#super junior fanfics

[gayashawol]

guys, please send me requests. i love making people happy/laugh/excited for my content!!! i’m really open to anything really! even if it’s not shinee, or any sm entertainment artists, i wanna do my homework and give you the best i’ve ever given!!!

(i am open to angst, fluff and smut!! please look at my intro for more information!!)

[bobbyseyesmile]

enemies?

Summary: just a little fun with the person you hated most

Characters: fav bias x reader | enemies to ? 😌

Warnings: sexual content as in dry humping, cumming with clothes on, 18+

🔞 MINORS DNI below cut! 🔞

“You’re kidding, right?” the shock in your eyes was visible to all your friends, especially the one who owned the car.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m so sorry… I brought the car with seven seats-“

“But we are eight!” your voice was embarrassingly high, it happened whenever you were stressed or angry. A trait you definitely hated…

“I know, I’m sorry! I miscalculated… You can sit on ___’s lap, it’s only a 30 minute drive anyway.”

You turned to face your biggest pain in the ass and he raised his eyebrow. “Why him?” “Yeah, why me?”

“Because it’s the last seat and not suspicious if we have an extra person in a seven-seater. I’ll make it up to you, I promise! I’ll buy dinner for you.” your friend gave you an apologetic smile and you shook your head. “I get the logic that I’ll sit in the last seat but not why it should be on ___’s lap?!”

“Guys, please, we are already super late, there will be no more parking spaces. Let’s go!” You faced your other close friend and rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a baby-“ he responded “It’s a short drive and ___ doesn’t bite. Go get over your dislike of each other for the sake of the group.”

To say that you were pissed and uncomfortable was an understatement but you decided to just bear it for the short drive. As soon as you sat on his lap and the car moved it pushed you closer to his torso; you tried to scoot away but his hands rested on your hips and you threw him an annoyed look. “Calm down, you got no seatbelt I just try to keep you from killing yourself.”

You huffed but soon the awkward touch from his hands melted into the background and you relaxed a bit. After ten minutes or so your leg slowly went numb and you tried to shift your weight to find a more comfortable position. The grip on your hips got stronger and you turned your head to ask what the hell he thought he was doing but his eyes were closed. Maybe he dozed off?

You decided to let it go, shrugged your shoulders and scooted a bit to the side when he pulled you to his chest, grip strong and his jaw clenched. “Sit still, dammit.” he groaned and you rolled your eyes, trying to free yourself from his hands. “Y/N! Stop moving!” his voice was deeper now, almost a low growl.

“What is your probl-“ you spat but then you felt it. Right there. His bulge pushed against your sex and you immediately went still. “Thanks.” he whispered, cheeks flushed and eyes closed once again. You swallowed and tried your best but the position you were currently in proved to be a strain on your back. If you could just move a little bit forwards… The moment you moved his fingers dug into your skin and both of you released a quiet moan. “Shit, Y/N…” he whispered and you tried to turn around but regretted it the moment you met his eyes; filled with lust and shame. You felt exactly the same.

“S-sorry…” you muttered, trying to concentrate on anything other than the aching between your legs. You could feel the wetness pooling inside your panties- shit, you needed this, it had been too long since your last orgasm.

___ noticed your heavy breathing. “Well…” he whispered and licked his lips. “Finish what you started.” Those were the magic words and you carefully began to rock your hips against his hard member.

“Everything okay back there? You’re so quiet, I thought you would have killed each other by now.”

“We’re fine.” ___ answered nonchalantly and you were glad as your voice would have definitely gave you away. “Faster, baby.” His forehead pressed against your back, hands guiding your rocking hips. “You’re gonna make me cum in my pants, fuck.”

You almost moaned out loud but bit your lips to restrain yourself. Your pussy was drenched by now, the hard cock underneath you hitting the right spot over and over and you felt your high approaching.

“I’m close…” you muttered quietly and felt his hum against your back, sending a wave of goosebumps over your body. “Come on, baby… make yourself cum.” ___ flexed his thigh and it brought you right over the edge, fingers clenching around his knee and his hips pushed against you one last time before he released a quiet moan into your sweater, cock twitching and you felt it even through both of your pants. You closed your eyes, reminiscing in the bliss of the best orgasm you ever had while your abused cunt swollen and pulsing in your pants.

“Fuuuuck…” he hummed “That was the hottest shit ever.” all you could do was nod, unable to speak.

“Okay, we’re here. You did it without killing each other. Good job.” Your shared friend laughed after parking the car, meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror. “Yeah-“ you answered shakily, quickly exiting the car to get some fresh air. ___ sat still for a few more moments, making sure his boner wasn’t visible anymore. His eyes met yours and an unspoken truth lied between you;

After that there usually would be no way you could ever be in the same room again. But you also knew that both wanted more.

[theblossomingofluigi]

Chapter 22: I am my brother’s keeper

Summary:

The tables turn and turn again. And once the beast is unleashed, there isn’t much you can do but run.

Content Warning:

This chapter contains depictions of intense violence, including graphic descriptions of destruction, injury, and death beyond what is typically portrayed. Reader discretion is advised.

[fictionsoul]

Can you write Yesung sleepy or sleep fluff please thank you💖

OMG! This is my first request and what a sweetie idea!!! I'm thankful with you for send this and hope the little story fill your expectations 😘

A promise in the night

Fem!reader x Yesung

Synopsis: After an successful concert both of you go to home but your tired boyfriend begins to make sweet promises full of tender words and little affection displays.

Warnings: None. Just is time to enjoy the fluffiest side of Yesung.

w/c: 2.1k

A promise in the night

Music was blaring throughout the venue. The mix of sounds lifted the atmosphere and made everyone scream with enthusiasm.

Of all the times you had attended Yesung's solo concerts, this was perhaps the best night of them all.

People were chanting as if their lives depended on it, some were jumping in place waving their lightsticks to the rhythm of the music and Yesung, he left every ounce of energy on stage as he closed the show with a cover of his favorite band: "c.h.a.o.s.m.y.t.h."

The rhythm of his breathing remained relaxed, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of the high note that would end up draining all his energy.

The performance left everyone in attendance with a good taste in their mouths, not only talking about the idol's great performance but also about the production. This time the agency had bet a big budget for the lighting, the VCR that was shown on the screens, the strips of paper that fell at the end of the concert and the pyrotechnics that took everyone by surprise.

Once it was all over, the lights on the stage slowly dimmed and the audience area was tinged with a delicate blue that slightly illuminated the aisles towards the exit of the venue.

The singer left the stage followed by the staff who helped him get rid of all the wires that connected the headphones and microphones with the sound boxes that were still hooked to the waistband of his pants.

The energy hadn't left him.

He still had to change his clothes and do a live stream on instagram to thank everyone for the great moment he'd just had. And while all the magic was happening, you were waiting for him in his dressing room.

Your hands played with the edge of the concert t-shirt you wore as you watched them come and go in every corner of the small space designated for the dressing room.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" you finally interrupted as he looked desperate in the middle of a sudden search.

"I need to find the car keys," he slipped his hands back into his pockets as if they might magically appear there.

His image was terribly tender. His confused look as if he was trying to remember the last place he saw them and his hands in his pockets looking for something that obviously wasn't there. All he was doing without using any garment to cover his still naked torso.

"Go finish getting dressed. Remember that the keys are kept by your manager."

You smiled calmly and patted his back so he could recover the order of his thoughts and get going before that enthusiasm for the concert left his body.

Yesung took the clothes that were on a chair and walked to the small makeshift dressing room. This time his posture had relaxed and his movements were slightly slower. He was losing the battle against fatigue.

Once he finished changing his attire, he sat down in front of the table where the gifts that some fans had sent to congratulate him on the successful completion of his tour were placed. He placed the phone in front of him and started his live broadcast.

