#thanks for swinging by kpop anon

[seokgyuu]

You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).

Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).

tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.

Smut Warnings under the cut!

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk

In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 

At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!

In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 

The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 

Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 

Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 

Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 

Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 

“Seokmin?!” 

“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”

He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.

“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”

“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”

When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.

“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”

The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 

“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.

“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 

“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”

He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.

“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.

“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”

“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 

“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”

As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 

He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.

“Y/N.”

“Did you not find it?” You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 

Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 

But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”

The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 

“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”

Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 

Just that he doesn’t. 

Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 

“Answer me, love.”

You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 

“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 

He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 

Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 

Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 

When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 

“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 

It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.

“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”

“Please what, darling?”

“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 

“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 

The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 

This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 

Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.

“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.

“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 

Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”

His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 

“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 

When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 

“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.

“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 

“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”

Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

[savnofilter]

what type of music do you think iida is into? 🐳🐳

               tenya iida

tw; sfw & different music genres!! 🙀

read more; masterlist | drabble masterlist | students masterlist

a/n; this one actually made me think,,, because we all think that iida is like some uptight right? but like let's be real, he definitely got some sneaks of what he listens to on his playlist! i kinda wanna do this for more characters:'). thank you, anon!

1 — classical

well...this one was obvious. mans needs stimulating music that can help him think, train and focus. if you think classical music dont go hard, YOU ARE WRONG! there is such a wide variety of what you can get whatever you are feeling for. he probably does poses in the mirror while he has earphones in his hero costume .. like yes it's that bomb. even calm music is what soothes him the most. you can not convince him otherwise. 🤷🏽‍♀️

☆ fave artist - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

✮ fave song - Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky

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2 — asian pop (specifically j & kpop)

OH YEAH, HES A GIRL GROUP STAN IDC IDC IDC IDC IDCCCCCCCC. he love him some girly pop music. learns the dances too. does he go to meet n greets and shit? absolutely not. will go to a concert though. he definitely love the bubblegum pop music too. actually tbh, as long as the singer has a sweet voice in it, he'll love it. he's also a sucker for the more mature idols too—theres a lot of back n forth of what he prefers. he just appreciates the feminine art lol.

☆ fave artist - Babymetal (jpop) & TWICE (kpop)

✮ fave song - Black Cherry by KODA KUMI & Heart shaker by TWICE

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3 — swing

okayyy bc you know this mans is smooth asf. he love him some swing, if classical music is to stimulate him, this genre brings more ease to himself. he be feelin' so shnazzy and free listening to it. swing/jazz is basically straight deep vibes. whenever he needs to just sway, swing is his go to.

☆ fave artist - Luis Armstrong

✮ fave song - What A Wonderful World by Luis Armstrong

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4 — house/dance electronic

YEAH HE GOT HAPPY LIL FEET 💃🏽 he don't how to dance but he really wants to learn how to shuffle?! like he genuinely tries, and hes low-key kinda really good at it now! another genre where he feels carefree and light. just straight vibes and grooves. ugh he is so real for this.

☆ fave artist - Daft Punk

✮ fave song - Push The Feeling by Nightcrawlers & Latch by Disclosure ft. Sam Smith

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5 — folk/city/café pop

tbh the songs under this has been categorized as pop, but like?? it sounds like folk to me. probably the other most personal music genre for him. similar artist that he may listen to to put it into perspective is like Laufey and maybe Phoebe Bridgers. that's the type of soothing vibe he needs when listening to this music. probably goes to the beach listens to this when he's by himself, or when hes alone and can really sit in his thoughts.

☆ fave artist - Lamp

✮ fave song - Sleep Among Endives by Ichiko Aoba

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[alwaysjustmina]

Haven't seen you around on my dash lately, hope you're doing okay!! <3

Thanks anon! I'm good. Just been going through a time lately. I'm hoping to be back soon and have even started writing again. I'm also on a short Ghost hiatus, been way to vested in kpop lately and have even dragged my Canada husband @midnight-moth to kpop stores every time we see each other. 🤣

I was able to spend this past weekend with Moth seeing Sleep Token and getting back in the swing of life. Ghost movie soon too!! We may have tickets for three showings.

Thanks so much for noticing my absence and hope you are well too!

Mina 💜

[lqfiles]

guess who is back 😍😍😍

I JUST FINISHED THE SERIES I KNOW IM LATE BUT OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD I ALMOST SHOF MYSELF (positive) LIKE SWINGING MY FEET GIGGLINGGG LIKEEE..

like coming back after a while and reading this reminded me of how we literally text the same and how you’re Funny Silly and the Best AND LIKE UGH YOU JUST ARE SO ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ GOOD LIKE ⁉️⁉️⁉️ i live for ur humor it’s toooooo good…

but omg lowkey i’ve been going through it so i needed a minute (a thousand years) bc college and life is out to get me bc im so funny smart sexy and so humble.. yessss…. BUT im SOOO back we are SOOOO back (im gonna jump. /j)

but i made a new account on twt and now im back on kpop/stantwt omg... bc my old one got s worded in 2019 bc i was being Real… (told a racist person to keep themselves safe) BUT WE (singular) ARE BACK😍😍😍

how have u been though i missed u 😞 i hope you’ve been great and taking care of yourself and i missed all anons too i hope you’ve all been doing well!! but yes i missed ur content and as per usual ur work makes me laugh and giggle and smile like ur just so good at what u do 😞😞 BUT YEAH I HOPE YOUVE BEEN GOOD I MISSED YOU (try not to repeat urself challenge impossible)

- 🌷

OMG HI BESTFRIENDDD we missed you so much over here 😭🫶🏽

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOUUU ughh i still can’t believe it’s actually finished like i’ll miss these two cutiebears.. but faaackkkk you’re too sweet and you’re making me blush like.. you think i’m funny.. biggest compliment ily fr YOU ARE THE BEST i’ll make sure to keep the humour up

HOPE COLLEGE IS GONNA START TREATING YOU WELL cant believe they’re having you go through war over there.. stay strong 😭 at least you have holidays now right? AMAZING!!! WE ARE SO FREAKING BACK EXACTLY

HSJDKSKS you sacrificed yourself 💔💔 i can’t imagine getting mine suspended i literally have 24k tweets on my private account istg if that account ever gets suspended we ALL have to get suspended.. kpoptwt is kinda ehh these days like everyone is just trying to get hit tweets 😑 i’m sure you’ll have fun tho, unfortunately i spent a lot of time on there too and UNFORTUNATELY i enjoy twt too 😭

awwwee i literally love you 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷 i’ve been well, kinda doing nothing with this holiday and just chilling, i’ll be back soon with content tho THE GRIND NEVER STOPS 🙏🏽 i’m sure all the anons are doing well, they seem to be doing well, and i hope you’re doing well too!!! i’ll try to continue being good at what i do omg I MISSED YOU MORE LOVELY PLZ TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF AND HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT <333

[scortchedtoast]

My Top 15 Kpop Songs of the Year

1. Love Dive- Ive- Like give IVE their tens this was song of the year, mayhaps even song of the decade (getting ahead of myself). The vibes were immaculate and the song is outstanding I even like the dance break which can break a good song if done poorly. 

2. Hype Boy- New Jeans: Like this is really also the song of the year for me, Love Dive triumphs but probably only because it came out earlier. Like this song is immaculate and attention is pretty good too it would be in the 16-20 range of my fave songs of the year.

3. Catch the Star- Woo!ah- They really outdid themselves like this was a masterpiece and such a great way to start the year. I really didn’t think it could be beat for a while and at one point it was higher than Love Dive but its not as replayable as Love Dive. Still a bop tho!

4. DM- Fromis_9- Again the girls were taking no prisoners' at the beginning of the year jan-feb was insane like this is probably my fave fromis_9 song after love bomb of course.

5. Talk that Talk- Twice- Of course the queens had to be here and for their only comeback of the year. Truly I couldn’t have wished for anything more (except a more coherent MV), like the song is good and repayable. They never disappoint and this comeback as well as celebrate was made just so much better by all the members continuing on and re-signing their contract!

6. Smiley- Choi Yena- Another early bop, like it’s so catchy it’s still in my head! Truly a great debut but that’s to be expected from the izone girlies. The only critique is Bibi was so not needed, like it wasn’t bad but Yena defs could cover that part herself and I’m not crazy about a feature being on a debut. And we must thank Yena for holding down yuehua entertainment until everglow come back.

7. Love in Bloom- ILY:1- They are bringing back christian kpop and I have to thank them for it! This song is so refreshing and unique and a bop. The MV and styling were cute and I replayed it so much it just had to make the list. A very solid nugu debut.

8. Run- H1-key- This was the song of the summer for me. It just screams a fun summer like I was a little unsure of the group what with their former members alleged political connections and their debut song but this was spectacular. 

9. Antifragile- Lesserafim- This is probably my most replayed song of the year which is crazy because it literally came out a few months ago lol. Like this is such a good song to workout to they really served. I was worried what they would do post garam kick out and with the success of new jeans it was looking a bit grim for them but they came back swinging. Also their performances are so good and Yunjin I find genuinely funny which is rare in an idol, like they’ve been added to my faves list.

10. Rollarcoaster- Woo!ah- Yep Woo!ah made the list twice and if we extended the list to 20 entries they would make it thrice. Woo!ah had a great year with a comeback at the beginning middle and end of the year all of which were really strong but starting with Catch the Stars and ending with Rollarcoaster is insane like their producer is a genius. I envision this will climb the rankings but since it came later it’s at number 10.

11. Flip That- Loona- I started writing this before the Chuu situation and the potential exodus of the Loona members and man am I bummed out now. The song is good and everything I wanted after the girl crush mess I’ve been force fed for the past two years. Like just a nice chill song for the summer, not their best but super refreshing. (BUT, everyone needs to boycott bbc and not listen on streaming sites and don’t watch their new comeback or interact with the teasers.)

12. After Like- Ive- They also made the list twice this song was a bit boring to me at first but on a second listen its an earworm. Whoever is producing these Ive tracks starship needs to pay them more cause they are excellent.

13. Loveticon- CSR- Giving Christian Kpop Horsegirl vibes as my one anon put it and we need to bring the genre back so I’m glad they’re helping. Ever since gfriend pivoted to whatever apple was the genre has been left behind and its revival and CSR and ILY:1 can do it! Weird group names tho.

14. Higher- Fifty Fifty- this group has a decent concept and I really like that they sing a majority of the chorus and songs together as opposed to in segments like it makes them unique in kpop. A nice chill jam with good vocals what more could anyone else want.

15. Pop- Bugaboo- I liked the song it was fun but this is mainly here because my girls have disbanded and its only right that they make the list for the two years they were active during.

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Not Kpop related but cats or dogs?

For me dogs, especially golden retrievers🥰

Oh, Gold retrievers are such cute puppies.

Honestly I love both and definitely enjoy the cuddling nature of dogs, but for how my mood swing probably Cats fits better my style. The best solution would be a puppy-like cat.

Thank you for the ask Anon ❤️

Zazá

[colorisbyshe]

hey music anon! I absolutely adored all of the music you've recc'd to me so far! Is it possible for me to ask for some more? I've loved all of it but found that some I have loved the most are EX0, Beyonce, Heize, Monsta X, Tiger goods and wonder girls.

