#the last line gets me so bad ok (and i laughed out loud again) minho did not connect the dots in the SLIGHTEST

[aceofvernons]

so i took notes again. this is what i titled it:

everything else goes in the tags because i formatted my notes as tags to copy-paste them faster ahaha bye

actually ignore the fact that some of them are formatted weird i am nerfed by the character limit of tags </3

𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞・b.c.

— incurable playboy turned doting boyfriend was a character development arc nobody saw coming for christopher bang, including (especially) his frat brothers.

words・2.8k pairing・frat president!chris x gn!reader genres・fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, college!au, fuckboy!chris, boys being boys, kissing, implied sex so mdni warnings・substance use, talk of past heartbreak

a/n・here is "nobody believes you're dating" w/chan, requested by none other than my @rachalixie for my 2k event !! anny, i hope u love this fic as much as i love u; thank you for allowing me to write something so self-indulgent <3

In the deafening throes of one of Phi Mu Alpha’s spring kickbacks, Minho finds Jeongin and Seungmin standing in motionless silence by the kitchen counter. Both boys are gaping at something with an intensity that dips egregiously into the realm of creepy.

He moves to pour himself a shot. “What the fuck are you people looking at?”

Seungmin prods a pointer finger in the relevant direction. It takes a few seconds of scanning the scene for Minho to find what he’s referring to. He digs a knuckle into his eye, instantly confused by what he’s seeing. Maybe the gaping is justified.

The windows and doors have all been thrown open to invite the balmy April weather into the foyer of the frathouse. There’s a large crowd of people huddled around a long, foldable table stationed before the stairs; Jaehyun clutches a ping-pong ball between his fingers, singular eye squinted shut as he takes aim. The number of remaining solo cups dwindles rapidly, as does the players’ sobriety.

Something—someone—is missing.

Not to say “beer pong virtuoso” was one of the reasons Chris was elected frat president, but you’d think the guy had a career path in basketball with how he’s given the entire Greek life community alcohol poisoning by courtesy of two or three plastic balls alone. Minho has never known him to miss a shot, let alone miss out on a game.

Today, however, the reigning champion is only spectating, seated above the ongoing match on one of the steps of the main staircase.

A beautiful stranger is sitting beside him, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you peer at the match through the bannister.

You say something inaudible. The laugh it earns from Chris is bright enough to pick up from a few streets down. He leans in to murmur something in return, and you slide your hand over his nape to pull his mouth onto yours, light blush crawling up and over your ears. The way Chris melts into you can only be described as familiar, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, finger hooking delicately beneath your chin, grin going lopsided as your lips part—

“That’s enough,” Minho hisses, tearing his eyes away with considerable effort. “Aren’t you ashamed? Just fucking ogling.”

Jeongin shakes his head, grinning. “It’s dinner and a show. We’d be idiots not to.”

By dinner, he must mean the gallon of chocolate milk he’s been drinking from for the last hour. He now holds out said gallon with the intent to cheers. Seungmin picks up the entire handle and does the same.

Minho sighs, clinks his glass against theirs, and they throw back their respective refreshments in unison.

“Anywho.” Jeongin swipes the back of his hand over his mouth before going on. “You guys know who that is?”

Minho resurfaces with a wince, relishing in the bitter aftermath, then motions for Seungmin to give the bottle back straightaway. He arrived to the function late and he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d like to be.

Seungmin obliges Minho only after another heady swig. “No clue. Probably just another fling, no?”

“Mmm,” Jeongin hums in assent. “It’s Chris we’re talking about, after all.”

"Exactly.” There’s an air of finality in Seungmin’s voice—but Minho wouldn’t be so sure.

Perhaps because he has never noticed that Chris had dimples until now; or because you fold so naturally into Chris' side after your kiss ends, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck and hand seeking out his to hold in your lap; or, most likely, because Chris' eyes seem to return to you when he looks at you, as if his gaze drifting anywhere else is but a momentary departure from where it really belongs. As if he comes home every time you come into his line of vision.

Whatever the reason, the idea coalesces in Minho’s mind, even as inebriation begins to fall over his cognitive faculties like a curtain, that the boys have got it wrong.

Jeongin utters his name, jolting him out of his trance. There’s another shot lifted halfway to Minho’s lips that hasn’t budged in minutes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Minho looks at Jeongin first, Seungmin next, then back at Chris and his stunning companion. He’s not inclined to answer the question in full, but he can in truth. A coy smile crosses his face.

“Threesome?”

Jeongin laughs hard enough to collapse onto the kitchen island. Seungmin drags a hand down his face. “Come on, man.”

In the corner of his eye, you’ve gone back to kissing again, slow and sweet and secretive. Chris' gentle hold on your jaw shields you from view but fails to hide his lovesick smile. Dimly, Minho thinks that maybe his friend has met his match.

Then, he takes four shots in rapid succession—and stops thinking altogether.

Christopher Bang’s love life is like a horror movie and romcom spliced together: a fiasco of a film to which his housemates have front row seats.

The frat’s upperclassmen live in sets of four-bed, two-bath suites comprising a small common space with a kitchen and a sitting area, sandwiched by bedrooms on either side. It is in that common space that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung often see or hear Chris stumbling home after a night out, entangled with a different attractive stranger every time—so often, in fact, that they’ve come to believe that he’s deathly allergic to anything bigger than a one-and-done hookup.

They can’t judge. In part because they’d be throwing stones from glass houses, but also because the man’s penchant for empty physicality is far from unfounded. His past self gave pieces of his heart to the wrong people, contracted first-degree burns from the guileless warmth he sought out. Now, his version of “intimacy” is less a connotation of closeness than it is a self-contradiction, for it should be impossible for so much distance to remain between two people in a single bed.

Chris hasn’t vocalized any of this. Nor have his housemates discussed it with each other. The knowledge simply exists in the air between the four of them like something akin to taboo, dipping in and out of acknowledgement depending on the circumstance.

This might be the circumstance of all time.

At around 11:40 A.M. on a Saturday, three doors in the suite open at once. Hyunjin and Changbin aren’t coincidence—the latter is coercing the former to go to the gym again—but they lift their eyes to the opposite side of the living room, and the slice of milk bread dangling from Hyunjin’s lips very nearly takes a fatal fall. Changbin manages to snatch it up with an extended hand.

Chris has just emerged from his room as well. Your silhouette follows close behind, your mouth stretching into a yawn as you massage the sleep from your eyes. You’re sporting a mesh green sweater identical to one Chris owns. They find Chris' accessories more interesting than his clothes, though: two hickeys peeking out from beneath his jaw and the base of his neck.

Chris sees Hyunjin and Changbin right away, and his expression goes utterly blank, not unlike their faces as they watch you close his door meticulously. You turn around and gasp.

The four of you stare at each other for what feels like multiple business days. At least, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chris stare at each other; your eyes dart between the men on the other side of the room and the man next to you, silently pleading for him to say something. He does not for a long while.

Then, he lunges for one of the throw pillows on the couch and flings it at Hyunjin like a shot put. It ricochets off his chest and lands on the floor rather anticlimactically.

“Distraction!” Chris yells anyways, grabbing your hand and tearing towards the exit, wild grin on his face. “Go, go, go!”

Your raucous laughter lingers even after you’ve been hauled away, accompanied by an unintelligible, breathless shout of something along the lines of my toothbrush—and then the front door clicks shut, and there are two.

Changbin and Hyunjin lock eyes, struggling to process what just happened. Hyunjin is the first to move, wandering hesitantly into the bathroom that Chris and Jisung share. Nothing about the place looks out of the ordinary.

Aside from the two toothbrushes slotted in the holder on Chris' side of the counter, that is.

“Oh, shit,” Hyunjin says out loud.

Something moves in the bathroom window, catching his attention. Hyunjin looks over just in time to spot you and Chris dart out onto the lawn two floors below. Chris has his arm draped over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist. Your smile is discernible all the way from here, and Hyunjin sees a perfect mirror of it on his friend’s face when Chris glances at the frathouse over his shoulder. 

Has he always had dimples?

Moments later, Changbin joins him in peering out the window. A high-pitched cackle erupts from the older boy’s lips. “Look at that idiot.”

Standing off to the left is a tiny, baffled Han Jisung, his arms full of groceries, jaw sitting squarely the grass and whites of his eyes on full display as he watches you and Chris stroll away.

Hyunjin laughs with his whole fucking body. Changbin whips out his phone and takes a picture.

When you finally breach the topic, it’s because you don’t think you can physically study for another minute—but also because, after multiple long months of fruitless sparring, your curiosity finally wins.

Your boyfriend is seated in your desk chair, feet kicked up onto your mattress with his laptop propped up on his thighs. His features have rearranged themselves into an expression of intense focus. You can hear the music blaring through his headphones from all the way here.

You uncross your legs from below you, scootch across your bed, and lift your hands to cradle his cheeks. He starts as if jolted out of a trance, then starts to smile when he reads the words hi, Channie off your lips.

His headphones fall around his neck. He sets his laptop down onto your desk with a dull thunk. The next thing to drop is you when Chris seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the mattress. The somber atmosphere of your study session is shattered by your muted laughter and Chris pressing his lips to every inch of your exposed skin he can. He saves your mouth for last.

“Hi,” he answers after kissing the living daylights out of you, the syllable soft and silky with adoration. “Missed me?”

The room’s dim lightning sets your beautiful boyfriend aglow. You drag your eyes from his brown irises with blown pupils to his sloping nose, from his disheveled dark locks to his cordate lips, so plush and warm against your own that you swear you still feel them there. 

“Always,” you say, brushing a hand over the back of his neck, your head now spinning so badly you can barely remember what you wanted to ask him. “I was starting to feel jealous of your homework.”

He chuckles. “Shit, I’ll drop out of college right now, baby. Jus’ say the word.”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, nudging the tip of your nose against his.

“Says you.”

Your lips find his again—needless to say, your study sessions aren’t known for their productivity—and a lot of time passes before you come up for air. Even afterwards, Chris doesn’t let you go far, pulling you into his chest by the curve of your waist, nuzzling his cheek into your hairline. You only need to murmur for him to hear your question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“'Course,” he returns, and you’re close enough to sense him tighten with apprehension. “Everything okay?”

“Yes. Don’t worry.” You print a kiss to the side of his neck for extra reassurance. “It’s just…I’ve been meaning to ask how your friends feel about me.”

He tightens with something else now: surprise, you’re guessing, hoping. You hadn’t seriously considered that the answer could be negative, but it’s dawning on you now that the possibility of that isn’t zero.

“Where’s this coming from?” Chris hums, his tone opaque.

You hesitate, mentally reviewing your interactions with your boyfriend’s social circle. Hyunjin and Jisung can’t make eye contact with you when they speak to you. Minho does nothing but make eye contact with you whether he’s speaking to you or not. Jeongin and Seungmin can maintain small talk for about ten seconds before they start looking like they would rather be anywhere else. Changbin is the only one you’ve held a conversation with, and only because you were going up the same stairs at the same time and the alternative would have been mind-numbing silence.

What is the best way for you to say this?

“Well,” you begin, “I can’t help but notice that they act a little—when I’m around, they’re a bit, uh—”

“—crazy,” Chris offers. “Completely fuckin’ bat-shit crazy.”

You blink, stunned. “Yes. Exactly that.”

Chris threads a hand through your hair, the comforting gesture doing nothing to assuage your worry. It seems there’s some truth behind your impressions. Your next words are tinged with a quiet sadness.

“I’m not imagining things, then?”

“No, angel,” he sighs. “But not for the reasons you think.”

A beat passes. Chris perceives your silence as a chance to backtrack, to opt out of this conversation if it’s one he’s not ready for. He would’ve leapt at the opportunity once.

But he realizes in that moment, with your voice gentle against his ears and your touch so doting upon his skin, how much has changed since he met you: from the color of the sky to the word home and everything in between, including his cynicism towards love and all the iterations of forever it holds. 

With that epiphany comes another, then another: he wants you to know why his friends are being so weird, wants you to know about him and his past and all the wounds of his you never know you healed. Wants you to spend the rest of this forever with him.

His pointer finger dusts beneath your chin, a wordless request for you to look at him, and he nearly liquifies when you do and he finds entire constellations in your eyes. 

“It’s a lot,” he mumbles, though he suspects you know that already; he suspects you know about the other stuff, too. 

You bring your hand to the side of his face, bring your forehead to rest upon his. Your closeness washes over him like a low summer tide lapping over sandy shores, a soothing balm spreading over scorched flesh. 

“It’s you,” you answer, your voice steadier than he’s ever heard. “I will love it just the same.”

Chris' held breath comes out in shudders.

So this is warmth.

Minho and Felix are watching anime on the couch when a knock comes at their door, unfortunately during a pivotal moment of a pivotal episode. 

Minho hits pause with a ghastly groan. Felix laughs and rises to his feet, dashing into his room to grab the two silver necklaces he’ll be loaning out for the evening. “Coming!”

Outside, Chris is standing alone, hips and thighs accentuated by a pair of tight-fitting dress pants, sculpted chest and collarbones framed by a thin, cream-colored shirt with the top three buttons undone. Most of his hair has been pushed off his forehead, leaving a few locks free to fall over his right eyebrow. He’s rolling up his sleeves when Felix opens the door, veined forearms flexing as a result of the effort.

“Well?” He asks. Minho cranes his neck to look past Felix.

Both boys start to holler and whistle like excited macaques.

“What in the Calvin Klein is this?” Felix shouts, spinning Chris around by the shoulders. “You look insane, bro. Holy fuck.”

“What’s the occasion, young man?” Minho inadvertently sounds like a gruff uncle. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

Chris' laughter comes easier nowadays. What’s more, it comes in a way that reaches the rest of him, that ends in a tiny, high squeak that you really have to look for in order to hear. Felix and Minho can't help but replicate his smile. Those clothes look good on him, yes, but happiness looks even better.

“You guys are silly,” Chris giggles. He accepts the necklaces Felix hands to him. “Thanks, man. I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow.”

“No rush,” Felix replies, grinning. “Have fun, yeah?”

“We will.” Chris starts to retreat down the hallway, hands moving to slip the jewelry over his head, but not before he blows the both of them a kiss.

“Be back before ten!” Minho hollers; Chris laughs again, turns a corner, and disappears.

Felix closes the door. His smile falters fast. Minho has brought his face mere centimeters away, his expression thoroughly humorless.

“Tell me only the truth, Lee Yongbok,” he deadpans.

“O-okay—”

“Is Chris in a relationship?”

“—oh.” Felix frowns. “Well, yeah.”

Minho blanches. “How—how long?”

“One year, give or take? Anniversary’s today.”

Minho is stunned. Felix is stunned that Minho is stunned.

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[lunatens]

go higher! part 8

[good game]

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the ref’s sharp whistle signals the end of the game as hyunjin’s serve goes straight into the net right beside seungmin’s head. the younger boy turns to glare at hyunjin, who flashes an apologetic smile in return. you watch as the kq boys cheer quickly before both teams line up and shake hands (you don’t catch how jisung give’s san’s hand an extra hard squeeze and utters “good game” through gritted teeth).

as you hobble on your crutches back to the bench to talk to bambam and jaebeom about the game, you can’t help curiously listen as the boys talk amongst themselves.

“ahh sorry guys, i guess i’ll gotta work on my serve more,” hyunjin says in embarrassment, feeling badly that the loss was on his error.

“maybe if you spent more time in the gym before practice instead of showing up late you wouldn’t have missed it,” seungmin replies bitterly.

“hey guys, calm down. hyunjin it’s not your fault we lost, or anyone else’s for that matter, i mean we actually did better than usual!!” chan says to try and cheer everyone up.

“yeah, we actually got over 20 points in that last set!!” jeongin replies enthusiastically. besides the youngest’s positivity, chan’s met with some blank stares in response; hyunjin and seungmin stare daggers at each other, jisung’s distracted by the sight of san walking over to your side of the court, and minho walks off to stretch by himself. at least jeongin’s standing there with an excited smile, even though he sat on the bench the whole game.

