your throat when you have sex, the way his fingers thrust into you deep and so hard it has you writhing...

"i guess your hands."

moving his fingers on your waist, he turns you towards him, a wide grin on his face. you lick over your bottom lip subconsciously, eyes trained on his fingers, and jisung positively giggles, loving your reaction. "woah! really, baby? my baby, really? you do?"

"yeah, i like- i like them, so," you murmur, eyes fixated on his fingers. his hands really are pretty - slender, not too big, and his knuckles are always adorned in silver rings that accent his honey skin so beautifully. his fingernails are sometimes painted, and they are today - black gel adorning each one. you shift against the sheets and jisung hums, wiggling closer to you to press his nose against your neck.

"want me to touch you with them, baby? i wanna touch you," he doesn't let you reply, hands moving to brush over the front of your shirt. you let your legs fall apart desperately, already feeling the way your cotton panties have started to stick against your folds from only his hands touching you. "i wanna touch your- your pussy. god, are you wet? fuck, baby, are you wet right now?"

"mm, probably," you respond, chest heaving. he's started to fiddle with the band of your panties, and when he scrapes his fingernail over the hem you writhe in anticipation. "i'm always wet around you."

"eek! okay! okay, don't say that, i'll- i'll cum," he whines, hips shifting behind you, and his fingers finally dip into your waistband. you are wet, folds slick with your arousal and clit swollen above your hole. jisung fiddles with it, his fingertips pinching and rubbing your clit meanly. you can't help but focus on it, eyes narrowed and gaze directly set on the way his fingers slide around your pussy beneath your trousers.

"fuck, that's so hot, jisungie..."

"yeah? you like it? mm, come here," he mumbles, and then he's wrapping his other hand around your throat. "jisungie will make you feel good, baby, i promise."

[victorbutnotreally]

OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE

i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)

smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.

(bonus points if mn knows han as well)

OMG - Han Jisung x Male Reader

A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun.

warnings: slight swearing

blue {} - han purple {} - Mn

{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.

"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.

"I'll ask!"

When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }

{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }

{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?

He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }

{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.

He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}

{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }

{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }

At the Paris Fashion Week

{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}

{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}

"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.

"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."

"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?

Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Care for a selfie?"

"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.

A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #17: NCT Mark asks you if Jisung can touch your boob

Member: NCT Mark & Jisung

Content: Innocent Jisung gets to feel your boob

Type: VANILLA/NO SEX

Word Count: 1031

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

You're in the kitchen making a sandwich when Mark, your boyfriend, peaks his head inside. “Hey babe?” he says seriously.

“Yeah?” you ask without turning to look at him.

“Can Jisung touch your boob?”

You laugh at the silly question. What the hell is that man up to now? You drop your knife and turn to glare at him.

“What?”

“Can Jisung touch your boob?”

“I heard you the first time. Why the hell are you asking me that?”

Your laughter is contagious and Mark can't help but laugh too. He knows the question is weird and he asked it out of context on purpose, to play with you. Now, he steps forward in the doorway to signal the gravity of the matter.

“We learned yesterday that Jisung is still a virgin.”

Your laughter stops and your expression turns to suspicion. “Okaaay?”

“He has never touched a boob.”

“And you want me to help with that?”

“Yes. He's my friend and his youth was sort of stolen from him.”

“You were a virgin too when you joined SM though.”

Mark smirks. “Yeah, and look at how you helped me.” He gives you a wink.

“That's different! We're a couple. I'm not your friend's sex toy.”

“Noo, it wouldn't be like that at all. I just want him to touch it once, over your shirt, for like a second or so.”

The laughter returns. “You're nuts!”

But Mark appears dead serious. “I'll be watching the whole time.”

“And that's supposed to make it better?”

“Pretty pleease, I really wanna do this for him.”

“No way!”

Mark suddenly turns around and walks away. He disappears out the door, leaving you stunned and confused by the kitchen counter. He returns in the door frame only seconds later.

Beside him, Jisung. Mark is pulling the boy by the arm, as if presenting him to you.

Jisung has his face angled toward the floor, but he's glancing at you with puppy eyes and pouting with his lips.

“Just look at this poor man,” Mark says. “Tewnty-one years old and he's never even been near a woman.”

“Lies!” you say and laugh out loud. “He kissed my friend at a party, remember? And I know she wasn't the first.”

“Fine, he did. But that's all he's ever done.”

“No,” you say sternly. “These babies are for your hands only.”

“Pretty pleeeease babe. Just look at his sad face. He desperately wants to know what it feels like.”

“Not really though,” Jisung mutters and smirks at his friend's silly antics.

“Shhh,” Mark whispers. “Babe, I'm serious. I'm okay with it, and I know you don't mind either. Besides, remember what you promised me last night?”

Another outburst of laughter from you. “This is not what I meant! Not even close.”

“Yeah, but a promise is a promise.”

“Sometimes I wonder how the hell your mind works. So clever, yet it's like you're from another planet.”

Mark smiles naughtily. “You love that about me though.”

You think for a second, while crossing your arms and leaning your back against the counter.

“Jisung, you wanna touch a boob?”

The poor boy is standing awkwardly beside his friend, exposed and put on the spot. He avoids eye contact with you, but nods slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“I'm sorry, what's that?” you ask and cup a hand around your ear.

“Yes,” Jisung says a little louder.

Now you're the one teasing the boys. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to touch a boob.”

You're done thinking. Mark is crazy but funny. Jisung is adorable, and your friend too. What harm could it do? You decide to grant him his wish and make them both happy.

Mark notices the change in you and smiles wide. He gives Jisung a little push, while you step away from the counter and walk toward them.

You stop right in front of the boys. Mark keeps smiling at you. Jisung keeps his head lowered, but to tease him you position your chest directly in his line of sight.

“Go ahead,” you say softly.

Jisung quickly looks up. He seems bewildered, and even more put on the spot.

“Do it,” Mark encourages him. “It's okay.”

“You sure?” Jisung asks and finally looks you in the eye.

“Yeah,” you say. “Why not?”

Mark gently takes Jisung's wrist and lifts it. Half way up toward your breasts, he lets go and Jisung slowly and awkwardly continues on his own.

His eyes are staring right at the target. He hesitates, so you move a little closer. His fingers brush against your shirt, until he can no longer stop himself.

You smile wide when his hand is finally pressed against your body. He cups the boob, still with a stunned but suddenly excited expression on his face. He feels around a bit and gives it a little squeeze.

“How does it feel?” you ask.

“Soft,” Jisung says, without taking his eyes off the target.

“I'm not wearing a bra,” you say and smirk, while turning to look at your boyfriend.

Mark winks back at you. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, that's enough,” he says. Jisung quickly retracts his hand.

“Thanks,” he mutters and gives you a glance.

“You're welcome,” you say in a marry tone. “Now get out of my hair will you, both of you.”

“Thank you,” Mark says and leans in to give you a kiss. Then he turns to leave, and grabs Jisung to drag him out with him. “Love you babe.”

You giggle again at the sillyness of it all. “Love you too.”

As you finish making your sandwich you feel oddly happy. And you can't help but wonder if you've just made yourself the subject of Jisung's wet dreams, if you weren't already.

You come to the conclusion that it's okay if you have. Several of the boys of NCT have probably masturbated to the mental image of Mark's pretty girlfriend anyway.

You decide that you're going to have to punish Mark tonight, for twisting your promise the way he did. You have a punishment in mind already that you know he'll love, and you smile to yourself in the kitchen while imagining what you're going to do to him.

[lix-ables]

Hi~

Can you imagine (and write 🫣) getting off by yourself without telling Minho (ur personal pussy eater) and bring ur finger to his nose, and he immediately recognize the scent of his favourite meal and it makes him hard within milliseconds, so he HAS to eat you out in compensate for having fun without inviting him. He would teases you "Couldn't even wait for my mouth hmm?" And eat you till you become a shaking and crying mess.

WHEW.

Also this is my first time asking im a little super shoi but i love your blog sm and ITS NOT DYING love

MWAH💕

please this is the ABSOLUTE BEST @mnwrld (made me think of you wjdjej) I GOT TO THIS LATE IM SORRY AND AAAAA THANK YOU??? YOU'RE SO CUTE T-T ,,,, also @hanjsquokka @hanjibug AND @j-onedrabbles because there's a TEEEEENY bit of someone here im crying

bf!lino is so pussy drunk, that the thought of your teasing and touching yourself, when he's not around - frustrates him. a lot. (bet he has something in his mind - you can always make up to him)

bf!lino LOVES it when you're getting yourself off in front of him, he's on the floor in front of you, or next to you in bed, he's so close to you, but he won't touch - mostly because he knows how much you need him, even when you deny it. (especially when he's all like "how cute, seems like you don't need my help hm? maybe i should leave the room?"

bf!lino the type to actually buy you and him toys that he can use - for his pleasure, but mostly yours because he fucking loves the way your toes curl every time he puts something else inside you. example, a bullet vibe - he makes sure you have it with you at all times, but this time particularly because you're at your friend's house (jisung's to be more exact) and he likes the way you're squirming in your seat, your eyes pleading him to stop every time he increases the speed of the toy inside you. maybe jisung would notice, and maybe he'd smirk to himself, maybe he'd look at the way your eyes stare at minho when you're at the edge, and maybe he wants in on the fun - teasing you ofc, or maybe just wants to see you on your knees for him and lino , if lino allows it, who knows?

bf!lino the type to eat you out when he's stressed, often telling you to be good because all he wants to see is you on the edge for, well a really long time, and also because he knows you can do it. i mean, you're getting something out of it right?

going back to the jisung thought too, IF say lino allows it, i mean, it's gonna be jisung's hand guiding yours to his length, while lino ate you out, stopping in between making you fuss because you stopped working on jisung's dick. "focus, baby. you don't want either of this to stop do you?"

note. yes i got carried away SO WHAT

[justwonder113]

I love your writing sm 🫠🫠

could you write something fluffy and suggestive for han were you sit on his lap in his studio chair and you can’t stop kissing him and you’re distracting him from his work and he finds it so cute that you’re like this x

Oh my god thank you so much sweetheart! You don't know how much it means to me that you like my writing. I'm really sorry for taking so long to write, even though I absolutely LOVED the idea!!! I had one the meltdowns and uni has been an absolute nightmare so sorry. I really hope this was what you wanted and I hope you will like it. I will try to update stories more and more. Thankfully I will have more time^^

My masterlist

If you have any requests feel free to ask(though it might take me some time)

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, Bold reader, Cute whiney Jisung but he does complete 180 in the end. Jisung calls reader a brat

Word count -1.6k

23:33

You woke up from your sweet slumber by soft clicking of the keyboard. You didn't even realize when you started to dose off. All the work must have caught up to you. The week you had sure was hectic.

You looked at your boyfriend's hunched figure, he was deeply immersed in his work, he hadn't even noticed that you were awake. You felt sad, you barely saw each other. Your schedule was swarmed and he had comeback coming real soon. You tried to text and call but sometimes he was just so swarmed with work he responded hours later. He was really apologetic, he really tired his best. He texted you whenever he could, he sent gifts for you, sometimes flowers, sometimes food, when he knew your schedule was extra hectic. He also left you little notes around the house and, lets just say, randomly finding them was highlight of your day. Sometimes they were sweet messages, sometimes random quotes, sometimes silly little jokes and doodles. You loved every one of them and kept them in a little box in your room. You also tried to be just as supportive, this is why you were here in his studio, you came earlier with food and snacks for him and the boys. Jisung had barely texted you the whole day, so you knew he was extra busy, also you got suspicious that he wouldn't eat anything, he always got so involved with his work he sometimes forgot to even eat.