If not that's cool, you've already given me so much more to explore :) I actually ended up getting recommended SZA by spotify and loved her stuff :)

I don't remember everything I rec'd you before, so sorry if I end up reccing something I already rec'd you but I remember your general taste from the first ask and might mix tht in

but also I'm gonna take a LOT more wild swings to kinda test the boundaries a bit, so it's okay for you to tell me what DIDN'T work for you

you might like:

t by 88rising with utada hikaru (disclaimer, the song isn't the greatest but it's nice playlist filler)

make it by 2pm

sour diesel, wrong, too much by Zayn

soul lady or neon by yukika, this feels a bit like a reach but if i remember hte heize tracks i rec'd you it's maybe not a reach??

thank u soooo much by yubin (she was a wonder girl!)

drink i'm sippin on by yaeji

how we do by xiumin (he's from exo!)

easy by wjsn the black, unnatural or new me by wjsn

love talk by wayv

love me do by vixx might match your exo tastes

freak by victoria monet

love foolish by twice

tri-angle by tvqx

retro future or 365 fresh by triple h

walkin by tomoko ikeda (not kpop, jpop)

rascal, save room for us, 2 on by tinashe

scent of you by &TEAM (again, not korean, it's japanese)

sexuality or criminal by taemin

runner by t1, raiden, baekyun (from exo!!), and changmo

sunmi is a member of wonder girls and it's hard to rec any one song by her! curve, sunny, heart burn are all great ones but gashina and siren are her biggest tracks. if you liekd yubin, sunmi did a track with her called who am i

16 shots by stefflon don, this is more a shot in the dark but i think it might combine some energies you're into?

fntsy by so!yoon! again this is a HEAVY out of bound swing but.... maybe?

do you want it right now siedah garrett

te felicito or chantaje by shakira or... since you like beyonce now... listen to shakira's collab with her "Beautiful liar"

fear by seventeen

28 reasons by seulgi or her song feel good she did with irene (would be listed under irene & seulgi i think)

F'd Up by Savannah Cristina ft Flo Milli

Smooth Operator by Sade

if you liked beyonce, know she recently sampled show me love by robin s. used to know me by charli xcx ALSO samples this but idk if charli is where you're at rn

my friends who like monsta x also seem to really like pentagon but i'll admit i only know two songs by them?? shine and naughty boy and they aren't... quite monsta x energy. but idk amybe it ticks the same boxes?? i am VERY unsure of these but the songs are cute

i hear my two cats fighting and have to take a break to break them up but i was going reverse alphabetically by artist so i can pick back up after M if you still want more or want to use this list to stop me where i'm overreaching and encourage specific sounds

[kpophubb]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ 12:20am ✉️#4

original song 🎧

my guilty pleasure these days

for you > 🔥

LOVEU SUNSHINE ☀️ thank y for always blighting my days

🐁 🥱 😴 🫂

ꕺ♡ 💌 : ….𝕿𝖔 𝙼𝚈 нуυηวιη … ꕺ♡

♡…hello baby🥺🫶🏻💗 I love hearing from you so much especially when you write super long letters..it fills me with joy to read each line. I love being talked to. I always open asks first thing in the morning so they always brighten up my day. And don’t feel burdened naurr that I always have to spend time replying to all your lines 😭 it’s just that I love paying attention to every detail <3 I’m a small things person. And yk I faced this myself when I talk about various things and the other person only replies to a few topics and ignores the other ones..I feel hurt ( ¿ ) like yk sometimes I leave some important feelings in those ignored topics..ofc I don’t blame them cause I talk TOO MUCH at a time but yeah I don’t wanna come off as that insensitive to anyone else 💔 thus I pay attention to each word you say cause I never know which one weighs how much value to you. 🤍

♡…and oh that anon T-T nah babes, don’t worry I didn’t think of anything tbh. Sometimes misinterpretation happens bc we have different perspectives and are different individuals so it really is okay. As long as I’m clear and not misunderstood I’m fine with it. Huh..and about my bestie 🫶🏻 yep lol nth happened between us I was just worried of being distanced due to physical separation but that’s fine now! I can totally understand about the mutual bias thing🥲 I love being mutual biased with my friends when it comes to jungwon but uhm..,, you know I kinda feel sad if I ever make a jake biased friend OFC NOT BC HE IS MINE OR IM DELUSIONAL NO HE ISN’T AND WILL NEVER BE, but some part of me stings :( bc I realize how my love for him is so inferior and he’s loved by many other Incredible people and that makes my feelings feel small and invalid 💔 just normal human emotions bc I’m too attached to him..

♡…I’d love to have a pajama party with you omg😭 I love comfy late night sleepovers, we will have lots of snacks, cookies and chocolates and use a lot of skincare and give eachother manicure 💅 and pedicures lol. And pls let’s try to bake brownies and talk a lot about kpop and life. 🤍 it’d be GOALS, I REPEAT LITERAL GOALS to have a pajama party w hyunlix and us 😍🙈 aahh, just thinking about it makes me giddy. And haha I know you love soobinie, if we bring him let’s bring beomgyu too😈 bc I love his sense of humour and he makes me laugh sm. (tho the party will turn into utter chaos in 1 second if we bring him lol.)

♡…about the face reveal thing NO BABY I didn’t mean to make u scroll, I did them many times and put them up for some time so I asked bc I was wondering if you saw THEN. I didn’t mean finding out now 😭 I’m so sorry that due to the miscommunication I wasted so much of your time 💔

♡…I can understand hun, cause I always feel like shit before my period comes. My stomach and back hurt and I feel so negative and emotional, I always end up crying so much. And the health complications and mood swings you said :( awh my poor baby. Pls take extra care of yourself when u go through the tough week. 💗 you deserve to be fed and patted when you feel sick like that, I wish I could take care of u all the time. <3

♡…about the making friends in your 20’s thing, it’s kinda upsetting to admit but a friend in 20’s is never a guarantee. You know, we all get so busy with life- work, academics, responsibilities and so many complex emotions that we can’t bond that deeply with people then. Ofc some people do end up making genuine soulmate friends in their 20’s and they’re lucky. But I feel like the high school and childhood friends you grow and glow with, they know you deeply and have been through your highs and lows that’s why they’re your more real friends. Idk this is just my opinion.

♡…ikr..my way to escape is kpop too. I always feel so welcomed by my idols, I always find so much validation and feel so accepted and loved by them. It’s like coming home after a tiring day, and tho it’s stupid to many people who think how can we find comfort in people who don’t even know we exist, idk how to explain them this peaceful feeling of being able to rest when you’re in their presence. They’re the place of healing for me 🫶🏻 :’) and pls people are SO MEAN when it comes to kpop istg. (It is sometimes bc of the toxic twt fan behaviours and wars that influence people outside kpop to think that kpop is all about drama and obsessed delusional fans) but you know I hate it when people judge kpop idols based on their looks,, calling them “girly” and shit. They really piss me off. No wonder I never tell or reveal anyone I like kpop (not cause I’m not proud of it IM SO PROUD OF ALL MY IDOLS) but bc I do not want to attract negative comments and then argue baselessly with antis who never understand. I’ve been in this kinda discrimination since forever, cause I grew up liking anime and I heard so many criticism for it calling anime “Japanese cartoons” and calling people who like it “childish and nerdy.” I mean, I feel like all the hate towards Asian subjects exist because they’re Asian. You know the Asian racism in the world that I find really meaningless to begin with.

♡…omg that kinda Valentine’s Day would have been perfect 🥺 I bet hyunnie would show up with a painting he made specially for you with a love note 💗 and roses. How cute. You’d be laughing you said,, but had the one I loved shown up with roses for me, I’d be weeping instantly. First I’d be in shock, bc I don’t think anyone would ever bring me my fav flowers for me without me telling them to and that too..on Valentine’s Day. And second, being shown love gestures from the one you love unconditionally must be so special.. I don’t know how that would have felt but today I woke up to Jake’s posts and pictures and I already feel like the happiest and best thing to walk on this planet earth bc I’ve been smiling nonstop and feel so happy🥹

♡… also anonie there’s kinda a special secret I want to tell u maybe someday! Like show u something special about myself that means a lot to me 💗🙈🥰 and if you don’t mind me asking baby, I’m turning 20 this year; what age are you turning this year? (FEEL FREE TO NOT ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT TO OR FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE HUN)

♡…pls baby don’t type as you walk🥺 I feel so scared what if you bump into a car or person and get hurt 💔 you might even attract creepy stalkers or a phone thief if you’re too distracted!! T-T (I pray that never happens) and ikr. Men🙄 I don’t trust them at all. I know there are some good men in this world, but mostly I met and saw around me bad men who just take advantage of you, who pretend to be nice people and then discard you and disregard your feelings. That’s so upsetting that’s why I stay away from them as much as I can. I stay away from PEOPLE in general as much as I can bc people really be scary af😭 </3

♡… HMM OMG ANONIE that’s a super hard question KFC or McDonald’s 😨 I love both so much 😍 it’s like if I get kfc for lunch, I’ll have to get McDonald’s for dinner then and vice versa!! Kfc zinger burgers are the best burgers to exist for me 🫶🏻 but then McDonald’s fries are the tastiest fries in the world so McDonald’s wins by .5 since Fries are my favourite food 🍟 hahahahhahahahahaha. ( they give so much fries and the people I go w/ can never finish theirs, so I remember how everytime I finish the whole tray of fries by myself and rejoice from contentment!! )

♡…and your grandma aww 🥺 I’m so happy to hear baby that you finally got to talk with her! <3 I can understand how hard it must be to stay away from a precious family member and always yearning to be close to them and help them during the worst times. So it fills me with relief that you guys contacted recently! And omg she’s felix biased💗🥹 your grandma and I would get along, huh!! ;) <3 haha the relationship you have w her is so cute. It’s so heart warming to hear you can feel accepted in her presence no matter what and she even approved of her grandson-in-law (our hyunnie so yaay 🎉)

♡…awh baby I can totally get how intimidating a change can seem. But don’t be afraid, okay? Cause changes are sometimes for the better. And don’t fear you’re gonna lose yourself if you try to change..you know the person in the core of your heart is always gonna be the same. 💗 embrace the new challenges and let it mould you into a stronger and more amazing version of you. You’re not becoming someone else. You’re becoming a BETTER VERSION OF YOU. Think of it like that and you will see how relieved you feel.

♡..and baby don’t feel bad or fear about having so many traumas. You see scars and emotional trauma and distress are something that all people have- some have worse some have slightly better but none of that defines us. They are something we never truly recover from, they just become less intense with time bc we just learn to live with them. At one point in your life in the future, you will look back and be glad that you went through certain things and met some certain people who gave u bad feelings cause if you never met them, you’d never be who you are then and you’d never have had turned out the way you would. Perhaps, you’d turn out as a different person and who knows..maybe your life would have been better in the present but in the future it would have been hard bc you wouldn’t be mentally strong enough. All the incidents that happened atleast shaped you into a stronger and wiser person. :’) 💕

♡….idk where you are rn or know exactly the things you went through to get here, but I know it took a lot in you and it was rough. That’s why I keep reminding you again and again that you’re amazing and you’re doing enough, so rest assured baby, cause better things await you. One day, you will be brave enough to brace yourself for coming where you have. 💓 I pray and hope I’m there to applaud 👏🏻 you then.

