#txt when you're feeling cold

[huexuri]

𖥔 · txt + fav pet names in bed!!

NSFW, MDNI

⚠️ warnings: fem!reader, sub!soobin, dom!tyun, sub!hyuka, degradation in tyuns, pet names obviously (some are used on reader : slut / mommy), bratty soobin, swearing, somno in kai's but it's consented, tba and lmk if i missed anything!

🗒️ note: guys im so sorry why was soobins and yeonjuns scenarios shorter than the others..... for some reason nothing else came out of my mind legit :')

⋆ .˚ yeonjun 🦊 - love

— call him "my love" and chills WILL go down his spine

— he's obsessed with the fact that he belongs to you. basically, he loves being yours.

— when you call him 'love' it just never fails to remind him that he's.. your love:(

₊ ࣪✦ .˚

yeonjun's arms are around your waist as he spoons you from behind and slowly pounds into you. “ah, yeonjun, s-so good,” you sputter, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. he closes in on you deeper.

“feels good?” he whispers as he lays sloppy kisses down your jawline, holding your back so close to his. you feel his warmth protect you from the cold air as he sneaks a hand up under your shirt to touch your bare breasts. his hands are the warmest when he touches you where you're most sensitive, and you hiss through your teeth at the feeling.

“feels so good when you're pounding into me like that, my love.” you answer his question, but you realize he's stopped kissing you slowly as his breath lays heavy on your neck.

“fuck, ‘love’?” yeonjun whispers. he whines as he fucks into you deeper with more force, and it catches you off guard.

“holy fuck, darling… please, please say i'm your love.” yeonjun cries out as he practically slams into you, grip on his bedsheets so strong it turns his knuckles a white hue.

“a-ah! you're mine, love! mh..!” you moan as you're caught off guard by the sudden intensity. you didn't realize how much yeonjun loved being called ‘love’ until this moment, where even the word itself makes yeonjun's lips latch onto your neck.

“yeah? fuck… fuck you're so hot…that's right, i'm all yours, all yours—!” yeonjun spurs, his movements slowly becoming nonsensical and all you can do is take it.

⋆ .˚ soobin 🐰 - bunny

— never beating the bunny allegations

— loves being your bunny, listening to whatever you tell to him because he's so obedient only when it comes to you

— no matter how hard he tries to be a brat, call him bunny and he ends up submitting to you in an instant

₊ ࣪✦ .˚

“soobin, if you don't listen baby… for fucks sake.” you continue to rub his tip against your folds as you hover over him, teasing him every two minutes. you pretend that you are about to sink down on him just to lift your hips again, earning a whine from him and occasional hisses through his teeth.

“and what are you gonna do if i don't listen?” soobin laughs as he licks his lips, thrusting up into you impatiently until you hold his thighs down.

“what did i fucking say, bunny?” you retreat, and he falls silent.

for a while he's quiet, his eyes morphing into a puppy-like pleading gaze and his lips quivering as he shakes underneath you. until, he finally decides to speak up again, and of course… he's—

"s-sorry, ‘m sorry, p-promise i won't be bad again," soobin pathetically cries out.

"yeah? are you r-r-really?" you coo. after what felt like forever to him, you finally sink down on him as a reward for his patience, and to that, he lets out the most heavenly broken moans in relief as he throws his head back, muttering thank you's over and over again like that's the only word he knows how to speak.

⋆ .˚ beomgyu 🐻 - pretty

— i mean… that's just cus he is… what else am i supposed to call him

— and he knows it too — the way his eyes light up when you call him pretty?

— especially turns him on and gets him all riled up because he loves when he's acknowledged as your pretty boy

₊ ࣪✦ .˚

“gyuuu~ what you doing?” you approach beomgyu who is playing on the computer with his friends.

“just playing, what's up?” as he spins his chair to look towards your direction, a smile grows onto his face at the sight of his girlfriend standing at the doorway.

“nothing, just wanted to come in and bug you, hehe.”

“c'mere then princess,” beomgyu says, he pats his lap, initiating to take a seat, and you do, sitting sideways so you don't block his view of the screen.