You were not wrong. Jisung shyly admitted to you that he, in fact, skipped a meal when you asked if he ate anything. Good for him that he was so cute and adorable you never had the ability to stay mad at him. He got so happy when he saw you that he almost knocked you down. He really was so adrable. The boys also thanked you, and you ate together, talking about what you were up to.

You talked for a while but one by one they left to do their own stuff leaving you with Jisung. Honestly, you were glad to be left alone with him, you've missed him too much. You talked with hushed voice, not once he let go of you, he was hugging you like a koala and showered your face with kisses. You couldn't help but giggle at his cute antics. After a while he excused himself and asked you to wait a little bit as he finished his song, promising to quickly wrap it up and go home together. But here you were now, still stuck in the studio.

You scanned around to find your phone to check the time, Jisung must have noticed you had fallen asleep and draped his jacket to keep you warm . He really was cute but you really wanted to scold him. He already worked inhuman hours he really was straining his body!

Your eyes almost popped out of your eyes when you noticed that it was basically midnight. Oh he really was done for now!

You got up, groaning from pain, your muscles were sore from laying on this uncomfortable sofa. After stretching a little you approached him, he was so immersed he didn't even notice you. You couldn't help but scoff when you carefully examined his face. His eyes were so red from looking at this damn screen all day. Apart from bloodshot eyes, he had dark eyebags, he looked a paler and you didn't know if you were exaggerating or not but he also looked a bit thinner. Also there was no way his body wouldn't ache from sitting like that, especially after dancing and practicing for ungodly amounts of time.

You carefully threaded your fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He did jump a little not expecting your touch but he quickly relaxed and leaned into it. He opened his arms and looked at you with wide eyes expecting you to get into his lap and hug him. Sadly, it also meant that he still wasn't done. You sighed yet again, there was no way you could win this one. You complied and sat in his lap. Jisung immediately wrapped his arm around you and brought you closer to him so that you were chest to chest with no room between you, he quickly pecked your cheek and went back to working.

You tried your best to sit still and let him work so that you could go home as soon as possible, but you were also getting really bored.

After a minute or two an idea popped into your head. You shuffled a bit and hid your face into the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume immediately soothing your senses. You put your right hand on his chest and wrapped the other around his shoulders. You waited for a second so that Jisung would think you were just getting comfortable, if he even noticed you moving around that is... The truth was that Han Jisung was really ticklish and his neck was especially sensitive. Whenever you decided to kiss his neck he would always reel back giggling and pouting at you cutely. He would always try and run away from you whenever he sensed that you were about to attack his neck. But where would he go now? You were in his lap, there was no way he could run.

You somewhat felt bad, he was always so sweet and gentle to you and no matter how ticklish he was he always let you snuggle up to his neck knowing that you loved it. Should you betray his trust like this?

He did notice you shuffling around, he tensed up for a second when your nose brushed against his sensitive skin but he quickly relaxed. You grinned it was your time to shine!

Carefully not to alert him you brushed your lips against his neck. The response was immediate, his hold around your waist immediately tightened. Oh you were going to get a reaction out of him one way or another. You kissed him again but with more passion now and quickly pecked him few more times. Jisung glanced at you but he didn't say anything. Oh he was on!

You continued your assault on his reddening skin and pecked every part of his skin you could reach one arm around his shoulders while the other had slid through his neck and into his hair playing with the silky soft stands on his nape, oaccasionaly pulling them drawing soft quiet groans from the boy. He whined out your name so prettily! And let's just say you absolutely adored his "little" reactions. He was set on staying as still as he could and act as if this whole thing didn't affect him at all but you could see right through him. "Babyy." He whined out but you didn't stop. His skin was all flushed in a beautiful shade of red, his breathing had become more rugged and shalllow. His left hand held onto your hip for dear life and brought you as close to him as it possibly could as if you would dissappear if he let go. God you loved this boy! You kissed him more and let's just say you hoped his jacket had a high collar because you had left really pretty marks onto his skin. You would gladly show it to the world but you were not sure how his fans would react if anyone were to see you and share photos. And you knew many stays had hawklike vision.

You didn't even consider to stop your attack, Jisung hadn't even done anything to stop you so, you let yourself go. It was only when you moved a little and started kissing his jaw and in the haze let your teeth graze against his skin that he held you tightly and pulled you off.

You looked at him with confused eyes, his face unreadable. Did you upset him? Was he mad? You were about to apologize when he sighed out something and leaned in to smash his lips against yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Both of his hands were around your waist now, pulling you impossibly close, as if he wanted to devour you, wanted to be one with you, and who were you to deny him anything? You tried your best to keep up with him and return the kiss with the same burning passion but honestly you couldn't keep up. You didn't know what came up to him but you loved it. You felt like melting, like you really thought you could turn into a puddle, you felt ignited, you felt alive. There was no thought in your head other than that you loved this boy. Your lungs were burning but you weren't even considering to lean back for air. You were just consumed with Han Jisung.

It was Han who broke the kiss and leaned back to let you breathe. Both of you struggled to breathe normally, as if you had forgotten how to do so. You wanted to say something but were at loss for words, it was Han who broke the silence. He flicked your forehead and pouted at you. "You're a real brat do you know that?" You couldn't help but giggle. You swore this boy had some type of switch into his head. He almost made you melt into a puddle by giving you the best kiss of your life and now he was pouting at you all cutely like he did nothing wrong. God you loved him!

You grinned at him, "Does this mean we're going home?"

Han rolled his eyes and softly pinched your side. "Brat."

Yup, you had won.

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Jisung taking care of his ex, y/n, who has amnesia and calls him daily, thinking that they are still together. Angst with comfort at the end

I still love you

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Another great request I luv u sm

Lovestruck hanji, mention of a car accident

Fluffy angst,not proof read once again

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You rolled over onto your side, you've been laying in bed all day.Well this is what your doctor told you to do in order to heal, but it's so painfully boring

You look out the window and see other people walking with their partners, friends, pets they don't even know how lucky they are to be able to leave the house so easily

Laying in bed all day may sound like a dream to anyone and it did to you before you actually had to do it, you feel so useless, you can't do anything on your own.Good thing you have your amazing boyfriend Jisung!He was there from the moment you woke up from your coma

A few months ago you got into a horrific car accident and that sent you into a coma, you were out for a while but you eventually woke up and saw han anxiously bouncing his leg and playing with his fingers. You were immediately put as ease once you saw him, it's like he can cure everything. Ever since then he's been taking care of you, helping you get better day by day.

You smiled to yourself after recalling the memories and picked up your phone to call him

"Hi hannie!" You exclaimed, han could tell you have a big smile painted on your face

"Oh, hi jagi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah but.. No. I miss you!Can you come over pleasee"

Han could never resist you, so he agreed and was on his way to your house

Han was so deeply in love with you, and if it wasn't for that car crash he wouldn't even be on his way to your house right now, han sometimes catches himself being grateful for it but thats fucked up. You broke up with him for a reason, you just don't know that.

But he also feels incredibly guilty, like this was all his fault,You and han got into a messy fight which was the cause of your break up, you left the house crying and ran to your car.A few hours later han got a call from the hospital to let him know that you, his ex, got into a car crash and now is in a coma.If only he ran after you, if only he was a better boyfriend,maybe this would have never happened

Once in your house he barely got time to breathe as you hugged him as soon as he got in the house

"Han! I missed you much!"

You said happily as you nuzzled your head into his neck

"Woah, slow down angel I don't want you to hurt your leg“

"I'll be fine my legs practically healed anyway"

You affirmed,grabbing onto his hand and limping to the living room,You guys chatted and hung out until the sunset, it's like when you talked to him he lost track of time

"Why are you frowning like that?"

You said with a slight giggle and smile to your face

"It's nothing" Han said blankly

"I know it's not just nothing, I've been with you for years now"

That's the thing, we aren't together anymore

Han wanted to tell you this so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to do it

They way you looked at him... You looked at him with such admiration, you had a special sparkle in your eyes that only appeared when you're with him

He can't just say you've been broken up this whole time that would be so mean of him...But he also can't keep pretending.He can't just keep acting like this doesn't keep him up every night, he has to let you know, at least one day

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I'M SO SORRY THIS FIC IS SO LATE OMG, I SWR NEXT TIME I'LL TRY TO GET IT OUT QUICKLY

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[renjunphile]

if my wishes came true, it would have been you | mark lee

PAIRING ✧ nct's mark lee x female reader WORD COUNT ✧ 12.0k TAGS ✧ idol!mark x idol!reader, exes!au, exes to lovers!au, really quite angsty, happy ending, fluff, non-linear narrative

PLAYLIST aka SONGS BY YN ✧ the 1 by taylor swift ; 21 by gracie abrams ; i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams ; champagne problems by taylor swift ; in between by gracie ambrams ; somebody by hwasa and loco ; i know it won't work by gracie abrams, dancing with our hands tied (acoustic) by taylor swift

SUMMARY ✧ persist and resist the temptation to ask if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? (alternatively, every single time you and mark get a chance to talk about your breakup, it never goes as planned)

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MAY 2021

"NCT are here."

You hum along to the track blasting in your left ear through the singular airpod. It's the first day of your comeback promotions, and while you should feel confident from the many months you'd practiced the song every single day for multiple hours, no amount of time could ever erase the nerves you feel each comeback day.

You're already finished with your hair and makeup, being the first to sit in the chair to give your members some time to wake up from their naps in the van. Though you should all be bright, awake, and preppy for your comeback stage, the reality was that all of you were obliteratingly tired from the near all-nighter in the practice room. Your makeup artists are true magicians for the way they cover up all signs of tiredness even under all those harsh, bright stage lights.

"Unnie, did you hear me?" your youngest member Kali poked your arm incessantly.

"Kali, stop," you whine, pushing her finger away, "I heard you."

"So why didn't you react?"

"Why should I?" you sigh, pausing the track on your phone.

She pauses for a while, choosing to craft her words before replying too hastily, "We should still go and say hi. Haechan is asking if we wanna film a TikTok with them."

"You know they only post with SM idols," you remind her.

"You were in SM too. It's just for fun," she mumbles, "You know how many idols feature on Haechan's private account. Please come."

"You're up to no good, Kali," you squint at her suspiciously, watching the room carefully to see if anyone had overheard. It wasn't really a big deal; all your managers were well-informed, just like your members, and your stylists were basically your friends.

"I already talked to our manager and Haechan talked to their manager," Kali wrapped her fingers around your wrist delicately, but pulling to encourage you to stand up, "Let's go."

The walk to the hallway where the NCT members agreed to meet the two of you wasn't exactly a long one, but the rumblings of nerves bubbling in your stomach made it feel like a million years. You weren't stupid; you knew exactly what to expect and you wouldn't put it past your maknae to meddle in a time like this.

"Oh look, they're here already," Kali was biting a grin behind her words as 3 figures came into view. Haechan gives you a warm smile and a famous bear hug before he was shoved away. 

"Noona," you resist a pout as one of the boys you had been taking care of since you were younger wrapped you up in a big hug, "Haven't seen you in so long. Missed you."

"Missed you too Ji. You grow an inch every time I see you," you also resist the urge to ruffle up his perfectly styled purple hair out of fear of getting hunted by his hair stylist, "I like this purple on you."

