#the original mint chocolate idol

[pcktknife]

i may have picked big man's team but let it be known im doin it for HER !!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️

+ no ice cream/ink vers.

[baby-yongbok]

Sunset

Bang Chan x Thick Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it up, guys), Cheating (Married reader/ Chan is dating someone) , Strangers to One night lovers, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving) Slightly rough, Uh.. that’s it really? It’s just Smut, Sorry if I missed any tags. Explicit content so MDNI please.

Word Count: 2677

Note: First Person POV + This was something that I just whipped up real quick and wanted to share. It’s short compared to what I usually like to write but I thought you’d enjoy it! Just a quick smutty Chan fic to entertain ya.

Summary: The Sunset diner is your go to place to retreat, it allows you to meet new people while immersing yourself in the arts. It’s become your routine to relax at the diner every night and seek some...company. One night a new customer arrives and you just cant seem to keep your eyes off of him. You have to have him.

The Sunset studio and diner has always been a safe haven for me, ever since I was thirteen years old my step dad would bring me here and buy me a hot chocolate and two cookies before letting me roam around the studio and stare at the artwork in awe. It bought him enough time to smash whatever girl he picked up along the way in the bathroom then come back and act like he was never gone. I never cared, I was too fascinated with the artwork and the soft melodies of the guitars that the customers brought from home, or the grand piano by the entrance being played by whoever thought they were good enough to have the entire studio hear them. I was always amazed by those people, by their confidence, it was different from the kind that I possessed and I enjoyed being in its presence. No one has dared to play the piano in months though, not in my visits to the diner. 

"Thank you, Lali." I nod my head to the waitress that serves me almost every night and she smiles back as always.

I continue my watercolor painting enjoying the ambient sounds of guitars and what I’m pretty sure is a ukulele when suddenly I hear it. My head snaps up and my eyes land on the brown haired man focusing on the keys of the grand piano. Others in the diner still their movements as they stare, those who are sitting around me stop talking and listen to the melody that he's producing. He continues to play a song that I've never heard before, an original maybe? The beauty in the notes that he's playing makes me close my eyes as the music builds me up to a feeling of bliss that I haven’t felt in what feels like forever. 

As the piece picks up speed I start to wonder about its purpose. Is it an ode to tragedy or love? They are both one in the same in the end but I'd love to pick his brain. Suddenly the melody comes to a halt before he lightly strokes the last three keys. The sound of the last key drags out beautifully and applause erupts quickly after. The young man's head jolts upward and a small dimpled grin plays upon his lips before he stands and playfully bows before the studio. As the studio calms down I watch him carefully as he picks up his bag and makes his way to the counter to order a drink. I can’t help myself as I find myself ear hustling. 

"That was beautiful." One of the employees that I don't know that well raves. 

"Thank you, I appreciate it." His response is dry, he's uninterested. 

"Chan?" Lali calls from the pick up counter and I glance back to watch him pick up his drink. He smiles warmly at Lali but he's still uninterested, what is he interested in? He scans the studio searching for a spot to sit and I quickly continue painting. He makes his way past my booth and I decide to go in for the kill. 

"Excuse me." He turns around to me and his eyes soften once they land on mine, why's he so tense?

"May I ask what you got to drink? It looks divine." The same small grin as before plays upon his lips as he turns completely to me.

"An iced black tea with mint and cream." 

"Oh, wow that sounds as divine as it looks, thank you." His eyes stay on mine as I offer him a smile and for the first time since he's stood from the piano he seems interested.

"It's my pleasure, I can't help but notice your painting. It's beautiful, truly stunning." Tapping the end of my paint brush against the table I shrug at him. 

"It's alright, I'm experimenting with watercolor tonight. Would you like to have a seat?" I wave my hand towards the seat across from me and he kindly accepts. Sliding into the booth I get a swift whiff of his scent, a musk of some sort, Egyptian? Himalayan maybe.

"I'm not much of an artist, the world of paint intimidates me." He chuckles and I bring my hand up to rest my chin in the palm. 

"Funny, you don't seem like the type to be intimidated by much." His eyebrow raises at my response as he lets it linger, he clearly doesn't plan to ask what I mean. He's waiting for me to elaborate, but I'm not the type to volunteer information and he doesn't seem like the type to ask about it. 

"Do you come here often?" He asks disregarding my previous comment, I can't help but chuckle. 

"Every other week since I was thirteen, I upgraded to every day at 9pm a year ago." He shakes his head and sips his drink.

"I'm passing through this town, thought I'd look for a place to relax and stop driving for a while." 

"You made a wonderful choice stopping here, especially since you seem to be a fellow creative. That was a beautiful piece you played earlier." He nods and offers a quiet thank you. "Have you always played? Or have you just recently learned how to move your fingers like that?" 

There his eyebrow goes again, raised and displaying his curiosity. "I've always played." 

"Oh, how wonderful you must have such a careful way of doing things then. I've always found that those who play the piano are drawn towards the more intricate things in life." 

We stare at each other for a few seconds, both grinning and scanning each other. He breaks our gaze, sitting up straighter he pushes his drink over to me.

"Have a taste." His eyes meet mine again and this time I challenge his gaze, holding it as I wrap my lips around the straw and suck up the tasty liquid. "Don't be greedy, now." 

A small moan escapes me at the sound of his warning. Releasing the straw from my lips I grin at him. "Delicious, the mint is a really nice touch." 

"Would you like for me to get you one?" 

"No thank you, I like yours." The chuckle that falls from his lips stirs something up in me that I haven't felt in a while. He's flipping a switch that no one has been able to in a while and I am loving it. 

"What do you do for a living?" Eyebrows furrowed and both elbows on the table he awaits my answer. 

"I'm an art professor." There goes that eyebrow raise. 

"Professor? Excuse me for my rudeness but my curiosity is getting the best of me. May I ask your age?" 

"You may." He's visibly amused by my answer. He's clearly a bit younger than me. He's easy to get to but not too easy. 

"Twenty-five and yourself?" 

"Twenty-three" I knew it, experienced but not too much. "Too young for you?"

"Not at all, you'll be fun to seduce." There go those damn eyebrows, I wonder if he knows he's doing that at this point. I'm not mad at it, it's just interesting. 

"Seduce, huh?" 

"Mhm, I'm already turning you on." He leans forward in his seat and folds his arms. 

"How so?" 

" You like that I'm not easy to read, you're also into the fact that we both dabble in the arts of some sort. You're impressed by my age and my beauty, and you've been keeping consistent eye contact with me. Not to mention your manspreading which when across from an attractive female is an invitation to make an advance." He leans back against the booth, arms still crossed. 

"Are you sure you don't teach psychology?" Smiling in his direction I nod before checking the time. 

"Drive me home?" Checking his watch he keeps his eyes on me as I pack my art supplies.

"Is 11:15pm your cut off time here?" Grabbing his bag and finishing his drink he slides over to the end of the seat. 

"Not usually, but I have to get to the next step in seducing you." Laughing, he stands and grabs my bag for me. 

"I should've probably told you this before but I'm actually driving down to see my girlfriend." Shrugging my shoulders I pass him.

"And I'm married, your point?" Making my way through the doors of the studio I close my eyes briefly as the night air brushes my skin, the beginning of fall is always so relaxing. 

"This way." Brushing his hand along the small of my back he starts walking towards his black Mercedes Benz G-Class. I guess he's not bothered by my relationship status, I'm glad we're on the same page. "After you." Opening the door for me and placing my bag at my feet he closes it after me and I quickly do a breath and pit check before he gets to the driver's side. Once he's inside he asks where I live and I say nothing, looking over at me I meet his gaze and smile at him. 

"I never got your name.” he relaxes into his seat 

"Chan, and yours" I don't plan on answering him, it's actually best if I don't. His breath hitches in his throat as I begin to palm him through his jeans. 

"I like to think about how you'll recall this memory over the next couple of months." Getting on my knees in the passenger seat I leaned over to unbuckle his belt. "How you'll recall the blissful feeling of my mouth on you, the nameless woman you met at the studio." 

Unzipping his pants teasingly slow, neither of us break our continuous gaze. "How I'm so much better than the girl you're going to visit, sexier, more spontaneous. Has she ever sucked you off in your car?" He shakes his head revealing the obvious answer.

"I didn't think so." My mouth sinks down his shaft and he draws in a deep breath. His hand tangles into my hair and the other grips the steering wheel. He clearly hasn't received oral in awhile, I'd be surprised if he lasts longer than three minutes. 

"Oh my fucking god" He rests his head against the headrest and his grip on my hair gets tighter as I work his shaft, my tongue playing with the underside of his dick where his head and shaft meet, my favorite part of any man's cock. "You're pretty fucking good at that, baby." 

Humming in response I take his length deeper down my throat swallowing around him. I think that today I'll try not to use my hands, I'd like to make him finish strictly with my mouth. "Shit, babe let me kiss you." 

Humming in response I continue to work my head up and down his dick. "I said let me fucking kiss you." Pulling my head up off of him he holds my chin in place as his lips aggressively meet mine. Moaning into him I part my lips allowing his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth as he pleases. His hand explores my body, fondling my breast and Tracing the dips of my curvy figure. 

"You're a fucking slut aren't you?" Moaning at the sound of his husky voice I nod. "Finish a sluts job then." Pushing my head back down to his cock I open my mouth taking his member back down my throat. Groans and moans fall from our mouths as I sucked him, the anticipation of his sticky cum coating my throat excites me. 

"Just like that, give me all of that pretty mouth." His cock twitches in my mouth and I start to slow down eliciting a frustrated groan from Chan as well as a slap on the ass. "Don't you tease me, slut." 

Smiling slightly I pick up the pace finding my rhythm, it's not long before he explodes in my mouth gifting me with the taste of him. Swallowing every last drop I sit up and start preparing to make my escape when he grabs my wrist and ushers me over into his lap. Leaning back into the steering wheel I accidentally honk the car horn with my backside and we both chuckle after the surprise and panic subside. Adjusting his seat so that it's further away from the steering wheel and slightly leaned back I adjust myself so that I'm comfortable before crashing my lips to his. Grinding into him my skirt rides up revealing my bare ass and his hand wastes no time gripping a handful and landing a firm smack on either cheek eliciting a deep moan from me. Before I realize it his length slips inside of me filling me up and reaching every spot that I need him to. 

"Fuck, oh my god." Moans uncontrollably spill as he thrusts up into me. 

"What about you, huh? Are you going to think about the guy you met at the studio? How he seduced you just as effectively as you did him." Picking up his speed he finds a rhythm that is bound to make me cum early. " How he made you cum so quickly that you can't fathom what a night with him would be like." Just as those words leave his mouth my orgasm washes over me in a wave stronger than any man has ever caused before. 

"Or how about the way he kept you coming over and over again." One of his hands snaked down to my pussy and started aggressively rubbing my currently sensitive clit. The other hand lifted my shirt to reveal my bare chest, lifting his knee a bit and pushing me forward. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he readjusts his other hand to replace his length with two fingers, as his thumb finds and rubs my clit. Bouncing with the rhythm of his fingers I end up riding his digits as my second orgasm crashes into me. 

"Chan" All I manage to moan out is his name, the only thing I can remember at this point is his name and maybe how to breathe but even that seems to be failing me at the moment. I climax for a third time and he releases my nipple from his mouth. 

"You look so pretty while you ride my fingers, go ahead and come for me again, kitten." I can't help but to completely let loose at the sound of him as my final orgasm rips through my body. I become limp on top of him and he slowly removes his fingers from me and slips them into his mouth. "Just as sweet as I thought you'd be." 

Littering kisses up my neck and cheek he lifts me up a bit to meet his gaze. "You better clean yourself up, I'd hate for your husband to start a fight with you and ruin your night." Smiling over at him I sit up and pull down my shirt. Then climb back over into the passenger seat and pull down my skirt. Chan fixes the driver's side chair and I wipe my mouth with my forearm, my formerly messy hair is still messy so that's not a problem at all. Suddenly Chan grabs the back of my neck, ushering my face towards his and our lips meet In a heated kiss. I let his lips linger and dance with mine for a while before pulling away.

"Thank you for seducing me." He smiles teasingly as I laugh.

"It was my pleasure." Bending down and grabbing my bag I open the passenger door. 

"Where are you -" 

"My husband picks me up from here at 12:10am every night." Smiling over at him I almost close the door completely before opening it again. He looks at me hopefully with those damn eyebrows raised and his small grin painted upon his lips, I felt a wave of heat wash over me and I couldnt help what I said next. "Y/n."

"Y/n, thank you." Smiling, I look down at my feet before closing the car door and turning on my heels heading back inside of the studio. Walking up to the counter I smile at Lali as she asks what I'd like. 

"A large iced black tea with mint and cream, please."

[mrprettywhenhecries]

✦ Name ✦ Winrey "Win" Jane Lewis

✦ Face claim ✦ Kailee Morgue

✦ Age ✦ 18 (in 1984)

✦ Birthdate ✦ 10/01/1967

✦ Zodiac Sign ✦ Libra

✦ Orientation ✦ Bisexual & Polyamourous

✦ Love interest(s) ✦ Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington

[Read her story: I Don't Think You Notice • tumblr | ao3 ] Note: I'm going to be rewriting/changing parts of this fic soon, since just as I had started writing the third part the Steve thirst hit hard and I decided I wanted to change it from just a Billy/oc fic to Billy/oc/Steve fic. Look for the updated first chapter soon!

✦ Friends ✦ Tina, Carol, Vicky (ex friends), Heather Halloway, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson

✦ Occupation ✦ high school senior, works part time at Sam Goody when Starcourt opens, after the mall closes she gets a receptionist job at the mechanic shop Billy also works at.

✦ Physical Appearance ✦ 5’1", 110lbs, petite, grey eyes, bleached blonde hair in a short bob with bangs and darker roots, pierced lip (right side), small stick & poke tattooed star on left temple

✦ Likes ✦ horror films, sleeping in, mint chocolate chip ice cream & chocolate cake, muscle cars (especially her dad's 69' Chevelle COPO 427), swimming, loud music, collecting chintz, stargazing, big time wrestling/wwf

✦ Dislikes ✦ bugs, fake friends, small towns, being lied to, being underestimated, algebra, spiders/bugs, spicy food, pineapple on pizza, the anniversary of her mom's death

✦ Vices ✦ smoking, weed, whiskey, driving too fast, public/semi-public sex, partying, not wearing pants when home alone

✦ Personality ✦ loyal, determined, street smart, witty, flirtatious, stealthy, moody, aloof, quick to shut people out, stubborn, holds grudges, jealous

✦ Favorite Bands ✦ Blondie, Billy Idol, Pat Benatar, Heart, KISS, Tom Waits, Van Halen, Judas Priest, Fleetwood Mac, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi

✦ Favorite Movie(s) ✦ Mad Max, Blade Runner, The Lost Boys, Halloween, Better Off Dead

✦ Backstory ✦ Originally from Chicago, Win lost her mother, Ellery, as a teenager, leaving her lost and embittered. Not long after her mother’s passing, unable to process his own grief, her father, David, threw himself into his work, spending long hours away from home and leaving Win unsupervised most of the time. In an attempt to ignore her predicament and fill the void inside her, Win similarly found things to distract herself, mostly vandalism and sex.

At the beginning of her senior year, Win's father was offered a job at Hawkins Lab and he accepted, relocating the two of them to the rural town, hoping the change of scenery would be good for her, and Win was quickly branded as the popular new girl. Though Win couldn't really stand the "friends" she made, she figured it was better than being a loner. Little did she know how much everything would change with the arrival of Billy Hargrove.

[ See her Full Bio Here! 💚✨] [ Alternate Outfits #1 ]

[candy-floss-crazy]

Willy Wonka is every child’s idol, his ability to make the most magical flavoured sweets, the bright colours, the fun factory, the shapes and textures and when he opened his factory to the six children as an eager child when you watched the film you could almost taste the sweets as you followed the story round the jaw dropping factory.  The edible garden, the everlasting gobstopper, the fizzy lifting drink, the willy wonka chocolate bar, the lickable wallpaper, and the one that caught everyone’s attention the Three course meal gum. Imagine how amazing the experience would be to have a starter, main and desert all in one piece of chewing gum, a meal on the go would be so convenient. Such a good idea yet more than 40 years on and were all still waiting to be able to go into the local Asda or Morrison’s and purchase some of this gum! Willy Wonka Style Dessert Created In Scotland It seems that Scotland may be one step closer to this than the rest of the united kingdom after a Gelateria in Inverness created the ‘world’s first burns supper ice cream’ although this may not be the chewing gum that we all wanted it is a step in the right direction and has become a viral sensation. Scotland have officially created the first Willy Wonka style desert. The Gelateria are claiming that this is the first time Haggis, Neeps and Tatties have been made into an ice cream which they then top this off with a whisky cream sauce. Both the boss and employees from the venue promise that this main/desert tastes amazing in their social media post entitled ‘Who wants to try the world’s first full burns supper gelato?’ proved very popular racking up hundreds of likes and more than 8,000 viewers. Rabbie Burns Day The willy wonka style desert ice cream was created to help celebrate Rabbie Burns Day and his 260th Birthday. Available for a limited time only they received a number of positive comments. Personally I don’t think I’d be joining in trying this special desert as something about cold haggis is very off putting however I do feel that Willy Wonka would be proud of this creation and I do hope this is a start to some unique and special deserts being created. I don’t know about you but I would be partial to try a spaghetti bolognaise ice cream or maybe sausage egg and beans ice cream! It definitely vary’s from the original boring flavours such as the vanilla, strawberry and mint choc chip. Burns Night Article Read the full article

[xe-company]

PRBLM CHLD PROFILE & FACTS

➢ BASICS

STAGE NAME: Problem Child / PRBLM CHLD

BIRTH NAME: Nam Chanwoo

NATIONALITY: Korean

BIRTH PLACE: Seoul, South Korea

BIRTHDAY: July 18th, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

HEIGHT: 181.5 cm (5’11”)

WEIGHT: 62 kg (136 lbs)

BLOOD TYPE: AB

➢ SOCIAL MEDIA

INSTAGRAM: @ namchannieee

TWITTER: @ PRBLMCHILD

YOUTUBE: PRBLMCHLD

➢ GROUP INFORMATION

GROUP: N/A

SUB UNIT: N/A

POSITION: N/A

FACE + VOICE CLAIMS: Yeonjun [TXT]

➢ FACTS

He is the middle child of three brothers; Milo Nam / Nam Seobin (97′), him, and Benjamin Nam / Nam Hyunjae (01′) who are also idols in groups SOUR CANDY and TWiSTED, respectively. 

