#tbz ff

[byuntrash101]

the boyz masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

✲ multiple members

what you deserve | 4.2k — gentle dom!juyeon, mean dom!hyunjae

your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve

✲ lee hyunjae

gryffindor cockiness | 1.7k — hogwarts!au, brat tamer!hyunjae

how can a ravenclaw be that much like a gryffindor... that's something you will never understand

30 secs in heaven | 3.7k — college!au, sub!hyunjae, mean dom!reader

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

✲ lee juyeon

get you alone | 1.6k — college!au, gentle dom!juyeon

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

✲ kim sunwoo

final lap | 2.4k — racer!au, hard dom!sunwoo

after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...

[miumura]

LOVE SHARED WITH WINE — JUYEON FF

SYNOPSIS : when an attempt of trying to have drinks of wine leads to accidental confessions between two best friends. (totally not from the effect of the alcohol).

PAIRING : best-friend!juyeon x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE : best friends to lovers, fluff

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol, drinking

WORD COUNT : 2.5K+ (2536)

SOPH — a request from my bae @flwoie ! the way i immediately went to work on this … (hope this makes up for the other two reqs) hope you enjoy this short fic <3

As the evening grew colder, the bustling streets gradually transformed into a peaceful sanctuary as you and Juyeon departed from the lively night mall. The loud chatter gradually subsided, giving way to the gentle sounds of your footsteps and the whispering wind.

With Juyeon shouldering the weight of most of your bags, he attentively listened to your words, finding pure joy in the way your voice grew animated with excitement. The sight of your face lighting up as you shared your thoughts and experiences captivated him.

In the hushed atmosphere of the night, his attention was solely focused on you. He appreciated the way your voice carried, the way your emotions danced across your features. It was in these stolen moments, away from the clamor of the world, that he found solace in being your silent confidant.

Despite his best efforts to deny it to his friends, deep down, Juyeon knew it would be foolish to claim he had no feelings for you. Every time he saw you, a whirlwind of emotions erupted within him, contradicting his denials. The intensity of his reactions spoke louder than any words he could muster.

With every interaction, every stolen glance, Juyeon's conviction wavered. The more he tried to suppress the fluttering emotions, the stronger they became, refusing to be silenced. The magnetism between you was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling him closer, even against his better judgment.

After figuring out his feelings, he felt himself paying more attention to you. He began saying yes to your hangouts without hesitation, eager for any opportunity to spend time with you. His focus shifted, making sure you had a chance to speak before he chimed in, genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences.

Small gestures became his way of showing his affection, as he couldn't resist the joy that illuminated your face. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite snack or going out of his way to make your day a little brighter, Juyeon found immense satisfaction in seeing you smile.

And now, as the two of you walked side by side, the city's nightlights creating a mesmerizing pathway above, Juyeon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of the moment. He was keenly aware of the subtle brush of your arms against each other, the warmth that seemed to radiate between you.

With every step, the connection between you grew stronger, as did his desire to be a constant presence in your life. The nightlights seemed to guide your path, illuminating the way forward, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer together.

Juyeon's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He longed to take your hand in his, to let you know just how much you meant to him. But for now, he savored the simple joy of being in your company, relishing the shared moments and the unspoken promises you two held.

"The lights are so pretty," you say, gazing upward in awe, mesmerized by the shimmering display above.

Juyeon's eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer as he seizes the opportunity. "You're right," he responds, his voice carrying a subtle boldness. "It makes people look prettier under the light too. It makes me want to snap a picture of you right now."

Your cheeks flush with a gentle warmth as his words sink in. Surprised by his audacity, you meet his gaze, catching the way the lights accentuate his features. You've always known your best friend to be handsome, though it feels almost strange to openly acknowledge it. But it's true—he has a magnetic charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever he goes.

Caught off guard, Juyeon stumbles, realizing the slip of his tongue. "Oh, my bad," he mumbles sheepishly, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

But you can't help but reciprocate his playful banter. With a soft smile, you reply, "You know, you look pretty too." Your eyes meet his, the warmth and sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet night.

A grin spreads across Juyeon's face, his eyes lighting up with delight at your words. It's a small, shared moment—a genuine exchange that speaks volumes without needing to delve into deeper confessions.

"We can take pictures when we find a place to sit, though," you suggest, a playful smile on your face. Juyeon's eyes light up, instantly agreeing with your idea.

You both begin scanning the surroundings, searching for an ideal spot to pause and capture the moment. Your eyes land on a nearby bench, its inviting presence drawing you in. "Let's go there," Juyeon points out, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the waiting bench.

As you both settle down on the bench, inching closer together, your eyes naturally gravitate towards the starry night sky above. Lost in the beauty of the moment, an idea sparks in Juyeon's mind, prompting him to set down the bags he was carrying. With a mischievous grin, he reaches into a long bag, revealing a bottle of wine, playfully shaking it as he offers it to you.

"You want some wine as we talk?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful charm.

Chuckling softly, you respond, "I didn't know we would be drinking it right now." You nod slowly, accepting his invitation with a hint of curiosity.

Juyeon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he blurts out his idea, his words hanging in the air. "Thought of a date idea. Drinking wine under the nightlights. It's pretty cozy, isn't it?"

Your playful nature takes over as you tease him, a twinkle in your eye. "Date idea, huh? Is it a friendly one or something more?"

Caught off guard by his own words, Juyeon feels a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He stumbles for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want it to be," he whispers, his voice barely audible, feeling himself wear a stupid grin on his face.

The strange sensation in your stomach, the subtle flutter that his confession evokes, it all points towards something more than just friendship. And deep down, you secretly hope that it's a romantic date, just as much as he does.

"Just hold on for a moment," Juyeon requested, determined to open the bottle. Twist after twist, the stubborn cork remained firmly in place. Every time he attempted to twist the corkscrew, his hands betrayed him, and the tool slipped, almost slipping from his grasp. Undeterred, he persisted, trying over and over again. With each unsuccessful try, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, intensifying the desire to impress you.

"Why won't this budge?" he grumbled to himself, increasing his efforts. He felt your eyes on him, making him panic slightly. "YN, trust me, it's the bottle's fault, not mine. They sealed it too tightly," Juyeon defended himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in your presence.

You couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Juyeon, I never judged you in the first place. We can always save the wine for later and enjoy it with our friends."

Although you reassured him, Juyeon's determination to create a memorable impression persisted (even though it wasn't necessary, given your long-standing friendship). "I won't let Hyunjae touch this wine, not even for a second. It was quite expensive, you know. I'd rather share it with you."

"Just give me a minute," Juyeon tried once more, refusing to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands and clear his mind of the mounting frustration. With renewed focus, he inserted the corkscrew once again, slowly and methodically, making sure each turn was precise.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. Despite the initial struggle, you could see his genuine desire to impress you, even though you had known each other for years and his efforts were unnecessary. But that was Juyeon, always striving for perfection, even in the smallest of things.

As Juyeon persisted, twisting and exerting just the right amount of force, a glimmer of success began to appear. The cork gradually loosened its grip, and a sense of relief washed over him. A smile crept onto your face, appreciating his determination and his refusal to let a stubborn wine bottle defeat him.

Finally, with one last twist, the cork surrendered, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed in the park. Juyeon's face lit up with triumph, and a mixture of joy and relief washed over him.

“You finally did it! Thank you for not giving up," you said sincerely, appreciating his dedication to making the evening special.

Gently taking the two wine glasses from the bag, Juyeon placed them in your hands, making sure they were steady. With a careful hand, he poured the rich, vibrant red liquid into each glass, the color he had longed to see throughout the evening. Once the pouring was complete, he sealed the wine bottle tightly and set it down beside the bag.

"Cheers," Juyeon exclaimed, offering a glass to you, his eyes shining with a blend of pride and affection.

"Cheers to your hard work," you playfully responded. You clink your glass against his, relishing in the taste of triumph and the sweetness of the present moment.

The atmosphere was perfect, wrapped in a serene silence as you both savored the wine under the enchanting glow of the midnight sky.

Amidst the tranquility, you noticed hiccups emanating from Juyeon's direction, his empty glass placed beside yours. His cheeks were adorned with a blush, leaving you uncertain whether it was the effect of alcohol or a result of his fondness for you—perhaps a delightful combination of both.

"Already feeling drunk?" you chuckled, amused by Juyeon's current tipsy state. It was not unusual for him to become drunk sooner than you; you simply had a higher tolerance for alcohol.

As Juyeon tried to steady himself, his words stumbled slightly. "I guess I couldn't resist the taste of this wine, especially when shared with you," he confessed with a lopsided grin.