You saw him smiling at the camera, making tender gestures and gesturing with his hands while making hearts with his fingers in different positions.

The best part was to see how he carefully read some comments and answered the questions of his fans, he even sang some parts of the songs that were requested. Yesung was in an excellent mood.

His eyes finally took off the screen and fixed on you for a few seconds. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, at least they did until he said goodbye to everyone and ended the broadcast.

"You did well. Congratulations," you murmured, standing up to move lazily over to where he was sitting placidly. "You had a lot of fun and the audience was amazing tonight."

"It was exhausting. Let's go home."

Standing up he put his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as both walked towards the exit of the venue. The fans had left due to the concert schedule and you finally found some peace in the silence that the night evoked.

The sound of cicadas filled the silences and the moon offered a wide smile to the curious who looked up to see it illuminate the firmament. It was a beautiful night, a special night.

With lazy footsteps both of you reached the back door of the car that the manager had parked on the road that passed in front of the venue.

You got in first, took a seat and opened the window to let the night wind cool the interior of the transport. When Yesung got in, the car started to move towards his apartment.

"I'm sleepy," he muttered heavily. He felt his eyelids had a will of their own and refused to stay open any longer, "I'm tired."

"Sleep a little, lie down on my legs," you offered, giving a couple of gentle pats on your lap.

The idol didn't refuse or even put up any resistance, he just leaned back on the seat and slid lazily until his head touched the warmth of your lap.

The softness provided by your thighs was better than any pillow. He could stay like this for the rest of the night until the sun came up and he had to return to his usual activities.

Noticing the intimacy of the shared moment, the manager turned off the lights inside the car and slowed down the speed at which you were moving. You thanked him for his kindness with a slight bow that he could see through the rearview mirror and he returned the gesture with a sympathetic smile.

The interior of the car was dark, the only light that barely illuminated the idol's face was the one provided by the street lights that occasionally slipped through the window when the car stopped just below the lamps. With one of your hands you did your best to provide some shade to cover Yesung's eyes to allow him to continue resting.

When he noticed your gesture he smiled tenderly and finally opened his eyes. One of his hands took yours and kissed your palm gently. A warm gesture, one that made your heart fall for him again. As soon as you sighed he smiled fully and released your hand so he could lightly caress your leg.

"I love you" he murmured in a raspy voice due to the tiredness and exhaustion in his throat from singing at the concert. "You are the love of my life."

You were used to his kind gestures, to the displays of affection he had at home and the honeyed words with which he showered you with compliments, but none of that had prepared you to withstand the wave of love that grew inside you like a tsunami threatening to overflow through tears.

"I'm sure I love you more," you declared with conviction, stroking his hair softly, letting your touch relax him again.

"I don't think I deserve so much."

How was it possible that this man could make you feel so loved, so valued and yet so greedy as to desire more of his love?

You smiled smugly and continued stroking his hair, lightly rubbing his scalp to relax his mind and allow him to relax in the middle of the traffic and the long road ahead.

"Did I already tell you that I like your hands?" he whispered, taking your hand to place a kiss again but this time on your knuckles.

"What else do you like about me?" a smile of amusement sweetened your words.

"Your smile, especially the one you think I don't see when I'm composing a song," your heart skipped a beat and he continued speaking, "and your hair which tickles me when you lie on my shoulder or against my chest."

A laugh vibrated in your throat making him smile lovingly.

"Tell me how I can make you like more things about me," your hand continued that slow, distracted movement over his hair, "I want you to like me more."

"Stay always by my side" a yawn interrupted his words, followed by a deep exhalation, "you don't need to do anything more than that."

"Is it that easy?" you whispered, catching the yawn.

"And yet you're the only one who can do it. The only one I want to do it."

You couldn't hold back any longer and bent down to kiss him. To show in that gesture everything he had made you feel at that moment.

Your lips brushed his with a light caress, silently asking permission to deepen the gesture and finally being well received. His hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you a little closer despite the awkwardness of the position.

The slow–steady–loving kiss became longer and longer, interrupted at times by the need for air and from time to time to take a new angle.

Once both parted, the manager cleared his throat avoiding at all costs making eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"We have arrived. I've got to go."

The heat in your body rose and concentrated on your face. An intense blush illuminated your skin and your words got tangled preventing you from articulating any coherent sentence.

"Thank you, you are the second person I love the most," Yesung joked as he got out of the car and extended his hand to help you out.

Both of you walked towards the apartment, letting the comfort of the space embrace yous in a warm welcome.

"I'll go wash up," you announced once you shed your footwear to put on the comfortable sandals you always wore indoors.

"Let's go to sleep," Yesung implored, taking you gently by the wrist. A pout accompanied his expression. "I'm too sleepy and I can't wait."

"Go to sleep, in a moment....

You couldn't finish the sentence because Yesung picked you up from the ground carrying you princess style. His arms suddenly seemed perfect for you to sleep in, as if they were a cradle that lulled you with parsimony.

Instinctively you snuggled against his chest and without resistance let him carry you into the bedroom. Gently he deposited you on the mattress and playfully plopped down on top of you and then rolled into his space on the bed. Keeping up with the rhythm of things he pulled you to him allowing you to use his arm as a pillow.

His chest rose and fell against your cheek, his heartbeat thundered in your ear causing you to yawn at its constant and gentle rhythm, evidencing your tiredness.

"You're tired," he said, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Thank you for being there until the end."

"You said I needed to stay with you forever to make you like me more. I'm trying hard," you replied in your drowsiness.

"I like you even more now," his playful and exaggerated voice sounded like he was worried about it, but you knew he was just teasing you. "What are you going to do when I fall in love with you completely?" The tone of his voice dropped as did the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat.

"I will keep my word. I'll stay by your side forever."

"Thank goodness," he lowered his head and caressed your lips with his, "you must take responsibility for what you do to me."

His embrace grew tighter, as if he feared the moment would fade away in his arms, as if he was worried that you would pull away at any moment.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him slightly away, so that your gaze could reach his. Then you raised your hand and contracted your fingers into a fist, leaving only your little finger extended.

"I promise I will stay with you forever."

Smiling with genuine sincerity in his eyes, he intertwined his little finger with yours to seal the promise. A childish pact but meaningful for him.

He brought your hand to his lips and clasped it against his heart as his eyes closed from exhaustion.

"I love you," he said again, this time without hesitation, in the same real and spontaneous way he had said it inside the car.

"I love you more," you repeated, thinking of the dialogue both just had.

"I'll try not to."

Those were his last words before you felt his weight give way against the mattress. He was asleep and yet he kept a silly smile on his lips, the evidence that next to you he was spending the happiest moments of his life.

Your lips reached his and you deposited a soft kiss so as not to wake him. It didn't take long for your body to surrender to sleep. For you to sleep knowing that at dawn you would wake up happy in his arms, knowing that the next day he would love you more than he did today.

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[fanfics-and-bullshit]

Daisy Babysitting

Daisy, digging through fridge: What do you want?

Junior: Chaos

Daisy: Unfortunately, but not so tragically, I only have chocolate milk

[sleepysock13]

I meant to post this teaser like last Friday oopsies!

Anyways! Next update March 8th :D

[texanredrose]

Commission I got from @silvireal

I just wanted a pic of the 5 Fallen from the bratty bottom Lute series. This is fairly early in the series, before reconnecting with Lute. From left to right: Lefty, Tits, Junior, Righty, and Ass. I’m thinking of having it be that any heavenborn who rejects their halo can hide their wings because they do look good without them.

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

Masterlist

GIFset here

all fics are now cross-posted on ao3

I write Super Junior x female reader, usually in second person.