He was born in Seoul but was raised in San Francisco, California for seven years.

Nicknames: Korea’s Eros / Korea’s Cupid, Valentine, Chani, 

Despite his dark concept with his music and sound, many fans of his and other groups often call him Cupid/Eros for his appearance. 

Respective Emoji: ⚠️[WARNING SYMBOL}

He’s currently an MC on Inkigayo.

He can speak English, Korea, and Japanese fluently; He can speak conversational Mandarin Chinese. 

He was originally in the lineup for XECOMPANY’s boy group GOD COMPLEX and was almost in the lineup for CASSIOPEIASM’s SOUR CANDY.

His favorite ice cream is chocolate fudge.

His favorite color is mint green and lavender.

He’s set to debut officially MARCH 21ST, 2024; but he has a Youtube channel where he uploads original songs and covers. 

He is a former CUBE Entertainment trainee.

[lookingforluna]

Rotate || C. San

❥ Pairing: Choi San x Reader

❥ Word Count: 9.4k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut, non-idol au, fluff, humor

❥ Warnings: lots of smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, San's mouth is filthy, jealous San, creampie, intercourse

❥ Summary: During a late-night ice cream run to the supermarket, you bump into a handsome guy with a green streak in his hair that claims to have met you at the club the weekend before. When you confess to not remembering him, he becomes determined to make sure you never forget him again.

❥ Moodboard: Edit 1

❥ Song Inspiration: Rotate (Clockwise) by Rak-Su

❥ A/N: This is my first ever ATEEZ fanfic, so much longer than originally planned. I recently joined the fandom 2-3 weeks ago, and I'm so excited to start writing. As you can tell, San is my bias, and this man makes me WEAK in the knees. I have so many fics planned, so please support me! I hope you guys like this one! Can't wait to make new ATINY friends <3

Hmm, should you try one of the new flavors? Usually, you stick to buying the mango-flavored mochi ice cream, but today there was a new arrangement of flavors on display. Green Tea, Red Bean, Strawberry, Vanilla, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

“I recommend the mint chocolate chip. It’s one of my favorites.” A soft voice interrupts your thought process, causing you to turn around only to see an incredibly attractive guy standing behind you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, not used to handsome guys just walking up and talking to you. If anything, they didn’t really look your way, and if they did, they never approached you.

“Oh well, thank you for the suggestion,” you shyly smile, giving a slight head nod before turning around. Your fingers trail over the mint chocolate chip package, seriously considering it. Mint chocolate chip wasn’t exactly your favorite, but you weren’t against it. 

“Don’t you remember me?”

The question catches you off guard as you stare at him, trying to organize your thoughts. You were certain you would remember this man from just the bright green streak in his hair, but you couldn’t place him.

The more you gaze at his face, the more his features remind you of a fox. His face shape is very defined, and his jawline is so intense. God certainly took his time with this creation. For some reason, you couldn’t move away from his eyes and how they remained fixed on your own.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. Should I?”

You honestly wanted to curse yourself at this moment as his eyes flitted over your frame. The thought of dressing up as you did a quick run to the supermarket didn’t cross your mind. It was late at night, and you just wanted something cool to help with the boiling summer heat. That meant running out of the house in a slightly cropped white t-shirt and short black biker shorts.

This night would always be stuck in the back of your head forever. The words your father always told you about looking presentable in public suddenly entered your mind, and of course, you should’ve listened to his advice.

“I’m San. We danced together in the club last weekend,” he says, as the tip of his tongue does a quick swipe across his pink lips.

That simple motion was enough to make your knees buckle, but you must keep it together. Thinking back to that night, your close friend Jackson had you taking long shots straight from a Hennessey bottle. The only reason you couldn't remember him is probably cause you were drunk off your ass.

He doesn’t need to know that.

Truth is, San caused something to stir in your stomach. It had been such a long time since a guy actually gave you attention like this, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. He was far from the guys you typically went after, and maybe that’s a good thing.

The last thing you want is to seem desperate, though the only way to avoid that is to seem uninterested. Or at least seem hard to get.

“I’m sorry, your name doesn’t ring a bell. I danced with many people that night,” you explain, sounding calm and confident. The original reason you entered the supermarket returns to your mind, and you focus on the shelves again, your body turning away from him.

From the corner of your eye, San straightens his posture, not expecting that answer from you at all. He knew you wouldn’t have been alone at the club. Of course, you would have caught the eyes of many guys, but he was certain you would’ve remembered him at least.

“I guess you weren’t that memorable,” you finish, settling on the mint chocolate chip mochi box.

As you turn around, ready to leave, your breath hitches at San’s tall frame looming over you. His eyes are different from before. Instead of the bright wide doe-eyed guy from earlier, his eyes are darker, more intense, and slightly narrowed. You hadn’t realized how tall he was before, but here you were, craning your neck to look up at him.

His plush lips part when suddenly a familiar voice breaks the heated staredown.  

“Woah, Y/N! I see you’ve met San!”

An energetic Wooyoung makes his way to San, followed by Hongjoong, hands full of different chips and snacks. San’s eyes flicker between you and the guys when suddenly something registers in his mind. Wooyoung drapes an arm over San’s shoulder, pulling him close and creating some distance between the two of you.

“You guys know each other?” San beats you to ask the question. It certainly was a small world, after all.

Wooyoung laughs while patting San on the chest before looking at you, “This is our childhood best friend we kept telling you about. He just moved to the city.”

What were the chances you would run into the guy you had heard countless stories about almost every day?

“So this is the best friend you guys talk about every time we hang out?” You do a quick once over of him, matching his image to the third friend in the stories you always wondered about.

“Well, it looks like I am memorable after all,” San slightly smirks as his eyes focus on yours, widening, and cheeks lightly flushing.

“Are we missing something?” Hongjoong asks as he stands next to you, him and Wooyoung exchanging glances.

“It’s nothing important,” you quickly reply, earning a slight scoff from San as he runs his fingers through his black hair, muscles flexing from the motion.  

Hongjoong organizes the snacks in his hands as he turns to look at you.

“Are you busy tonight? You should come out with us.”

Wooyoung’s loud laughter causes a couple a few feet away to pause and stare before returning to their shopping.

“Y/N busy? Do you see what she’s wearing? You’re having one of your depressing movie nights, aren’t you?”

Wooyoung motions to the box of ice cream in your hand before shaking his head in laughter. Of course, you were so predictable. He and Hongjoong knew you like the back of their hands. Your routine on Saturday nights was usually the same if you weren’t with them or other friends.

“They aren’t depressing! You just don’t have taste,” you exclaim, crossing your arms and glaring at him, a small pout appearing on your face.

“No, I have to agree. Watching The Notebook and Dear John on a Saturday night is depressing,” Hongjoong agrees while squishing you against his side in a comforting hug.

San stands there watching the little conversation between the three of you in silence. He could see why Hongjoong and Wooyoung would be close friends with you. In a way, you reminded him of himself.

Back home, he would usually stay in on the weekends and hang out in front of the TV, preferring to be alone. Since moving to the new city, though, he wanted to break those old habits, so he agreed to go out with the guys tonight.    

“Fine, I’ll go out with you guys tonight, but on one condition,” you say, breaking San away from his thoughts as he glances down at your small self.

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you finally going to the club with them.

“Wooyoung’s buying my ice cream,” you say, tossing the box into his hand with a grin before walking ahead of them, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“Ya! I’m always buying your ice cream, I swear!” Wooyoung shouts jokingly as he follows behind you, happy you agreed to their plans.

Hongjoong catches up to them, San trailing behind as he watches how your hips sway with each step. A smile breaks across his lips as he thinks of you, realizing that he enjoys your feistiness more than he expected.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know how I feel about this dress,” you nervously express while pivoting back and forth in front of the mirror.

It was far from anything you had ever worn out to the club. The dress was bought sometime last summer while on a trip with a few close friends of yours. They had convinced you to buy it, exclaiming that it was about time you stepped out of your comfort zone.

The last thing you expected was for Wooyoung to pull it out from the depths of your closet and toss it on the bed, a pair of matching sparkly black heels beside it. You tend to stray away from sparkly short dresses, but this one caught your attention because of the beautiful strappy back.

The self-conscious feeling begins to rise at the idea of forgoing a bra. You always wore bras in every dress you bought, but the intricate back of this one made it impossible.

“Oh, come on! I’ve never seen you in something like this! You look banging too!” He shouts while motioning to your figure as if presenting you to an audience.

Well… maybe you could wear it out. The dress was bound to come out of the closet at some point, and Wooyoung was the only one who could convince you to wear it. You had let your hair down in loose curls and decided to keep your makeup simple. You did your regular face routine with the addition of some eyelashes, winged eyeliner, and of course, a bold red lip.

While you were busy studying yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t noticed that Wooyoung had left the room, heading out to call for a ride to the club.

Instead, standing in his place against your bedroom door stood San, his brown eyes scanning over your body multiple times before settling on your face. He was certain you were trying to put him into a trance. He couldn’t figure out where to look, completely captivated by you.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure about this. I’ve never worn anything like this. Some guys can get touchy in the club, and I don’t want to start any problems,” you huff out a little disappointed before turning around.   

You almost stumble a little, completely unaware of the moment San entered your room. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed and noticeable beneath the fitted black dress shirt he wore, the first two buttons opened and exposing his chest. The black skinny jeans he wore pressed against his legs a little too perfect as he straightened himself.

“You look stunning in that,” he says, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than before.

It’s hard to swallow as you look at him, trying to avoid eye contact but hopelessly failing. He has siren eyes; you're sure of it. The man might even be a siren himself or some damn mythical creature. That might not even be the right word to describe him, but all you know is that it becomes hard to breathe every time he’s near.

“T-thank you,” you manage to stutter out, nerves on complete display for him. His light chuckle warms your heart as he steps towards you, eyes locked on your own.

Your fingers fumble with the short fabric at the end of your dress, lightly biting down on your bottom lip before releasing it.

“I'm not sure. I know how guys are at the club. I don’t want to get into any problems,” you nervously explain to San, his head tilting to hear your concern.

His brows furrow in confusion, and you’re sure he hadn’t thought about that. Maybe he would agree that you should change out of the short dress and put on something else.

“That’s not an issue. Wear the dress. I can fight,” he softly breathes, the look on his face absolutely serious and firm. This was when you were sure your knees would buckle from that sentence and look alone.

Luckily before you can reply, Hoongjoong enters the room, announcing that the ride is 5 minutes away. You stumble back a little, caught off guard by Hongjoong and aware of the proximity between you and San.

Before you can fall back, San’s strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you forth and right into his chest. A soft floral and sweet scent enters your senses, and all you want to do is bury yourself there.

“Ya! Y/N, you’re so clumsy. Let’s go,” Wooyoung shouts, dragging you away from San before looking back and shooting his friend a wink.

San stands there in shock, not expecting Wooyoung to pick up on his interest in you. He thought he was doing well keeping it a secret, but clearly not well enough if Wooyoung noticed. 

I just wanna see you rotate, both ways

I just wanna see you rotate, slowly

The music booms loudly in your ears as the bass thunders in your chest, and your favorite song begins. The club was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes went by. The four of you had been here about a little over an hour, and the vibes were only getting better.

“This is my song! Let me show you!”

Your voice is barely heard over the sound of the music as you shout to Hongjoong, your hands in the air and hips swaying to the rhythm. Wooyoung had disappeared some time ago, most likely looking for some girl to take home.

The last time you saw San, he was sitting at the bar, a few girls immediately flocking towards him. Of course, it made you feel some type of way, the way he smiled at them, but the two of you aren’t together.

He’s single.

And so are you.

“Oooo, wait, take this shot first and let me see!” Hongjoong yells as he pushes what’s probably your fifth tequila shot of the night into your hands, quickly downing his own. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts as the cool liquid slides down your throat, the burn immediately settling in your stomach as a new wave of confidence takes over.

Your hands glide up and down your arms as the rhythm and lyrics take over your body. The flashing blue and green laser lights of the nightclub gave you an adrenaline rush, your skin heating up from the shot and other bodies brushing up against you.

Hongjoong disappears from your sight for a few seconds before he reappears, tugging your wrist towards the bar. 

Mingi, the tall and buff bartender you became quick acquaintances with due to your many appearances at his club, sent a wink your way before he tapped the counter twice. Confusion settles onto your face as your head tilts to the side, Hongjoong pulling you next to him.

“Only for you! Just this once!”

Mingi shouts before his hands rest on your waist, and you’re hoisted up until your heels touch the flat surface of the counter. Your heart stammers at the realization that they want you to dance on the bar. Cheers and shouts erupt around you as people start to notice.   

One time, let me put it 'pon ya

Two times, let me put it 'pon ya

The nerves slowly vanish as you feel the music, your hips ticking side to side as more people corner around the bar. The attention you’re feeling only empowers you even more as you lean forward, arching your back and moving your waist in a slow wine.    

Three times I try, you caught my eye

You know what's on my mind

You glance around at the crowd, drowning in the attention and feeling of so many eyes amazed by you. When you make contact with those familiar, dark, and slightly narrowed eyes, your breath falters a little. San sits at the end of the bar, body leaning back against the chair as he tracks your every turn, dip, and bend. 

“Wooo, you look hot, Y/N,” Wooyoung shouts as he appears behind San, hand resting on his shoulder. Wooyoung raises his shot in the air to you before sending it back down his awaiting mouth.

Why you acting so shy?

Come and take the spotlight

Gracefully and in time with the beat, you dance towards the end of the bar, very aware of the girls sitting on each side of San, watching you with bitter stares. Just as your favorite part of the song plays, you drop low in front of him, aware of how high your dress rises, barely covering your ass.

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

The alcohol floods your veins as Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Mingi, and the screams of other people sound in your ear. Your fingers fasten in the top of your hair as your hips twist in circles, fingers moving to caress down your arms, putting on a sexy show for one man in particular.

San licks his lips, one eyebrow lifting as his eyes take in every inch of your body, your ass on display for him, and god was he blessed. Never had he ever received a dance from a girl in all of his years of dancing, and from the way, you were gazing at him, he knew this was his first.

As the song comes to a slow finish and the next one starts, Mingi helps you down the bar, and you make your way towards the three guys you entered the club with. 

Wooyoung and Hongjoong pull you in between them, squishing you against their warm bodies as they hug you close.

“I have never seen you dance like that,” Hongjoong shouts as he looks at you in complete awe.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re not a dancer with smooth movements like those,” San says before taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

“See, that’s a huge compliment coming from a dancer like San!”

Hongjoong smiles as he looks between the two of you. You knew from the countless stories Wooyoung told that he was a pretty well-known backup dancer, but you hadn’t realized he was that good, and your cheeks began to heat up.

“This was all my doing,” Wooyoung says as he looks at you, “I knew the dress would bring out a different side of you that you’ve been hiding!”

A soft smile settles across your face as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you would’ve been bold enough to dance like that on the bar in a different dress. With all their eyes on you and no idea what to say, you thought of the one thing that would make you feel more relaxed.

“How about another round of shots?!” You begin to walk away and head towards Mingi on the other side of the bar without waiting for a reply when Hongjoong’s hands suddenly shoot onto your shoulders.

“Woah, we just had a shot less than 10 minutes ago.”

Hongjoong was right about that, but taking a shot might ease your nerves around San. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with that intense stare as he sips his drink. You had no idea what he was drinking, but if you had to guess, maybe it was vodka.

“Yea, wait here. I’m gonna get you water instead,” Wooyoung shouts over the loud music before ruffling your hair a little and heading towards the busy bartender.

“Water? Are you guys serious? I’m not even drunk,” You pout, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He tries so hard to hold his laugh in but fails and just shakes his head at you. His soft hands reach up to unclasp yours from his neck, looking over at San as he speaks.

“Please watch her. She’s had her fun for the night. I’m gonna call for a ride to take her home,” Hongjoong explains.

San sends a smile his way, assuring him not to worry about you. Now that Hongjoong leaves, reality sinks in. You’re stuck here with San watching you. All you want to do is disappear into the crowd of people, and that’s exactly what the voice in your head tells you to do.

Just as you get about five feet away and into the crowd, a really tight grip encircles your hips, pulling your hips flush against a firm body. The hardness against your back is the first thing you notice, and you’re in shock.

Before you even turn around, the presence behind you fades as if it was in your imagination. The hardness was there one second and gone within half a second.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hands.”

The low and threatening voice is the first thing you notice as your eyes land on a fuming San. His jaw clenches as he fists the shirt of some guy clearly drunk off his ass, now looking like a deer in headlights. The guy raises both hands in surrender as he mumbles out a jumble of words before San lets him go, and he takes off.

Standing there, you’re unsure what to do. Maybe you should thank him, but you didn’t ask him to do that. You didn’t need him to protect you, but he still did it. He’s still pissed. You can tell from the way he stands there, still looking in the direction of the guy, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

A deep breath exits his mouth as he turns around to look at you, his face immediately relaxing as his brown eyes meet yours. You swallow, mouth feeling dry as he slowly walks over to you, head tilting as he studies your face. One of his ring-clad fingers ghosts over your cheek before tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“Are you okay?” San asks as his eyes soften.

Out of all the expressions you had seen from him, this was a first. You didn’t think it was possible for him to show concern since he was always looking at you with those narrowed eyes. All you can do is nod, not able to trust your voice because of the way he’s looking at you.

“It’s because of this dress. Some bastards can’t keep their hands to themselves,” he says while glancing around you before pulling you closer. His hand was comfortably resting on your lower back, the heat from his palm warming up your skin and making it hard to breathe.

“What? You told me to wear the dress in the first place,” you complain, suddenly feeling disappointment fill your head at the thought of him not liking the dress.

As if reading your thoughts, he pushes his tongue into his cheek before sucking his teeth. He noticed how quickly your face had fallen and couldn’t stand seeing you like that.

“I did tell you to wear it. I love the way you look too,” he says, voice more serious as he glances down at you.