“y/n!! it’s been a while!” your thoughts are interrupted by a boy walking over to you arms outstretched. before you can protest, san pulls you in for a hug.

“ew you’re so sweaty,” you protest and shove him off, but you still give him a smile; it’s nice to see your friend again.

“what, no “congrats on winning san!! you did great!” for me?” he teases.

“shes on our team, not yours,” a voice says from behind you and you turn to see jisung walking up to you. it’s weird to see normally goofy and loud jisung be so serious. the two boys stare unimpressedly at each other, and you nervously glance between them.

“ok well i gotta go get ready for the post game meeting, i’ll see you in the change room jisung. catch you later sannie!” you call, leaving the awkwardness to go tell the rest of the boys to meet in the change room. jisung gives one final look of disapproval at san before turning and walking away.

everyone’s making their way to the change room to talk about the game, the only person you still have to tell is minho. you spot him alone in the corner of the gym, blushing as he changes out of his jersey and back into a nice sweater. swallowing the butterflies, you walk up to him. i shouldn’t be this nervous, i’m literally just telling him about a team meeting and that’s it, you think to yourself.

minho looks up as he hears you approach on your crutches, giving you a small smile and a wave. your heart flutters a bit, and not paying attention, one of your crutches hits the ground at a weird angle and before you know it you’re sprawled out on the gym floor.

“y/n!! are you okay??” minho asks in concern as he rushes to help you up. jisung’s loud laugh echoes in the background, and you flip him off without looking, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“yeah i’m okay,” you mutter; you might have a couple bruises later but luckily you didn’t do anything weird to your ankle. you grab onto minho’s outstretched arm and he pulls you back into your feet—or, foot. you try to reach down to pick up your fallen crutches but it’s kinda hard to do so while balancing on one foot, and you teeter back and forth as you try to figure out the best way to get them. to your surprise, minho holds an arm out for you to balance on while he picks them up for you.

“um...thanks,” you say, voice small as you place the crutches under your armpits, wishing you weren’t so flustered. minho shrugs in response, and sits back down to pull off his shoes and knee pads. you stand there for a second in a mildly awkward silence, almost forgetting why you came over here in the first place.

“oh, uh, there’s a team meeting in the change room as soon as your ready so we can talk about the game and what to work on in practice,” you finally remember to say. minho looks up and gives you a smile and nods silently before going back to untying his laces. as you turn to leave, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. you spot felix and hyunjin walking to the change room and you make your way to join them. they wave at your approach, felix excitedly babbling about his epic saves and “did you see when i dug up that super tall dude’s attack??” and you can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

“i saw you talking to minho,” hyunjin says raising his thick eyebrows at you as felix gives a play-by-play of seemingly every single point in the game.

“yeah, i was just letting him know about the meeting,” you say, trying to appear nonchalant but your cheeks give yourself away. hyunjin smirks at you knowingly.

“don’t worry y/n, i won’t tell anyone. i mean i don’t really understand why you’d go for someone like minho over someone like me, but whatever floats your boat,” he teases. you roll your eyes at him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deny. before hyunjin can say anything, you’ve reached the change room door, which felix opens for you. you almost look back to steal a glance at minho before entering, but think better of it with hyunjin right there. you hardly know minho anyways, it’s just a small crush because he’s good at volleyball and also super cute, right? you think to yourself. besides, it’s probably a bad idea to like someone on the team you’re helping coach anyways. you decide to yourself that maybe you should try and minimize the time you spend around minho so you wont have a chance to fall for him. yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You are newly adopted by the friend of your previous owner who couldn’t afford to take care of you anymore. You don’t mind much as your new owner was super nice and super rich, allowing you to live in a kind of luxury you’ve never experienced before and spoiling you rotten.

The only problem? He already owned another cat hybrid, an incredibly arrogant one at that who thought he was better than you just because his bloodline was pure. Well, you weren’t the type of pussy who would take his shit lying down, and you were determined to make him pay for the way he’s been treating you. 

A/N: yikes this is really bad enjoy your crap sandwich 

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“I have no idea why your rut is coming in so early this year.” Your owner ponders out loud to Minho, who seemed uncomfortable with the topic of discussion, ears red as he silently picks and prods at his food.

Your owner sighs, “Doesn’t matter, your usual playmate’s owner was kind enough to let us borrow her hybrid on such short notice.”

“Oh, Irene’s coming?” Minho asks disappointedly.

“Yes, is that a problem? I thought Irene was your favorite.” Your owner asks, confused by Minho’s change of heart.

“She is. I just thought…” Minho trails off, not clarifying why he suddenly doesn’t seem enthusiastic about hooking up with the beautiful cat. However, his eyes betray him as he casts a quick glance in your direction that doesn’t slip his owner’s notice.

Smirking, the man asks teasingly, “Lino, do you want fuck our pretty kitty?”

“N-no. What? No!” He sputters, glancing at you again then looking away in embarrassment when he sees you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I would never fuck him anyway.” You sneer at him, and if it was possible, the male hybrid deflates even more. “I like good kitties.”

“I can be good.” Minho mumbles, frowning.

“What was that, Lino?” Your owner chuckles, enjoying this turn of events a little too much.

“Nothing, that mongrel is ugly anyway.” He huffs, standing up and storming to his room.

“He doesn’t mean that, sweetie.” Your owner tells you apologetically, feeling bad about his hybrid’s bad behavior.

“Whatever.” You sniff in distaste. You know it is only a matter of time before the stuck-up hybrid comes crawling to you, and when he does, you’ll make sure to punish him for his rotten attitude.  

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Your eyes sweep over the boy that was tied up in front of you, the thin cream-colored rope looping around his limbs and criss-crossing over his chest looked so pretty against his skin. His arms and legs were almost completely immobilized, with his legs tied to his thighs and forearms tied to his arms and kept out of the way so you’d have easy access to his dick that was red and swollen by now from the hours of teasing you’ve forced him to endure.

The strokes you gave his cock were wet and slippery from the amount of precum he had dribbled onto himself, and they have him keening desperately, whining behind the ballgag you had stuck in his mouth for you to have mercy on him and let him cum.

Using your other hand, you play with his balls that were tied up with a rope of their own, looping around each one then around the base of his cock in a makeshift cockring, leaving them swollen and distended with cum that ached to burst out. To top it all off, his tight little hole was stuffed snuggly with a cute, pink buttplug, the vibrations of which keeping him on edge even when you’d stop touching him.

To say he looked a mess would be an understatement, a trail of drool forming from the corner of his mouth to his chin as he kept trying to beg you to let him cum. It felt so good seeing that snob of a purebreed submit so fully to a mongrel like you.

“Does that feel good, kitty?” You taunt, your hand pumping his length slowly.

He nods vigorously, saying something behind the gag that was too muffled to hear but you assume it’s just more begging.

“I bet you’re just dying to come, aren’t you?” You laugh cruelly, and he whimpers, his cock twitching in the air just at the mention of getting to cum. Once again, he nods, staring at you with wet, hopeful eyes as you speed up your strokes.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

Your question causes a fresh wave of tears to fall down his face as he knows full well that, no, he doesn’t deserve it but he still wants it anyway. He’s shocked when you grant him his wish.

“Ok, you can cum.”

He’s suspicious that you’re finally giving him his release, but it’s hard for him to think clearly when your hand blurs over his cock that was already so close. Soon, he tenses up and little ropes of glistening white cum cover his abdomen. Somehow, even after being denied for so long, he still manages to sound and look delicate while cumming, his moans soft and relieved as his body tenses and relaxes with each wave of his orgasm.

You keep stroking him through it, praising him for listening well. “That’s a good boy. Yeah, cum all over yourself, pretty. Wanna see you all dirtied up.”

The overstimulation starts to set in as you show no sign of stopping, and he winces in pain, but keeps his hands pulled tight against his chest in the little mock paws you had put them in as he tries to lie still and let you milk every last drop out of him.

But you weren’t planning to stop, and the way his eyes change from scrunched up to wide-eyed and betrayed as he realizes that only makes you want to ruin him more. His formerly sweet moans pick up in pitch and his head thrashes left and right, making the cat bell around his neck jingle. Each time you would touch the head of his cock, his entire body would jerk and he would throw his head back with a muffled scream.

Feeling particularly cruel, you close your fist around his head and lightly rub your palm against it; that’s when he drops his hands from the little paws to try and swat at yours but you smack his chest in retaliation and and chastise him, "You better behave if you want to see your pretty cock inside my pussy."

Quickly, he folds his hands back into paws and tries to bite back his cries, tears streaming down his face as he stutters and sniffles.

"Fuck kitten you're not used to being treated this rough huh?" You ask hungrily, going back to pumping his cock, feeling it searing hot underneath your touch. “Spoiled kitty is used to having obedient little pussies presenting themselves to you for the taking. But that’s not how this is gonna go. You have to make up for all the time you were a little shit to me.”

He bites back his cries and nods, his eyes as red as his poor cock that was still hard. Taking your hand off him, you smirk when you hear him whine at the loss.

“Oh, hush.” You smack his thigh and get up, but that only makes him whine louder as he calls for you, panicked as to why you’ve left him. You could’ve told him but you wanted him to fuss a little.

Walking back to him, you bradish the box cutter you had gotten and laugh as he cowers. “Don’t worry, pretty, I won’t hurt you.”

You use the cutter to remove the ropes from his legs then help him extend them gently to get the blood flowing through them again before you pull him up on unsteady feet and guide him towards the bed. Seating him on it, you grab the harness and dildo you had put there earlier, and he watches you with rapt attention as you put them on, his own cock jumping between his legs as you start lubbing up the dildo.  

When you’re done, you lay on your back on the bed and beckon him to you. Bashfully, he crawls up the bed towards you and hovers over your hips as you remove the plug from his ass and line him up with the dildo.

“Come on, kitty, get to work.”

He finds it hard to look you in the eye as he sinks down on your cock, and you in turn find it incredibly amusing. “Not so proud now, huh?”

You trail your index finger along the vein running up his cock, and he bucks forward, jolting the dildo inside him and making him moan out. “Ride me, kitty.”

He starts moving, his actions unsure as this was a whole new experience for him, but he was determined to be good for you, his eyebrows scrunching up as his movements get more resolute.

“That’s it, good kitty.” You massage his thighs, encouraging him to increase his pace. “My kitty.”  

A loud moan slips past his gag at your words and a big drop of precum oozes from his slit.

“Oh you like that? So now you’re not too good to be called mine?” You sneer at him, reminding him of how he would hiss and scratch at you whenever you tried to scent him before, even as his body was burning up in need for you.

Taking his gag off, you don’t bother to wipe up the drool that was all over his chin as you ask, “Tell me, pretty, do you want to be mine?”

He flushes and his little paws clench tightly as he bounces on your cock and whines, embarrassed, “B-baby…”

“Baby? I guess I’m getting more than I bargained for with you.” You chuckle, making him pout and stop.

“Did I say you can stop?” You smack his ass and push at his hips to get him to start moving again. “And I didn’t say I don’t like it. Come on, say it again. Who am I?”

“M-my baby.” He squeaks as he keeps fucking himself on the dildo. His cock grabs your attention as it twitches, and you wrap a hand around it to jerk him off.  “Hmm, I like the sound of that. Are you going to be a good kitty for me from now on?”

“Yes!” He cries out hoarsely, “just...please.”

“What do you want, pretty?”

“W-want...ah...t-to cum.”

“Do it then.” You still your hand, indicating for him to start fucking it. It’s hard to keep his balance when his hands were tied up but he tries his best, sitting up so he can thrust his slick cock into your closed fist.

“Ah, fuck, baby… yeah, yeah, yeah, please. Please!” He pants, mouth hanging open in ecstasy.

To help him out, you start bucking your hips up, fucking his ass from underneath while he focuses on trying to get himself off in your hand. “Come on, kitten, let it go, want you to paint my tits with your pretty cum.”

Obediently, he shoots his load across your chest, and you marvel at how much cum there is when he has already ejaculated once.

“Look how much came out. Such a good boy.” You praise, gently stroking him through his high to get every last bit of cum out, but you don’t overstimulate him this time, stopping when his orgasm passes.

“Baby,” He calls out hesitantly, struggling to hold himself up. “Did I do a good job?”

You smile up at him, caressing his tummy with sticky hands but neither of you cares. “The best, kitten.”

The smile he gives you in response is bright and happy, and you vow to yourself that, from now on, you’d make sure to do all you can to see everyday.

Minho shakily gets off you and, to your surprise, instead of flopping down on the bed next to you, his hands slip to your hips to remove the didlo from the harness so he can have easy access to your heat which he presses his face into right away.  

“Minho, what are you doing?”

“I’ve been so mean to you. I want to make it up to you.” He murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your heat.

Brushing his hair softly, you sigh, “Ok.”

He parts your lips lightly with his fingers and lays kisses up your slit until he reaches your clit, swirling his tongue around it  before pulling it back into his mouth so he can have a taste. You guess he likes it, if the appreciative moan he lets out is any indication, or the way he quickly dives back in.

This time, he licks long stripes up and down your pussy, using the back of his tongue instead of just the tip, and you grab onto his hair and moan out, “Your mouth feels so good, pretty.”

His eyes smile at you before he puts his lips around your clit and sucks hard, the sharp pleasure that produces catches you off guard. Minho alternates between sucking on your clit and rubbing his tongue up and down, and left and right over it, the alternating movement causing your high to build up fast and he feels it. Pressing his face as tight to your pussy as possible, he rubs it against you as his mouth sucks on every part it could latch on. As your orgasm builds, you use the grip you have on his hair to hold his head still so your can grind your pussy against his face, and Minho just sticks his tongue out for you and lets you fuck his mouth, humming happily at the moans and praises that were spilling out of your own mouth.

“You’re so good, kitty, such a good boy for me.” You cry out, your fingers tugging harshly on his hair but he doesn’t even notice. All he could focus on was the swell of pride in his chest at the pleasure he was bringing you, helping him shed the final remnants of his ego that had deprived him of such satisfaction before.

“Right there, ah, fuck!” You groan, cumming on his tongue, and he puts his hands to your hips to keep you in place as you shiver and shake underneath him.

Finally letting go of the death grip you have on his hair, you pull him up to you and kiss him sweetly on the lips, your arms wrapping around his waist and stroking up and down his back. “Good job, pretty.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes, love.”

“Ok, then next time I want to fuck your pussy.” He replies cheekily, hand slithering between your bodies to prod at your dripping entrance.  

“Hm, maybe you need to be punished yet.”

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

[seokmins]

Don’t - JJK

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 of Physical

"Just be careful,” Yoongi cautioned. “Don’t get caught in something you don’t want to end up in.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaimed. “Our baby is growing up! He’s developing feelings - !”

【ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴮᵀˢ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴹᵃⁱⁿ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ】

💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Jeon Jungkook x Reader  📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Angst (?) 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: T 💬ⓌⒸ: 3k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Swear words? Suggestiveness? Gosh idk.

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I think this switches POV a few times, hope it’s not confusing 😅 I think [Y/N] is an interestingly shallow character hmmm 😆. I don’t really know names for dance moves bear with me. This is gonna lead to a series whee 🤭

“1... 2... 3. 1... 2... Oof!” A muffled curse and a hard thump sounded inside the supposed to be empty dance practice room. Jungkook frowned, it wasn’t uncommon to pass by someone as they left if they stayed a little longer through the half-hour time-slot between booking appointments. But to still hear angry counts and crashes fifteen minutes after his reserved time did not make him particularly thrilled. He hesitantly peeked his head in, the creak of the door drowned out by the on and off music now blasting as a girl once again counted out her steps.

[Y/N] came tumbling down, tripping over her two feet. Again. Sweat coated her entire body as she glared at her glistening forehead in the full-length mirror. She had tried numerous times over the past week to nail that footwork, but today was particularly rough. One more time her mind screamed even as her body ached.

“Is that the new choreo?” A gentle voice asked as she paused to reset the music back, causing her to yelp in shock. She broke out in a cold sweat as if she wasn’t already drenched enough. Primal fear coursed through her as she recognized just who was standing at the door, fit in his oversized hoodie, white baseball cap, and combat boots. Yes, Jeon flipping Jungkook in all his big-shot glory. She gulped.