♡..now just some random fillers at the end. The cookies u attached they look so tasty😭😍 I wanna go nomnom bc they’re making my mouth water..</3 I love choco chip cookies. (AND WHY THE FELIX AB PICTURE WHAT THE HELL I ALMOST SCREAMED) and something I wanted to say at the end bc it feels super special to me..- I love the way you call me sunshine. It makes me feel so validated and appreciated on the inside, cause it’s always been a dream of mine to be someone who can be a light in other people’s lives. I always yearned to be addressed as “sunshine” with love by people dear to me someday, and now that it’s happening, it brims my eyes with the happiest tears. I really, really, really love you. 💛

ꕺ♡ ….💌 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 ƒєℓιχ 🌤️ ꕺ♥︎

[☁️….𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲] ⇘ ♡♡♡

“When I look at you, I feel like I have another reason to live.”

[ssreeder]

Hello 👋

Beautiful chapter btw I enjoyed it so much.

Also I recommend you listen to Lonely St by Stray Kidz it's from their new album and it's really good (the whole album has no skips in general but that song is my new obsession)

- Kpop anon x

Hi kpop anon!!!

I finally had time to listen to the song & it’s super catchy!! I like it!!

It has been added to my growing kpop album! (almost all of them have been recommended by you lol)

I’m super happy you enjoyed the chapter!! & I’m excited to give you the next one :)

[dr4kenlvr]

MY BABY'S AN ID♡L !!

pairings: baji keisuke, draken, hanma shuji x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack (?)

request: heyyyy would be hella cool if u could do some hcs for tokyo revengers boys with a idol s/o who is a rapper on a girlcrush group <3 xoxox

a/n: omg this was so fun bc i used to be so into kpop!! i still have so many photocards and albums displayed in my room <3 thanks anon for requesting, and the freedom in choice of characters xoxox

part 2 / part 3

BAJI KEISUKE:

"you're.. an IDOL?! AND YOU'RE THE GROUP'S LEAD RAPPER??!!" - is the first thing he says (yells) when you tell him you're apart of a music group that specializes in a girlcrush concept

i hc baji doesn't really listen to music,,, he only knows some stuff through chifuyu (who i hc listens to kpop) so he doesn't really know about your group

so one day, you show him the most popular music videos and songs from you guy's

he's prancing and jumping around when he hears your verses come on

"oh shit.. oh SHIT.. OH SHIT !! YUH GET IT BABE!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"

he's swinging his hair everywhere and you're dying at the sight of him- he's the cutest, and he is always hyping you up and promoting your group to his gang

he downloads your songs on his phone and listens to them on the way to and from school

one time he handed you and earbud to share and it was your guy's debut song

"baji, y'know im tired of hearing my own songs over and over."

"okay... and im not so either listen or give it back."

baji is so so fucking impressed how you can spit such verses at such fast paces, but also while dancing??? and you can sing too???honestly how... he can't comprehend it

which is why he's so proud about your career, he knows you've worked incredibly hard to get to where you are now

but he is also extremely cocky,, he doesn't shut up about you to chifuyu but chifuyu literally doesn't mind

he wishes he could rap but he won't try, nope, not with you in the room to make fun of him in front of everyone!

DRAKEN:

aw man this big bitch is so happy to see you living your dream on stage, being the bad bitch you are

his heart pounds at the sight of your bright smile

he is your number one supporter, and constantly streams your music in hopes of your group winning an award one day <3

and he streams it properly, like no loops, watches on regular speed, switches the video now and then- he knows what he's doing ;)

if he can attend your shows, he's really loud- yelling, cheering, whooping, all while waving your lightstick around LMAO

the girls at his brothel also know about you and your group! he sometimes shows them your music awww

when you first told him about your career, he immediately wanted to see some content

he was surprised that you were so.. famous- and that he was dating you.. a famous person

he knows how tiring it can be to be an idol, so he's always there to hand you a helping hand

he keeps a keen eye on your health, knowing the physical strain that constant training and practice does to someone

you need something? he's got it for you asap

water bottle empty? oh it's filled now. you hungry? boom he's got snacks in his bag. you want something more filling? he's already ordering takeout for you. whatever you need, draken's got your back

and he lets you know every single day, with a tender kiss on your forehead and a gentle smile <3

HANMA SHUJI:

shuji is so excited for you

when you show him your group's music, he is over the moon estatic that he's dating an idol omg

and he thinks you're so cool and just the energy you exude when you perform is so attractive to him

"you're fucking insane for that ♡"

asks you to rap one of your verses for him, and is awestruck- he just looks like :D HELPPP

he finds himself falling for you all over again!

you always catch him watching fancams of you, and there's this specific one he always goes back to because 'you look hot as fuck that's why'

you better believe that when you have a late night practice, he will be outside waiting to pick you up on his bike

on the drive home he'll ask you about your day, if you ate yet, if you wanna eat, etc etc.

some days he'll offer you massages, he knows you're tired and he wants to help as much as he can

and my god are his massages the absolute BEST- he can really work magic with those hands

oh, and he will undoubtedly fight (kill) any creep or stalker that you may have- he knows the world is a fucked place and people will go to extreme measures to please themselves

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @samu-sorbet (apologies! i forgot to do this initially hehe) <3

[bffsoobin]

This Time Around

➤ idol!yeonjun x non!idol/ex!girlfriend reader ft. same reader x jungkook (mostly platonic), fluff, angst, lots of messy feelings, other txt members make appearances/are mentioned

↳ weeks after your chance reconnection with Yeonjun, you book a flight to Seoul under his encouragement. When you arrive, you’re not only overwhelmed by the lifestyle of an idol, but the new people you meet. Will you and Yeonjun be able to hold on to each other this time around?

word count: 9k

requested?: yes! (thank you for this great idea, anon)

warnings: this is largely angst. crying, arguments, swearing, feelings of betrayal and confusion, Yeonjun is kind of an ass, self-doubt (in both Yeonjun and reader), messy feelings and relationships all around, this does NOT have a happy ending so don’t go in expecting one lmao also disclaimer (?) that I a) have no idea what the BH building looks like inside b) don’t think that either Yeonjun or Jungkook would act this way...we are here to write fiction, after all.

A/N: This is a sequel to Just One Day! I won’t be making too many explicit references to the content of that fic but reading it first will help with storyline clarity! I also don’t explicitly state this but the reader in this case already knows Korean, she just has never been to the country before- it was simply easier for storytelling. I really hope y’all like this. I was very inspired by this request especially since I was in the mood to write both angst and a sequel to one of my older pieces! (also this gave me a good excuse to write about koo without feeling bad for straying from TXT content lmao) ALSO this is not proof read or edited, as usual for me :)

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“I think it’s a good idea,” Yeonjun’s voice, velvety and heavy with sleep, seeps through the speakers of your phone. You glance at the time displayed on your computer and do the mental math which proves it’s a crisp 2 am in Korea.

“Go to bed, Junnie,” you half-scold, knowing that you wish for nothing more than for him to stay on the line until he eventually falls asleep in the middle of the conversation. He sighs through the phone, and you imagine him stretching his arms above his head to eliminate the fatigue creeping through him.

“Not till you promise me you’ll come,” he counters smartly. Your stomach flips wildly at the words. It had been almost three months since you spent the day with him, and not a single day had passed where he hadn’t been on your mind. Whether you spent your time talking to him or indulging yourself in your newfound kpop guilty pleasures, Yeonjun was almost always on your mind. Staying in touch proved to be harder than expected, due to both time zones and your equally packed schedules. Since he had flown back to Korea, you’d begun your first big girl job in a serious office that required constant business attire and piled the paperwork onto you, the newest and youngest hire.

“I’d love to, but you know how it is at work. I think my boss would combust if I told him I was taking a week’s vacation.” Talking about work made your head swim, as you recalled the stack of paperwork currently residing on your bedroom desk that needed to be finished before you showed up on Monday.

“That’s exactly why you deserve a vacation, Y/N. Look, if you fly into Seoul I promise I’ll make sure you don’t think about work for a second. I know you have time to take off, so take it. Come see me.” The line was quiet for a few seconds as you pondered, weighing your options carefully.

“I miss you,” Yeonjun’s voice came through loud and clear, crumbling the last remaining bit of your resolve. You missed him too, so much more than you ever thought you would, and your heartbeat kicks into high gear at the thought of seeing him again.

“Okay, I’ll file for my week off on Monday. I’ll see you soon, Yeonjun.”

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When you finally arrive inside of the BigHit building, suitcase in tow and a huge visitor lanyard around your neck, your hands are sweating profusely. A kind staff member had picked you up from the airport and delivered you to the practice room that Yeonjun would presumably be inside of. The walls were soundproofed well, but you could hear the faint beat of bass through the heavy door as you hesitate in pushing it open. Another staff member passes behind you and eyes you closely until recognizing the badge hanging around your neck.

Feeling awkward for hesitating in the hallway after being seen, you push on the door until it swings open in a smooth motion. The wheels of your suitcase click over the seams of the floor, and the sound would have been enough to make you cringe if it weren’t for the pounding music.

A track you don’t recognize echos through the mirrored room as none other than Choi Yeonjun stares intently back at his own dancing reflection. You catch your own reflection; arms crossed in a protective latch over your chest.

His body moves fluidly, as if he had left all of his bones waiting for him at home, and a thrill of excited anxiety crawls through your chest. He was really there, mere feet away, and you were really here in the middle of the BigHit building, achieving the dreams of fans all over the world.

The music stops and your mouth runs dry. Yeonjun’s heaving breath is the only sound in the mirrored room and you try to drive away the thought of the last time you’d heard him pant like that; sweaty and shirtless overtop of you on your rickety secondhand couch.

“You made it.” He says, impressively able to control his voice even after the exertion.

“In one piece, at least.” You say. Your arms stay wound around your body, a protective cage against his stare and his touch. He eyes you carefully and you’re suddenly concerned that your airport-chic appearance is inadequate.

“You look pretty.” He whispers, stepping close enough that his heaving chest almost touches your crossed arms. His hands, fingers calloused and rough, wind around your wrists and tug gently, giving you plenty of time to pull back. But you let him unwind your arms and pull them to your sides. His hands are large and warm and press gently into your skin, grounding you into the room and the moment and the absurdity of the fact that you’re actually here with him in Korea.

“You bleached your hair.” You offer weakly, withering underneath his attention.

“I’m not supposed to tell, but I’m getting ready for pink.” He says. Sweat drips down his temples, meeting and rolling together in tracks down to his chin. He looks just as handsome as you remember him to be months before, but it’s hard to ignore the thinned frame of his face.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” You ask, finally finding courage to string together a meaningful sentence.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Yeonjun leans into you, supporting himself on the tips of his toes until he’s dangerously close to toppling you both over. He levels a heavy, constant gaze on you, eyes drifting down to the surprised pout of your lips and sliding back to your eyes. In a second you know that he wants to kiss you, and there is nothing more you’d like than for that to happen, so you close your eyes and lean into him; feel the warmth of his breath and you can almost taste the salt of his sweat, but the kiss never comes. Instead, Yeonjun startles and drops his hands from you, takes one huge step back and immediately bends into a deep bow. 

Your back is still facing the door, but you catch a glimpse through the mirror. Jeon Jungkook stands just inside the door, dark wavy hair tied half up in a messy bun, some loose strands framing his face. He’s wearing a t-shirt and loose sweats and rubbing fatigue from his eyes, but he’s somehow even more handsome in person. Your face flushes, desperately trying not to make eye contact with him through the mirror and knowing you failed as soon as he shoots you a small, toothy smile. 