“I just don’t like anyone else enjoying the same view as me,” he whispers, tongue wetting his lips as he sucks it into his mouth.

The change in your breathing doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he slowly leans in closer, your senses overtaken by that same soft floral, sweet scent you associated him with. San’s grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his minty breath wash over your face as he gets closer.

“There you two are!” Wooyoung’s shout makes the two of you jump apart quickly, your friend grinning like a Chesire cat because of the position he had caught you two in.

“Here’s your water, Y/N. Hongjoong was looking for you guys. The ride is gonna be here soon,” he explains as you down the water, the ice coldness soothing your throat and taking away some of the heat you had been feeling.

Wooyoung stands there, eyes flickering between you and San as he shakes his head and slaps him on the back, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“We should go meet Hongjoong,” San shouts over the loud music, unsure how to make things less awkward for you now that Wooyoung had almost seen the two of you kiss.

You nod in agreement, still chugging the water down as the two of them follow closely behind you. Little did you know that the two of them were playfully pushing each other around, Wooyoung excited about the thought of you and San together. 

“Damn, where the hell did Wooyoung go?” Hongjoong groans as he looks around the front of the building used to this happening. He was always taking on the parent role in the group even if he didn’t want to.

“I thought you saw him sneak back into the club with that blonde girl,” San comments while shrugging his shoulders, clearly not concerned with his friend’s whereabouts.

You stifle a laugh as Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down the side of his forehead from his constant running around before he once again enters the nightclub.

“Wait here for the ride,” he orders, giving you both one last look before entering the swarm of bodies.

Right as he enters the building, two girls walk out, giggles erupting from their lips but suddenly becoming serious as they traipse over to San leaning against the brick exterior. You recognize them as the two girls that were sitting around him earlier in the club.

“What are you waiting here for? You can come home with us,” One of the girls giggles while trailing the tips of her fingers across the top of his exposed chest. The way she looked up at him with giant doll eyes made you want to throw up all the shots you had downed. 

“Yea, we can show you a very good time,” the slightly shorter friend smiles as she squeezes his bicep and earns a soft chuckle from him.

You were pissed at Wooyoung and Hongjoong for leaving you with him. The last thing you wanted was to watch these two girls drool all over him. The worst part about it is that he was actually entertaining them, chuckling and tilting his lips as his eyes flicker back and forth between the two.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, head fuming at what you were witnessing.

It’s been almost 10 minutes since you’ve been waiting for the damn ride and you were done waiting. The cool breeze helps calm your emotions as you begin the walk back to your apartment. This area's streets are pretty noisy, with other people entering and leaving the different strings of clubs up and down the block.

You don’t even glance back to see if San notices you walking away. Truthfully, you didn’t think he would care, and why would he? He was occupied with not one but two girls! Pain shoots through your feet as the aftermath of wearing heels for so long finally begins to settle. Your apartment is only a 10-minute walk away; if you power through the pain, you can make it.

“Y/N, is that you?” The voice causes you to halt in your tracks, turning to notice a very happy and smiling Seonghwa entering your line of sight.

“Oh my gosh, Hwa! It’s so nice to see you!” Excitement runs through your veins, replacing the bitter emotions from before. It was nice to see a familiar face and one that was like family at that.

“Damn, you went to the club like that? Let me see you do a spin,” he grins, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

Giggles erupt from your lips as you twirl for him, the club's neon blue and green lights swirling in your vision. He lets out a low whistle that has your mood soaring through the roof and a wide smile spreading across your face.

“Were you at the club with your friends?” You ask him as he stops spinning you, his hands resting on your hips.

He looks back towards the entryway of the other club, replying, “Yea, I was out with Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho. I’m leaving now, though. I’ve had my fun. Do you need a ride home?”

Someone must have been watching over you because you swear Seonghwa was an angel sent in a time of need when you needed help the most. He grins widely, noting the relief that washes over your face from his offer.

“Yes, please! My feet are killing me, Hongjoong is still looking for Wooyoung in the club, and San is busy with some girls,” you ramble on, voice coming out slower and softer towards the end.

“San,” Seonghwa states instead of questioning, and you’re confused for a second until you feel a firm pressure on your hips, Seonghwa’s hands falling and being replaced with tighter ones.

“Yes, that’s my name.” A shiver runs down your spine as his cool breath hits your neck, your body tensing from his closeness.

Turning around in his arms and away from his body, his warmth immediately leaves you. A frown fixes on his lips from your reaction, but it passes as he looks at Seonghwa, eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, feeling irritated with the way he glares at Seonghwa. His brown eyes shift to your face, brows pulling together as he speaks.

“I was in the middle of a conversation, and when I looked up, you were gone. I saw you turn the corner and followed you. I was worried,” he explains, voice low as he runs through everything in his mind.

The concern in his voice has you softening for a minute, and warmth fills your heart as you realize he came looking for you. Then within a second, it disappears again as he looks at Hwa with that same glare as before.

“We should get going. Our ride is waiting,” he says, dark eyes unwavering from Hwa.

“I’m good. You can go ahead. Seonghwa is going to take me home,” you state. You don’t back down even when San’s dark eyes stare into your soul. Anyone walking by could easily tell he was pissed off from the look on his face alone.

“You’re leaving with me,” he says even more firmly than before. His body inching forward to grab you when suddenly Hwa steps in front of you, clearly finding amusement in San’s reactions.

“She doesn’t want to leave with you. I’ll take her home.”

The last thing you wanted was to see the two of them having a damn dominance contest. You didn’t come to the club to deal with this. It was supposed to be a night of just fun with friends, and now these two were having a pissing contest.

“She came with me. She’s leaving with me,” San grits out, jaw clenching and face getting closer to Seonghwa with each word.

“Listen,” you shout, stepping in front of Seonghwa and placing your hands on San’s chest to push him back a little.

“I’m leaving with Seonghwa. You were so busy earlier that you didn’t even notice me leaving. You can go have fun with your girls. No need for you to take me home.”

You turn away from him, grabbing onto Seonghwa’s wrist as you lead him to the parking lot. Sure, you felt a little bad, but you didn’t like how he wanted your attention one minute and then was busy with another girl elsewhere the next. You have every right to make your own choices, it wasn’t like the two of you were together.

San’s eyes widen in shock as he processes the words that leave your mouth. He didn’t think you would fight him on this. In fact, he thought you would just give in to avoid any more conflict. He feels like shit as he watches you walk away with Seonghwa.

It was true that he was busy talking to those girls, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. He didn’t want to be rude and tell them to stop talking or just walk away from them. He let them continue their words, letting out some awkward chuckles here and there, but the truth is he didn’t even pay attention to the conversation.

He thought you would turn back, return to him and wait for the ride. It wasn’t until you turned the corner that he realized he fucked up. He sprinted from those girls, not caring to apologize or explain as he ran in search of you.

He thought going after you would make things better, but it just seemed to make things worse, and watching you leave with another guy made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Jealous. 

It’s about midnight when you finally slump against the couch after saying bye to Seonghwa. Once you reached home, the dress was immediately off your body and replaced with a soft silk black robe.

The heels are neatly placed in your closet, and the only thing remaining is your makeup. The major downside of going out so late at night is removing all of your makeup, especially the eyelashes.

Scrolling through your phone, you send a quick text to Hongjoong and Wooyoung, letting both of them know you got home safely and that Seonghwa gave you a ride. You don’t expect a text from them, certain they’re still at the club or just leaving.

As you look out the window, you’re happy you left the club when you did. It started drizzling when Seonghwa dropped you off, and now it was pouring. Throwing your phone onto the couch, you decide to go take off your makeup when a knock on your door halts your steps.

Glancing at the clock, you wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour. Assuming it’s most likely Wooyoung or Hongjoon deciding to crash at your place, you swing the door open without a second thought.

The last thing you expect to find is San soaking wet from the rain, clothes dripping wet, hair stuck to his face, and breathing heavily.

He glances at you, noticing the black robe wrapped tightly around your frame, before pushing himself into your apartment. You shut the door, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Where is he?” His chest is moving up and down at a fast and steady pace as he tries to walk by you, his eyes franticly searching all around your apartment.

“Woah, did you run here, San?” You ask, blocking his path as you tug on the side of his black shirt. It was the only thought that came to mind when you noticed how out of breath he was. It had only just started pouring a few minutes ago too.

“Where the hell is he, Y/N? Is he in your room?”

San asks as he begins walking towards your bedroom, a water trail following him. Your hands push against his chest, stopping him before he can even enter the hallway, keeping him in the kitchen and living room area.

“Stop it! You’re dripping water everywhere, San!” 

You shout, becoming upset with the mess that he’s creating in your apartment. Cleanliness is one of the most important things you value. Having things in order is always important to you, and with the mess San is causing on all of your floors, you’re about to pull out his and your hair.    

San looks down at your hands pressing flat against his chest, his own cold hands wrapping around both of your wrists as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Answer my damn question, Y/N! Is he here? Was he her-” His eyes are completely dark and fuming as he stares at you, trying to stop himself from imagining you and that punk together.

“Why the hell does it matter?”

You yell, cutting him off and preventing him from finishing his sentence because his actions are so uncalled for.

It was none of his business if Seonghwa was at your place. Taking a step back, you try to tug your wrists from his grasp, only for him to pull you closer, your chin now touching his chest.

“If you interrupt me one more time, Y/N– so help me, god.” 

“As if I’m gonna listen to you. Please, what are you gonn- ”

Before you can even finish the sentence, your back is against the front door, San’s drenched body pushing against yours and wetting your robe.

“I’ll show you what I can do about it, but first,” he pauses, his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before opening them again and focusing on your eyes.

“I need to know. Were you with him?” The way San asks the question makes your frustration fade away. His voice is soft and almost shaky, as if he’s afraid to hear the answer, but he needs to know. 

“I wasn’t with him. Nothing has ever happened between us, and it never will. I don’t think his boyfriend would be too happy, honestly,” you carefully explain and watch as San’s eyes widen in realization. You can visibly see his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath he had been holding.

“But why were you bothered by him so much?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all. 

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all.

It was hard to read San. At first, you thought he might actually be interested in you, but then the next minute, when other girls were around, it was as if you didn’t exist.

“Because you were with him and not me.”

He leans back a little, his arms by the side of your face still trapping you between his body, but now you could see him entirely. A fake chuckle is all you can do to express how you feel, and from the look of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting that.

“It didn’t seem like you needed me. You had enough girls to occupy you,” you mockingly reply, catching him slightly flinch from your harsh but true words.

A loud sigh passes through his pink lips as he fists a hand through his wet hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

“Fuck… I was trying to stay away from you because you’re friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. I was trying to distract myself because I don’t want to fuck things up,” he explains slowly, thinking about his words carefully.

His eyes remain on yours the entire time he speaks, and you know it’s the truth as you get lost in his dark eyes and his soft, honey voice.

“Then why did you come here?” The question comes out barely above a whisper, almost unheard because of the pouring rain.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you since the first night we met. I know you don’t remember, but I do, and I keep remembering it. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and then I ran into you at the store,” San says as he reaches up to gently caress your cheek with his thumb, not imagining that this moment was actually happening.

A small smile touches his lips as he notices how your eyes close and you lean into him.

“I thought it was just a coincidence at first. I’m not someone who believes in fate, but everything changed for me when I found out Wooyoung and Hongjoong knew you too. No one has ever affected me this much. I just can’t get enough of you,” San breathes out his confession, relieved that it’s all out there but unsure of what happens now.

You’re unsure about your feelings for him as you stare at him. You know you have some, but he’s right. Both of you are friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong, and there’s a risk to the friendship there. If things end badly between you, that could damage many friendships and complicate things.

San starts to feel a little uneasy at your silence. He didn’t expect you to accept his feelings and say you love him, but he expected you to say something at least, even if you rejected him.

Regarding relationships, you were never one to jump into things. You never did one-night stands and considered yourself as someone who prefers long-term relationships.

But as you look at San standing before you and confessing that he hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a second, all of that logic goes out the window and into the storm. You were always thinking with your head; for once, you wanted to let your heart win.

“How badly do you want me?” You quietly ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A groan escapes San’s lips as his tongue wets the surface, “So fucking bad. If it meant giving up dancing to be with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Without any regrets.”

You stare up at the man before you, his hand reaching up, gripping your jaw tightly, his silver rings feeling cold against the warm skin of your cheek. His thumb slowly brushes over your bottom lip, admiring the lust swimming in your eyes and the red flush settling onto your cheeks.

Without thinking, you part your lips and slowly wrap them around his thumb, feeling satisfied as the digit starts to sink further into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” San groans, his eyes hooded in desire, as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, biting his lips as he notices the clear trail of saliva connected to it.

“Kiss me, San.”

That’s all it takes for San to let go and smash his lips onto yours. He kisses softly yet passionately as if he’s trying to get lost in you. He wants to memorize every single curve of your lips and each inch of your mouth as his fingers grip your hips tightly.

It feels as if every inch of your body is on fire, your hands gripping his shirt as you pull him tightly against you. You want more of him. It feels like you’re drowning in his smell, touch, and taste. His fingers draw small circles against your hips over your robe, and the realization of how little clothing you have on hits you.

San lightly teases his tongue against your lips, a smile splitting onto his face as you easily grant him access. His tongue explores your mouth, lightly flicking against your own tongue a few times, giving him complete control.

“Fuck. This is a one-time thing, right?” You manage to say against his lips feeling breathless.

It’s supposed to be a firm statement, but it comes out more like a question. San makes it incredibly hard to think straight when his lips are pressing against yours so rough and hungry. He breaks away from the kiss to talk for a second before continuing his actions.   

“You know that’s a lie,” he murmurs while peppering kisses along your jawline and down to your neck, teeth biting the skin there but not deep enough to break this skin. 

“This might be the first time, but it definitely won’t be the last,” he says against your neck, leaving small hickeys as he continues down to the top of your robe. His flick up to yours, heat swirling in them, gaze darkening and eyes hooded.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whine out, aware of the wetness gathering between your thighs from just his stare alone.

San chuckles against your chest, his warm breath hitting the slightly exposed skin there.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Do you get nervous when I look at you like this?” The smirk on his face is disgustingly sexy, and you can’t argue with him. He knows exactly how to use his expressions to his advantage, leaving you in a mess before him.

With a soft thud, your head leans against the wall as you avoid eye contact with him. His stare wasn’t equivalent to a siren. You were wrong to think that before. He had the eyes of a demon, dark and waiting to devour you.

“Don’t be shy now. Where’s the feisty girl from earlier?”

He mumbles against your chest, purposely avoiding the deep neckline of your robe that reveals some cleavage. His lips leave delicate kisses across your chest, his hands wrapping around your thighs and hosting you up against him.

Pride fills him as you let out a loud and needy whine, pulling his head tightly against your chest as he swiftly kicks his shoes off before entering your bedroom.

San tosses you onto the bed, mesmerized by the way your hair spread out around you in a perfect halo, as the robe comes undone, both sides falling open and exposing your smooth skin.

His teeth immediately sinks into his bottom lip, trying to digest that this was happening. You were here, spread out and so needy for him. Willing to let him touch you in ways you could only dream about. 

“Please touch me, San,” you beg, moving to sit up only to halt your actions, San shaking his head and telling you not to move.

“God, I love when you say my name,” he groans, fingers making quick work of his black buttoned-down shirt and jeans, the clothing left in a pile at the front of your door.

He can’t keep calm as he takes in every uncovered inch of your skin, from the perfect curve of your breasts and hardened nipples to the red panties he had been picturing all night.

The image was stuck in his head from the moment you flashed him in the club during your dance. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not as you dropped in front of him, legs spread at an angle so only he could see between, but thank god you did.

He carefully drops onto his knees, head dipping low as he presses gentle kisses up your feet, ankles, legs, and thighs until he reaches your center.

“San, please just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” you moan, fingers weaving into his hair as you pull him up, his eyes rolling back from your neediness.

“Guess I’ll have to wait until next time to taste you,” he chuckles against your lips, the comment a small reminder that this wouldn’t be the last time.

 You want to tell him not to get his hopes up, but the whiny “just fuck me” is all the confirmation he needs. If he made you feel like this, you would never let him leave your apartment. 

There’s a scraping of teeth, and a battle of tongues as both of your fingers work to remove the remaining fabric on your bodies. San draws back to look at you, a low “fuck” passing his lips as his mouth latches onto your breast, pulling the flesh into his mouth and moaning loudly. His fingers play with your other breast, pulling and twisting at the nipple before giving it the same attention with his mouth.

You can feel his dick, heavy and hard, slip between your thighs and slowly drag against your wet folds. He pauses his sucking and breathlessly says, “Condom?”

As much as you know you shouldn’t, you shake your head. You’re on the pill but don’t know if San has been with anyone else. You also didn’t have any condoms around, not having an actual sex life, but you were certain San carried one with him.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside of me now,” you moan out, pulling San back to your lips as his hands position your legs around his hips.

San is certain he just died and went to heaven. Not only did you want to have sex with him, but you wanted him to fuck you raw. Truth is, he didn’t prepare for this to happen. He didn’t carry condoms with him like most guys because he wasn’t out looking for sex.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” San breathes out as he stares into your eyes, the tip of his dick leaking precum as he pushes through your folds, breaching your entrance.

You feel intoxicated by his touch, the pink head of his dick stretching your walls as the smell of his heavenly cologne overflows around you.

You push your hips down, grinding yourself against his length, taking him in another inch as pleasure washes over the both of you. San licks his lips, eyes glued to where your bodies join, enjoying how he fits so snugly.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you manage to breathe out, continuously clenching as San finally bottoms out completely inside of you. His breathing is just as heavy as yours, experiencing this for the first time. He had never had sex with anyone like this before, and every feeling was magnified.

“You feel so good, baby,” San grunts as he carefully moves his hips back and forth, swearing each time you clench around him.

His hips pick up pace as your moans encourage him, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead as he holds himself up by the forearms, taking in your fucked out expression.

He admires you, your body relaxed and covered in his marks and sweat. In his mind, you looked like a work of art, and he was the proud painter perfecting each brush stroke until you were no longer the clean blank canvas as before. He was determined to leave you a mess, so you would be reminded of his presence in this room even when he wasn’t there.