“Hello.” [Y/N] bowed formally, cursing herself for looking like a bedraggled, wet rat. Of course, most people don’t look too swell during dance practice (unless they were BTS) and of course, it wasn’t as if she had never been in the same room, breathing the same air as Jungkook. After all, she shared the stage with him and the rest of the esteemed members. “Yes, I’ve been trying to perfect the footwork for next week. I’ve been practicing for... Oh my gosh - !”

Jungkook chuckled. It looked as if this was the first time she’d actually looked at the clock and he couldn’t help wonder just how long had she been here - and how long she planned to stay. “Ya know, this is the reason why there are bookings. Not just so everyone can get some practice in, but also so you don’t overwork yourself.” He hummed casually (in his angelic voice) and strode over to hand her a water bottle from his vast supply hidden in his duffel bag.

“I...Thank you.” [Y/N] murmured, grateful and shocked by his kind gesture. She’d save this water bottle forever. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cut into your practice, I totally lost track of time.” Hastily gulping some water, she made to gather her items and skedaddle out of there, but Jungkook cleared his throat, halting her.

“Hey, stay a while. You need to cool down and I need to warm up.” A chance to one-on-one cool down solely with the Jeon Jungkook. An opportunity of a lifetime. “You’re... [Y/N] right?”

[Y/N] blinked. He knew her name. “Y-yes. I’m, uh, Lee Minho’s little sister. Um, you prolly don’t remember him, he’s -”

“- a member of Stray Kids.” Jungkook interrupted, glancing a little sardonically at her as he stretched one arm over the other. “Yes, I recall, he was on the Wings tour?” [Y/N] blinked. “I can see the talent flows in the family then.”

“Uh, wow. Thanks. I’m not so sure about that. I’ve taken forever to learn these moves. Even though I helped come up with these moves, I can’t execute them perfectly yet.”

“Wait, you came up with these?”

“Oh, uh yeah - yes. I... talked with one of the choreographers and they loved my idea. I have to perfect it just right so I can be ready by the deadline or it’ll be disastrous for the comeback.” 

“That’s really impressive. Thank you. We appreciate your talent.” He said, smiling his signature bunny-tooth smile. [Y/N] blushed, even more so when she realized she had been wearing a sports bra. Having finally ‘cooled’ down, she grabbed her loose shirt and threw it back on. It didn’t help that she could feel Jungkook’s gaze on her, making her burn.

“It’s nothing, really. Um, it was nice talking to you. Really. I gotta go now. Sorry again for disturbing you.”

“No, it’s really not a problem at all.” He soothed. “Hey, maybe next time you book an appointment, let me know. Maybe we could chat more.” Jungkook waved his phone around, displaying the digital booking website for the dance practice room. “Huh, message me on KakaoTalk?” He offered.

“Oh, uh, ok. Uh yes definitely.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. That was a little presumptuous of me.” Warm redness rapidly spread up his neck to his cheeks. For the first time during their interaction, [Y/N] smiled at him.

“No, not at all.”

“Hoseok, you know that one girl who came up with the idea for our new choreo?” As casually as he could, the maknae questioned his hyung.

“Yeah, not very well, but she’s super talented from what I hear the dance team say. She leads a lot of the practices for the rest of the backup dancers to help them learn, almost like a professional teacher and choreographer.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” Jungkook admitted. [Y/N] hadn’t told him about that during their weekly meetings. Granted she didn’t talk much about herself in general.

“Well, it’s not that uncommon. While we try to get to know all of our staff, it’s impossible to get very close because of how often they rotate in and out.” Namjoon reassured him although the two other members of the maknae line grinned knowingly at their fellow member.

“I think Jungkookie here has a little crush on [Y/N]-ie.” Jimin teased as Taehyung voiced his agreement. Jungkook felt the red hot flush make its way up to his cheeks again. It seemed to be happening more and more these days.

“No, you’re wrong. I-... how do you even know her name?” He stuttered out.

“I may or may not have looked at your phone,” Jimin smirked. “As if we haven’t noticed you’ve been sneaking around doing a lot of dance practice when we haven’t even been told the final choreo.”

“I have to keep in shape, it’s better to get a taste of some part of it so it’s easier to learn the final version.”

“Uh-huh. That was actually a good excuse.” Seokjin laughed. “But you can’t fool us. You learn the choreography practically instantaneously... and you’ve never done that before for other comebacks.”

"Just be careful,” Yoongi cautioned. “Don’t get caught in something you don’t want to end up in.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaimed. “Our baby is growing up! He’s developing feelings - !”

“I’m just saying.” He shrugged.

“I’m not doing anything bad. I’m just making a new friend, besides ARMY is my one and only love.” Jungkook sulked. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.”

His leader rubbed a hand on the maknae’s slumped shoulders. “We just want you aware of the implications. Even if you’re ‘just friends’ as you said, rumors will fly if you’re close with anyone. We just don’t want a scandal. Especially not before the comeback.”

“I know. I promise nothing will happen.”

“Hey, I heard that there’s a fun dance practice that the backup dancers run` every week and she’s leading this week’s.” Hoseok, always the amicable sunshine brightened the atmosphere. “Why don’t we all go check it out?”

“Yay!” Taehyung cheered. “We can see who Kookie’s so fascinated on!”

“Stop! She’s just a friend!” The group laughed as he pouted.

♫ Adrenaline keeps on rushing in Love the simulation we're dreaming in   Don't you agree? Don't you agree? ♫

A step. A twirl. A side-step. Arms waving. A clap. Joy filled [Y/N]’s entire being - adrenaline high as she twirled along to the beat. Dua Lipa’s husky voice boomed through the packed room, stuffy from the people’s energies as they danced. The dancer grinned wide as she stood in the front of the mirror moving her heart out alongside her peers. Each one of them had practiced the random choreo she had thought up and today they were putting it all together.

♫ Hold on just a little tighter Come on Hold on, tell me if you're ready Come on Baby, keep on dancing Let's get physical ♫

She blinked. Even as fast as she moved, the choreo was rather simple in general - muscle memory at the least. Which is why she didn’t stumble when locking direct eye contact with a pair of brown doe eyes paired with a bunny smile. What... what was he doing here, let alone them?

Yes. All seven members squeezed themselves in the back area of the practice room. While it wasn’t too uncommon for Hoseok to pop in on his way home after a practice, throw some pointers, and leave with a bright smile, seeing the star group of Big Hit threw the whole room in for a loop. However, they were professional dancers. They kept dancing - albeit a little on edge, slightly losing their previous unlimited pep during the first half of the song.

“So... [Y/N]-ie is the beauty at the front?” Jimin asked both as loudly and quietly as he could with the loud music. He nudged Jungkook out of his deep catching-her-eye with the girl moving smoothly across the room, in lead and in control. Jungkook had never truly seen her in her natural element, seemingly always so tense.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I can see why Kookie’s so fixated on her.” Taehyung acknowledged, all seven boys focusing on her also, although she didn’t notice having lost Jungkook’s stare and instead concentrating on her moves. But she could feel his presence as intense as if it was just the two of them alone.

♫ Let's get physical Physical Let's get physical Come on, phy-phy-phy-physical ♫ 

Cheers erupted as the last notes of the song faded, all rushing to give their input on each other’s moves and the choreo - and the choreographer herself. Even Hoseok went to join the masses, caught up in the excitement. Jungkook contemplated if he should join Hoseok or the others as they snuck out the door, offering praise to those they passed so as not to seem standoffish. Unsure, he chose to awkwardly linger by the door as everyone slowly filtered out. Hoseok winked at his maknae as he passed, raising his eyebrows quickly towards [Y/N]’s direction. She as well seemed to be keeping herself busy after her colleagues said goodbye almost sensing Jungkook’s hesitation to leave.

“Hey. What brought you here?”

“Hobi mentioned something about a weekly dance practice.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Wow, it was great seeing you dance.” Normally their meetups consisted of a few conversations while [Y/N] cooled down and Jungkook warmed up - quite similar to their first meeting. However, last week he encouraged her to stay and watch as he danced, yet still, knew very basic information about her and wondered if maybe he was being bothersome. Perhaps she was just entertaining him, too nice or even scared of what he might do lest she say she didn’t want to hang out with him.

“Thank you.” 

“I really liked that song, it had a great beat.”

“That was the English version. Did you know Hwasa was featured in another version?”

“No way, she’s a great vocalist.”

“She really is.” [Y/N] hummed. “Here, I can play it for you.” She turned to her phone and pulled up the song.

♫ Although we eye each other You know I’ve read your feeling Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree? ♫

“How’s the choreo for the comeback coming?”

“It’s almost there. I should have it nailed by this week.”

“I can’t wait to see the finalized result.”

Sneak peeks while [Y/N] finished up her final minutes before he announced his presence lent Jungkook a good idea of what their final concept would be. To say he was excited was an understatement. She had true talent and an insightful eye.

♫ You try to hide your feelings You don’t have time just wasting time Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree? ♫

Jungkook swallowed. Internally, he wondered if he was gonna start screaming as he listened to Hwasa’s silkiness as she voiced the lyrics. [Y/N] smiled, motioning to him. “C’mon, do you want to dance?”

♫ Who needs to go to sleep, when I’ve got you next to me? ♫ 

Pass up an opportunity to dance her? As if. With a shy grin, he accepted the challenge. This might be the first time she’d become so carefree with him and he wasn’t about to lose.

♫ Night is passing There’s no point in hiding it So come on, come on, come on Let’s get physical ♫

Regardless of the girl dancing side-by-side to him, both trying to mimic each other’s moves so they were in sync, Jungkook enjoyed dancing. He even enjoyed dancing with other people, such as his hyungs and fellow Kpop groups. But maybe he enjoyed this just a little more.

♫ Close the door of this room Just us together in this space So come on, come on, come on Let’s get physical ♫ 

If only it was just that making his heart pound. Jungkook had been around girls before. While he shied away most times, not a single one of those interactions had made him feel like this. [Y/N] put him at ease even before he officially met her. Even dancing didn’t make him feel like this. Blood and adrenaline pumped through his veins and he turned to look right into [Y/N]’s eyes. Both dancers held each other’s gaze that asked the same question - “What are you feeling right now?” The raven-haired man licked his lips nervously, stalling his movements.

“I -. Do you...?” Gosh, he felt ridiculous. But there was no denying the undercurrent, despite their hesitation, that ran between the two.

“Do I...?”

“Do you, uh, find me attractive?” Jungkook almost regretted the words as soon as they came out.

“Gosh, Jungkook. What kind of question is that?” [Y/N] laughed as he blushed profusely. “If you don’t believe the hundred thousands of ARMYs that sing your praises, I don’t know what can convince you if not that.”

He mumbled something she couldn’t catch.

“Hm?”

Brown doe eyes met hers, shyly. “You telling me what you think.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widened as she gulped. “Well. I - just proved there’s no way you’re not attractive.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He turned away from her, thinking about leaving but she cleared her throat.

“Of course I find you attractive. I mean, you’re Jeon Jungkook, Golden Maknae of BTS. I mean... it’s almost intimidating and unfair how good looking you are. And you’re nice, talented, and sweet.” Gasping more than she would be from dancing, [Y/N] shakily met him eye to eye.

♫ All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice  ♫

With an unknown surge of confidence blazing through him, Jungkook latched his lips onto hers. Nerves flooded him, yet were soothed as she eagerly met his tender, yet fervent kisses. Grinning lazily as they separated for breath, he led her out of the dance practice room and they stumbled through the empty halls of the Big Hit studios to outside. The moon lit their path as [Y/N] led him to a hotel, flashing her card at the receptionist as Jungkook kissed her neck. He remained attached to her as she swiped her card into the hotel room and before he knew it they tumbled together into the crisp sheets of a bed.

“Is this what you want?” [Y/N] asked, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks as he hovered above her. 

“Yes.” Jungkook breathed, ecstasy lacing his whisper. “Is this what you want.”

She answered him with a kiss.

♫ So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical ♫ 

Jungkook groaned as he awoke to not the sun shining through his windows, but the sound of his phone vibrating. Again and again. Blinking blearily, he grabbed it and answered the call.

“Hello?” He grumbled - voice raw, body sore, and not fully awake. 

“Jungkook.” Came the stern voice of Namjoon over the phone. “Where are you?”

“I’m -” The maknae shook himself awake, glancing around, panic filling him. The silence rang awfully loud through the small hotel bedroom. Except for Namjoon’s voice calling him back to attention.

“Jungkook?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m in a hotel. I passed out.”

Namjoon was silent. “I suggest you check your messages. I’ll see you back at the dorm. Try not to get caught again.”

In the quiet of her dorm, [Y/N]’s face was illuminated by the light of her phone screen as she hastily dialed a number. Not even two rings in, the person answered.

“’ Sup, Ugly?” A familiar snide, male voice greeted.

“Is that how you answer your phone now?” She huffed.

He let out a sleepy laugh. “Only how a certain someone looks when she calls me at this hour.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

A pause. [Y/N] knew there was no point beating around the bush and got straight to the point. “I want to take you up on that offer you extended to me.”

That got his attention. It’d been several years since they last talked about the subject and what it entailed - never touching upon it again after the argument that broke out. That was the only reason he knew what she was referring to. If he wasn’t awake before, he was now.   “... Are you sure? I thought -”

“Yes. I thought there were no questions asked.”

The man on the other line hesitated. “What happened?”

“Didn’t I just say?”

“But -”

“Look,” [Y/N] interrupted. “Forget it, I-”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. Come over. But promise we’ll talk. In person, okay?”

“In person.” She agreed. “Thank you.”

“See you soon, then?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Breaking!  Dispatch has reported that Jeon Jungkook of BTS was seen entering a hotel with an unknown woman late last night. Big Hit has yet to comment on the situation.

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Physical - by Dua Lipa / Physical by Dua Lipa ft. Hwasa & Lyric videos ➡️ links will be given under the series’ masterlist. 

Hehehe another song might be added too 😉

I finished writing this at 2 am. It’s rough. I know this moved fast but O well. If anyone reads this, let me know if they want tagged in Part 2!

ezralia-writes June 2020: ♫ Physical: Don’t - Part 1 © 

[stanskzseungmin]

LMH ~ Date With Death

gif by: @loeyxluv​

NonIdol! AU

Lee Know | Lee Minho x Reader x Platonic! Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: Angst, Crack, Tiny bit of fluff if you squint

Trigger Warnings: Somewhat graphic descriptions of death

Word Count: 4598

A/N: #NotProofread #WeDyingLikeMEN

A/N: For my love, @okayseungmin​ because I know how much she loves #WeDyingLikeMEN fics, I love you so much, I hope you’re well, I miss you so much <3

~

Dancing was always your passion. For as long as you remembered, you enjoying moving your body to rhythm of songs. The way you felt when the music flowed through your body was exhilarating. You hummed to yourself, nodding softly to the beat of the bassline reverberating through your ear drums from your earbuds. 

It is in the late hours of the afternoon and you were dancing on stage in the empty auditorium. It became a habit of yours to come by afterschool to just dance. Little did you know, you had an admirer from afar.

You jumped a bit on the spot feeling the stage floor colliding with the balls of your feet relaxing your muscles and loosening your legs. The old stage creaked and moaned under your warmups.  Heavy edm and bass were vibrating in your ears. You were in a mood for a more arduous routine. Once your joints and limbs were loosened up, you went at it. Fast and precise movements, intricate and hard hitting footwork, even some acrobatics. The worn wood of the stage struggled to hold itself together after years of use. After a heavy landing, the wood frame and support finally snapped and splintered under the impact. Instinctively, you let out a scream when you felt your foot and ankle become swallowed by the floor and feeling yourself collapsing through the weak wood. You hit your head in the process as you land flat on your back under the stage. You let out a loud groan of pain as you felt your limbs burn and throb from the impact.

"Wow, that was a nasty spill," a male voice chuckled out.