You couldn't help but laugh, appreciating his candidness. "Well, it's a good thing we're in the park and not somewhere that requires our impeccable coordination," you teased, taking another sip of the wine.

Juyeon nodded, his gaze fixated on you. "I must admit, though, being a bit tipsy makes it easier to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, the best moments are those when we're unfiltered and free," you replied softly, your own inhibitions melting away as the night grew deeper.

As the night grew deeper and the conversations flowed, Juyeon's cheeks grew even rosier, his inhibitions slipping further away with each passing moment. He looked at you, his gaze filled with an intensity that couldn't be attributed solely to the alcohol.

"I... I have something I want to tell you," Juyeon's voice wavered, his words carrying a mix of nervousness and earnestness.

Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you encouraged him to share. "What is it, Juyeon?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've known you for years, and... I can't deny how much you mean to me. You're not just a friend anymore. I... I think I'm in love with you."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, his vulnerability wrapping around both of you. You felt a surge of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched for the right words.

"I... Juyeon, I never expected this," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and warmth. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as his words reached your ears. The genuine admiration and attraction in his voice made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him in return. “I feel the same way.”

A mixture of relief and joy washed over Juyeon's face, his eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "You do?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Juyeon.” Sporting another smile, you decided to playfully tease him. "Save that confession for when you're sober, though.”

“But I am!” Juyeon grumbled, though his grumpy facade couldn't hide the playful glint in his eyes. Your laughter bubbled up once again, unable to resist his adorable antics. His scowl quickly transformed into a broad smile, illuminating his face. It was evident that he had always found you pretty, right from the beginning.

Juyeon's hesitant words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on your captivating features as he nervously asked, "Can I... share a kiss with you?"

The unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your heart to quicken its pace. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. You observed him staring at you, unaware of the immense impact his simple request had on you. His hesitant inquiry made you realize the depth of his feelings, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes.

"All of a sudden?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through you.

"Yes, Juyeon," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I'd like that."

How harmful could this kiss be?

As Juyeon's lips drew closer, time seemed to slow down. The soft brush of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a gentle touch, his lips met yours in a tender embrace, and the world around you faded into the background.

As his lips finally touched yours, the taste of wine lingered, blending with your own, creating a sweet kiss. It was as if the shared sip of wine had prepared you for this moment, deepening the intimacy and adding an extra layer of sensory delight to the kiss.

Neither of you rushed, allowing the anticipation to build, savoring the tender connection growing between you. The pace was perfect, a natural rhythm that aligned with the beating of your hearts.

As you reluctantly pulled away from the lingering kiss, you couldn't help but notice the blush that adorned Juyeon's face, matching the warmth that spread across your own cheeks. His eyes crinkled with a contented smile, a reflection of the joy he had ignited within you. With each passing moment, he seemed to have a way of making your heart beat louder and louder.

"Let's go home, shall we?" you suggested, gently breaking the spell of the moment. Juyeon, still in a daze, sluggishly nodded in agreement. A mix of amusement and tenderness filled your voice as you added, "Geez, what will I do with you?" You fought back a smile as you observed Juyeon, who was already starting to doze off.

Deep inside, you hoped that this beautiful moment would remain etched in Juyeon's memory. But if it were to slip away, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would be the first to confess your feelings. Now that your heart's desires had been confirmed, you were ready to take that leap, to embrace the vulnerability and let your love for him be known.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @yenavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @deputyjuyeon @simpforsunwoo @nyujjan @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig @twentysixofmays @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @lisori @nanamioo @enhacolor @kyswoo @sunwoahkim @jaerisdiction @yunkiwii @ja4hyvn @choielyssa @crazywittysassy @yenart @sleepymoon27 @st1ngrayz — lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now

K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser

it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3

[lixiesfreckless]

Welcome to the HellMark Channel!

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Han Jisung

Breathless | 2.5k | best friends to fwb

“What the hell are we doing,” he giggled into your mouth, peeling off your outer layer as he pushed you into the comforter. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his flannel, desperately trying to get rid of the unnecessary fabric between you two.

“I don’t know, but I kinda like it.”

Hwang Hyunjin

No Translation Needed | 2.7k | strangers to lovers

“Well that's the fun thing about art,” you say, smiling to yourself. “It's all subjective. What were you thinking?” Hyunjin opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again in mild frustration. “I'm not…very good with English,” he says, defeated. He would argue that he's not very good with any language, even his mother tongue. Art was the only language he felt he could speak easily without hesitation. It was easy to throw himself into that with reckless abandon, because it was the only place where he truly felt understood. “But I can still understand you,” he quickly amends, glad to see that spark behind your eyes again. He walks past you, stopping at the painting on your left. “What about this one?”

Joshua Hong

Sugar Across The Hall | 17k | neighbors to lovers

He’s right. The cookie is still chewy and the chocolate melts in your mouth, and try as you might, you’re not hiding how good it is through your facial expression. “Joshua, seriously,” you sigh, and his eyes seem to soften slightly at his name, “these are immaculate. Is there crack in them, by chance?” “Actually, it’s brown butter and espresso powder,” he says excitedly, and then runs around the kitchen counter to snatch something out of a cabinet. “But something I’ve been doing a lot nowadays…” He comes back to you with a small screw-lid wooden container, and opens it, revealing paper thin white flakes. “...is adding flake salt on top.”  You lift your half eaten cookie and he dusts the top of it, as if it were some kind of sacred ritual. And it might as well have been. Because the bite you take afterwards was nothing short of divine.

Lee Juyeon

Touch Me, Tease Me, Feel Me Up | 1.5k | 7 mins in heaven

Biting your lip, you have to admit that you got extremely lucky with who you got shoved into this closet with.

“Are you always this smooth, or is it just the lack of witnesses?” you tease, leaning slightly toward where his voice is coming from.

“You tell me. Is it working?” His voice dips lower as he leans in to whisper in your ear, the faintest edge of a smirk audible.

Lee Minho

Early | 2.5k | one-sided(?) pining

As bad as you felt about it though, you couldn't help the nervousness creeping through your veins at the thought of being alone with Minho. It's not as if you've never been alone with him. You have; just in transitional spaces. Waiting for the rest of the friend group to show up. Waiting for different trains at the metro station. Waiting for the closer mutual friend to come back from the restroom. Hell, him dropping you off wasn’t really any different. You really don't talk to him much at all, which makes it all the more ridiculous that you even have a crush on him.

Park Jisung

Mind Games | 1.3k | college house party fling

“Have you been psychoanalyzing me?” He says with a glint in his eyes as he narrows them.

“I can't help it,” you laugh.

“Tell me.” His voice was so clear despite it being barely above a whisper.

“You just want to know how you're perceived by a stranger, don't you?”

His jaw drops open in awe. “You really are a psych major, huh?” You nod your head and let a laugh slip out again.

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[k3vcore]

ϟ LEE JUYEON — Riding the waves

pairing ⏖ surfer!juyeon x fem!yn

summery ⏖ forced to attend a summer camp, y/n reluctantly joins with her bestfriend, Mina. little did she know, the camp's annoyingly charming surf guide, Juyeon, will give her the best summer of her life ever.

genre ⏖ summer au, smut with a lil plot (mdni), unprotected sex, teasing, oral (fem rec.), semi public sex?

wc ⏖ 3k

(note: this is my first time writing a fic so its obviously not the best, so please let me know if theres something i need to improve and my requests are open aswell!)

You tug the straps of your backpack higher on your shoulders, dragging your feet through the hot sand as Mina skips ahead of you, practically vibrating with excitement. The salty ocean breeze whips your hair around your face, and you already regret not tying it back.

'I don't know why you're being such a grump", Mina says, twirling around to face you. "This is going to be the best summer ever!"

"For you, maybe," you mutter, glaring at the cheerful crowd of teenagers gathered on the beach. "I was perfectly fine staying home."

"Your mom didn't seem to think so," she teases, dodging the half-hearted shove you aim her way. Before you could reply, a booming voice grabs everyone's attention. "Alright, campers! Gather around!"

The man standing in front of the group is broad shouldered and sunburned, his loud Hawaiian shirt clashing with his khaki shorts. "Welcome to Surf Camp! I'm Kim, the manager, and you're all here to learn how to ride the waves and have the time of your lives. And now, let me introduce you to your surf guide."

As Kim steps aside, your eyes fall on the boy who saunters forward with a board tucked under his arm. He's tall, with sun bleached hair that looks like he hasn't bothered to brush it in weeks. His skin is golden from hours in the sun, and his eyes a striking shade of dark brown, which crinkles slightly as he grins. He’s the kind of boy who probably gets away with anything because he flashes that stupid smile.