“Didn’t know you had company,” He says in lieu of a greeting as he steps just slightly closer to the two of you. 

“We were just going.” Yeonjun bows again, grabs your wrist and tugs you in a persuasive manner. 

“It’s okay, really.” Jungkook enthuses, eyes crinkling in apparent amusement at Yeonjun’s behavior and before you know it your face twists into a similar smile. It had been a long time since you’d seen Yeonjun so nervous, acting like he was attached to a live wire that kept him moving nonstop. “No need to rush out on my account.” Jungkook adds as Yeonjun tugs you again, leaving your suitcase abandoned in the spot you’d been standing. You open your mouth to protest. 

“Wait! I don’t think that...” Jungkook looks at you pointedly as he rolls the suitcase back over to the two of you. 

“Y/N.” You offer, hands sweating profusely as he passes over the luggage. 

“I don’t think that Y/N would like to leave without her suitcase.” His eyes twinkle with something like an untold joke, an anecdote he wants to share but keeps in the back of his head for later. You thank him shortly, still starstruck and nervous as Yeonjun pulls you out of the door. 

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“I’m so sorry about that.” Yeonjun apologizes again as you arrive at a new door, this one in a whole new wing of the building that you would have gotten lost finding on your own. 

“It’s okay, Jun. I expect to run into...o-other people.” You stutter as he opens the door, facing the realization that you were probably about to meet Yeonjun’s members too. The dorm was simpler than you expected, opening up to a lightly furnished living room that looked like it had been hastily cleaned- you could see a stack of clothes had been clumsily shoved behind the couch. 

The lack of instant greetings surprises you as you follow Yeonjun blindly into the room but you don’t say anything. You kind of wish that the other four boys would come bursting out, bombard you with questions and jokes and prodding fingers as Yeonjun lets you into his room. The air is still charged from your interrupted kiss, and your fingers curl around the handle of your suitcase as you recall Jungkook’s reaction. He had clearly found it amusing, but was he more interested in teasing Yeonjun or finding out exactly who you were? 

In the moment you had found his attention comical although stressful, like a funny anecdote that Yeonjun might grumble about a few weeks later. Now, you replay it over and over again, worried that every chance interaction with another idol within the building would play out exactly the same. Maybe you weren’t quite cut out for this. Yeonjun had been speaking the whole time, rattling off words you don’t catch as he opens and closes drawers.

“-is that alright?” He asks, spinning on his socked heels to face you. You freeze, trying desperately to claw through your mind for any clues to what he’d said. Yeonjun smirks, closes in on you and raises a well-kept eyebrow. 

“What did I just ask you?” He asks, voice level and cool despite the teasing nature of the question. 

“I-I don’t know.” You admit, a blush rises on your cheeks as his smirk pulls even larger. 

“I asked...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear, “if you wanted to share a bed. You could always sleep on the couch, but I-”

“No, I’ll sleep with you!” You slap a hand over your mouth as Yeonjun dissolves into giggles. “I mean, I mean, I don’t mind sharing a bed.” You try desperately to break through his laughter but it’s useless, so you succumb to the same fit of giggles. Yeonjun cups your cheeks sweetly, squishing them together in earnest before leaning in the same way he had just minutes prior. Your heart stutters at the knowledge that this kiss was finally happening after three months separated. 

Your lips meet in soft, tentative passes against each other until you recall the feeling. Yeonjun is hesitant, hanging back until you surge forward, kissing him harder and wiggling your tongue between the seam of his lips until he opens them. His teeth rake your bottom lip and nibble hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste grounding you into the moment until Yeonjun pulls back, thumbs stroking the tops of your cheeks. He places another kiss to your nose, giggling against your skin as you shy away. 

A loud crash sounds from just outside the door and you jump, eyes blowing wide when the sound of overlapping voices grows closer and closer. Yeonjun tells you that the rest of the boys must be back and ushers you out of the room before you can protest. 

In the living room you’re faced with the four of them, all busying themselves with mundane tasks or scrolling through their phones until Yeonjun clears his throat. They look up simultaneously, synchronized enough that you would have laughed under a different circumstance. 

“Everyone, this is, my uh, uh, Y/N.” Yeonjun awkwardly sweeps a hand your way and you flush, feeling small as the four boys you’d watched and laughed with and admired through a screen bowed to you. 

“I really-it’s not...well, hi.” You sigh. 

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Introductions aside, the night slides by easily until the wear of your travel catches up with you so suddenly that you slump onto the nearest body. Yeonjun shakes you awake and it’s only then that you notice the shoulder you were leaning upon belonged to Beomgyu. You apologize to the boy as soon as you can get your tongue to work properly and are soon whisked away to Yeonjun’s bedroom. The short trip awoke you to an unpleasant degree, almost feeling as if you were suddenly too aware of your surroundings. The lights were too bright, the scent of fabric softener too strong in your nose, the sound of the remaining four people in the living room too loud. And of course, the presence of Yeonjun too much to handle. 

You sit at the foot of the bed and pick at your nails while Yeonjun shuffles around the room, doing something you don’t bother to track closely. 

“Are you going to get ready for bed?” He asks shortly, not even turning to face you. You now realize that he had pulled on pajamas of his own; a too-big graphic t-shirt and a pair of worn sweatpants. Frowning, you head for your own suitcase and dig through the carefully stacked clothes until you find some suitable options. You change quickly, keeping your back to him although you can feel his heavy stare at your back. 

“Did you like them?” He asks. You sit back at the metal headboard and nod thoughtfully. His lips draw into a straight line as he settles beside you. “You and Beomgyu really...got along well.” 

“Sure, I think we all got along well.” You offer, tucking yourself underneath his newly cleaned sheets. For a moment you wonder what he was going to do about the lights overhead, but they extinguish with a press of a button on his phone. Plunged in darkness, you can’t help but feel a bit bolder, indulging in the burn of defiance within you. 

“Why? Are you jealous?” You ask. Yeonjun scoffs and you can feel the sheets pull as he flips underneath them. He says nothing but you can feel the air in the room shift. The bedding feels suffocating. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

----

When you wake, you’re uncharacteristically hot. You notice the sweat beading your neck and forehead as soon as you sit up, desperate to free yourself from the covers. You wonder if Yeonjun is suffering a similar fate, or if his body is used to the brutal heat of his bedroom. You turn to look for him, happy anxiety at the thought of seeing his sleeping form in real time brewing in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d imagined this exact moment, wondered if he scrunched his face in his sleep or if he looked serene and peaceful, wondered if he snored or spoke or sighed in his sleep. 

But all you saw was crumpled sheets and a small, bright green post-it note with bunched writing. It stuck to the bed sheets as you pulled it up, and you had to blink a few times before you finally understood the gist of the note. Yeonjun was gone, off to do his daily idol duties, and you are welcome to use their shower as none of the boys were home. You scan the note again for any sign of love or sincerity but find nothing more than cold and clinical facts, like a teacher giving instructions to a class. 

Bitterness grows in your chest as you slip into the cramped shower and cool yourself off under a trickle of water. Theoretically, you know that Yeonjun would be busy while you were here. After all, you couldn’t expect the company to let him off of all responsibility just because you were around. Your skin was growing red under the scrub of your fingers. But he could have at least run it by you last night, warned you that he would probably be gone by the time you got up and given you some idea of when he’d be back. What were you supposed to do all day? You stepped out of the shower, flinging your wet hair away from your face. You could barely make it out of this building alone, but you’d be damned if all you did was sit here and wait for him to return. If he wasn’t going to be here, you’d make your own fun.

You were unfamiliar to Seoul, but after navigating yourself out of the BigHit building you felt as if you could conquer anything. You hadn’t realized how much of the day had passed by in your slumber until you stepped into the real world. Dusk had begun to fall over the sky, painting it a hazy purple-pink in anticipation of a sunset. People and cars and buses rushed by with purpose as you stand still and baffled at the city before you. The packed street before you is a little bit intimidating, but reminded you enough of the bustle of your hometown that you took a brave step forward anyway. Crossing so quickly that you almost run into a group of teenage girls, you finally reach some kind of a destination. To be fair, you had done zero planning on sight seeing before coming, so almost every building looked like a destination to you. A particularly cute looking café seemed to manifest itself out of thin air and beckon you in with sweet drinks and sugary snacks. You order and eat greedily with the realization that this is your first real meal since being on the plane yesterday, and the waitress laughs when you tell her that as you flag her down for another piece of cake. 

The café certainly lives up to the hype you make for it, but you notice the employees begin to clean and close things down, so you leave and thank them on the way out. You finally check your phone, hoping that Yeonjun might have sent you an apology or an update, but you see nothing aside from email notifications. Emblazoned by his actions, you continue on your exploration, opening the doors to a clothing shop with so much force that other patrons cringe. Inside, you buy way too many things to fit in your suitcase before traipsing yourself-weighed down by bags- into a nearby restaurant. Something about being in Korea had elevated your appetite to an extreme level, so your stomach growls as soon as you cross over the threshold. The place is crowded, almost packed wall to wall as patrons and employees alike bustle between one another. 

The cute wooden sign reads “seat yourself” so you dodge and weave until you find a tiny table, just big enough for your party of one, hidden in a more private corner of the restaurant. An employee spots you and yells out that he’s going to go get a menu, so you content yourself with people watching in the meantime. At the table diagonal to you, you spot a woman who looks just about the same age as you. Her hair is carefully waved; a deep, shiny brown that flows just down to the top of her chest. Every feature you can spot is immaculate and it makes you feel sick. Her nails are perfectly manicured, not a single chip or hang nail in sight, while your own nailbeds are torn up and bloody as a result of nervous picking. A weird, unwelcome acidity crawls up the back of your throat and demands to be acknowledged, makes your eyes burn with envious tears as the waiter finally delivers a menu and you wonder why you can’t just look that put together and perfect. After you order you can no longer stand to look her way anymore, angry at the fact that you were so resentful of this stranger. 

Your waiter drops your food and utensils with polite haste but you aren’t nearly as hungry as you were before. Noodles and broth swirl around your spoon as the steam rises into your face, paying more attention to the bustle of the open kitchen where you spot a fun streak of vibrant pink hair. Whoever is donning it must have had it done recently. There’s a few small patches of pink dye spotting the back of their neck and it’s quite endearing to think about until you remember- Yeonjun was supposed to be dying his hair pink soon, and that tall frame and broad back look suspiciously familiar, and he still hasn’t sent you any texts, and you think that maybe he was just getting some takeout and heading back home but then he turns away from the counter and heads to your corner of the building. Your mouth goes dry, all the air still and stale in your lungs as his eyes land on yours. He looks away and then looks back again, double taking as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As if he hadn’t been the one to invite you out to Korea, as if you hadn’t shared a bed last night. And then he moves, finally, walks away from the counter and toward your table with a tray piled with food and your heart hammers against your ribs as he walks right by and settles into the seat across from the perfect girl. She smiles wide as he unloads the food and settles in. 

There’s nothing you can do but stare and fight the sting of your eyes until your waiter comes back around, notices your untouched food and asks if you want a takeout container. You say yes loud enough for Yeonjun to hear, and you can see him flinch but you know he won’t turn around. Not in public, with all these people around. Not when he’s an idol and you’re just a normal girl- a fucking tourist- and not when Miss Perfect is giggling her perfect laugh at whatever he just said. 