The sound of his dick moving in and out of you sets your skin ablaze as the squelching sound of your juices gets louder with his hard thrusts. The moans that leave your lips become more obscene as San gives a rough thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper inside of you, hitting that special spot and making your back arch.

“I- I love it when you t-talk dirty,” you struggle to say as the pleasure builds up with each of San’s powerful thrusts.

The smirk that stretches across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes screams trouble. You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. 

You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. He flips you over, dick never slipping out as he thrusts into you from below, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he ruts into you. You’re letting out whines, shaking your head from side to side as the pleasure becomes too intense.

“I know you can take it, baby. I know you love it. Look how good you soak my cock,” San says, his praises encouraging as you look down to watch him disappear into you. His dick is so hard and covered in your wetness, his lower stomach shiny from your arousal.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl. And it’s all for me, right?” He asks as his thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles on it that draw out a long “yes” from you.

“Only for you. Only for you,” you pant against his lips as you lean forward, San’s hands gripping your ass as he pounds into you.

He’s on the brink of cumming, and when he delivers one powerful thrust, he feels you shake, your pussy holding him incredibly tight as you orgasm, wave after wave hitting you, each stronger than the previous.

He manages to fuck you through it, dick pulsing as your walls constrict around him, praising you as more wetness seeps onto him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he grunts, teeth grinding as your tightening and wetness propels him to chase after his own orgasm as his eyes have trouble finding a place to focus.

He’s reeling in pleasure as the images in front of him take over his mind. His eyes flicker between his thick cock disappearing between your swollen lips, sliding in and out of your wetness and your glassy eyes staring down at him. 

“Please give it to me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please, San,” you beg, your words coming out high-pitched and desperate. It was all San needed to hear from you. You didn’t have to beg him, he would give you everything he had, over and over until he was empty.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he moans loudly, the loudest you’ve heard him tonight, as his thrusts turn sloppy and warmth floods your insides.

Each hot spurt has you clenching around him, further heightening his pleasure as he empties himself, enjoying the view of his cum squeezing out of you.

 His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face, neck, and chest. Almost every inch of his skin is covered in sweat, and so is yours. Both of you are a mess, and as you carefully pull off him, a mixture of your wetness and San’s cum spills out onto his stomach, earning a loud moan from him.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he chuckles, pulling you down by the neck and planting a short and gentle kiss against your lips.

He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to wipe his stomach as you lay beside him, legs sticky with both of your releases. As San catches his breath next to you, dick already softening, you can’t help but mumble, “That was amazing.”

San pulls you closer to his side, one hand hooking around your shoulder as the other settles onto your hip. Head resting on his shoulder, he looks down at you, eyes full of warmth and a mouthful of white teeth on display.

“It was incredible,” he replies, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. A peaceful silence fills the room, and he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I hope you know you’re more than just a one-night stand to me. I want you every morning. Every day. Every night. In every way possible,” he whispers, looking down at you, brown eyes sparkling in the soft moonlight.

“I feel the same way too,” you confess, heart swelling and comforted by the fact that this was more than just a night of sex for him.

San leans in, his lips moving to cover yours when a loud bang in the living room suddenly interrupts it.

“What the fuck?” You jump, startled by the noise.

San’s face becomes serious as he stands up, covering you in the blanket at the foot of your bed before pulling on his briefs.

“Stay here. I’ll check it out,” he whispers, about to walk away when you tug onto his wrist.

“Wait! Take this,” you quietly say, leaning over the edge of the bed to pull a metal baseball bat from underneath.

“For protection,” you explain, handing it to him only to receive a soft chuckle. You watch as he steps out into the hallway, anxiously waiting. It’s silent for a few minutes before you hear a loud and annoying voice.

“What the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?! See, I told you, Hongjoong! I knew the two of them would fuck! You owe me 50 bucks!”

Footsteps sound down the hallway, and you pull the sheets closer to your chest, covering any visible skin. An embarrassed San trails in, followed by a drunk Wooyoung and a tipsy Hongjoong.

“I tried to make them leave,” San explains, cheeks flushing as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N!” Hongjoong whines as he takes another step into the room.

“Now I owe him money,” he drunkenly pouts, looking cute and defeated. All you can do is laugh as San returns to his spot next to you, leaning against the headboard.

“I knew she wouldn't be able to resist him! That’s my boy,” Wooyoung shouts a little too loud, causing Hongjoong to flinch as Wooyoung smiles in triumph.

“Yea, you’re right. She couldn’t resist my charms,” San grins, eyebrows raising as he gives you that sexy look he was talking about.

You lightly slap his chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he pulls you towards him, placing a kiss on your nose before ordering the two trouble makers to leave.

You weren’t entirely sure what would come out of this, but you felt good about it. If this happened when you listened to your heart, you would do it more often. 

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[nateezfics]

MINT CHOCOLATE

♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, artist!hongjoong, non idol!hongjoong

♔ WARNINGS — slightly suggestive but otherwise no warnings to be applied

♔ WORD COUNT — 912

♔ SUMMARY — hongjoong hates mint chocolate ice cream, and you love it. hongjoong adores you, and you live to annoy him.

There were a few simple pleasures you adored — picnic dates in the city park, warm and sunny days, and mint chocolate ice cream. Oh, and annoying your boyfriend. Yeah, you loved to do that.

You brought the cone up up to your lips, tongue extending out to lick a stripe over the mound of quickly melting ice cream. You hummed in enjoyment just before laughing to yourself at the exasperated sigh of your lover.

Hongjoong sat to the left of you, legs crossed under him as he sat atop the blanket you’d brought for this picnic. His eyes never left the small sketchbook in his lap, hand continuing to draw over the blank page. “Who knew someone could be so loud when eating ice cream.”

You giggled. “What? I’m enjoying it.”

His eyes shot to you for just a second before going back to his sketch, but you didn’t miss the way they rolled. “How could you possibly enjoy that? Mint chocolate is disgusting.”

You gasped, feigning hurt. “You take that back! Mint chocolate is the best!” You took a hardy bite out of the scoop and crunched on the rich chocolate chunks.

Hongjoong stuck out his tongue at you. “Might as well just eat toothpaste,” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

You rolled your eyes while you licked away at the cool cream. You swished the melting cream within your mouth just before leaning over into your boyfriend’s space, smacking your lips. You took another lick, placing the cone next to his face. “Mmh, this toothpaste sure is delicious!”

He leaned away from you, pencil dropping from his fingers and landing on his sketchbook. He laughed while his now free hand swatted at you playfully, though there was a genuine expression of disgust that flashed across his face. “Quit that!”

You laughed as you backed away. You reclined, resting your weight on your hand that wasn’t currently holding a melty ice cream cone, and looked around at the serene park surrounding you. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence. Hongjoong’s creativity continued to manifest on his page, while you savored your minty treat and relished in the warmth of the day.

The city park was always so pretty this time of year with the blossoming trees that have come back to life after a long winter, standing as a stark contrast to the concrete buildings that towered just beyond them. People, much like you, were out in the park to soak up the sunlight. It was all so serene, and you understood why Hongjoong loved to come here. It was an artist’s daydream.

You gazed over at him to watch him as he drew, eyes peaking over his busy hand to see what he was creating. By now he had filled much of the originally blank page with what looked like to be sketches of the tree line. He’d captured the soft, lushness of the trees as well as the harsh and sharp jungle of concrete behind them. You smiled.

Cold wetness was suddenly all over your hand, and you gasped when you saw that the ice cream had begun to leak all over you, turning into a sticky mess. You quickly brought it to your lips to lick away the mess, sucking and slurping to get up all the excess ice cream. You didn’t even register that you were being watched until you heard a chuckle.

Hongjoong’s eyes were fond and maybe even held a glimmer of something else, but the look of hatred for the cone in your hand was ever present. “I’m pretty sure the whole park can hear your slurping on that cone, love.”

You smiled sheepishly. “It was melting.”

“Well hurry up and finish it, will you?”

You held it out to him, inviting him to taste some. “I want you to have a bite.”

Hongjoong gave you an odd look. “Absolutely not.”

You poked out your bottom lip. “Please! Do it for me? I promise I’ll stop bothering you if you do.”

He hummed, finger tapping at his chin like he was mulling it over. “Promise?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Was he actually going to have some? You offered him your cone as he moved in closer, but when he leaned in passed it, you opened your mouth to question him only for the words to get stuck in your throat.

His lips pressed into yours, effectively silencing you. Hongjoong kissed you through your shock until he felt you relax, your body becoming pliant under his touch. He grinned against you when you returned his kiss with fervor, hand sliding up to cradle your jaw.

You moaned when his tongue slipped into your mouth. You allowed him to taste you, to feel every inch his tongue wanted to explore. You didn’t even care about being in public, too caught up in him and his lips and his touch. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you, especially not like this. His lips on yours always made you feel hazy and warm, and your brain ceased to function fully when he had you this way.

Hongjoong broke the kiss and took the time to look over your face to enjoy the dazed gleam in your eyes. He grinned, tongue darting out to lap up the lingering hint of mint. “There, I tried some. Happy?”

You nodded slowly, barely processing what had just happened. Your ice cream cone sat melted and forgotten in your grasp.

A/N: I rarely write fluff I feel so out of practice</3

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[minisugakoobies]

Cheap Wine & Second Chances | JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (just a lil'), friends to lovers, the one that got away, non-Idol!AU, Valentine's!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, dirty dancing, thigh riding, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), rough fucking

Word Count: 8K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

A/N: Written as part of the To All the Folks I’ve F*cked Before Valentine’s Day 2022 collab! Hosted by the amazing @dntaewithluv and including 7 different Valentine's Day stories in a choose your own adventure-style collaboration!

Unbeta'd as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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His hair is darker now, and the years show more on his handsome face since the last time you saw him, the laugh lines around his eyes a little deeper. But you’d know that smile anywhere. It’s him. Jung Hoseok.

Your Hobi.

He bends to scoop up the box of chocolates and hands it back to you, and you stare at the perfect cupid’s bow of his lips as a laugh slips out. It takes you way too long to smile back, stunned as you are to see a ghost.

“Hobi?” you finally utter, barely registering that he handed you your chocolates.

“Hey Cinnamon,” Hobi replies, warm eyes crinkling. “Long time no see.”

That’s putting it mildly. It’s been years. More than a few. But that smile, that bright burst of sunshine, it hasn’t dimmed one bit. Even standing here in this dingy parking lot now, surrounded by grimy litter and rusty cars dripping oil onto the pavement, it hits you with as much joy as the first time you ever saw it.

Anthro 110, Human Origins. First day of classes, freshman year. Ever the eager student, you sat near the front of the room, laptop at the ready for note-taking.

As your classmates started to trickle in, you saw him. Clad in a hoodie and joggers, with fluffy chestnut hair, he sauntered in cheerfully, flashing the most gorgeous smile you’d ever seen. So beautiful, in fact, you nearly stopped breathing for a moment, unable to focus on anything else. Your eyes followed as he climbed the stairs before you realized you were basically staring and forced yourself to look away.

After briefly mentioning the syllabus, the professor wasted no time in getting right down to business. Your fingers flew across your keyboard as she began her lesson.

“Pssst. Hey. Excuse me?”

Typing furiously as your professor droned on, you first tried to ignore the gentle voice hissing behind you, but finally gave in. Turning, you looked over your shoulder, and were greeted by a sweet smile from the gorgeous hoodie guy.

“Sorry. But could I get a piece of gum? I saw you chewing some.”

You nodded, sliding the pack out of your pocket. He took one look at it and frowned. “Cinnamon? You don’t have any mint?”

“Are you seriously criticizing the free gum that you asked me for?” you retorted, slightly annoyed.

He blinked, lips twitching, and quickly took a stick. “Fair. Sorry. Thanks.” He smiled again, shining that brilliant beam on you to full effect, and your irritation quickly faded. You nodded, going back to your laptop.

You weren’t sure what was faster - your typing or the beating of your heart.

His name was Hoseok, you soon learned. And he was just as interested in anthropology as you were, constantly asking questions and engaging in fascinating discussions with your professor. One day after class, he asked you to join a study group he and a few other students were starting for midterms. Of course you said yes. The chance to spend more time with your crush sounded like a dream, even if you wouldn’t be alone.

The group only lasted long enough for you to ace your exams. But Hoseok kept showing up to the library at the agreed-upon time and so did you. Your conversations drifted from the origins of humanity to your personal lives. He told you to call him Hobi, and he insisted on calling you Cinnamon, because of your gum of choice, but also because you were a ‘little spicy’ - his words. The comment rolled off of you as a dumb joke, nothing more.

After all, Hobi was madly in love with his grade school sweetheart. She was one of his favorite topics of discussion at your one-on-one study sessions. From the sound of it, the two had been attached at the hip since they were toddlers, pushing each other over on playgrounds. Whenever he returned from a weekend trip home, he’d gush about her, telling you all the wonderful things she’d said or done, and you did your best to keep your crush buried deep, hoping your head bobs and well-timed laughs would be enough to keep him from knowing.

As winter melted into spring, the two of you spent most of your free time together, in the library, in the cafeteria, at so many parties, telling each other everything. Hobi was incredible, so open and caring that at times you found yourself wondering if you’d dreamt him up. How could someone that gorgeous also be so kind and so funny? Surely the cosmic balance had to be out of whack somewhere.

Parties made you wish you could blur the lines a little. Hobi loved to dance, and you were his favorite partner. To your deepest shame, you were never much of a dancer, but it never mattered because you had Hobi leading you.

God, the way he moved, flowing around you, guiding you with every step. You let him mold you, moving your arms, your hips, with his deft hands. Like a rock being worn smooth by running water, you became graceful under his touch.

You were never more jealous of his girlfriend than in those moments. Did he dance with her like that? Hold her the way he held you? That line of thought always inevitably led to you wondering if any of those slick moves of his found their way to her bed, so you tried to stop it before it could go too far.

Hobi took a dance class in the spring which culminated in a student showcase at the end of the semester. Naturally, you went to cheer him on. When the music for his routine started, all traces of your happy-go-lucky friend disappeared. The fierce look on his face as he performed sent goosebumps racing down your arms. As the audience roared their approval, that radiant smile you cherished so much returned. So it came as no surprise to you when he said he was adding dance as his minor.

At the beginning of your second year, Hobi and his friend Hyunwoo got an apartment together at the edge of campus. The tiny place was cramped, but that didn’t stop them from throwing parties there as often as possible. The best thing about the apartment was that Hyunwoo had figured out how to access the roof. Many nights were spent up there, side-by-side on the sagging cushions of an old couch they’d hauled up, drinking soju while laughing under the starry sky.

The roof was also the best spot to be alone if either of you needed to be consoled about your various woes. Like a week into the semester when Hobi mournfully announced that he and his girlfriend broke up.

“She just kept asking me, ‘Why study dance? What are you going to do with that?’” Hobi sighed, sneakers scuffing the rough surface beneath his feet, shifting uncomfortably with the memory of the break-up fight. He took a swig from the bottle of peach soju you were sharing.

“Uh, did you tell her you don’t have to ‘do’ anything with it right now?” you replied, shaking your head.

“She was only thinking of the future. As in money. She doesn’t expect me to make a living that way. I mean, fuck, I don’t even know if that’s what I want to do. But… I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe in me, you know?” He shrugged, and the need to wrap him up in your arms became unbearable. You clutched his arm, giving him a half-hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. Hobi sighed again, pressing his cheek to your hair.

“I say this not as your best friend, but as a person with two eyes and a brain, Hobi. You are incredibly talented and intimidatingly passionate. With those two traits, you’re unstoppable, no matter what you choose to do. She’s a fucking idiot if she can’t see that. She’s also a fucking idiot if she’s only worried about your financial worth.” You paused. “Actually, I’ve got a whole list of reasons why she’s a fucking idiot, if you have the time.” Yanking out your phone, you swiped through an app. “Let me pull up my notes.”

Hoseok laughed. “Not necessary,” he declared, grabbing your cell and tossing it onto the couch next to him. “I don’t want to think about her anymore tonight. Let’s just enjoy the view.” He draped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side again. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, tipping your head back to peer up at him.

The city lights reflected in his eyes shimmered as he gazed back. “For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

This was it. This was the moment. The moment.

The one where you confess your crush, reveal your feelings, and maybe even share your first kiss. The moment you’d dreamt of over and over.

Or, that would’ve been the moment, if it were still freshman year.

But it was sophomore year, and you’d met someone. Over the summer, while staying on campus to rehearse with the marching band, you’d become close to a classmate named Kihyun. He was smart and sexy and you had a lot of fun together.

Dating him didn’t stop you from hitting the dance floor with Hobi like you always did. No one else could ever measure up to your favorite dance partner.

Kihyun only lasted so long as a boyfriend, though. After him came Jooheon. Another cutie who made you swoon. You spent several weeks with him, too. But he had the same fatal flaw as Kihyun.

He wasn’t Hobi.

By the time you realized this and ended things with Kihyun, Hobi was in a relationship of his own. Same with Jooheon. Each time, that crush of yours stayed rooted right where it was, buried in your heart.

The year flew by. Hobi spent more and more time dancing, locking himself away in the practice rooms. Some nights, you’d pick something up from the cafeteria and take it to him, eating dinner together on the dance studio floor. In the spring, Hobi went to his advisor to discuss double majoring and was told there was no way he could do so and hope to graduate within four years. A gray cloud seemed to hang over him after that, causing you worry.

You tried your best to cheer him up, but your words couldn’t change the facts. When you saw the brochures on his desk from other schools, you knew what was coming.

“I’m transferring,” he finally blurted one night as the two of you laid on the couch on the roof.

You sat up immediately, feeling like you’d been socked in the gut. Predicting this moment didn’t make it hurt any less. “To where?”

To a university with a special program in cultural anthropology that allowed him to merge his majors. The fact that it was in another country gave him no pause. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Joy dumped me,” he informed you suddenly, bitterness creeping into his voice as he mentioned his latest girlfriend. “She flat-out said she doesn’t want a long-distance relationship. Even though we don’t live in the Stone Age and can still see each other thanks to that little thing called the internet.”

As much as you loathed the way she broke Hobi’s heart, Joy’s reluctance seemed… understandable. Plenty of your friends struggled to maintain relationships when their beloveds were in a neighboring city. Even with the incredible technology that could connect you, could it truly be the same when the person you loved was half a world away?