You jolted in surprise from the sudden voice. The action sent you groaning in pain. You felt your head sting and throb from where it impacted with the stage. 

"Did it hurt?" the man smiled with a gummy smile.

You cracked an eye open to meet the dark haired man before you. He smiled at you wholeheartedly as he sat there cross legged.

Your head throbbed in protest as you press a palm to the forming bump.

"Noooooo," you responded sarcastically. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I meant when you fell from heaven?" The male smirked.

"Very funny," you huffed. "Who the fuck are you? And why are you sitting beneath the stage? Are you a troll?"

"I prefer a being from the upside down."

"Nerd," you huffed. 

"I'm Lee Know. Now," he paused, perking up a bit and pulled his crossed legs closer to him with his hands. "I gave you something of mine, now you have to do the same in return."

"You're not getting my name that easily," you stood up slowly and dusted yourself off. 

"How about you give me your heart?" He smiled. The smile he gave was genuine with no signs of ill intent or mischievousness. Even so, you can't help but deadpan at the male.

"I don't even know who you are," you pulled yourself out of the hole and hoisted yourself back up on the stage.

Men.

~

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Lee Know smiled fondly at you.

"Again, Lee Know? How was the crawl up from hell? Because you are insufferable," you grimaced, walking away.

Lee Know smirked at your turned back and he followed close behind joining you at your side. 

"What do you want?" you rolled your eyes at the man.

"Just wanna talk," he grinned.

You scoffed in response.

"Do you like raisins?"

You stopped in place and faced him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

"What kind of question is that? That isn't someone you would ask for small talk."

Lee Know shrugged. "Guess raisins isn't really your style. How about a date?"

"Oh. My. God!" you exclaimed annoyed. "I can't believe you."

"Ok ok, I'm sorry," Lee Know laughed, his eyes crinkled from his large smile. "On a more serious note though. My phone's being a spaz lately. Can you check it out?"

Lee Know rummaged through his pant pockets to pull out the mobile device and handed it to you.

"I guess, what's your problem?" you examined the phone front and back. It didn't look to be too too damage save the one long thin crack that traveled from the bottom left corner to the top right corner. It didn't look to be too serious where it affected the screen. His lock screen display of 3 cats also proved the screen was functioning perfectly fine. You couldn't help but crack a smile at the adorable furry displays.

"I think it's broken because it doesn't have your number."

You dropped Lee Know's phone on the spot without hesitation.

~

"Dude, check out this new shirt I got. It was on a nice hot sale of like 5 bucks," Lee Know laughed.

"Nice," you replied monotonously without sparing him a glance.

Now a days, you've been spending more time with Lee Know. It turns out that the empty auditorium was both your escape from the stress of life and school. You would mind your own business dancing with earbuds in and Lee Know would sit in one of the many rows of seats, lounging his feet on the seat in front of him and typing away at his phone.

"Dude, seriously check out the material. I had really low expectations due to the price."

"What is it made out of?" you asked, taking a bite out of your apple.

Lee Know set aside the lunch tray to give you a clearer view of his shirt. He looked down with a slight pout as he pulled at the material. He let out a stifled laughed as he looked up to you.

"Boyfriend material," he grinned, obviously proud of his pick up line.

"Ah, I see," you paused momentarily. "Clingy and annoying to deal with."

"Have you started on your computer science project yet?" Lee Know asked, taking a bite out of his macaroni and cheese, totally ignoring your remark.

"Not yet, I was going to do it tomorrow."

"It's due the day after." Lee Know frowned, crossing his arms.

"Procrastination at its finest," you shrugged.

"You want to work on it today at the library then? Like after lunch?" Lee Know offered.

"Yeah, sure. Because I know I'm not going to do it when I get home. Hopefully a computer would be free."

"You could rent out a laptop," Lee Know informed.

"You could do that?"

"Yeah, you just need your library card."

"Oh, dang. I don't have mine on me," you sighed, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I have mine. Thank god I do, because I need it to check you out."

"You're seriously annoying, you know that right?" you spat, glaring at him.

"But you love me," he hummed, smirking at you and rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he leaned forward to look deep into your eyes.

"As if. What do you want, so you can shut up," you grumbled.

"A date. Just one. That's all I ask for," Lee Know looked at you with pleading eyes.

You let out a dry chuckle.

"As if. I wouldn't go out with you unless you were the last person on Earth," you glared at him. You grabbed your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder and grabbing your lunch tray before turning to leave.

Lee Know gazed at your turned back with a prominent frown on his face. His eyes held a deep sadness and a familiar clenching pain bubbled within his chest.

You sighed to yourself. You almost felt bad rejecting him in that manner in the canteen in front of other people who probably witnessed your outburst. You weren't entirely opposed to the idea of going out on a date with him to get to know him better. Something about him was alluring. Maybe it was his perfectly styled black hair and parted bangs. Maybe it was his cat like features and a feline like gummy smile. Maybe it was the sound of his laughter and the sight of him doubling over in laughter as his eyes squinted shut and tear up.

Not only that, Lee Know was actually pleasant to talk to when he didn't use bad pick up lines every other sentence. You found out that you both share the same interest and passion for dance. Like you, he had been dancing ever since he could walk. You enjoyed the random freestyle dances you both would do almost everyday. You were impressed at his skill. Never would you have thought he would be a dancer as well.

If only he wasn't so damn annoying with his pick up lines.

A car pulled up in front of you and rolled down the passenger side window. Within revealed a casual dressed man with dark locks looking at you questioningly. 

"Uber for Y/N?" the dark hair male asked from the driver seat.

"Yea, thanks," you smiled politely.

The male smiled softly in return and briefly stepped out. He did a light jog to your side and opened the door for you in the back and gestured for you in.

"Thank you," you bowed your head in thanks, stepping into the car.

"This address, correct?" the male showed you the display on his phone after he returned back to the driver's seat to double check that the address you inputted in your request was correct.

"Yes, that's correct," he nodded in response and started heading towards your desired destination.

"Thank you so much," you stated stepping out of the car and gathering your material.

"No problem, if you ever need a lift, feel free to call again," the man smiled.

Pulling out your earbuds and inserting them into your ear, you played a random song from your playlist. Suddenly, you heard loud tire screeching and honking. You let out a sudden yelp when the loud familiar sound of impact ripped out through the air. With your heart hammering in your chest, you whipped around. The sight before you were two cars that were totaled, one of which was your Uber driver's with the driver side of the car extremely indented in. You could see faint trails of red seeping out of the impact. The other car who had ran the red light had the front of the car done in. The driver of the car was slumped over the wheel. It appeared the airbag hadn't gone off so his head was split open and bleeding. His dull dead eyes seemed to be staring at you as you let out a loud scream.

Suddenly, you were pulled into someone's arms as they turned you away from the sight and clamping a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh, don't look. Don't look," Lee Know's comforting voice whispered into your ear. He pulled you closer to his chest as you heaved and sobbed. The last thing you heard was Lee Know dialing the authorities to report a car crash before you were lost within your sobs.

~

With a protective arm around your shoulder, Lee Know led you into a cafe that was quite a bit from the crash. You were still sobbing and shaking in his arms. He held you up as your knees occasionally buckled and your legs gave out. 

"Move," a gruff voice rang out as he shoved your shaken form into Lee Know.

"Hey, asshole! Watch where you're going!" Lee Know spat at the man. The man turned revealing him to be none other than Han Jisung with a scowl in his face. He and two other practically ruled the school. They were called 3RACHA, they were practically untouchable and every lady wants them and every men want to be them.

"Then don't stand there," Jisung mockingly remarked and waltzed into the cafe without another care in the world.

"Asshole," Lee Know grumbled under his breath watching the jock head into the hallways leading to the back.

Lee Know fished out his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills and placed them into your shaking hands.

"Buy yourself some hot chocolate, ok? Find a seat for the both of us too. I need to use the restroom real quick," he said in a soft voice.

You sniffled and nodded slowly. You watched Lee Know for a bit as he walked off to the back towards the hallway with a hanging sign labelled restrooms.

"Hey, welcome to Yellow Woods… cafe. Y/N?" the sound of the barista's voice saying your name made you jump for a bit. You turned to him and it was Hwang Hyunjin, himself. He was your dance partner for your dance classes every other day, but worked part time as a barista after school. He mentioned he worked part time after school a few times when you tried to set up a convenient time for you both to practice your dance routine or just to dance in general, but he never really said what his job was.

"Are you alright?!" Hyunjin ran around the counter to hold you steady by the shoulders. "Y/N talk to me, you're pale as a sheet and you're shaking so much."

"I'm not… I'm not ready to talk about it," you whispered out, your voice betraying you. The image of the impact and the two dead drivers were still fresh in your mind. You couldn't help but feel that, if you decided to go straight home, you would've in that crash as well. You could've possibly died. Your eyes welled up at the scary thought. You always feared death, so you lived life to the fullest.

"Ok… ok…" he spoke out softly and slowly to not overwhelm you. "You know, you can talk to me whenever you feel ready."

You nodded softly.

"Do you need anything?"

"Just… two hot chocolates…" you whispered out and you held out the bills Lee Know handed you with shaky hands.

Hyunjin gently clasped your shaky hands in between his much larger ones. 

"No need. It's on the house. It's the least I could do," Hyunjin smiled softly, prompting you to smile back.

"Uhh," Lee Know's voice rang out through the air. He gazed at both your clasped hands as you smiled at each other in close proximity with an unreadable expression.

Hyunjin quickly released your hands and turned to him.

"Hello, you both can choose anywhere you like," Hyunjin stood to the side and gestured to the empty seats with an arm outstretched. "Your drinks will be ready in a minute."

Lee Know nodded and led you to a corner seat under the sun's rays. You sighed in content feeling the warmth of the sun.

"You alright?" He asked softly.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded.

"Here are your drinks," Hyunjin came over with two mugs of hot chocolate, each dolloped with a neat swirl of whipped cream. He gently set the mug in front of you both and pulled out a couple of napkins from his apron and setting it before you both.

You both thanked him as he walked away.

"So… who was that?" Lee Know didn't want to intrude or sound imposing, but he believed it was a better option to get your mind off of things with small talk.

"He's Hyunjin, my dance partner in class," you spoke, cupping the mug in your hands feeling the warmth spreading to your fingertips. "We're not that close, but he's a nice person with a big heart. We tried to get together and dance for the hell of it afterschool, but he's always busy with his job."

"I see, we could dance together if you want?" Lee Know offered with a small smile.

You let out a small huff after taking a small sip of your beverage. "You seemed perfectly fine being occupied by your phone every time we're there."

"I was typing out a paper about the finer things in life. You know because I don't procrastinate like you," Lee Know chuckled.

You shook your head at his attack.

"I was wondering if I could interview you," Lee Know grinned. 

"Oh my gooodddd, stop," you whined.

Lee Know smiled at you fondly. He couldn't help but find your whine absolutely adorable. You both spent the rest of the time chatting away the rest of the afternoon with small talk and many many bad pickup lines. Lee Know helped get your mind off of the gruesome accident. The sun began to set behind the horizon. The fading light dyed the skies and clouds a brilliant mix of red and orange as the birds began to settle for the day.

Taking that as a cue to leave, Lee Know spoke up. "It's getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes, please," you whispered.

Lee Know nodded as you both stood up with the empty mugs in your hands as you headed to Hyunjin at the front counter.

"You didn't have to bring it up," Hyunjin spoke out, taking the mugs in his hands.

"It's alright. We don't mind," you whispered out. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"I'll see you tomorrow," Hyunjin stood up to hug you over the counter. Hyunjin turned away with the mugs in his hands to place them in the sink. When he did, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him and he suddenly became very dizzy. His legs stumbled a bit as he dropped one of the mugs, the glass shattering on the tiled floor. His other hand flew to the counter to catch his balance.

"H-hyunjin!" you called out grasping his arm gently.

Hyunjin blinked rapidly and shook his head lightly to get rid of the dizziness. He turned to you and let out a lighthearted laugh.

"Whew. Stood up too quickly and got dizzy," he laughed, turning away and placing the other mug in the sink and grabbing a broom to broom away the broken pieces of glass.

"Are you ok?" you asked. 

"Yea, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Hyunjin smiled warmly and turned his attention back to brooming away the broken glass.

Once Lee Know and you were gone and after he heard the bell on the door ringing as you left, Hyunjin frowned. Hyunjin let out a whine of pain. His hand flew to his hammering chest. The pain felt unbearable. His lungs and heart felt constricted as if his rib cage was contracting and squeezing him from the inside through and through. He let out a shaky gasp as he reached for the counter trying to catch his breath. His legs gave out sending him forward into the counter and ultimately falling to the floor. His flail arms sending most of the items on the counter top to the floor as well. Hyunjin convulced and shook on the floor, his eyes rolled to the back of the head as drool came out of his lips before falling limp with his mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Coincidentally in a similar position, in back restroom in one of the stalls was Han Jisung. From the outside, you could see his spread legs and a hanging arm, but within, Jisung shared a similar fate. He was slumped over the toilet with his head thrown back. His eyes were wide open with his pupils rolled fully to the back of his head and his mouth was slightly gaped open.

The police couldn't detect any foul play. No sort of abnormal physical trauma, so strangulation wasn't an option. A clean tox screen so poison wasn't an option. The two males were perfectly healthy. Neither of them drank or did drugs or have any pre existing illnesses. They just… died.

Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung weren't unique cases. Several other people died in the same manner. There were no correlation or causation; several people were dying out of the blue with no connection to one another yet it all seem to gravitate closer and closer to home.

"Are you tired?" Lee Know asked with a protective arm around your shoulders.

"A little bit," you whispered.

"You must be exhausted, because you've been running in my mind all day," Lee Know laughed.

"Stooop," you whined. "You're so annoying."

You both let out a gasp once you've turned the corner on your block. Outside your house, more specifically your neighbor's house, were several emergency vehicles parked in front with some spillage over onto your front lawn. 

"Wh-what happened?" you breathed out, running out of his arms towards your parents who were standing outside the barricade. Lee Know followed close behind. 

"Hi, sweetie," your mom hugged you. 

"Poor thing, the elderly couple have sadly passed away," your dad started. "They were pronounced dead on arrival."

"Are you alright? Who is this?" your mom asked.

"He's a friend. This is Lee-"

"Hello, I'm Lee Minho," he bowed politely introducing himself.

"Min-Minho?" you mouthed at him. He gave you a look that said to not say anything.

"He walked me home," you looked back at your mom.

"Thank you so much. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I don't want to intrude," Lee Know bowed apologetically.

"Nonsense, it's the least we could do for walking our child home," your dad butt in.

You both awkwardly chuckled looking at each other.

"So, what do you do, Minho?" your dad asked.

"Oh, I, uhh, I dance," Minho sputtered.

You chuckled inwardly seeing the change of personality. When Lee Know was with you, he was outgoing and confident. Lee Know now was so meek and quiet and looked ready to crap himself.

"Oh, so do you dance with Y/N, then?" your mom asked.

"Uhh, at times," Minho chuckled awkwardly. 

"Yea, we do. We freestyle sometimes in the auditorium afterschool," you added on, saving Minho. 

"Are you courting Y/N, Minho?" your dad asked causing you both to choke on your drinks. 

The awkward silence [by Stray Kids] that followed weighed in the atmosphere. The only noise that could be heard was the clattering of the utensils across the plates and the TV in the corner of the kitchen playing the daily local news.

"... two found dead at Yellow Wood Cafe, adding onto the string of recent abnormal deaths," the newscaster stated in a neutral professional tone.

You turned your attention to the small screen in the corner that displayed the smug face of Han Jisung and the soft smiling face of Hwang Hyunjin.

"Oh my god," your hands flew to cover your gaping mouth as your face contorted and weeped. "Oh my god, Hyunjin, why?"

Hyunjin was fine when you last saw him. He was smiling and laughing just hours before save the strange dizzy spell he told you not to worry about. 

"Dear? Are you ok?" your mom quickly stood from her seat. The chair leaned back and clattered against the tiled floor.

"Dad?" you called out in earnest.

