#the comeback and all this happened when I was asleep

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[scholarhect]

i will never outgrow responding to people in confusing ways but it will be ok because people are patient :)

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max verstappen, blueberry bars, belgian waffles, tim bits with margarita and root beer. like, reader is max's naive and innocent best friend and he does this without her knowledge, asleep or drugs. she ends up preg and max convinces her that it sometimes happens and promises to take care of her.

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want to submit an order? the bakery is open! submit your orders and i'll try to get through them as fast as possible. been a bit of a slow period because of the holdays/end of the year, but i'm making a comeback with 'em since they are very popular with ya'll! i was immediately drawn to this one, i love a good dark fic and i knew i had to write it! so thank you, thank you! enjoy <3

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” + belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + tim bits: "stupid little thing." + margarita: unprotected sex + root beer: filming/recording served by max verstappen!

tags: smut/pwp, dark fic/dark themes, filming/recording, unprotected sex, breeding& pregnancy, best friend!reader, non-con somophilia, innocent!reader, mad!max, drugging

the sight of you was beautiful, there was something about your sleeping form that drove him mad. max knew that he could have any woman he desired, but why would he desire them when he could have you. you pulled him in, but even after years of friendship. you never seemed to notice max's advances, and he was getting desperate.

earlier in the evening you complained about not being able to sleep. you were visiting your best friend who was happy to house you in his apartment in monaco, so when max handed you a dainty little pill and told you to have a good night, you happily took it. and when your soft snores could be heard from the doorway of the bedroom, max felt himself getting arousing.

you looked like an innocent princess, and max believed himself to be the prince who will protect you. even if that meant having his hands under your shirt while you were asleep. a prince deserved a reward didn't he?

you laid under the sheet, which max pulled off slowly. you were in a thin tank top and underwear. he felt his heartbeat leap at the sight of you. he took out his phone to take photos.

he chuckled to himself lowly, "i cum in that every night." a cheeky joke as he had spent the last week slipping you a little pill and having his wicked way with you once you were asleep. you were quite nice when you were asleep, so much softer. it only made max yearn for you more. he wanted you, you were just too beautiful. he groaned as he felt tension in his sweatpants, "stupid little thing."

there was hunger inside of him, he needed you. wanted you in carnal ways that he couldn't put into words. the sight of you, he took more photos as he got his cock out of his sweatpants and rubbed it against your now bare stomach. he shuddered, "beautiful little thing. so stupid. need someone to protect you. you need to be saved don't you? well that's what i'm here for." he then got your panties down around your ankle and exposed your entire form to him.

it was only right for him to admire every inch of you, you were going to be his wife. the mother of his child. he said softly, “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” and you shifted a little, it excited him as he got between your legs. he felt the rush through him as he sank his cock into you.

he had been doing this every night for a week now. every evening like ritual, he made sure you were tucked in, only for him to peel back the sheets and fuck you with a feverish want while you sleep. max had enough of beating around the bush with your love, he was a man of action.

and all he needed was for two little cells to meet before that action became a plan. some would call it baby trapping, but he'd call it a promise of commitment. you weren't going to do it alone, you'd have max every step of the way. he'd even retired to make sure that you and his baby were taken care of.

he could feel the pleasure through his body as he moved against you. he held your legs wrapped around him as he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. he snatched his phone up from the bed and snapped photos and took a small video of his cock being rocked in and out of you. he let out a small groan as the pleasure seeped into his blood. you felt amazing, he eyed your sleeping form as he picked up the pace a little bit more. he filmed a little more and let himself just enjoy the feeling of your slick cunt.

it was like a warm vice that pulled him in further. he took it as a sign that your body wanted it. you wanted this too, to carry his child. of course you did, you were so innocent and sweet. bordering on naive that max knew that you'd want a baby. a chubby little verstappen baby at your hip, you'd make a good mother.

and max knew that, even if you didn't at that moment.

he groaned lightly as he held onto your hips. he felt the climbing warmth in his body as he fucked you. feeling your body against his. your sleeping form was like the future in his eyes. he could imagine your wedding, having your family. you being the perfect wife for him. it was only destiny for the two of you, you had been friends for ages.

he knew everything about you, no other man would be able to compare. to think they could would be stupid to think, you were meant to be with max. for him to dote, love and protect. you didn't need to do anything else besides be his wife and the mother of his children. he had already made enough money to sustain a full house for three lifetimes. you deserved a man who could provide, max knew you 'dated', but they never lasted long. they didn't deserve to be with a woman like you. an angel from the heavens brought to earth.

"i love you." he said, "even when you don't see it. i know you do, i know you love me. you want me badly, but you don't think you're good enough. hopefully when i get you pregnant you can realize that i love you. i need you." his breathing was heavy as he thrusted against you.

there was no protection between you two and honestly he didn't need it. 'protection' wouldn't get you pregnant, wouldn't keep you as his. plus, it felt so much better bare-back. to feel the closeness to you. fill you with his seed and let it take root inside of you. then maybe you'd come to your senses.

maybe he could've done it a different way, but why would we do that? you looked so peaceful, he knew you weren't getting sleep. and max, the dutiful husband, would always make sure that you were alright. he just happened to want your sweet cunt wrapped around his hard cock at the same time. who could blame him, your pussy was the kind to salivate over like a hungry dog.

to love you, in his own twisted way, was a sign of utter devotion. even in your sleep, he would protect you. he knew what was right, and had convinced himself that breeding you while asleep was the best course of action. it'll prove that max is the man you need in your life, the protector. you were so innocent at times, anyone could hurt you!

but not max, at least in his logic.

you cunt felt amazing around his cock. his heart hammered in his chest a she rocked against you. he panted heavily as he moved against you. he held onto your thighs firmly and the dirty talk spilled from his lips. it was hard to make it stop at the feeling of your cunt like a vice around his cock. he rutted up into your further, as deep as he could go, as he said, "you're a fucking good girl. always did everything right, you were so trusting. that's why i have to keep you with me. close to me, where you belong. you're my wife, i knew that from the moment i met you. but the older we get, the further you're getting. time to bring you home. you, me and baby." his voice was hushed, but his words were protective and loving. or his version of loving.

if anyone saw or heard what he was doing. they'd be in shock, but they didn't understand. they didn't get how much you meant to him. he spent so much time trying to find you in other women, but why bother with them when he had you. all of you.

and soon there would be a product of your love. your union together. that only made him work his hips faster against you. you remained limp under him as he drilled his cock into you. your let out a small moan in your deep sleep and it made max near drool as he finished inside of you.

he thrusted quickly against you and felt all semblance of control start to slip. he was left hungry, near feverish from the intensity of the pleasure. he loved it, just as he loved you. of course the love of his life would have a cunt that drove him to near insanity.

he soon finished inside of you after the pleasure took hold. he clutched onto you tightly and felt the intense heights of pleasure. he let out a loud moan before he slowed to a stop. he wiped his sweaty brow and eyed your still sleepy form. it made his cock twitch inside of you for a moment.

he leaned in to kiss you on the lips before he pulled away to get you re-clothed and tucked back in. before he left the room, he kissed you on the face once more and said,

"everything i do. i do for you."

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you were in tears weeks later, you showed max the pregnancy test when fear in your eyes. and while you looked distraught, max looked excited. the test clattered on the floor as max took you in his strong arms and kissed your face.

"how..how did this happen?" you asked meekly.

max replied with a wide smile, "don't worry about it! it's our little miracle! you and the baby won't go without. we'll have to get a bigger place, and move your stuff back home. or i can buy you new things since you'll be going through so much change... and then of course, i have to marry you. it's only right!" he was already talking like you two had planned this pregnancy.

but it was hard to do much thinking when max held you so protectively. you held onto the front of his shirt and rubbed your face against his chest. you exhaled deeply, still feeling shaken to your core. you held on tightly like a lifeline, knowing that max's child was growing in your womb. a part of you wondered if the things you were feeling late into the night weren't dreams after all. <3

[cherubfae]

hiiiii!!! I was wondering maybe if you wanted….-

hazbin x reader when reader is just tired and just kinda like falls into them- like needing a hug yk

I needa hug 😒😞

(btw i love your work oml- I’ve comeback to your page at least 4times in the past 2hours)

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰 || {𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩}

tags: gn!reader, exhaustion, comfort, fluff, pre-established relationship/platonic

Alastor

"Oof!" A sudden weight on his back has him twisting halfway around to see who it is. He's not very pleased with the sudden embrace but he's calmed down a bit when he sees that it's you. Alastor peels you off of him, quirking a brow.

"My dear, you look positively worked to the bone. What has happened?" He frowns, a rare trait. He's sending you to bed straight away, can't have his dear friend struggling about when they're so tired!

Lucifer

Immediately frowns, cupping the back of your head. He grasps your shoulders, pulling you back a little. Heavens, it looks like you're on the absolute verge of falling asleep on him! Lucifer holds you close, smiling lightly when your head nuzzles into the crook of his neck. He sighs, delicately wrapping his wings around you.

"I've got you, sweetling. Don't worry." Lucifer hums, stroking your hair gently allowing you to sleep on him.

Husk

Frowning, Husk awkwardly pats your back. He hates seeing you so tired. You're a hard worker, you do more than most. Tucking you beneath his wing, Husk makes sure you stay warm while he continues to wipe down his bar. If he can't leave yet, he may get Charlie or Angel to bring you to bed with the intentions of checking in on you later.

"Don't keep pushing yourself so much, kid. It ain't healthy. Don't make me worry about you, okay?"

Angel

Keeping you upright was a task all on its own. Your eyes could barely stay open and there was a shake to your legs. That fuckin' job of yours was running you absolutely ragged, something he knows well. He lifts you up into his arms easily, heading off to tuck you into bed.

"Ya really gotta cut back on the hours, sweets. This ain't good for ya."

Vox

Eyes going wide, he lightly pats your shoulders. He's pretty alarmed with the sudden display of affection. Vox's lips turn wobbly as you all but seem to go limp against him. With a sigh, he's scooping you up and letting you curl up in his lap while he messes around on his monitors. You can rest there for as long as you need.

"I wish you told me you were so tired, hun. Would've given ya a break."

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[bokutos-babyowl]

The Bet

It was a silly bet. You never thought the boys would have taken it seriously. But little did you know, they were waiting for Max's approval all along.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, 

Max Verstappen X Reader X Charles Leclerc

Notes: This is my first time writing fics in maybe 3 years, so bear with me through the struggles of switching between academic and fic writing.

Word count: 1489

Summary:

Max had been on edge recently with what has now been talked about as the downfall of the Verstappen reign. At first, it was only a DNF, but then the real issues came—the McLaren boys, with their newly upgraded car, were doing wonders on the track while his car seemed to be falling apart at the seams. Max had always been competitive in and out of the bedroom, so why not mix the two? You said it as a joke, thinking that with a new prize on the line, he would win it. But that was far from the truth.

The bet was that whoever won the next race would get to use you in any way they wanted. The "they" being Max—he was the one you made the bet with, after all. Imagine your surprise when, despite starting on pole... Charles Leclerc wins.

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Waking up to Max’s blaring alarm was not how you assumed you would start the day, tangled in a mess after an evening at a team dinner that you left early—much to Horner's dismay after he saw Max follow you to the bathroom. Trying to find a phone half-asleep was not Max's strong point. Chuckling, you roll back into Max to distract him from getting up and causing the chaos of race day. Grabbing the phone and turning off the alarm, “I can’t wait to get fucked by the winner tonight,” you say to him with a kiss. Grinning, Max was quick with a comeback, “And if I don’t win?” Straddling his hips, you reply, “Well, I guess I’ll just have a new winner to be used by,” you say with a smirk, hoping to rile him up. But what you did not know was what happened in the paddock before dinner last night. His long conversation with Charles did not go unnoticed by some, leaving Horner mildly confused after you both left early.

Flipping you over, hands held above you, back arched off the bed, Max says almost mockingly, “Schat, wouldn’t you like to find out,” kissing you and then walking to the shower. With you confused, thinking of his words on the bed, surely he would not lose on purpose, right?

It was a tight race with Checo crashing out and a poorly timed pit stop on the Red Bull end. Getting out of the car, he was not the winner; he was second to who has been seen as his best bud of the week, Charles Leclerc. It was up on the podium he found you standing with the team. Making sure your eyes were on him, he gave you a menacing wink, looking between you and Charles.