He gives you an appreciative grin and somehow you still see him as the tiny, shy boy running energetically around the halls of the company building after being chased by his fellow trainees. Jisung moves on to greet your member, who was still in conversation with Haechan.

It's definitely not that you dread having to face Mark Lee. It's totally not the fact that he's your ex-boyfriend. Or the fact that you're still in love with him. Or the fact that he's still in love with you. No, none of that.

Totally.

"You look really pretty, Y/N," he begins slowly, taking in your appearance in front of him, having not seen each other for a few months.

Mark Lee stands in front of you stoic, hands by his side and feet together. It's almost like he's fighting his instinct to wrap you up in his arms like he's done most of his life because you sure know you're having to fight that instinct too.

"Thanks, Mark. I like your blue hair," you smile softly, "How are you?"

"I'm good. Amazing, even. I guess," he's mumbling, running his hands through said hair you just complimented and you can tell he's nervous, "I love the song. And the whole album. I can tell which songs you wrote. You always make me so proud."

Ouch. It stings your heart whenever he says things like that. How could you have let go of someone so sweet?

"Thanks. Congratulations on your first album and coming back with Dream."

"Ah, thanks. I fought so hard to come back to the group and I'm really happy they finally listened to me," he began, "You know how much I love them."

"Yeah, I know."

You're barely meeting his eyes, but when you do, it feels like he's hesitating in his words.

"Mark-"

"Happy birthday by the way," he rushes out, "For yesterday. I'm sorry that I didn't text. Or call."

"It's okay," you reassure him, knowing that that was probably easier for you both that he didn't.

"How did you spend your birthday?"

"The members got me cake. Coffee, my favourite," you recount, "I did a live for a bit, but other than that we were practicing all day for today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. That really sucks," he frowns.

"You know how it goes. I'll have more birthdays to celebrate anyway-"

"But you didn't celebrate last year either!" he protests.

"Maybe next year, then," you pull your lips into a tight smile, "It's okay Mark. Don't worry about it. I'm not really fond of my birthdays anymore and 22's not a big deal."

He sighs while looking at you, "You deserve to celebrate your birthday no matter what. I hope you can find some time to do something  for yourself."

You chuckle lightly, "That'll be hard to come by. I don't know how you've done it with multiple groups all these years, Mark. I've only been debuted for three years and it's never got any easier. You were really stretching yourself thin, huh?"

"I guess," he's playing with his fingers, so you know he has something to say.

"Just say it, Mark. Whatever you want to say."

You can read him like a book and you've always been able to. It's not your fault that the book is wide open, as compared to the way you've always been- shut, bound, and locked.

"I just wanted to say I miss you. That's all. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Thanks to the secluded hallway that Haechan had found and led you to, the coast was clear enough for you to close the distance between you and Mark even just by a bit more. His breath hitches as you place a hand on his arm.

"Thanks for caring, Mark. I miss you too."

He smiles at you softly and the two of you are so engrossed in each other to notice that Kali, Haechan and Jisung had disappeared a while ago. You know it's time for you to go back though.

The worst part of the whole situation wasn't the breakup itself. Of course, the breakup hurt both of you for a long time and you don't even think you're recovered. It did happen over a year ago, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part is knowing that every time you meet again, walking away hurts more each time. It's the fact that there's nothing you can do but listen to your heart break with each step you take away from each other. It's the fact that there's nothing you can do about the fact that you still love each other more than anything else in this world.

-

2014

Mark Lee was known to be SM's golden child. In the future, he'd be known as the most over-worked in the company, due to his talents and resilience, but now, he's just Mark Lee, second to you.

You'd done everything before Mark. You were born first. You moved to Korea first. You beat him joining the company by 6 months and you beat him getting announced as part of SM Rookies just by 7 days.

None of that mattered because it was always just you and him together, wherever. Sure, you trained and practiced separately, but lunchtimes, downtimes, company gatherings- it was always the two of you attached to the hip. There was really nothing the company could say- the two of you were barely 15 so what was the worst you could do?

"How long do you think it'll be before your debut?" the two of you are lying down on the grass in a park a few minutes away from the building. His hands are rifling through the blades, yanking them up every so often, while you made daisy chains quietly.

He hums in response, "I don't know. Soon I hope, but I've only been here for like just over a year. Realistically, I'd say like 2 years. Don't tell anyone I told you, but I heard Johnny hyung talking to the manager about some kind of project that the company has been thinking of for a while. Something about having a group with infinite members!"

Your eyes widened at the thought, "Wow, really? EXO debuted with 12 and I thought that was a lot!"

"Yeah, right? But there are only like 9 of us in SM Rookies right now. How many do you think they'll start with and how am I going to get lines in a song if there's so many of us?"

You nudge him, "Well, with your awesome talent and writing skills of course. I can't wait to see what ends up happening to you guys- oh yeah, by the way, how's that new trainee you guys are training with? Donghyuck, right?"

"New?" he sat up with wide eyes, twisting his body to look at you, "He's been here for like 5 months and it's been the worst 5 months of my life! He's just so infuriating. His voice is amazing, sure, but he never listens and is always talking and hanging off me! I told him that he makes me want to leave the company."

You laugh at his frustrated expression, "Ha, you'd never leave the company. You'd never leave me behind. Plus, I bet you'll be best friends in a few years. Opposites attract and all that."

"Hm, but you and I are quite similar. Don't you think?"

There were definitely some traits that you shared to both be enduring the same path. Resilient, hard-working, brave, and enduring were all ones. After all, it's a big leap of faith to train to have the chance to be an idol just at 12 or 13 with no guaranteed future.

When it came down to it though, you'd like to think that there were also traits you each had that weren't always necessarily opposites all the time, but traits that complemented each other.

Mark liked to talk; you liked to listen. Mark was optimistic and would always be the one to cheer you up on your particularly moody days. You were Mark's calm through it all. Mark loved to rap; you found your passion in singing. Mark liked carrots and would take them off your plate in the cafeteria and swap them with his peas. Mark's hands were calloused from his guitar-playing, while yours were smooth and soft when he held them.

"No, I think we're the perfect example of opposites attract."

"Well then that's why you're my best friend," he grinned over at you while you slid a daisy chain bracelet onto his wrists, "Forever and whenever."

"Always," you grinned.

-

AUGUST 2021

"What are you doing here?"

"No happy birthday Mark?" he teases, holding a bouquet of flowers and a grocery store plastic bag in his hands on your doorstep.

"Come in before anyone sees you," you pull him inside your dorm, sticking your head out the hallway to see if it was empty, "How did you get here?"

"Relax, Y/N. My manager drove me and I was in all this," he pulls out a mask and a beanie from his pocket to show you.

"Oh, good. Happy birthday, I guess, but what are you doing here?" you question him again, looking at the contents in his grasp.

"Well, it all started when Hyuck said that we were throwing a birthday party for me. Then Jisung invited Kali and obviously, you too. And your members, of course. Then you said you couldn't come because you're busy," his eyes dart to the episode of Modern Family on your TV and the blanket lazily thrown on the couch, combined with your pajamas, "So I didn't want to come to the party anymore."

"But all my members are at your dorm," you frown, "There's still a party?"

"Yeah, I guess. Gives Jisung an opportunity to spend more time with his crush, which I'm sure Kali appreciates."

"So they're hosting your birthday party," you hum, "Without you? And you came here to what? Check that I'm busy?"

"I know you're not busy. Erin told me so, which I suspected anyway. I know it's kind of rude for me to come to force you to spend time with me when you didn't even want to come to my birthday party in the first place, but I thought I would try." he shrugs, "Is that okay?"

Mark is adorned in a white T-shirt and grey joggers. He's clearly not dressed for a party and your member clearly told him that you're staying inside and moping to your comfort show while you try to avoid your ex-boyfriend on his birthday. Plan failed, you guess.

Here's the thing: you've always been the worst at saying no to Mark. The one time you did, the world crashed around you. You would've thought it would have got easier to say no to him after already experiencing the worst-case scenario, but looking into his slightly pleading chocolate eyes shows you otherwise.

"Of course, Mark. You're the birthday boy," you finally say after a period of silence where Mark felt like his heart was thumping out of his chest.

"There's no one else I'd rather spend my birthday with," he hums lightly, even though his words are loaded, "Here, a big bouquet for missing last year too."

The tradition started on his 15th birthday in 2014. Even though it was his birthday, he had got you a bouquet of flowers to thank you for being his best friend of one year and making him feel all the more comfortable in his first year in Korea. You were his dance partner, his classmate, his fellow English speaker, and his best friend. He got you flowers again the next year, then the year after, and again and again for being his partner through everything.

The last birthday you shared with Mark before the two of you broke up was his 20th birthday in 2019 and he had prepared his own bouquet that year, choosing all your favourite flowers and colours and wrapping it all up himself. Mark was selfless like that- thinking of other people even on his birthday.

"It's beautiful," you examine the flowers- pink and red camellias and carnations, white primroses, pink peonies, red roses and baby's breaths. Taking that flower language course with Mark back when you were both 17 comes as a regret now, with the messages he's sending you through the bouquet. You hope it's just a coincidence.

"Anyway, I brought us- or I made my manager buy us- some Oreo ice cream, peanut butter chocolate, some ramen, and chicken and mushroom pastries," he grins as he pulls each one out of the bag, "And I brought cake, obviously."

You hold yourself back from saying what you would say every time he presented your favourite pastry from your childhood home to you- 'you know the way to my heart'.

"I haven't had one in so long," you gasp, taking it from him and preparing your plate already, "Thanks Mark. Why are you so considerate on your own birthday?"

"I like to celebrate the people I love on my birthday too. I wouldn't be me without them," he plops himself on the bar stool at your breakfast bar while you sigh hopelessly. He'll never leave your heart alone, "I wanted to soften the blow too."

You turn to him slowly, "Soften the blow?"

He sees the panic in your eyes and lets out that melodious laugh you've always loved, "Oh, nothing like that. Nothing to tell you. I just wanted to bribe you to talk to me on my birthday. I thought after over a year you might be ready to talk?"

"About what?"

"Us."

You thank the manufacturers of the heavenly pastry slice that only takes 90 seconds in the microwave. You set the plate down in front of Mark and take the seat next to him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Are you still my best friend?"

"Mark, come on," you began warily, knowing the difficult conversation you were about to have.

He meets your eyes and you feel the pain reflected in them, "When we decided to give our relationship a try when we were 16, we pinky swore that no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends. Always. Right?"

You find the power to break his gaze and stare down to your hands on your lap, "We did."

"So, why can't we go back to being friends? I know, I know when you broke up with me, you said that you don't think we could stay friends. I understood, of course, and I wanted to give you some space. Well, at least initially, but it's been over a year now and I really miss us. Your friendship meant everything to me even if I can't have you as my girlfriend." his tone is heartbreaking in the way that it's vulnerable and pleading.

"I told you when we broke up that breaking up was the hardest choice I'd ever have to make. It blew the choice to leave SM out of the water. I didn't want to break up, but it felt like I had no choice," you explained slowly, "When we first started dating, I knew I already loved you, but growing up together and debuting and going through everything I went through really taught me what real love in real life looked like and I could never have predicted at 16 how I felt for you at 20. Mark, you're everything to me, I hope you know. I said I didn't want to be friends when we broke up because how could I have lived with myself seeing you and talking to you still knowing I had you in the way that I did and knowing I loved you that intensely but not being able to show it anymore? How could I live with myself still having you around knowing I let go of the greatest thing that's ever happened to me?"