Your father heaved. He stood up and slouched over coughing profusely. Parts of his dinner was caught in his throat. He hacked and choked trying to get the food item out but to no avail. His hands flew up to his throat as he clawed and scratched at the flesh there.

"Minho, call the ambulance!" your mom ordered in a panic.

Minho quickly ran to his backpack in the corner and began rummaging through his backpack.

"Lee Know!" you nagged him.

"I'm looking for it, I can't find my phone!" Lee Know stumbled over his words as he rummages through his backpack even more. 

"M-mom!" you reached out.

Suddenly your mother fell to her knees as well. Her hands flew to her chest as tears ran down her cheeks. She gasped and wheezed as well. Sooner than later, both of your parents were on the ground gasping and wheezing for air.

"LEE KNOW!"

"I'M LOOKING!"

You turned back to your parents. "Mom, dad! Stay with me!"

Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to keep yourself together. You felt your world falling apart when your father fell flat on his back, his arms falling limp at his sides as he let out a final weak breath and his eyes went dark. Your mom began convulsing and shaking. Her eyes were fully rolled to the back of her head exposing the whites of her eyes as drool dribbled down her chin. Soon, all that was left of your mom was light tremors. Mainly from her nerves, but she herself has passed on.

"No!" you wailed grabbing at your mom's shoulders and alternating between her and your dad, trying to shake them awake.

"Lee Know!" you sobbed.

Lee Know stepped within your vision. His feet came into view by your parents' heads. You looked up to him begging for him to help in anyway. You gasp looking at his blank expression. Within a hand was his backpack and with the other hand, he pulled out his mobile device.

"W-wait, so… you knew where your phone was the entire time?" you sobbed, feeling betrayed.

"Yes," he responded. His voice was unlike all the other times. His voice usually was soft, yet headstrong and passionate but lighthearted and pleasing to the ear. Now, it was as if darkness was dripping from his voice. His tone was monotone, almost cruel and cold.

"W-why?" you sobbed.

Lee Know simply released the items in his possessions, dropping it to the floor with a light clatter.

"I only did the terms you set," he smirked menacingly.

"W-what?" 

Letting out a light chuckle, Lee Know fixed his gaze on you; he tilted his head mischievously as you saw a glowing red iris peeking through his dark fringe making eye contact with your wide ones. A dark mist began flowing from the sleeves of his hoodie and his jeans. The dark fog surrounded his body and seemed to condense and come together to something similar to distressed fabric. The dark black fabric draped over his body loosely as a hood formed around his head. His menacing red eyes stared you down as the flesh of his face seemed to dissipate into fog exposing bits of bone underneath. Finally, within his hands, a long dark scythe appeared. The blade was rounded and curved made with what appeared to be a fine silver with the hilt delicate curved.

"W-what are you?" you sobbed out, crawling away from him. Fear wracked your body as your heart hammered in your chest.

"Me?" Lee Know chuckled. "I'm the grim reaper."

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"You already know why," he let out a sultry chuckle.

You let out a loud gasp. Your eyes widen as you felt your heart skipped a beat. The entire world seemed to weigh down on you and you found it difficult to move a single limb.

"I'd always admired you from afar. I was always nearby anticipating your impending death, but watching you on that stage reminded me of… me. You reminded me of the days where I danced on stage, before I died… from the accident," Lee Know paused, as if he was grieving over his lost life. "You would've died as well, you should have died if it weren't for my interference. When you fell, your head came into contact with one of the supporting beams, breaking your neck, but I saved you."

You finally realized upon looking at his sickly smile.

"Now, I did this favor of saving your from death. It is only fair if I get what I want, yes?"

"I wouldn't go out with you unless you were the last person on Earth."

[winfic]

Little small things in life #4 - The one whit Danny DeVito

Pairing: OC x Song Minho Genre: Fluff Word Count: 779 It has been one of those rare nights where she had convinced him to stop working and spend some quality time watching movies and drinking wine. Both bodies occupying the couch that was their cat’s property by divine right, or so does she think that Jhonny would tell them if she could speak. She was content with having him stolen for a little while. He was playing with her fingers, and she noticed Mino’s attention was elsewhere. “What are you thinking?” She asked, turning to look at him. “What would you do if I told you that I am pregnant?” He blurted with the utmost serious face. She surely loved him, she knew he was strange…but not THAT strange. “I am not drunk enough for this conversation” She finally said, more to herself than to anyone else. “No, no, but seriously” He whined. “Like that Danny De Vito and the guy from Rocky movie?” She tried to remember. “It is not the guy from Rocky” “Yeah, yeah, but like that?” “Maybe?” and she couldn’t understand how the most ridiculous guy can look so cute. “Well, if the baby is mine don’t worry. I will take full responsibility and even marry you” and that sentence made his eyes sparkle, sign that he was drunk. Drunk enough to not realize that he was spooning her and made a harsh movement to get up and push her out of the couch in the process. Oh, and she knew well how hard the coffee table was to give it a full hit with her head. Mino did too, and it was the loud thud that made him sober up in a second.

He climbed out of the couch to hug her and ask her for forgiveness while kissing her head. She was laughing, there was no other thing to do and the alcohol in her system was preventing the pain. “Too much fun for tonight, let’s go to sleep. Ok?” She said after kissing and assure her boyfriend that all was good, she still loved him, and she was not going to break up and live with the cat. The next day she went to work feeling light-headed. She had to remind herself that she was not in her 20s, she had to stop drinking on working nights. She suspected something was wrong when the smell of flowers started to make her nauseous, that had never happened in the many years she worked as a florist. She was sure when the only things that calmed her nausea were pickles and peanut butter. The only way to be 100 percent sure was to go to the hospital, so she convinced Mino that she was going to get the bruise on her head checked, she complained about migraines in the last days, reason why he believed her. She was a nervous wreck while explaining her symptoms and suspicious, thankfully the nurse was patient and helped to be more comfortable with the procedures. But as soon as the women left her mind went ballistics over all the possible scenarios. Scenario # 1: A Bad One

“Hey, Mino guess what!” “What?”

“I am pregnant” “Bye” Scenario #2: A Really Bad One “Hey, Mino guess what!” “What?” “I am pregnant” “How could you do this to me?! My career is just starting now that I left my old producer job! You ruined all my chances” Ok… maybe she should change the first approach and take a long walk home. As soon as she opened the door Mino went running to her. “You know what time is it? It is night already. Oh my god, I was so worried” He said while hugging. The only logical response in her state was starting to cry. Bad choice if you want to calm down a big guy that now is looking like crying too. They sat on the couch, while he pats her back while she calmed down. “What would you do if I told you that I am pregnant?” was the first thing that came to her as soon as she could speak again. To be fare a different first-line than the one in her scenarios. He couldn’t contain his smile and started laughing. “You? For real?” “For real” while her heart hit her rib cage at the pace of a hummingbird. “Well, if the baby is mine don’t worry. I will take full responsibility and even marry you” Mino said while taking his hand from her back and into her stomach. “That is why you were crying?” She only nodded and set her hand over his. “Jhonny look! You are going to be a big sister now!”

[hyucksoftie]

alone | jisung

genre: fluff & angst

words: 2.7k+

requested: yes

desc: you've been alone your whole life, but that changes when han jisung starts talking to you. maybe having company isn't so bad?

a/n: i hope everyone had a good christmas! here's a late xmas gift 💗

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It was a Friday when Han Jisung first started to talk to you. The period you had was lunch.

Per usual, you sit alone during lunch. Music plays into your ears, earbuds in and volume loud to distract yourself from everyone else. That's when a green tray came into your line of sight, slamming against the table. You look up and stare into Jisung's warm brown eyes, a smile on his face. "Hey, you don't mind if I sit here, right?"

Quite frankly, you did mind. You were alone for most of your life, it wasn't long before you started liking it that way. But Jisung took your silence as approval and sat down across from you. "You're Y/N, right?"

You only offer him a nod, biting into your turkey sandwich. "I'm Jisung." You nod again and continue to ignore him.

"Where are your friends? Late?" You almost let out a laugh. How did Han Jisung know your name, but not the fact that you had no friends at all?

Wiping your mouth, you softly chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, the sound made Jisung's heart flip. "I have no friends." He frowns. "Oh...so you just sit alone?" His eyes were filled with pity, maybe a little bit of guilt. You saw it, but chose to ignore it. "Yup."

"Well, routines die, Y/N. Consider me your new friend." With that, Jisung smiles at you and begins stuffing his face with fries. You should be happy, happy someone wanted to be around you and consider themselves your friend; but you weren't. You were annoyed.

You liked being alone. Why talk with anyone when they'll eventually turn their back on you? You've learned your lesson.

But you chose not to say anything. Jisung's friends didn't seem to be around, and he probably didn't like being alone like you did so you let him stay. You promised yourself that that will be the last time you let anyone sit with you.

What was with Jisung and trying to grow close to you? Did he want something? You thought yesterday would be the last you'd hear of him.

2 AM on a Saturday night, you just so happened to run into him at a 24/7 pharmacy. You were wearing your baggy pajamas, hair up in a ponytail to look at least a little presentable. All you needed was a few ramen packets to fill your stomach up for the next week. Then you saw him.

Han Jisung in the hair dye aisle, scanning through ever shade. You needed to pass that aisle to get to the food, but you were debating if you even needed food. Too late.

"Oh, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here. Why aren't you at home sleeping?" You fidget. Great. Now you had to talk with him. "I could ask you the same."

Jisung laughs, and you almost laugh too. You prevent yourself from doing so, though. "Uhh...I couldn't sleep, and Minho couldn't either so we came here. What about you?"

"Minho's...here?" You weren't gonna lie, you may or may not have had a small crush on said boy. He was the only person you talked to occasionally, the only person that you wouldn't be annoyed at if he sat with you. But he doesn't. Which is where your tiny crush dies. Jisung notices your spaced out look and smiles sadly.

You didn't like him. "Um, yeah." You hadn't answered his question, but Jisung didn't bother to ask again. "I can trust you right?" Jisung asks.

Blinking, you nod. Could he say bye so you could go? You'd much rather be at home than in this situation. "Which color should I choose?"

"Blue."

"That was fast. What about-" Jisung turned but you weren't there. Yet, he could still smell your vanilla scent.

Vanilla was your favorite, he noticed. At school, you always chose vanilla pudding instead of chocolate. Back in first grade, you brought an empty carton of vanilla ice cream to show & tell. Jisung looked at the cash register and saw your back. Along with the packets of ramen, on the counter was a vanilla scented air freshener.

"You know what color you're dying your hair yet?" Minho reappeared, his basket full of junk food. Jisung turns and nods with a smile. "Blue."

You found yourself at the same place on Sunday. Same store, same time. Hell, even the same scenario. You didn't need food, you got into an argument with your mom and needed to get out. And for some odd reason, the pharmacy brought you comfort.

"Y/N?" You turn around and face Jisung. You gasp and cover your mouth, letting out a quick "sorry." Jisung's hair was no longer blonde, but a very off white. "I know, it's wack."

Jisung laughs softly and you can't help but laugh too. This time you gave into the want. If Jisung was being honest, he dyed his hair white because it reminded him of vanilla; it reminded him of you. Maybe then you'd like him. It was stupid, that he knew right after he got out of the shower and saw it.

"I should've gotten blue like you said." Oh yeah, you suggested blue. You wonder what made him change his mind. You would know if you asked him, but the antisocial part of you didn't want to drag on the conversation.

"What brings you here again?"

"I got into an argument with my mom...I really needed to get out of the house and this was the only place I could think of." Jisung smiles at you. "I'm sorry about that."

You smile back. "It's- It's fine." Jisung bows his head before walking past you and to the hair dye aisle once again. For some reason you found yourself following him, almost like a lost puppy.

Jisung notices but doesn't say anything, his eyes searching for the blue in the vast array of colored boxes. You find it and grab it, handing it to him. "Oh- thanks."

He goes to the counter and the cashier scans the box, but Jisung didn't pay immediately after. "Do you want anything?" You bite your lip and scan the snacks below the desk. You opt for vanilla filled chocolate bites, placing them on the counter. Jisung pays, grabbing the plastic bag and walking out. Again, you follow him without really questioning why.

"Do you need a ride back home?" No, I don't. You nod, smiling shyly up at the boy.

Jisung turned on the radio, heating up the car for you. "Which way is your-"

"Jisung? I don't want to go home."

He tightens his lips and looks down at you, your eyes pleading. He couldn't help but frown at the sight. "Ok...my place instead?" A small nod is all he needs before he starts driving the way home.

"Jisung who the hell did you bring home, I thought you were just gonna get hair dye-" Minho emerges from his room and turns on the lights. You blush under his stare, inching closer to Jisung for some sort of relief. "Oh. Hi, Y/N."

You wave, offering a small smile.

"I'm gonna dye my hair now, I want to get rid of this as soon as possible." Jisung runs a hand through his hair, a pout on his lips. "I'm not helping you again." Minho says, already walking back to his room. Jisung turns to you, you already knew what he was asking of you. "I'll help."

"I hate you, this is never coming off." You wipe at your shirt, trying to get the blue dye off, but to no avail. "Not my fault you're HORRIBLE at this."

You send him a glare, lips pouty. Jisung's heart was all over the place, the only thought in his mind being 'cute.'

Groaning, you give up and leave your shirt alone. "Are you gonna wash your hair?" Jisung jumps at your words, almost as if realizing that was a thing you had to do. Laughing, you watch as he leans over the sink, splashing water onto his head.

"Jisung, you're getting me wet!"

"Oh, am I really?" You nod. "Yeah you are-" Your shirt becomes more damp, the water coming from Jisung's direction. You frown, throwing water back at him. "Meanie."

He ignores you and continues to splash water onto you. Huffing, you wipe your face. "You're getting your ass beat."

On Monday you found yourself skipping school with Jisung. His hair was now a dark blue, it looked really good on him. Much better than what he previously had.

After your water fight, the both of you ended up soaking. You didn't go to bed until 5 AM, bundled up in Jisung's clothes. You actually had fun with him, you didn't mind the idea of him sitting with you as much anymore.

That's probably why you felt so comfortable with him now, sitting in front of you at a coffee shop nearby.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question? I'm genuinely curious about something." You chew on your muffin and nod at Jisung. He smiles and fiddles with his fingers. "Why do you sit alone during lunch break? Do your friends have different lunches?"

You're quiet, avoiding Jisung's eyes. He didn't know you like you thought he did. He genuinely wanted to know you? He didn't talk to you out of pity? Sighing, you offer him the best fake smile you could put on. He wouldn't know it was fake anyways. "I don't- I don't have any friends..." Jisung blinks and his mouth opens in surprise.

"Oh...really?" You nod. "Doesn't it get lonely?" Could he let the topic go? You were starting to grow irritated. "I like being alone."

Jisung frowns. He didn't get it. How come someone like you doesn't have any friends? He's only properly hung out with you once, but he enjoyed it. You were fun. Do you not want friends? Whatever it was, he didn't ask any further.

By Thursday, you find yourself with Jisung always. You two laugh, eat, do anything together. His presence didn't bother you but instead it made you feel all warm inside. He kind of made you feel weird.

He didn't make you uncomfortable, it was a feeling inside of you whenever he was around that was weird. When you started feeling like this? No idea. But you'd ponder about it a lot.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

Looking up, you make eye contact with Jisung, eyes worried. There is that weird feeling again. There was a thought at the back of your head, but you push it away.

Gulping, you nod. "Yeah, yup, I'm fine." He smiles and it does something to you. Jisung continues talking but your mind wanders somewhere else. You stare at his pretty eyes, eyelashes fluttering open and closed. His round chipmunk like cheeks, his blue hair, his lips-

Oh no. This wasn't happening.

"Jisung I got- go. Me. I have to go."

"What? Y/N what's going-" You pick up your bag and scurry out of the lunch room, not even saying goodbye. Your stomach hurt and your head hurt.

It was obvious what was going on, yet you didn't want to admit it. That weird feeling.