After getting back to his driver room, you had nothing but questions about his small stunt on the podium. Yet when he opened that door, you knew it was not a time to ask him. Helping him pack up from the day, you headed back to the hotel. On the way to the hotel, Max was quiet, looking between his phone and you as you drove him back, thinking he was just tired. The whole way to the room was silent; you expected to open the door and go straight to bed. Yet the bet you made this morning was still happening, even if you thought it was null and void.

As Max opened the hotel door and you walked through, he slapped your ass. “Get the nice red set of lingerie on—you know, the one with all the lace. Be ready on the bed by the time I get back, Schat.” Nodding, you agreed. “With words, love, not your head. Will you be ready?” Looking him in the eyes, “Yes, sir.” “Good girl,” he says as he heads out of the door.

It did not take long for him to walk back into the room. As you are laying there in your red lacey set, you hear the door open. You hear Charles first. Walking in, Max showed a small smile, pleased that you did as he told you. You smile back, holding eye contact to see where he was going. “Fuck, when you said you had a present for me, I didn’t think you were a man to share,” said Charles. “It was all her idea. She said she wanted to ‘fuck the winner tonight.’ And after our conversation, I decided it would get you to stop following her like a lost puppy. So don’t be shy on my account. Schat, don’t be shy now, give the man what he won,” Max said with a smirk.

As Charles walked over to the bed, Max found his place on the chair, opening his pants just enough to pull out his member. Charles looked back at Max to confirm it was okay. Max nodded. Turning around, Charles pulled you flat on the bed, holding your hands as his tongue found its way into your parted lips. One hand wandered to your core to see how wet you were, as he dipped in a finger to find you soaked, showing Max. “Fuck, do you like it when I watch him fuck you, Schat?” Moaning as Charles moved down to your collarbone. “She squeezes my fingers so well, I can’t wait to fuck her.” With that, he turned you over, slapping your ass as you pulled it into the air. On all fours, he ripped off your lace panties. “She likes it rough; she is a good slut like that,” Max says, slowing down his pumps to delay his release.

With that, Charles loosened you up a little more before slamming it deep in you all at once. “Fuck, Charles, so full,” you moan as he lets you get used to his cock. He was a little longer than Max, as balls deep, the tip kissed your cervix just right. Max watched you with calculating eyes, giving him the nod. “She’s ready. Be careful; you won’t wanna stop once you start,” Max says, keeping his eyes on you. With that, Charles grabbed your hair, starting slow, building up pace. “Show him the works, Schat. Don’t leave anything out.” With that, you let go of all the tension pent up in your body.

He was a little longer than Max, as balls deep, the tip kisses your cervix just right. Max watches you with calculating eyes, giving him the nod. “She's ready; be careful; you won't want to stop once you start.” Max says keeping his eyes on you. With that, Charles grabs your hair, starting slow and building up pace. “Show him the works, but don't leave anything out.” With that, you let go of all the tension pent up in your body. Rushing towards your release, you can tell Charles is almost as close as you. Both moaning messes as Max pumps his cock to seeing you getting fucked by his friend. He watches as Charles fucks you through your organum, chasing his own. He can see the glint in Charles's eyes as he is about to spill his load in you. Right when you can feel Charles pulsing, ready to release, he suddenly is pulled out of you by Max. 

You let out a sound of complaint as Charles spills his load on your ass. You can feel your insides itching to have that second release as Max grabs your throat, pushing you up so you're back in facing him as you can feel the nudge of his cock. Max motions Charles, and you kneel in front of you, your tits pressing against Charles's nipping mouth. Slowly he guides Charles back into you, before he slowly inserts himself. Hearing a whine of concern, he kisses up your neck. “Relax, schat; I got you. I won't let anything bad happen.” You trust him wholeheartedly as you slowly get used to the new stretch you have not felt before. 

You give them a small moan alerting them that it was okay to move now. With the sounds of thrusts and moans, you are lost in a teetering bliss between being too full and not full enough. Charles starts circling your clit, and Max is teasing your nipples, on the brink of pain. Your eyes roll back, and you are on the verge of your next orgasm, overstimulation starting to prickle your senses. With a loud moan, you fall into your next orgasm. “Fuck, schat, did I tell you you come cum?” Max whispers in your ears, whining as you know what happens next, as they are still going. Charles is slowly losing pace, focusing on your clit, and he gives the notion that he is about to come. 

Coming in you with a load moan, he slowly pulls out, as he is not focused on your clit, pushing you into overstimulation. Max keen on getting his way can make your body tense up on him knowing that you are both so close. “That's its Schat. Let go for me.” With that, you fall over the edge, your body burning with overstimulation, as Max keeps his pace, letting you come down before coming in you. 

Charles catches you from falling to the bed as Max composes himself. Getting off the bed, Max gets the supplies to clean you up as he sees you falling into sleep with Charles holding you close. After cleaning you up, he gently wipes Charles, who moans with how sensitive he is. “If this is what I get for winning, I might fight for pole more often,” he says with a yawn. “Don’t get too comfy; you know who she comes home with at the end of every race,” he says, and he crawls in on the other side of you, taking you from Charles's grasp.

[floueris]

Boyfriend ? (西村力)

boyfriend!nishimura riki x reader

genre : fluff, headcannons, riki being the sweetest everrrrrr

summary : riki as your boyfriend

- most pookie boy everrrrr

- literally the sweetest ever

- the princess treatment is so real with him

- wanna pay for food ? he acts like you just asked him to slap you , wanna help him carry something ? he looks at you like you asked to break up with him

- would want to do anything and everything to make you happy

- looked at an item for a little long ? purchased ! even if you were stoning and happened to look in the direction of an item , riki doesn’t care, he’s just buying that

- ngl, you did tell him off a few times that he can’t just keep buying everything you look at, it’s just ridiculous

- you know what that sly boy did ? he hugged you and tried to gas light you that it was just his love language , like bro 😭😭 you are not about to spend your entire fortune on me

- ofc he had to use this situation to his advantage!! since you felt that you owed him something ?? why not be slick and ask for payment in the form of hugs and kisses (lol he think he sooo slick)

- literally sooooo clingy (I LOVE IT BYE 😭😭)

- literally wants to be attached to the hip if possible and is always asking for kisses

- but how could you refuse him when you want to kiss him and hug him just as much

- your partner privileges are through the roof

- riki literally looks at you like you hung the moon and the sky

- listens to everything that you say

- ask him to help you grab something ? already on his way, asked him to get a glass of water for you ? literally dropping everything and helping you

- but ofc riki isn’t riki without being a little shit sometimes

- always always always ask for a form of “payment” when he does something for you

- most of the time it’s usually hugs and kisses but once in a longgggg while he would just tickle the hell outta you (riki the tickle monster)

- secretly he knows that the reason why he tickles you is just to hear your unhinged laughter and giggles as you try to squirm out of his grip (he also enjoys the feeling of you squirming 🤷��‍♀️ he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen) but he gotta maintain his cool and acts like he only tickles you to keep things fun

- but he gotta be slick maintain his cool and mysterious demeanour okay…..

- he does look intimidating on the outside but he is the sweetest

- riki always is sooo kind and gentle to you

- literal definition of gentle giant

- so so so soooo sweet and always leaves sweet messages like “ hi babe, thought of you” and a pic of your fav food etc … or “ hi babe, miss you sooo much, have you eaten ?”

- always checks on you and always always asks if you have eaten

- if you haven’t, he would get pouty because why is his favourite person in the world not taking care of themselves

- when he’s not able to be physically with you he always takes more pictures and sends them to you and it’s super comforting to him because it makes him feel like you are there with him

- quality time is so important to him

- even if you are napping or he is napping he just wants you beside him at all times, it makes him feel so safe and comfortable in your presence

- talking about napping, he always needs a cuddle session before sleeping and would pet your head and play with your hair while asking about your day

- he always (like 99% of the time) makes sure that you are asleep before he sleeps, it’s the only way that he would be at ease knowing that his best girl was safe in his arms and he would just hug you a little tighter before drifting of to dreamland

- all in all riki is the best boyfriend ever !!!! (literally me when wtf😭😭😭 sobbing fr)

A/n : HI GUYS… idk if y’all rmb me but if ykyk, I hope you like my “ comeback” fic LOL, this was so cute I love riki sm 😭😭

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over the past year, eunchae had gotten pretty close with the members of illit. they spent so much time together, it was only natural they'd become close.

she loved interacting with the members, they were all so sweet to her. well, not all of them. yn wasn’t exactly the nicest.

yn was never outright mean to eunchae, but she never talked to her either. there were moments when eunchae would join the group, and she'd notice yn quietly drift away or act like she wasn’t even there.

as much as she hated to admit it, it hurt, a lot. who wouldn’t feel a little crushed when the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen seems like she can’t stand you?

she can’t believe she spent almost everyday voting for a girl would end up hating her.

eunchae’s biggest problem with yn was that she couldn’t figure out why yn didn’t like her. she’d never done anything to her, so the coldness didn’t make any sense.

that was until, at 2 a.m., there was a knock on the dorm door. when eunchae opened it, she was met with a blank faced yn standing in the hallway.

chaewon never really talked about her family. maybe she'd mention her mom every once in a while, but that was it.

eunchae had never heard her say much else, never even seen her family. all the other girls' families had shown up to events and shows, but never chaewon’s, which always left eunchae wondering.

she was starting to think that it was just chaewon and her mom and nobody else.

"uh, hello?" eunchae greeted, confused, stifling a yawn. she’d fallen asleep on the couch, so the knocks had easily woken her while the others slept, she took notice that it kind of looked yn like had been crying, “are you okay?”

yn said nothing, just slipped past eunchae and headed down the hall. eunchae quickly shut the door and hurried after her, mind racing.

"um, you know, walking into someone’s place without permission is kinda weird," eunchae called out, trying to keep up with yn’s long strides

still, yn stayed silent until she suddenly stopped, causing eunchae to nearly bump into her. it was then that she realized they were standing right in front of sakura’s room.

eunchae's jaw dropped as yn didn't bother knocking, she just opened the door and slammed it right in her face.

okay, what is going on?

is it bad to say eunchae was secretly hoping yn would end up on her knees, begging for forgiveness and confessing she was in love with her?

what confused eunchae even more was that sakura didn’t scream or react at all to a random junior idol walking into her room like it was nothing.

eunchae brought her ear to the door.

"yn?" she heard sakura’s groggy voice, "what are you doing here? and why do you look like you’ve been crying?"

there was a shuffle on the bed. "i’m sleeping here tonight," yn replied softly. since when did sakura unnie know yn?

"what’s wrong?" sakura’s concern was clear. "you shouldn’t be up this late, you have a comeback to prepare for."

"there’s just too much going on," yn admitted. "being at the dorms is so stressful right now. i couldn’t sleep ‘cause i’ve been worrying about if my members are sleeping."

"don’t you have older members to take care of stuff like that? you’re one of the youngest."

"it’s not about age, unnie. it’s about how we’re feeling."

sakura sighs, “alright, sleep here, do you want to leave before cha-”

eunchae was so caught up in the conversation, she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her.

“what are you doing?”

she flinched, turning to see chaewon staring at her in confusion.

“nothing.”

“why are you at sakura unnie’s door… did something happen? all I heard was you talking.”

“uh…kinda?” eunchae said avoiding eye contact, “there’s someone in there with her.”

“what?! and she didn’t tell us?”

chaewon clearly took eunchae’s words a different way.

chaewon opened the door wide only to come sakura sitting at her desk setting up her humidifier and then her little sister laying on the bed quietly.

all four girls just stare at each other.

eunchae watches in confusion as chaewon walks up to the bed.

“what are you doing here?” chaewon asked, earning a sharp glare from yn but no response

“there’s a lot going on, and her dorm’s been too stressful, so she’s sleeping here,” sakura answered for yn, “the plan was for her to leave before you woke up.”

chaewon turned back to yn, eyebrows furrowed. “and you didn’t think to tell me? or come to my room? how many times has this happened?”

“why would I?” yn shot back. “what would you even do? suddenly start acting like an older sister because you saw me cry? I don’t want your pity, chaewon.”

chaewon’s jaw tightened at the lack of "unnie" in yn's words. “I’m your sister, yn, not sakura unnie. you should come to me, not her.