Mark Lee was brave at 16 when he kissed you for the first time and asked you to be his girlfriend against all the bans and rules. Mark Lee was brave at 18 watching you walk away from everything you both knew at SM Entertainment and for not running after you to stop you because you both knew it was for the best. Mark Lee was brave at 20 hearing you sob through the phone while you were halfway around the world because you just couldn't do this anymore. Mark Lee is brave at 22, taking your warm hands in his, and Mark Lee is brave when he lifts your chin up to meet his gaze and asks you this:

"Why can't we just get back together? This year apart is hurting us more than it's benefitting us."

People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul- that the eyes say everything someone can't say. Your eyes are filled with tears, yes, but also love and fear and all the emotions in between.

The problem was that your brain always rules your life, keeping your heart's true desires always suppressed deep within.

"Mark," you trail, before he cuts you off.

"I don't see the problem, Y/N. Both our companies knew we were dating and you're not a rookie in the industry anymore. I mean, we dated through your whole rookie era! I acknowledge everything you said and felt when we broke up and I wanted to give you time to work through those emotions, but I'm asking if anything has changed. Has it?"

"I've never stopped loving you, but I'm still scared Mark. I'm even more scared now as your career grows," you say quietly, "I don't want to hurt you. If anything gets out, it won't just hurt you or me, because I could take it if it only hurt me, but it's our members, Mark. You know how fans feel about idols who date and it's never ever as simple as 'if they're a true fan they'll be happy for me'. That's not how the industry works."

He squeezes your hands, "Then we'll get better at sneaking around! You know the boys love you so much and they know how much our relationship meant to me and they'd never ever get in the way of that. Or we can just text and call and I don't even have to see you in person when it's risky. I just want the chance to tell you that I still love you every single day as I promised."

There it is again, the sound of your heart breaking at the most loving boy on the planet.

"Will you let me think about it? At least about being your best friend still? I'm sorry that I can't give you an answer right now on your birthday," you murmur. The confessions from Mark came as no surprise, but he never fails to leave you speechless with no clear thoughts in your brain and your heart always full.

"I'm just asking for a chance. Just for anything you can give me," he smiles finally, "How about we eat all this and continue your Modern Family? It's still my favourite show, so I couldn't dream of a better way to spend my birthday."

"I'd like that."

-

2015

"I'm debuting," Mark barges into the near-empty practice room, huffing and panting like he just ran a marathon, "Y/N, oh my God!"

You're sat cross-legged on the floor with your phone propped up in front of you. Your eyebrows are stitched together tightly, indicating that you were probably either criticising yourself on a recording or trying to learn a choreography. The moment you realise that it's Mark, your whole body unclenches and you relax as you pause the video. You don't comprehend the weight of his words until he says them again.

"Y/N, Y/N, I'm going to debut!" he's practically screaming in joy as he belly slides towards you and crashes into you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh my God, Mark! Really? Tell me everything right now!" you squeeze him back, pride bursting in your chest.

When you both joined SM, you came with the obvious dream of being an idol entertainer. Sure, the company can make all these empty promises to you at the start, but with the way the industry works, nothing is really ever truly for certain. For you, the company had not given you any time scale or idea of what direction they wanted you to go in. You weren't even really that hopeful, considering the company just debuted Red Velvet one year ago, but you were still enduring.

However, it was almost time to debut a new boy group since it had been 3 years and counting since EXO broke into the scene. You were always certain that Mark was always a part of that plan.

"So, do you remember last year when I told you about the infinite boy group idea? It was true! The company gathered all the male trainees and showed them their idea- it's called NCT and it's so cool, trust me! So it's like they're going to debut groups within NCT like different members in each group!"

"Mark, that sounds amazing. Which group are you going to be in?"

"Uh, they said all of them?" Mark frowns in confusion, "Like the first is going to be this unit where members can switch out anytime and it only has a comeback whenever it wants to, and then the second one is like a normal permanent group which I think I'll be with Hyuck and the hyungs, and the third one is a group where we graduate once we hit 20! But I don't think that one's fully confirmed with members yet."

He's running out of breath explaining it to you and his eyes are going crazy so you just laugh and hug tighter, "That's a lot of information, but it still sounds amazing. See Mark, I told you that you're going to be the most important person in this building! You're literally the best."

Mark nudges you so that you break away, "Psh, shut up Y/N. It's still a few months out anyway. We're going to be writing and practicing the debut song for the first unit really soon though."

"And I'm so proud of you," you tell him sincerely, knowing that there are not many people who you can say have worked harder than Mark to achieve their dreams, "Do you feel scared at all?"

He swivels his body so that he's sitting in front of you and he starts playing with your fingers like he always does, "Naturally, I guess. Debuting is a whole new world and being an idol too, but this is what I've been working towards so why shouldn't I be more excited? I've been waiting for this day, but I guess it's human nature to have fear of the unknown."

"It's definitely not wrong to not be scared. I'd be over the moon if they finally tell me I'm going to debut," you sigh dreamily.

"And you will! They can't keep you hidden here any longer and you know that the company loves you so much! You've given everything for them so you deserve it all back," Mark is now rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand, "I can't wait until we achieve our dream together. No matter how long it takes, we'll both be standing on that stage together as idols. It's so close now, Y/N."

You smile softly at the boy, ever the optimist, "I can't wait for it too, Mark. Don't let the fame get to your head so quickly and don't forget me when you're famous okay?"

"You're so silly," Mark laughs, "You'll always be my best friend- wait scratch that-"

"I won't always be your best friend?"

"No! You will! But this is literally the best day ever and I have all this adrenaline and energy right now and if I don't say it now, I don't think I ever will, but all I'm saying is that I've been by your side for nearly 3 years now and you're literally my other half and it's so goddamn obvious that I like you so much and I really want to be your boyfriend. Okay, exhale Mark."

Your eyes widen at his confession and you slide away from him in shock, "Wait, really? You like me? You want to be my boyfriend?"

He looks at you like you just grew two heads, "Y/N, that's literally exactly what I said. Do you like me back?"

Shyness begins to creep out of you while your whole face flushes red. You've never been the type to be shy around Mark, even in the times his words and actions make you feel giddy.

"Mhm, you're my first real crush that developed when we met. I thought I'd grow out of it, but it kept getting stronger the closer we got," you admit.

The first day that Mark Lee walked into the practice rooms and got introduced to the trainees, you thought he was the cutest boy in the world. He was dorky and shy at first, but when he performed in front of you, he turned into a completely different person that made you fall for him even more.

The two of you were the same age and he was your deskmate in Korean lessons. Though Mark had grown up speaking Korean, he had never lived in Korea speaking it almost 100% of the time, so the company thought it would be good for him to join your lessons, especially to get training for the language he would be using as an idol.

The two of you became very fast friends and by the end of the month, you were chasing each other in the cafeteria and sharing food in corners with your own inside jokes.

His face breaks out into a grin, tackling you into a hug, "Aw, my little Y/N likes me back!"

You roll your eyes playfully and shove him off your body, "First of all, I'm 3 months older than you, and second of all, you have been spending way too much time with Donghyuck."

"Yeah that little devil rubs off on people," he sighs, "Whatever. Does that mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"Wait, wait, wait. We have to consider the implications! Especially if you're debuting soon! Are we going to tell the company? How is this going to work?" you bombard him with questions, playing your part as the realist in this friendship, "Is this a good idea."

"I mean, half the hyungs have secret girlfriends so we can ask them for help and at least it helps that you're in the company with me so if they do find out it's easier to protect the both of us," Mark replies, "I've actually spent a lot of time thinking about this, believe it or not. You keep me up awake at night sometimes."

"You're so cheesy," you mumble, turning away to hide your blushing face, "But I guess I do want to be your girlfriend- but what if we break up? I don't want to lose you as my best friend!"

"How about this then," he extends his pinky out to you, "Let's pinky swear that even if we break up and this relationship goes horribly wrong, we'll be best friends still. Forever and whenever."

His words are dripping with sincerity and it surrounds you like a blanket. There's no one in this world that you trust more than Mark Lee when you entwine your own pink around his and smile at him, "Always."

Your pinkies are still attached a minute later when he's looking at you with a goofy smile.

You glare at him, "What's going on in that big head of yours?"

"If we're dating, then does that mean I can kiss you?"

The thought of kissing Mark had admittedly crossed your mind more than you could bare to say out loud. You wanted to play it off cool- shove him and roll your eyes or something, but truthfully, you really did want to kiss your dorky best friend Mark Lee.

"I mean, I guess," you shrug, "If you want to."

"Ha ha, I do," he starts leaning in closer and your heart is beating faster.

This was it. You were going to kiss your best friend-turned-boyfriend in the middle of a practice room. He was going to be your first kiss too!

Mark's face is so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. You can tell he's never done this before with how slowly and nervously he's advancing, but you can see the hope in his eyes.

Your eyes flutter shut. Your lips are almost touching, just ghosting over each others.

"Wait!" you groan as he opens his mouth, "If I'm your first real crush, then who's your first crush overall?"

You smirk, "Jongin-oppa. Duh."

-

2022

This was the biggest concert of your career. Playing the Olympic Stadium had always just been a distant daydream - something to dream about just to amuse you or occupy time. You'd never thought that you would actually live to see the day when that dream came to fruition.

It wasn't even a realistic dream. No girl groups had ever played their own concert at Jamsil Olympic Stadium, but your group was going to be the first.

Cameras were pointed all around you backstage as you prepared to go on for your opening.

"Leader, give us a pep talk," your bandmate Yana whines while nudging you. You gather in a circle, pretending you're not deafened by the noise of your fans screaming just past the partition, where they're waiting in anticipation.

The 5 of you lean closer, putting your heads together and your hands in the middle. Before that, you make sure to look at their faces carefully and examine each member's expressions.

Jian is a year older than you, but she's nervous as hell and can barely get any words out. You're not worried because she's proven time after time that she's born to be on stage and that she completely transforms in front of an audience showering her in love. Yana seems nervous too, but she's better at hiding it and it comes out through rambles of sometimes unintelligible speech. Erin is gripping her microphone tightly with a poker face, probably recalling all of her raps in her head quickly, even though you know it comes second nature to her. Your youngest, Kali, seems the most excited. That kid is the most fearless idol you've ever met and you're grateful for someone like her on the team.

As for you? Well, you're a mix of all of your members. It's coming up to a decade now since you started training and you still have to take everything that this career throws at you one by one. The feeling backstage is not exactly overwhelming- it's more pride and joy and excitement to be out there and perform the best concert you have to give.

"No one can ever take this away from us. We're the first freaking girl group to host a show here! We've worked so hard for this and we absolutely deserve it. Everyone out there is here for us, so we should give it our all and play the best show ever. Don't let your nerves get to you. Just relax and be the amazing and talented performers I know we all are," you breathe out, "I'm really thankful for you guys and I'm so happy to have you by my side with me for this. We're exactly where we should be. I really love you guys so much. Let's kill it, yeah? 3, 2, 1, Fighting!"

Your members release a chuckle and you all wrap your arms around each other in a group hug. Soon, your cues begin in your in-ear monitors and you break up to take your positions on the platform that will lift you up to the stage.

The concert starts off without a hitch. Everything is perfect and the energy you get as each song progresses is nothing like you've ever felt. The sea of fans is expansive and blinding and you still have to check you're not dreaming every few moments. You eventually settle into the stage and the concert slows down a bit with your solo performances.