"Hey, everyone!" he says, running a hand through his messy hair. "I"m Juyeon, your surf guide and the unofficial charm of this camp." His voice is smooth, with a laid-back tone that instantly gets under your skin. "If you listen to me, I promise you won't drown. Probably."

The group laughs, but you cross your arms, something about him was pissing you off. This guy already seems like trouble.

His eyes flicker to yours, and his grin widens as if he can sense your irritation, and to your surprise, he asks out , "What’s your name?"

"Y/n," you reply flatly.

"Well, Y/n," Juyeon says, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, "stick with me, and you might just survive this camp."

You roll your eyes as Mina stifles a laugh beside you. This is going to be a long summer.

Hours passed, and you’re starting to think surfing might actually be impossible. Balancing on a slippery board while waves crash around you is harder than it looks, and Juyeon’s constant commentary isn’t helping.

"Alright, Y/n, just pop up onto your feet," he says, standing waist-deep in the water.

You’re lying flat on the board, already wobbly as the next wave rolls in. "Pop up? Like it’s that easy?"

"Trust me," he says, his grin as infuriating as ever. "You’ll get the hang of it. Or you'll wipe out. Either way, it's fun for me."

The wave hits, and you try to stand, but the board tips sideways, and you crash into the water. Surfacing with a gasp, you find Juyeon laughing.

"You’re a natural!" he calls, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Oh, shut up," you snap, wiping salt water from your eyes.

When you finally paddle back to shore, you collapse onto the sand, exhausted. Juyeon strolls over, still grinning, and offers you a bottle of water.

"Not bad for your first day," he says, sitting down beside you.

You raise an eyebrow. "I wiped out five times."

"Yeah, but you got back up every time," he points out, glancing at you with a smile that's softer than you expect. "And that is all that matters".

For a moment, you're caught off guard by his sincerity. You don't know what to say, so you just nod, taking a long sip of water.

"Same time tomorrow?" Juyeon asks, standing and brushing sand off his shorts.

You groan but nod. "Fine. But if I wipe out again, I'm blaming you."

He grins, tossing his board over his shoulder. "Deal. But don't worry. I'll make a pro out of you yet, Y/n."

As he walks away, you can't help but watch him, the way the sunlight catches in his messy hair and the confidence in his stride.

You shake your head, brushing off the thought. He's annoying, cocky, and entirely too full of himself

And yet, as you sit there on the sand, you can't help but feel like you're looking forward to tomorrow just a little bit more than you should

By the third day, you’ve accepted your fate. Surfing is harder than you ever imagined, but you refuse to give Juyeon the satisfaction of quitting.

"Your stance is all wrong," he says during your lesson, his tone equal parts teasing and helpful.

"Maybe you’re just a bad teacher," you shoot back, adjusting your feet on the board.

Juyeon raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Or maybe you’re just a terrible student."

Mina snorts from her spot on the beach, clearly enjoying the banter.

Still, you can’t deny that Juyeon knows what he’s doing. Whenever he stops teasing you long enough to offer actual advice, it helps. Slowly but surely, you start to feel more confident on the board.

"You’re getting better," he admits one afternoon, surprising you.

You glance at him, expecting a punchline, but he just shrugs. "I mean it."

"Thanks," you mumble, looking away as heat rises to your cheeks.

You two spend few more hours practicing untill evening.

The evenings at the camp are your favorite part of the day. After hours of struggling with waves, you get to sit around the campfire, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories.

You were having fun chatting with the other campers about their daily struggles of surfing when suddenly, Mina suggests playing truth or dare. You groan, already dreading the chaos this game will bring.

Everyone had their turns when suddenly the bottle flips to Juyeon. "It's Juyeons turn!" Mina exclaims. She then asks him to pick truth or dare and ofcourse, he picks truth.

"Alright then Juyeon, do you have a crush on anyone from this camp?"

"Yes", he answers, as he turns his face towards you. You could feel your cheeks heating up as his eyes were locked into yours.

The group erupts in laughter and teasing as Juyeon makes it obvious that the person is you, but your stomach flips.

"Nice try," you say, rolling your eyes to hide the way your cheeks are burning.

Juyeon shrugs, his gaze never leaving yours. "Who says I’m joking?"

For the first time, you’re not sure how to respond.

Everyone finish off their day there as they start heading back to their camps.

You laid flat on your bed, unable to get any sleep. The thought of Juyeon kept roaming around no matter how much you tried to put it aside. "Was he actually joking? And even if he didn't why does it bother me so much?" You asked yourself.

You try to brush off Juyeon’s comment, but it lingers in the back of your mind. His playful smirk, the way his eyes had stayed locked on yours- it all feels too deliberate to be a joke.

The next day, you avoid him as much as possible, sticking close to Mina during your lessons. Still, Juyeon finds ways to tease you.

"Careful, Y/n," he calls as you wobble on your board. "Don’t let all the nerves get to you."

You groan, nearly falling off again. "I'm fine, thanks."

Later, while carrying your board back to the racks, you catch him watching you from across the beach. When your eyes meet, he winks.

"What’s his deal?" you grumble to Mina as you plop onto the sand beside her.

Mina smirks, poking your arm. "I think you know exactly what his deal is. He likes you, Y/n. And I think you like him back."

You shake your head quickly. "No way. He’s annoying. Cocky. Way too full of himself."

"And yet," Mina says, dragging out the words with a knowing grin, "you’re blushing."

You shove her lightly, refusing to dignify that with a response.

You spend the rest of your day trying to ignore Juyeon as best as you could. But he was making it almost impossible lingering around you 24/7.

When you fall off your board, he’s the first to paddle over and check if you’re okay. During lunch breaks, he sits near you, cracking jokes to make you laugh.

You go out for a walk in the evening, wanting to take a break from all the chaos happening in the camp. You started walking towards the shore as something suddenly catches your eyes.

It was Juyeon's surf board. The one he usually always carries around with him. You couldn't help yourself as you pick it up and start walking in the water

You’re paddling out, focusing on staying balanced, when the board tips too far to one side. Before you even have a chance to react, you’re thrown off, crashing into the water with a loud splash.

As you struggle to get your bearings, you feel something scrape against your knees. The sting is sharp, and when you finally manage to pull yourself back onto your board, you glance down at your legs. Blood is trickling from the scrapes on both of your knees, the salty water only making the pain worse.

"Y/n!" Juyeon’s voice cuts through the noise of the beach, and you look up to see him paddling toward you, his expression shifting from teasing to concern as soon as he sees your injury.

"You okay?" he asks, already reaching for your board to steady you.

You wince, trying to stand, but the pain from your knees is too much. "I'm fine… I just—" you trail off, struggling to hide the discomfort.

"Don’t move," Juyeon says, his voice unusually serious as he helps you sit back down. "I'll take care of this"

You shake your head, trying to brush him off, but your knees are beginning to throb, the blood starting to pool around the scrapes.

"Just stay still," Juyeon insists, his voice soft but firm. "I'm taking you to the first aid room" he says as he quickly picks you up, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Juyeon holds onto to you with surprising gentleness. You lean into him more than you expect, and for the first time, you realize how close the two of you are. The air between you feels charged, and the heat from his body is comforting as you make your way to the camp’s small medical room.

Once inside, Juyeon carefully puts you down to a chair and kneels in front of you, his hands gently working to remove your board shorts so he can examine your knees. His fingers brush your skin, sending a shiver through you. You look away, suddenly very aware of how intimate the situation feels.

"Hold still," Juyeon says, and his voice is soft, almost tender as he cleans the cuts with antiseptic. You wince at the sting, but Juyeon’s touch is careful, his movements steady.

"You really should be more careful," he murmurs, glancing up at you as he wraps a bandage around your knee. “I don’t want to have to be your nurse all the time.”

"Sorry to inconvenience you," you mutter, trying to make light of the situation, but you can’t ignore how warm his hand feels on your skin, how his gaze lingers a little longer than it should.

"You’re not an inconvenience," he says, his voice softer now. He finishes with your first knee, moving to the other one with the same careful touch. The room feels smaller, the air thick with something unspoken.

When he’s done, he stands up, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. Your heart is beating a little faster than it should, your pulse quickening as his hands linger at your sides. His face is close now, his eyes searching yours.

"I’m sorry you got hurt," Juyeon says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s not your fault," you say, your voice surprisingly quiet. The space between you feels like it’s shrinking with every second.

Before you can say anything else, Juyeon leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s slow and tentative at first. Your breath catches in your throat, and you hesitate, unsure if this is real or just some mistake. But then his lips press a little harder, his hand gently cupping your face, and you melt into it.