“you can continue playing, i'll watch you!” you insist.

as he's playing, you really can't help but notice how prettily his hair falls over his face as he's focused, eyes glued onto the character on screen.

you sweep a strand of his hair away from beomgyu's face and he smiles and looks at you for a brief moment before his focus goes back to the game.

“my pretty beomgyu,” you mutter as your gaze is latched on nowhere else but his features.

but beomgyu almost instantly takes his headset off, gazes at you, and you immediately feel his boner poking your thighs from underneath.

“are you…” you scoff at him in disbelief and .. slight amusement.

“yeah, i am.” beomgyu tucks your hair behind your ear. “say what you just said.”

“my… pretty beomgyu?” you hesitantly say as you try to get off his lap, but it only makes him hold your hips down.

“that's right, i'm your pretty boy.” gyu smirks as he grinds up into you, and the videogame is long forgotten by now.

⋆ .˚ taehyun 🐿️ - sir

— sorry guys this might be a bit cringe

— first of all i know he loves to be the dom in the relationship

— loves to be in authority all the time, so when you call him sir or anything along those lines really… expect your ability to walk gone by tomorrow

— calling him sir is like a way of telling him fuck me till the sun rises

₊ ࣪✦ .˚

“taehyun, what are you—”

as taehyun backs you up to your bedroom wall, you're sandwiched in between the concrete and taehyun's broad composure.

he pins your wrists above your head with his right hand, the other cupping your cheek and stroking it gently.

“what do you mean what am i doing?” taehyun almost growls. “what did i say about touching yourself without telling me?” he inches closer to you, and you immediately feel his hard-on poking against your lower stomach.

“i'm sorry, i-i missed you so much i couldn't wait! forgive me!” you cry in defense, but it's like talking to a wall, because he doesn't listen to your pleas.

“fucking impatient girl. wanted me to come in and see you in nothing but my shirt and your panties?” taehyun hooks his finger around the hem of your underwear, then slipping his hand under to tease you. “of course you're wet. you love when you're humiliated like this in front of me, huh?”

“t-taehyun!” you yelp, not even knowing what you're calling him for.

“that's not my name.” he lets go of your wrists and lifts your chin, inching a finger towards your mouth to fondle with your lips.

“remember what i told you? what do sluts like you address me?”

“s-sir,” you mumble in uncertainty.

“louder!” taehyun's gaze into yours intensifies.

“sir! i'm sorry!” you spit out, and a shit-eating grin is plastered onto his face.

“that's right, good girl. now, haven't you been waiting for a while now?” taehyun’s hands deviate towards his belt as he starts to unbuckle it.

⋆ .˚ hueningkai 🐧 - good boy

— this may seem a bit cringe AGAIN but PLEASEhear me out

— just.. the entire sub!kai agenda like … it's pretty hard to perceive him as anything else but a praise desperate whore

— anything you call him that is any sort of praise to him we all know he will fold immediately

— always begging you to reassure him that he's your good boy because that's all he wants to be for you

— literally believes his only purpose here is to pleasure you

₊ ࣪✦ .˚

you couldn't resist it. he looked so pretty as he slept beside you, his bangs away from his face and he just looked so peaceful… a bit too peaceful for you. you just wanted to replace that expression with a fucked out and flushed one, and you couldn't figure why you felt like this, but you started to feel yourself pool at your panties.

you knew that he consented to this, so you gave in; guiltily, you snuck your hand beneath his sweatpants, surprised to feel his cock instantly as he wasn't wearing any boxers.

“mm, ngh,” kai mumbles, his eyes completely shut, his lips slightly parted and at peace of mind — he was completely unconscious about anything happening, but little whines and squirms that uncontrollably rolled off his tongue would wake him — he soon realized you were fondling with his half erect cock, making him wake up in a cold sweat when he, for some reason already feels overstimulated and has absolutely zero idea of what's going on.

“mmh, why is it so—aah,” his eyes are barely fluttering open, and the first thing in his sight is your hand all up in his now fully erect cock.

“w-wait—”

“shhh…” you placed a finger onto his plush lips.

“but—!” kai protested.

you hovered over him, your dolphin shorts shoved to the side to make way for his cock against your entrance.

“don't you wanna be good for me?” you stroked kai's cheek gently, and kai started to relax slightly.