Jisung sat alone and confused. Did he do something? Say something? He was worrying about you. He always was. Even before you grew close, he worried about you. When he saw you talking with Minho, he'd always ask him how you were. What you told him. He was nosy when it came to you.

It was like last week's Friday repeated itself this week. Jisung tried talking to you but you didn't want him to. You wanted to be left alone, by yourself.

"Y/N, whats wrong? Did something happen? Please tell me." Nothing. Jisung smiles that gentle caring smile and reaches over to put his hand over yours. "You can talk to me." Your eyes stay on his hand, then they move to his face. Your heart went crazy.

What was he doing to you?

"Jisung cant you see I want to be alone? I'm meant to be alone. What are you gaining talking to me? Go away! Leave me alone! I don't want you here." His eyes widen.

Then they slit into a glare, confusion in those brown orbs. "What has gotten into you? I started talking to you because I wanted to, not because I thought I'd gain something. Y/N, you aren't meant to spend your life by yourself. I'm your fr-"

"Do you ever shut up? You're so annoying. I told you to go away, now do it. I never wanted you here." Seeing the hurt in Jisung's eyes stung your heart. His lips held a frown. But you stood your ground.

Getting rid of Jisung would get rid of your feelings.

Right?

He gets up from the seat across of you and without a word or a look back, he leaves. And with him he takes a little bit of your heart.

Saturday, you're alone but it doesn't feel the same. You don't like it. You hate every second of it. Being by yourself doesn't feel nice anymore, it feels...lonely. And you know exactly why.

Sunday. The day goes by painfully slow. You learned to accept it. Accept the fact that you liked Jisung, and you missed him. You missed hearing him talk about how dumb Minho is, you missed his laugh, his loud clapping, his warmth. Everything about Jisung, you missed. Everything about him that you fell for, you missed.

Just like last week, you were at the pharmacy. At 3 AM. Sleep was hard to get, your thoughts were on Jisung only. Jisung was gone but your feelings towards him weren't. Instead of disappearing, they grew stronger.

Walking past the hair dye section, you find yourself stuck there. Your eyes were on one color: blue. Why did everything remind you of him?

You continue walking in your oversized pj's, heading towards the ice cream. Vanilla would help with your sadness. Vanilla helps with everything. You open the fridge and take out the tub of vanilla ice cream. "Maybe I'll get two..." You grab another and head towards the checkout.

The cashier scans your stuff, when suddenly an air freshener is thrown on the counter. The scent? Vanilla. You look up and see a face you've been longing to see. But Jisung doesn't look at you. Not even when he speaks.

"You need to replace your old one."

Your eyes stay on Jisung, tracing all the features of his face with your pupils. That is, until the cashier calls out to you. "Anything else?"

Shaking your head, you quickly take out your wallet to pay, but it falls. "Oh-"

Jisung picks it up and hands it to you.

After paying, you didn't leave the store. You stood to the side and waited for Jisung to finish paying for his things. Once he was done you rush to him and grab his arm. "Listen I am so-"

"Mean? Cold? Yeah, I know." You frown. He was right. "I...I know what I said was mean-"

"Yup."

"-but I wasn't thinking. I was confused. I wasn't in a good place when I said those things. I didn't mean anything I said. Nothing at all. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your eyes started to water. "These past 2 days, I realized how much I do want you in my life. Being alone sucks. I like being with you. I miss you."

Jisung frowns and holds your face. "Y/N don't cry." He brings your head to his chest, fingers running through your hair.

"I-I like you, Han Jisung. So much."

You look up and cup his cheeks, pouting up at him. "I like you a lot, you fool. Curse you for being cute." Jisung laughs and smiles down at you. "I like you too, you big crybaby."

With that, he leans forward with your face still in his hands. His lips leave the softest kiss on your own, pillowy against yours. It lasts like five seconds, but it felt like forever. You liked it. A lot. Jisung licks his lips and smiles at you.

"Nice vanilla chapstick."

[treasure-my-aurora]

We’ve got Tonight

• Summary: I’d known Felix since before he was born. My tiny preschool hand would often press flat against his mother’s round belly while I looked up at her with surprised innocent eyes as the baby inside kicked against my hand. Known him as a brother, a best friend and a rock to lean against through my whole life. But now, in just a month, he’d be going away to train with some of the best in the industry, and with time running out, perhaps there is more than just platonic feelings between us… something that would bring up more pain, jealousy and sorrow than we could ever imagine.