You tried your best to push him away, you actually did. But you found yourself kissing him back. Something in you just doesn't wanna let go of this feeling, the taste of the salty water on his lips, which was strangely pleasant. You could feel your heart racing as his hands worked their way into your hair, deepening the kiss.

Juyeon quickly picks you up, not breaking the kiss as he gently lays you down on a bed. He then slowly steps between your legs, his buldge comes in contact with your core. You could already feel him getting hard in his swim shorts. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Juyeon let out a small moan as he felt your legs wrapped around him. He breaks the kiss, looking up at you, "you want this so bad don't you? he says with the usual cocky smirk on his face.

"Yes" is the only word that could come out of your mouth. "Yes, Juyeon. I want this. I want you. Want you to make me feel so good." you replied with a hint of desperation in your tone.

Juyeon grinned again. That's all he needed to hear. His lips meet yours again, softly biting onto your bottom lip. He then slowly pull away and starts moving down to kiss your neck as he works his way down. Never for once in your life did you thought you would be doing this with Juyeon, but you weren't regretting it. You knew he was making you feel good and you just wanted more of it.

You slightly arched your back as Juyeon slowly made his way towards your bottoms. He pauses for a second to look at you, wanting to make sure you actually want this. You close your eyes in response, and that's all Juyeon needed for an answer.

He then slowly pulls down your shorts, placing your bear core right infront of his face. You were almost embarrassed to let him see you like this, but at the same time, you didn't want him to stop.

Juyeon slowly wrapped his arms around your legs, bringing your bare core to his face. He looks at you once again as he licks a long stripe up your core. Your hands instantly move into his hair, pulling gently. He moves his tongue at a teasingly slow pace around your entrance.

"J-juyeon please" you moan, begging him to give you more. That definitely sparked something inside him. He held onto your thighs tighter as he sucked onto your sensitive parts, devouring every bits of you. His tongue circled around your clit, making it harder for you to stay still. He was making you feel so good, you actually started to wonder how many times he had done this before to be so good at it.

You could feel a knot beginning to form in your stomach, almost embarrassed of how fast he made you reach your orgasm. Before you could say anything, he sat back up, wiping all your juices off his face.

"Please- was so close!" You whined out, almost protesting for not making you cum. Juyeon quickly smashes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. He then gently pulls away as he says, "how about you cum on my cock instead".

"Yes Juyeon, yes please" you cry out, desperately begging for him to fill you up. Juyeon grins as he places a one last kiss before standing up, pushing his swim shorts and boxers down.

You were almost in awe seeing how big he was, it was bigger than you had imagined. His cock slapped up against his abdomen, making you drool. Juyeon then slowly angled his tip on your entrance. You close your eyes, waiting for him to fill you up.

He grabbed onto your thighs as he slowly pushed his cock inside you. You let out a loud moan from the sensation, your arms reaching out his arms. He started going slow at first, wanting to feel the way your warm walls hugged his cock. His breathes started to become heavier, as he started to speed up.

Moans poured out of your mouth endlessly, loving the way he filling up your tight walls. Juyeon smirks as his lips meet yours again, moving together passionately. His thursts started to become harder and harder, making you clench onto his back.

You loved how he was hitting deep inside you with every thursts, almost as if you two were made for each other. Juyeon moans into your ears as he hits your walls. It didn't take long before you started to feel the knot inside your stomach again. You clench onto him harder as you somehow manage to say "I- I'm close-".

"Same" he said as he started going faster and faster. A few more thursts before you both reached your hight. Juyeon quietly lied down beside you. His breathes were starting to calm down.

"That was good", he said as wiped his thin sheen of sweat off his face.

"Mmh" you hummed. "Maybe you’re not as annoying as i thought you to be, you said, making you both laugh.

"Well maybe next time, you should rather try to ride the waves a bit better" Juyeon teased, making you want to punch him on the face once more.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Matching Pajamas

Summary: After a long day of running around and doing errands, you finally return home to your loving boyfriend. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 961

Sangyeon X Reader

Not requested

Bonus Christmassy fic

[A/n: So, I had messed up in November- and ended up switching my prompts around… I wrote this fully before realizing my mistake. So, this is based off of Prompt 6. “What do you say to matching pajamas, watching Christmas movies, and hot cocoa?” But I changed some details and edited it to not include the prompt! If you wish to read real prompt 6- See: Xmas Movies (Changmin x Reader)]

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It’s later in the evening when you’ve finished running around and doing errands. Relieved to finally come home, kick off your shoes and relax. You put down the bags of groceries and necessities onto the floor. As you pull off your winter coat and scarf, and stuff your mittens into your jacket. You hear the bags rustling and look up to see Sangyeon lifting the bags into his arms, “You’re already home?” He hums, “Yeah, I got home just a bit before you actually.” You nod and follow him into the kitchen, putting the groceries away together while you softly talk about your days as you organize everything. When you’ve finished, he asks, “What do you say to some hot cocoa and christmas movies?” You smile, “I’d like that.” That’s when you notice his reindeer-covered pajama set, and ask, “Are those new?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, “Yeah, I got you a matching set.” You grin and before you can say anything, he says, “Go upstairs, and I’ll start hot cocoa. You pick out the movie we start on!” You grin at him, kissing his cheek before heading upstairs. Your energy that was drained from running around endlessly was revitalized at the thought of cuddling in soft pajamas and sipping hot cocoa with your beloved while you watched your favorite movie. 

You see the new set of reindeer pajamas waiting for you, already tagless. And happily undress and put the fuzzy pajamas on before heading back down to the living room. You turn on the TV and flip around before finding exactly what you were looking for. Sangyeon comes around the couch with two cups of hot cocoa, “I had a feeling it would be this movie.” You laugh, “It’s my favorite.” He grins, “I know.” He hands you yours before he sits beside you. You take a sip from your hot cocoa before cuddling into him. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders as you watch. You run your fingers over the reindeers on his and your pajamas, admiring them. He asks, “You really like ‘em, huh?” You nod, continuing to trace them as you watch it and feel his fingers do the same. You both eventually stop to continue drinking your hot cocoa, eating the marshmallows as you go. 

The further your drink empties, the cuddler with him you become. It felt good to be home with him like this. He kisses the top of your head, and you smile as you watch the movie. You sigh as you finish your mug but sit with it, waiting for the commercial break to put it down. When you feel it slowly leave your grip, you quickly try to catch it, thinking it is falling out of your grasp. Before you realize Sangyeon was taking it from your hands so he could put it on the coffee table. You let him have it, and when he leans back, he drapes his arm around your shoulder as you finish your favorite movie. You snuggle in again, and he drapes the couch blanket over the two of you. When your movie ends, you grab the remote from the armrest and flip it around until you find the movie you’re searching for. He grins as you put it on, and you start one of his favorite Christmas movies. His head rests on top of yours as you both watch on.  

You finish up his movie with your legs stretched out over his and his arm around your waist, and his head no longer on yours. He removes his arm to grab the remote control and looks for a movie you both love to watch. You both decide on Charlie Brown’s Christmas, humming softly to the songs that play. And you readjust to lay your head on his shoulder, and he moves his arm to be around your shoulders again, keeping you close to him. You let out a content hum at the smell of cologne, relaxing further into his hold as he brings you closer in. You feel your eyes droop the more you relax and watch the movie. Your head falls forward a bit as you fall asleep, causing you to wake back up. When your eyes droop again, you shake yourself back awake, which causes Sangeon to laugh. You scoff, rolling your eyes, trying to stay up to see the sweet ending. But no matter how endearing it is to see Snoopy ice skate, you find your eyes growing heavier and heavier before you’re resting on Sangyeon’s shoulder, fully asleep. 

You wake up to Sangyeon’s arm still draped over your shoulders and the TV guide waiting for you to decide what to watch next. You turn in his hold, looking at his beautiful face, and smile to yourself. Before you decide to wake him up, you pepper his face with feather-light kisses, “Sang… Sang? Honey?” He hums as his eyes blink open, “Yeah?” He grins as he opens his eyes fully, “God, how I love waking up to see you before me.” You blush as you say, “I could say the same about you.” You kiss his cheek again, and he lifts your chin with his finger and brings you in for a proper kiss. You both sigh in satisfaction before he leads you up the stairs and into your bedroom after shutting off the TV. You brush your teeth together before getting under the covers and lying side by side. “What do you say we do this tomorrow? For most of the day?” You hum, “I’d like that.” He pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head before nestling into the pillows. You snuggle into his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

[cloverdaisies]

WISH YOU WERE SOBER: JI CHANGMIN

“nineteen but you act 25 now. real sweet but i wish you were sober.” a ji changmin very lightly suggestive¡ angst¡ fem reader¡ based on conan gray’s wish you were sober.

request from anon🤍 , that is your anon now btw i’ve named you bc your req was so sweet ☆

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“Spin the bottle, y/n.”