“a-anything for you, mommy…” kai embarrassedly replied, his cheeks completely flushed and hot to the touch.

“good boy, kai~” you cooed, and you sank down onto him inch by inch. kai let out a sigh and started to feel even more stimulated as your gummy walls engulfed him. “are you a good boy? can you take it, baby?”

“oh my god,” kai exhaled as you started to bounce on him. “y-yes, i can, i'm—fuck! i'm your good boy!” he cried, his vision starting to go blurry and his mind in a sudden euphoric state because of your praises; and most importantly, because he knows he's all for you to use.

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Sleepy scenarios with TXT: habits, routines and rituals that occur when you share a bed with them (fluff) 

5 scenarios, member x reader

wc (in total): 2691

no warnings

Yeonjun 

Refuses to use individual blankets and pillows

One blanket, one pillow

You're freezing? Blanket is not big enough to comfortably lay next to each other? Yeonjun takes up the pillow, so his chest is the only free space for your head to rest? Well, you gotta cuddle the whole night then. 

You tuck him in each evening, making sure he has more of the blanket and Yeonjun loooooves it, letting you do this task while having the biggest grin on his face. 

You keep complaining about it, but end up giving in to the forced cuddles, because do you want to freeze? No! Do you want to sleep without Yeonjun to have your own blanket? NO!?

Yeonjun always makes sure you sleep first regardless of how tired he might be. 

He caresses your arm up and down, gently has his hand on your back or lets his fingers slowly wander over your face. 

You end up turning away and taking up all the blanket with one move. That's when Yeonjun knows he can fall asleep now too. 

Holds you close and sometimes feels you pulling the blanket back over him in the middle of the night. 

It's intuitive how you always end up in his arms with both of you covered by the blanket again. 

You basically sleep half on top of him and the one who sleeps longer wins the blanket in the morning.

It's Yeonjun's favorite game. You hate it, but love it. 

'Is it raining again?', you asked, refusing to pull the blanket away from your face to look outside the window yourself.

'Yep', Yeonjun chirped and pulled the curtains aside even further with an overdramatic and energized stretch of his arms. 

He welcomed the grey weather, heavy clouds imitating the thick blanket on his bed that he couldn't feel covering him most times throughout the night. 

He looked back to where you were lying and smiled. This was his favorite part of each day he experienced with you. 

'You stole the blanket again', he sighed with the smile still plastering his face. 

'I keep telling you to use two blankets when two people sleep in this bed, but -', you mumbled into the singular pillow on the bed, until you felt Yeonjun dropping down on you. 

'You just have to tuck me in better', he laughed and clang onto you like a koala on top of a branch.

'I'll tie a rope around you and this stupid blanket', you groaned and tried to wiggle free. 

Yeonjun only allowed that process only go as far as your face being visible. 

'Look who is ready to face the day', he hummed and kissed the tip of your nose. 

Soobin 

Wants to see you in his clothes. 

Gets too excited to have you with him in these late hours AND the early hours. 

Throws a pile of shirts and hoodies on top of you to let you pick what you want to wear. 

One shirt, one hoodie, but then also another hoodie that you can cuddle. 

He doesn't necessarily need physical contact the whole time. He's happily at peace with your close presence, but he doesn't want you to feel any sort of distance despite remaining a more comfortable sleeping position. Solution: You wrapped up in his belongings and holding onto the soft fabric with his scent as well. 

Cuddles in the morning are a must tho. 

He'll wear the hoodie you cuddled when the cold morning arrives and lets you wake up in his arms when you're comfortable with such closeness. 

'Where is it?', Soobin mumbled half asleep, freezing in the dark and quiet room. 

His hand dived through the layers of sheets. His blanket, your blanket, the layers of clothes that embraced you... Somewhere there should have been the grey hoodie he gave you in the evening before going to bed. However, he couldn't find it, too dark to to see and too messy to feel the right cloth. 

Frustrated, he let his head fall back against his pillow and he sighed tiredly, feeling too cold to fall back asleep yet too lazy to get up and get another hoodie. Besides, he wanted THIS specific hoodie that must be somewhen around you. 