Hobi fell silent as he waited for your response. The uncertainty in his eyes surprised you. Was he afraid that you would protest, try to convince him to stay? How could you do that, when this was what he wanted? You couldn’t be that selfish.

“I’m so happy for you, Hobi,” you finally stated, smiling to sell it as best you could. Maybe if you smiled long enough, you could trick your heart into believing it, too. “Not about Joy, sorry that ended. But… you found a way to follow your passion. That’s amazing!”

As Hobi threw his arms around you in a relieved hug, you sighed. At least you sold him.

The rest of the semester came and went. Hyunwoo announced he was throwing a bon voyage party for Hobi after finals ended. Hobi made plans to head to the airport from the party, intending to spend a few weeks getting a lay of the land in his new home before classes started again. The thought of going from a party directly to a red eye flight to a foreign country filled you with anxiety, but to him, it sounded like a fun adventure. Besides, as he loved to tell you, he never wanted to be the last one to leave a party.

A horrible sadness settled over you the day of the party. A heavy weight, dragging you down. It rained most of the day, which you appreciated, the gloomy weather perfectly matching your mood.

Since you were staying on campus again for band, you’d picked up a job at a department store across town. Near the end of your shift, a coworker called out. As much as you didn’t want to risk missing Hobi, you were also dreading that final goodbye and needed a distraction, so you didn’t refuse the request to stay late.

Eventually you headed home, just enough time to get changed before the party. Traffic moved a little too slowly for your liking. Then it stopped completely. Unable to turn around, you were trapped, watching each minute tick by in a panic. What if you got there too late?

You frantically texted Hobi several times, letting him know the situation, and he replied in his typical soothing manner - no worries, I’m not leaving yet, I’ll see you when you get here. Trying to keep you calm, no doubt. It almost worked.

Once the cars in front of you began to move again, you changed direction, heading straight for Hyunwoo’s. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, you ran up several flights of stairs, panting by the time you reached his door. Catching Hyunwoo’s eye, you didn’t even have to say a word before he pointed to the ceiling.

Hobi stood alone near the edge of the roof. His jaw dropped as you burst through the door, probably at your disheveled appearance. But you didn’t care. You were just relieved that you didn’t miss him.

“Cinnamon! I told you you’d make it.”

“I almost didn’t,” you huffed slightly as you joined him. “What are you doing up here alone?”

Hobi gestured around him. “Enjoying one last look at the city.”

It was a beautiful view, for sure. All of campus stretched beneath you, verdant and majestic, stately buildings standing quiet in the night air, and beyond it, the bright neon glow of downtown blazed. Both of you were quiet for a few minutes as you took it all in. At least, he was taking it in. You were trying desperately to figure out what to say.

How do you tell someone everything you’ve been feeling for the last two years in only a few minutes?

“Have I ever told you my theory, about what makes someone a dancer?” Hobi spoke suddenly.

The question came out of nowhere. Caught off guard, you shook your head.

“Passion is important. So is commitment.”

“Flexibility,” you add, thinking of the many complicated moves Hobi could pull off with panache.

“Yeah, that too. But you can have all of those things and still not be a dancer if you don’t have timing.”

“Ah, I was just gonna guess that, but you beat me to it.”

Hobi smiled at your quip, but unlike his usual sunny grin, this one didn’t reach his eyes, and that terrible sadness crashed back down onto you again.

“Timing is everything. You can feel the music with your entire body, but if you can’t find the beat, sync to it, become one with it, then you’re not dancing. You’re just… flailing. You have to get the timing right.” He reached out and brushed a stray hair from your face. “We never got the timing right, did we?”

There was no need to try to sum up what had been locked in your heart for the last two years. With that simple question, Hobi told you that he felt the same.

Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head.

“No,” you cleared your throat a little, hoping to keep the waver out of it, “no, we didn’t. And now it’s too late. You’re leaving in… how long now?”

Hobi glanced at his phone. “My ride to the airport should be here in ten.”

You’d cut it even closer than you’d thought.

“We’ll keep in touch,” he stated, repeating something he’d told you over and over since the day he said he was leaving, and you nodded, but you already knew it wouldn’t be the same. He’d move on to his new life, and you’d go on living yours. “This isn’t the end.”

“Right.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing a little. “I know we will. But… I’m still going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you, too,” he admitted, voice a little rougher than you’d ever heard it, and he slid towards you. “Can I…” he trailed off, eyelashes lowered as he peered at your lips, “can I have a kiss goodbye?”

Before you’d finished whispering, “Yes,” he was kissing you, one hand holding the back of your neck as the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The cry of surprise that left you dissolved on Hobi’s tongue as it slipped into your mouth.

It’s been years since you’ve thought about that kiss, but staring at Hobi now brings the moment back with startling clarity. You can smell the petrichor in the air, feel the softness of his lips and the sharp bite of his teeth, even taste him on your tongue, a faint peach-tinged sweetness that lingers as you remember.

All too soon, Hobi broke away, and you followed him down into his old apartment. No one said a word about you seeing Hobi to the car waiting for him at the curb, and no one said a word when you came back alone, tears on your cheeks and a fading warmth on your lips. But Hyunwoo threw an arm around your shoulders and handed you a beer and the rest of the night faded from alcohol-soaked memory after that.

Both of you did stay in touch, for a while. There were phone calls and texts and even a few long video chats, despite the horrible time zone difference between you. But life went on. You focused on your studies, trying to figure out what your post-college life would look like now that you were merely two years from graduating. He devoted himself to his new program, embracing the opportunities he didn’t have before. The messages back and forth slowed until they stopped completely.

Every now and then, something would remind you. A song playing in a bar, conjuring up memories of a frat party and his arms holding you tight. The scent of peaches wafting from a bakery, calling to mind the couch on the roof and his joyful laughter.

Usually, it was a post shared by someone you knew on social media, bragging about how their ‘famous friend’ Hoseok was performing with a well-known dance troupe or traveling the world choreographing. You didn’t follow his career closely, but from what you caught here and there, it seemed like he was successful. Transferring to that other school was clearly the right decision. No matter how much it hurt.

And now here he is, smiling fondly at you as you juggle an armful of cheap wine and chocolates in a grocery store parking lot, bringing all those old thoughts, all those old emotions rushing right back like they never left.

“Long time’s a bit of an understatement,” you finally respond.

“Yeah, I guess it’s… fuck, how many years now?” He eyes the packages threatening to slip out of your hands again.

“What are you doing here?” you blurt abruptly, skipping the pleasant small talk, needing to know what summoned him to this very place at this very moment. “I mean, last I heard, you were on tour. Are you in town for a show?”

“Actually, I’m living here. Temporarily. I’m running a workshop at the university - it’s a collaboration between the anthropology and dance departments, a series of lectures and performances.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Like an adjunct lecturer? That’s fantastic!”

Hobi laughs, rubbing his neck. “An adjunct professor, actually. On account of my PhD.” He grins, and your heart swells a little, whether from learning that he’s had more achievements than you’d thought, or simply at the sight of your old friend beaming with pride, you’re not sure.

“Wow, okay, I think I may have missed a few things.”

“I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on,” he agrees. “Maybe we could reconnect while I’m here? I’d love to know what you’ve been up to all these years.”

“I’m sure it’s nowhere near as interesting as the stories you can tell!” you scoff. “But yeah. I’d love to get together sometime.”

“Well… do you have plans tonight?” He glances at the Valentine’s Day paraphernalia in your hands and bites his lip. “Stupid question, you’re clearly on your way to meet someone.”

“Ha, yeah, no, this is… this is all for me,” you admit sheepishly. “I can’t resist a good deal.”

Hobi cracks up, and you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed that boisterous laugh of his until right now. “Fair. Okay. Do you want to have dinner with me, then? I’m running a dance practice in a few hours but I’ll be free after that.”

Absolutely, you do. But….

“Sure. Might be hard to find somewhere to eat without a reservation, though…” you trail off.

“Oh damn, Valentine’s day, right,” he replies. “Kinda forget it’s a thing when you’re single.”

True, you’d rather forget about this holiday, the loot currently in your hands excepted.

“Okay, how about this - you grab us some takeout from somewhere and meet me at the studio? We can have dinner there, or anywhere on campus. It’ll be just like old times.”

Phone numbers are exchanged and Hobi promises to text you the details for the dance studio. You watch him walk into the grocery store, still slightly in shock. Hobi is really here. He’s in your city, and you’re having dinner with him. Tonight.

Banner shopping day for you - cheap wine, decadent chocolates, and a date with the one that got away.

**********

Is it a date?

The question smacks you on your way home from the grocery store, bringing you back down to earth. You’d automatically inferred that it was, but just because Hobi asked you to have dinner with him doesn’t mean he has any intentions other than hanging out.

It’s hard to believe that Hobi is single after all these years. He was rarely solo while you were at school together. Then again, maybe he’s enjoying the perks of being unfettered while traveling the world for dancing or lecturing or whatever combination of the two he’s currently doing.

After debating for a while, you officially decide you shouldn’t make any assumptions about tonight. But you still doll yourself up a little, pulling one of your favorite dresses out of your closet, taking the time to do your makeup, making sure you don’t have a hair out of place. Even if tonight’s just a chance for two old friends to catch up and nothing more, there’s no reason not to look good for it.

And if you also took the time to shave your legs, well, that’s between your deity of choice and you.

Despite the looming spring, there’s still a bit of a chill to the air. Throwing a cardigan on, you head out to pick up dinner. Hobi left the menu up to you, so you chose a few dishes from your favorite noodle shop, figuring it couldn’t go wrong.

Walking across campus with bags of takeout in hand gives you a wicked sense of déjà vu, even if the campus in question isn’t your alma mater. Doesn’t matter. There’s still that familiar awed hush to the buildings as you wander through them on your way to the arts hall.

Unsure how long it would take you to find the place, you’d left a little early, and now find yourself arriving at the practice room while practice was still occurring. Hesitating at the door, you don’t have to ponder for long what to do, because Hobi waves you in.

The dancers are standing in groups, working on some choreography. A few curiously eye you as you enter. Hobi grabs the takeout bags from you and leads you to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt!” you apologize as Hobi motions for you to sit.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’re just wrapping up. You can just relax here and watch me dance like old times.” He grins. “Let me know if I’ve gotten rusty.”

He resumes his place, turning to face the mirrors. Dressed in a brown t-shirt and baggy white sweats, headband holding his raven black locks back, he stands at the front of the pack and claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. The dancers slip back into formation.

The room is warm, windows fogging from the dancers’ body heat. You peel your cardigan off and drape it over the back of your chair.

“All right, let’s run through it one more time,” Hobi commands. Someone cues up the music, and with a wave of his arm he counts them in.

It’s like a switch has been thrown. Your friend immediately flips into dance mode, his entire demeanor shifting. Gone is the easygoing vibe, the relaxed smile, replaced by that focus that you remember so vividly from school. That awe-inspiring intensity.

As a hip-hop track thumps through the speakers, Hobi leads the dancers through a series of intricate steps that you couldn’t in a million years attempt, even if you had Hobi himself pulling your limbs like a marionette.

It’s like you’re back in college, sitting in a practice room as your friend dances. He even looks like his old self in that outfit. Only the presence of the other dancers keeps you from believing you’ve gone through a time warp.

He hasn’t lost any of his fluidity, flowing through the choreography effortlessly. If anything, he’s gotten even better, his movements cleaner, his transitions so smooth that you find yourself literally shaking your head in astonishment. His talent still mesmerizes you.

Hobi rolls his body, chest and hips undulating, and his shirt rides up a little, giving you a glimpse of his v-line peeking out above the waistband of his sweats. Enraptured, your jaw goes slack.

Catching you staring openly, completely lost in the way he moves, he grins, the tip of his tongue sliding between his teeth as he winks at you. It’s playful. It’s teasing.

It’s hot as fuck and you involuntarily whimper. Thank god the track is loud.

It does occur to you that you’re in a room full of strangers, though, so you quickly close your mouth and sit up, scanning the other dancers. They’re all watching Hobi, thankfully.

They hit their final marks and several of them whoop as someone cuts the music. Hobi claps his hands again. “All right, you’ve got it down. Go enjoy your Valentine’s Day. I’ll see you next week.” Grabbing a towel from his duffel bag, he dabs his face as the others slowly drift out of the room, stopping to say a word or two as they pass.

Eventually, it’s just the two of you left. He saunters over, towel hanging from his neck, a soft smile on his lips. “Well?”

You sigh. “Good thing you have that PhD to fall back on.”

With a laugh, he takes your hands, pulling you to your feet. “Do you know what I was thinking about today, after running into you?”

He leads you over to where his phone is hooked up to the sound system. With a few swipes, he cues up another song. An R&B track, something much older than what he and the others were dancing to.

“I was thinking about all those parties we used to go to. Do you remember?”

He wraps an arm around your waist as you nod, and grabs your other hand, threading your fingers together. Slowly, he spins you around in front of the mirrors.

“I thought we were going to have dinner?” you giggle.

“We will, we will. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Will you just humor me and let me have another dance with you?” He smiles sweetly, eyes crinkling. “Just one song?”

As if you could say no. “I have to warn you, I haven’t danced in years.”

“Good thing you have me, then. Just follow my lead.” Hobi pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you fall silent, listening to the music.

The two of you could talk right now. You could tell him about your life, your career, what those last two years of school were like without him. Ask him to explain how he ended up here after all that time traveling the world. But you don’t, and he doesn’t say a word, either. It doesn’t seem to matter. With his arms around you now, it feels like no time has passed at all. It’s just you and Hobi, dancing again. Only….

“You know, this isn’t quite how I remember it.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Lifting your head, you grin. “Wasn’t a lot of slow dancing at those parties.”

Hobi’s eyebrows wiggle. “Oh, I see. You want something different?” He fiddles with his phone for a moment and the song changes to something more uptempo. “More like this?”

You nod, and he twirls you around before pressing his chest to your back, resting his hands on your hips. As he steps to the beat, the two of you begin to dance.

Again, neither of you speak, losing yourselves in the music as one song becomes two. His arms slip around you, hugging you to him.

Déjà vu hits hard for the second time this evening. The pulsating bass, the warmth of him against you, the earthy scent of his sweat-flecked shirt mixing with his cologne - your eyes slip shut for a moment, and it’s so easy to believe that when you reopen them, you’ll find yourself back in some crowded dorm room, surrounded by drunken classmates partying the night away.

But instead you find yourself here, in this practice space, staring up into Hobi’s handsome face as he gazes back at you in the mirror.

He’s watching you with that fierce concentration normally reserved for when he’s performing. The intense look in his eyes flusters you and you lose your rhythm, hips bouncing off of his awkwardly. Embarrassed, you turn away. “Shit, sorry. Told you I’m out of practice.”

Hobi chuckles quietly. “It’s all right. Just gotta get you back on the beat.”

Taking your hands, he wraps one of your arms around his shoulders and urges you to place the other on his back. Then he slots one of his legs between yours. Placing his hands on your hips, the two of you begin to groove again.

“There. Just like that,” he encourages you as you roll your body into his. “You’ve got it now.”

The rhythm returns. You move in tandem, bodies flowing together as one. Like old times, but more relaxed. Before, you always held yourself back a little, not wanting to enjoy too much, since one or both of you was always promised to someone else.

But there’s no reason to hold back tonight.

His arms slide around your waist. “Trust me?”

You’re not sure why he’s asking, but you do, so you nod.

“Hobi!” you exclaim as he suddenly dips you extremely low, bending you so far that you’re practically upside-down. He pulls you up into his arms, and you giggle, a little giddy from the rush.

He’s laughing, too, beaming. “You know, for someone who claims she’s not a dancer, you sure move like one. Always did.”

“That’s all you. I’m like… clay in your hands. If I look like a dancer, it’s because you’ve shaped me into one.”

“Really?” His eyebrows lift. “That was kinda poetic. You sound like a writer.”

“Funny that,” you smirk, “I am a writer. Published, even.” His eyes go wide, and you laugh again. “We still have so much to talk about, don’t we?”

“I guess we do.” He glances at the takeout bags. “We can stop for dinner, if you want. Are you hungry?”

You are. Not for dinner. You want his hands to stay on you. You crave more of him, his touch, his attention.

“I’m good. Unless you want to stop?”

Hobi shakes his head. He hums a low note as you roll into him again, and your arm tightens around his shoulders, bringing him a tiny bit closer to you.

His

Another song. Then two. Again, there’s no talking, just the melody drifting through the air as you continue to move as one. The tempo picks up again. Hobi’s fingers dig into your hips a little as he guides them down on his thigh more, letting you grind against him, and you gasp as the friction hits you just right.

“That’s it. Keep moving just like that.”

The deep timbre of his voice surprises you as much as the way his hands grip you, pressing you into his leg. You glance at where you meet, struggling to suppress a moan as he glides you down his thigh again. Does he know what he’s doing to you right now?

“Don’t… ah… remember this step,” you finally manage to say. You’re so wet, you’re seeping through your panties. If he keeps this up, his leg will soon show the effect he’s having on you.

“Never got to this one. Timing was always off.”

That word. Your head snaps up at it, remembering. He remembers, too - you can see it in his face as clearly as you hear it in his tone.

“I think maybe tonight, we’re in sync?” he asks, dark eyes staring intently into yours.

“Yeah.” You slide your hand around Hobi’s side to lightly rest on his chest. “I think… ah… we are.”

“Thank god,” he sighs as he captures your lips in a fervent kiss.

How many times have you recalled that last night on the roof? Thought about that goodbye kiss, replayed it in your head over and over? Maybe you owe Hobi an apology, because none of those reimaginings came anywhere near capturing just how electric it feels. Your entire body thrums as he tilts his head, licking at your lips until they part to let his tongue slip inside.

Your back hits the mirrored wall as Hobi pins you with his mouth, his hands, his legs. Touching every inch of skin available to him, fingers and lips trailing all over you. He whispers against your neck, “You taste sweeter than I remembered, Cinnamon.”

You’d say the same, if you weren’t too wrapped up in him to speak.

He lets go of you long enough to pull the blind on the door and then lock it. “Don’t want anyone wandering in here.”

Back in his embrace, your hands roam over his chest and shoulders as you grip at him, his thigh settling between yours again. He kisses you like he’s desperate to make up for all that lost time. Swept away with desire, you kiss him back just as impatiently.