I'm pretending it's 2009 again and we're using the citrus scale:

🍊: SFW | 🍋‍🟩: M | 🍋: NSFW | 🍇: NSFW+ there is no grapefruit emoji so we improvise

🍤: porn without plot | 📖: storytime | 🐑: fluff | 💢: angst

Stand Alone Fics

Lilacs (Donghae)🍊🐑 Only You (Donghae) 📖 part one 🍋‍🟩 | part two

Series

First Kisses with Super Junior 📖

Leeteuk 🍊🐑 | Heechul | Yesung 🍋‍🟩💢🐑💍| Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Blind Dates 📖

Leeteuk | Heechul | Yesung | Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Submissive Super Junior 🍋🍤

Anniversary (Donghae) 🍋 Jesus on a Leash (Siwon) 🍇

Super Junior Reverse Harem 🍋🍤

Massage Rock, Paper, Scissors

NSFW Alphabets 🍋🍤

Eunhyuk Donghae 🍋🐑

HEADCANONS

Aftercare with Super Junior Breaking Up with Super Junior Calling Them "Oppa" for the First Time Cooking with Super Junior 🐑 Dirty Talk with Super Junior 🍋 Dominating Super Junior Dry Humping with Super Junior Getting Bred by Super Junior Pet Names with Super Junior 🍋‍🟩/🍋 Spanking with Super Junior 🍋 Spanking Super Junior Spitting with Super Junior 🍋 Submitting to Super Junior Super Junior in Panties Talking Dirty with Super Junior 🍋

GIFset here

[neptunemooon]

About Ruby’s SM Family

Boa

She looks up to her Boa unnie so much she always says she is a great role model to look up to.

They are both Catholics, and they bonded over their religion and their love for animals.

Ruby and Boa have a close bond that they have gone on multiple trips together.

Boa is a shy person, and Ruby is an extrovert, but somehow, they get along so very well. Per Boa

TVXQ

As a fan of TVXQ, it was a dream come true to get the chance to debut in the same company as them.

She looks up to both members and is always grateful for the advice they both give her.

When asked who her favorite member is, Changmin, but her all-time favorite is Kim Jaejoong.

Super Junior

She's close with Kim Heechul, Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, and Henry.

Ruby and Heechul had a fantastic year sharing an apartment, filled with joyful memories, even though they had to move out due to some noise complaints from neighbors.

Eunhyuk and Ruby become close after the two MCs together on Weekly Idol.

Kyuhyun and Ruby used to be neighbors, during the time Ruby debuted. Ruby used to invite Kyuhyun over to her apartment all the time for dinner.

Henry is one of her Canadian friends. The two are so close that Henry has Ruby under one of his emergency contacts because he knows that she will answer no matter what.

Girl's Generation

She is close with Tiffany, Sunny, and Yuri.

She is extremely close with Tiffany, her Cali sister. Tiffany took Ruby under her wing when she became a trainee in SM and helped her when she moved officially to Korea. The two are always seen spending time together either out in public or appearing on each other's social media.

Yuri is her party, unnie. Ruby has mentioned before that Yuri always knows how to make her smile, and when she wants to go out, Yuri is the first person she always calls. Also, Ruby mentioned once that Yuri is her favorite member of Girls' Generation since their debut.

Sunny is her other Cali sister, and the two immediately became close friends. All thanks to Henry who introduced them. Sunny is always inviting Ruby to go out to eat.

Sunny, Henry, and Ruby are known as the loud trio of SM.

Shinee

She is close with Jonghyun (RIP) and Key.

Jonghyun was the first member of Shinee that she met. He was always so supportive of her and always there for her. Ruby always mentions Jonghyun as an artist who inspired her to be her true self.

Key is the person she always calls to go out, whether it's shopping, eating, or just walking around.

She is also close with Onew, Minho, and Taemin, but is extremely shy when she's around Taemin since his her celebrity crush. The other members of Shinee always tease her about her crush on Taemin.

EXO

She's close with Baekhyun and Chen.

Ruby and Baekhyun are known as the Golden Retriever duo of SM. The two are so loud and chaotic together that they have been banned from doing live broadcasts together.

Chen taught Ruby how to improve her vocal skills, as Ruby struggled to hit high notes. They developed a close bond through their shared love for ballads.

Red Velvet

She's close to Joy and Irene.

Ruby refers to Joy as her soulmate because they instantly connected when they first met. The two are frequently featured on each other's social media accounts, and Joy has made numerous appearances in Ruby's vlogs. Additionally, Ruby composed and produced a song for Joy's solo debut.

Ruby and Irene share a relationship similar to that of an older sister and a younger sister. When Ruby became a trainee at SM Entertainment, Irene immediately took her under her wing. Despite her busy schedule, Irene always made sure that Ruby was eating well and getting enough rest. When Ruby had her debut showcase, Irene was one of the SM family members who came to support her.

NCT

She's close with Taeyong, Johhny, Yuta, Mark, Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle.

Taeyong is her best friend, and the two do everything together. They frequently visit saunas and have even enjoyed half-body baths together. They are often seen hanging out in public and sharing moments on their social media, which has led to rumors about them dating. However, these rumors were quickly denied by SM Entertainment. The pair also have matching friendship rings and have promised to get matching tattoos.

Johnny is Ruby's American friend, and the two of them immediately bonded over their passion for fashion. Johnny loves to tease Ruby so much that fans affectionately refer to them as the Tom and Jerry of SM. They are so close that Johnny has invited Ruby to his house for dinner when she visits Chicago, and Ruby's family always invites all the members of NCT to their homes when they are in California.

Ruby refers to Yuta as her lost brother because they act like siblings around each other. Taeyong introduced them, and they immediately bonded over their love for rock music and horror.

Mark, Jaemin, and Jeno are Ruby's brothers from the 99 & 00-line group. The three of them always take care of her, especially during award shows or when their schedules allow them to spend time together. Among the trio, she spends the most time with Jaemin. They are often seen going to coffee shops, working out at the gym, or staying home to order food and watch movies. Jaemin frequently invites Ruby to his house to visit his parents, who adore her.

Aespa

She has a close relationship with all the members and calls them "babe" when they are together.

Ruby and Karina love to spend time together, whether it’s going shopping, working out, or grabbing a bite to eat. Ruby always calls Karina when she wants to go out because Karina is always up for anything. Ruby describes Karina as having the most selfless heart and feels that she has to look out for her so that others don’t take advantage of her kindness.

Winter is her introverted friend; these two are like Ying and Yang, opposite. They always bond over teasing Karina and their love for food. Fun fact: Ruby tricked Winter into trying vegan food, and Winter never noticed.

Giselle is Ruby's go-to girl when it comes to anything. They always make music together in their free time and hope that SM will allow them to release music as a duo soon.

NingNing and Ruby have recently become closer, often seen together at fashion events. They share many common interests, particularly in music artists. In a recent Instagram live, Ruby mentioned, "I just came back from spending time with Vivian. Our schedules matched up, and we decided to take advantage of that. Especially when you're in a foreign country and don’t know where to go—why not explore with your friend and get lost together?"

Riize

She hasn't had the opportunity to get to know all the members of Riize, but she is friends with Eunseok since they trained together for a while before Ruby debuted.

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[autiacorart]

donghae with a dragon egg from my best friend's adorable story uwuwuwuwuwuwu

[perch-the-cat]

Apocalypse Au Announcement

Um so I kinda gave up on the posting a chapter of my apocalypse au series every Monday, as you can tell I keep forgetting, so um, here's links to all 3 parts on Wattpad and A03, and if I'm being honest, if I were to post a chapter every Monday for all 3 parts, it'd probably take 2+ years because I keep forgetting a week... so I just posted it all 3 at once onto Wattpad and A03 (I gave up on Quotev, like hell anyone is gonna be reading it on there [plus it'd take a lot longer for it to have all 3 published])

So here's the links

Wattpad 1/2/3

A03 1/2/3

I am going to make a Google website with stuff about it, so yeah.