“I’ll go to whoever treats me better,” yn snapped, “and doesn’t act like some stranger you met a couple of years ago is more of a little sister than your real one, you can’t even be open about us being related? I can’t even bring up my family with my group because of you.”

that’s when it hit eunchae, yn was talking about her. or maybe wonyoung. either way, she was definitely part of the equation, especially with the way yn shot a glare in her direction.

“I did that for you!” chaewon snapped. “do you have any idea how much hate you’d get if people found out you were related to me? especially during a survival show? you shouldn’t have even been on that show, or a trainee, for that matter! I told you I didn’t want you becoming an idol.”

“it’s not just the public,” yn shot back. “who besides sakura unnie even knows I’m your little sister? not even the iz*one members knew me. and why would I listen to you? you barely show you care unless it’s about your career. sakura unnie’s been more of a sister to me than you ever have.”

“that’s not true!” chaewon argued.

“it is! we’ve both been going through so much this year, and I needed my sister,” yn replied, shooting another glare at eunchae.

“but every time I came by, sakura said you were too busy making sure she was okay. you never called me once. I showed up multiple times, but you know who did check on me? sakura unnie. she took me to her room and made sure I was alright. the only thing sisterly about you is our blood, and that’s it.”

eunchae looked at chaewon who looked like she had tears developing in her eyes, her chest felt heavy finally understanding why yn doesn’t like her.

“you know what? whatever, I’m leaving.” yn snatched her phone off the bed and headed for sakura’s door.

“yn, it’s late,” sakura voiced her concerns, standing up from her desk. “just spend the night.”

“I’ll be okay I’m texting yunah unnie right now,”

“it’s late, yn,” chaewon said, her tone defeated. “please, just stay. you can’t leave at this hour.”

sakura grabbed yn’s arm and pulled her back into the room. “you’re sleeping here. we’re not letting you leave now.”

she nudged yn further inside and ushered chaewon and eunchae out. “eunchae, can you grab some comfortable clothes for yn? I don’t know why she thought those would be cozy.”

sakura then glanced at chaewon, who was trying to peek her head back in for another look at yn.

“they might be a little big,” eunchae replied softly.

“that’s okay, just bring them quickly.”

eunchae sat at the kitchen island, her mind racing. she had woken up not too long ago, but yn was still consuming her thoughts.

now that she understood why yn seemed to dislike her, she knew she had to fix it, not the mess between yn and chaewon, but the one between yn and herself

having your crush hate you was never on her bucket list, but having your crush like you definitely was.

speaking of which…

eunchae glanced up to see yn shuffling into the kitchen with one of sakura’s blankets wrapped around her.

she couldn’t help her face from heating up at yn wearing her clothes, that could be a regular thing if her plans to make yn her girlfriend works.

yes she knows she’s delusional.

she watched as yn pulled a banana milk juice box from the fridge and settled beside her at the island.

the soft sound of yn sipping through the straw broke the silence, filling the room with an oddly comforting noise.

“uh, is that your favourite drink?”

yn glanced at eunchae, her expression mirroring one that she had only ever seen on chaewon. how had she not noticed it before?

“i guess you could say that,” yn replied.

there was more silence.

“I’m sorry about you and chaewon unnie,” eunchae said softly.

yn let’s put a sigh, “it’s not your fault.”

eunchae felt her heart race at the soft tone, it genuine, “I kind of feel like it is. now that I understand why you dislike me, I mean, I would probably hate me too if I were in your shoes.”

yn looked at eunchae with a surprisingly soft gaze, “I don’t hate you…”

eunchae watched as yn turned to face her fully. “I was just jealous. I still am, but it’s not your fault that my relationship with my sister is… complicated.”

eunchae's face flushed at the sight of yn’s apologetic pout.

and then she blurted out something incredibly stupid..

“I like you.”

an awkward silence hung in the air as yn stared at her with wide eyes before bursting into a quiet laugh.

“you’re weird.”

“good morning!” yunjin’s loud voice fills the kitchen, “I feel like making fren-”

“why is yn from illit in our kitchen?”

[desi2go]

Sleep deprived

pairing: Minho x reader

warnings: fluff

Lee Minho always gave his best. From the moment he debuted as an idol, his perfectionism grew and grew. He wanted to impress Stay and make them proud.

When you met him, he was already an idol and you couldn't believe that he, the Lee Know of Stray Kids, asked you out. A normal person with a pretty normal job. But he did and you fell for him bad. He was the person you can lean on at the end of the day.

In the four-year relationship, you had ups and downs and even in the best relationship are fights about to happen. But in the end you can always find solutions.

You had met his group members after you dated for half a year and you immediately clicked with Han. He was like the male version of you and you became friends pretty fast. Minho didn't mind, he was happy. Because of that, Han spend much time with both of you.

You noticed that when the next comeback came closer and closer, Minho spent nearly all his time in the company, returning home late and barely sleeping. At first he tried to hide his tiredness but you knew him well and the dark circles under his eyes told otherwise. He often slept at the dorms so that he wouldn't wake you up when he got home even though you told him you didn't mind.

You had taken the afternoon off to clean the apartment and maybe visit your boyfriend with some food. When Han called, you didn't think that maybe something could be with Minho. Han and you called each other often.

"Hey Ji, what's up?" You asked, meanwhile cleaning the countertop of the kitchen.

"Can you come? Or are you at work?"

"No I'm home. What's wrong?" You cleared the wet towels away, searching for your car keys.

"No need to worry, Minho is sleeping right now. But we think he should go home." he told you and you immediately sped to the company building, running to the practise room.

You opened the door and entered the room. Minho sat against the big mirror, his head leaning against it. His eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. His members stood around him. Han jogged over to you, giving you a warm and sweaty hug.

"Why is he sleeping on the ground?"

"We did a short two minutes break and he must have been so tired that he immediately fell asleep." Felix stated.

"I'll take him home. He shouldn't work himself to death" you answered, crossing the room to kneel next to your boyfriend. You heard him quietly snoring.

Softly, you brushed his brown hair out of his face, rubbing his neck with the other. He stirred, eyes squeezing together as he leaned into your touch. He was so adorable when he was sleeping or waking up. You cupped his cheek, brushing over it.

"Wakey Wakey, sleepyhead" you whispered. He stirred again, his eyes half up and blinking lazy. Slowly, he came back to his senses, yawning while rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doing here, y/n?" He asked you with a small smile on his face.

"Taking you home with me so that you can sleep properly" He took your hand that still cupped his cheek in his and shaked his head.

"I need to finish practice"

"No, you're finished. Go home, Minho. Don't risk injuring yourself" Chan commented. Your boyfriend sighed. He knew that there is no point in arguing with his leader and his girlfriend. He stood up, rubbing his eyes and stretching. He definitely didn't choose the right place to fall asleep even if it was only a short amount of time.

You grabbed his hand again and led him out of the room, taking his sweater with you that he had taken off due to practising. Gently, you placed it around his shoulders so that he wouldn't get so cold during the short trip to your car. Like a toddler, he waddled after you, still sleep driven.

The shirt drive to your apartment was filled with a comfortable silence. Minho was curled up on the passenger seat, dozing off. The radio was playing quietly the entire time.

You parked the car and climbed out of your seat, walking around it to wake your boyfriend.

"Baby, come. We are home" you brushed through his fluffy hair. It was a gesture that was common to you both. Not only you would fiddle with his hair but he also with yours. Especially in the late evenings when you had trouble with sleeping due to the stress at work, he'll just move his warm fingers through it and it makes magic.

Your sleepy boyfriend waddled into your apartment, holding your hand ever so tightly.

"Come on, baby. You're still sweaty. Let me run a bath for you" He nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab a bite and something to drink.

Fast, you filled the tub with warm water, mixed with some bath oil and a bath bomb. Then, you brought new clothes to the bathroom. The door opened and Minho leaned against your back, circling his arms around you. He gave you a little peck against your neck and cuddled with you for some minutes.

"Thank you. Wanna come with me?" he mumbled. You nodded and both of you discarded your clothes and jumped into the warm water. "I'll wash your hair." you proposed and gently wetted his hair. You massaged his head while spreading the shampoo.

After his hair was clean, he layed his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. Slowly, you rubbed his back up and down, loving to feel his muscles relax and the soft skin.

After maybe hours of cuddling, the water was getting so cold that both of you decided to continue in the bed.

You found it funny how different his appearance could be. Most days, he loves sarcasm and humour and then there are days like this. Then, he is cuddly and wouldn't let you go anywhere without him. He really reminded you of a cat. He got claws knows how to use them but he is also touch starved. You loved him, your little ambitious cat.

[a-fellow-stay]

Reconnect

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: As the year ends, you are scrolling through your photos. But you realise that you and chan have growth apart over the years. With that, chan comes home. And a conversation happens when you realise you couldn’t recognise him for a second.

Genre: Angst/slight fluff/ a bit crack if you squint

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: cursing, (I don’t think there is anything else, but if you find it please tell me!)

Writer’s note: This is my first time ever writing anything sooo bare with me here. I did proofread this by myself but if I missed anything let me know. Feedback is welcome! I hope y’all enjoy this little something created from a thought I had. Also, condolences to SK for the accident yesterday. And give your loved ones a hug, it’s almost 2025!

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The four years with Chan has been a blessing and a curse. Throughout those four years, you’ve been there for the ups and downs of both his and his team’s lives. From Hyunjin’s suddenly hiatus to different comebacks and now being a “First Act In History” group. But for you and chan, it’s been the same yet so different.

The both of you still have this little tradition of movie nights, whereas now the date is always changing to fit into chan’s tight schedule. You both still go on the trips with the kids before every comeback, just not every single one. You still visit chan in his studio even at the weirdest times, just not as often. Now as you sit on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your photos as the year is ending, you start to realise just how far you’ve grown apart. From the constant rise of popularity of the group to the sudden changes of chan’s schedule, the time spent together has lessened and lessened. Turning to your right, you realise that his spot on the bed has grown cold. As you try to think, when was the last time he was home with you? When was the last time you shared a face to face moment, a meal, a date, even just a simple talk apart from good mornings,simply greeting or a few texts throughout the entire day. A ache started to form in your heart.

Just as you got lost in thought wondering when it started to go downhill, the long forgotten sound of his keys jingling and the door unlocking snapped you out of it. As you stood up to go greet chan, your eyes caught something shiny to your left. Oh, our matching bracelets. Had I taken it off? As u reached to grab it, you looked at the clock. 03:38. Is it that late already? Huh. As you start making your way out of your room, you hear the voice of the man you loved with your whole heart. “Babe, I’m ho-“ You hear him stop halfway. Knowing him, he probably suddenly realised the time and stopped thinking you were asleep.

As you hear him shuffling around, you step out of the corridor to say hi. But as you look at the man in front of you, the words got stuck in your throat. The only thing u managed was a gasp. Chan’s head snapped up at the noise, eyes wide as he looked at you. “Babe? Why are you still awake? It’s so late.”

But you can’t talk, you’re just stuck in place looking at the man in front of you. “Babe, you ok? Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” He chuckled softly, hands reaching up to rub behind his neck. You were in shock, too stunned to even reply.

You slowly make you way to him, “Babe you’re scaring me. Are you ok? I missed y-“ You stopped him halfway through his sentence as you cupped his face, your eyes roaming across his features, taking him in. You bring your hands down to rest on his shoulder. They’ve become so much wider than you remembered. “You, you’ve changed.” You start softly, looking back into his eyes again. For a fleeing second you couldn’t recognise him. His eye bags have grown deeper, exhaustion all over his face, his shoulders have gotten so much wider, he has gotten so much bigger. Has his hair grown longer too? As you looked at his curls, you slowly run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh. As he looked down at you, “Works been hectic lately, from the tour to the recent comeback. I guess I just didn’t rest a lot.” He said softly. You looked him in the eyes as you feel your tears starting to brew. No, stay strong. You’re finally seeing him after, after. How long? This is not the time to cry. You told yourself. “No I meant. You changed, physically. I almost didn’t recognise you for a second.” A silent message passed between the two of you, I haven’t seen you in so long that I couldn’t even recognise you. He stood there frozen, something flashed through his eyes. “I-l’m sorry. I guess I was just too caught up with work I just-“ “No I get it, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home again.” You spoke up, smiling at him weakly. His eyes were sad mixed with confusion. “Again? Baby you’re being silly. I was home just a few da-“ He froze. You slowly moved back, letting out a sad chuckle. “You can’t remember? Maybe you could use some rest. But seriously Chan it’s fine, you’ve been busy. I get it. I’m used to the bed being cold anyways.” He flinched, looking up at you. But before he could say anything, you started, “Want something to eat? Knowing you, you probably skipped meals again.” You chuckled, or at least, a sound somewhere along those lines.