♥ Pairing: Bang Chan/Reader/Felix

♦ Chapter: 7/9

♣ Words: 5713

♠ Genre (in this one): Fluff, angst

Thursday evening. Sometime after 9 and we’d just finished dinner. Our place like usual and our whole gang of friends where there. The two girls from my work included. The atmosphere was bright, happy and even though it was a party for Felix, to say goodbye, it didn’t lower the volume of the music, or the fact that we’d already been drinking for a good 40 minutes. Started ridiculous challenges and hyped each other up after getting take-away food in our bellies. Competed with ‘who can drink most under a minute’ or ‘the one that finishes their bottle first wins’ while screams and laughter bounced off the walls and got lost within the music. “What’s today’s game? Any suggestions?” Woojin asked and Hyunjin was fast to stand up, not hesitating for a second and swinging the drink in his hand so swiftly it threatened to overflow the brim a few times, “I think we should play ‘never have I ever’ since we had such a good laugh last week” He giggled, eyes squinting and with that smile that could melt ice. I squinted too- but not out of joy and tilted my head in confusion when basically everyone beside myself, Felix and Chris agreed. The latter tried to control his anger, balling his hand into a fist. Almost shaking with anger when he spoke, “We’re not playing that game, what are you, thirteen and drunk for the first time?” He scoffed and there was a pause among the closest to him that caught up with what he said. Confusion to where this sudden explosion of emotions came from, “Sit down, shut up and don’t act like an ass” I said, slightly embarrassed and pulled on Chris sleeve to make him sit back into the chair while I watched how Hyunjin sat down on the couch again, a sadness I couldn’t live with behind those gentle dark eyes of his, “Let’s do it” I said and sounded way more confident than I actually were. Avoided Chris eyes as he looked up at me with a quick twitch on his head, eyes traveling from me to the rest of the group with disbelief at my words. I couldn’t help but smile back when Hyunjin grinned again, big, bright and thankful. Call me a softie but it chased away the bad feelings I’d felt in my heart towards him since last weekend. He was clumsy, a bit apathetic and clueless to other people’s feelings sometimes but still with a heart of gold. Always making sure to apologise profusely whenever he realized he’d fucked up. “Seems like I’m the only one who doesn’t wanna play then” Chris said, a bit hurt, with his lips pressed into a thin line and the group agreed on that fact. “Either play or drink by yourself. It’s your choice” Woojin said and sipped from his drink, seemingly unbothered and with a voice that described just how much he didn’t want to deal with any sort of bullshit. I was thankful that we had him with us this time, since he was the only one, besides me, that was older and usually the only one that could put Chris, and the rest of the boys, back on track when things started to tip sideways. The words made Chris sulk beside me and he crossed his arms over his chest with a pout on his lips, probably expecting people to feel bad for him but no one did, and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. Softly placed my hand on his knee and he looked over at me again, took my hand and held it in a safe grip but didn’t smile to show that he was feeling any better. The game started anyways and Jisung was reading some questions out loud that he’d found with a quick google search. “Ya’ll ready?” He asked loudly and we all shouted back a ringing “Yes” before he looked down at the first question, paused, frowned, looked up again and then asked, “Should we go by the rule that if there is a lonely drinker, they have to tell the story of why they drank?” There was hums of agreements through the crowd and Jisung started again, “Never have I ever tasted someone else’s bodily fluids” Numerous of disgusted faces turned to each other to see who was drinking and Minho took a swing of the bottle in his hand. Looked down at the floor with a curled upper lip before complaining, “Why did they phrase it like that?” while the two other girls and I had all taken a swing of our bottles as well, and now all of us, the whole group, watched Minho with a thoughtful gleam in our eyes, “What?” He asked as he looked between us. “Bodily fluids?” Jisung asked with a strange, mixed expression of revolt and curiosity on his face while Minho shrugged, “I wasn’t the only one drinking, you’ll just have to speculate about it forever” There were several eyerolls before Jisung continued, “Never have I ever sucked on someone’s toes” Woojin gulped down a big mouthful his drink and looked between the judgmental looks he received. Raised his hands in defeat and gave us all a look back, “Hey, the girl was hot, ok. I didn’t like it, but what was I supposed to do, stop fucking her?” Seungmin shook his head beside him with a disappointed face, “I’ve lost all respect for you, hyung” “Well, that was today’s TMI” Jisung chuckled, eyes flickering, like he was still a bit unsure if Woojin was serious, before he turned to the questions again and tried to compose himself, “Never have I-” He paused, giggled behind a closed hand and looked like he just remembered something funny, “Have I- slept with someone- within the hour of meeting them” He cleared his throat, took a swing of his drink and watched as more than half of our group did the same. I glanced over at Felix and watched as he swallowed down a gulp of the sweet cider he was drinking while I thought back on that girl he’d been hooking up with and felt how I zoned out for a second as I turned to Jisung again. Rage and sorrow roared in my heart. Thankful that no one noticed the way my eyes blanked out as the questions continued, “Never have I ever showered with the opposite gender” Me, one of the girls and three of the boys drank, “Never have I ever fallen asleep while watching porn” Only Changbin drank and the boys closest hit him in the back with playful punches while a slight blush covered his cheeks as he averted his eyes. “I was tired, ok? I don’t think I have to add anything else” He defended himself and one of the girls, who sat right next to him, the same one he’d been talking with two weeks ago, purred out a small, “Aww, adorable” and he looked up at her, slightly surprised as she, clearly tipsy, fluttered her lashes at him. I cringed a bit from second-hand embarrassment. Knew that I was probably behind on the drinking from my reaction and took an extra swing of my bottle as I answered the next question, “Never have I ever been choked” Felix squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable but barely noticeable, as he knew first-hand what Chris had done to my body while my boyfriend just chuckled and possessively squeezed my thigh, as I was the only one who had been drinking, “Ya nasties” Hyunjin commentated with furrowed brows, looking more jealous than he probably would ever admit and laughter erupted between our friends. “Never have I ever not washed a piece of clothing because of someone else’s scent on it” “Aw that’s just cheesy as fuck” Jeongin commentated at the edge of the sofa, his usual non-alcoholic, carbonated drink in his hand while he watched as me, Chris and Jisung took a swing of our drinks. “Ok, the cutesy couple I get but Jisung… is there something that you haven’t told us? Woojin asked with a twinkle in his eyes and the younger looked away. I blinked slightly in confusion and nearly protested when the oldest of the boys automatically concluded that it was Chris clothes that I didn’t wash. Caught myself just in time though and hoped that no one in the room saw that I flinched, because the clothes I saved, the ones I buried my nose into when I missed him too much, was Felix. He seemed to sense my discomfort though, like so many times before, because he looked up and gave me a glance underneath his fringe from where he sat, three chairs away from me at my right. I met his eyes, knew since long that he’d noticed various college shirts, sweatpants and tees of his going missing every other 3 months or so. But he never said anything about it, even though I’ve been doing it for at least 5 years. Guess that he now also knew that I never really washed them. I felt how my cheeks flushed at the same time as Jisung when he looked away too. Watched as he tapped on the side of the bottle, stalling and paused for a few more seconds before he turned to Minho, “You know that shirt of yours, that soft, black, knitted one that you usually tuck into your pants?” The older pursed his lips and looked diagonally up while he was thinking for a few seconds before a light seemingly lit up in his head, “Aha, I’ve wondered where it disappeared” He didn’t sound angry with the fact that Jisung had stolen one of his shirts or even slightly awkward about the fact that the younger just admitted that he hadn’t washed it yet and our group just let out a couple of “Awws” while Changbin pinched Jisung’s red cheeks. A shy smile played on his lips as his cheeks flushed even brighter and he looked away, buried his nose in his phone again, “Never have I ever had a dirty dream about a teacher or professor at school” “Oh” Hyunjin exclaimed loudly and smirked while looking over at Seungmin who only nodded. The same sort of smirk on his lips. “The transfer math teacher three years ago, Ms. Liu. Damn” He shook his head as the tips of his ears tinted red, “She made me fail that class, hard” Hyunjin continued and Seungmin held up his hand in a high five. “Might be because being hard was the only mood that existed when she was around” Seungmin answered and laughter broke out between us at the wordplay before the sound of the high five echoed off the walls. “Never have I ever went skinny dipping” Two guys drank, and we refilled our drinks. “Never have I ever slept nude” Everyone except for Jeongin drank and Chris pinched his cheeks while the younger gave him a pained expression, immediately regretting the decision to tell the truth. “Never have I ever had friends with benefits” One of the girls drank and flipped her hair with a flick of her wrist, “That’s how I got to know my best friend” “Never have I ever had sex with someone at a university” Me and Chris clinked our bottles and chuckles filled the room. “Never have I ever been caught having sex” No one drank, just curiously looking around if someone would change their mind. “Never have I ever had sex with someone that was ten years older” Woojin took another swing of drink, “Hey, I told you all that she was hot” No one commentated. To be fairly honest, most of us were getting pretty drunk by now and I hoped that the next question would exclude me as well, “Never have I ever kissed my best friend” Fuck. I looked up, surprised at the very specific question and glanced over at Felix who gave me a small smile, the cider in his hand almost empty already. The two of us drank together as silence fell upon us. Chris put his arm around my shoulder to hold me tighter, but the feeling was too heavy. Suffocating. Jisung cleared his throat, “Well, this is awkward” He said and choked giggles behind closed hands could be heard since everyone’s drunk minds couldn’t decline the beehive mentality. “Just read the next question” I pressed on and tried to sit straighter under the weight of Chris arm on my shoulder, “Never have I ever had a dream about someone I liked” Jisung said and took a sip, still with his nose buried in the screen of his phone. I drank and watched as Minho looked at the friend at his right who still didn’t look up from the questions on his phone, took a sip as well before turning away again, putting his focus on the way his hands clenched around the throat of the bottle. I glanced over at Felix. Watched how he stared at the floor while swallowing down the rest that was in the bottle before standing up and walking to the fridge to grab another. My brows furrowed. It felt as if something was troubling him and I wondered if the person he’d been dreaming about, the one he liked- was the girl he’d been hooking up with these past days and that he’d probably miss her now when he was going away. Chris drank as well. Glancing at me with sad, big eyes when I met his eyes after turning away from my best friend. “Wait, are we talking about someone I enjoy spending time with? Or someone I ‘like like’?” Seungmin asked and Woojin gave him a soft smile, “Someone you like like” ���Oh, I was hoping to finally drink” The younger answered, with a heavy voice and the rest of laughed at his sullen expression. Bottle still almost new. “Never have I ever had sex with someone in this room” Silence grew between us as we looked at each other. Curious if someone would admit that they had been seeing each other more privately. Chris looked over at me and I looked back. Watched as he glanced over at Felix, just as the younger sat back down, and then back at me again. Almost as if he wanted me to confess. I gave him a funny look, like I was obvious to what he was suggesting, and he rolled his eyes before taking a swing of his drink, watching me as I copied his motion. “Anyone else but the obvious couple in the room?” Jisung asked and looked up at each and every one to give them a chance to speak up. But no one did so he turned back to his phone instead, pursed his lips in thought and said with a pout, “Well, that’s pretty much what I got” Everyone sipped on their drinks. I was drunk, more than usual and felt how I was slightly swaying in my chair from the soft beat of the music. Looked up to see that most of my friends displayed a similar behaviour and couldn’t help but giggle. “That’s probably for the best, though” I said, knowing that we all have had enough to drink and Jisung pouted at my words. “Whyyyyyy?” He complained, locked his phone and flopped over towards Minho, knocking his head softly into the other’s bottle. Met his eyes with a small smile on his lips and the older of the two looked back with gentle eyes while putting down the drink on the table before he placed his hands in his friend’s hair. Gently petting him while Jisung closed his eyes with a deep sigh. Sometimes I just wished that they would realize how much they meant for each other. How much more they could be if they gave themselves a chance. If they for once checked a second time and noticed how the other looked at them when they didn’t see. How easily they could be so, so much more than just best friends. My gaze involuntarily switched over at Felix. Met his eyes as he looked at me, from underneath his fringe with a small tilt of his head, like he’d been watching me for a while already. Felt how much I wanted to indulge in the way he looked at me, with his lips slightly parted and eyes hooded from the intoxicated blood pumping through his body. Felt how a blush crept up my neck when he wet his lips, thoughtfully, almost nervously. Finally tore my gaze away to glance over at Chris, who's eyes wavered from me to my best friend, before turning to watch the drink in his hands, eyelids drooping and body slumped over with his arms resting on his thighs and I didn't know if the look of exhaustion was because he was just as drunk as me or because he was tired of always third wheeling in this hurtful triangle of ours. "Let's come up with our own questions then!" Jeongin suddenly burst out and the rest of us looked up with wrinkles of confusion between our brows, “Everyone who’s still sober gets to drink” “Finally” Seungmin said and took a big gulp from the mixed drink in his hand, winced at the alcoholic taste and Jeongin chuckled while drinking from his own carbonated drink. “That’s not really how it works though” Woojin smiled at the youngest who only stuck his tongue out, “Anyone got a better idea?” He asked but no one protested, only hummed with agreement, “Ok, ok… umm… everyone who has a secret they don’t want anyone else to know gets to drink” I sipped on my beer, swallowing down barely a teaspoon to make sure that I kept my level of intake low. I felt good where I was but knew that I risked getting sick to the stomach if I’d finish the bottle too fast. Everyone drank, except for Jisung who only raised his bottle from his place, with his head still resting in Minho’s lap, and murmurs of suspicion aroused between us. This new twist of the game was certainly more interesting, “Anyone wanna tell?” Jeongin asked with twinkling eyes and a grin that contained a concealed and almost mischievous secrecy, like he took the sweet opportunity to collect as much blackmail as he could when everyone would be too drunk to remember telling and I stifled a giggle behind my hand while watching as my friends eyes flickered from one another, “It wouldn’t really be a secret that I don’t wanna share if I tell everyone, would it?” Hyunjin pouted and there were nods of agreement between us, “Ok, I’ll start then. I’m not a virgin, despite what you all might think” Jeongin said and Chris choked on the sip he took from his drink, like a parent that’d just found out that their child has had sex without them knowing, “What?” He choked out, and Jeongin smiled, “Yeah, with a girl in my class” He spoke like it was nothing special at all and we all watched him with surprised eyes, as a rather tense pause silenced us. “Well if we’re going to spill the beans, I’m a gold star” Jisung muttered from his place, in Minho’s lap, breaking the silence and making everyone’s mouth fall open again. Eyes still closed as a small blush covered his cheeks. Minho himself paused his movements and looked down on his friend. Still with his fingers in his hair though. “Gold star as in a gold star?” He asked, voice a bit weaker than he probably would’ve wanted because he cleared his throat as he met his friend’s eyes, “Yeah” Jisung said shyly while looking up at the older, “I’ve never been with a girl” “You’re a virgin?” Hyunjin busted out, surprised and Jisung rolled his eyes and sat up to face us all, “No, you obvious fuck, I’m gay” “Oh” Hyunjin blushed and we couldn’t help but giggle a little to his flustered and slightly sullen expression. Jisung looked down, his usual explosive positive energy completely gone, “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, can you all accept me?” He asked and I stumbled slightly when I rose up too quickly from my chair. Closed the distance between us with a few short steps, placed my hand on his shoulder and met his eyes when he looked up with surprised eyes. Motioned for him to stand up and hugged him closely. Felt how he took a short surprise inhale, breath shaking a little and closed his arms around me too. Hands gripping the fabric of my clothes tightly. “Of course” I turned to my friends and said, “Right?” with a meaningful look at all of them and they quickly stood up and joined the hugging party. Enveloped him from all sides and I could feel how he smiled into my shoulder. How he took another shaky breath when he felt how Minho latched himself onto his back and hugged around his waist. I could feel the bodies of my best friend and boyfriend against me and fought to ignore the need to indulge in the amazing feeling of how perfect both their bodies lined up against mine while comforting one of the youngest. ... Time passed with more questions, more funny stories and eventually the clock passed 1, and the girls from my work and Changbin decided to leave. He gave us a wink while hooking his arm with the girl he’d been flirting with the whole evening and we chuckled at them while she smiled shyly and thanked us for inviting them again. I hoped that they’d had a good time, despite the fact that a lot of the laughs shared between us were based on inside jokes. It passed 2 and Seungmin, Jisung and Minho decided to leave. The two younger ones had to be up before 10 tomorrow since they had an exam after lunch, and Minho followed, for reasons only he knew. I hoped, though, that the definite expression on his face when he waved us goodbye was founded in the decision that he and Jisung would finally decide to break the last thin wall between them. The small group that was left; me, Chris, Felix, Woojin, Hyunjin and Jeongin, all sat on the sofa now, drinking water since half an hour ago instead of alcohol with every question answered. “So, I have a question” Woojin asked, suddenly and looked directly at me. My breath got stuck in my throat and I swallowed quickly when I saw the look that he gave me. Hoped that what he’d ask wouldn’t expose me completely, “If you were to choose, gun to your head, between Chris or Felix. Who would you choose?” I sighed and felt how the men at my sides froze. I could see in my peripheral that they both looked at me, expecting an answer. I avoided their eyes though, and watched my own hands instead, picking at my nails while thoughts moved like quick rippling water through my mind. Felt two pair of thighs press up against me. Both strong from dancing, wearing jeans in washed out blue. Chris had ripped holes in his while Felix ones were brand new and I wondered for a second if he’d bought them recently since I hadn’t seen them on him. A ripple of poisonous speculations of why he hadn’t taken me with him, if he might have taken someone else, flashed through me like a lightning strike and I could feel how my heart ached. I wanted to reach out. To poke my finger through the holes in Chris jeans. To put my hand on Felix thigh and give it a teasing squeeze because I knew how ticklish he were there. “Noona?” Woojin asked again and I combed through my hair instead, to give my fidgeting fingers some comfort, “I uh…“I shrugged and gave him a small smile, “I’d rather die to be honest” Woojin rolled his eyes, “So you can’t pick one?” He asked as I shrugged again and shook my head without hesitation, “Would you ask a mother of two to pick a favourite child? I love them both, equally but differently” They shifted beside me from the answer, Chris leaned back in his seat while Felix moved to the side, away from me. I could feel the change of air around us and sighed, paused to feel if it changed back but ultimately decided to move. Felt them shuffle again from my unexpected motion but ignored it as I walked past my boyfriend to get out from my place on the sofa. Not able to sit still anymore. Heard how Woojin asked the next question to Hyunjin and how a quick, heated discussion broke out between them but couldn’t make out any words in the haste of getting away. My heart was pounding, and I wanted to run, to hide from the pain. To be able to find some sort of safe haven where I, for a second, could ignore how much the two of them affected me. To be able to abstain from the strain in my heart from the immediate loss of them next to me. Met my boyfriend’s eyes swiftly and saw, for the first time in a long time, that he looked relieved. Like my answer had been comforting. Immediately glanced over at Felix as well, who quickly met my eyes before he looked away again, bringing a glass of water to his lips instead. Felt a bit sick to my stomach at the way he didn’t met my eyes again, turned away and walked swiftly down the corridor between the living room and our bedroom, took a left in the hallway and closed the bathroom door behind me. Placed my drinking glass on the edge of the sink, with a hand that shook a bit more than I expected. Winced at the noise from glass hitting porcelain. Leaned against the coldness of it and felt how my heart ached in my chest. I knew that I was running out of time. Out of time to figure out my feelings. Out of time to act upon them. Out of time to know how Felix really felt. If there was anything mutual at all about the way he felt about me. If there was more than the sweet platonic love that had always existed between us. “You boys are lucky. You do know that right?” Woojin’s voice was hushed and I guess that he hoped that I didn’t hear what he was talking about. It was tough and barely clear enough, but I focused and could still pick it up, “We know” Chris answered. “Wouldn’t you be willing to share? It tears at her heart, you know that” “I can feel that” Felix sighed, and my mouth fell open, “And you have feelings for her too?” Woojin asked. Silence. I gulped. Felt how my heart raced in my chest from the suspense of not knowing the answer. “I’m not willing to share. Not romantically. I- I don’t think that she’ll return to me if I did” Chris voice broke slightly and I clenched my jaw when I heard the pain in his words, “I’m already on the verge of losing her from the stupid dare you tricked her with” He continued, voice dripping with venomous annoyance and I guessed that the tone was meant for Hyunjin and the kiss that happened last week, “I’m scared that she’ll leave if she realize that I’m nothing compared to you” That was meant for Felix and it was like a punch in the stomach when the younger answered, “I have never and won’t ever do anything that will hurt or confuse her feelings. But you don’t own her, Chris. I know that we’ll probably never be in a relationship, not like the two of you, she thinks that I’m way too young. But we have spent all of lives together, every single aspect of it, never leaving each other’s sides. She means more to me than I could ever explain with words. That isn’t something I’ll ever back away from. If she wants to progress what we already have. The special thing we share. What we’ve already done. Whether or not she chooses to spend the rest of her life with you. I won’t hesitate to give her everything I’ve got” I gulped. Felt how I had to remind myself to breathe when I started to feel lightheaded and gripped the porcelain in my hands tighter to not fall when my knees weakened. Was it that simple? My question, if he was attracted to me as well, answered? “What the fuck do you mean by ‘what you’ve already done’?” Chris asked, voice agitated and angry and shuffling could be heard when Woojin stood up to separate the two of them. “Calm down, Chris. There’s no need to fight” He said with a calming tone and a moment passed before the sofa creaked when they all sat down again. “I’ve never touched her, ok? Not in the way you’re probably imagine. But there has been… tension between us. She’s always enjoyed physical contact. You know that too. Small kisses on the top of her head, holding my hand whenever she wanted to be close, hugging me just to be closer, to enjoy the warmth between us” He paused and I could almost hear him smiling as he continued, wading through dangerous waters, “There was one instance a few weeks ago. She likes to tease you know, and she must’ve felt that I wanted her so bad it almost physically hurt me because she placed her hand around my hips, sitting with her face so, so close to me that I could feel her hot breath on my lower stomach and god-” He paused again, taking a staggering breath and I felt my heart flip hard when I remembered what he was talking about, “If you two wouldn’t be a couple, I’d pull out my cock from my pants and just slip between those plump lips of hers” Shuffling could be heard again and Woojin shouted out a warning that was probably supposed to be quieter than it was when someone, most likely Chris, stood up, “I want her. She knows that too. Feels it in her body how much I crave her. That I’d do everything she’d want if she’d let me” Felix voice was clear as day. This was it then. The confession that he felt the same. That he’d gladly fall into bed and do all the things I’d been fantasizing about these last couple of weeks. My breath hitched. I gulped hard. Heard how they were talking with hushed angry voices but couldn’t make out any words because of the thumping of my heart in my ears. Felt how my stomach turned from both the alcohol still resting there and the butterflies that fluttered faster than they had ever done before. I staggered and realized that I was still quite tipsy. Enough so to lose myself for a few seconds, closed my eyes and let my head hang when I felt arousal simmer in the pit of my stomach when images of me and my best friend played like a movie on the blackness of my eyelids. Fuck. I inhaled sharply. Tried to regain my balance when the room temporarily spun around me. Filled up my glass with more water, drank it slowly, with my eyes still closed and did a small body shake to relax my tense muscles before I opened them again and met my own gaze in the mirror. Swallowed hard. Removed some make-up that traced under my eyes with my index fingers. Put on some lip balm and tried to calm my racing heart when I walked out again. Thoughts burning like a racing wildfire in my mind and I must’ve looked a bit lost when I entered the living room again because Chris voice suddenly broke the silence. “Babe? You ok there?” I looked up and met his eyes. Confusion in his eyes and a worried wrinkle between his brows and I gave him a small smile before looking over at the rest of the boys. “Yeah, I’m fine” I answered, and Chris nodded, satisfied with my answer and returned the smile I gave him. The others joined him with the small smiles before they turned to each other again, acting completely normal while changing the subject from what they were talking about when I was absent. There was something tense in the air though and if I hadn’t just heard what had been going on, I’d probably question it. Glanced over at Felix who still hadn’t given me a smile yet while my fingers fiddled with my college shirt. He knew just as well as me that I’d lied. Could see it the way my eyes still flickered, the way my smile didn’t reach my eyes, the way I hid my hands into the arms of my shirt instead as I felt the weight of his gaze, the way my shoulders hunched forward slightly; like I wanted to disappear within myself. I tried to give him another smile. Tried to persuade him into thinking that I was ok. But he still didn’t believe me. Only gave me a gentle smile back, with a small tilt of his head, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out but was blocked by Chris, since he sat closest to me, a small sigh left his lips when I finally sat back down, at the same spot, to erase suspicion. Felt how he bumped his shoulder with mine, ever so slightly and looked up at him just as he gave me a side glance, pulling a face because he knew that even though I couldn’t tell why I was feeling bad, he could still make me feel better. I sighed, looked away again and saw how he was grinning in my peripheral when a real smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I listened to Jeongin and the apparent subject of ’life-on- Mars-is-real-because-they-just-send-up-bigger-robots-and-they-found-out-that-the-level-of-oxygen-in-summer-there-is-much-higher-than-expected’

[rvkis]

180915 KBS in Berlin

so after being emo all sunday and monday i finally got the strenght to write my report about music bank in berlin and about the whole trip in general. if i got anything wrong you may correct me, since my memory might be messed up bcs A LOT happened. well, here we go ~

Friday, arrival in Berlin: later at noon i met up with my friend in düsseldorf to take the plane to berlin, since her sister and parents were already there but that’s not important. i was super nervous bcs it was only my second flight and without a parent at that. it was pretty cool tho, night flights are amazing. when we arrived we found out, that if our plane didn’t had a 30 minutes delay (bcs we were 3 people too much and couldn’t start off lol), we would’ve have arrived together with taemin, exo and wanna one. how cool would that be.

Saturday, D-DAY: after a very, very short night (berlin is hella loud jeez) we headed to the venue pretty early to grab some fan stuff and banners to cheer for our favourites. while we looked around first, so that we know where eveything is, we wanted to head back to my friends parents to tell them, that we’ll grab what we can get and then leave again. we had seated tickets so we didn’t need to line up for numbers. so on our way back to the car to tell them that, a van arrived just when i wanted to cross the street. and guess who was in that van - EXO. (so i can say i got nearly hit by exo, literally lmao) we had short eye contact with sehun who was sitting in the front and scrunched up his face bcs the sun was blinding, he looked so funny and cute haha. since there weren’t many people at the gate we decided to watch get them in to the venue. the girls next to us screamed so loud it sounded like she was giving birth, which made us laugh a lot haha (you can find the video of exo arriving on my twitter: skelettblume)

well then, after exo arrived we waited a little longer for taemin. but boy he was taking long, so we decided to grab some fan goods and banners and then leave, since we also wanted to do some sightseeing (so we missed taem :(). in the end berlin wasn’t really that nice, at least not too us. and due to the marathon that was going on it was pretty crowded and stuffed. so when we arrived back at the hotel around lunch time we were pretty tired and took a nap to re-charge our energy. then an hour before let in, we headed back to the venue to line up.everything went really smooth and we were inside after like 45 minutes. inside the venue they played music videos of all the groups that were to perform and fans chanted a long, it was super cool and set up a really good mood.

Stray Kids: the opening, after the mcess had a short speach, was made by them. they were really cute. and since it was felix’ birthday we even sang for him. in german tho since this was organized by the staff. originally we fans planned to sing in korean but ok lol. felix was really touched and even teared up, cutie. ;;

Songs Performed: district 9, hellevator, my space

GIdle: tbh i’m not a big fan of girl groups, therefor i don’t have much to say about them. only that they had one of the cutest fanboys. :)

Songs Performed: latata, maze, hann

WANNA ONE: they were def the 3rd strongest group this evening. fanchants were really loud and their perfomance was lit. during their ment they said they are really grateful that fans give so much love and support even tho their debut wasn’t that long ago.