A03 for some reason doesn't allow for me to add cover art so here's the cover art. Have fun reading! (If you want the other concept art it is on Wattpad and on the website)

[byunbhyunz]

Lead and Gold 7.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring

Word count: 2,874

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

Previous | Next

You don’t exactly remember when you fell asleep. All you could focus on was the feather-light touches on and around your nipple. You felt something soft and wet trail a slow path up to your left one from your rib cage. Cool air licked your skin, making your nipple harden even more.

The fog cleared from your head as you woke up, memories flooding you. Ah, you fell asleep in the shower, barely remembering Eunhyuk carrying you to bed. It was almost morning, when the night finally ended for you two.

You let out a breathy moan as the man sucked your nipple into his mouth. His tongue slowly circled around it, then gave it a rather harsh bite.

“Did no one ever told you how rude it is pretending to be asleep?” His voice was raspy, but playful.

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your own wetness making your skin slick before answering Eunhyuk’s question.

“Not pretending. Just enjoying certain pleasures.”

He hummed thoughtfully at that.

“Ah, yes. Certain pleasures… and pains.”

Upon his last word, his mouth was back on you, biting so hard this time, you knew it will leave a bruise. And you didn’t mind. A little reminder for you.

Just as you thought back the multiple orgasms and positions you enjoyed with him, Eunhyuk slipped his hand between your thighs, stopping for a moment when he felt the slickness on your skin.

“And here I was thinking that I perfectly satisfied your hunger. Yet, you are just as wet when I first tasted this sweet pussy of yours.”

His hand wandered further up, until he finally reached your core, instantly slipping a slender finger inside. You opened your eyes at the sensation. His dark ones mirrored the hunger you felt.

He shimmied closer on the cheap, white sheet of your bed, pushing his hard dick into your side. Your mouth filled with saliva as you remembered how it felt on your tongue last night; the face he made when he came into your mouth was divine.

You let your thoughts run free. You pushed Eunhyuk on his back and lowered yourself on him without hesitation. He was harder than ever. Your moans echoed back from the empty walls.

‘The only thing we haven’t tried from his little list,’ you thought, and started to slowly move on him. Up and down, sometimes rubbing yourself back and forth for your own pleasure.

He had you on almost every surface your apartment could offer, yet you never got to riding him. What was it that he said? Watching your breasts move as you ride him? Then that’s what he’s gonna get.

You kept switching your rhythm and directions. Eunhyuk’s gaze flickered between your breasts and eyes. He looked at you like he figured your little game out. How you wanted to make him loose his mind before your only night together ends.

And he seemed to remember your words, too, since he never made a move to touch you since you sat on his dick. Furrowing your eyebrows, you realized how wrong you were. You grabbed his hands, placing one on your hip, making the other grab your breast. His dark tattoos made a nice contrast with your ink-virgin skin.

“I thought you wanted full control while riding me,” he said; dark eyes glinting with mischief.

“I changed my mind.”

You lowered yourself, stealing a quick kiss. Eunhyuk had other things on his mind. His hand left your nipple and grabbed the back of your head, not letting your lips get too far from his.

“I changed it, too. Touch yourself while riding me.”

Your hand immediately followed his instruction, sensually rubbing your clit, but not before dipping your fingers into his mouth to make them wet. You were eagerly waiting where this was going.

“Good girl,” Eunhyuk breathed into your mouth. Now both his hands were on your thighs, only helping you move, but not taking your control away. “Do it as you would when alone. I want you to make yourself come on my dick. I want you to fuck yourself with it.”

Momentarily, he closed his eyes and took a sharp breath as you sank particularly fast and deep on him after a few shallow moves. Only then did he continue.

“Use me for your pleasure. I want your tight little pussy flutter around me. Want to feel it trying to strangle my dick as it pulses during your high.”

His words made things to your body. Or maybe it was the combination of your fingers on your clit and his dick constantly hitting just the right spot in you. Whatever it was, you came with a strangled scream just as his last words left his mouth. Eunhyuk seemed to follow you to your high – his hands gripped your skin, locking you in place. You felt his dick pulsate in you.

After a few seconds only your labored breathing could be heard, and you giddily chuckled to yourself. You were laying on his chest, not caring for a thing in the world, only listening to his rapid heartbeat and enjoying the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Did this night help you with your problem with me distracting you?”

Your voice was quite, not wanting to move just yet. But you had to. Your alarm went off, and Eunhyuk was faster on his feet than you could shut the damn thing off.

“I’ll tell you soon.”

He threw the words at you over his shoulder. After finding and putting his clothes back on, you could only hear the door closing behind him.

After getting ready for work, you met Shindong across the street of your apartment. He was thoughtful enough to not say anything about his boss not leaving until half an hour earlier or your tired appearance. And you never asked if he had to sleep in his car because of it.

Watching houses and shops pass by through the window, you unfocused your eyes, not really seeing the outside world. Sometimes a person here and there managed to catch your attention: like a little girl almost running into the street. His mother caught her wrist in time, luckily. Or the old man walking on the pavement with a cane and a few heavy looking shopping bags. A teenager approached him, taking over some of his load. Moment like these restored your faith in humanity. It made you think of your job, that it was worth spending all those long hours at the hospital. You could never knew how many people you saved from mourning their loved ones.

A man also caught your eyes. You only saw his back, but you were almost certain it was him. Not knowing his name, just his face. It was burned deep into your memories, haunted you in your nightmares. Not that you would ever admit it to anyone.

Taking a quick look back as you passed by, you watched the man disappear through the door of the police station.

With furrowed eyebrows, you turned to Shindong. A glance at you, and he knew something was troubling you.

“Just spit it out.”

“I think… No, I know I just saw my attacker walk into the police station.”

Shindong didn’t reply immediately. Didn’t even look at you. Focusing on the road ahead, he maneuvered the car in the traffic almost elegantly.

At a red light, he asked:

“The one who visited you at the hospital?”

“Yes. Why would he go to the police?”

“Maybe he decided to give himself up for breaking into your place and beating you.”

You snorted at that.

“I never even made a report about it.”

“And you never will. We handle these things in our own circle, not by dragging the police into it.”

Another long pause.

You only spoke up again when Shindong stopped the car at the hospital.

“Then why would he go there?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

Lately, wherever Jung was at work, you were there, too. It was unsaid, but he took you under his wings. Not one soul dared to say he became your mentor, but the fact was apparent to anyone. Even the whispers about his secret work halted.

Nurses were the first to notice Shindong’s presence around the hospital: him coincidentally appearing wherever you and Jung were. Some of them were smart, coming to a conclusion that he was guarding someone. But they couldn’t figure out who; you or Jung. And when nurses knew something, soon after the whole hospital would know of it.

Maybe that was the reason why Ryeowook rarely looked for your company as of late.

Jung was on ER duty, you tagged along. He didn’t tell you to, you seemed to follow him a lot.

He was a smart man. Smart and had the talented hands of a surgeon. You wanted to be like him one day: cold and cynical in the operating room, only focusing on the task at hand: saving the person’s life who laid on his table.

Being in the ER with Jung meant two things for you: learning from him and taking over a nurse’s tasks. You enjoyed it, because Shindong never followed you here.

The day was slow. Nothing big happening, surprisingly. A woman who cut her finger off while making dinner, a kid who fell and hit his head (their parents were fretting over him a little too much, which seemed to annoy Jung, you noted), a lady with migraine.

Jung was sipping on some coffee in the break room, while you were waiting on some lab results regarding a patient with heavy abdominal and lower back pain. Most likely kidney stones, according to Jung.