Your company had encouraged you all to perform something of your own choosing and while you had a vast repertoire of songs tucked away on your GarageBand, they were mostly unfinished, too personal or waiting to be adapted to your group to go onto your future albums. The song had to be something that would only ever be just for you, but something you could bare to release into the world for everyone else to hear.

Okay, so maybe you let your emotions rule you and get the best of you. Maybe the song you chose was the wrong one to invite your fans to insert themselves into. Maybe it was too personal to sing a song about Mark Lee in front of the biggest crowd you'd ever played in your life, but when else could you?

The baby grand piano is gleaming in the centre of the stage and your blue dress is sparkling from the way the lights hit the crystals adorning the whole slip. You're admittedly more nervous about this, but you think it's more to do with the fact that you know Mark Lee is in the stadium, somewhere.

Your company had warned you that if you wanted to sing this song, you had to do a little speech before that would throw them off your scent, "Hi guys," you pause for their screams, "I know you guys enjoyed Kali's energetic dance and Jian's amazing original song! For my segment, I thought we could have a little chill time and not to dampen your spirits, but I wanted to show you guys this heartbreak track that I wrote after watching too many sad rom-coms. I really hope that none of you guys can relate and if anyone ever breaks your heart, just send them my way, okay? I hope you guys enjoy it. This is '21'."

You let out a deep breath and remind yourself that this was the right choice. Your fingers glide over the keys perfectly like it's muscle memory from the year you've been working on the song. You send a prayer to higher beings that Mark won't kill you as you begin the first lines.

"I missed your 21st birthday. I've been up at home; almost tried to call you, don't know if I should. Hate to picture you half-drunk, happy. Hate to think you went out without me. I'm sorry if you blame me, if I were you I would. Thought you'd see it coming, but you never could. I still haven't heard from your family, but you said your mom always loved me."

Mark celebrated your 21st birthday with you. Public dates were not a thing in your relationship, but this man made every effort to make the best out of your situation. He kicked out your members from your dorm after enlisting their help to decorate the place top to bottom in rose gold banners and balloons. After taking cooking lessons for weeks previously, he had then covered your dining table with expensive cloth and filled up two glasses with wine to go with the steak that he had perfectly cooked all for you. He then took you to the couch and serenaded you with a love song about how much you mean to him and how thankful he was for you. On top of all that, you had boxes and boxes of presents to unwrap that were all thoughtful, beautiful, or meaningful. Mark Lee was the perfect boyfriend.

For Mark's 21st birthday, you were sat cross-legged on your sofa with your phone placed on the table in front of you, face up. It was as if you were waiting for him to be the one to call when you were the one who broke his heart just a few weeks earlier and asked to not be friends.

You were drinking the wine that he poured for you on your birthday and you were half-drunk, punching in his number on your keypad, because even though you deleted his number, you already knew it off by heart. There was just something in you that refused to carry it through. You were a coward and Mark Lee celebrated his birthday without you for the first time in 7 years.

"I see the look in your eye and I'm biting my tongue. You were the love of my life since I was young. When the night is over, don't call me up I'm already under. I get a little bit alone sometimes and I miss you again. I'll be the love of your life inside your head. When the night is over, don't call me up I'm already under."

Later on that night, you're lying wide awake and staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that you and Mark had decided to plaster all around your ceiling when you were bored one day. The crowd seemed to love the song thankfully and it was easy to get their energy back up. People placed meaning into everything idols did, so you weren't surprised at the people who were making guesses about your love life and the subject of the song. Whatever, they'd never get it right, anyway.

Your phone ringing cuts through the silence and you curse, hoping it won't wake up the other girls in the dorm. They're probably dead asleep from the high-energy concert anyway.

"You're still up?" his voice is grainy through the speaker.

"You're the one that called. Did you not want me to answer?" you quip back, "It's the adrenaline, I think."

"Touché. I was going to leave a voicemail, but this is better, I guess," Mark uttered, "The concert was amazing, by the way. I'm sorry we didn't come and say hello backstage, but we really enjoyed it."

"Thanks, Mark and thank the boys for me too, okay?" you instruct.

"Mhmm, of course," he replies, "That song you wrote was good, you know. But you might've as well called it 'Mark'."

You're laughing softly at his comment, "I should've changed the number, I know. But shut up- if you know it's for you, then why don't you follow my words? I said don't call me tonight."

"I've never been good at following rules when it comes to you," Mark sighs, "Plus, there's not a lot of times I can just call you up like this. At least I had something to say to you."

"You can always call if you want."

"Would you always answer?"

You pause to think, but Mark takes that as confirmation.

"Have you thought about what I said? 6 months ago when I asked if you wanted to be friends again? Or even get back together?"

"That question keeps me awake every night," you joke, "But today, when I was just looking out at the fans and greeting the idols that came backstage after the concert, it really made me think about how much I wanted to be doing all of this with you. I've always regretted what happened between us because it wasn't a choice I wanted to make. There are no words to describe the way that love manifests in front of you from the fans. I always find myself wishing you were still here by my side."

"Hm, cryptic. Is that an answer to my question or do I have to wait another 6 months to call you up and ask again?"

"How long are you going to keep asking?" you uttered, the feeling of disappointment taking over your body as you still couldn't find the courage to finally give in and allow yourself to be happy.

"Until you say yes again."

-

JULY 2020

The world was still shut as you knew it, yet you were halfway around the world from the place you grew to call home. Your company was generous to give you two months off to spend with your loved ones, and you chose to spend some time cooped up in your parents' house and your childhood home because even though there were so many quarantining requirements to get between the two countries, you hadn't seen your parents in almost 3 years.

Of course, you missed your members, but you lived with them and would continue to see them nearly every day for as long as you could keep your career going. Of course, you missed Mark, but it's not like you could go and see him anyway with the tough restrictions imposed on the Korean citizens.

There was also one big- scratch that- giant problem looming over your and your company's heads. The bane of your existence and public enemy number 1 Dispatch had dangled over your heads the threat of releasing the photos they had grabbed of you and Mark abroad in Vancouver at the start of the year. It wouldn't have been damning evidence considering it was the only photo set they had acquired of the two of you, but you were holding hands with your eyes clearly in view. 

Your companies had threatened to sue, of course, but Dispatch has never been scared. Then, your companies tried to play the guilt-trip card and interrogate them on why they would care to do such a thing when the world was suffering enough as it is. Alas, nothing got through to Dispatch. Eventually, your companies surrendered to pay a preposterous amount to get rid of the problem and it probably didn't even make a dent in SM's savings, but it surely hurt your growing but small company even if SM took the majority of the bill. 

It was completely eating you up and tearing your insides to know that because of your slip-up with Mark, the trainees in your company had to get their debut pushed back by a good probable few years.

Mark had been the perfect boyfriend, supporting you through your change to your new company and your short training period before your debut. Mark had been there to metaphorically hold your hand as you got to know the other girls and make lifelong sister bonds out of it. Mark had been there to cheer you on in the early mornings when you were doing your first few stages. Mark had been there when your first comeback did even better than your debut and propelled you to the top of the industry.

So why, oh why, were you thinking about whether being together is good for everyone involved? There you found yourself in a dark room, the phone next to your head as soft cries and hiccups escaped your lips.

"Baby, please tell me what's wrong. I hate when you cry and it's really hurting me that I'm not there with you right now. Do you want me to come there? Cause I will! I'll say I'm sick or something." he's rambling through the phone and you can hear that it's raining heavily in Seoul.

"Mark, you know that I love you right?"

"Of course I do," he coos gently, "And you're my once-in-a-lifetime great love. I love you too, baby. What's wrong?"

You don't even believe the words that come out of your mouth when you whisper them, "I can't do this anymore Mark. I think we need to break up."

"What? Y/N, this is not funny," his voice instantly turns serious.

"I'm sorry Mark, but I'm serious," you're sobbing at this point and you're surprised he can even still understand you, "I really don't want to do this but-"

"So why are you doing this? Look, let's just talk when you get back, okay? You're coming home soon, right? Or I can take a flight there, but baby, don't make these rash decisions- we're just missing each other."

"The guilt is eating me up, Mark," you confess in hushed tones, "I feel like I don't deserve to be happy. And every time I'm with you, I feel only this sense of anxiety about being caught together that I can't shake. I love you so much, Mark, but I don't know why I feel like this."

"Y/N, we've dealt with so much over the years and we've fought through everything together! We can work through this together, I promise. Just give me some time to think about what to do and everything will be okay-" he's crying now too and it breaks your heart to hear it because he barely ever cries, "I'll get the company to pay yours back what you paid to those assholes. Come on, baby."

"Mark," you whimper, "I ruined the company. I don't want to hurt my members either. Even if we admit to dating, imagine the hate that my group will face! I don't want to let them down any more than I already have."

"I'll tell the fans to not hate- Y/N just tell me what I can do to stop whatever this break-up idea in your head is. We're meant to be, Y/N. We're each other's perfect match."

"I don't love you any less, Mark. Please remember that. I need to do this for my members and for my company that took a leap of faith in me. I don't want to walk away from you, but I don't see any other choice. I don't want to hurt you or your members either. I can't be seen with you."

His voice is small and strained, "You're breaking my heart, Y/N."

"And I'm never going to forgive myself for it."

-

EARLY 2018

This was definitely the hardest decision of your life and it wasn't one that you took lightly either. It was something you had been thinking about for over a year and more intensely when the company started to press you on extending your exclusive training contract.

Herin Seo had entered SM just before you did and she lived and trained with you. She was your best friend outside of Mark and it broke your heart when she left the company only after 4 years in 2017. There were only a few months left on her contract, but she was desperate to get an out and an idol survival show finally gave her the motivation to break free.

Right now, she's taking the seat in front of you after setting down your favourite drinks from your favourite cafe that she still remembers, "Iced vanilla matcha latte for me and an iced oat latte for my best friend."

"You're the best Herin! My treat next time," you promise as you take the first sip. It's been a while since you've come to the café since it hurts to go when it used to be your spot with Herin.

"Well better be soon because I'm leaving in 5 days," she pouts, "I'm sorry I could only come to visit for a short time."

"It's okay. I'm glad to see you anyway after all these months," you grin, "How's settling back in Manchester?"

"I mean it's always been home but it took me a few months to really get to grips with the fact that I wasn't leaving after a week like I did when I would visit during my training. It's really weird to know England is now my permanent home and that I'm going to start school again there," she looks outside the large window that overlooks the river, "I really really miss Seoul."

You take her hand and muster your best comforting smile, "I'm really sorry that things didn't turn out how we wanted them to."

"Ha, it's not your fault Y/N. I mean, you're in the same boat; what are you planning to do with this contract thing?"

You sigh at the age-old question that's been plaguing your mind for months. In fact, your meeting with the company to decide your future was tomorrow and you still had no concrete idea of what you wanted, "I really don't know Herin. SM has been everything I've known for 5 years and everyone I love is at the company. I don't even know how to switch agencies or what happens at other agencies. At the same time, I know they're planning for a group soon, but I have this feeling that I can't shake when I think about it. I look at Jimin and Minjeong and my sweet baby Yizhou and I don't think I'm what the company wants."

"But they've invested so much time and money into you!" Herin furrows her eyebrows, "Surely they're building a group around you, Yizhuo, Koeun, Lami, and Hina! We were a pre-debut team! They can't just disregard all of you guys, right?"

"I wouldn't put it past them," you're fiddling nervously with your hands, "They've been good to me, but they're a business at the end of the day. I'm so torn up and I was thinking you could help me. How did you know that you wanted to leave the company?"