He’s hard against you, sweats doing little to hide the massive bulge rubbing your leg. His hands drop under your dress to discover how slick you are.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes, and you nearly purr with satisfaction at the pet name, “you’re gonna get me all wet, aren’t you? You’re soaking.” He tenses his thigh muscle underneath you and you keen, grasping at his shirt. “You wanna make a mess on me?”

Fuck, you’re ridiculously worked up, the delicious tension inside you already close to snapping. All those years of longing have you wound so tightly, it won’t be long before you pop.

“H-Hobi, please…”

“Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

If someone had told you this morning that you would be spending your Valentine’s Day evening on a college campus humping your old best friend’s leg, you would’ve asked them whether they were going to use a hot tub or a DeLorean to take you back in time. But here you are, sliding away shamelessly, movement never ceasing as you seek your end on his thigh.

Hobi grabs your ass, rocking you against him, and as he slips his tongue into your ear, urging you to let go, you mewl loudly, body rigid as your orgasm sweeps over you. He holds you, whispering you through it, until you go completely limp in his arms, head falling to his shoulder.

You mumble something into his chest.

“What was that?”

“I said, Happy Valentine’s Day!”

His laughter drowns out the music. Then he shifts, and suddenly the only thing on your mind is the stiffness pressing into your thigh.

“Hobi,” you murmur, brushing your mouth against his briefly, “you’ve been on your feet all night. Do you want to take a seat?” You gently walk him backwards towards the chair, kissing him the entire way. As he sits, you drop to your knees in front of him.

“Baby,” he husks as you run your hands up his legs, “what are you doing?”

“Writing a novel, Hobi, what does it look like I’m doing,” you retort with a smirk. “You sounded so nice whispering in my ear when you were getting me off. I wanna know what you sound like when you’re cumming down my throat.”

“Fuck, Cinnamon, you can’t say things like that.” His hips lift so you can tug his pants to the ground. His dick springs free, hard shaft velvety under your hand as you wrap your fingers around him.

“I can’t? But I think I just did.” Before he can respond, you swirl your tongue over the head of his cock. He groans, arching up into your touch. As you continue to lave, you dip lower and lower, wetting more of him before finally taking him in your mouth.

“Fuuuuuck,” he sighs as you start to bob. His cock is thick enough that your jaw is going to be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care. You suck, hollowing your cheeks, and he gasps your name.

Sitting back on your heels as you lick the sensitive skin around the head, gazing at him the entire time, you bat your lashes as you ask, “You good?”

“Fucking amazing,” he sighs blissfully. You stroke him a few more times before taking him in again, and quickly match the tempo of the music, working your mouth and hands together to the beat.

Fingers cup the back of your head and you moan around his cock, enjoying the way he urges you down in response to the vibrations. Your mouth floods with more saliva as you suck him off, and you swallow around him, earning another gentle push.

“Baby,” he hisses, and you hum, not stopping, which makes him hiss even louder. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, holy shit.”

You pull off him with a pop. “Yeah, that’s the idea, Hobi.”

“Another time,” he rasps, but before you can think to ask what that means, he launches himself from the chair, pushing you onto your back as he hovers over you. “Please, I wanna be inside you now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a sloppy kiss as he ruts against you.

“You wanna fuck me?” you ask and Hobi moans in anguish, flinging his headband to the ground before peeling his shirt off.

“Damn it, stop saying these things!”

“Okay,” you grin, laughing as Hobi drops his head to your breasts, kissing you through your dress. “You can fuck me if you want, Hobi. I want you to.”

He kisses you roughly, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, and you whimper in delighted surprise. “What did I just say about that?”

“So it’s okay for you to say dirty things, but not me?”

“Yes!” he huffs petulantly, and you giggle at the wounded look on his face. “I’ve been dreaming for years about the things I’d say to you, the way I’d touch you, if I only had the chance. You’re ruining it with that filthy mouth of yours!” His lips collide with yours as his hands snatch quickly at the hem of your dress, yanking it up your body. He practically rips the rest of your clothing off too, so eager to see all of you.

“Didn’t seem like my filthy mouth was ruining things when I was sucking yoahhhhh,” you moan as Hobi immediately tongues one nipple in a frenzied hurry as his fingers pinch the other. “You know, I’ve dreamt of this, too!”

He nuzzles his face between your breasts, kissing along the valley there. “Oh yeah?”

“God yes, so many times. Especially after parties. When we’d say goodnight. I’d go back to my room and make myself cum imagining you were there touching me instead,” you confess. “I always wanted to know if you’d fuck like you dance.”

Hobi goes completely still, face buried in the crook of your neck. “Do you have protection?” he asks, voice so low it’s practically a rumble.

“No, but I have an IUD and I’m clean. If you’re… ?”

“Clean,” he answers. He crushes his mouth to yours, and his cock rubs through the wetness between your legs before he pulls away. “On your knees, baby.”

Not what you were expecting, but okay. You roll over and push yourself onto your hands and knees. Glancing over your shoulder, you watch him line himself up, coating the head of his cock in the wetness gathered between your legs. He moves slowly, reveling in the feeling, and you whine loudly, needing him inside you.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he tells you as he thrusts shallowly, head just slipping between your folds. “Fuck. Wanted you for so long, baby. Always thought I’d take my time with you, if I had the chance. But I don’t think I can go slow right now.” He pushes in a little more, and you drop your head as you feel him beginning to stretch you. “What do you want, baby?”

You want it all. But given the choice right this moment… “Fast and hard, please.”

You feel him laugh at your courteousness as he finally bottoms out. He presses against your back as you adjust to the sensation of him deep inside you and drops a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Fast and hard it is,” he whispers.

The music is lost in the mix as Hobi fucks you, hips slapping against your ass with every quick thrust. Panting, you struggle to hold yourself up as Hobi sets a relentless pace.

“Holy ah ah fuck ah Hobi!”

Fuck, he feels so good. Every thrust fills you like you’ve never been filled before. You toss your head back as he finds the perfect angle, his long fingers gripping your hips tightly, and you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

An absolute wreck stares back. Sweat rolls down your face in the humid air, breasts bounce wildly, mouth hangs open as Hobi rails you. His breakneck tempo never falters. Your gaze travels to the man behind you.

Golden skin shimmers under the fluorescent lights. His hair, slick with sweat, is pushed back from his handsome face. The muscles in his torso flex enticingly and his hips roll as if he’s dancing as he snaps into you.

And the look in his eye, fuck. It leaves you gasping as much as the thick cock stroking your inner walls. That intense, focused expression again. Sharp. But there’s something else, too. Passion and desire, blazing bright.

Just like you always suspected. Always dreamed. He’s a fucking sex god.

Hobi catches you watching him. He smirks. “You enjoying the show, baby?”

His tongue snakes out again. You’re so distracted by the lewdness of that long pink wetness that you don’t even realize one of his hands is winding towards your clit until you feel it caress the sensitive nub.

Reeling, you slam your hips back onto him. “God, Hobi!”

“Did you dream about this, too? Me fucking you in a practice room? Hmm?” Hobi’s hand continues to fondle you as he speaks. “Making that ass bounce while you watched us in the mirror? Was it just like this?”

“Yes, ah ah ah fuck, like this!” As his lithe fingers stroke the swollen spot between your legs, you feel the familiar stirrings of your coming climax, faster than before.

“I wanna make all those fantasies come true,” he moans, and his hips start to stutter. “Fuck, I wanna fuck you every way you’ve ever wanted to be fucked, ah, shit, I’m, fuck,” he sputters, and as you start to clench around him, his tempo falters. “Fuck!”

Your orgasm rolls over you so hard, it knocks your scream from you. Dropping onto your forearms, you make no sound at all, eyes slipping shut as you savor the euphoria spreading through you. Hobi thrusts erratically a few more times, finally losing his rhythm as he comes undone, brokenly choking out your name.

You stay like that, half-collapsed and panting, Hobi lying on your back, for a few moments. Eventually, he pulls away. You’d love to lie down, but you’re suddenly acutely aware that you’ve just fucked on the floor of a busy college practice room. So you grab his towel and sit on it instead.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the takeout bags.

“Fuck. Bet dinner’s cold now.”

Hobi blurt laughs. “I forgot all about it.” He tugs on your towel, bringing you closer to him so he can wrap his arms around you. “Did I mention I’m subletting a place on the edge of campus? Why don’t we take dinner there?” His lips brush your cheek. “We can eat and finally catch up.”

There’s no hesitation in your answer. “Let’s go.” You dress quickly, starving again. For food this time.

Hobi adjusts his headband in the mirror as you check your reflection to make sure you’re decent enough for another walk across campus. He catches your eye and grins.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring.” He slips his arms around your waist again. He doesn’t seem to want to let you go.

Like you mind.

“Admire me as we walk, I’m hungry.” But you make no move to leave, and he doesn’t either. Your gazes meet in the mirror again, and his smile is shockingly shy for someone just got you off twice.

“You gonna hang out with me while I’m here?” he asks softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “After tonight?”

The delicate note of hope in his voice cracks your heart open. Something blooms.

“Try to keep me away,” you challenge, and he spins you in his arms to face him. “Besides, I know you have more moves to teach me.”

His low laugh hums through you as he kisses you. “Oh, I promise you I do.”

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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🌈How would a first date with Yves be like🌈

Request: ouuuu can i request what a first date with yves would be like ? (fem reader) Plot: Fem!Reader meets Sooyoung during a dance event. Genre: fluff, before debut!au Notes: let me know if you liked it! have a nice read! ♡♡

you went to a dance event in which several groups would present original choreographies

Sooyoung was in a high school dance team and would perform there with them

you were there because of your friend; she went there to watch her boyfriend perform and asked you to go with them

you had nothing to do on that Saturday afternoon and then you thought:

why not?

while watching a video on a big screen where was the "hip-hop dance space", this beautiful girl approached

Ha Sooyoung

it was a little awkward for both of you at first

she was very veeery shy at that moment, which made you wonder why she would have started a conversation with you

until she mentioned a move in the video and you said that you didn't know much about dance, but you admired it a lot

and then the conversation started to flow

when the time for her team to perform came, she asked if you could meet her there when she finished it

you, delighted with her, said yes

your friend made some jokes after seeing you two together but you ignored her

when you saw that Sooyoung had gone up on stage to perform, everything changed quickly

her moves were clean, full of energy and passion, and it all enchanted you with ease

then she saw you in the audience

and smiled at you

after that performance, with your heart racing, you went back to the place where you were when you met

you saw her getting rid of some people who wanted to talk to her, praising her dance

you held back your laughter because, with each step she took in your direction while trying to get rid of one person, another person got in her way

she looked at you kinda in despair, asking for help

and you went to her rescue, holding your cell phone and starting to act like you would get the Oscar if you did it

"Sooyoung, they've already arrived! we better get going before your father gets angry!"

she got into your acting mood and managed to get rid of the person

you had to stay in a corner, further away from most people, of course

but then she would have time with you, no one could disturb your conversation

"what did you think?", she asked, curious. for some reason, your opinion was important to her

and you praised her. a looooooot. you hadn't been able to take your eyes off her, after all

but then your friend appeared saying "Y/N, I was looking for you! my parents have arrived. we better go now before my father gets in that angry mood."

which made you two burst out laughing and your friend didn't understand a thing

"I hope this is not an excuse for you to leave...", Sooyoung said, jokingly.

"no, it isn't.", you gave a look at your friend, and she said she'd wait for you at the exit of the event

"so... do you mind if I... ask for your phone number?"

and she kept giving you that beautiful smile of hers...

how would you say no to that first love smile?

and since that day you started talking

you texted each other all. the. time.

looooooooooooooooong night calls

you got dark circles under your eyes for sleeping too late but... who cares?

until she asked you out...

which made you super nervous!

but when the day finally came, you were kinda prepared for your first date with Yves.

she invited you to go to a coffee shop

you loved the invitation, so you could talk for a long time while drinking coffe and eating together

and you could watch her face for a long time

it was obvious that you developed feelings for her after you met her, who wouldn't?

besides knowing how to flirt very well, you felt pure honesty in all Sooyoung's words to you

all the compliments, all the affection, all the motivation she gave you were sincere

you created a friendship during those two months that you started to talk

but both knew that the intentions went further and reached the romantic field

and, if it were up to you, there would be no friendzone for either of you two

just before you left home, you asked some friends for advice and they said the usual cliche:

be yourself

but you would follow it

in the taxi, just before the destination, you sent a message to Sooyoung, telling that you were almost arriving at the address

she said she was already there, waiting for you

you worried about being late, but in reality you'd arrive early

but she arrived before you

your stomach was full of butterflies and you wondered if you were going to vomit from being so nervous

when you were going out of the taxi, you noticed her silhouette next to the cafeteria that had a wooden facade with some green painting and plants here and there

you approached, waving at her, felt a blush on your cheeks

and noticed that hers were in the same state

she looked gorgeous

even more than the first time you saw her

"hey!", she said, approaching to hug you

you noticed that she made the move in a hesitant way

so as not to leave doubts to her, you hugged her decidedly

she opened the cafeteria door for you to enter

there was the sound of a small bell ring and you noticed around, the atmosphere was very comfortable

she had made the perfect location choice for the first date

you placed your orders with the barista and waited at the counter

"we won't be sitting down here. there's a really nice place up there to stay.", Sooyoung pointed to the stairs that led to a possible rooftop

while talking about the events of the past week, you barely overheard when the barista called your names to hand over your mint chocolate mocha and Sooyoung's iced americano

she anticipated picking them up and you followed her up the stairs

when you arrived at the top of the stairs, you noticed that you were in fact on the rooftop of the establishment

Sooyoung said she loved that place and you were loving it too

the place was spacious, clean, had a nice view of the neighborhood it was in and looked like it came straight out of a movie

all the tables were distant from each other, as if the organization was just to give more privacy to people

especially couples

and there, you allowed yourself to think of you and Sooyoung as a possible couple

Sooyoung sat and you sat on the opposite side, facing her

each with your own drink, you continued a conversation so good that sometimes you forgot that you should drink

you guys entered into deeper conversations and it just seemed to have only the two of you in the cafeteria

Sooyoung said she'd like to become an idol one day

you said she would have your full support

"you are very talented. any company would kill to have you in any of its groups."

"you're just being nice.", she smiled, embarrassed, taking a sip of the iced americano

"I'm being sincere! when I saw you on stage that day, I was stunned! you dance with your soul! you danced as if that choreography was easy and it definitely wasn't. you were full of confidence and perfectly doing what you were born to do."

after you spoke so much, there was a brief silence on the table and you wondered if you said too much, if you said something wrong, if she would have started to hate you...

Sooyoung got up and you thought that she really hated you and would go away

but her hand held the chair she had been sitting on before and, with her cheeks reddened after so many compliments she received, she sighed

"can i sit next to you?", she asked

you nodded and she dragged her own chair next to yours

now she was sitting very close to you

two hours plus an iced americano and a mint chocolate mocha later, you were in a conversation that seemed to have no end

and in that case, that was a good thing

it was a little difficult to concentrate on the conversation with her so close to you

her lips moved as she talked about how she discovered the cafeteria and you just thought about what it would be like if you could kiss her

she paid attention to every detail of the things you answered or told her

it was like you were the center of all her attention

and you were

when you finished a sentence, she stared at you for a while, finishing her drink, before speaking:

"it's been a while since I saw you for the first time, but I still have the same thought that I've had since that day."

"which one?", you asked, curious.

"that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

your heart beat so hard that you thought you were having a heart attack

how could a girl as beautiful as Sooyoung be complimenting you like that, easily and with so much truth in her voice? she didn't even blink!

you hid your face with your hands and felt her arms around you

"yah, Y/N, don't be shy. I really mean it."

you felt her kissing the top of your head and you didn't want her to let go of the hug

eventually the hug would end

she wouldn't kiss you on the first date, you knew that, and she didn't really kiss you

but she asked to hold your hand while the sun set behind you, the view provided by that rooftop getting even more beautiful

much later that night, already at home and about to sleep, you sent her a message to thank her for the amazing day

it had been perfect

you knew that she had made the perfect location choice for a first date, but it had only been a perfect first date because it had been with her

"I can't wait for our next date.", she replied

with a silly smile on your face, you slept peacefully and, in your heart, a seed was growing. a seed Sooyoung had planted since the first smile she had gave you at the event

you were in love with her

and she, who was also in love with you, was already thinking about what you both could do on your next date.

[ateez-amanda]

Relationship Outside of ATEEZ

Masterlist

ITZY’s Ryujin

#2Shin

Her Wifey

They both competed on MIXNINE together

Didn’t think she would become friends with her just cause Amanda is so shy and Ryujin was really popular

But Ryujin came up to compliment her on her audition and the rest is history

They shared a room during the competition, so they got even more close

Laughing until they end up crying together is a everyday thing for them

They don’t get to see each other often because of busy schedule, but when they are free they spend time together

Each other hypewoman

Video of each of them dancing and singing to each others performance on MAMA 2019 went viral

Biggest Midzy

Dreamcatcher

Just like Ryujin, she met Jiu on MIXNINE

Jiu was just ray of sunshine

Amanda couldn’t believe she was older than her by the way she acted

She ended up getting closer to all the other members of Dreamcatcher through Jiu

She started having a huge girl crush on Dambi after hearing her rap

can't blame her, we all have a massive crush on dambi

Got really sad when she, Siyeon, Yoohyeon and Dambi left

The girls are always giving her hugs and words of encouragement and vice versa

Since they have some of the same music producer they always ask how the other one is doing

Even though they text each other all the time

Meet often backstage of music shows when they are promoting around the same time

They always joke that she is their 8th member

Biggest Insomnia

Weeekly's Soojin

Another person she met on MIXNINE

They didn't get close until near the end of the show

When Soojin chose a girl to join her performance team of Miss A's Bad Girl Good Girl and was rejected, she was really stressed about how the team would turn out

She ended up picking Amanda next to join the team

Amanda could tell Soojin was worried, so Amanda gave her a lot of encouraging words and told her to just go with her guts when picking the other girls to join them

They started getting closer after being in other performances on the show together

Amanda became super protective of her since Soojin was so young at the time, but she was impressed with her leadership ability and wasn’t surprised when she debuted as the leader of Weeekly

She sent her a bunch of flowers for her when they debut

She’s just a proud mom of Soojin

Biggest Daileee

TXT's Soobin

Txteez have had so many interactions, especially since Wooyoung and Yeonjun are such close friends, but Amanda wasn't as close to them as the boys were

She became closer with Soobin after MCing on Music Bank together in 2020

Both we so awkward and shy when first meeting

Now they are like siblings even though everyone be shipping them

They bonded over their hatred for mint chocolate (sorry san)

The height difference

Amanda is such a midget next to him even in heels

Amanda is always like “Can you give me some of that height pls?”