“It’s your turn bae”

“What are you so scared of have a bit of fun.”

My intoxicated classmates around the circle hollered and cheered for me to grab the empty bottle of bud on the ground. chewing at my lip in a fit of nerves, The alcohol intruding my conscience, as i wrapped my slightly damp palm around the bottle. With a twist of the wrist, I looked around the circle before I let go of the glass.

What is the worst case scenario?

The predatory eyes of every boy around the circle alerted my sense of safety in the room.

The intimidating glare of Juyeon.

The lick of lips from Hyunjae.

The hopeful eyes of Sunwoo and Haknyeon.

This is definitely

Or the face of the boy I used to love, his deer-like eyes watching the glass spin, a glint of light appearing over his face from the reflection of the moving bottle. Another girl clung to his arm like a parasite protecting him from the circle, despite the poor girl just being his bit of fun for that night.

The glass slowed, making a dragging sound across the floor eliminating each next person from the possibility of some time in the bathroom with me.

The bottle drew closer to my worst nightmare, the nerves in my stomach booming like thunder.

It landed on him.

Ji Changmin, a man that I swore was the love of my life at some point, but was no more than a lethal lover who stomped on my heart for his own selfish needs of alcohol, girls and a good time. Despite his innocent looks, he was a man of desire, abhorrent evil that tied his strings around the heart of women and pulled them like a ventriloquist because the status it gave him.

As the crowd around us chanted mixes of cheers and suspenseful “Ooooo” noises, his eyes darkened, landing on myself as I cowered away from his intense glare.

In my mind, his old words and bitter memories resurfaced and split to form new wounds on my heart.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you baby” but you did.

Taking me to intimate places where the music just drowned out into the background of our romance.

Kissing and loving me in the backseat of your car, fooling around like the stupid 18 year olds we once were. It’s a shame you act so much older now, time has moved in ways that shaped you to be the horrendous man you are.

“I’ll love you to the end” but you didn’t.

Dragging me back into my thoughts, I was pulled up by the girl hosting the party, dragging down the short black satin dress I was wearing in order not to flash the drunk staring crowd.

Moments flashed by before I was thrown into the harsh lighting of a nearby bathroom and facing the one man I couldn’t bear to be near.

“You look gorgeous.” He purred, panning down my attire tongue poking at the side of his mouth.

“Shutup. Is that all you have to say to me after all this time?” I crossed my arms in frustration, watching his eyes flick back and forth as if they were observing all the memories that had flashed back to me earlier.

“Still heartbroken?” He patronized me, with evil intent that shattered my heart - it was if he was a completely different boy to the one i had loved. “Be quiet and be mine again. Just for the night.”

His almond eyes became glossy, lust painted deeply inside of them which evidently juxtaposed the hints of regret behind the water which welled up in his tear ducts - as if he was trying everything in him not to fall at his knees and take me back with everything he could give.

“I will never be yours again.” I spat at the boy who edged closer to me, his hands falling over the sink behind me caging me in like prey.

“You want to be though.” He chuckled, “I can see it in your face, your ears going pink with embarrassment like they always used to. I know every little thing about you, (your name). I know you wore that dress because you knew I liked it, you knew I’d be here.”

“You’re still selfish. I hate you. I hate everything about you.” I hissed, infuriated by his every word that spiked into my heart like daggers piercing into my already slit wounds of romance.

“I think it’s clear we don’t hate each other baby.” He drew his face closer to my own, his minty breath laced with traces of beer, feathering on my lips.

Without a reply to give, he sealed his lips with my own, becoming more passionate as every memory exploded like bliss. A kiss that could only be described like a nostalgic masterpiece of romance, memories of his ripped jeans, bright smile, loving words that played on my mind like a piece of claire de lune.

Getting carried away with our love affair, memories of lust, want and need slowly started to interrupt my thoughts of logic and his too as our setting faded back into the background as it always did. Hands riding up clothing, roaming the skin of each body, unwanted memories forgotten about in seconds.

Tears started to slip from my eyes, everything I ever wanted was him. How I wish he never changed, how I wish he never hurt me the way he did.

“Darling you’re crying.” He halted his actions, immediately tending to wiping his thumb against my face to clear away the running water. Genuine concern laced his expression.

“I still love you.” I sobbed slightly, watching him as he stuttered, taken a back by the words

“I als-” He began, the familiar chocolate brown eyes that spoke to me of pure romance overbearing his shallow façade. Before the door could open he kissed me again, a quick conceal of passion that revealed his every intention to return my words.

“TIME’S UP LOVEBIRDS!” The host slammed open the door, as he moved away from me in conflict with himself. The crowd of the party hollered and cheered for us, dirty minds thinking thoughts of what happened behind that door.

Returning to my friends, I caught eyes with him across the party, he quickly downed another bottle of beer trying to shake my gaze - it’s clear he was in battle with his idea of status and his idea of love which broke my heart.

Wandering through the crowd, I attempted to grab the boy’s arm in hopes of stealing him away from the party again but no. I was beaten to it.

“Baby, did you do anything with her?” The girl leeched to his arm earlier asked, as she caught me trying to whisk what I could only assume as my last dooming thought was his girlfriend.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know her at all.” He smiled at her with reassuring eyes, a sick lie that helped him spin another web around another woman.

Into a thousands pieces, he’d hammered my heart with a mallet with each word of that sentence. My eyes welled up as I watched him look back about to leave the party.

“Give him time (your name).” Juyeon appeared behind me in the crowd as if he’d observed our every move.

“Time won’t fix him.” I sighed, tears cascading down my cheeks in a waterfall of bitter memories. “Time won’t fix me either, I just wish he was sober.”

Without him there wasn’t a reason anymore, without him I lost everything about myself.

The ghost of everything he ever did right, haunted me in bittersweet angel thoughts. He’d ran away with my heart and I would never get it back.

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[dearly-somber]