She thinks for a while before answering your question, "Well the survival show was just the reason why I left before my contract was up, but I already knew that I wasn't going to stay on and re-sign. For me, it just felt like I had more to give, but the environment I was in wasn't letting me grow anymore. I felt like there was nothing more I could give to SM. Even though Idol School didn't work out for me, I was still glad that I went."

You nod along to her story, "I haven't told anyone about this Herin. Mark's been bugging me about my terms for re-signing my contract, so I don't think it's even fathomable for him for me to leave."

"It's about you, Y/N. This is your story, your career, and your decision. There are going to be a lot of people that are going to be hurt or angry, but they will never understand what you're going through. Especially not the people who already debuted," Herin advises, "Look, talk about it with Mark tonight, and don't leave it until after your meeting because that might hurt more, but if he really loved you and wanted what's best for you, he would trust in your decision."

"You're right Herin. Thanks for being there for me."

So, you called Mark later on that night to come over. You had cooked up a few dishes for you to share and asked your dorm mates if they could give you a few hours for some alone time. Telling Mark was definitely going to be hard, but you couldn't imagine the conversation with the girls, who were going to be the most hurt. You remember when Herin left- you weren't angry, but you were overwhelmingly sad about the thought of the girl you started your journey with not being there anymore. That was when you started to question if you should still be there too, but you were scared to instill this thought in your other younger trainees that maybe thought they still had a chance.

"Hi baby," Mark is beaming when you open the door to him. He quickly shuts the door behind him with his foot and wraps you up in a tight hug, making sure to plant a kiss on your lips and then all over your face, "I missed your gorgeous face so much- oh my God the apartment smells so good! What did you cook?"

"Just some beef and rice," you lead him over to the dining table with the food set out already.

"Oh my gosh, you're so amazing," Mark smooches your cheek affectionately and takes his seat on the table. You had lived at the dorm for your whole time at SM and along the way, Mark had chosen his own seat at your dining table for when you had dinners inside, which was almost every date you shared.

You start with small talk, letting him eat and enjoy his meal before you inevitably break a little bit of his precious heart. You hadn't seen Mark for a few days since he was busy with some schedules, so he tells you all about the boys and what they've been up to recently. They're working on the biggest project NCT has ever done so far- a full 18-member release- and it's going spectacularly well. The album itself was a few weeks out, but each unit had been dropping some songs along the way.

"Babe, the company is throwing a release party when the album drops in a few weeks! Isn't that so exciting? They actually asked us what food we want at the party so we're all going crazy. I think Hyuck asked for a fondue fountain, so I'm dying to see if they'll actually give that," he's chuckling, halfway through his plate, "Do you have any special requests?"

Okay, deep breath. Now's the time. It's all or nothing.

"Actually Mark, I invited you over to talk about something," you begin and the smile on his face drops at your warning tone, "Please don't be upset with me."

"Ah, what's wrong?" he's pouting and you have to look away to get the strength to say what you need to. If you looked in his eyes any longer, you would find some reason to convince you to stay just for him.

"My contract meeting is tomorrow," you gulp, "I'm going to leave the company, Mark."

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor makes you cringe, "What? Y/N, what? What do you mean you're leaving the company? Where are you going to go? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just made up my mind today, Mark. I'm sorry I didn't confide in you, but this was a decision I had to make for myself," tears are welling up along your lash line, "I spoke to Herin today and I realised that the only thing making me stay any longer was you."

"But you're so close to debut!" he's arguing pleadingly, crouching beside you and holding your hand, "Babe, I can't imagine this company without you."

"I'm not Mark. You know that I'm not any closer to debut than I was when I joined 5 years ago. You're indispensable to this company, but I'm really not," you expressed, "I don't want to leave and I love you, your boys, and my girls, but I think this is what's best for me."

"But where are you going to go?" Mark sniffles, "I love you so much Y/N, but what's going to happen to us?"

You shake your head at his insinuations, "No, Mark. Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to us and I'll make sure that whatever company I join will know about us and protect us. I hope you'll find it in you to forgive me for this."

He stands up and wraps his arms around you from above, "I'm sorry for reacting this way Y/N, but there's nothing for you to be sorry for. I trust you, okay? I love you and I want you to do what's best for you. I know I can't make decisions for you, but I'll try my best to support you however I can."

You look up at him with adoration dripping from your eyes, "I love you, Mark. We're going to be okay, yeah?"

He brings his head down and connects your lips in the most love-filled way that your heart explodes in that familiar overwhelming feeling that Mark always seems to do to you, "We're going to be okay, baby."

-

LATE 2022

The world was playing a sick joke on you- it really was. There was no way your whole career wasn't just some April Fools' prank or that you weren't just the main target of some joke show.

You always prided yourself on being close with the company's staff and higher-ups. As a leader of your group, you felt that it was integral to your success that you were able to communicate your wishes and worries to the company and this gave you more creative freedom too. Apparently, the company too was getting more comfortable with you.

"What did you just say?" your eyes were incredulous, peering towards your sheepish CEO, "That's actually the worst idea I've ever heard in my life."

"Look, Y/N, you wanted a feature on your song," your CEO chuckles at your response, "I think this is an amazing idea."

"You're literally giving Dispatch a green light to release those photos. Do you want me to email you a picture of me and Mark making out so you can just tweet it from the official account?" you counter, "Why in the hell would having my ex-boyfriend feature on my solo debut title track be anything short of a terrible idea?"

"Mark is incredibly famous and incredibly talented," she begins, counting with her fingers, "You have high standards. We have a good relationship with SM Entertainment. Your fans love shipping the two of you together since you're in the same age group."

"He's also my ex-boyfriend. Is that not extremely problematic? Everyone will hyper analyse every interaction we have or have had and then they're actually going to figure out that we dated." you ponder, "The worst part of this all is that I know he would say yes if his company lets him."

"Exactly- he's your ex-boyfriend, not your current one. By all logic, he's now just another fellow idol or colleague that you can collaborate with. Anyway, SM will definitely say yes; look how many of their idols are in relationships or at least feature on tracks."

"This is all Crush and Joy's fault," you groan, looking at the pleased expression on your CEO's face knowing that she had won the argument.

When your company proposed the idea of having a solo debut to you half a year ago, you had vehemently declined the opportunity, citing it wouldn't be beneficial to your group as a whole and that you wanted to be known for your group and not your individuality. Your members, on the other hand, had different ideas and talked you into at least hearing out the company. You had really only agreed to the debut when they told you that they would give you full musical freedom and the help that you personally requested. It only seemed like a good idea when you realised that someone in the group needs to be the one to start doing solo activities so the rest of the group can follow suit. You've always known that Jian has been curious about acting.

So you find yourself swiveling in your chair in the studio, waiting for Mark to find his way to the room. It's your first time working together for your solo debut and the last time you had spoken to him was a text he sent you asking if you actually wanted him to feature on the track before he gave a response to his company. You begrudgingly replied a yes because even though you still didn't think it was a good idea, you couldn't imagine yourself working with anyone other than Mark. The industry was crazy sometimes.

The knocking on the door snapped you out of your thoughts and you jumped up to open it to Mark Lee holding two cups on the other side.

"Hey pretty. I got us some coffee," he pushes a cup into your hand and you move aside to let him in, "How are you?"

"Don't call me pretty," you mumble as you turn away to hide the blush starting to appear on your cheeks, "But I'm okay. It's getting busier with the holidays coming up, so you know how that is, but the company thought this time was a great time to work on my debut."

"I feel you," Mark grimaces, taking a seat on the other spinning chair, "Don't tell anyone but Dream is actually having another comeback. It's going to be out just before Christmas."

"Another one?" your eyes widen in shock, "But you just released 2 Baddies and I know you definitely have a repackage soon!"

"Yeah, it's hard to be part of both units," he sighs, "Cause our new album will be over 6 months out from Beatbox, but only 3 months from 2 Baddies. Whatever, you know I love what I do."

"Doesn't mean you don't get tired," you cross your arms, "Now I feel bad having you on this track. You are way too busy, Mark! Why didn't you or your company say no?"

He shakes his head to reassure you, "Nah, trust me Y/N; you're exactly the break I need from the boys. Besides, I've never had the chance to formally work with you, so why would I give up the opportunity when it comes? We always made a great team back then."

You smile fondly, thinking about all those times when you and Mark were young teenagers and would huddle up in the practice rooms writing songs together and creating melodies on your guitars.

"I guess we did. Anyway, have a listen to this track. It's just something I wrote a while ago, but it always seemed unfinished so I thought that a feature would complete it," you hand him a pair of headphones and gesture over to your laptop with the track already loaded up, "If you like it, you can do your part in the second verse, but otherwise we can start from scratch."

You watch his face as he listens to the song and you're endeared to find out he still carries the same habit of letting his face do all the talking whenever he's listening to something new. His head is bobbing up and down as he nods along to the song and you can easily tell which parts he likes.

"So, what do you think?" you inquire.

He has a grin on his face, "I love it! Honestly! It's a cute song about a crush, I guess?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to go with any song that's lyrically strong for my debut. This song's pretty unassuming and you know how important it is to the companies to have a general public-friendly song," you shrug. They didn't really explicitly give you guidelines, but you knew what the company was really looking for- a hit, "Can you work with that beat? I'll send you the song of course and you don't have to rush or anything."

"I'll see what I can do," Mark teases, "Can I get an insider sneak peek at the rest of the album? You know, feature perks and all of that."

You flush even redder than when he complimented you earlier, "I'm going to be so honest Mark, the whole album is about you. Every song I've written is about you."

He shrugs casually, "I would've figured. You're a big inspiration to my writing too. Is that a no, then?"

You decide that there was no point shying away from Mark's request, considering that he would end up hearing each and every song whenever your album came out anyway. Plus, the two of you were artists and you understood being each others' muse- good or bad. Mark had seen you in every vulnerable state possible. Showing him your songs that you were comfortable enough to release to the public anyway was nothing to you.

"You can listen."

You don't bother giving Mark any explanations for any song- he's the one that lived through these experiences with you. You leave him with your tracklist on the laptop and tell him you would leave him for a few moments to grab some lunch for the two of you in the company cafeteria. You were hoping it was going to be a quick trip down and back up, but you had run into a producer you were also working with on the album, and that gave Mark at least 5 songs worth of time alone.

What you hadn't expected upon returning was to find Mark crying softly, his sweater paws rubbing at his eyes.

"Mark? Are you crying?"

Your surprise caused him to jump up and frantically wipe away his tears, "Ha. That's a really sad album, huh?"

The guilt continues to eat you up from the inside out, "I'm not going to release all of them, I think. A few sad songs and fill the rest in with inconspicuous tracks."

"Well your songs are beautiful anyway," he gives you a pained smile, "You're an amazing writer. I just wish I wasn't the cause of your pain."

"Hey," you scold softly, bumping his arm with yours, "Don't say that. You were nothing but amazing to me. You made me so happy. It was just the circumstances around us."

He chuckled bitterly to himself, "If we weren't famous- if this industry wasn't so vicious, I would still have you?"

"Mark," you warn, but he cuts you off.

"Have you thought about what I asked you?" he interrupts, "It's been a year, you know? I still miss you."

"Mark, it's not that easy," you counter, "Nothing's changed!"

"It's either you want to be with me or you don't. Don't skirt around it and just tell me the truth, okay? It would really make working together easier if I know where we stand. I won't stop fighting for us until you tell me to stop, so tell me what you want, Y/N," Mark pleads, standing up to face you, "I'm sorry for springing it out of nowhere, but I need to know. I can't move on until I know to let you go."