The air outside is cold and it stings. Your face is wet but you don’t try to hide it. You don’t know any of these people, and they will never see you again. They probably won’t even remember that you cried on the walk home, weighed down with bags of food and clothes and the knowledge that Yeonjun was lying. 

When you return to the dorm Beomgyu, Soobin and Taehyun are hanging around the living room, watching something on the television. 

“Hey- where’s Yeonjun? He said he was going to dinner, we assumed he was meeting you.” Soobin asks, his tone cautiously trying to hide his confusion. 

“Well, I did go to dinner,” you lift up the bags on your arm, “and so did Yeonjun. At the same place.” Your voice clips and you take a moment wonder if you should go on until Beomgyu mutters a soft “oh”. 

“Well, here’s some food.” The plastic bag thuds on the coffee table. “Not hungry.”

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You don’t know what time it is when Yeonjun decides to come back, but you have no plans of acknowledging his presence. The room is dimmed, only a bedside lamp left to keep you out of total darkness. You are perfectly content to simmer in your own anger for the night, let him feel it radiate off of your back the whole time you sleep. Until he has the audacity to ask, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You see red in the dark room. Your fingers clench into the pillow, making a victim out of the poor feathers and fabric as you contemplate throwing it at his head. His new hair looks even nicer in the low light; nearly fluorescent and falling in a perfectly styled arc around his face.

“Don’t do that. Act like you don’t know.” You spit. Yeonjun says nothing but he clears his throat awkwardly, as if he’s about to make an argument, but you beat him to it. 

“At least tell me who she is.” You try to hide the waver of your voice but it’s already there to stay. 

“She’s no one! I’m not really supposed to tell anyone about it yet, the guys don’t even know-” 

“They don’t know what? That you’re keeping two different girls in your pocket? Can’t even commit to one for a week long vacation? Jesus, Yeonjun, If you want to...cheat on me, at least wait until I’m not in the country. Fuck, I can’t even call it cheating because you don’t even want to date me! We only met up again a few months ago, and we spent one day together! And we fucked and it was nice and it was fun but what the fuck was it really? I texted you today, you know, to ask where the hell you were, and you never answered. I know that your life is busy, but a warning yesterday would have been nice.” 

“I’m not cheating on you! She’s not- she’s just, someone I- that’s not the point, Y/N! And I’m sorry I didn’t answer you, but I was really busy, and I forgot to bring it up and I’m sorry, but did you really expect me to hang around all day?” You grit your teeth to stop an annoyed screech from hopping out.

“Of course not, Yeonjun. I’m not an idiot. What I expected was some fucking communication. I traveled across the world to come see you, maybe even try to figure out what we are, and so far all I’ve done is wander around the city alone. This isn’t what I wanted to do! I’m missing a week of work for this! I didn’t come out here just to be your little plaything once you get home!” 

“That’s not what I’m doing!” Yeonjun stands up from the bed, rubbing his palms over the back of his neck. “I knew you would never understand. You can never understand how busy this lifestyle is, and I guess I was stupid for believing that you could understand, and that you wouldn’t be mad at me for having to go do my fucking job.” 

“I don’t understand? I don’t understand your life? Will you ever just admit that you only like me because you can mold me around your shit? When I’m back home you can call me at any hour that works for you, and I’ll pick up. You can bitch about your job and your friends and your company and all the pain you have but whenever I call you you’re tired or sick or just don’t feel like it. Guess fucking what Yeonjun. I’m here now. And we share a room and a bed and a city so you can’t keep me miles away and at your beck and call whenever you so well please. I’m right in front of you now, and you need to own up to your shit. You ignored me. Now you’re lying about whoever the fuck that girl was. You don’t get to be a prick just because you’re a famous idol.” Your face is hot and your hands are shaking. Sweat is beading on your forehead just like it did this morning and it makes you itch but you refuse to move a single muscle, hardened to the spot and staring Yeonjun down. You can’t even remember how the argument started, but all you know now is that you can’t stand to look at him any longer. His eyes are wide, bottom lip wobbling. Tears sting at your eyes and your nose burns and you’re ready to lay down or maybe chug a bottle of vodka. 

“I’m going to bed.” You pull the covers over you even though you’re sweltering, turn off the bedside lamp with the switch and clamp your eyes shut. 

----

Your brain never shuts off. Even when you slam your eyes shut and start counting metaphorical sheep, you’re still replaying the argument on a relentless loop. Yeonjun had left the room moments after you tucked yourself in and you had yet to hear the door creak to announce his reappearance, so it was safe to assume that he was sleeping on the couch or holed up with another one of the boys. Or maybe he went crawling back to Miss Perfect. 

The room is suffocating; heat simmers off of every surface even after you’ve thrown off the sheets and the white walls are annoying you. If you ever talk to Yeonjun again it will have to be about his piss poor decorating skills and the fact that he couldn’t even manage to hang up some pictures to break up the never ending white. Your phone says it’s just minutes shy of 2 am, but what does that really mean when you have no idea what time you laid down? Your legs move before your mind decides where you’re going, seemingly possessed by the idea of leaving the room as fast as possible. There’s just enough time to shrug on a crewneck and a pair of sneakers before you find yourself under the blinding fluorescents of the hall that remind you exactly where you are. Tall, sturdy black doors stand on both sides of you, metal accents gleaming and boasting their contents. There’s no easy way to understand the layout of the building, and you assume that’s for the protection of the idols, but it also means that you completely forget the only route you know for leaving the building.  

Had you taken a left or a right? Did you pass by the hallway next to the ladies bathroom or go down it? Had there always been a potted plant next to that office, or did all of the doors just look similar? Somehow, you find yourself back in the place you had first been delivered to when you arrived. The doors were slightly different here, some made of thick wavy glass that was vaguely transparent and others made out of the same black you had become used to. A set of three rooms with the wavy glass were right next to one another, and if your suspicions were correct they were all practice rooms, presumably empty at the lack of music. The thought of the rooms, empty and clean and sporting just enough comfortable furniture in the corner for you to sprawl out on. There was no way that sleep was going to overcome you, but at least you could feel secure in your loneliness for a few hours. 

The metal handle was cold, chilling your sweaty palm instantly, but you’re met with harsh resistance. It doesn’t budge forward no matter how hard you push downward and lean into the door. Out of anger you try one more time, grunting and digging your heels into the carpet of the hallway. 

“You need a card to get in.” A voice calls from what must just be steps behind you, and you jump embarrassingly high before turning reluctantly. Surely some poor late-shift cleaner or intern had seen you struggling with the door and decided to take pity on you before someone really saw you making a fool of yourself. You could only imagine what they were thinking- how they would go home to their pets or family or friends and laugh about the girl they saw throwing her entire weight against a locked door.

But in the split second your neurons begin to fire anew, you know that you weren’t lucky enough to be discovered by another normal member of society. On this already annoyingly unlucky night you come face to face with- once again- Jeon Jungkook. You flush immediately and pull at the hem of your shorts until they do a better job at covering your thighs. You’re still sweaty, strands of hair matted to the back of your neck and your forehead, and the fact that it’s sometime past 2 am and you’ve yelled and cried and tossed and turned and cursed everything that led you to this moment only makes you look worse.  

And, of course, even though it’s sometime past 2 am and maybe Jungkook had also been sweating and tossing and turning and cursing everything too...he still manages to look like an angel. His hair is unruly, all loose and wavy and sticking up in some places. His outfit is almost identical to what you first saw him in, but this it was black instead of gray, and his sleeves are bunched at the elbow, only affording you half a look at his lithe muscles and tattoos. His lips split in the same toothy grin as he gestures a small plastic card your way. How dare he look so handsome no matter the circumstance. He’s so much closer than he had been before, merely a foot away from you in the narrow hallway. Up this close you can see how perfect his skin is, as smooth and pore less as Yeonjun’s and Miss Perfect’s. 

“No, I don’t need it.” You dismiss his hand with a small wave, sour after reminding yourself why you were here to begin with. 

“Seems like you do?” Jungkook’s voice was oddly small too. He retracts his hand halfway, making sure you could still take it from him if you want to. 

“No, what I need is a new boyfriend.” You spit the words before your conscious can review them, before you can remember that Yeonjun isn’t your boyfriend, that he isn’t technically anything except a rekindled flame you traveled across the world for. Jungkook pulls his arm all the way back and his face softens. You know he puts the pieces together quickly and you can feel the sympathy pass through the hall.  “Nevermind. I’m sure you’re busy, or need to pass by or- yeah, sorry.” You stand aside, press against the wall and wait for him to walk away, but he stays grounded and levels his soft but deadly gaze on you. It’s an unwelcome reminder that he’s one of the most famous idols in the world and you’re standing in the middle of his company building; tired and teary.

“Did you fight? Is that why you’re wondering through our part of the building alone?” He gestures at one of the doors further down the hallway, a solid black one, and you can make out a shiny plaque with his name on it and some cute little decorations taped on the wall. 

“I’m so sorry, I can’t find my way around this place- I just couldn’t sleep so I wandered and I guess I ended up in...your part of the building.” You can feel the heat radiate off of your face as he smiles again, nose scrunching at your panic. 

“Cute.” His nose wiggles one more time before he schools his features as if the word didn’t nearly knock you on your ass. Cute. Cute! He has the audacity to stand here in the middle of the night and call you cute. “Seriously, if you need somewhere to sit down or sleep, there’s a couch in my studio, it’s clean in there, you can-”

“Oh, no! Jungkook,” you blush stupidly at using his name, “I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll just circle back to Yeonjun’s and sleep it off.” The thought makes your stomach churn, the idea of trying to fall asleep in the exact room your almost relationship fell to pieces. Surely the carpet couldn’t be too uncomfortable-

“No, please, I’m offering. You look tired, and if you fought...well, I know how awkward it can be in the morning. Come on.” He walks away before you can protest and some other worldly sense makes you follow him. You never expected to be in this position, but you also never thought that Yeonjun would disappoint you so much. Inside of the partially padded studio is a surprisingly large sofa with a charming patchwork blanket draped over the back. Jungkook stands awkwardly next to his desk and picks at his fingernails as you sit down. You sink in to the couch and instantly feel more comfortable than you have in days, the soft scent of lavender and the warm yellow lights bring you as close to relaxation as you can get. 

“I saw him with another girl.” You lose your filter again and Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “He says it wasn’t a date, but he also won’t tell me who she was, and the rest of them all thought he was with me so he’s obviously lying. We aren’t technically dating, so can I even be mad? He’s lying no matter what, and he didn’t even tell me he would be out all day or text me during it. But I also still have three more days to stick out here.” A few hot tears are slipping down your face and you can’t help but feel insecure about them. 

Jungkook says nothing of the tears but chews thoughtfully on his thumbnail. He leans his hip against his desk, intimidating and sharp yet soft and handsome and sweet for letting you stay here and spill your anger into his studio. His socked foot taps on the floor in a rhythm unknown to you, and you can’t help but wonder how many people would kill to be in your exact spot. You notice a day-by-day calendar that’s quite a few days behind on his desk, and it makes you smile until he’s moving, lowering himself to the floor just a few inches away from your feet. 