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2020

Golden Love | h.js | skz

Don’t Wanna Cry | l.ch | svt

Play Me Like A Violion | k.yh | day6

Watermelon Sugar | h.js | skz

9 And Three Quarters (Run Away) | txt

I’m Serious | k.yh | day6

deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js | skz

Cat & Dog | txt

I Know I’m A Wolf | k.yh | day6

Fly Me To The Moon | k.yh | day6

Falling | j.hs | bts

Into the I-LAND | j.hs | bts

the other girl | h.hj | skz

All Alone | k.yh | day6

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

you broke me first | k.is | sf9

Mean It | k.yb | sf9

Help Me Lose My Mind | h.js | skz

Rain Dance | h.js | skz

Crush | l.mh | skz

SLUMP (English Version) | h.js | skz

2021

2 Soon | l.ch | svt

Let Me In (20 CUBE) | p.sh | enha

Viva La Vida | k.yh | day6

Heartbeat | k.yh | day6

5 In The Morning | l.ch | svt

Please Never Fall In Love Again | h.js | skz

Wings | k.sw | tbz

Guiding Light | y.jw | enha

The Middle | p.sh | enha

Dirty Mind | k.sw | tbz

Lunchbox Friends | l.hs | enha

Please Never Fall In Love Again | j.jk | bts

Tidal Wave | j.jk | bts

Decalcomania | j.jk | bts

Why | j.jk | bts

Golden Dandelions | k.th | bts

Leave Before You Love Me | p.jm | bts

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY | j.jk | bts

Blue Side (Outro) | j.hs | bts

Sparks | j.jk | bts

better off | k.nj | bts

Anchor | k.th | bts

drunk | j.jk | bts

2022

Astronomy | j.jk | bts

Problémon | j.hs | bts

hostage | bts

Lo Vas A Olvidar | p.jm | bts

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) | j.jk | bts

Night Swim | j.jk | bts

Daddy Issues | j.jk | bts

AURORA | ateez

come out and play | j.jk | bts

Euphoria (DJ Swivel Mix) | j.jk | bts

Wildfire | j.jk | bts

Like Real People Do | j.jk | bts

Airplane Mode | j.jk | bts

Heaven’s Cloud | l.ch | svt

Wicked Game | l.ch | svt

The A Team | l.ch | svt

Cold War | j.jk | bts

Valley of Lies | txt

8 | j.jk | bts

Speed of Light | a.g

We’ll Never Have Sex | a.g

Love It If We Made It | a.g

Little Lion Man | j.jk | bts

Bittersweet | k.sj | bts

Forever | j.jk | bts

Bathroom Bitch | j.jk | bts

2023

Habits | m.yg & j.jk | bts

Dog Teeth | k.th | bts

Something For Your M.I.N.D | j.jk | bts

WILD | j.jk | bts

Come Inside of My Heart | j.hs | bts

Tally | k.nj | bts

Mejuffrou Sonneblom | j.hs | bts

Poetic Vulgarity | k.nj | bts

Dumped | m.yg | bts

Lost In Japan | j.hs | bts

Humankind | k.sj | bts

VOID | p.jm | bts

Letter | p.jm | bts

The News | j.jk | bts

Scrawny | j.jk | bts

Pools | k.th | bts

for him | k.sj | bts

Face Down | j.jk | bts

Deploy | k.th | bts

21 | j.jk | bts

Hope | p.jm | bts

Mix Tape | k.nj | bts

Strawberry Skies | p.jm | bts

Tangerine | k.th | bts

Hoodie | p.jm | bts

Pretending | h.js | skz

Moon | p.jm | bts

Anti-Curse | k.nj | bts

Fahrradsattel | j.jk | bts

It’s Only Sex | p.jm | bts

Lovers Rock | j.jk | bts

Miserable (You & Me) | h.js | skz

Fireflies | h.js | skz

Grayson | h.js | skz

Hey Lover | h.js | skz

Sweet Disposition | h.js | skz

Sorry, I Love You | h.js | skz

touch tank | b.ch | skz

Backyard Boy | h.js | skz

Fast Car | b.ch | skz

Creep | h.js | skz

Dream Sweet in Sea Major | h.js | skz

Agnes | l.mh | skz

The Color Violet | h.js | skz

Without Me | h.js | skz

All I Want | j.jk | bts

Wrong Time | h.js | skz

2024

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[bvrrysw]

husband!eric x gn!reader | fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol

wc: 461

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Your legs wrapping your husband Eric’s waist, your head on his shoulder. Embracing on the living room couch, you both have been spending your whole night sipping wine while eating a romantic dinner at home. After eating you both clocked out on the couch just embracing each other. Eric’s hands are on the curves of your waist & you cuddling your husband like a koala holding onto a tree branch. None of you are asleep, at least not yet.

You speak with a raspy voice, addressing Eric. "Eric," you begin. "Yes, my dear?" he responds, rubbing his thumb on your waist. "It's getting late. Shouldn't we head to bed now?" you ask, staring blankly at the comforter on the couch. "No," Eric assures you, "let's stay here. Spending time with you like this is all I ever need." You exhale, feeling relieved. "Work has been catching up to me, and we can barely find time to be together," you explain.

Your tone sounds gloomy, you are upset that work has been taking up most of your time nowadays. Eric brings his left hand up to the back of your head, rubbing the back of your head. Feeling the soft hair planted on your head. “Don’t worry, we’re spending time together right now, right? That’s all that matters. I’ll still love you no matter what.” He confesses to you. “I… I know that it’s just that I like spending quality time together, baby.” You tell him, feeling a bit bashful.

Eric brings you up with him as you stand on the bronze-colored wooden floor. Eric brings one of your hands into his & they embrace. “Dance with me y/n.” You nod in agreement & you place your head into the crook of Eric’s neck. Eric places his head on top of yours & you both dance the night away. Bodies sway side to side, & eyes begin to lie down slowly.

Eric whispers in your ear, "My dearest y/n, I will love you forever. My love for you will never fade." As he confesses his love, his soothing voice brings a smile to your face and you chuckle lightly.

You respond, "My beloved Eric, I will love you always. Our love will endure for eternity, I promise." With an assurance that your love will last forever, Eric turns to face you and leans in for a slow and gentle kiss, igniting a burst of fireworks within you.

Whenever Eric kisses you, you always feel special and cherished. His passionate kiss makes you feel like you're on cloud nine as his lips are incredibly soft. You have a deep love for him that words cannot fully express.

Your love will last for eternity, & it’s true. You’ll always love the man you married.

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dearhynjae ♡

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SOS — CH. 03

a/n: this may or may not be based on a personal experience 😅

the toilet incident

•°. *࿐ when y/n thought about her last year of high school, she certainly didn't expect it to be spent obsessing over a boy-- however fate always had other plans, and meeting park sunghoon was her unfortunate demise. scoring a scholarship at one of the top schools in Seoul from living in poverty sounded like your typical rags-to-riches storyline, right? it could have been if her little secret wasn't tangled in the hands of her worst enemy. 

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[miumura]

( 🌟 ) YOU’RE MY STAR — ERIC

[ DAY FOUR ] of the advent calendar !

( 🌟 ) SYNOPSIS . . . decorating mini christmas trees with your best friend wasn't just about embracing the christmas spirit; it appeared to be subtly leading both of you into something a bit more…unexpected.

( ☆ ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!eric x best-friend!gn-reader

( 🌟 ) GENRE . . . fluff, best friends 2 lovers !

( ☆ ) WARNINGS . . . none ~~ WC 700+ !

( 🌟 ) NOTE . . . soph writing for tbz again , who cheered??? i did !! i need to write for them more so this event is perfect for me to finally continue writing for my top ults 🫶 so funny and how its a crime of how i dont write much for them when they r my number ones … im sorry deobis 💔 BUT LMAO what a great way to continue writing for them by writing a fic for my eric bae <33 his red hair has me WEAK.

"Isn't it a bit early for this?" you asked, carrying a hefty bag of decorations while Eric managed two mini Christmas trees.

"Nothing's too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" Eric insisted cheerfully. He placed the two miniature trees on the floor, motioning for you to set the bag next to him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he began to play his Christmas playlist. "And besides, is it really too early to start decorating?"

"I suppose not," you replied, settling down beside him on the floor, sitting the bag of ornaments between you. As you began unpacking the decorations, it was evident that Eric had once again gone overboard with the purchases. You gave him a teasing look, prompting a chuckle from him. "Enough for next year!" he quipped.

"We've got plenty to work with," you remarked, extracting the last package. "So, what's the plan after we finish decorating these?"

"Hmm... how about we each decorate one for the other? You can take mine home," suggested Eric.

"That's a good idea," you replied, grabbing a silver ornament and smirking at Eric. "Mine will definitely outshine yours."

"Really? We will see about that," Eric chuckled. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Eric reached for a vibrant red ribbon and playfully waved it in the air. "Let's see who can make the most eye-catching tree."

You both instantly were focused on trying to make the best trees, playfully bickering when the other would take an ornament the other person wanted. As the trees began to take shape, you stole a glance at Eric's tree and couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Why does your tree look like a broccoli?” you teased.

"A broccoli?!" Eric exclaimed in sheer disbelief, his reaction making you double over in laughter as you clutched your stomach. You nodded in affirmation, causing Eric to vehemently disagree with your observation. "It doesn't—wait, now that you say that..."

"See!" you interjected, a playful grin on your face.

"Listen, it's not done yet! Just trust the process!" Eric defended his tree with a laugh, determined to transform the broccoli-like appearance into a splendidly decorated miniature Christmas tree.

Amid the banter and laughter, you both finally completed your miniature Christmas trees. However, as you admired your finished creations, Eric's eyes widened in realization.

You turned abruptly to face him as the sound of rustling decorations caught your attention. Eric frantically rummaged through the piles, only to pause, meeting your gaze with a nervous expression. "I think I forgot the stars."

"No way," you responded in disbelief.

"Yes way," Eric confirmed, a blend of disappointment and amusement coloring his face.

"How could you forget the most important one? See, buying all of this without going through them wasn't a good idea," you chided, scouring through the piles once more, hoping that he was just joking.

Confirming that there were no stars, you stopped and looked at him again. “Looks like we won’t have trees with stars on them.”

“It’s fine—you’re my star anyways,” Eric casually said, the words slipping out without much thought. A brief pause ensued; he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, then slowly covered his mouth in mild surprise.

"Huh?" you questioned, curious about his sudden reaction.

"Nothing," Eric attempted to dismiss it.

"No—continue," you pressed.

"You're my star…" he repeated, his words trailing off, a tinge of warmth in his voice.

"The reason?"

Eric sighed inwardly, hating how you could make him so nervous within a matter of seconds. "You also shine brightly in my life—like a star. And I wish for you every day…" he trailed off on the last part, mumbling it under his breath, yet you managed to catch it and chuckled.

"Is that a confession?" you teased.

"Maybe," he replied.

"That was so corny," you remarked.

"You're smiling though!" Eric insisted.

"No, I'm not!" you countered, trying to hide your amusement.