You started to move to the kitchen to cook him something to eat, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. He slowly patted your hair hesitantly. “Enlightened me when was the last time I was home, please. Or the last time we had a date, a meal?” His voice slowly getting smaller. “Please, just. Anything.” He cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes, searching for something. You wanted to say something, but the only time you remembered actually having a good look at him or even having a proper conversation was maybe 2 months ago on his birthday. You stood there, trying to reassure him with something recent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell a lie you know fully well is far from the truth. You could see his face flashed with hurt, tears starting to form on his waterline. Your heart cracked. You loved this man far more than you could have ever imagined loving someone. And yet somehow, you’ve grown accustomed to being far away from him. But you still smiled at him, leaning up to give him a peck. “It’s fine. Just let it go, it’s no big deal. What do you want to eat. Eggs? Ramen?” You slowly slipped out from his embrace and quickly turning around before you got an answer. You can’t let your mask crack when he is already so tired. He doesn’t need another thing to worry about.

You know he doesn’t mean to stay away. His job meant everything to him. The kids, STAYs, you will never know what is like to carry that big of a burden and expectations on your shoulders all the time. So you just let him do his thing, settling on a simple video call or texting throughout the day. Because seeing his hard work pay off, his smile while performing, receiving awards, breaking records meant everything to you. Seeing him in his nature made you so proud of him, even if it meant sacrificing some of your time spent together for the sake of it. You quickly wiped your tears away and started fixing up some ramen for him.

-Time skip-

“Hey, come eat when it’s still hot” You call out to chan. As you dish up the ramen. “Chan? Come eat” You called out again, but you didn’t hear anything. So you put the ramen on the table and walked over to the living room to look for him. When you turned the corner and saw his figure on the sofa you tried calling him again. But stopped midway as your registered how he was. He was sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands.

“Hey hey are you ok? Do you want to sleep instead? I can-“ He shook his head, “no i-it’s fine, I’ll go eat.” His voice soft, but he couldn’t hide the slight rasps and sadness in his voice. “Hey, talk to me? Is something wrong? Has work been too stressful? Or are the kids being too much to handle again” You ask, trying to skip over the obvious elephant in the room, as you move to kneel in front of him, taking his hands away from digging into his eyes and into your hands. “You know I’m here when you need me, and you can tell me anything. So what’s going on big guy.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you and sobbed when he heard the pet name. “I’m so s-sorry y/n. I-l-l feel like I’ve let you down. You’re always there for me when I need you and you’re always just a call away. But l-l can’t even be home with you. I’m not there to hold you when you sleep, I’m not there to listen to your problems, I’m not even here to listen to you talk about your day. I-I’m here so little to the point you don’t even recognise me anymore. How is that ok?” As he talked, his voice got louder until he was borderline shouting.

You flinched at the sudden outburst. He looked up at you, tears rolling down his face, red linings his eyes. He whispered, “how is that ok?” You gave a sad smile and gripped his hand tightly. “Chan, remember when I said I’d be there for you, no matter how you are, where you are, or who you’ve become?” He gave a weak nod. You continued, “As long as you’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing is going to change that. And I’m never letting you go, ever. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to date you, I knew how hectic your schedules can get, and I knew how busy you are. But every single time I come back to you. Because I love you, I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much to the point where I can’t even imagine what life would be without you. I love you so much that words nor actions can express what I feel for you. And I love you so much that seeing you happy and doing what you love and do best makes me happy too, even if I’m cheering from far away. Every couple has their own ups and downs, we just have to make it through together.”

You take his face into your hands as you look him deep in the eyes. To try and convey your love and reassurance. “Chan, I say it’s ok because I’ll never understand the stress and burden you have, or how you are constantly being pressured under piles and piles of deadlines, expectations and work. I say it’s ok because you are doing what you love. I say it’s ok because I know no matter what you’d drop everything and anything in a heartbeat if I ever needed you, and that is enough for me. I can’t be the one who becomes an obstacle in between you and your love, your passion. The fact that you still take the time out of your day to text me and check in on me is more than enough. And don’t you dare tell me I’m settling for too little, I knew what I got myself into when I fell for you, when I chose to date you. You being you is enough. Yes, I haven’t seen you in god knows how long to the point I ALMOST couldn’t recognise you. But I know you’re doing what you can, and that is why this is ok. Yes, I’m sad that I don’t remember when the last time we had a date was, when was the last time I slept in your arms. But right now, having you here with me. This is more than enough, and that’s all I ask for right now. Is to spend the little time you have together.” You pour your heart out and lay it bare in front of the man who means everything to you. You slowly wipe his tears off his face while he just stares at you. You can see in his eyes the love and affection he has for you. “Fuck y/n, what did I even do to deserve you. I’m never home, I’m never here with you. And yet you are still here with me. Why don’t you just-“ “Shh, don’t talk about nonsense. I told you, I’m never ever leaving you. Ever. And that’s final.” You stand up, bring him along with you. “But Chan, I need you to promise me something. Just one tiny thing.” He sniffs and nods. “I know your schedule is hectic, but I just want you to try. To try to be home more often, at least once a week. And to take care of yourself, stop staying up so late and skipping meals. It’s not healthy.” You say with a smile on your face as you slide your arms around his neck. “Can you do that?” He takes a breath and pulls you impossibly closer to him. “I swear on everything I’ll try, I’ll try to be better for you. I’ll come home more often and earlier. I’ll take you out on dates and do things you love with you too. To make up for lost times, yeah? I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t even realise how I’ve been neglecting you. I was too caught up on improving and getting more opportunities for the kids I completely neglected the one person I love and care for the most. I really am sorry.” He looks down at you with so much love and determination in his eyes that makes everything around you start to blur, as if everything disappeared on earth except the two of you.

But suddenly you remembered something snapping you two out of your tiny bubble. “Oh shit! I left your noodles! Fuck they’re probably all soggy now. I’ll go make a new one for you, I’ll just eat it.” As you turned to run into the kitchen. You hear chan’s lighthearted and whiny laugh. “It’s fine! You’re too good for me l swear. I’ll just eat it, it shouldn’t be that bad. I can’t have you eat that while I enjoy something else.” As he runs into the kitchen to stop you from cooking something else again. “Fuck, I love you so much. How did I even get you.” Chan whispers, and starts laughing at you trying to protest on making him a new one. “Let go of m-! Christopher stop tickling m- CHRISTOPHER!” “You look so cute when you laugh. Hey! Comeback! Im not done with you!”

As laughter fills the once quiet and empty apartment. Everything seems to be falling into place again. The love and warmth slowly creeps back into place around this little apartment. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this night was just the start of a new chapter that the both of you will be exploring together. And a step closer to something great that is to come.

-End-

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Heyy, I hope you liked reading this. If you want to give any feedback, please do!

Have a great day and I hope 2025 treats you well<3

Happy (almost) 2025

-Lyn

[thehereticdiaries]

Secret's Out

This is a mini-fic based on the series "Secret Secret" by the lovely @hornyfor-redacted-onmain

I was awake at 4am the other night and in order to fall asleep I thought of a way that the reader gets exposed as an omega to the rest of the Stray Kids members!

An alternate smut ending can be read here

ABO!OT8 x Reader

Summary: the skz comeback has begun and you’re at the first hotel of the tour. What’s gonna happen when you get a panicked call from Chan during a dance rehearsal? Will you be able to keep your omega nature hidden?

Warnings: Felix in distress, Minho gets pissed, Chan is losing it, cursing, abo dynamics, dubcon if you squint, Y/N used four times, probably incorrect assumptions about Korean hotels

You arrived at the first hotel of the tour feeling exhausted. The drive from Guangdong to Gangseo wasn’t necessarily long, but it was stressful nonetheless. Being squished in the backseat between Hyunjin and Jisung definitely wasn’t comfortable, but since you were smaller than the boys there wasn’t much of a choice.

The hotel was way fancier than any you’ve been to before. The lobby had a completely open floor plan, complete with marble tiles and floor to ceiling windows. You stood to the side while Chan and Soojin got everyone checked in. Thankfully it didn’t take long. You were dying to get to your room and flop down for a nap. Soojin handed out the key cards, and luckily you were rooming with Maya. 

Applying my scent blockers and pheromone perfume is gonna be a challenge, you thought as the elevator swiftly rose to the third floor. All of the stylists and staff members were on the third floor while the boys had rooms on the fifth. And the main reason for choosing this hotel: a fully equipped dance studio on the bottom level. It’s best not to wander too far since the boys could be easily recognized, even with masks and hats on. You and Maya quickly settled into the room. It was time for a quick 30 minute (or maybe 2 hour) nap.

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It was the third day at this hotel and you were working on translating more promotional posters on your laptop. Maya left hours ago to coordinate with the other stylists for tomorrow’s performance. You doubted she would be back before dinner. Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone buzzing. You had to dig around the blankets, but you found that it was Chan calling. Your eyebrows pinched together, confused by him calling in the middle of rehearsal.

“Chan? What-” you were cut off by the idol’s panicked breathing.

“Felix collapsed. Minho said it’s a subdrop, and none of our scents are bringing him back. I don’t know what to do, this is my fault!” You felt a rush of worry down your spine. A subdrop right after a heat meant Felix was in serious emotional turmoil. 

“I’m coming, I’ll be down in less than five minutes. Make sure Felix is comfortable and in a safe place,” you ordered. You didn’t give Chan the time to answer, opting to hang up and sprint toward the studio. You hesitated for a second at the elevators before slamming the door to the stairwell open. Your lungs burned as you ran down the stairs at top speed, sometimes skipping several steps at a time. 

“Where is he?” You shoved past Minho and Jeongin. Chan and Jisung knelt at Felix’s side. Fear and panic permeated the scents of every member, nearly overwhelming your keen sense of smell. 

“None of our scents are bringing him back. Not the alphas, not the betas.” Jisung choked on his tears. He locked into your gaze, eyes rimmed with red. 

“Y/N, is he going to be okay?” Chan practically begged you. He was obviously holding back his own emotions. He had to be strong for his pack. But he and his inner alpha were panicked and angry, not at Felix, at himself.

“I’ve seen this before. When I was at university, one of my classmates was an omega. He went into subdrop after an alpha harassed him all semester,” you lean down and check the younger omega for injuries. “Felix’s omega is rejecting alpha pheromones because it was an alpha that caused his turmoil.”

“How do we fix it?” Minho’s voice was strained. He didn’t like that he couldn’t help his packmate. 

“He needs an omega’s scent. That’s what got my classmate to wake up.” Your eyes darted around the studio. “Where’s Seungmin?!”

“Oh my god, he stayed in our room because he had a headache. He was planning to come down after lunch,” Jeongin said. “Should I go get him?”

“No. The longer Felix is in the drop, the harder it is to come out of it.” You gently brushed Felix’s bangs out of his eyes. You knew it would be up to you to help the whimpering omega. Your own omega was screaming at you to protect.

“Is he going to die?!” Jisung clapped his hand over his mouth. Panic surged through the air.

“No! Absolutely not.” You licked the scent glands on your wrist and aggressively rubbed at your neck’s glands. Luckily, you were only wearing the scent blocker. 

“What the hell are you… doing…” Minho trailed off as your real scent flowed through the air. You could feel everyone staring at you, but you focused solely on Felix. 

“Come on, Felix. Come back to us.” You held your wrist up to his nose. He didn’t move. You huffed in annoyance at the alphas crowding around you. 

“Back up! You’re making this more difficult with your alpha stink,” you snapped. Minho glared, but allowed Changbin to pull him back. Your scent was still partially blocked out, your wrist glands weren’t going to cut it. 

You moved to straddle Felix’s lap, pulling the blonde to sit up. The other boys made various sounds of shock at your boldness. You ignored them. You quickly pushed his nose into the crook of your neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt him take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. 

“Come on, sweet boy, come back,” you whispered into the crown of his head. Felix jolted. His fear filled eyes met with yours. Tears flooded his lash line.

“Omega?” Your heart clenched at the weakness in Felix’s voice. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks. Felix sobbed and buried his face into your neck again, squeezing your middle in a crushing hug. 