You hate yourself for what you did to Mark. He was the boy that taught you how to love and how to love patiently, sincerely, and passionately. He was the boy that held your hand and rubbed your back when you cried and the boy that celebrated every success with you. He was the boy that told you how proud he was of you, even every time you felt like the world was collapsing around you. He was the boy who would lay kisses on your forehead and whisper sweet nothings in your ear whenever you faced another setback. He was the boy that made flowers bloom out of your heart from his kind gestures and the way he showed you how much he loved you. And if nothing else, Mark was the boy that made you happy.

You remember a conversation with your youngest member the night before. You had confided in her how nervous you were to work with Mark and she lectured you on finally letting yourself be happy. You were already a 4-year idol and Mark was coming onto 7 years. You weren't rookies anymore and you had solid fanbases. It was clear that the companies weren't extremely opposed to revealing that the two of you were dating back then, so she told you that it would be fine now. Kali told you, rather cliché-ly, that the heart wants what it wants and your heart has been screaming and begging from Mark since the second you ended that phone call with him all those years ago.

"Y/N?"

"Mark," you meet his eyes and melt all over again, "It's you, Mark."

Mark wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you tighter. The other hand reaches up to your face to brush your hair out of your face and cradle your cheek as he brings it up to his own face. Your noses are almost touching as Mark lays it all bare for you, "Do you love me or do you not, Y/N?"

"I do," the feeling is cathartic when you finally tell him and when he finally presses his lips in a searing kiss that sets off all the fireworks in your heart. The feeling of Mark is familiar, but the kiss is longing and hopeful and you can't get enough.

You're both panting when he breaks the kiss and he rests his forehead against yours as he laughs softly in relief. He's been waiting to do that for over 2 years.

"I need you back, Y/N. It's been the worst 2 years of my life," he whispers against your lips, "Please come back."

You smile when he opens his eyes. They're that shade you grew to love all those years ago and they're sparkling like the day he first asked you to be his girlfriend.

Nothing's changed in your environment, that's for sure. What you're also sure about is that each time you see Mark again, you feel a little braver and more courageous. Each time Mark tells you that he loves you even though you shattered his heart like glass, you feel like his love can get you through anything. Maybe you needed those 2 years to see what you were missing or maybe you were just stupid.

Whatever. All you know now is that even 2 years on, Mark Lee is still begging for your love and your brain is losing out in its battle against your heart. It might've taken you two years, but now you see that all you need is Mark Lee by your side to get through the torrential storm that was heading your way and that you were going to get out on the other side to a bright and sunny sky, as long as he was holding your hand and leading you.

You place a kiss on his lips that tells him all he needs to know, "I'm here, Mark. It's always been you. You've always been the one. Always."

[mazeinthemiroh]

hello!!!! i love ur work sm omg i’m so excited that requests are open <333 i wasn’t sure if they’re still open or not since your pinned says closed but if you did close them feel free to ignore this! anyways i wanted to a request a little skz reaction to their s/o complimenting them after they’ve had a tough day and are kinda doubting themselves? they’re the best boys and i refuse to believe otherwise

stray kids reactions to their s/o cheering them up after a bad day

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort

warnings: none

a/n: sorry i forgot to change my pinned when i announced requests were open 💀 my bad

chan

chan definitely has his bad days. and sometimes he feels like nothing, nothing will be able to lift his mood. but, to his surprise, you prove him wrong every time. without even meaning to, you will soothe his mind and somehow make his day better just by existing. just by being you. the natural praises that come out of your mouth when you talk to him make him realise his worth <3

minho

contrary to chan, minho doesn't have a lot of bad days. but that means, when he is faced with them, they hit harder than he would like them to. he really appreciates it when you're just there for him. when he's ready to talk about it, he will explain his frustrations. after this, you run your hands through his hair and tell him how proud you are of him. he would never want to admit it, but those words made him very emotional. you touched his heart deeply.

changbin

word of affirmation is important to changbin. when he comforts others, he tends to be very supportive with his words, showing that he cares whilst also trying to provide a solution. sometimes his own problems can't be solved. nevertheless, when you see him upset or sense he's worried about something, he really appreciates the praises and the words of comfort you give him. he realises, in these moments, how much he loves you.

hyunjin

hyunjin definitely relies on your words of wisdom and comfort. when he has bad days, he feels like there is a grey cloud following him, constantly there and something he just can't shake. even with loved ones around him, it's hard to shift out of his negative head-space. so when you leave your little words of encouragement ringing in his ear, telling him how well he did today, telling him how well he did always... he tears up. words such as these keep him going.

jisung

hannie can feel down about himself when he feels like he isn't doing enough. it hurts him, the idea that he should be doing more. the idea of being in a slump. he can't stand it. all he can think about is coming home and burying his face in the crook of your neck. and when he does this, you cuddle him close and praise him for how well he has done today. "you tried your best. and that's perfect to me." he will look up at you with shining eyes and whisper a 'thank you.' he is truly touched.

felix

unfortunately there are a lot of times when felix doubts himself. it can be quite disheartening to watch this sunshine boy talk badly about himself. he deserves to be praised because he doesn't give enough to himself. you recognise this and always try your best to offer sincere words of love and support. even if he might not believe your words at the time they are spoken, they will stick with him in harder times, and he will be grateful that you were there for him on those days.

seungmin

seungmin can get frustrated with himself if he isn't learning things as quickly as others or if he's not hitting the notes he wants to hit. you giving him compliments on these days, even if it's something small like 'you look handsome today', you know, something he hears every day, suddenly means a great deal more to him now that he's sad. you make him much, much happier.

jeongin

jeongin can get down about himself when he compares himself with others or makes little mistakes frequently. when he feels he isn't improving, his mindset can turn quite negative and he may feel disheartened. so he really does appreciate your efforts to lift him back up. it's nice hearing the good things he has done from the one he loves rather than his own negative thoughts.

[xomakara]

Closet Fun

SUMMARY |  Taeyong drags you into a closet for some fun quality time. PAIRINGS | Taeyong/Fem!Reader GENRE |  smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, pet names RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,344 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  This is the first time I wrote something about Tae lol. I hope it turned out better than I expected.

Bubu: Let’s have some fun together. We haven’t spent much time together. I miss you~

You scolded yourself as you walked down the hallways of your company. You were late, definitely late. You forgot about your date with Taeyong! You had a meeting with the creative department about your next album and were supposed to hang out with a few of the NCT members later today. You forgot to tell Taeyong ahead of time. You hoped he didn’t leave already.

You: Taeyong, did you leave already?

No reply.

You looked around the hallway and poked your head in a few of the studios, but no Lee Taeyong anywhere. You sighed. He must have thought you ditched him.

You decided to head home.

That’s when you spotted him walking down the hallway by himself, his dark hair disheveled and the first three buttons of his shirt undone.

“Taeyong!” You jogged towards him. “I’m so sorry! I forgot I had a meeting today, and I’m supposed to spend time with the boys. Maybe tomorrow?”

Taeyong shook his head and gave you a frown. “I’m supposed to be hanging out with Johnny and Doyoung tomorrow. They’ve been complaining that I’ve been ignoring them lately.”

You sighed.

You wanted to spend time with Taeyong.

You both had begun dating a little over a year ago and now that you were both busy with promotions, concerts and making music, you haven’t had time to properly go on dates. You had countless meetings with the company about your new album, while Taeyong was busy with NCT promotions. You’d try to catch him at lunch but he’s often whisked away by his members and you were often in conversations with other SM artists.

You both really needed a break.

He gave you a pout. You really wanted to just hug him and just spend some quality time with your boyfriend. You hated the idea of work always being the priority instead of your loved ones.

“This sucks, I really wanted to spend time with you today.” You thought for a moment. You could leave the boys alone for one day. Right? “I could tell the guys I have to stay late for work. They’ll believe me.”

Taeyong gave you his adorable smile. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go sweetheart.”

Before you both can take one step, you heard voices.

“Y/N-noona, where are you?” Mark yelled.

“We have to go soon!” Jisung yelled out through the hallway.

"Noona!" Haechan called out. "Where are you?"

“Aish, where could she be?” Jungwoo said to the boys.

You and Taeyong could hear the others’ footsteps getting louder and louder. Taeyong grabbed your wrist, and entered the nearest supply room, quietly closing the door behind you. The room was small and narrow, but it gave you enough room to move around just a little bit.

“I could have sworn I saw her with someone.” Jisung muttered.

"With who? One of the hyungs?" Haechan asked. "Thought they were busy?"

“Eh, I guess not. Let’s go.” Mark voiced out.

They walked away from the area. Both you and Taeyong sighed in relief. You listened to the footsteps fading away. Taeyong was behind you breathing on the back of your neck, his body touching yours.

Once you knew for sure that they were gone, you opened the door. You were about to open it wider until Taeyong stopped you. He pushed the door back close again.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Why'd you do that?"

Taeyong gave you a playful smirk. He leaned in towards, his mouth near your ear as he whispered seductively. There was a hint of teasing laced in that sentence that made your knees weak. “Let’s stay here for a while. We can have fun here.”

“Doing what?” You asked but you kind of knew what he was up to. Taeyong was always horny and tended to slip his hands under your shirt on numerous occasions.

He didn’t reply, instead he licked your earlobe before biting it. You gasped and jumped a little. No, you couldn’t do this right here, you needed to set an example to the kids.

Even though you knew this was coming.

“N-no, Taeyong, we shouldn’t- ah!” Taeyong sucked on your neck, hard. He lightly pushed you back against the door, your back only facing him. He licked your neck and gave you a light kiss.

“Don’t worry Y/N. They don’t have to know our little secret.” He whispered before tilting your neck, sucking and biting it. His warm hand went under your shirt, and unhooked your bra. Once the bra was loose, he used his free hand to grope your breast, causing you to moan.

Shivery feelings were swirling around your body. His other hand went to your other breast and the most extraordinary sensation shot through your whole body, making you tense. You reached up to grip at his hair but not too pull him away as he lathered kisses on your neck.

As he continued to mark his territory on your neck, he started to play with your nipples, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb. Using his other hand to go down your skirt, he slowly touched the hem of your panties.

“You want me to stop, princess?” He asked, licking his lips. He went under your panties, and stopped when his fingers lightly touched your throbbing pussy. You didn’t answer but bit your lip and waited.

Taeyong put one finger inside of you. “Do you want me to stop, Y/N?” He asked again, massaging your clit with his thumb.

You immediately shook your head.

“N-no... Oh god, keep going, Taeyong.” He added another finger, pushing his fingers in and out of you, fast and quick. “Fuck!”

Taeyong used his fingers to roam through your now wet core, hitting your g-spot again and again. You moaned and tilted your head back. His fingers were doing magic inside of you. Caught into the moment, you didn't know how or when, but the next thing you knew, Taeyong turned your head to face him.

He crashed his lips into yours, his fingers still pushing in and out of you fast. He dominated the kiss, entering his tongue inside of your mouth. Taeyong's other hand roamed your body. You moaned from his soft touch, continuing on kissing him back urgently.

He took his fingers out of you and grabbed your waist. Taeyong broke away from the kiss, and picked you up, legs now straddling him around his waist. He pushed you hard on the door. You gripped his waist more tightly with your legs and drew his head down for a kiss.

You thought you heard him groan. His hands traveled you and you shivered when one traced the underside of your raised thigh and brushed along the edge of your buttocks.

He pushed you up a little so you were steady. Taeyong put his hands on your ass, and cupped it.