His fists clench- subtle enough that you wouldn’t even notice if the room didn’t feel so charged- and as he looks up at you, you see that a look somewhere between anger and pity paints his face. It’s embarrassing to sit here like this, so clearly under his scrutiny with nothing but your pajamas to cover you. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook finally speaks again and shakes his head so much that a few ebony pieces of hair slip into his eyes in a near-perfect arc. You shrug. “Really, Y/N. I’m sorry. That’s an asshole move, no matter who the other girl is. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and after all the trouble you put in to come out here and see him-he’s lucky we don’t cross paths often.” He sighs and suddenly he’s sitting next to you on the couch, the weight and heat of his body making the situation that much more real and that much more odd. You must still have unshed tears lining your eyes when you find the courage to look up at him because he frowns. “Please, don’t cry! It’s the first time I’ve ever had a girl in here, and well, it’d be pretty embarrassing if she spends the whole time crying.” 

A shit eating grin sprouts on his face as soon as he sees your lips upturn with laughter. It’s hard not to be grateful for the joke, so you laugh and thank him for trying to make you feel better. 

“And thanks again, for the place to sleep. Or, try.” You have a feeling that sleep will evade you all night, no matter how cozy the room makes you. 

“If you don’t think you’re going to sleep-” Jungkook stands suddenly and rushes over to his desk. When he gets there, he turns his wide desktop computer until it faces the couch and logs in. “Then at least watch some movies! Here,” he puts a wireless keyboard in your lap- “whatever you wanna watch, I have it all.” You hesitate for just a moment and then type in the title of one of your favorite films with seconds to spare before Jungkook throws the patchwork blanket over both of your laps. He sinks back into the couch and you follow his lead, careful to keep a good few inches of space between the two of you because holy shit, you’re sitting next to Jungkook, and holy shit he’s watching a movie with you, and holy shit he just saw you cry and he looks so handsome from the side. 

You pay more attention to Jungkook than you do the movie. It’s funny to watch someone who feels so extraordinary do something as normal as watching a movie and realize that he really is human. And the way he crinkles his nose and widens his doe-eyes makes your heart stutter with attraction and then guilt at the thought of Yeonjun, who still makes your palms sweat and your heart shake with anticipation of his touch despite your argument. 

But here’s Jungkook, being kind and open and raw and willing to stay up with you on this random sleepless night although you only met by chance mere hours ago. And his kind eyes widen and narrow and crinkle when he laughs at the movie, and he offers you a second blanket and a throw pillow when your eyes get too heavy for you to focus, and you don’t think that you’re imagining things as you feel gentle fingers comb through your hair. 

----

Your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you wake up, confusion soaks your senses as you piece together where you are and how you got there and who’s lap your head is laying in. As if he could read your thoughts, Jungkook lets out a long and loud groan from above you. Clearly he had fallen asleep where he is now, head lolled against the back of the couch and a throw pillow folded between his arms. 

“Good morning.” He drawls, voice still deep and thick from slumber. Out of all the things you never thought you would do, waking up to Jungkook is near to the top. 

“M-morning.” You manage to call back as you run your hands over your face, hoping to absolve yourself of any evidence of shock. Jungkook’s studio is just as welcoming as it had been to you last night, but now a deep sense of guilt creeps through you. Yeonjun might have woken up by now, maybe he was ready to talk and try to make things better, maybe he’s been calling and texting you and you haven’t seen any of it. Your phone is nowhere to be found as you dig around in the blanket, a noise of distress clawing up the back of your throat. Heart pounding, you put a hand underneath the couch and slide it back and forth until your fingers graze over the cold, hard mass that must be your phone. As soon as it’s in your grasp you can see that the time is just a few minutes past 8am, and that you indeed do have a few texts waiting from Yeonjun. 

“Oh, Jungkook, thank you again for-y-you know, but I have to go, do you mind showing me which way to go?” Poor sense of direction had landed you here to begin with, and you wouldn’t let it make this problem any bigger again. Thankfully he doesn’t protest; just waits by the door as you straighten out your pajamas. Out in the hallway, the lights are bright and imposing and you recognize a headache from the late night is starting to creep up behind your eyes. No one really seems to be around to see the two of you, and you are nothing short of grateful for that when Jungkook makes a quick stop and you barrel into his back, face burning with embarrassment. He laughs as you sputter apologizes and wave for him to keep leading the way, but he insists on stopping and turning to face you. His face is puffy with sleep, eyes still scrunching against the lights, but they’re still clear and gentle and it’s hard to miss the teasing twitch of his full lips in such close proximity.

A wave of admiration crashes through you, followed quickly by a sickening feeling of guilt. Yeonjun was probably waiting for you to come talk things out, and here you were drooling over a different boy. “I’m okay, lets keep going.” Urging him on with a gentle push to his muscled back is the most you can do since you still don’t notice anything distinctive to lead you back to the correct dorm. Just a few more steps down the hallway and you can hear voices, overlapping shouts,  and one voice you would recognize anywhere coming from the way you were about to turn. Before you even had time to open your mouth to voice your concern to Jungkook, Yeonjun is stomping down the hallway, a panicked looking Taehyun in tow. 

His face is draw, sharp features heightened by either confusion or anger- it’s hard to tell- as he realizes who’s standing in front of him. The two boys are fairly evenly matched in height but Yeonjun still squares up, lifting his shoulders higher and craning his neck. You know he knows you’re there; you shared a moment of eye contact in the seconds before he leveled a glare at Jungkook. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yeonjun spits, anger shaking the fists at his sides. Jungkook is shocked, you can tell even from behind him, the way he recoils just slightly and scoffs as if he can’t believe his ears. 

“Look, this doesn’t need to be a fight. I was just helping Y/N get back to your dorm.” You’re amazed at how well he controls his anger, especially after seeing the anger he held back against Yeonjun the night before. You take this as a queue to step out from behind Jungkook’s frame, allowing Yeonjun a better look at you. 

“Oh, before or after she spent the night in your studio? Just couldn’t resist giving her a place to stay. Someone to sleep with?” Anger flares in your stomach, lighting a fire underneath your skin. 

“What the fuck, Yeonjun? Do you really think that I would-”

“Sleep with him? Of course. Why wouldn’t you? Look at the state of you two, don’t tell me you didn’t fuck.” There was simply no believing what was coming out of his mouth, and his words only made you wish that you had acted on the feelings you felt brewing last night. 

“What if I did? You certainly don’t want me! I’m sorry I went looking for companionship somewhere else!” It’s much too quiet in the hallway after that, the only evidence that the world hadn’t stopped turning is Jungkook’s hand that comes up to rest on your shoulder. 

“So you did.” Yeonjun rubs his chin, taking a step backwards in what you assume is disbelief. Tears creep into the corners of your eyes, stubbornly burning and forcing you to blink until your vision is blurry. Jungkook says something you don’t quite catch through the static buzzing in your ears. You feel exhausted, weak at the knees with disbelief at just how awful this interaction was going; so lost that it takes Jungkook shaking your shoulder to bring you back to reality. 

“Please, I don’t want to talk about this here. Yeonjun, let’s go, please.” You beg, walking toward him before he even responds. The idea of being caught in this odd trifecta made you sweat. Jungkook protests but you wave him off quickly, assuring that there was nothing else he could do. As upset as Yeonjun was, you knew that he would calm down substantially once the older boy was gone. 

The walk to the dorm is thankfully short, and Taehyun tries his best at making small talk while Yeonjun trails behind like a petulant child. As soon as you cross into the dorm you feel awkward and hot all over like everyone is watching you even though Taehyun is already disappearing into his room and locking the door while Yeonjun breezes right past you. 

“I’m not playing the silent game.” You follow Yeonjun into the kitchen where he has his head buried in the fridge, making a point to rattle every bottle and package inside of it. 

“Alright, fine. Then you get to tell me the truth.” His voice is softer now, much less elevated and harsh than it was just minutes before. “Did you spend the night with him?” It rattles your bones to hear the edge of hurt in his voice. 

“I was wandering around the building in the middle of the night, and he was too- so I told him what was going on and he offered for me to stay in his studio, on the couch. And I said yes-” Yeonjun’s face crumples. “We watched a movie and I fell asleep.” 

“Why didn’t you just come back? I texted you, Y/N. We literally just argued about communication and the first thing you do is run to a different guy? If I’m not good enough for you, just admit it.” 

“I could say the same exact thing to you. Why am I here? Should I just book a flight home tonight and call it quits? Do you even want to try this?” Yeonjun cracks open a bottle of water and drinks half in one go, avoiding your gaze at all costs. “And I did nothing with Jungkook. Because I respect you, and whatever the fuck this-” You gesture between the two of you, feet apart, “is. Or was.” 

“Don’t say that.” Yeonjun’s voice cracks, reminiscent of the way he used to sound on the phone when he called you at the end of the day. “I- I don’t want to hear you say that. Please.” A tremor of hurt shakes your bones, creates an unpleasant lump in your throat that you try and fail to swallow. Yeonjun appears to you now as similar as he did in your teenage years; uncertain and small and his wide, glassy eyes latching on to you like a lifeline. And you can’t help but remember how you used to be too; devoted to him and naïve about where life was going to take you. 

“I don’t want to say it either, Yeonjun. I hate saying it. But we aren’t the same people we were all those years ago. We’re in two different lives, and as much as I want to be able to fit into yours...it’s never going to happen.” Your body weight feels suddenly too much, like you’re being filled with lead and sunk to the bottom of the ocean to be forgotten. Yeonjun finally closes your perpetual gap in a slow gait that seemed like it would last forever. His eyes are red, puffy, rimmed with unshed tears. Dark circles ring his eyes and you know they’re because he probably didn’t sleep last night either. His lips are chapped and dry, pouting in an incurable sadness. Your fingers itch to cup his jaw and litter him with kisses until he finally grins. 

“Are you saying you don’t love me?” If any other noise had happened at the same time he spoke, you wouldn’t have heard the question. A stake strikes through your heart at the words, scarring your soul for years to come. 

“No, Junnie. I love you so much.” Your bottom lip wobbles and you gasp out a sob, “I just don’t think we’re going to work this time around. We’re both too busy, and on different tracks, and I think we just have to be more r-realistic.” You have to close your eyes, unable to watch the way tears begin to cascade down his own face. “I’m sorry.” You stand alone, still and cold and clamping your eyes shut so hard that they hurt. 

Yeonjun’s body molds around your form, tight and warm and shuddering slightly from his own tears. He smells like laundry detergent and musk and you shake with regret as his arms wind around your back and hold you as close to his frame as you think is humanly possible. Your tears soak his crewneck as the fabric scratches your skin. His heart beat is erratic, but you know yours isn’t fairing any better, and you can’t help but curse the universe for bringing you all this way with him just to shoot you back down. 

“I’m sorry too. For not being enough.” His words rumble into your hair and you can’t even find the energy to refute them and instead just shake your head. Your head spins in wild circle as Yeonjun finally stops shaking underneath you in favor of cupping your face in tender hands, forcing you to open your eyes. His look felt more intimate than anything else you had shared before; a pure and expressive opening into his most vulnerable form and the knowledge that you were the reason he was feeling it. 

“I think I should try to catch an earlier flight home.” You aren’t quite sure exactly why you say it, but Yeonjun doesn’t seem surprised at the notion. After all, there would be nothing to stick around for. He still had to work and you had no relationship left to hang on to. You hadn’t even gotten around to unpacking your suitcase. Yeonjun nods sadly, wiping at a few more tears before clearing his throat. His voice is thick, the evidence of his emotion loud and clear and your heart breaks at the thought of truly walking away from him. 