“It’s okay, Felix. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” You gently swayed and ran a gentle hand through his hair. Despite your own anxiety, you managed to keep your scent soothing. The younger omega nuzzled into your neck and cheek, scenting you out of instinct. You chuckled with a small shake of your head. You were beyond relieved that you were able to help. You pressed a small kiss to Felix’s scent gland to further calm the boy. 

“I- fuck, I need to step out,” Chan broke you from your stupor. He slammed the studio doors open and rushed out.

“I’ll go check on him,” Hyunjin followed the agitated alpha to the hallway. 

“Alphas are so dramatic,” you clicked your tongue. Felix giggled and pulled his head back. “Hey, there’s that pretty smile!”

“I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m so sorry I made you-” 

“Shh, Felix it’s okay. They were going to find out eventually. I’m just happy that you’re awake. My omega went nuts when Chan said you dropped.” You tucked Felix’s bangs behind his ear with a gentle smile.

“Uh, is this a bad time to say that this is really hot?” 

“Changbin!” You whipped your head around to scold the young beta. “Yes, this is a very inappropriate time to say something like that.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, but, I mean, look at you,” he gestured to your current position. “You’re sitting in Felix’s lap, his hands are on your thighs, and your scents are mixing in the most delicious way.” Felix flushed a deep red. 

“Bin, you made Felix uncomfortable!” Jisung joined you in scolding his bad behavior. 

“Do you want me to move?” You sighed, looking at the blushing omega.

“Y-yeah, as long as I can hold your hand. And keep your leg touching mine!” You sat criss-cross next to Felix, pressing your thigh into his. He squeezed your hand, and you returned the gesture. 

“Right, so Chan-hyung had to leave because he apparently couldn’t handle the smell of both omegas. He said that his alpha was going wild seeing Felix scent Y/N.” Hyunjin strolled back into the studio. Seungmin trailed in behind him with a cooling patch on his forehead.

“Jeongin, I got your text. Is everything okay?” He paused, sniffed at the air, and rushed up to you and Felix, grinning widely. The youngest omega plopped down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his forehead on the back of your neck.

“I thought you were a beta! This is so cool, we have another omega,” Seungmin gushed, although his voice was muffled by your t-shirt. He sighed happily. “Your and Felix’s scents are helping my headache way better than any aspirin.”

“Awe, I’m glad I could help,” you cooed. You reached a hand behind you to run a hand through Seungmin’s bedhead. 

“Why did you lie about your presentation?” Minho’s sharp voice broke the serene moment between the three omegas. Your hand dropped to your lap. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you, but it was necessary. Working as a translator for JYP has been my dream job for forever.” You looked up at the alpha. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“JYP doesn’t hire omegas. So you lied, used scent blockers, and an artificial scent to pretend to be a beta? To get a job?” You bristled at the accusatory tone in Minho’s voice. 

“Yes, I did. And I’d do it again.” Minho pressed his lips into a thin line. He was annoyed, angry, but most of all defensive over his packmates. 

“Does Chan know?” Changbin cut in, worry evident in his voice. 

“Yeah, he knows,” you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“And how is it that Chan and Felix know, but the rest of us are left in the dark?” Minho once again took the reigns of the impromptu interrogation. Felix’s jaw tensed. He glared at the floor. You could tell that he was embarrassed about the real way you and Chan met, and how he learned your secret. 

“Felix actually caught me first,” you started. The blonde’s eyes snapped up to yours. “He saw me at a cafe without the scent blockers and perfume. I explained everything, and Felix promised to keep my secret as long as Chan was aware.” You knew you shouldn’t have lied again, but the relief that washed over Felix negated the guilt bubbling in your stomach.

“I understand if you want to report me to management,” you sighed. You figured this would happen at some point, but the disappointment hit hard.

“NO!” You jumped when Felix and Seungmin yelled and tightened their hold on you. “We are absolutely not reporting her.”

“Felix, she lied. Why would you want her as our staff member?!” Minho shook his head in disbelief. 

“I don’t want to report her, either, hyung. She’s really nice, a great translator, and her scent is so comforting.” You were honestly surprised that Seungmin was arguing in your defense. You thought he hated you. Minho’s gaze flickered between the two omegas of the group. Neither backed down, meeting his gaze with steely determination.

The staring contest was interrupted by the studio door opening again. Chan ran a hand over his face.

“Sorry I left. Is Felix okay?” Chan nearly choked on his own spit as he took in the scene before him. His two omegas, cuddled up to you. All three of your scents mixed together. If he thought his alpha was intense before, he was going into absolute overdrive now.

“Fuck!” He cursed and pressed his hands into his eyes before dropping them to his sides. He drank in the sight of the three omegas. He stalked forward, eyes predatory. You could practically feel his alpha pushing to the surface. You subtly moved in front of the younger omegas, your instincts screaming at you to protect them. Chan got too close for your omega’s liking and you growled, slightly baring your teeth. 

“Did you just growl at me, omega?” He scoffed. The attitude switch from calm and protective leader to predator left the younger omegas and the betas on edge. You felt the boys cling onto you tighter. Your instinct to listen to the alpha clashed with your instinct to protect your juniors. 

“You think you can intimidate me by using my title?” You sneered at him. The muscle in his jaw twitched in agitation. “Pull your shit together, Chan. You are scaring them!” Chan finally seemed to realize that most of his pack was tensed, ready to fight or flee when he made a move.

“Jisung, Changbin, Jeongin. Take them back to Y/N’s room.” Chan said through gritted teeth. The three betas hesitated. “Now!”

“Chan-”

“Save it, Hyunjin. They need to get the omegas out of here while I still have control of my alpha. It’s taking all of my willpower to keep him back from forcing her to submit.” Your eyes widened in shock. 

“Get up, we’re leaving.” You stood, dragging the boys still glued to your side to their feet. The betas walked between the omegas and Chan, eyeing their leader wearily. You lead the group up to your room, pulling Felix and Seungmin in behind you.

“We’ll make sure the alphas, especially Chan, calm down. Keep them safe, please,” Jisung’s voice was tired. You exchanged strained smiles before closing your door. You sighed heavily. The younger omegas looked at you with wide eyes. 

“You wanna make a cuddle puddle and nap?”

[kyokopi]

Ok so idk if anyone requested this but what about piwon dating idol reader and like two groups having some activities together?? (I'm so uncreative 😔)

IM ALIVE I had a lot going on this week but I am working on asks sorry this is so late 😭

Keeho

Oh my god Keeho would be a little more outgoing than normal knowing that p1eces would just see it as him being excited to promote with your group. He’d forget the idol image for a split second if the host makes a comment/joke towards you basically telling them to back off then slide a little teasing comment towards them.

Theo

Theo would definitely be lowkey staring between you and the scoreboard when the winners for MCountdown get announced he knows how hard you and your members work and how long you stayed in the studio preparing for this comeback hoping for your first win (mostly because he promised facetime until you left the studio) When the MC announced your group had won all of piwon and him on their way off stage clapped and as you passed each other you landed a double high five causing immediate panic your members and the rest of piwon following suit and high fiving each other not to make it suspicious.

Jiung

You both would not even know the other would be in the same variety show and the moment he see you on set his normal competitiveness is getting upped to 100%

to the point where the hosts have to tell him to calm down. He ends up winning a prize and shares it with you as an ‘apology’ for trying so hard but to be fair your annoyed face is just so cute

Intak

You two are paired for a collab dance stage and while filming behind the scenes you two have to turn down the real chemistry you two. You end up taking more of a stern non bullshit persona during the filming leading up to the live performance causing worry amongst fans that the chemistry just isn’t there leaving both of your fans shocked by the actual performance and how sensual the choreography had become now with the lights outfits makeup and the sheer adrenaline that comes with performing with your secret boyfriend. Ending pose consisting of close eye contact with his hand on your back. You spent the entire time in the makeup chair praying that Intak’s muscle memory of groping your ass doesn’t kick in like it did so many times during practice lucky for everyone it didn’t

Soul

While promoting for your comebacks your group and piwon get a joint segment and you two happen to be standing in the back next to each other…Yeah Shota straight up would pretend you’re not there just not to cause ANY speculation between you two which makes you giggle to yourself knowing that just 1 night ago he had fallen asleep in your arms exhausted

Jongseob

Your group and piwon are sat together during an award show you’re known to be an outgoing and friendly idol so it’s up to no one’s surprise that you’re having conversation with him and the other idols around you at one point after coming back from the bathroom you almost trip and before you could fall Jongseob catches you with a quick and genuine question of if you’re okay and leads you back to you seat Luckily fans and media focused on how kind this gesture was and netizens shut down any shipping or rumors into the relationship.

[kvhes]

“come back to bed!” + genshin sumeru men.

OO. just morning scenarios with the genshin men!

O1. warnings: a bit on the short side, possible ooc, wanderer’s is a bit longer than the rest, not proofread so pls ignore if i made any mistakes ;_;

KAVEH knows you both have to get up for the day, sure. But he pulls you back into bed when you attempt to get up to start your day. Nothing personal, he just thinks you need some well-deserved rest. He mumbles into your neck: “Don’t go, you’ve still got 15 minutes left before the alarm goes off,”

“Also… we should just stay like this for the day, don’tcha think..?”

ALHAITHAM cooks. He wakes up before you on most occasions, and he decides to make you breakfast. He thinks you deserve that at the very least. (But if it were up to him you would get the world handed to you.) He makes you your favorites, or if you don’t have any, he tries to make food you mention, or food he’s seen you enjoy when you two go out.

“I do hope you’ll enjoy this, love…”

the rest under the cut ->

TIGHNARI helps you prepare for the day. He’ll help you with just about everything you can think of. Missing a shoe? It’s in his hand. Can’t find your book? He has it, ready and organized. Looking for breakfast? He’s already made it. He pays very close attention to what you say so he can be prepared for what the day ahead of you may bring.

“Have a good day, I can’t wait for your return.”

CYNO is a mix of both Kaveh & Alhaitham. He knows you both have things to do, sure, that’s cool, but you could just stay in and cuddle instead. His duties don’t need him that long, surely! But on most occasions he’s up bright and early, so he’ll do his best to cook up something you both can enjoy over a nice chat about what’s currently happening in your lives.

“Oh. Tell me more, my love. Are you sure that exactly happened? Because you know, as the matra-!”

WANDERER does it all. The first thing he does is cook for you. He’s asked you what’d you like as breakfast in advance, and then he prepares what you’ll need the night before when you fall asleep. He’ll listen closely to the details like Tighnari, making sure he doesn’t miss a single item. And when you do finally start to stir awake, he’s cuddling you right back into bed. It takes a good 30 minutes to convince him that you do have to leave out for the day, he sighs, before he helps you get ready.

“Yeah, yeah. Just… comeback as soon as you can, alright?”

[skteezcursed]

❝HELLO, DARLING❞ — h.hj (request)

PAIRING. idol!hwang hyunjin x fem!reader.

GENDER&WARNINGS. smut. idol! au. pleasure dom hyunjin. sub reader. established relationship. pet names (darling, baby, slut). fingering. cunnilingus. praised degradation. overstimulation. clothed sex. nipple play. unprotected sex (please don’t). again, this turned out way filthier than i originally planned.

SYNOPSIS. Hyunjin gets back home after a formal event, he knew you loved to see him in a suit, so it was no real surprise when he found you eating him up, so he decided to take advantage of that as you were so pretty waiting on the couch for him to arrive.

WORD COUNT. 3,4k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. request made by my little star @straykidsholicleigh, thank you babes, hope you like it! bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

                It hasn’t been long since he left the event, his eyes still hurt from all the camera flashes, all he could think about was getting to your house for a much deserved five days of rest before heading back to the recording studio for the next comeback. As he checked the time, he sighed, you were probably half asleep by now, but it didn’t matter, all he wanted was you wrapped around his arms, your scent intoxicating his lungs, just having you close, that was all he wanted.

                Hyunjin said a quick goodbye to the other members in the car and the driver as they left him on the parking lot of the apartment building, his face quickly masked and sunglasses on his eyes, covering the recent piercing he got on his eyebrow. He politely said goodnight to everyone he encountered, hoping no one would recognize him, pressing the button to your floor, his dried throat not helping with the anxiety that still rushed through his veins from the event, something that always happened, something he’d probably never get used to it.