They both fangirl/boy over the idols they meet while hosting

Knowing choreo for every groups song and dancing their heart out to them together

Constant laughing and teasing each other when they make a mistake while MCing

They are just the softest pair and everyone is whipped for them

Always ghosting each other’s messages

Just more txteez interaction that everyone wants

Biggest Moa

Im Nayoung

"Always Happy! It's Tea Party!"

Her fellow member of Tea Party from Imitation drama

Amanda was so happy to be in a girl group since she was originally suppose to be in one and to have Nayoung in it just made it 100x better

She was a huge fan of I.O.I and Pristin and had such mad respect for Nayoung

Even though Amanda acted as the leader in the drama, Nayoung was the real leader in Amanda's heart and huge role model for her

They are just super chill besties

You can see them non-stop talking during breaks on set

The cast and staff kept calling them Husband and Wife

Amanda would be giving her iconic disgusted look when Nayoung had romantic scenes with Yunho

"She's mine! *pulls Nayoung away from Yunho*"

SF9's Hwiyoung

Another person she met through Imitation

And another awkward meeting

Ngl she was intimidated by him since he was so tall and just looked scary but also really hottt oops

can't blame her i mean look at him

She soon realize he is just a giant softie

He was such a gentleman to her

Amanda kept telling the boys that they should be just like him and treat her like he does

They still don't and probably won't ever

Pls when she found out that he had a SoundCloud, she listen to all the songs and the next day on set she was like "DUDDEEE YOUR SONGS ARE SO GOOOD!!!"

*insert blushy & smiley hwiyoung*

Biggest Fantasy

Stray Kids' Bangchan, Felix, and Seungmin

Another group Ateez have many interaction with and Amanda just wasn't as close to them as the boys were

Become friends with Seungmin after working together on Kingdom for Mayfly V unit

They gave each other a lot of encouragement and support while preparing for the performance

They also just sounded so amazing together when they performed

She became closer friends with Felix and Bangchan on Kingdom too

She was so happy to talk to people in English

Her and Felix were complaining about how hard Korean language is

Once they got each other number, they wouldn't stop sending memes to each other

They are literally living memes themselves, but also like super adorable

Bangchan was such a sweetheart to her

She has mad respect for him

The three of them also talked about missing their hometown

She secretly obsessed with their Aussie accents

Just more Strayteez moment for everyone

Biggest Stays

© ateez-amanda — all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[vonaerys-blog]

NCT, a Step Towards the Future

[Or NCT is Taking Over Me and I'm Powerless]

Now this has become a tradition. Me, going back to this abandoned website just to write about men who caught my attention, turning me into a big fan, yada-yada. Well, NCT is different, I felt the elation, euphoria, and excitement. And I believe this time I think it’s real.

Me discovering them wasn’t unplanned but it was unexpected. Around July, a few months ago, I was slowly venturing towards other interests, read: men, as I find it suffocating in the other fandom I was in. Repeated fan wars left and right made me disinterested further.

I followed a bunch of topics of different K-pop idols on Twitter during that time. There was Mingyu, Jooheon, even NCT/WayV’s Lucas, the local male idol group called BGYO, and lastly the Gilas Pilipinas Basketball player Dwight Ramos. But what surprised me was Jaehyun who slithered his way into me without knowing who he was.

It was Mixx’s fault, a Thai actor, on why Jaehyun’s face and whole being invades me right now. He liked a bunch of the guy’s pics on Twitter which in turn ended up flooding my timeline. Now, I didn’t complain at all, it got me even more curious to the point where I followed accounts that’s dedicated to him. I avoided fan accounts as much as possible, I don’t want history repeating itself. (Bad fandom experience involving brainless vermins.) It’s my “live, laugh, love” era and I don’t want some kids to ruin my rebirth, having close friends who turned into NCTzen at the same time as me is enough.

For the first weeks of me being a fan, I didn’t listen to their music at all. I was busy gushing about Jaehyun and his peers. They have multiple channels on YouTube where they put up random videos of them doing different activities. I must say those really pulled me in. Their dynamics with one another amazes me. 

The content was never ending. It’s like they covered almost every niche of activity one can have. From planting fruits to rock climbing, doing ASMR videos or doing some stretching, playing football, assembling an aquarium, or if you like anything mint chocolate? They made a video about that, no caps. I fell in love deeply with how entertaining they are, and how caring they are towards one another. It’s like watching 23 siblings having fun!

Now I know it’s a bit unorthodox, liking a K-pop group without listening to their songs? Hey, here’s the thing, them being an SM artist is a dead giveaway about their talent, musicality, vocals, and their GOD tier visuals. 23 godly men. Conversation done!

And when I finally ventured to their music, it was an instant hit to my ears. The cacophony of layerings, beats, drops (and anti drops, I’m looking at you Sticker!) truly amazed me. I love how different they sound among their contemporaries, always not afraid to be experimental with sounds. The juxtaposition of different styles incorporated into one song? I was clearly awed, it’s like for every mood they have a song for it! People call it noise music and yet their faves are now finally doing the same. Talk about NCT being the blueprint. Ahead of their time, I must say! Then the music videos, it blew me away! When I say SM has the budget for them, they have the budget for them! The editing is so visually pleasing. From NCT U’s Make A Wish to NCT Dream’s Hello Future, WayV’s Regular to NCT 127’s Superhuman, they are all great. Their choreography is always on point, the dancers in the group always give their 100% paired with top tier vocals and you have a power group.

A friend said I came into fandom just at the right time. These men are now all polished and perfect according to them and that gave me, weirdly enough, an assurance that they would never bend down according to what’s trending, to what’s in. They drew flak from people, calling them flops early on, but they persisted and remained original and now it's paying off. It’s never a secret that I knew a few of them since their SM Rookies days. And to watch and see the crowd appreciate them, join the fandom, other groups copying their styles, and now they spearheaded another “risk” during NCT 127’s most recent comeback with STICKER (now, watch its style become the standard in the future), it gave me a sense of pride.

All these achievements have made me proud. I might’ve been a fan for only a few months but reading about and watching their journey has made my heart full with emotions. They inspire me, they make me feel appreciated, they show me the love that has been neglected to me. It’s like I finally found someone that truly deserves the love that I can offer. Being an NCTzen feels surreal because I’ve never been this happier in a fandom. NCT never made us feel alone, they wanted us to see them, to listen to them. They talk to us, they sing to us, they play with us, it is like we are breathing in the same city, breathing the same air. It’s like I can touch them within arm’s reach ready to grab my hand and pull me in their embrace.

And these men are all so grounded. They do not put themselves on pedestals instead they’re all relatable, one way or another. Like how Taeyong was a lost cause during his trainee days. That boy came in with nothing, his mentor almost gave up on him because he can’t dance at all but he persevered. He practiced every night coming back to their dorm late to perfect his skills, and now we’re here, him being the leader of the whole NCT, producing his own songs, and becoming one of the top idols of Korea. Or Renjun who originally auditioned as a dancer but ends up as the lead vocalist because of how beautiful his voice was. And then there’s Jungwoo, sweet Jungwoo who suffered from anxiety to the point where he had to take a break, a hiatus, from NCT. But now he’s back and has done promotions with them, making everybody smile with his antics, and even being an MC to a music show! Imagine how our hearts swelled seeing how far he has come, how brave he was, and how inspiring he is to all NCTzens.

A few days ago, NCT 127 had their comeback. It is my first as an NCTzen and it had me on edge during the releases of the teaser every night until D-day. My friends and I talked on Twitter Space daily, having conversations about the surprises they had for us. This comeback was a culture shock for me. They probably had done every content possible for hyping it up. From photo teasers to track videos, the different concepts they created to even having a whole 30 minutes of sitcom-ish video (which had me laughing like there’s no tomorrow, they’re that good.) Guestings, reality shows, etc. They did it. And it worked! Everyone was excited, they became double million sellers, even breaking some of their own records! Their lead track, STICKER, became the talk of the town. It was so different but it was so Neo. Some didn’t immediately grasp it but once they did it’s game over, it sticks to you. The song was very experimental, probably their most unique title track ever. It’s not NCT if it’s not top tier and CAMP!

My experience with NCT has been euphoric, it brought out joy that has become a stranger to me. It was like I’m constantly unlearning trauma, removing all these baggages that has pulled me down and just being elated at what they have to offer. And in that I become happier, not caring at what others have to say to these men because I know that it won’t hold them back, they would come out hard and strong. I’m also excited for their future comebacks. I heard 127 will have a repackage, there’s WayV’s another album, and possibly NCT 2021! I cannot wait for the future because I am so sure that it’ll be brighter and filled with reciprocated love.

Here I am loved, and I love in return.

♡♡♡

Sincerely,

Vonaerys.

[hangsangwithbts]

I Love You, Too | Yoongi

Summary: Yoongi loves you, but is having a hard time saying it for the first time.

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 942

A/N: originally published on @bangtan-insfired​. This was inspired by a prompt by @otpprompts. I can’t find the exact post on tumblr but here’s the link of where I found the prompt on pinterest.

******

“Stay the night?” You proposed, nervously picking at the hem of your shirt as you turned your head to glance at Yoongi, who was sitting beside you on your couch. The two of you were watching a movie but you had caught his head lolling more than twice.

“It’s late and you look too tired to drive back home so I think it’d be better if–why are you laughing?”

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi told you with a smile. You were acting as if he’d say no to you. “You don’t have to make up excuses–”

“I was not–”

“Yes.” Yoongi cut you off. He let out a yawn, leaning back in the couch and using it as a perfect excuse to wrap his arm around your shoulder, his smile widening when he caught your blush. “I’ll stay the night.”

He could never say no to you, especially when you would look at him with those puppy dog eyes. He was too in love to resist you.

He had always liked you from the moment Seokjin introduced you two. You were one of Seokjin’s close friends from university and after helping him out on a huge project, he had treated you to dinner. It was just supposed to be you and Seokjin but that night all of the members—except for Yoongi—had plans to go out and not wanting to leave him at the dorm alone, Seokjin had dragged Yoongi along with him.

Idealists would call it fate that had brought the two of you together. Yoongi was more of a realist but the moment you had smiled at him, he found himself questioning his beliefs. It was one of those cliché moments from those romantic movies where things just clicked between the two of you and it wasn’t long before the two of you started dating.

He knew he was falling for you when he’d obsessively check his phone every minute, even when his schedule was busy and tight-packed. A smile would form on his face every time he saw a notification from you. Everything seemed to remind him of you, even when he was on tour and miles and miles away. If he stopped at a coffee shop, he’d look at the menu and he’d imagine you beside him, clinging onto his arm, biting your lip deep in thought as you pondered on what to get—despite the fact that you’d end up ordering the same thing every time. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when he fell asleep.

He knew he was in love when three minutes with you was worth much more than a whole day without you. He couldn’t even imagine a future without you. He wanted to be with you and always found time for you, no matter how busy his idol life could be.

Min Yoongi was in love with you…but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

He tried to tell you over the phone during face-time while on tour last week. He had been feeling down and being able to talk to you (and not to mention listen to your passionate rants on what ice cream flavor is best after learning that he did not approve of mint chocolate chip) made him much more aware of his feelings. However, he stopped himself before saying those three words.

Saying “I love you” for the first time is a milestone in a relationship. He wanted to do it in person. But there was another problem. How was he supposed to say it? Was he supposed to plan a romantic date and then tell you? Was it too soon to say those three words? What if you didn’t love him back?

When the movie had finally ended, you decided to call it a night, seeing as Yoongi was struggling to keep his eyes open. You were more than willing to head to bed earlier for his sake but Yoongi was stubborn and wanted to finish it. He felt bad that the two of you didn’t get to see it when it first came out in theater and even though you understood his busy schedule, he still wanted to follow through with watching it with you.

“Baby Groot is so freaking adorable.” You mumbled, feeling your eyes grow heavy as you laid down in bed beside him. “He’s too precious for this world. I love him so much I think I would die for him.”

Yoongi turned to lay on his side and face you, watching as you cuddled up to his chest and closed your eyes. “Me too,” Yoongi replied.

But he wasn’t talking about baby Groot. 

Despite being very tired, his eyes were wide and awake as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he got so lucky to be with someone like you. His lips quirked up to a small smile as your breaths grew even and gentle–a sign that you had fallen asleep already. Letting out a sigh in content, he closed his eyes.

He lightly traced random figures over and over with his fingers on your back. It was a habit of his that he now did it subconsciously, not fully aware that the figures he was tracing on your back weren’t random at all tonight. They were eight letters. Eight letters that formed three words…

“I love you, too.” You said softly, snuggling up closer to him.

Yoongi’s hand went still as it registered in his mind what he had been doing. He glanced down briefly at you to see you wide awake instead of sound asleep as he had thought you to be. 

The corners of your mouth slid upwards, making your eyes sparkle despite the drowsiness. He swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight, his expression mirroring yours. Pressing a kiss against the top of your head, he realized he had been so nervous over nothing.

He loved you and you loved him back.

[phoenix-manga]

Welcoming Freshmen Ceremony Headcanons:

In the freshmen welcoming ceremony, the dorm tenants have to wear their coronation robes. But only the dorm leaders go to the throne chamber while the tenants have to make sure the welcoming party goes smoothly.

NOTE: I won’t try to shove a lot of cultural references in here because I lack the full knowledge, so I’ll just take what I need to build the lore and build a fantasy-way around it.

Pommeneige

The dorm prepares a nice warm meal such as potato and sausage stew, apple dumplings, gooseberry pie and apple cider. These dishes are essential to serve because of the princess who served the seven dwarfs the same dish as a sign of gratitude. So the students eat the meal along with the dwarfs who make them selves comfortable at the dinner table, chatting with the students and sometimes playing around.

After eating, the students gather outside and they watch the dwarfs sing and dance. Sometimes the students will be tempted to join in and sing along. Then they share stories about anything they could think of before the day ends.

Glastanzerin

The dorm gathers the tenants to the large dining hall where there’s tea and small cakes to be eaten while they make small talk. The cakes are decorated with fruits coated with nappage glaze.

Afterwards, they are lead to a ballroom where the golden statues of noblemen come to life when the clock strikes 8 pm. The students then dance with the statues or just stand around and chat. The ball ends at midnight where the statues go back to their original positions and become inanimate. once again.

Futterwacken

The dorm will hold a chaotic tea party. They bring out the chocolate fountain that is built with several spouts that are shaped like teapots. The fountain produces about five different syrup flavors, strawberry, chocolate, cream, caramel, and maple syrup. The food they serve is a variety of tarts, waffles and cupcakes that can be decorated using several sprinkles and candies near the fountain. There’s also non-dessert dishes served like scotch dodo egg, mushroom stew and tiny-to-large-sandwiches. The drinks are pink lemonade and minty earl gray tea.

The teapots dance to the tune of the flowers as they sing, Golden Afternoon, where even the shrubs and trees would sway to the tune. The flowers take this chance to leave their pots and dance around the students and sometimes stand on the student’s head.

Rosadormienti

The fairies of the dorm would come out and dance about in the air and give minor blessings to the newcomers that last throughout the school year. The blessings can range from luck to protective spells to even small gifts that carry mysterious properties.

The students then hold acapella shows where they sing popular songs that have the students joining in too.

The dorm isn’t too extravagant with the welcoming ceremony but they have fun nonetheless. When the students are asleep, the flowers release glittering pollen that gives them pleasant dreams and help them relax.

Coquille

The sea creatures and students would attend a musical performance that the upperclassmen would prepare with the dorm leader at the center stage. They do synchronized swimming alongside other sea creatures, they finish it off with the crystal on the roof shining bright.

After the performance, the freshmen students have to show their musical capabilities by doing an idol performance of their song of choice. They can perform solo or with a group if they wish.

Then afterwards is the tour of the dorm where they show them their dorm rooms as well as a special visit to the Pearl Salon.

Chateau Beastiale

The dorm will of course hold a grand feast courtesy of Gustove and his floating plates accompanied by a singing chandelier. The song, “Be Our Guest”, is a song that has been considered a tradition for the furniture to sing. The dishes are a variety of french cuisine and desserts for the students to enjoy.

After the magnificent dinner, the students are allowed to roam about and get acquainted with one another. The freshmen are surprised that they get their own talking wardrobe, the wardrobes spend the first hour talking about what style would the student prefer so that they may do their duty to utmost perfection.

Magiaoasis

The dorm would hold their welcoming feast at the dorm’s large garden area where the flamingos, peacocks and parrots would fly about and do whatever they please, occasionally a parrot or two would fly close to the students to ask for a small snack before flying off. The feast has a large spread of Middle Eastern cuisine such as, manakeesh, shawarma, baklava, and zainab fingers, with coffee and limon ou nana as refreshments.

The feast isn’t too extravagant but the calming atmosphere of the sunset with the sounds of chirping birds makes it feel like home.

Dragonstone

There is a welcoming parade done by the dragons of the dorm, they dance and throw a golden ball around like some sort of game. The climax of the parade is when the ball is thrown high up and it explodes into a bright array of fireworks.

After that, the students eat in the dining hall with the dorm leader giving a welcoming speech. The dinner isn’t filled with dancing or anything, it’s more of lively chatter that paints the image of a large family gathering.

There’s chinese hotpot, dumplings, peking duck, chow mein and wontons as the main course. Chinese snowflake cake, sticky rice cake, accompanied with complimentary fortune cookies for dessert. 

Sagamore

The dorm is more of a less grand impression but it involves students given the reminder of the harmony with the land and it’s gifts. The saying, take only what you need and nothing more. There is a table filled with plenty of food such as, roasted turnips and winter squash, turkey with berry-mint sauce, and chia pudding with berries and amaranth for dessert. But they don’t eat yet, they have to wait for the dorm leader to hunt one bison for the bison pot roast.