“I’ll miss you, Y/N.” There’s no telling if he would ever contact you after this, or if you would contact him. Maybe the two of you will live with odd shadows of one another in the back of your heads for the rest of your lives- a teenage romance rekindled years later only to explode and crackle and eventually fade into the dark.

[sanstropfremir]

Oh thanks to the other anon! I was just about to be like um....exo? Hiphop? Please explain how those two dots connect??? Yeah they tried a rap moment but then realized they sucked at it and kept to rnb.

But your point about fashion in 2015 is interesting because a lot of people I know seperate 3rd gen into early and late with 2015 being the agreed year of separation. I thought that it was just because 2015 is when early 3rd gen groups started really going so the ones that debuted after stood out more as noobies but I actually like your idea about fashion better!

my brain is SO stupid sometimes this is what i get for not sitting on my responses for more than two hours.

honest to god shinee's view/min heejin did a NUMBER on kpop in terms of turning fashion more ""normal"" but also that was the way the wind was blowing already because 2014 was when normcore hit REALLY big. and for most fashion trends there's a trickledown that happens so it takes a while for trends to hit parts of the world other than big fashion cities, so seeing the fallout of it in kpop was inevitably. like in the 2000s fashion was defined by the heavy influences of different subcultures; we saw the strengthening of the influences of black and street culture obviously, but also things from other places like puka and cowrie shell necklaces and large colourful prints from surfer culture and all of the accessorizing and makeup and hair that came from scene and goth. but around 2013-2014 the trend swung to the other extreme and we started seeing a lot of conformity and "normality" in fashion; i don't know what the median age of my followers are so maybe you won't remember but this was when we started to see the rise of ugg boots and circle skirts+scarves and those mid-length army green jackets and 'white girl fashion' as the dominent popular style, which, combined with normcore, evolved into a lot of boring fashion (in the west) for the last five to six years. and in kpop it translated from a diy/subculture and theatrical approach to styling/concepts to in 2016 just a lot of mostly normal looking clothes. in the last two-three years and change we've been seeing a lot more actually weird garments showing up, thanks to popular fashion being influenced by subcultures again (eboy/egirl/y2k revival, which is funny because it's like, a meta influence). it's the whole pendulum swinging/nostalgia cycle thing in effect; i think we're gonna get weird for another five years and then we'll be back to boring shit again.

[daebakinc]

Hi~ I am sorry you're having a hard time, I was there not to long ago, really hate that time of the month -_- anyway I don't usually reply to posts, I'm still kind of new and don't know how to do this sorry if this is not how I should reply😅 I would like to read a Shownu fluff or smut (as you wish,dependingon what youfeellike writing)I love that man and I'm a sucker for good writing and I think we need more Shownu fics and drabbles in tumblr, and I haven't seen your art but I get is good❤

Perfect. Perfect is exactly what he deserves and what he will get. Now just to summon the man himself.

You give the table one last look-over. You had broken both a sweat and a fingernail, but you are incredibly proud of your work. As many of Hyunwoo's favorite foods as you could humanly make in the four hours he's been asleep pack the table with just enough space for two empty places. It had helped that for once you knew when he would have a day off, so you had been able to prep a lot of the dishes before today.

As you turn towards your shared bedroom, you snag the bowl you'd used for finishing the pièce de résistance for the day. A triple layer sponge cake with a layer of graham cracker cream and another of fresh strawberry slices, all encased in homemade whipped cream for icing.

Hyunwoo is right where you left him: sprawled across the bed, body only half covered by the sheets, and fast asleep. You slowly sit down on the bed beside him, not quite ready to wake him up. Even more slowly, you reach out and gently trace the outline of his face. Seeing him like this, bare-faced and without a care, makes you wish you could do more for him.

He's still too thin for your liking. The stress of last year added to the stress already present with being the leader of a Kpop group has worn on your boyfriend far too much. If you could, you would relieve him of some of the burden and carry it yourself. It's frustrating sometimes, feeling so helpless.

But Hyunwoo always smiles. Smiles as he wraps you in his arms and whispers you are doing enough just as you are. Why life decided you should be gifted with such a human to love and be loved by baffles you.

You remind yourself the food will get cold if you delay too much longer. Leaning over, you kiss Hyunwoo's forehead and call his name. His only response is a frown and muttered gibberish.

“Hyunwoo,” you call again, adding a gentle shake of his shoulder, “it's time to get up.”

His eyes remain closed, but he rolls to his side, his arms finding your hips so he can drag you closer and bury his face against your thigh.

Giggling under your breath, you lightly drag your fingernails against his scalp. With your free hand, you use a finger to scoop up some of the whipped cream that clings to the bowl's side. You put the finger under his nose and say, “If you get up, I saved you something.

“What is it?” Hyunwoo asks, his voice rough.

“Taste.”

He opens his mouth and takes the entirety of your fingertip into it. All it takes is one swirl of his tongue to lick the cream away. The sensation tickles, so you can't help your smile.

Finally, his eyes open and immediately, naturally, in response to your smile, Hyunwoo smiles too. A sleepy, happy smile.

“Whipped cream?” he guesses. “Homemade?”

“Yes, with something for desert. You'll see when you come in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Releasing you, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, pausing to yawn.

Laughing when his head comes to rest on your shoulder, you grab his hand. You stand and tug on it. “Come on, sleepy bear.”

“ 'M still waking up,” he retorts, yawning again.

He swipes his glasses from the bedside table before he allows you to pull him through the apartment and into the kitchen. When he sees the table, he comes to complete stop.

“Wow,” Hyunwoo says, eyes wide. He looks at you, his expression suddenly worried. “Did I forget an anniversary? Please tell me I didn't forget your birthday.”

You shake your head. Setting the bowl on the counter, you pull him down by the straps of his tank-top. “Nothing special. I just wanted to.”

“Really? Why?”

Sighing, you rest your face against his solid chest and hug his waist. “I know you're a grown man who can take care of himself, but I worry about you. When you're not with me, I worry if you're eating enough, sleeping enough. I just want you healthy and alright, you know?”

You feel his lips brush against the top of your head as his arms embrace you to hold you close. “I do. I promise I try. I don't like worrying you.”

“I know.”

“It all looks really good. You did this all while I was asleep?”

“And some yesterday,” you admit, breaking the contact to point out the cake on the counter. “That's what I used the whipped cream for.”

The way his eyes light up like a little boy's has you chuckling. He looks between you and the cake. “Can we have dessert first?”

“No.” You tap his chest with your fist. “Real food first, then cake. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

You move towards your seat across from Hyunwoo's, but he catches your wrist. There's barely enough time to give him a questioning look before he sits and pulls you into his lap.

“Let's eat together,” he says. Kissing your neck before nuzzling your shoulder, he adds, “I missed you too.”

With how warm he is from sleep, how good he smells from his shower before his nap, and how much like home his lap is, how can you refuse.

======

Thank you, anon, for your encouragement. <3

[jenonctcity]

Home Too Soon - Part 2

[9:58pm]

Park Jisung – Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Request: Requested by anon. Part 2 of Jisung fluff Home Too Soon about the first kiss. This is set before Part 1 takes place. 

 You had known Park Jisung since the two of you gone to school together. You’d never spoken to him at school, but everyone knew about him. The cute boy training to become an idol. After he debuted, he eventually stopped attending school and you never knew the story behind why he dropped out. All your life you’d dreamed of becoming an idol, an actor, or an MC. So, one day you took the plunge and auditioned for SM entertainment, and to your surprise you’d soon become a trainee for the company. A year into your training you’d been introduced to Jisung by one of the managers. You were too shy to tell them that you already knew Jisung from school. You also doubted that Jisung would remember you, so you kept your mouth shut. But you were shocked to find out that Jisung did in fact remember you and he was happy to finally talk to you after all those years of not having the courage to speak to you in school. His childhood crush coming back in full swing when he saw your beautiful face once again. 

The two of you ended up hanging out multiple times, enjoying each other’s company and having a lot more in common than what you originally thought. He liked to tell you stories about his trainee days and you compared them with your life as a trainee. He took you by amazement one day when he asked you out on a date. He didn’t tell you where he was going to take you, but he did tell you to wear something warm. You’d wrapped yourself up in a bundle, your sweater and coat keeping your body hot like a furnace alongside your fluffy scarf, beanie, and glove set. The winter months had come at full force in Korea so when he took you to the fair for your first date, you were glad he’d thought ahead and warned you. The date was everything you wished for in a first date. Jisung was endearingly shy, but kept the conversation going without there being many awkward gaps in discussion. You were smitten by him and him by you, arranging to go on a second date after he’d walked you home.

On the second date he took you to the cinema to see Jurassic World 2 after you’d told him how much you loved the first movie and the Jurassic park trilogy. You were so immersed in the film you’d totally forgotten you were even on a date until his hand had very timidly and gently pulled yours to his lap, lacing his fingers with your own and keeping a loose grip on you. You’d glanced over at your joint hands in his lap from the corner of your eye. Heat rushing to your cheeks and a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You’d left the theatre with your hands still linked and again he’d walked you home, hugging you goodbye at your door.

Today was your third date with Jisung. He had kept it simple by walking you around the night markets and buying you both street food to munch on as you strolled together. When you didn’t have food occupying your hands, you linked your hands together and kept close through the crowds. You’d both noticed some people taking photos of the two of you but neither of you cared, too wrapped up in each other to even think about the news of you two dating shaking up the kpop world. After wondering around in circles for a few hours you’d both decided to call it a night, but instead of walking home together Jisung decided to call for a taxi. You sat in the back together with your hands still as one, staring out the window at the brightly lit streets of Seoul. When the cab pulled out outside your house, you turned to say goodbye to Jisung, but he was already making his way out of the car, asking the taxi driver to stay there for a few minutes. He came around to your side of the car and didn’t hesitate in snatching your hand into his own once again, walking you up the path to your front door.

“Thank you for tonight Jisungie.” You smiled down at your feet, suddenly becoming shy under his gaze. He let go of your hand and smiled, nervously ruffling his hair as he stood opposite you, his cheeks starting to blush a pink as his thoughts ran wild in his mind. His hands reached out in unison, tenderly touching your elbows then trailing down to grip your hands gently.

“I really like you (Y/N), can we make it official? I really want to be able to call you my girlfriend.” His deep voice had a slight waver to it from his worry of you rejecting him. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach when you heard his life changing words. The buzz of electricity running through your veins as visions of more dates pictured in your mind.

“I’d like that.” You giggled, a wide grin on your face as you nodded in enthusiasm. He mirrored your expression and squeezed your hands, his thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands.

“I should get going, don’t want to keep the poor driver waiting.” He glanced at the cab then back at you, his eyes scouring up and down your face as he admired all your features. He could already tell they were the features of his first love, and hopefully only love if he plays his cards right and keeps you by his side for the foreseeable future.

“Message me when you get home, so I know you got in safely.” Your sweet words made him want to grab your cheeks in his hands and squish them whilst cooing at you, but he didn’t want you to think he was crazy so instead he licked his lips and leaned down quickly. The kiss he left on your lips was swift, but it left your heart thudding in your chest, the heartbeat sounding in your ears as the shock of having your first kiss shuddered through you. Your mouth popped open, ready for words to tumble out, but you were left speechless.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” He gave your hands on more squeeze then let his fingers slide from your own a he turned to walk down the path back to the cab. You waited until the taxi pulled away before jumping on the spot, giddy with excitement and making little squealing noises like a typical teenage girl whose just experienced her first kiss with her first boyfriend. You hurriedly let yourself inside your house, pulling out your phone to message Jisung sending him a simple.