The doctor himself seemed to be really immersed in his drink, so you didn’t expect his next words:

“You were late today.”

You only cocked an eyebrow at him, not knowing where this was going. He sighed, when he finally looked at you.

“You have not once been late from work since you started here.” Taking a sip of your coffee, you stole a glance at the closed door of the room. Your silence encouraged him to speak more freely.

“I drove by your place last night.”

You decided to play safe by being nonchalant about his words.

“And?”

“I saw Eunhyuk’s car outside your place. You can imagine my surprise, when I found Shindong sitting in your car and he informed me what you were possibly doing up there.”

You heaved a sigh. You couldn’t place the accusing tone in the doctor’s voice.

“What does it have to do with anything?”

“Eunhyuk may saved my life more than once, Y/N, but I have to warn you! Don’t mix business and pleasure. He is good to his people, but being emotionally entangled with him… It won’t end well, trust me.”

“Who said anything about emotions?” Your voice was cool despite the topic. Your face heated up when Jung placed a warm hand on yours. His eyes were almost begging.

“I have known Eunhyuk for years. Never, not even once have I seen him so obviously show interest in a woman. Even if it as you say, with no emotions involved, you are putting a target on your back. A much bigger one than you already have on you. I don’t want to see you get hurt again… or end up heartbroken.”

It looked like Jung was finished with the conversation. He drank the last of his coffee, put his mug in the sink and left you alone with your thoughts.

And oh boy, they were a swirling mess.

You wanted to ask Jung what he was doing last night at your place. Wanted to know what he meant by him never seeing Eunhyuk showing interest in women. But mostly, you wanted to know why the doctor was trying to protect you so much.

Deep down, you knew he was right. You were only going to get hurt in the end. Emotionally or physically, you didn’t know yet.

Jung kept his mouth shut about Eunhyuk for the rest of your shift. He talked about common things, politics, even asked about your mother and your plans for visiting her. You dismissed the latter topic with a roll of your eyes.

You loved your mother, but on many occasions her love and worry for you could be overwhelming. Phone calls here and there, rare visits was your way of communicating with her. Especially now. You wouldn’t want Eunhyuk’s enemies get to her. They couldn’t get you to talk, they might try to make you by hurting your loved ones.

After a quick shower and changing back into your clothes, you were informed by Jung that Eunhyuk had requested both of your presence at his place. His words, not yours. The pompous ass, you thought.

So you all got into your car, Shindong driving without really telling you where you all were going. You tried to pay attention to your surroundings, but it was late and you were tired. The less you knew about the mafia boss, the better.

The area where you finally stopped was one where even you wouldn’t dare to live. The street was empty, the houses looked abandoned, but in some windows you saw lights flickering. A place for homeless people? Or for men with illegal businesses.

It looked like Jung knew his way around here, as he lead you to a ragged door, Shindong following closely. The doctor’s three knocks were almost inaudible in the night, but someone on the other side was expecting you, because it opened immediately.

You recognized the young man you patched up a few weeks earlier. He greeted you with a smile that didn’t match with the place or the work he was doing. It was honest and warm, but again, he was young.

“Good to see you again, Doc!”

You struggled to remember his name, so you just nodded at him with a tentative smile.

The boy remained at the door, and Shindong went forward, leading you where you were supposed to be. You seemingly went down to the basement. The place was large and quite disgusting. It was mostly empty, save for the chair in the middle that Eunhyuk was currently occupying. Donghae stood close to his right.

You looked at him. Your skin warmed and something in your stomach churned when your eyes met. He spoke up, his gaze falling to a man you haven’t noticed yet. But when you did, all air left your lungs. Even heavily beaten and painted with bruises, you recognized the man who broke into your home. The one, who hit you into a concussion.

“Is it the one who beat you up?” There was something dangerous in Eunhyuk’s voice. You wouldn’t call it anger. It was much more sinister.

“Yes.” Your own voice was quite. You couldn’t rip your eyes away from the man kneeling in front of the mafia boss.

“Is it the one who you saw this morning?”

Of course Shindong informed him about who you saw on your way to work. You also noticed how Eunhyuk never mentioned where the man was going. You couldn’t decide whether it was intentional or not, so you kept your words to the minimum. It wouldn’t be that your bodyguard haven’t told him every detail.

“No.”

Eunhyuk hummed, his next words came out yonderly:

“I was never fond of moles. And by the looks of it, you have one attached to you. What a shame you won’t be there to alert your little boss.”

Then, he lazily lifted a hand, signaling something to Donghae.

It’s as if you watched it in slow motion. By the time Eunhyuk let his hand back down, his most trusted man had a gun in his hand, pointing it at the man on the ground.

The sound of the shot was loud, your ears rang as it echoed back from the walls. Your body seemed to freeze in place. Blood splattered on the dirty ground and the man tumbled forward lifelessly. Shindong moved a little closer to you, you felt his presence on your side, which weirdly made you feel safe.

Locking eyes with Eunhyuk, the world seemed to fill with life again. You heard Donghae bark into his phone for someone to get there and clean up the mess.

Jung cleared his throat as your bodyguard said:

“It was too merciful of a death for the bastard.”

The mafia boss emerged from his seat, maneuvering around the dead body, all while keeping his eyes on you. At the flick of his hand, you heard Jung and Shindong leaving from behind you.

When he was finally standing in front of you, you let out a ragged breath, you didn’t know you were holding back.

“It wasn’t enough. I am not finished with you yet.” The seductive undertone in his voice did things to you, but Eunhyuk just waved at you to leave. So you did. But anticipation made your head fuzzy for the drive home, and only in the car did you realize that Eunhyuk caressed your hand before you left.

Jung’s warning from earlier kept repeating in your head while you tried to fall asleep that night.

[bethecliche]

social media au - being an idol dating kim heechul

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yn - so happy to announce... the ladies are back! come celebrate our 14th anniversary with us #1⃣4⃣ #💿

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user - WHAT

user - if this is a dream please don't wake me up

user - is it going to be only a fan song or promotions too? we want content give us content!!!!

member5 - should we tell them more? 🫣

yn - keep them guessing 😶‍🌫️

member1 - we are UNSTOPPABLE ❤️‍🔥

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member2 - my favorite album of us so far

yn - you're always spoiling member3 - sis 🤦‍♀️

user - i just missed my queens so much

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yn - girls over flowers 🌼 it's always a bless to be mocked by my favorite brothers @/knowingbros_jtbc see you 20:50pm at jtbc 🤍🖤

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user - so happy to see my faves back on my favorite show

user - i've waited TWO YEARS to see you guys on knowing bros again and its not even the full group 😭😭

user - they're promoting on radio shows user - be happy they got time to do this for us

user - didn't heechul deactivated his account why he's here like her posts lol

user - can't wait to see you and heenim flirting again

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kimheenim - back by popular demand

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user - HANDSOME

user - how can you be so pretty?

user - please don't deactivated again we miss you a lot

user - wonder what made him come back

user - obviously trying to get that like from yn user - he kinda thrist trapping tbh

user - did he... did he just cut his hair after yn saying she likes his hair short?

user - one things for sure this man knows how to give fanservice

user - thanks yn i like his hair short too 🥵

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user - i'm proud to be part of this story

user - QUEENS

user - for more 14 years with you

user - hotties 🥵

user - CAN'T BELIEVE I SAW UNSTOPPABLE LIVE

kimheenim - it's always good to see you perform. i felt like watching your debut all over again

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user - now that he comment can i say heechul seemed too excited when he appeared on the screen?

user - i've noticed too! he was so happy user - i know you guys want to create a big fanfiction about it but let's be honest their groups are friends for so many years now. it is just it: friendship. user - girl let us dream

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kimheenim - i'm just the best at taking photos 📍 gangneung

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user - omg are you traveling with donghae?