​You tensed for a moment and you felt your pussy pulse with the need to be touched. "Taeyong..."

“Hold on babe, give me a minute.“ He told you as he unbuckled his pants. He needed to be inside of you. And you were wet and ready for him.

Before his hard length could enter your wet pussy, you heard voices and footsteps again. You both stopped and listened.

“Y/N- noona!”

“Yah, where are you?!”

“Sigh, don’t tell me she ditched us.”

"You think she's with Taeyong-hyung?"

"Can't be. Hyung has a schedule. At least I think he does."

The boys continued to stand in the hallway and talk. Jungwoo complained that he was hungry, Jisung and Haechan also agreed to the idea. Mark said he was bored and just wanted to sleep. It looked like they were not about to move for quite a long time.

“Screw this.” Taeyong whispered as he entered his length inside of you. You gasped and moaned.

This wasn't the first time you had sex with Taeyong. Your first ended up at NCT’s dorm when the rest of his members were out. Although it was the first time having sex in a public place.

“Keep quiet, princess.” He told you as he rocked his hips against you. You could feel the control in him, the tension, and you almost begged him to do it, to release whatever it was before you exploded. “You don’t want them to hear you moan. The fun would be ruined if we got caught.”

You bit your lip hard.

God this was hard, but Taeyong was making you feel really good. He went slow, steadying his pace so he wouldn’t cause too much noise. He got tired of it once he realized that his dongsaengs wouldn’t leave!

"You're so cute, babe. But get ready." He whispered in your ear and you began to blush furiously. "If they get their innocence ruined, it's not our fault."

Taeyong began slamming inside of you, hard, making you hit your body against the door. The feelings you were sitting in yourself were thrilling, but the look on his face was more so. You began to rotate your hips. He thrust fast and quick, continuing to hit your spot that made you melt and really moan his name.

“Did you guys hear that?” Haechan asked.

“Yeah, it’s coming from the supply closet.” Mark replied.

Taeyong didn’t care if the boys heard or not. It was their fault for not going away. He continued to thrust hard and fast inside of you. You bucked your hips and bit your lip hard.

It was getting too hard to control your moans. "Please..."

“Fuck, babe.” Taeyong whispered as he looked into your chocolate orbs. “Moan for me, princess. I want you to say my name. Scream my name.”

"N-no..." You shook your head. No, the boys were not going to hear you moan his name. You still had some dignity left. "Not with the boys there…"

Taeyong snorted. Fine, he was going to make you then.

You were about to come soon. He could feel your walls closing, tightening around his length. Using his right hand as he continued to thrust and hit your g-spot, he used his thumb to rub and pinch your hardened clit.

Oh fuck.

That sent you flying.

“Taeyong!” You screamed as you both came at the same time, causing the whole damn company to hear you call his name. "Oh fuck, Taeyong!"

“Oh my god, they're in there doing it.” Jungwoo uttered.

“Jisung, did you bring the recorder?” Haechan loudly exclaimed.

“No one told me anything! Why couldn't you bring it!?" Jisung countered. He covered his ears, not believing that his hyung was having sex in a public place.

"Because I never imagined this situation..." Haechan replied back.

"Y'all nasty, you hear me?! Ughh!" Mark yelled out.

After you had come down from your pleasure, Taeyong thrusted into you one last time before he released himself. He let you go as you both panted, helped you gain your composure and support your weak legs.

He adjusted his shirt and buckled his pants as you hooked back your bra up, smoothed down your shirt and fixed your skirt. You both looked at each other to see if you looked presentable enough. It was close enough although your hair was quite disheveled and his shirt was wrinkled.

Enough evidence on what took place in the supply room.

Knowing who was waiting for you both at the door, you opened it. Jungwoo, Mark, Haechan and Jisung were standing in front of the door with grins and shock on their faces.

“Enjoy your time, hyung?” Mark asked, looking at them up and down. "I hope you feel bad for corrupting Jisung’s innocence."

“Lucky.” Jungwoo mumbled under his breath. "If only I had a girlfriend."

"I think I'm scarred for life." Jisung voiced out, scratching his head. "Please get a proper room next time."

"You should be proud of yourself." Haechan pouted and crossed his arms. “You're so lucky I forgot my recorder. I was going to use it as blackmail.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Like it wouldn’t matter. We still had fun. Right, honey bear?”

"Please, stop calling me that." You whined. Taeyong had such a weird habit of calling you by different nicknames. Who calls their girlfriend honey bear?

"Okay then... Momma Honey Bear~" He gave you a smirk and playfully slapped your butt. “You especially enjoyed it huh? Right, babe?”

"Oh shut up, Taeyong." You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder as he began to chuckle. "Although it was in a supply closet, at least we managed to spend some time together. Sorry about that, boys."

Taeyong chuckled before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss, the boys showing their disgust. "Why don't we spend time with the boys together? Dinner’s on me."

"Yes! Feed us hyung!" Jisung screamed out, happy that he was finally getting fed.

"CHICKEN!" Haechan yelled out as he skipped down the halls, Jisung running after him.

"Jungwoo, we should order the most expensive item and let Taeyong-hyung pay for it!" Mark called out.

Jungwoo turned on his hyung. "Good because you had us waiting for a long time."

Watching as the boys ran ahead, Taeyong wrapped an arm around your waist as you both headed to whatever restaurant the boys decided to drag you to. He kept looking at you, a grin on his face.

"Why do you have that stupid look on your face, Bubu?" You asked.

"Because you're my moon and stars." He boldly said. There he goes making you blush with his cheesiness. "I love you, babe."

"I love you, too." You leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Now shut up and walk before the boys end up getting carried away and order everything on the menu. They eat a lot."

Taeyong chuckled and gave you a light squeeze. While you crossed the threshold of the restaurant, he leaned down and whispered, "But honestly, princess. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Hell, yeah you did.

[soolh1k]

hii,i love the way you write and i’m totally obsessed with your blog<3,can i request skz reaction to reader not having a very supportive and caring family? thank you anyway,love youu

Skz comforting you for not having a supportive family

notes: thank you sm!! I really appreciate your words, i really hope you like this 💗english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))

type: narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: a little bit angsty but some fluff at the end, let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! :))

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𓆙 Chris Bang

"Sorry, you weren't supposed to see that, Chris." "Hey, lovely, don't worry." "I'm serious, Chris. I don't know why my family is like this; it seems like they don't like anything I do." You sat on the couch while taking off your high shoes. "Don't say that, dear. They might not be the most helpful people, but you don't have to feel bad about it. I'm here, and I'll always be here for you, my dear," he said as he sat beside you and put an arm around your shoulders. "Thank you, Chris. That's what I needed to hear. Seriously, you're the only one I can count on," you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "There's nothing to thank me for, lovely. I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you so much," he returned the kiss. "I love you more, sweetheart."

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𓆙 Lee Minho

"What's wrong with them?" "Minho, calm down, they've always been like this." "And that's not right, my love. Even if they're your parents, they should respect you." "I know, but you can't do anything to change them, Minho. Relax." "You can't let them keep treating you like this, dear. Whatever happens, I'll always be here with you," he hugged you by the shoulders. "Thank you, Minho. I didn't plan on going back there anyway. If I have you by my side, that's all I need," you gave him a tender kiss. He simply returned it and smiled at the end of the kiss. "I love you, never forget that, dear." "I love you too, handsome."

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𓆙 Seo Changbin

"It's not fair, not at all. Let's go back; I don't care if they're your cousins. You should've said something; that was very disrespectful of them." "Binnie, it's okay! They've always been like this; you don't have to get upset." "THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS?? THAT'S WORSE." Apparently, this made him three times more upset. "Love, calm down. You shouldn't have even paid them any attention; they're disrespectful jerks. But there's not much to do. You can't change people like that. Let's just go home and watch some movies or go for dinner, okay?" "But if we hang out with your cousins again, I won't hold back, okay? They don't deserve respect if they don't give it." "Yes, my love. Relax now. Come on, I love you a lot. Thank you for protecting me," you gave him a small kiss on the hand, which made him blush a bit. "I love you too, my dear."

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𓆙 Hwang Hyunjin

"If you don't cry, I'll cry because your mom is really mean to you," he said sounding sad.

"It's always been like this, you know? My brother is a big favorite of our parents, not me. They always wanted a boy, so there wasn't much love left for me when my little brother was born. But it's not his fault," you sighed softly at the end.

"Now I'm going to cry, my dear. You deserve everything good, and I promise, I'll give you everything when I have the chance," he stopped you on the path to give you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you a lot, Hyune. Thanks for being here for me. Don't hate my little brother, I really love him."

"There's no reason to hate your brother, sweetheart, or your parents. They're just not my favorite people," he chuckled a bit.

"They're not my favorite people either, don't worry."

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𓆙 Han Jisung

"Sorry, Hannie. My sister has always acted like this. She believes she's the best and no one can be better than her. Also, sorry for how she behaved. I'm really sorry, Hannie." "Don't say sorry. You already told me about this, and I prepared myself mentally. Don't worry, dear," you laughed because you noticed I didn't take it too seriously. "Thanks for standing up for me, love. No one had ever done that for me." "You're mine; it's the least I can do. You know I love you, and I'll always be here for you. I'm your special person, and you're my princess," you laughed heartily. What he said was very sweet, but in the end, you like him, and you like everything he says. "Haha, don't act silly. Stop saying such things." "You turned red," he teased while giving you a little kiss on the forehead. "Be quiet" was all you could say back.

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𓆙 Lee Felix

"With all respect, what the fuck? Love, how did you grow up with a family like that? I feel sorry for you, my little angel." "It was hard, yes, but you learn to handle it. Don't worry, my love. I've been to therapy," you lightened the mood with that last comment, giving a playful wink. He simply laughed lightly. "Your difficult experiences, your jokes?" "Exactly, but seriously, I don't want you to take everything they say too seriously. I learned that not everything they tell me is true; sometimes they say things just to bother you." "But still, my angel, what they do is not right. Every time you think about going back, you'll have to take me with you. I need to protect you," you simply nodded as you hugged him tightly. "I love you, princess." "And I love you too, Lixie."

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𓆙 Kim Seungmin

"I'm going to act like this never happened." He said jokingly "Please, how embarrassing, I'm really sorry." "Don't feel embarrassed; it's not even your fault. They don't know what they're talking about, dear." "I don't know, Seung, they've always been like this. They make me feel so bad." "Don't think too much about it. You are a talented, special, and beautiful person. You deserve everything in this world. Don't let them bring you down," he turned to you with eyes full of love. "No matter how long it takes to make you believe that, I'll be with you to the end. I love you even if I don't show it much." "Thank you, Minnie. I love you too, more than you can imagine," you gave him a small kiss.

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𓆙 Yang Jeongin

"Forgive my aunts; they're nosy gossipers." "Don't worry, love. I don't take it personally," he made that little joke so you wouldn't get too stressed. "But they're rude. It seems like they only care about money, and I want you to know that I didn't fall for you because of that. I've never thought about dating you for your money. They're just jealous because they don't even have a husband," he chuckled lightly, finding it amusing how your aunts were bothering you. "Relax, my love. I won't listen to what they say about me, okay? I know the kind of person you are, and you're totally worth it, sweetheart. Thanks for being with me all this time. I love you more than you can imagine. Next time, I'll stand up for you, alright?" "Yes, love. Thanks for being there for me even though those rude ones started saying things. I love you so much. Stay with me forever," you smiled sweetly.

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