                His fingers quick to type in the sequence of numbers to enter your apartment, finding it on a dim light, chuckling as he stepped inside, realizing how you’d still cared for him. Quick feet towards the chicken as he took both glasses and mask, his hands found a glass, quickly filling up with water, his throat thanking him for that, as he put some more water, turning around drinking a few more. His eyebrows quirked up as he found you staring at him, a smirk finding his delicious lips as he left the glass in the sink, lazy steps your way as he reminded how you loved him in a suit.

                “Hello, darling,” his hoarse voice made the tingling sensation, that it always accompanied his presence, to rush through your body, as he noticed how you shut your legs, the smirk grew wide as he squats at your side on the couch, “why aren’t you asleep, baby?”

                “Wanted to be awake when you came home,” your eyes lingered a little too much on his piercing – that you loved so much – and his plumped lips, as your hands wrapped around the suit he was using, unlike his usual choice, black on black – which you loved – he had a black and white. “Have to thank you stylist for the change in the black-on-black choice.”

                “Does my darling like this choice of suit?” He purred as his lips met the spot bellow your ear, making you gasp as his left hand found your thigh. “Or would she prefer to see it on the floor?”

                “Floor, please.”

                He chuckled at the reaction he got, stepping away from you to leave the black suit in a place it wouldn’t be damaged in anyway, as he turned to you loosening his tie, you were already turned to him on the couch, your feet now touching the floor, but your legs were crossed and your silk night dress hugging every single part of your body, including your hardened nipples, which were the first to catch Hyunjin’s attention as he rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, unbuttoning the first three buttons of the shirt as he approached you.

                Eyes lingered on his veiny forearm, falling on his hand and long fingers, imagining how well they always took care of you, how they curled inside of you… You pressed your thighs together, getting a ‘tsk’ from Hyunjin as his hands went up your half-covered thighs, fingers each time closer to where you wanted them as your eyes lingered on his forearm, God you loved when rolled up his sleeves, the pool in your underwear making it even more clear how much you liked it.

                “What is it my darling?” His hands found the inside of your thighs as his knees found the floor, as you pressed your thighs again, his hands swiftly and firmly spread them open, the wet patch on your laced underwear now completely visible to him before he got closer to you, the end of his tie finding your clothed clit, the wetness making the fabric thin enough to make you jolt at the contact his tie had with you clothed clit. “Did my suit turned you on that much? Or was it my rolled-up sleeves?” You whined as one of your hands found his tie pulling him closer, trying to feel his lips on you. “Or is it just the need to have me inside you, somehow?”

                “Hyunie, please…”

                His smirk vanished as his lips crashed into your, firm, dominant, hungry. His hands quickly spreading your legs further apart as his clothed crotch pressed deliciously on your soaking core, making you moan in between the kiss before his teeth bit your lower lips, pulling it lightly as his eyes met yours, both full of lust, hungry for each other.

                “How may I help you, darling?”

                “Please, Hyunie, I need you.”

                “Where do you need me though?” His left hand squeezed your right thigh as his right hand wandered on the inside of your left, the tips feather like touches, burning your skin as they got closer to your soaking cunt. “Is it here?” He squeezed your inner thigh closer to where you wanted him, as you shook your heard he sighs and kept moving his hands, as his fingers quickly found your wet underwear, but quickly went up, to your nightgown, finding your hard nipples not so well hidden under the silk dress. “How about here?”

                You arched your back as he pinched your right nipple, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he pulled the upper part of the nightgown down, just enough to expose your hardened sensitive nipples as his right hand took the right one, as his mouth found the left, your right hand pulling him closer to you by the tie before your left hand find his wine colored hair, pulling it as his teeth bit your left boob, leaving a mark for the morning.

                His wicked grin quickly finding your eyes as his right hand pinched your nipple once more as he lashed forward, silencing your screamed moan with his lips, but this time it was sloppier, you could tell your lips were red and swollen just like his, just how he knew you liked to see him. His fingers pinched your sensitive nipple one last time making you cry out a moan as his hands wrapped around your neck, no pressure, just asserting dominance, light pressure squeezes that made you see stars as you felt his bulge again against your soaking cunt as he kissed all the way down your jawline until he found the sweet spot below your ear.

                “You still haven’t answer, darling,” his thumb pushed your jaw up and his teeth sank in your neck making you moan as he marked you once again, your hips moving as you tried to get more friction against his bulge, making him laugh against your neck. “Such a pathetic little slut aren’t you?” You whined as you felt his hips took a considerable distance from you, shutting your legs around him, making him laugh and pull your face to him, his lips mere millimeters away from yours. “You either tell me where you want me, or I’ll leave you alone to take care of yourself, got that bitch?” You could cum just by the way he was talking, just by the looks he was giving you, just because of him. You nodded and gasped as his grip around your neck tighten. “I knew you were a good slut, just need to be reminded of your place.”

                “Hyunie, ple-please,” you whined again taking his forearm and pulling slightly, but he didn’t make a single attempt on letting your neck go, “please Hyunie, I need you, I need your fingers inside of me, please.”

                He could have cum at just the sight of you pleading for him to touch you, he loved to make you beg, he loved to see you melting under him, his pretty little darling, his fucking dirty slut.

                “Should we remove this shameful piece of fabric then?” You watched as both his hands found your panties ripping them apart, the lace destroyed but you couldn’t care less as you felt the cool air against your hearted soaking core. “Now, let’s see how wet a bitch can get,” his long middle and index fingers moved slowly around your labia, your arousal quickly wetting them as he parted your lips making you clench around nothing, “such a filthy little slut and this is all for me, isn’t it?”

                The tip of his index finger played with your entrance, as he lowered himself, not breaking eye contact until your glistering pussy was the only thing he could see, taking his finger out before opening you up even more. His hot breath reaching your clit making you clench and he chuckled as he saw it happen, you tried to force your legs shut, but he forced them open as his eyes trailed back to your face, while his own reached closer and closer to you clit as he placed a lazy light kiss there, making your hips jolt and a whine leave your lips, the smirk present as his tongue licked your folds lazily making you moan as your right hand found his wine color hair, fingers lazily messing them up so you can catch his stare as he kissed your clit once again before inserting his index and middle finger inside you making you gasp as he quickly lifted himself to crash your lips together as he swiftly moved his fingers in and out of you.

                Your hips trying to follow his fingers movements, as the heated sloppy kisses moved for your lips to your jaw and neck before it lands on your uncovered breasts. The end of his tie finding your clit again, touching It ever so lightly to become a torture, but you couldn’t stop the movement of your hips, not as his fingers pumped in and out, his teeth biting your breasts as his tongue wet your nipples from time to time. You were a huge mess under him, just like he loved it.

                The so familiar heat started to build up on your core, Hyunjin knew as his left hand held one of your trembling legs open as considering how much you clenched around his fingers, the moaning mess you were becoming, barely able to hold eye contact as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched trying to give him even more access to your chest. You felt his smile and you knew you were doomed, as you barely had time to say anything before he stops his movements inside of you, making you look at him with a frustrated face.

                “Hyunie, why?”

                “All in good time, darling, need to have my time with you,“ he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the couch before pushing both legs against your chest, his hot breath meeting your swollen sensitive bud. “Such a pretty little cunt you have darling, and such a mess my little slut did, will you be good to me, hun?” Your breathing was erratic as your eyes met his, waiting for your response, as you did nothing, he kissed your clit making you whine. “You better answer when I talk to you, bitch, or else this pussy will not be filled with any cock tonight.”

                “Sorry Hyun, I’ll be good, I’ll be a good slut for you.”

                “That’s right, darling, you will be,” his tongue quickly giving kitty licks to your core and clit, making your right hand find his hair pulling ever so often as your hips moved trying to get the best of friction, seeking out your high that had been so wrongfully denied before, feeling his nose against your clit ever so often before his left hand go over your hips holding you down, “behave, I thought you said you were gonna be good, but I guess a bitch is always a bitch, right?”

                Before any word came out of your mouth, his index and middle finger entered you again making you cry and squirm, but Hyunjin didn’t complain, you could feel the vibration of his chuckle throughout your body as he took your clit in his lips, his fingers curling inside you at times he slowed down his pace, he noticed your shaking legs, your rapid breathing, how your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull as your open mouth left some moan escape from time to time.

                As his face left your cunt and his fingers started to lazily move in and out of you taking away your orgasm for the second time. You cried finding his glistering lips and nose close to your face as he crashed his lips into yours once again, you could taste yourself on his tongue, both hands finding his neck and hair as your started to made out as his fingers slowly started to gain rhythm again. The orgasm building it up faster this time around as you opened your mouth moaning loudly, your right hand finding his forearm, nails digging into the skin, as your eyes opened to get drunk on the sight of him on top of you.

                And good God, how you loved him like that.

                His hair messy, his face red and glowing from your arousal, lips red and swollen, eyes dark with lust, the sly smile on his lips because he knew how good he made you feel, because he loved how much of a mess he could make out of you. His loose tie hanging from his neck, his shirt rolled up to the elbows leaving his forearms to show just how well he was working out as his fingers disappeared inside your sensitive cunt, you saw when his thumb quickly went to your clit, circle movements tortuously joining his fingers curling inside you, making you nails dig harder on his skin, but he didn’t seem to complain as your hips also moved quickly helping you get to your high, just praying he wouldn’t deny you a third time.

                “Hy-Hyunie, please!”

                “Let go darling, I got you,” the buildup came rushing in as you screamed your denied orgasms, your left hand pulling his tie as his face found the crook of your neck, open mouth kisses being left there as his fingers lazily helped you out of your high. “Guess I stretched you enough to take my cock, what you think hun?”

                “Yes, yes please.”

                Your limbs were weak, but still you tried to reach for his clothed hard leaking cock, your mouth watering at the tent in his pants and your pussy clenching at nothing at the thought of his cock deep inside of you. Instead of letting you take his cock in hands, he held your wrists on top of your head as he laid you down, right hand bringing your trembling leg to the couch’s back rest as his left held your wrists in place on the arm rest.

                “So pretty all fucked out like that,” his right thumb caressing your bottom lip pulling it down before putting both his fingers drenched in your arousal inside your mouth, “lick it clean, bitch.”

                And so you did, your tongue skillfully wrapping around his long fingers, your taste filing your mouth as Hyunjin started to lazily pushed his clothed bulge against your sensitive core, making you squirm under him before taking his fingers out of your mouth, bringing his lips to yours, your taste on both your mouths making him ever harder as his right hand took his belt away and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down to his knees as his cock twitched inside his underwear, making you parted your lips so he could properly see your face as he entered you.

                His fingers pulled down his underwear just enough to free his red angry leaking cock and balls, his eyes focused on you as he stroked his length, using the precum to help as your eyes wouldn’t leave his wet red tip, your mouth watering and all you wanted was to take his cock in your mouth.

                You bit your lip as you noticed Hyunjin guiding his cock to your entrance, the tip finding your clit, playing with it, making you roll your eyes, moving your hips without noticing, feeling the squeeze on your wrists, making you stop and find Hyunjin’s eyes and sly smile already on you as he once again played with his cock on your clit before lowering and finding your heated entrance, pushing just the tip inside watching as you opened your mouth with a gasp, feeling every inch on his long cock entering you, your walls hugging him all the way down as you felt his tip on your cervix.

                As you adjusted to his size, Hyunjin’s face found your neck, open mouth kisses being left there are he tried to move oh so slightly, testing how much you could take after the overstimulation he caused you earlier. As your nails found his wrist, his eyes went to yours, pleading, lustful. His lips found yours once again as his right hand settled on your hips, not breaking the kiss and he started to move fast, hitting your cervix so tortuously and deliciously that you moaned against the kiss, breaking it as his forehead touched yours, both eyes meeting.

                “Fuck, you taking me so well darling, such a good slut for me, taking my cock so well,” although you tried, you couldn’t form words, the overstimulation with how his cock was now hammering inside of you, “Oh, did I fucked you dumb, bitch? Did you like my fingers and cock so much you can’t utter a single word?”

                “So, fu-fucking go-good,” you muttered as you felt his movements become sloppier, his breathing erratic, not much different from yours. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, he was close, his lips found yours before a moan escape your lips as his right fingers found your sensitive clit again, making you cry out trying to move your hands which Hyunjin held firmly around his left hand. “Hyun, too much, so full, so- AH FUCK, PLEASE, DON’T STOP! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!”