user - have a nice trip babe

user - hope you rest a lot

user - just saw donghae's story i hope you two are having fun

leedonghae - give me credits for the second one

kimheeninm - hmmm.. no?

user - GUYS GO TO YN INSTAGRAM

user - im gagging

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user - my beautiful mermaid

user - isn't that gangneung?

user - is she traveling with them?

user - maybe just a coincidence?

user - i didn't want to be the first saying this but i'm sensing something here

leedonghae - it was so fun 🥰 let's do it again soon

yn - i've missed you brother 💞

user - i love their friendship

user - it's not the first time they travel together but heechul tagging along is kinda sus

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user - holy shit

user - they look stunning

user - i wasn't expecting it at all

taeyeon_ss - 💘💘

kimheenim - bringing the beauty 🕺💃

yn - we look so cute!! no one can tell we were fighting right before these pictures

kimheenim - you were annoying me yn - just told you to stop staring at me like a fool kimheenim - annoying~ kimheenim - you were looking splendid kimheenim - i couldn't look away

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yn - we are matching! @/kimheenim

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user - 👀👀

user - loving how you two are getting closer and closer everyday

user - i give it one month until the dating news

user - tbh i feel like they're dating for longer than we think

user - i won't support it

user - please don't date him

user - i'm not sure how to feel about it

user - thank god it's not up to you, random person on the internet

user - it's always sweet to see 2nd generation idols being friends

user - "friends"

kimheenim - thought you didn't like my long hair

yn - i'm changing my mind yn - you just look too pretty kimheenim - 😳😳

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user - he went for ANOTHER show?

user - just hop on stage next time

user - if i'm an idol i'm dedicating my time to go to concerts everyday too

user - see how he took a picture of her

user - they're playing lol together too 🥹

user - i remember when member2 said she wanted yn to play with her and yn said a big NO... now she's playing with heenim 😆

yn - it always give me peace to see you in the crowd 💙 i adore you

yn - and next dinner after the show is my treat!

kimheenim - shut up you're not paying anything when you're with me

part 2

inspo: @rosones

[theblossomingofluigi]

Chapter 17: All is Calm Before the Storm

Summary:

Bradley returns to Vashella, Mario and Luigi grapple with their emotions after their fight, and Luigi finally opens up about his feelings. Secrets are revealed, dresses are tried on, and koopas indulge in some high times. Plus, Happy Storm Day!

[fictionsoul]

Wrong date

Fem!reader x Yesung

Synopsis: Your friend arranges a blind date with a kpop idol, however that person thinks they are in the middle of a drama casting and acts their best until you both realize that you met for completely different topics, thus making way for a fictional romance or perhaps a real one.

Warnings: Slow burn, probably grammar mistakes, writen with female pronouns and a few use of "(Y/N)"

w/c: 4.8k

Wrong date

Clothes were piled up on the bed mattress. Plain, patterned or stuffed fabrics adorned the sheets as if it were a patchwork work.

Shoes piled up scattered on the floor, getting in the way of your movements. From time to time you kicked them off so that you could keep pulling out more clothes that would surely end up piling up with the rest.

You sighed in frustration and plopped down on the mountain of clothes wishing you had something better to do, regretting not having rejected your friend.

You had never faced a classic female "I–have–nothing–to–wear" crisis before, and it sucked that it was at a time as important as that.

You picked up a denim skirt and placed it in front of you to assess whether or not it looked good. Unfortunately it didn't seem to fit the mood you wanted to create either.

Was it so hard to get a good match? You had so many clothes at your disposal that you could open a boutique and still couldn't come up with something pleasing to the eye. For a moment you thought that the problem was you, that maybe it didn't look good on you.

Your hands brushed the soft cotton fabric of a pink t-shirt with small lace details at the edge of the neckline. It was a simple but pretty and comfortable piece.

You quickly dug through the mountain of clothes you had accumulated to find a denim jacket. Finally everything seemed to be starting to come together and your outfit at least looked good in your imagination.

The denim skirt you had discarded ended up being perfect to complement everything.

You understood perfectly well that this was a blind date and that, therefore, your friend refused to tell you absolutely nothing about the person you were going to meet.

The mystery only heightened the anticipation and also upset your nerves. You knew your friends and at least you could rest easy knowing that none of them would lead you to someone who could do you harm.

You placed a cap on your head and then evaluated the option of putting your hair in a braid because of the heat outside.

Maybe it was better to leave it loose.

No, you definitely had to pin it up so you could move around comfortably in case he wanted to do something where your hair could get in the way.

You ran your hands over your hair before brushing it to get rid of the knots in it. As you went along you were also thinking that you still had time to curl it.

But no, that would mean being willing to have frizz ruin everything and you really didn't want to mess things up just because of a problem with your hair.

You dropped your head on the dressing table in your room. You were already starting to regret going on that date, you shouldn't have let your friend talk you into such madness. He was a stranger, a complete stranger whose name you didn't even know, so you shouldn't care what he thought of you. But you did and it was unavoidable, you didn't want to disappoint anyone and that included the stranger.

You started pinning your hair and then you segmented it into three strands that you intertwined into a braid. There, now everything was in order.

You opened one of the drawers of the cabinet and took out a makeup case. You wouldn't put on anything over the top, just something discreet so as not to appear careless with your appearance.

You mentally listed everything you had to prepare to check if you were ready to leave the house. Your clothes were in place, your makeup was on, your shoes were comfortable and your sunglasses were inside your bag. Everything was ready.

You left the house and immediately returned to grab a folding umbrella in case the weather changed and the clouds decided it was a good time to flood the city.

You went out again and this time you closed the apartment for good. Before you started to move forward you breathed hard and let the air out with a big sigh.

You could no longer back out, there was no room for regrets and you had nothing left to do except to go on that date hoping that only good things would happen.

You had no hope of meeting the man of your dreams, of course not, but at least you hoped to meet someone who could be a great friend, one of those you could count on through thick and thin.

Your feet advanced at a leisurely pace, unhurried, enjoying the sunny morning that illuminated every corner of the city.

Walking to the agreed place was helping you to calm your nerves. Your lungs were filled with fresh air and your mind was cleared of all doubts while you observed everything around you.

That morning definitely looked like something good was going to happen, something special was going to come into your life. With that scoop in mind you continued moving forward without being aware that you were smiling more than you normally did.

The noise of the cars sometimes brought you out of your reverie, the people walking around you suddenly seemed to be happier. Maybe it was the effect of spring or maybe it was your positive mindset working miracles on the rest of the world.

"Would you like to buy apples?" asked a woman selling the fruit at a street stall.

You accepted her offer and took one of the plastic bags laid out on the wooden table. Although you didn't plan to bring fruit to your date, you didn't have the heart to tell the woman that you didn't want her fruits.

The warm and exciting morning embraced you as you walked along without a care in the world. You felt full, as if everything was conspiring to make the day perfect. You really wanted everything to go just as you had planned.

You were at the crosswalk, with the traffic light allowing only a few seconds for you to cross to the other side. With one foot on the road you decided to run until one of the drivers sounded the horn to warn you about the light change.

"Hurry up. I'm late for the casting," whispered Yesung as he watched you run to the other end of the road.

He had no time to waste. His manager had told him about a girl who was looking for an idol to fill a supporting role in one of her productions. Although his acting career was short, he had always wanted to get rid of the thorn of not having done a project with a romance plot.

Still with his mind set on the kind of role he had been cast in, he tried to run through a couple of elaborate lines to play his part well.

The manager had also commented that the audition would be discreet but direct. A girl would arrive at the local coffee shop and play a participant on a blind date.

It was a very simple role and a rather… peculiar test. He just had to play it well, to be someone charming.