Songs Performed: boomerang, energetic, light, beautiful, burn it up

TAEMIN ( ❤️ ): so, since i’m a shawol since the beginning i have A LOT to say here. it was my second time seeing taemin. i first saw him with the rest of the band back in 2011 during smtown paris. his performances were LIT 🔥 . he was so cute during his ment (he introduced himself in german ;;) and since i literally saw him grow up i can say he improved SO MUCH. I’M SO PROUD. he also prepared a video message from minho and kibum and was like “do you want to see them more than me?” and when the fans just screamed he took it as a yes and pouted haha. during hypnosis then emotions took over and i started crying bcs than it sank in just how much he grew up and everything. ;; and that he continues to be there for fans after you know... -anyways during press your number the fanchants def were loudest and he literally turned his perfomances into his own concert. 😁  something that was also really sweet was when he together with vcr minho and kibum sang I WANT YOU and the crowd flipped ;; it was such a cool surprise. kibum and minho said that they are sad whole shinee couldn’t come but want to next time. minho also looked really proud and happy for taemin. :)

Songs Performed: move, press your number, (with vcr minho and kibum) i want you, hypnosis, danger

EXO: like some maybe expected they def dominated the show. even tho taemin was just as strong with the fanchants but still exo boys really got it. but that’s okay bcs i’m also a fan lol (but shinee will always come firs <3). they were really cute ofcourse. suho really did his best and even wrote what he wanted to say on his palm ;;. as always as it seemed baekhyun’s mic was too low (when will they ever learn ugh). kyungsoo looked SO HAPPY during boomerang ;; i wanted to squish him so bad. kai spoilered a move for cb uhuhu and also looked really happy bcs of the fanchants. suho, chanyeol and sehun danced a few parts of WE YOUNG during ments. baekhyun sang a bit of YOUNG and looked really proud a the end. fanchants were SUPER LOUD and we all went crazy during WHAT U DO, it was awesome. OHHH and we sang happy birthday for jongdaes upcoming birthday and he also looked so proud haha. chanyeol thanked fans for liking WE YOUNG and all the love they get. he was so startled when he talked bcs he was really, really loved (i would say he and taemin def got the most love).

Songs Performed: the eve, kokopop, boomerang, what u do, power

SPECIAL STAGE - CHANYEOL: there were a few special stages, including a video message of bts, but since i don’t really have much to talk about them and also only want to say something to chanyeol’s one, i’ll leave the rest out. so, mr. park chanyeol - istg he gets my heart so weak. he was so considerate and sweet and performed WIND OF CHANGE from scorpions for us. i got goosebumps and teary eyes. his rap voice is already something but his deep singing voice just does things to you. also i felt so touched that he showed so much interest and prepared something so meaningful ;;. really i love soft pups. he also looked really proud/happy when he was done and the whole crowd chanted “PARK CHANYEOL” it was heavy.

Song Performed: wind of change from scorpions

OTHER SPECIAL STAGES SETLIST:

Stray Kids - happy song, dna, hard carry

Wanna One - pick me, bang bang bang

GIdle + Daniel Lindemann - sunny by boney m

Somi - rollercoaster, gashina

besides the special stages, we also had a QUIZ and RANDOM PLAY DANCE break. the best question of the quiz was “is taemin beautiful” and everyone chanted “YES” and then it was his time to perform <3. during rpd break songs from top kpop groups were played (i only remember red velvet tho, bcs our section screamed for suho HAHA exo fans know what we meant). it was really energetic and hyped everyone up even more.

CLOSING: since exo was the last group to perfom, the mcees said a few more words and then everyone got on stage and bid goodbye with gangnam style. really, even tho it went on for 4 hours it felt really too short. but it was a really nice experience, since it was my first with lightsticks and fanchants (i really need more kpop concerts haha). since i’m a shawol first (before an exo-l) i spend more time with them and everyone was so sweet and worked so hard with handing out banners and even lightsticks. HUGE THANK YOU TO Y’ALL ;;. and of course like after every concert my post-concert depression is SUPER HEAVY like can i pls turn back time and go again ;;. anyways, i hope you all liked my ‘short’ report and i hope you get to see your favourites soon too. if you have any questions, just hit my inbox. thank you and that’s it. <3

[naughtykpopthoughts]

Princess: Minho Smut

Based off this request

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Content: Minho finally has some time off, insert the rough sex and soft after care +light spanking, choking, cum denial, pet names(he calls you baby/princess and you call him sir) 

Written By: Bambi

Authors Note: I’m the worst when it comes to getting request so I’m sorry but I hope everyone likes this including the original requester! If you do(or don’t) like it please send feedback, it's what keeps me alive and motivated. 

“Turn over,” Minho's voice was stern and cold as he commanded you. He stood a few feet away from the bed where you laid, fully clothed but working on undoing his belt.

You, on the other hand, laid on the bed in only your bra and panties. A lacey red pair he had bought you months ago when SHINee was on tour in some European country. Although they had been in your closet for months they were only just making their bedroom debut. You wondered if he noticed them. He hadn’t mentioned them when he saw you.

“I said turn over,” Minho repeated himself, his voice a bit louder this time.

You quickly obliged, kicking yourself for not just doing it the first time. You had been gaping at him as if he wasn’t your own boyfriend. It was just that Minho had been so busy recently, filming a movie, filming a drama, having a comeback, prompting them all and smaller things that you barely even knew about. So for months, sex with Minho was barely there and quick when it did happen. Sex with Minho hadn’t been an event in such a long time you felt as if it was your first time with him all over again.

“Ass up, princess,” Minho was now closer to you, at the edge of bed as he spoke, his voice a bit more gentle. “Give me a good view, ok?”

You quickly followed his instructions, raising your hips until your ass was as high in the air as it could be, your head pushed down the sheets.  You cursed yourself for not already being in that position. You knew what to do, what Minho liked, but the drought had ended so suddenly you were still a bit frazzled.

Minho had texted you only a half hour ago, telling you that he would be home soon and he wanted you pretty and waiting for him. Minho hadn’t texted you anything along those lines in months and after a while, you had stopped even being hopeful for his promotions to end.

You were lounging in the living room watching some bad reality show with your hair up wearing old clothes while snacking on some new brand of chips you had picked up from the store when he texted. The text made you jump into action, wondering what he had in store for you as you prepared for his arrival.

"You look so good for me,” Minho's voice was low as he spoke, his hands reaching out to part your thighs more, kneading them a bit before his hands traveled more, over the curve of your ass, down your back, momentarily in your hair before they reached your thighs once more.

Your breath caught in your throat at his touches, hands so close to where you needed him desperately. You hadn’t felt his touch in so long it seemed. Although you two hadn’t stopped having sex completely, when you did it was nothing compared to what Minho usually did in bed, it had felt more like mutual masturbation the past few months.

“Princess, are you already wet for me?” he asked, a smirk in his voice as his index finger traced your slit through your underwear, feeling the arousal through them. “And I’ve barely even touched you,” he practically whispered, before he withdrew his hands from near your heat.

“Minho, pl-,” the cry coming from your mouth stopped your sentence short. The cry came from Minho slapping your raised ass harshly without warning. You bit your lip in the aftermath, his hand gently smoothing over the area he hit mere seconds ago.

“Baby, I know it's been a while but you didn’t possibly forget everything.” His voice was gentle. “I didn’t ask you to speak did I?” he asked.

You shook your head ‘no’ but that only caused him to repeat the action again, this time on the opposite cheek, his hand soothing it as if he wasn’t the reason for it needed to be soothed.

“Speak, princess,” his voice was low.

“No, you didn’t ask me to speak, Sir.” you breathed out, your face still flush in the sheets.

Minho nodded. “That's right,” he spoke quietly as he still ran his hand over your stinging bottom for a moment. “But, baby, I understand. It has been a while hasn’t it?”

You make note that the question was rhetorical, biting your lip to keep your response in even though you wouldn’t mind another smack or two landing on your ass.

“I want you so badly, too,” Minho said before moving away from the bed for a moment.

You sighed as you waited, hoping that his last words before moving meant he would stop teasing when he returned to the bed. You heard his pants hit the floor, then you heard the undoing of the buttons on his dress shirt.

“So badly,” he mumbled, mostly to himself once he began moving to the bed again.

You could feel him behind you, now naked except for his underwear. His hands squeezed your hips lightly before they hooked around the waistband of your panties, he yanked them down quickly, grinning once you were fully exposed to him.

“You’re dripping,” he commented as he ran his index and middle finger through your folds, a smile in his voice. “Princess, is this all for me?” he chuckled. “Speak.”

“Yes, sir.” you quickly replied. “I’ve been wet for you since earlier today.”

“Oh, really,” he smiled. “Do you want me inside of you, princess? Do you want me to make you scream?”

You nodded your head furiously at that, hoping that he’d hurry up and just do it already. A moan escaped your lips when he slapped your ass once more, hard.

“Princess, we’re speaking right now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed. “And I do want you inside of me, sir. I want you to make me scream, please,” you were breathless as you spoke, trying your hardest to wiggle your ass back onto his bulge but his hands were holding you in place.

He let out a laugh at your desperateness. “Be patient, princess.” He let two fingers slowly enter you, moving steadily. He grinned at your reaction to his small movements, the way your hands balled into the sheets and your mouth fell open, letting out quiet moans.

“Do you like it?” Minho asked, his voice low as he spoke.

He accepted your quick nod as a response, smiling in satisfaction at it even before he bought his head down to your most sensitive parts. Swiping his tongue across your wetness.

You let out a moan as he hummed in satisfaction, loving the taste of you on his tongue for the first time in a long time.

“You taste so good, princess,” he mumbled against your skin and his own fingers, still moving inside of you, directly next to his plump lips. His lips kissed, and played with your clit will his fingers worked.

His tongue moved like liquid, running all over your most sensitive parts. Licking and nipping at your folds. Quickly moving in an attempt to get you off quick.

His movements began to pay off as your breathing picked up. Your moans becoming quick and higher with every stroke of his tongue. The knot in your stomach only just beginning to unravel.

His hands held your thighs in place as you began to move more and more. Wanting to get away and closer to his tongue all at once. His hands squeezing you only made you closer. Your fingers dug into the sheets, your teeth bit deeply into your bottom lip as your orgasm inched closer and closer.

Then suddenly, he was gone. His mouth, his fingers and even his hand that rested on your thigh before was away from your body.

You whined at that. “Sir,” your breathing was shallow as you began to speak. “Why did you stop?” you pouted into the sheets.

He only chuckled a bit from behind you. “Princess, you didn't think you'd be able to come that easily, did you?” the grin was evident in his voice as he spoke.

He smiled even more widely when you didn't respond, moving from the bed entirely once more.

You closed your eyes as you waited for him, trying your best to calm yourself down and prepare for what you knew was about to happen. You listened to his movements as he opened the bedside dresser and fished inside for a condom. He then lazily pushed it back closed before he climbed back into bed behind you. You listened to him silently open the foil package and slide the rubber onto his member.

He then touched you again. His left hand landing softly on your hip, squeezing slightly.

“Princess, do you want me right now?” Minho asked, his voice low, his fingers only ghosting back over your opening once more, dipping in only slightly.  

“Yes, sir.” you replied, nodding your head as you felt increasingly more desperate.

With that sentence Minho was replacing his fingers with his cock and inching inside you, letting you slowly stretch around his length and get used to it.

You let out small moans as he slid himself into you, liking the way he felt inside of you.  

“Are you ready for me, princess,” Minho asked after he emitted a low groan, feeling your tightness squeezing his member even through the condom that separated you two.

You nodded quickly. “Please, sir,” you said in a moan.

“As you wish,” the sentence was mumbled and soon forgotten as he began speeding up his thrust. Stroking into you as a fast but steady pace.

The room speedily got louder as he went, the mixture of your moans and his groans filling it quickly like water.

He grabbed your hips for leverage for a moment as he thrust into you, going deep with every stroke. He then placed his right hand on your back, applying slight pressure to deepen your arch to go deeper in you.  

You nearly screamed at the new angle and Minho let out a loud groan. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he slowed his thrust, eyes closed and feeling your tightness gripping around his member.

He only kept the position for a few moments before he pulled you up. Gripping your hair until your body was flush against him. His left hand pressed into your hips to steady his thrust while his right snaked down from your hair and found home around the front of your neck, squeezing just the right amount.

Your moans were more of quick breaths as he fucked into you, your eyes lidded as pleasure surged through you.

“Princess, are you close,” his voice deep and gravely in your ear also made you come undone in an instant.

But you held on, nodding at his question, knowing that he’s only accepted nodding as a reply when his hand was around your throat.

“I’m close too, baby,” he breathed, kissing up and down your neck as he spoke. “Can you cum with me, princess?”

You nodded once more. “Yes, sir,” you managed out in a ragged breath, ready to cum whenever he gave the say so.

His grunted low in your ear for a moment as he got closer, his thrusts becoming sloppier with every second. Your moans got higher with every thrust and if it wasn’t for Minho's strong hands you would’ve collapsed from the continuous pleasure at this point.

“Cum, princess,” he whispered gruffly in your ear and you obliged within seconds.

Obscenities and his name came spilling out of your mouth and your legs shook, biting your lip and grasping at someone, anything to steady you as you came undone. He wobbled behind you, a series of grunts falling from his lips as he released into the condom, his hand on your neck tightening slightly and his thrust gradually coming to an end.

“Fuck.”

Everything about Minho was soft when he wasn't inside of you. His voice, touch, and looks were softer than cotton especially when he took care of you after sex.

“Baby,” his voice was low and hoarse, his lips pressed into the back of your neck and his arms around you as you both lay in bed. “Do you want to get in the bath?”

You nodded as if you weren't already dozing off. You still craved his touch and a grin found its way to your face once he got up and walked into the bathroom to begin running bath water. You could hear him pouring in bubble bath and other smell goods into the water as it ran, the sweet drifting into the bedroom.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling as you listened to the soothing sounds of the bath. Your mind was jumping from what just happened to what would happen next. You could still feel Minho's pleasantly rough hands upon you, groping every part of your body in such a callous way, his thrust deep and fast inside of you, his plump lips kissing you, on the back of your neck, your back, everywhere. You could also perfectly imagine the softness that was yet to come.

Before your thoughts could even be completed, Minho was back to the bed, a smile on his face. “It's all ready, baby,” his voice was low and he moved as he spoke. His arms coming under your body to pick you up bridal style.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he carried you the short distance into the bathroom. “Especially in the lingerie, I bought you.” He placed you in the tub first, allowing the warm water to fully elope your body. He made sure you were comfortable before he slid in himself, behind you.

He wrapped his strong arms around you and you two stayed like that for a moment, swaying slightly as he held you, leaving a few lazy kisses on your shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled into your skin finally breaking the silence.

You smiled at that. “I love you too, Minho.”

He also smiled at your words, moving his arms so he could begin to wash you with the washcloth. “I wasn’t too rough tonight, right?” he asked, his voice small and curious. “I know it's been a while but if it was too much for you or-”

“You weren’t too rough Minho,” you stopped him mid-sentence, chuckling slightly.

“Ok, good,” he smiled once more. “Just remember that you can always tell me to stop or slow down or whatever you need to tell me. And I know I’ve told you all of this before,” he said stopping you before you could even playful act annoyed by being repeatedly being told the same thing. “I just want to always know you can, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you joked, rolling your eyes.

He let out a satisfied sigh. “That's what I like to hear.”

“Minho,” you groaned all while laughing, playfully smacking his arm. Sir was a term only ever used in the bedroom for you two and to say it outside out it automatically would make the both of you usually laugh.

“Ok, ok,” he laughed along with you. “Just one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

“Just one more!” he smiled at you, pulling you back onto him. “I love you so much I can’t even properly put it into words,” he kissed you quickly. “Understand?”