                Your whole body started to shake uncontrollably trying your best to decrease the overstimulation you were feeling, but Hyunjin wouldn’t let you, his body on top of yours, his right fingers still working on your clit as his thrusts became erratic, his face hiding on your neck, open mouth kisses and small bites being left there as both became a moaning mess chasing each other high. You felt the twitch of his cock and you knew it wouldn’t take long, so you tried to hold on to your high, just waiting for the moment he let his seeds fill you up.

                His thrusts stopped, his cock buried inside of you as you felt his seeds being spilled inside of you, finally allowing your body to relax as he moved a few more time, getting both of you out of your high. His left hand left your wrists, staying beside them on the arm rest, his right hand went up to the back rest as he let go on top of you, a warm and heavy blanked on top of you as your hands found the nap of his neck and his shoulder blade, light caresses there as both your breathings started to stabilize.

                “God, you are so perfect,” his eyes lifted from your neck, your hands cupping his face as he leaned in your touch, right hand on the cushion under you as the left sustained his body on the arm rest, “so perfect for me, I love you, I love you do fucking much.”

                This time, the kiss was tender, contained, sweet. Your hands playing with his hair as you pulled him in, feeling his cock twitching inside, making you clench and involuntarily move your hips making him groan against your lips, a giggle left your lips as he pressed your foreheads together.

                “C’mon baby, you started it!”

                “You’ll be the death of me, you know that right?”

                “And you love that,” you smirked kissing him again before opening your eyes, finding his glossy eyes staring back, “I love you so much Hyunie.”

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[taeyeonschild]

《sleeping apart, after a fight || maknae line ver.》

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pairing: maknae line (separate) x gn!reader

genre: i dunno, you tell me. (fluff? angst?? SMUT??!?? no it’s not smut dw😌)

contains: exactly as it says in the title

warnings: !!!uncomfortable couch!!!

A/N: idk what i’m doing, any more than you do. why did i choose to write this? i have no clue 🤷‍♀️

on a completely unrelated note: here’s a song i’m obsessed with right now

hyung line | maknae line

Han

He watches as you grab your pillow and blanket from the bed, then angrily stomp into the living room.

When he hears the door slam, he sinks to the ground in a sigh.

He sits there, in silence for a few minutes, just to calm himself down, before anxiously tiptoeing into the living room, and approaching you.

“How about, I take the couch, and you go take the bed? I know your mad at me, and I feel bad, but I’d feel way worse if you wake up tomorrow with a sore back from this couch.”

You silently agree, while getting up from the couch to hand him the pillow and blanket.

“We’ll talk tomorrow morning?”

You reply with only a nod, too tired and overwhelmed to do much else.

The bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch, it’s a good thing you have a boyfriend who cares enough to make that trade for you.

An hour later, Jisung is still lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It's not comfortable at all, and he can feel every spring poking into his back. He rolls around, doing anything he can to try to get comfortable, but it is no use.

“Gah!”

He groans quietly to himself, and he eventually picks himself up off of the couch and walks to the bedroom.

A strong arm wraps around your waist. Still angry, but you don’t fight it.

“The couch is uncomfortable. I’d rather be here with you. I love you”

In the morning the fight is forgotten, and all is well in quokkaville.

Felix

He can’t sleep without you.

He’ll lay alone in the guest bedroom for an hour or two, scared to anger you more.

At 3am he finally sneaks into the bed beside you.

(If you’re asleep, he will quietly climb under the covers, and wrap you in his arms, very careful not to wake you up.)

If you are awake he just sits there, looking at you.

His hand gently rubs up an down your shoulder.

You are stubborn, and refuse to face him.

“Y/n i’m sorry… okay?”

“I forgot our date I know, I’ve just been so caught up with work… and I know that’s not an excuse, it’s my fault for forgetting. but I promise it won’t happen again, my love. I’m so sorry”

He practically begs you to forgive him

“Please darling… forgive me. I love you, and I can’t stand you being angry at me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll take you out tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that. I’ll never forget a date again. I’ll even take friday off of work, and we can spend the whole day together!”

He rambles on and on, just trying to convince you to look at him.

But he stop’s suddenly when he sees your shoulder shake slightly, and he hears a sniffle.

“Oh god, oh no. Are you crying? Y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to!”

He holds your waist tightly and kisses your neck, doing anything he can to comfort you.

“i just feel like, i’m not a priority anymore. we haven’t gone out in a month.” you speak through sniffles, and choked sobs.

“No no no! Y/n you are always my number one! I’ve just been really busy with this new comeback, i haven’t had much time to think about really anything else. But i’m sorry, truly. I never want you to feel unloved. You are, and will always be, the most important thing to me, my love.”

He hugs you, and rocks you slowly off to sleep. All is well, all is forgiven, all there is, is love, between you.

Seungmin

“I’m done!! I’m sleeping in the guest room. We’ll finish this tomorrow!” you finally snap, then storm out of the living room.

Stubborn x equally as stubborn, is your relationship trope. You both know that this fight won’t end, until one of you puts your pride aside, to start the apologies.

Tonight, you refuse to be that person.

The guest bedroom is cold and lonely, you spend the whole night wondering how Seungmin is doing… He’s probably having a fantastic time in the big bed all to himself…

Your prediction couldn’t be any less correct.

Seungmin is eating himself up inside with guilt, he can’t sleep any more than you can.

Part of him is glad that you aren’t in the same room, since he always wants to appear strong infront of you. He would never want you to find him weak and crying like he is now..

The night is long, and uncomfortable, and cold, and neither of you can sleep.

After an hour or so, of suffering, Seungmin gives into the pain, and knocks on the guest bedroom door.

Angrily, you ignore him, but he enters anyways.

You look like a mess, your hair is a rats nest from hoe much you’ve tossed and turned, your face is all red and puffy from crying.

Without speaking, he crawls into the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

He gives you no space to refuse, but it’s not like you’d want to anyways…

“Let’s just stop fighting. I love you. Goodnight y/nnie”

Jeongin

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight”

His disappointed, quiet tone, hurts you even more that it would’ve if he had yelled it.

Before you have any time to rebut, he leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Jeongin!!” he ignores your call.

He sets up the couch to the best of his ability, but it is anything but comfortable.

He lays in silence staring at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity, till he hears your footsteps echo down the hall.

Your sniffles break him, but he wants to remain strong. He knows that looking at you will break him, so he pretends to be asleep.

You kneel beside him, on the floor, and gently stroke his arm.

“Innie?”

He doesn’t reply initially, keeping his eyes closed to stay in character. But hearing your sniffles breaks him.

“Yeah?”

“Please come to bed. We don’t have to talk, we can stay on opposite sides of the bed. I just need you with me.” you beg.

Hearing this hurts him. He tries his hardest to avoid eye contact, knowing that he will instantly forgive you, if he even so much as looks at your face.

“Okay, i’ll come. I just need some time. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”

He then gets off of the couch, slowly walking to the bedroom. He climbs into his side of the bed, and you follow after.

You lay, facing away from eachother. Both wide awake, and unable to sleep.

There’s no way to prevent the tears that fall from your eyes, and you begin to choke back sobs. You try your best to stay quiet, to allow Jeongin peace and quiet. But of course, he can hear you.

As much as he wants to pretend he’s asleep, he feels bad seeing you like this. It’s clear that the guilt is eating you up inside, and it’s making him feel even worse.

Carefully, he wraps his arm around your waist, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

“Sshhh, lovely.. It’s okay. I am mad, but we’ll figure it out tomorrow. I still love you. Now go to sleep”

[kopilot-pop]

[Tired] pt.2

- Le Sserafim x 6thMember!Reader

Summary: After a harsh criticism from one of your teachers, you started to fall into a bad habit again. You started staying overnight at the company, your knees are always bruised, and you probably shouldn’t have 3 cans of Redbull everyday… Thankfully, your bandmates have easily recognized your behaviors and decided to put it to an end.

Warnings: overworking, self-hate, depression, suicidal intentions (very minor), fainting, hospital, needles,

a/n: sorry for the long wait. This is a bit shorter than I expected, but I hope you guys still enjoy.

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The horrendous amount of caffeine started to take a toll on you.

During one of the last practices for your comeback, Chaewon stared at you worriedly.

But you were too busy staring at your shaky hands to notice.

After chugging another can of Redbull, you finished the practice and finally turned on your phone. Several missed calls and notifications from your group’s chatroom covered your phone.

You didn’t have the energy to care.

You fell asleep on the couch in the practice room.

You have a comeback tomorrow after all.

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Furious is an understatement.

Chaewon is absolutely mad.

The 6 of you gathered at the studio for Music Bank on the day of the comeback. While getting ready with makeup and outfits, you could tell the girls wanted to talk to you but were too busy to.

When you all finally got up to the stage, the jittery feeling became more intense. As the second verse started your stomach started to churn, your throat closed up - you almost missed your lines-

and once again you couldn’t stop staring at your shaky hands with bloodshot eyes.

Until you froze.

Your eyes met Zuha’s. And you watched in slow motion as she ran towards you, barely catching your body before it hit the ground, and the spotlight in front of your eyes shut down.

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“…..ays-… y..… med…-”

You finally woke up with a pounding inside your head.

The moment you could blur out the bright light above your head, you could see Sakura’s face and feel the cool cloth on yours.

She was carefully wiping away the sweat on your head and quickly noticed your eyes open.

“Y/n! How are you feeling?”

At the same time, you could hear a loud crash on the other side of the room.

“Y/n unnie woke up?!”

“Y/N ARE YOU OKAY-”

“G..guys… calm down..”

The three younger girls ran up to you, seeming to have been lounging on the couch together.

Eunchae, with teary eyes, pulled you into a tight hug.

“Hey! She’s not stable yet!! Don’t push her around!!”

Your leader walked through the doors to pull down the three puppies from you.

“Thanks..”

After a few moments of awkward silence, Chaewon finally started.

“You passed out on stage Y/n.”

“Chaewon, don’t be too harsh.” Sakura tried her best to keep the situation calm.

“I know unnie- Y/n. You fainted due to malnutrition. When’s the last time you ate anything?”

“…I’m not sure..”

“Of course you’re not sure. The only thing you’ve been putting inside your body was energy drinks-”

“Unnie..”

“No- We were all thinking so I’m just gonna say it- We thought you were gonna die Y/n.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that you could almost laugh. Almost.

“Why would y-”

“You were barely home, working like a slave every fucking day, starving, and depending on pain meds- so yeah, OF COURSE WE THOUGHT THE WORSE!!”

You finally gained the courage to look up at her teary eyes.

“Do you understand the amount of fear I felt when I saw you drop to the ground yesterday?! How terrified we felt when you didn’t wake up when Yunjin screamed your name?!!”

“I-..”

“Kazuha carried you to the hospital because she was too scared that something might happen to you if she let go!! Can you even imagine being that scared?!”

You looked down at your lap, fiddling with the needle(IV drip) inside your hand. Sakura gently held your hand to stop you.

“That’s enough Chaewon.” She said.

She’s never stern, but this time she was. Sakura gave you this look, something just like the one your mother always gave you.

Worried, angry, but somehow warm.

“We were scared Y/n.. More than the fainting, I was scared of losing you just like last time…”

Last time? Oh yeah. You almost killed yourself during debut.

“We care about you. You know that. All 5 of us love and cherish you, sometimes even more than anybody else in the world. And watching you slowly fade away like that just…”

She started to choke up. It was rare to see her like that, so you instinctively shot out to pull her into a hug.

Holding onto you, as you might just fade away, Sakura softly sobbed into your shoulder.

When you felt another weight on your back, you turned around to see the youngest also snuggling into you. Probably the person you mostly didn't want to catch you in such a depressing state.

"I...I'm sorr-"

Yunjin, with the same teary face all the others choked out;

"It's not your fault."

She slid next to the edge of the bed, gently holding onto Sakura's hand right on top of yours.

"I wanted to be better. Good enough to stand by you guys. I just wanted to-" You felt the tears finally fall free from your eyes as Chaewon with the same frown (albeit a bit softer) held your face.

Gentle. God, they were all so gentle with you.

"You are. You are good enough. You are good."

Watching you sob out, Kazuha finally joined into the pile, right next to Yunjin as she dries your tears with her old sweater sleeves.

You let out another ugly cry as you feel the 5 girls' warmth trap you. You forgot that you were good enough. You forgot how loved you were.