He had no idea what to do on a blind date because he had never been on one before, but there was a first time for everything. He would let the person in charge of the casting guide the test and he would improvise as he went along.

His appearance was good and his basic manners admirable. There should be no problem. He had even, and as hard as it was for him to admit, watched a few rom-com shows to extract some knowledge of what was supposed to be expected of his role.

Maybe he felt nervous, but who wouldn't. His last appearance in a production had been as a detective in a movie. A detective who didn't appear for more than thirty seconds on frame. He hoped this time would be different.

Unwilling to hope for anything more, he parked the car outside the establishment and went inside to finally wait for the moment when the producer would make her appearance.

You were so confused, there were two coffee shops side by side and your friend never told you which one. Her message clearly said "has a wooden door" which was the worst description of a place because both establishments had doors carved out of the same material.

Trying to follow your instinct you opened the door and the bell hanging from the ceiling made a harmonious sound as soon as it came in contact with the door. This was how your arrival was announced, and it was also how you saw the boy who was to be your date.

Yesung lived up to what your friend had told you, "He was a boy who had the aura of an idol."

Indeed the description fit him perfectly and you were grateful for that accurate description because there were too many lonely people who seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Good morning," you greeted as you were the one who arrived relatively late, "I'm (Y/N), I was told I had an appointment with you."

The singer swallowed and offered you a seat at the table by placing himself behind the chair, arranging it for you in a gesture full of courtesy.

This was his chance to get the part, so he would try his best. It would be the perfect date, he suspected you would admit no less.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. I brought some apples I just bought on my way here," you commented nervously.

You didn't understand what else to do, it was your first blind date and you were afraid of messing things up. Even the guy had dressed up for it, he looked like someone out of one of the dramas they broadcast on TV.

"Nice to meet you," he finally greeted.

It was just as his manager had mentioned. You had come straight to the practical evaluation and he felt that his skills were not enough. You made a grand entrance, moving between the tables as if in slow motion, smiling broadly at him even though you were a couple of strangers.

Now he was beginning to doubt his abilities. What was he supposed to say?

"Do you want to eat something here or would you rather go somewhere else?"

"This place is perfect, after all I love coffee."

He liked it too, that was a good sign. At last he had found a common ground.

"Well, for your information, my family has two coffee shops," he commented proudly.

And it wasn't a lie, they both belonged to his brother, and his brother was his family, so he wasn't lying.

"It must be fun to run them. To be able to make your own coffee or come in at any time and smell the espresso machines… it must be like being in paradise."

"Plus they sell desserts there too," he smirked, "it's quite an experience."

"I'd love to see them," you declared dreamily.

You could have bitten your tongue before saying such a thing. You barely knew him, you couldn't be inviting yourself to one of his stores just because you said you liked coffee.

"I'll see what day is convenient for us to meet there."

His tone of voice was soft, cadent and charming. He could be there reciting a political speech and you couldn't care less because his voice held you spellbound and with a silly smile on your face.

"And what other things do you like besides coffee?" asked Yesung carefully.

He had informed himself and made notes of the forbidden topics on blind dates and work and income were listed there, so he couldn't ask what you did for a living, though clearly he knew you were part of a production company and probably knew he was an idol. Questions about that could be skipped to perfection.

"I love ice cream, walks outdoors and cycling, I also read and go to the movies from time to time," you commented without the slightest idea of what else to say. Splurging money on unnecessary things like that apples was also a common activity, but surely men wouldn't find that funny, so you decided to omit the comment. "I'm also good at doing manual labor."

None of those activities seemed to fit the profile of a drama producer. Except for reading, because somewhere there must be inspiration to record all kinds of stories.

"And what do you like to do?" you asked distractedly, staring at the menu on the table. "The lemon pie with meringue looks delicious."

"I like to sing and go to concerts, I also write and drink coffee. I'm not a regular walker unless I'm taking my dogs for a walk."

"Do you have dogs? Are they big or small?"

"Yes, they are two females" the idol took his phone out of his pocket and looked for a picture in his gallery, one that showed the animals in question. "It's them two" he handed it to you so you could see who he was talking about, "they are Kkomin and Melo."

"They are beautiful," you exclaimed, admiring the image.

Yesung could tell that your interest was genuine, for your eyes sparkled as you looked at the picture. He thought your smile was pretty too and your looks were cute. You were actually a great candidate to succeed on a blind date.

For a production company you were very good at acting, your method sometimes made him forget that this was acting and not a real blind date. If things went well maybe he would ask you out formally and not on a sudden impromptu date.

"What do you want to order," interrupted the store staff.

Yesung shook his head to change the direction of his thoughts. He felt like he was watching you too much, staring at you intently. It was as if he couldn't take his eyes off you.

You both ordered different dishes and waited in silence. It seemed that the topics for chatting had come to an end.

You were comfortable sitting across from him, but that didn't mean you valued that silence because it seemed too heavy and visible to ignore. But you didn't want to interrupt him either. It was a dilemma.

"Is something wrong? Are you all right?"

Yesung's voice brought you out of your thoughts.

His face was too close to yours, showing you his beautiful features and a concern that seemed sincere. You had no idea what he had seen on your face to be concerned about, but you needed to get your thoughts in order to get through the date.

"It's all right. I was just thinking about the work I have to do. Lately the work has been… exhausting."

You mentally chided yourself for complaining about your work. You didn't hate your role as a photographer, but you also didn't love it when the editing work piled up.

"And what do you do for a living?"

He was waiting for an elaborate answer. He wanted to see where you'd put it. Maybe you'd make up a job.

If you said some job in the entertainment industry then things would be smoother and more comfortable, but if you mentioned something like craftswoman then he would be completely lost because he couldn't bring anything interesting to the conversation.

"I'm a photographer. Sometimes I work with magazines and sometimes more with events like weddings. It's a fun job."

It would be easy to deal with you, he decided as soon as you gave your answer.

"I have a large collection of cameras in my apartment, most of them snapshots. Would you like to see them?"

You jumped in place. You didn't understand if he was inviting you to go to his house because that collection really existed or if it was a trick to take you to a more "private" space.

You were curious, but who wouldn't be, yet you also doubted because technically he was still a stranger.

"Why do you collect cameras?"

It was time to act. That question was clearly an invitation to judge his improvisation.

He reviewed in his mind what explanations to give, whether being honest would do or whether he would have to improvise as he went along. Although he could make up a more interesting story, you seemed like the kind of person who valued honesty.

"I like to travel abroad and I tend to take a lot of photographs. My fans like to see this kind of material, and although it started out as a way to satisfy the image fans had of me, it ended up being a hobby that I really enjoy. I like to have the cameras and select from among them the one that best suits the kind of shot I want to achieve."

You understood exactly what he meant. As much as modernity could work miracles with image quality, there were things that only old cameras could capture.

"I would love to see those cameras. You are a very interesting person."

Your smile seemed to light up something inside Yesung. Suddenly his gaze changed at your kind gesture.

He knew you were a good actress, but he didn't think he would fall for your charms. That smile was driving him crazy, it wouldn't let him take his thoughts away from you.

In the middle of the talk he found himself constantly wondering if the answers would please you or not, if you would find his personality interesting or boring. At first he thought it was for the sake of listening, but as time progressed the doubts increased.

He wasn't looking at you as if you were the executioner who would decide whether he got the part or not, but as a real blind date. As a potential partner to whom he had to satisfy your curiosity.

The order came and you began to taste every bite of what was in front of you.

Your cappuccino tasted delicious and the tiramisu cake matched perfectly. The mixture of the chocolate, cheese and coffee in your mouth was too pleasurable, so much so that a moan escaped your lips as you savored everything.

"Do you like tiramisu?"

"This one is delicious, try it."

With your fork, you cut a piece of the cake and placed it in front of the idol's mouth, patiently waiting for him to taste the bite.