After a few more moments of playful banter, the two of you stopped and shared a tender gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you suddenly requested Eric to take some pictures for Instagram. He was a bit confused, hoping you would have given him an answer instead, but he still complied.

Following your instructions, Eric stood behind your tree while you stood behind his, pretending to be stars for each other’s tree. After taking a few pictures, you quickly uploaded them to instagram, tagging Eric, who saw the notification on his phone.

After liking the post, his eyes shifted to the caption, which read, “You’re my star too 🩷”.

He smiled at the post, adding it onto his story—what an unexpected but charming way to reciprocate a confession.

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Warm Me Up | e. s.

(co-written with @ashonheavenscloud in a christmas themed round of frantic fanfic! merry christmas everyone <3)

“Shit, I can’t even feel my hands,” your boyfriend hisses as he peels his wet gloves off, and promptly drops them to the floor.

“Next time you start a snowball fight,” you laugh, the last word emphasized as you yank a snow boot off your foot, “make sure you’re well equipped for it. I’m a snow storm you can’t handle.”

“Oh I can handle you alright,” he chuckles, throwing off a snow-covered hat and ditching his scarf too, “just not when I can’t feel my face, jeez.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” You tease, and Eric shoots you a glare balanced with one of his trademark crooked smiles.

“Hey, I couldn't use all my power. You're dating an ex-baseball player, it would have been unfair.”

“That's such bull!” You sputter through laughter, stripping off your coat and hurrying further into the warmth of your apartment, finding a blanket on the couch and very quickly wrapping it around your figure as you curl into a tight, shivering ball on the cushions. Eric follows, running a hand through his curls which had been flattened by the hat, and walks right past you, reaching over to the wall to turn on the fireplace.

“Any room for me under there?” He asks, poking you with his foot as he tucks his hands into his sides.

“No vacancy!”

Eric takes your muffled yell with a grain of salt and plops down next to you on the couch, pressing into your side with his sweater. He bends down next to where he assumes your ear is, and smiles to himself.

“Are you sure?” He purrs, and a shiver runs through you, although not from the cold. “I promise I won’t be any trouble, and I happen to know a fantastic way to warm you up.”

“Oh yeah?” You peek at him through a tiny hole in the blank blanket with narrowed eyes. "What are you suggesting?"

“Let me in and you'll find out.” Eric murmurs devilishly, fingers searching for a seam to break into.

You grumble at the way his movements let in the cold, but you're losing your resolve quickly. Finally, he manages to slip a hand under the blanket and find your body, hand feeling for your waist under all of the fabric.

Once he’s found it, his other hand is quick to join the fray, and before you can whine about the amount of cold air being let in, you’re being lifted onto his lap, both knees finding their way onto the couch cushions on either side of his hips. You’re holding yourself off of him, but as the blanket settles around the two of you, your collective warmth is now trapped between your bodies, and the urge to fall into his chest is eating away at you.

He slumps into the couch with a sigh. “There we go. Isn’t this much better?”

“I was warming up just fine on my own, thanks,” you huff and roll your eyes, but with the way his big hands are now rubbing up and down your thighs, you know you don’t even mean it.

“Mmmmm I’m sure you were,” he says as he leans forward, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and looking up at you with a mischievous grin.

The way his warmth seeps into your skin and makes every nerve of your body tingle is making it harder and harder to not just give in, and when Eric's hands slide under your shirt to run against your bare skin, you fail to remember why you were resisting in the first place.

Your lips crash against his without warning, and a muffled sound of surprise falls past Eric's lips before he's kissing you back, hands pressing you closer. The sound of your heartbeat races in your ear, or maybe it's rushing heat coursing through your body, or maybe it's Eric's soft sighs and the murmur of your name spilling off his tongue like he was born to say it.

“See? Isn't this better?” Eric's teasing comes out breathless, and you feel similarly winded as your hands slip over his shoulders to steady you. “Told you.”

“Oh, shut up.” You say as you pull him back in.

[mysticbrose]

The you in me, I will remember

Red is for love, black is for anger, pink is for happiness, yellow is for okayish, white is for satisfaction, and many like that.

The world in which Sunwoo is born is where people are born with rings around their left ring finger which depicts the mood that their soulmate is experiencing. It’s a special kind of feeling knowing what a person who’s exclusively yours is feeling right now.

It’s a special kind of feeling knowing if your soulmate is the angry kind or a bubbly kind or something else.

Sunwoo, with a mostly pink ring around his finger, is always a bit skeptical.

How can a person always be happy? If he hadn’t seen it happening with people around him, he wouldn’t even have believed in it. And so, he waits. For the day he gets to know the name of his soulmate or sees her or meets her as the ring around their finger turns dual color. What he is feeling and what his sweet soulmate is feeling.

He waits for the day they will meet and find out if she really is that kind of person or if it’s just his connection to her that’s broken

But then one day, out of nowhere his ring turns transparent. 

Sunwoo is in the middle of watching a movie and he hates the fact that he didn’t even notice the ring on his finger losing its color, dimming until it finally turns transparent so that people no one would even see a band on his finger.

Sunwoo is hurt and he mourns for a person he never met.

He mourns for the girl and hates that he might never know what happened to her.

Years later, Sunwoo is finally able to move on, with a girl he met in his office. They mesh well as he gets to know that her soulmate cheated on her again and again.

“At least you got to know how he was, I didn’t even meet her once” Sunwoo comments as their date comes to an end.

They keep meeting again and again, and one day, Sunwoo proposes, knowing she might not be his soulmate but they do have a connection of a kind.

The wedding preparations start and although it’s a small affair, (marriage to a non-soulmate is still frowned upon by many) it takes time. 

By the time the wedding is done, Sunwoo can feel a deep pain in his heart, part of his soul weeping for his soulmate.

The girl’s parents come to congratulate him.

“Thank you for making our Minah so happy. It was hard and at one point, we never thought we would be able to see her recover.” Sunwoo listened to his now father-in-law speak but in the middle of it, his ring finger tingled.

“Yes, our poor girls. One lost her life and another is forever gonna live in the guilt that she might be the reason her sister…” but Sunwoo is only half listening because the ring on his finger finally turns to purple.

Purple for confusion and the color deepens as hard as he looks at the ring.

“That girl, my Soyi, gave her all to save Minah” Sunwoo turned the ring. It was still transparent.

“She died while trying to save Minah from her abusive boyfriend”

Cheon Soyi.

Born 14th October 2003.

Loving daughter, brave sister.

Sunwoo cries as he sees her tombstone. It’s not clean, and it's not new, having been in this place for the past 7 years.

The tombstone of his wife’s sister who died trying to save her.

The tombstone of his soulmate.

“Soyi, I have taken a lot of things from you in this life” Sunwoo hears Minah speaking “First your clothes, then your makeup, your life, and now your soulmate. In the next life, please take everything you want from me. Or else I will forever be indebted to my little sister. I have been trying my best to take care of Mom and Dad as I promised. I will take care of Sunwoo too.”

Sunwoo wipes his tears.

“We have never met Soyi ssi. But I think I have known a part of you, of who you were. And I am so glad we are soulmates. In our next lives, let’s definitely meet.”

Sunwoo takes Minah’s hands as they get up, both comforting each other and walk away with promise of living a life of pink.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Christmassy?→

Summary: If there is one thing you and your classmate and friend, Changmin hoped for, it would be for the theme of the dance to be Christmassy. But, even if it weren’t, you’d still wish to go with Changmin to it. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Friends to lovers au

Word Count: 2,190

Requested by @tbzhub

Changmin (Q) X Reader

Prompt 5: Christmas On and On! (Choose a member’s proposal from the Christmassy mv & send it in~)

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You smile as you get into your first class for the day. You only have two weeks until winter break, and you couldn’t be more excited. Sure, you had exams to worry about and pass before then, but today, the theme of the dance would be announced. You wave to your only friend in the class, Changmin, before making your way back to your seat. He comes over and sits in front of you and you scoot the coffee you bought for him towards him, “You got an extra one again!?” You laugh, “Yeah, they messed up my order again.” He grins as he takes a sip from it before he asks, “You think Christmassy is gonna win?” You grin, “I hope so!” “Me too!” You sigh, “I hope everyone chose it over Winter Wonderland.” He groans, “That theme was a total bust last year…” You laugh as you agree. And before he can say anything else, the person who sits in front of you comes over and waits for him to get a move on. You wave goodbye to him as your seatmate relaxes into the chair in front of you.  