But just like always, they were there to remind you once again.

"You're loved Y/n. By us, always."

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[llively-12]

Let Down

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Park Jihyo x female reader

Warnings: Angst, jihyo cheats (heartbreaking), relationship struggles, mentions of... a man

Story: Jihyo is behaving weird. She is growing distant, and you get a hint why.

Authors note: I'm obsessed with this song. I thought the mood would fit for this idea. Enjoy the read♥︎

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Usually, October, was your favourite month. You loved the fresh autumn air and the way the leaves changed their colours, only to fall from the branches and wrinkle until nothing but dust was left of them.

The cicle of the different seasons is always fascinating. You love going outside and experiencing this in real life. Touching the said leaves that had fallen to the ground. Laying in the grass on a warm spring day and watching the birds return after the cold. See the beauty of nature in the summer and, finally, the cold and icy days of the winter.

Winter always made you a bit sad or depressed. You never knew why, though. It is as if all of the happiness, collected by the other seasons, is just pulled out of your head and replaced with some lingering thoughts.

In all these dark and icy months, you had Jihyo. She was the only person bringing you joy when there really was nothing to be happy about. She cared for you in ways you have never experienced. You are so thankful for the relationship that has been growing between you two.

You were introduced through chaeyoung. You are friends with chaeyoung. Both of you met at an art museum. She stumbled onto you while taking pictures of the paintings. After that, your friendship blossomed, and she introduced you to Twice.

Jihyo and you understood each other immediately, though it all needed some time. You were honestly too shy to ask her out. She never really thought you were into her.

The ice was broken after the other members set you up for a date. After that, you both hit it off very well. Even though you needed to be secret about this, due to her idol status and the strict dating rules. It wasn't easy in the beginning, but you passed over every obstacle, as long as you were with her.

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You try to warm your feet under a thick blanket. The TV is playing in the background. One of Jihyos' favourite K-dramas is running. She told you early into the relationship about her love for K-dramas and the need for them to always be playing when she was home. You quickly took over her habit, and now, every time you're at home, some korean drama is running in the background.

You watch the episode attentively while waiting for Jihyo to come home. Twice is busy, especially during the colder seasons. New comebacks are waiting to be released, and another world tour is being planned.

You want to give Jihyo all the space and time that she needs. She could be very hectic and frustrated during those times, so she really needed the time and space at given moments. Arguments often bubbled up, and Jihyo really hated them. They always resulted in tears and slamming doors.

It's almost midnight, and she still hasn't come home yet. Late nights were occasional at the company, but you always knew when Jihyo took more time to prepare stuff for the comebacks. She would call you or message you about stuff like this.

It has happened before that she did not reply to your messages or just forgot to send a text about her being late, but in the last few days, these occurrences started piling up. She always found an excuse, and you were forgiving.

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Jihyo comes home, and the lights are still on. The TV is playing, and you are on the couch, fast asleep. She has seen thus sight many times before. As much as it hurt her for the relationship to be like this, she couldn't do much about it. The company needed her more than anything right now, hoping on her ideas or her presence for the comeback.

She walks over to your body and smiles softly. The sight never got old. She leaned down to give you a small kiss on the cheek, her lips leaving a small kiss mark.

Jihyo turns off the TV as well as the lights. Her arms wrap around you and carry you over to the bed. The bed is comfy and carries both of your scents within its sheets.

After getting ready for bed, Jihyo settles down next to you. Her muscles are sore from the practice. The smooth and soft feeling of the mattress eases the tension in Jihyos' body and helps her relax.

She falls asleep a few moments later.

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Twice did not know about someone collaborating with them. It was a last-minute decision, chosen by one of the managers. The artist is quite known in the west. The goal is to bring Twice's fame more to the Western people. More collaborations with Western artists would guarantee more fans.

The members were always a bit shy when it came to meeting new artists. Their career mostly resulted in the groups comebacks. Only a few months ago, they started with inviting over other artists and creating new songs.

Jihyo and the other members were excited for the guest. They were waiting in some room within the company. There were some formalities to go over before shaking hands and making music.

The atmosphere was slightly tense, but the women did everything in their mind to keep the tone nice and friendly. The managers were preparing everything for the meeting. Soft laughters filled the room as the Twice members joked around about the situation or past moments.

The attention is quickly fixed to the door as a relatively tall, tanned man walks in. His clothing style is simple. The smile on his face seems genuine. The Twice members quickly get up to greet the Western artist. Jihyo, as the leader, went up to him first. She bows down a bit and greets the man with a gentle smile.

"Hi, I'm Jihyo, and this is Twice."

She points to the other eight women. The man introduces himself and greets the other women, too, though his gaze stays on Jihyo. The leader of Twice does not notice this, though, being too caught up watching after her members.

The language barrier is a bit awkward but is quickly fixed with a translator. The meeting goes smoothly, and everyone is happy with the results. The connection between Jihyo and the other artist is friendly, though the man can't seem to keep his eyes off of Jihyo.

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The cold weather outside of the bookstore carried many people through the doors. Books were getting more popular nowadays so your job as a cashier was more active and fun. It's almost like the sells for books rise with the colder months. The aesthetic of walking into a bookstore after a fresh walk must be a nice feeling for the people in town.

You were focused on getting the newly ordered books into their shelves. The organising and refilling of books took up most of the time. You never understood customers who just left books on completely different shelves.

The ladder you were on was shaking a bit, and you had to hold onto one of the shelves. You have been working for almost seven hours now, and your shift will be over soon. You can't wait to get home and cook a nice meal for Jihyo and yourself. It has been a while since the two of you found the time and energy to have a proper meal together.

Ever since you moved to Korea, you made sure to learn Korean cuisine and master their way of cooking. This came in handy after you met Jihyo. She loves food and was surprised by your cooking skills. It was nice and loving to cook for her, and watch her eat the food with a happy frown.

You quickly make your way back home after your shift. Jihyo is already home and greets you with a loving embrace as well as a long kiss. The kissing wouldn't stop, as both of you missed each other dearly, never really getting the chance to spend a lot of time together. The food could wait, as your feet take wobbly but sure steps towards the bedroom. Jihyos arms quickly picking you up and carrying you over to the bed.

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His voice intrigued Jihyo. Not many artist stayed around this much during comebacks, most of them just travelling around Seoul to experience the culture and take pictures. He, on the other hand, stayed around the group, made sure to get to know everyone, and strike up small but meaningful conversations.

Was it obvious that he was mostly talking to Jihyo? Yes. Did anyone suspect or notice anything? No.

Jihyo is a charming woman nonetheless. Her aura is alluring, and she does the best at feeling new people welcome. Adding the leader card and her natural care for the other person's well-being can make quite a few people dizzy with love. She always got complimented and showered with love. The hybe around this woman was nothing new. Yet she always made sure to stay loyal.

You were a big secret in Jihyos' life. Of course, the members and her family knew, but the bigger image was always closed off with a curtain, preventing the attention on Jihyos and your relationship. She made sure that you were safe from the fans and the paparazzi. She would not forgive herself if the sharp tongues ever cut at your flesh.

And even though you're her everything, the person that supports her the most during times where she felt the worst, she can't keep her eyes off him. What makes this man so special? Is it his American accent? The way he listens attentively to everything she says? The attention she gets from him?

Jihyo's mind can not fathom any reason why she would be this interested in another person if she got the perfect one sitting at home, waiting for her. Maybe this was not romance. Jihyo was sure that she was just fascinated by the man's persona. That must be it.

Nothing could come between you and Jihyo, right?

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His name has left her mouth about seven times this evening. You notice the way her eyes light up while talking about him. It made you wonder. When was the last time Jihyo talked about you like this? Her members would often take chances and share whatever Jihyo was saying with you. Whether it was your appearance that day, that made her heart swell or the way you said goodbye before work. But now that you think of it. Jihyo hasn't been this affectionate in a while.

Sure, her career was demanding, and you were never that kind of girlfriend. You could never put yourself between Jihyo and her job as an idol. She worked so hard for this. Never in a million years would you ever make her change something about her job. You even admired her patience for pursuing an artist life. It was hard and often made Jihyo crumble under the stress. There were times when you cursed out her choice of work, but after all, it was something that she chose.

And now you're here. Listening to her gushing about this male artist. Suddenly, the food tastes bland, and your appetite leaves along the mood for a romantic night. The warm lights of the restaurant feel too dark, like they're purposefully pushing you into the dark. Everything seems to pull you down, and that's just by hearing his name.

You sigh and push away your plate. Jihyo stops talking and focuses on your behaviour. She frowns and puts a hand on yours, her thumb idly brushing over your knuckles.

"Is something wrong, babe?

The concern in her voice is evident. She always cared for you. Jihyo would move mountains if it meant for you to be happy. She would do everything she could to ensure your comfort.

"I'm fine, it's just, you've been talking about this one artist the whole evening. It's like I'm not even here with you."

Your answer takes Jihyo aback. She hadn't noticed the way she was constantly bringing up his name. Sometimes, Jihyo just drifts off while talking. It's natural for her not to notice the line.

"God, I'm so sorry, honey. I never meant to ruin our date night. Just interrupt me when I drift off again, okay?"

You nod. Jihyo seals the promise with a kiss on the back of your hand. After that, she goes back to talking. Yet, you don't have the heart to inform her that she is infact drifting off again. Her conversation slid over to a certain male artist.

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A week has passed by. You haven't seen Jihyo for three days. She hasn't entered the apartment, claiming that the company needs her. Nights are spent without her, and to your dismay, the bedsheets start to lose their smell.

Jihyo is slowly but surely drifting off. At first, it started with the conversations. She would rarely talk about common things or you anymore. All she ever talked about now was that stupid guy. You couldn't take it anymore. Then she started missing out dates. She always excused herself, but the apologies became sloppy and unreliable. At last, she forgot your anniversary. That night ended in a heated argument. She claimed that there was nothing going on while you were throwing the accusations at her like there's no tomorrow.

She left after that night, staying at the company or at one of the member's apartments. You can't remember her getting like this. This sassy and unbuttered behaviour. In the past, she would come back to you, apologise, and make up for her mistakes. Now she ignores you.

The job has been your only release. Sorting and selling books made you forget about the drama, which is displayed at home. Some of the members reached out to you. Nayeon came over and talked with you about Jihyo's behaviour. She suspicioned something, but her hints didn't get to you.

You trust Jihyo with all your heart. She would never betray you. Even if Nayeon made some convincing discoveries. Your mind couldn't handle the thought of Jihyo ever doing something like that.

You were supposed to move into a bigger apartment. Late night talks resulted in marriage plans. It had been about four years since you two got together. Why would she throw all of that away now? It all didn't make sense to you.

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Jihyo couldn't believe it, but the hickeys on her neck showed a fact. What had she done?

The last night had passed in a hace. Drinks were gulped down as if they're nothing. Shot after shot brought Jihyo to her limit. Her alcohol endurance is high, so it took a lot of alcohol to break that.

Back to whatever happened last night. Jihyo went out with him. At first, the plan was to just let loose and forget about the stress of being an artist, and then something changed. Jihyo can't remember when she decided to kiss him. It was a moment of weakness, nothing more. She would never do this again.

Her hands reach for some make-up to cover up the dark red bruises across her neck. She would never tell you what happened. This would be a secret, a secret that Jihyo would take to her grave.

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You knew. Right when she laid down beside you, you knew. The way her arms wrapped around your body differently. You just knew it.

Her hands were sweaty and warm, and her breath was slightly uneven. After being with someone for such a long time, you remember antics that even the person themselves would never notice. Her withdrawal after the male artist was introduced, the way her tone and eyes changed when she talked about him, and lastly, her not coming home after the comeback was celebrated.

The Twice members had reached out to you. Nayeon was so worried about your well-being. Everything fit together like a big puzzle. Would you ever be the same? Would she ever admit to what she has done?

You can't get the answers, and you probably never will. Instead, all you do is curl into her body, breathe in her scent, and kiss the spot on her neck, which holds the hickeys that he made.

The cold wind blows through the partly opened window, and suddenly, autumn isn't your favourite season anymore. The wind is too cold and too harsh on your skin. The leaves that fall from the branches only make a mess on your balcony. You felt like one of the leaves, falling from the tree. First, you change your colour, then you fall from the only support that you've had for the longest time of your life, and then you start to wrinkle, and everything turns into dust. A faint memory of what once was, and what will never be.

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