Feeling like improvising during his audition, he grabbed your wrist and directed your hand with the fork towards his lips. It was an intimate and defiant gesture, especially since his gaze never left yours. Once the taste melted in his mouth he nodded his approval.

"It's really delicious. Now I regret my choice," he smiled and showed you his slice of strawberry tart. "The cheese goes better with the coffee than the strawberries."

"So let's share"

You took the knife between your fingers and carefully split your slice, then balanced it with the cutlery and placed it on Yesung's plate.

He couldn't understand it. Your performance was so natural that he felt mildly incompetent. You seemed to make no effort to play that blind date role while he was a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty, calculating his every answer, analyzing your every move.

Yesung took his knife and did the same as you, depositing half of the strawberry shortcake on your plate, sharing the dessert he had ordered.

"I don't normally eat desserts," he smiled as she remembered she had to keep a strict diet, "but today seems like a good time to set it aside."

"I'm flattered," you joked, "I got another colleague to break his promises today."

The fact that you called him a colleague upset him slightly. He didn't know if it was time to introduce another dialogue to clarify things or if it was a trap to make him articulate some poorly crafted response.

"I think you're confused, I'm not a photographer."

"You're not? You said you took pictures for your followers didn't you?, that means you're one of those instagram influencers or something."

"No, I'm not," he stated pulling you out of your misinterpretation of his words. "I'm a singer, an idol."

Actually that profession fit better with his looks. His well-groomed skin and the look of his clothes gave that sensation of being in front of a famous person, if he wasn't an actor he could well be an idol. The aura of fame that surrounded him could not go unnoticed neither for you nor for the rest of the diners.

You were aware that the customers around you were watching from time to time what you were doing, forcing you to watch your words and movements. But he seemed to be used to those looks, to those whispers around you.

"I see," you murmured, sipping some more of your drink.

Yesung noticed the trace of milk foam left on your upper lip and smiled at the test you were giving him. That scene was a classic in dramas thanks to "Secret Garden". The highlight of a date was that gesture. Your actions gave everything away, what you were waiting for was the famous cappuccino kiss.

You were about to grab your napkin but he was quicker to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Your eyes widened in obvious surprise but you could do nothing else, for when you reacted his lips were on yours.

It was a light, fleeting touch. A warm but almost imperceptible sensation.

A smile formed on the idol's lips as he watched you complacently.

"You had cream on your lips."

"Why did you do that?" you cried tensely. A dangerous look loomed in your eyes.

"I assumed that's what you wanted. You left that trail of cream there and since we're in the middle of a test I assumed it was the right thing to do at this very moment."

Your eyebrows went up showing your surprise.

That was not the reaction Yesung thought he would see from you. You were clearly upset.

It was obvious that you were both on different channels, talking about topics that had nothing to do with each other.

Something was wrong and he had no idea where the mistake lay. Would his performance be that bad? Of course not, it had all been going very naturally, as if it wasn't a performance.

His mind finally grasped what was going on and the possibility of being right began to haunt him.

It was impossible that this was not an audition. He was sure that he had been told that a woman would be there for the interview and casting. Clearly this was a fictitious blind date, it was part of the casting, he couldn't have been wrong that way.

"Are we in the middle of an audition? What are you talking about?"

"I'm Yesung. I'm an idol. I'm the actor who came for the interview to get the supporting role in your next production."

Your lips curved into a mischievous smile, but you immediately tightened them to avoid laughing in his face.

It seemed unbelievable to you to have made such a mistake, not corroborating that he was your date had been your first big mistake. And then the laughter came naturally and uncontainably.

The laughter flooded the establishment making curious glances fall on the table where both of you were. Yesung only smiled understanding the origin of your sudden happiness.

He knew he should have asked if you were the person who was going to give him the test, now he understood that he had made a mistake by kissing you and felt deserving of that mockery.

Tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks as you struggled to wipe them away even though they kept flowing.

"Let's finish the meal and then we'll settle this, please," the idol asked. It seemed more like a plea than a simple and plain request.

You nodded still laughing but held back in time to continue enjoying the desserts.

While it was all part of a strange date, the truth was that you'd had a good time. He had been nice the whole time and the conversation was interesting. If it was up to you to get him that role, you'd give it to him right away.

"Is there anything I can do to help you with your audition case? I'm afraid you've wasted all your talent on me."

He sensed the mockery in your words and could do nothing but smile.

"I wasn't acting," he murmured with a slight blush on his cheeks, "and I actually thought you were an excellent actress."

You laughed again.

"How flattering" you turned out. "If this were really an audition I would gladly hire you."

The bite of strawberry shortcake was halfway through because of the sudden interruption of your phone, the ringtone was ringing and your best friend's name was announced on its screen.

"What's the matter? I'm busy, hurry up," you answered in almost a whisper.

"How's your date going? Would you agree to go out a second time with him?" she whispered just like you, just to play along.

"I would. He's funny and attentive" your voice increased in volume making it audible to your date, who smiled a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"Could I talk to him?"

Your eyes widened in alarm and your expression alerted the idol. You were trying to move your hands to mime what was going on.

You blocked the microphone and turned to Yesung to ask him a huge favor.

"She wants to talk to you, she thinks you are my blind date."

"I'll talk to her, I think I'm already an expert acting for blind dates," he joked taking the phone with his hand. "Hello, what happened? Did (Y/N) talked bad about me?"

"Are you the one who was going to do the audition today?" The female voice interjected, causing Yesung's smile to fade to make way for a serious expression. "Are you Yesung?" she asked.

"Yes, it's me."

His sudden change made you alert, ready to help in any way possible.

"My friend told me that you are a wonderful date and I trust her completely" her words provoked a new blush on the idol's face. "Congratulations, I'll tell the producer that you passed the audition."

His face lit up completely when he heard that good news.

"Thank you!" he shouted, hitting the table with his free hand and jumping to his feet.

Without a second's hesitation he ended the call and advanced towards you to fill your face with kisses, alternating a "thank you" between each one.

Your face burned with embarrassment and discomfort. You didn't understand what had happened but you couldn't complain about what was happening either.

"You said you liked the outdoors and the weather was nice out there."

Like a little boy he took you by the hand and practically dragged you out of the store amidst his laughter.

"Let's go out again, let's have many more dates," he declared, hurrying towards the street. "I really like your smile and you're fun to be with."

His words struck your heart one by one. Even though what he expressed was in the midst of the euphoria after your friend's call, you could feel his sincerity. You could see the truth reflected in that face full of joy.

"What did my friend say? Why did you get so happy?"

He took your hands in his and pulled you into his arms.

You fit perfectly there, in his arms and listening to his irregular heartbeat. Having you like this felt good.

"She said you really came as an undercover actress" you frowned and he placed a kiss there making you smile again. "You said I did well and got the part."

"You mean we were fooled?"

"Technically yes, but I won't see it as such because that's how I met you and I don't want to give credit to your friend"

"Congratulations. Could you let go of me for a moment?" You squirmed slightly, waiting for he to release you from his embrace.

"I don't want to. First assure me that we will see each other again, you have to give me a second date."

"It's a deal. Now let's keep walking, you told me we were going for a walk in the fresh air. I brought some apples for the occasion."

He laughed and kissed your cheek in a spontaneous gesture as he intertwined his fingers with yours to continue walking beside you.

He was so happy. He had met a wonderful woman and had also landed a role in a new drama. His day couldn't have been better.

A small reminder that requests are open, if you don't feel good sending messages in english, you cand send your request in spanish too (since I can work properly with that language).

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Hello Loves

I starting to get the itch again to start writing, and I am opening up my requests for some ideas. I'll tag who I write for below. I saw a request pending, and I am excited... so much so I may do both requests.

It's good to be back!

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