In all honesty, as much as you wanted the Christmassy theme to win, you’d take any theme, even Winter Wonderland, if it meant getting to go with Changmin to it. Nonetheless, when the bell rings, you eagerly listen to the announcements on the intercom, “Good morning, students. This is Haknyeon.” “And this is Jacob!” They pause, and Haknyeon says, “We have a very special announcement!” Jacob continues, “The votes have tallied.” And they both cheer, “Christmassy has won!” Your eyes go wide and Changmin whips his head back as he looks back at you with a big smile, and you grin at him. You both got what you hoped for! The only thing that could make it better is if you went together this year. 

As you all let out cheers, Haknyeon goes, “Alright! Settle down! Settle down! I know you’re all excited, but!” Jacob continues, “We still have regular announcements. Exams will be next Wednesday.” You all groan, but then Haknyeon interjects, full of excitement, “Making that Friday... The day of our dance!” Jacob hums before saying, “Good luck to everyone with their exams and extra luck to those who are going to ask others to the dance!” The announcements continue for another two minutes, both of them going back and forth before the bell rings again. 

Your teacher comes around and happily passes out the court committee voting papers right after. “... And when you’re done. Put them into the ballot box, and in two days! We’ll know the lucky winners!” You hide your paper as you write Changmin’s name down, with little hearts over both of the I’s in his full name. You write down three more names before turning yours in like everyone else. When the bell rings for the class to end, you rush over to Changmin’s side, excitedly talking about the Christmas decorations that will soon fill the halls. You two continue talking until you arrive at your class, which is right across from his. You both wave goodbye to each other and head into your classrooms.

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Two days later, the bell’s already rung. And you’ve already had your daily quick conversation with Changmin. When the announcement is about to begin and reveal the Christmassy Court, Haknyeon drums his fingers against the desk as Jacob announces, “And the votes for Christmassy Court are as follows! Lee Sangyeon, Bae Jacob, oh, that’s me! Kim Younghoon, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Juyeon, Kevin Moon, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, (L/n) (Y/n)-” When he calls your name, static fills your ears, no longer hearing the other names being announced as you gasp. You look over at Changmin who’s already looking back at you. And you mouth to him, “We did it!?” He grins and nods, and you both do a little happy dance in your seats. 

When you’re about to head into your next class, Changmin asks, “Hey, what do you say to studying out on the soccer field with me after class?” You grin as you agree. You have a week until the exams. And who better to study with than Changmin? There weren't any games today, so you were likely to be by yourselves in the field unless the track team was going to use it. Plus, the two of you could talk about the upcoming dance, and maybe, if your friends pushed you just right at lunch. You’d ask him to go to the dance with you. But that was highly unlikely because you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship over this. So when the day ends, even though your friends kept telling you at lunch that there was no doubt in their mind that he liked you. You weren’t sold on it. Pushing those thoughts aside, you happily move around your notebooks, putting them from ones you needed to study most to least before heading out the doors and to the entrance gate.

You gasp as you enter the soccer field and see some of your fellow Christmassy court members standing there, all in line. You get halfway to them, wondering what they were all doing here and where Changmin was since you couldn’t see him. They grin at you, and Chanhee, who is standing on the left end, pulls out two signs from behind his back, one with the letter ‘C’ and the other with a ‘H,’ both written in pink. You tilt your head, and he gestures for you to read them by shaking the two letters at you as the rest of them flip the letters out. You gasp and take a big step back when Sunwoo reveals an ‘S,’ as you realize that someone is giving you a Christmassy confession, but from who? Who would ask you to the dance? Just because you were voted for Christmassy Court didn’t mean someone wanted to dance with you. You were just well-liked by your peers, so who could it be? You look between the ten of them. When you realize Jacob is pointing an arrow with all his might at someone in a white cable-knit sweater. Is the one you meant to study for your finals with and the one person you hoped would ask you. 

You burst into a smile as he spins around with a wide grin and a bouquet of pink tulips and mini red carnations. He comes over to you as all his friends run up behind him. He gets down on his knees in front of you, hiding his face behind the shaking bouquet as he holds the flowers out to you. His voice is shy when he asks, “Would you want to go to the Christmassy dance with me?” You grin as you agree, “Yeah, I’d love to!” He looks at you in shock before looking at everyone else as if asking if he heard you correctly, as they all cheer for him and nod their heads. You giggle and clear your throat, “Changmin?” He whips his head back at you, and you go, “I mean it, I’d love to go with you. I was hoping you’d ask me.” His ears are red as he grins and shakes the flowers towards you, offering them up to you again, and you happily take them out of his hands. You take a sniff of the flowers and smile at the sweet smell. He gets up from his knees as everyone cheers for you two. You drop your bag onto the grass as they yell for you both to hug. You laugh as Changmin’s arms wrap around you, carefully avoiding the bouquet. You close your eyes as you hug him back. And it’s as if it’s just you two, alone in your own bubble, everything and everyone else has melted away. And when you look over your shoulder, you see them all squeezing out the front gate, shushing each other. You shake your head at them and feel Changmin’s head snuggle into your shoulder. You pet his hair as you rest your head on his shoulder again. You stand together like that for a couple of minutes, just taking it all in. Your crush asked you to go to the Christmassy dance just as you had hoped. And you couldn’t be happier. 

After another moment of silence, you ask, “Still wanna study?” He hums, “Yeah, we probably should.” You hum in agreement, but don’t make a move to move away from him. And you stay like that for a couple more minutes, just holding each other close. When you pull away, you see his glittering eyes staring at you, and he smiles, “I can’t believe you said yes.” You laugh, “Me? I can’t believe you asked.” Making him laugh. You grin as you tell him, “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the year.” His eyes widen at you, “Really?” You nod, taking another sniff of your flowers, and he says, “I’ve liked you since we were assigned to work together.” Your jaw drops a little before you grin, “Well, I’m glad you asked me now… Now, we no longer have to hide our feelings.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I don’t think I was exactly hiding them…” 

You gasp, “Omg, wait?! You asked to team up with me all the time and always walked me to class and home because you liked me?” He nods, his ears turning redder. “Yeah. But I also enjoyed just being your friend.” You look up at the sky, “I really should have listened to my friends when they said without a doubt you liked me back.” He laughs and stops mid-chuckle when he gasps, “You weren’t bringing me coffee because ‘you got an extra one’ from the coffee shop, were you?” You shake your head ‘no’. And he looks at the grass with a sigh, “I could have just asked you out, huh?” You hum, “You still can…” He looks at you and grabs your free hand in his, “Would you be mine?” You shrug and jokingly say, “I don’t know… Maybe.” His grip on your hand flatters, and you instantly hold his tight in yours, “Of course, if you’d be mine in return.” He grins, “Of course.” You both laugh before finding a nice patch of grass to lay down and study together on. 

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You both lived fairly close to the venue where they were holding the dance at. So, you both walked together, arm in arm, in your formal wear with your matching poinsettia corsages. When you both arrive, they ask all of the Christmas court members to take individual photos in front of the blue-gray backdrop covered in peppermint candy and red balloons before asking you to take a group shot together. When they finish, you both wait back as the others take photos with their dates. Changmin asks, “How do you wanna pose?” You ask, “How cheesy do you wanna go?” He hums, “In the middle?” You smile, “Okay.” You lean into each other’s sides, fixing each other’s poinsettia pins to make sure they’re shown off before holding onto each other’s forearms. You look at each other with a smile as they take them before he leads you both away from the photoshoot and to the ballroom. 

The music isn’t unbearably loud, just loud enough to hear everyone's talking and movements. And Changmin instantly sweeps you onto the dance floor. You both laugh as you spin around each other. He was already beautiful when talking, walking, and studying with you, but seeing him fully in his element? It makes your heart spin out of control. His grin never fades as you two make up your own dances to the Christmas songs. When almost everyone in attendance is on the dance floor. The first slow song of the night plays. And unlike prior years, where you’d leave the floor to the lovestruck couples and get refreshments. Changmin holds you close, one hand on your waist and his other hand moving your hand out. You realize, as you look into his eyes, that you’re finally one of those couples, just as you always hoped to be. You follow his lead, letting him guide you through the moves as he sways and dances a box step with you. As the song comes to the climax, his hand moves from yours to your cheek, and your hand moves to rest on his shoulder. His eyes search yours as he asks, “Can I kiss you?” You nod, and he tilts his head and captures your lips in a kiss as he continues to lead you through the dance. When he pulls away, you let out a soft sigh as if that’s all you ever wanted. He smiles at you as he asks, “Was that good?” You grin, “It was everything.” He chuckles as he dips you, coming close to your lips, “Wanna try again?” 

You dance the night away together, only pausing to enjoy the refreshments, just for him to spin you back onto the dancefloor.