The dorm leader goes to hunt for a bison but there is a strict rule that the dorm leader follows if she hunts for a bison, do not kill a female or a baby bison, and the leader of the herd must be left alone. Only hunt a male that isn’t a leader, the bisons in this world have certain features that determine the leader such as large horns and a magical rune that symbolizes leader on it’s body.

When the dorm leader returns with a bison, the students the have the freshmen help with the preparation of cooking the bison pot roast. From there, the dorm leader gives thanks to the blessings of the earth and they tell stories while they eat.

Lagniappe

The dorm will always start with a jazz band playing classic jazz music or jazz covers. There’s dancing and singing in the dorm, the fireflies circle around the boat as the students party. 

Of course there’s going to be food! The famous Gumbo made by the historical figure is to die for, beignets, jambalaya and king cake. Every dish made has to be followed accordingly to the recipes of the princess and the way she did it.

Afterwards, the fireflies disperse and put on a light show for them. The animals in the swamp emerge as if to welcome the new students to the dorm. The frogs jump aboard the boat and stick close to the students as if they want to watch the show with them, this is a normal occurrence so the students are reminded to keep in mind of the frogs.

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I would like some headcanons about how Bruno, Mista, Prosciutto and Giacchio kiss, hug, court and have sex with their respective s / o (I do not ask for anything too extensive, do not worry XD)

Hello, dear! Oh, sure :3 Here we go, hope you’ll like it!

Kiss, court, hug and sex headcanons for Bruno Bucciarati, Guido Mista, Prosciutto and Ghiaccio 

SFW

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s kisses are intense. When he kisses, he does it with full lips, cupping his s/o’s face in his hands, gently stroking their cheeks and gently tilting their head to a side, to have easier access to his lover’s mouth. His lips are soft and plump, kissing him is like receiving a sweet soft cuddle! He puts love in every kiss he gives, from the quickest, when they’re just a peck before going to work, to the more intense when he comes home from a mission, to the passionate ones when he gently scoops them on his arms to carry them to bed. He loves to kiss them while hugging them tightly, as to protect them and never lose them; after the kiss, he usually gives them at least a couple more of sweet kisses on their cheeks, making them softly smile in joy.

Bruno’s a classic romantic, when he courts the person he likes. Flowers, chocolates, dinners… he’s a very attentive man, who always thinks about everything. Still, he doesn’t care about impressing his crush with the money he has; he just wants… to make them feel good. If he has time, he prefers to prepare himself dinner than to take them out; his house is by the sea, he loves to prepare the table in the porch, surrounded by the salty scent of sea and sand, watching with them the sun setting down in the water, while chatting… it’s his dream date. Something simple, but meaningful, that could make both feel at ease and good.

Bruno’s hugs are wonderful! His suits are soft and always smell goods, so it’s really nice to rub the face on them. He has the ability to make everyone feel safe, in his arms. His grip is firm, but not too much, as to leave his s/o the freedom to move and hug him as they prefer. He prefers to hug them while they’re standing up, gently rubbing their back; if they’re smaller than him, he’d put his cheek on their head, often also kissing their hair, welcoming their face in the crock of his neck -and kisses here would be the end of him. He loves so much kisses on the neck!-. In his arms, it’s like nothing could hurt them; his hugs feel like home.

Guido Mista

Mista’s kisses are full of enthusiasm! His lips are a bit chapped but still plump and soft, so kissing him is utterly nice. He’s one who takes his s/o in his arms and kiss them passionately, eyes closed, full lips, his arms around their waist or one of his hands on their nape, to keep them close. Sometimes, if it’s the right time for some spicy hours, he also gently nibbles his s/o’s lips, lightly sucking their bottom lip, smirking when they softly gasp. He also loves a lot pecks! Pecks everywhere, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the neck… wherever their lips can reach! He loves to give and to receive in same measure. Every occasion is perfect for a kiss! But morning kisses have a special taste. Being a utter romantic, he just loves to kiss the love of his life as first kiss in the morning!

Mista loves romance. To someone it may seem that Mista is in “love with the idea of love”, but it’s not so: Mista doesn’t idolize love to the point to be deluded by “real life love”, but he does think that the person he loves deserves to be courted in the best possible way. Flowers, chocolates, cute messages… his crush is going to feel so loved, when he courts them! He loves dates where they can walk around the city, something informal, something casual. An ice-cream and a lot of chats! He loves to hear them talking, he loves to know more about them, to laugh with them. Dates with him are fun and his crush would often blush in content pleasure, when Mista softly smiles at them, his eyes full of love as he watches them and his mouth full of sincere words of appreciation.

Mista gives bear hugs! The type of hugs that make you feel warm and protected, even if maybe a bit too much squeezed. When he doesn’t see his s/o for a bit, due to a long mission, the right instant he spots his s/o he runs towards them and hugs them with so much onrush to lift them from the ground and spin them around, laughing with them as he sinks his face in their hair. If his s/o is smaller than him, he also loves to hug them from behind, enveloping their shoulders with his arms and resting his cheek on their hair, with a happy sigh. Sometimes he slouches on them, chuckling when they protest, letting them even smacking his arms and chest, faking whines of pain that usually find their end in a kiss.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s kisses are passionate. He almost seems to start to kiss even before the real kiss has started, watching them with an intensity that makes their knees tremble. His lips are soft, not really plump but extremely nice to kiss; sometimes they carry with them the faint taste of liquor or mint -he hates having his mouth tasting of smoke, so, after a cigarette, he chews a chewing gum-. When he kisses, he goes for a full kiss: tongue and dominance are a must. Depending by the moment -being it a lazy kiss or a kiss before some quality time- the way he imposes his dominance can variate, but, anyway, his kisses never miss to make his s/o melt and sigh in pleasure. He also loves to kiss their eyelids, when they’re still sleeping, to wake them up in the sweetest way, and collarbone.

Despite his origins not in a rich family, Prosciutto was always taught the respect a partner deserves. And he never forgot this lesson: he utterly respects his partner and this shows also during the courting period. He’s extremely galant, showering them in attentions and small gifts. He also likes to make them some surprises, showing up at their workplace or house just to give them a bouquet and a kiss on the cheek, or just to check if they’re fine. When he has to stay out of the town for long time, due to a mission, he always tries to make up for this by spending as much time as he can with them. He never puts them in second place and is shows in how much he knows them: their smallest habits and quirks, what they like or don’t like… he remembers everything.

Prosciutto’s hugs are extremely protective. He completely envelopes his s/o in his arms, keeping them safely nestled against his chest. He doesn’t usually hugs them everywhere, but in private he does it very often. He also loves to keep them on his lap and holding them on their low back or hug them from behind and softly placing his hands on their hips and then belly, keeping their back on his chest. The best hugs he gives, however, are when he’s just awaken: those are tight, warm, they have that smell of sleep and blankets and his lazy and sleepy smile makes those hugs even more beautiful!

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio’s kisses are like him: impetuous. His kisses are all lips, teeth and tongue; he doesn’t know what a “soft kiss” is. His kisses are almost bruising! But no one can say that they lack of passion or intention. He doesn’t kiss in public, not even a peck on the cheek; he reserves all forms of affection for their private life. There’s not a great difference from his normal kisses to the “spicier” ones, as he’s always intense! The most noticeable difference between his kisses is between his usual kisses and the sleepy ones: in general, when Ghiaccio is sleepy or really, really tired, he becomes way more cuddly and this reflects also in his kisses. They are softer, slower, in this case he lets his s/o taking the control of the kiss. It’s a total new experience, but nonetheless beautiful!

Ghiaccio doesn’t know how to flirt or court a person he likes. It’s just… so awkward, for him! And he usually doesn’t even do it, if he doesn’t really like a person. In this case, he’d ask some advice around, whispering and with the solemn promise not to say his “secret” to anyone. Prosciutto is the best candidate to ask advice to, and the blonde advises him really well. Even if Ghiaccio is evidently stiff and awkward, he tries hard and his best and this shows. He tries to stay as calm as possible, even if he’s in a too loud place, he listens to them, he tries to talk and interact with them as much as possible… and, after the first awkward two or three dates, he starts to relax for real. And now he becomes really a pleasant company! Ghiaccio’s not bad, when he’s not angry. He knows a lot of things and, until no one touches topics that could trigger him, he’s a really pleasant person to talk with. And, for his s/o, he tries his best to be this person and not the angry version of himself.

Ghiaccio’s hugs are crushing! As for his kisses, he doesn’t give them in public and doesn’t control his strength when he gives them. Especially when he’s back from a mission, in particular a long -and dangerous- mission, he goes straight to hug his s/o, sinking his face in the crock of their neck, crushingly pressing them on his chest. He doesn’t let them go until he’s finally relaxed and the best way to do so -and so start to breath again- is to gently pet his hair and rub his scalp. In this way, he’d calm down faster, finally releasing them a bit, just enough to let them breathe properly. When he’s sleepy, his hugs are still crushing, but in this case he wants more to be hugged than to hug; he often just nestles on their chest, humming as they hug him and caress his hair, his eyes closed. He’s unbelievably tranquil and cute, in this case!

(Under the cut for the NSFW part!)

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Bruno Bucciarati

As for everything else with him, also sex with Bruno is intense and meaningful. He doesn’t like quickies, as he likes to take proper care of his s/o as they deserve. He loves to prepares them thoroughly, to the point that they beg for him to finally start the main event. He doesn’t mind if his s/o wants to top, as he can admire them moving on him, while squeezing their thighs and hips, helping them to follow the rhythm they want. Usually, however, he’s the one in charge and he’s more for positions where he can watch his s/o’s face; he loves to see it twisting in pleasure as they go on. He also usually loves to hold their hands, interweaving his fingers with theirs, and kiss all their face and neck, biting down when he reaches his peak. He doesn’t mind if his s/o does the same, smugly smiling at them, a gleam in his eyes that makes their knees tremble and their core pulsing even more.

Guido Mista

Mista’s first thought is always to put his s/o at ease. He starts slowly, with kisses, touches and caresses, to relax them, even if they’re together since long. He wants his s/o to always have a wonderful experience! He’s the king of oral, so his s/o hasn’t to beg for him to go down, as he goes without being asked to. When they’re in the main act, he loves to hug them, to keep them flushed to his chest, to feel their hands in his hair… he also likes when they tug his hair a bit! It always drives him crazy, to his s/o’s utter joy. He hasn’t a marked favourite position, but surely he prefers the ones where he can hug his s/o, it doesn’t matter if from behind or front. He also loves worship! Both to give and receive. It makes him feel utterly loved and he lives to make his s/o feel so, so long worshipping sessions are common between them, as also cuddly aftercares!

Prosciutto

Prosciutto is suave, in bed. His hands do their magic, as he whisper heated lovely words on his s/o’s ear, puffing soft hot breaths on it, making them shiver. He knows really well how to prepare them for the main act, making them jelly and needy way before they even touch the bed. He’s a more dominant person, so the occasions when he lets them take the lead are really rare, but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy when it happens. He loves positions that allow him to have control, where he can pin their body -and especially their hands- down and where he can watch with a smug smile how their face twists in pleasure and bliss; he loves to see that he’s doing a good job making them feel like this. He prefers receiving than giving, but when he goes down he makes them see stars in minutes. Aftercare is gentle and loving, as he loves to scoop them in his arms and rubbing their back, whispering how good they have been while kissing their forehead and face.

Ghiaccio

Even in bed, Ghiaccio almost seems not to be able to contain his strength and onrush. Vanilla? He doesn’t know what it is. With him, everything is rough, and sex is so too. He loves to kiss all his way on their collarbone, chest, abdomen and down, on their core and inner thighs. As he goes down, he usually leaves a trail of bites and purple splotch, as to mark them as his, especially on their chest, inner thighs and the base of their neck. He loves positions that allow him to be in total control and he’s not prone to give them the lead, not even when he’s tired. Leading the act makes him feel more confident and it allows him to show how much he loves them. He’s not satisfied if they don’t cum at least a couple of times before his own release and one last hard bite. Aftercare can be a bit cuddly, if he’s in a good mood, or simple clean up and then sleep, but, even in the second case, he always hugs his s/o tightly -denying it when he’s fully awaken-.

[cheonsans]

↳ 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑠

Stage Name ↬ N/A

Full Name ↬ Song Kyuha

Korean Name ↬ 성규하

Birthday ↬ August 1, 2000 (Leo)

Birthplace ↬ Changwon, South Korea

Hometown ↬ Changwon, South Korea

Ethnicity ↬ Korean

Nationality ↬ Korean

Languages ↬ Korean, English

↳ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟

Group ↬ FEYWILD

Position ↬ Vocalist, sub-rapper, producer 

Label ↬ Superbia Entertainment

Profession ↬ Idol, model, producer

Years Active ↬ 2020 - present

↳ 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙

Face Claim ↬ Na Jaemin 

Height ↬ 181.7 cm | 5'11″

Blood Type ↬ A

Piercings ↬ 3x per ear

Tattoos ↬ n/a

↳ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦

Positive ↬ Bright, visionary, focused, artistic, empathetic, driven

Negative ↬ Hyperactive, fussy, gullible, loud, aloof, clumsy, chaotic

↳ 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎

He produces the majority of the group’s songs, including the entirety of their debut album.

Kyuha is very athletic, and enjoys skiing, swimming, and playing volleyball, in particular.

He’s currently being given English lessons by Ren, which unfortunately means starting with cursed phrases and meme terminology.

The Chinese characters for his given name, 圭夏, mean “jade pointed at the top” and “multicolored”, respectively. 

His stagename was originally supposed to be Q, but he opted to use his real name, instead.

He produces under the name Q&A, for both FEYWILD and other idol groups. He got his start on Soundcloud, and a lot of his older music is still up there under that name.

He’s closest with Ren in the group, and the two of them are pretty much the chaos line in the group. Renha is also a popular ship amongst fans.

He’s notoriously the hardest member to wake vip in the mornings, and rarely, if ever, is awake before noon unless he absolutely has to be. He also has a habit of falling asleep on the other members and even staff. 

Kyuha pretty much needs to be babysat by staff (along with Seungho). He will run off and do cartwheels down hallways if he isn’t at arms length of a manager who can stop him.

He cannot stand spicy foods or anything too sour, and claims even dark chocolate is too bitter for him. 

Fans have noted that Kyuha smiles very easily on camera, and has a wonderfully captivating presence both on and offstage. 

According to him, he’s broken his phone screen six times in the past three months. 

Kyuha’s favorite colors are mint green, teal, and silver. 

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Facts about the Why Don't We Boys!

here are a few facts about the boys:

~Jack Robert Avery~

•He is 18 years old

•He was born on July 1st, 1999 (Cancer)

•He is the second oldest of 4

•He has three sisters (Isla Stanford, Ava Stanford, Sydnie Avery)

•He was born in Burbank, California but quickly moved to Susquehanna, Pennsylvania before he reached the age 1.

•He grew a fan base on his amazing piano and guitar skills.

•oh and his cute face

•He went on tour, IMPACT, along with Zach Herron and Corbyn Besson.

•Jack is known as the renaissance man in the band.

•He skateboards and plays basketball.

•His parents are divorced; he lives with his mom

•His dad remarried a Portuguese woman but then later divorced her. (dont ask why I know this)

•His older sister Syd, has her own clothing line and it’s freaking cute (sweetgirlco.com)

•His hair was originally straight but he permed it.

• He has an ex-girlfriend named Paige

~Zachary Dean Herron~

•He is 16

•He was born on May 27, 2001 (Gemini)

•He is the youngest member of WDW

•He was born and raised in Dallas, Texas.

•A video of him singing “Stitches” went viral, having over 10 million views.

• He gained a lot of followers on his Instagram and YouTube channel by posting his own covers.

•He is the oldest of his other siblings (Ryan and Reese)

•He’s an older, cuter, hit-puberty version of Jacob Sartorius.

•He released two singles in 2016, Timelapse and Why.

•He went on tour, IMPACT, accompanied with Corbyn Besson and Jack Avery.

•He’s got these red cheeks that are frickin adorable

•His mom is asian and his dad is white. (?)

•His dad supposedly makes the best breakfast burritos

•He also loves those egg things w/ the mustard in it.

~Daniel James Seavey~

•He is 18 years old

•He was born on April 2nd, 1999 (Aries)

•He has three other siblings (Anna, Tyler, Chris)

•He is from Vancouver, Washington

•He appeared on the show, American Idol, season 14 and made it to top 9

•He was the youngest contestant on that season

•He impressed Jennifer Lopez right away with his young age and talent.

•After losing the show, he turned to YouTube to post covers and collabs w/ Lovey James.

•His father and him would play music on the streets of Portland.

•Whenever he smiles, the earth quakes and the girls’ knees wobble.

•He freaking loves watermelon

•Apparently he has pure hatred for stuffing

•He’s crafty and artistic.

•He plays too many instruments, I can’t even count that high

~Corbyn Matthew Besson~

•He is 18 years old

•He was born on November 25, 1998 (Sagittarius)

•He is from Texas but later on moved to Virginia

•He has 2 other siblings (Ashley and Jordan)

•He’s currently dating Christina Marie (YouTube/YouNow star) @beautychickee

•His fave ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip (my fave!)

•He’s the king at roasting people

•He’s aesthetic af

•Christina and him are goals

•He went on the IMPACT tour with Jack Avery and Zach Herron

•He dropped a single on iTunes called “The Only One”

•He has a YouTube channel where he posts a lot of his song covers

•He gained over 100,000 followers on YouNow

~Jonah Marais Roth Frantzvich~

•He’s 19 years old

•He was born on June 16, 1998 (Gemini)

•He is the oldest member of WDW

•He is from Stillwater, Minnesota

•He has two other siblings (Esther Grace & Zebulon)

•He was on the DigiTour 2014

•He gained a mass following on YouNow

•He owns a cute farm

•His hometown is so old fashion and flipping gorgeous

•He’s known as the foodie of the band.

•He put out an EP “When The Daylights Gone”

•He used to play baseball

•He loves to post about potatoes

•He got signed to “26” by Chad Grier (Nash & Hayes’s father)

•He gets underrated in the band but honestly he deserves all the love in the world :)

•In his farm, he has a chicken named Daisy

•There’s a tattoo on his upper arm of (i think) a duck.

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