“Thank you again for the perfect date tonight ^-^ x”

You rushed upstairs, flinging yourself on your bed and getting a zap of excitement in your stomach when your phone buzzes, a message popping up on your screen from Jisung.

“Anytime, thank you too, btw your lips are super soft. Can’t wait to feel them again ;)”

The little winky face at the end of his message and his cheeky words had you giggling, a complete contrast to his usual shy self. 

[kpopchangedme]

His Taste | Mark Tuan

One night in the JYPE building Mark helps you with a work related problem and you get a bit... overwhelmed by his proximity.

Protagonists: Mark Tuan & You

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: SFW - Idol!verse - Vampire - Romance - [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “That’s it, I’m going to kill him!” + “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

Requested by: Anon

GOT7 | M.list

The only lights on were the corridor ones, and their flickering buzz was deafening... At least to you. It could all just have been your infamous impatience though. Rougher than necessary, you clicked to switch the cameras view, one eye on the monitor and the other on the computer’s screen in front of you. It was way passed 3AM, but these crazy young teens were still training, like they all didn’t have school tomorrow morning. 

These days, you had been working security night shifts at JYPE. A musical label and a management company, home to some of the biggest names in modern Korean Pop. Not that you’d care. You stopped listening to music when it stopped being recorded from actual instruments. You weren’t sure whatever was playing on the radio these days could even qualified as such, not when you lived through the greatest eras of Baroque, Classical and Romantic music… Oh, wait. Jazz wasn’t that bad either, at least at the beginning… Fighting back the urge to throw the work computer across the corridor, you hit the Enter button repeatedly, raging. You had to finish this spreadsheet with the trainees’ hours before dawn. “Oh that’s it, I’m going to kill him!” You hated that damn piece technology, hated this shitty job - it didn’t even pay that much - and above it all, you hated th-

“Careful, you should go easy on that old thing!” 

You must have lost your mind, because you didn’t hear or see him come in at all. Jerking in your chair, you straightened, too surprised to reply. That was his thing lately, he was one of the only humans who could come and go without you hearing from miles away. He was quiet and discreet, unlike his mates. Raising your eyes to meet his, you tried to ease your obvious irritated frown. Mark Tuan’s lips stretched to his usual dangerous Cheshire cat’s grin, flashing you his unfairly perfect teeth. 

Ok, there, a wonderful sight worth this stupid security job. If you had a beating heart, it would probably quicken right then. That was the thing you could get behind about that music industry; these stars were drop dead gorgeous, and this one was no exception. Mark Tuan had a certain thing, a mysterious aura that always kept you on your toes. He was the visual member of his group, his position was a little reminder that Kpop had little to do with the music you were used to. 

“What has it done to you this time?” He slowed down by your desk right before the exit door, swinging his large training bag from one shoulder to the other. Even from where you were standing, you could smell the salt of the sweat on his skin, he just finished working on a dance routine and he was probably heading home. He smelled delicious, as if you needed that when he was already looking like a seven-course meal. You felt the burn of your saliva in your mouth, like a little Pavlov’s dog; Mark Tuan walks in and you start thirsting.

“I hate computers. I just can’t.” You played his effect on you off with a groan. “I’ll never get used to them.” Instantly, Mark’ brows creased.

“Where are you from, the 60s?” He joked, not getting how actually funny he was being.

“More like the 17th century...” You replied honestly, and he snorted. Even his snorts were cute, no wonder millions of girls were helplessly pining over him. 

“Ah, then you’re pretty well conserved, y/n... You don’t look a day over 25. To be honest, I’m feeling quite old these days...” Mark leaned on the desk. Oh, was he going to attempt small talk today? Unusual. On other nights, he’d greet you and bolt out of this damn building fast, eager to get to his bed after practice. How sweet were those sheets of his, sometimes you’d wonder. “What’s your secret for longevity? I’m curious.”

“Oh, you know…” You offered your best smile, entertained by a reality his humanity couldn’t possibly grasp. “I merely sustain on the blood of the innocents, and consume children’s flesh… occasionally.” He laughed at that, his weird high-pitched cackle. Then the old computer screen glitched, demanding your attention back. It flickered a few times before darkening completely, and none of your slaps and curses managed to revive it. Hours of work gone, just like that. If you were mortal you’d cry from frustration. Mark’s cute laugh died down and he dropped his bag, rounding the large desk to come to your rescue. 

“Wait...” He grunted, and before you understood what he was doing, he was already leaning over your chair. Both of his arms caged you, and your eyes rounded, suddenly acutely aware of his warmness and aroma. All senses alerted, you tried to remain in control as Mark worked his magic. He had absolutely no idea what was going on in your mind, or how you were staring at the veins of his hands as they hovered above the keyboard. The warm blood pumping in them was purplish his thin unblemished skin, a shiver went down your spine. If that man tasted as good as he smelled and looked...

“I fixed it.” He announced triumphantly as the desk computer came to life again. You waited for Mark to pulled back but he didn’t, unaware of the danger he was facing. “Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy...” The Idol met your gaze, and he must have seen something dark there, because he stopped breathing, holding his air expectedly. You kept staring at each other for a moment that stretched way pass decency before he exhaled sharply, breaking it.

“T-Thanks!” You blurted out, forgetting to be truly thankful he saved your spreadsheet and work for the night. You just hoped he’d pull away. He didn’t.

“It’s nothing…” He hushed, ears reddening. No way. Mark Tuan was there, blushing because at your proximity... Meanwhile you were actively fighting the urge to rip open his jugular. Absolutely no survival instinct.

2.5 seconds. That’s all the time you’d need to have him. You were sure the cameras wouldn’t even catch you. You just needed to push him into the empty closet barely a meter away, far from prying eyes. It’d be so fast and easy that the human wouldn’t even have time to scream. In a second you would be tearing his throat, tasting the salt on his sticky skin and the rich iron of his blood. 

Then Mark would be gone forever... But you’d have one hell of a feast.

He was oblivious to your sinister consideration when he finally decided to straighten up. Unfortunately for him, it was too late. Your mind had already gone abysmal black from desire and thirst. Mark didn’t even comprehend what was going on. In under a second he was far from your desk, getting harshly slapped against a shelf in a janitor’s closet. Your nose brushed his neck and he stiffened nervously, catching up on the situation in a daze. It wasn’t like he had never imagined you that way, he just never dreamed you’d jump him. At work, of all places.

“Y/n...” He sighed, struggling to wrap his brain around reality. Were you really kissing his neck, holding onto him like that?

You didn’t react to your name, too taken by him filling all your senses. You could see the tiny hair rise on his body, goosebumps spreading on his arms. You could hear his thumping heartbeat, a far sweeter melody than the buzz of the lightbulbs in the corridor. You could smell his sweat and excitation, feel his warm skin alive under your fingertips. Without meaning to, your tongue traced the shadow of his collarbone. Your eyes rolled into your skull at his exquisite flavour and Mark’s breath caught. It was even better than you imagined, you wanted to bathe in him, make his aroma your new perfume just to have an excuse to wear him. Your mouth climbed his neck following his jugular, it pumped against your lips, tempting, animated. You had absolutely no self-control left, you were too weak. Fine, you’d allow yourself a taste. You didn’t even like this job anyway, you could disappear afterwards, it’s not like you had never done that before. Your fangs grew of their own accord, ready to rupture his artery. That’s exactly when Mark did something that surprised you again, right then. He whispered your name like a secret, wrapping himself around you to pull you closer. You stopped everything, frozen still as his hands explored your back and he pressed a kiss into your hair. 

Mark Tuan was hugging you, unaware of how tempted you were to gut him.

“I didn’t know you wanted me like that,” he murmured, and you hadn’t either until he said this aloud. Mark chuckled, closing his arms around your lower back to press you against him. “I would’ve fixed your computer sooner then. Knowing we’d end up like this.”

You curved to look at him, out of it, shaken. He didn’t falter, but he blushed under your dark gaze. You had no idea what you looked like in the moment; feverish, dizzy, obsessive at best. The man simply believed you had thrown yourself at him. Mark didn’t seem to mind at all though, he cupped your nape to tilt your head and he kissed you. Like he meant to do it many times before, but always managed to resist until now. He was still holding back a bit though, you could feel he wanted much more. His mouth opened your mouth delicately, tongue meeting yours halfway. You gasped, immediately craving something else. 

In the moment, you forgot what you were doing, your job, and even your name. Mark’s touch was fantastic, overwhelming, everything you could ever ask for. 

Only one thing was certain; you were never going to have to hurt him. You were going to adore Mark like that, alive and well. Now everything changed, you were going to keep revel in him, wherever, however he wanted. Empty closets at work or secret dark hotel rooms. It didn’t mattered, nothing could keep you two away now. 

When he kissed you, Mark Tuan tasted like he had been yours all along.

GOT7 | M.list

[lunatens]

[9:02pm] you're at the concert of your favourite kpop group, in the midst of a crazy energetic song. you've managed to drag your best friend jeongin with you--mostly so that he'd bring along his friend seungmin (who you just so happen to have a major crush on). it's your favourite group, so you've decided to live your best life and go wild dancing and singing and screaming the fan chants. the three of you were lucky enough to get GA tickets, and the floor is packed with other fans all pressed up against each other. you're so in the moment that you're not really paying attention to much besides the stage, so when you feel your lightstick connect with something you don't really notice. 

“um, ow??" you hear from beside you. you turn to see seungmin standing beside you rubbing his nose. your jaw drops and your hands cover your mouth as you realize what happened. you silently curse yourself for a) whacking someone in the face with your lightstick and b) having that someone be a CUTE BOY.

"oh my god, i am SO sorry!! are you okay?" you yell over the music, your face burning red in embarrassment. you can see jeongin beside him doubled over laughing, which doesn't make you feel any better.

"well i WAS doing just fine until SOMEONE hit me in the face..." he says, giving you a look. "you'll have to find a good way to make it up to me," he says, raising his eyebrow at you.

~

that's how you find yourselves tucked in a booth at mcdonalds, sipping on milkshakes you paid for. you dropped jeongin off at home; he was "tired" (although he flashed you a wink as he walked away) so it's just the two of you.

"you know, y/n, my nose still hurts," seungmin says, teasing you.

"i'm really sorry!" you pout at him. "want me to kiss it better?" you joke (although it's not really a joke), not sure where this confidence is coming from--it must be the post-concert high, you tell yourself.

"i wouldn't be opposed," seungmin replies, and you feel a rush of excitement. giggling, you lean forwards and plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. 

"all better?" you ask, although you don't move away from his face.

"not quite," he says, prompting you to lean in bravely to press you lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss.

"how about now?" you say, trying to bite back a smile.

"yeah, i think that fixed it," he says, leaning in for another kiss. 

"although y/n?"

"yeah?"

"you really should be more careful when you're swinging your lightstick around like that someone could get hurt," he teases and you lightly hit his shoulder, the two of you falling into a fit of laughter. you pull out your phone to text a quick thank you to jeongin, but you see he's already texted you "you're welcome ;)".

~

requested by anon <3