You turned and rolled over, closer to Soobin's side of the bed and he immediately let his hand wanter into the direction he expected your shoulder to be to adjust the blanket. Unfortunately, he took the wrong direction and he hit your chin clumsily. He quickly pulle away and mumbled a shocked excuse. 

'S'biiin', you whined half asleep and groaned into the blanket. 

'Sorry', he repeated and pulled his own blanket further over his body, getting a sense of hiding in his embarrassment. 

You moved again, big movements, freeing your arm and swinging something through the air. It landed on Soobin's face and engulfed him with your sleepy warmth. 

'Y'owe me m'ning cuddles', you mumbled and pushed yourself against him, but pushed your arms back under the blanket. 

Soobin giggled and proceeded to put on the warm hoodie, finally arriving in the state of comfortable morning. 

He pulled you in your blanket wrap closer and felt you resting your head on his chest with a big sigh, making him smile like an idiot.

'Sleep', you demanded and instinctive he listened to your command and closed his eyes. 

It was warm and when he sensed you moving again, adjusting your position to mold into him a bit more, a few seconds later feeling your fingers playing with is hair, Soobin was starting into the new day perfectly relaxed and well rested. 

Beomgyu 

You're his pillow, you're his bed

It doesn't matter where you are, on the train, on the floor, actually in bed, he will rest somehow on top of you

He doesn't even think about it, but once he gets tired, he gravitates towards you. 

At the same time, he holds your hand when you get tired. 

Let's you play with his fingers until you drift away. 

He would literally invent an own morse code system with you, so when he's awake and you're too sleepy to talk to him verbally, you'd still be able to respond to him. 

It makes him feel like your guardian at the boarder from awake to dream land.

The one who ends up tired first gets royal treatment. 

If you're both tired at the same time, he'd lean against you with his hand close to you, so you can just take it when you need or want to. 

The train got emptier and emptier with each stop, yet Beomgyu and you still had some way to go. The moon seemed to follow you and whenever you looked outside, a different cloud was decorating the stone in space. Beomgyu's head was leaning against your shoulder and his closed eyes exposed his luxurious dark eyelashes. He looked adorable and your focus shifted from moon to him, back and forth until you yourself got overwhelmed by a wave of tiredness. You combed his hair with your fingers, a gentle attempt to wake him. He stirred and sat up. Only one glance was enough for him to register your demeanor. 

'Your turn', he whispered and his hand found yours and feeling his warmth immediately brought you closer to sleep. 

'Set an alarm', you mumbled and took your scarf from your neck to adjust it over his and your legs like a blanket. 

'When do we have to get off', he asked and a big yawn escaped his lips when he opened the alarm app, his eyes getting teary. 

You took his phone and set the alarm to 10:53 pm, ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Beomgyu wiped his eyes and his head landed back against your shoulder. He grabbed your arm and linked it with his own, intertwining your fingers in the process, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

'Just sleep a bit', he mumbled and caressed you felt him tracing your palm with his thumb until sleep finally numbed you. 

When the alarm rang, you woke up properly first. Panic occupying your body in no time. You shook Beomgyu away and buried yourself gathering your belongings. The train stopped almost on time at your final destination and you got off, with bags in your hand and Beomgyu still clinging onto your arm, ready to let his head drop against go despite asking through the city. 

'Fall asleep in bed, not now!', you granted and felt one bag falling out of your grip. 

'We're not dreaming?', he asked and laughed, taking the bags with one and your hand with his other hand, now guiding you home. 

Finally in bed that night, Beomgyu asked:'We dream together, right? I always try to follow you to your dream land when you fall asleep first. I always try to find you'. 

You hand fount its way into his hair and he buried his face closer the crock of your neck. 

'Don't have to try finding me. I'm always there whether you see me or not'. 

Taehyun

He's not playing when it comes to sleep. 

Practical and organized routine. 

Fresh sheets? Check. Water bottle on each side of bed? Check. Phones charging? Che- You forgot your charger and have no battery left? He gives you his phone to watch something or read and charges your phone on his side that while. 

Cuddles you to get a sight on the screen as well, but snatches the phone away after thirty minutes and plugs it in. 

Refuses on giving you your phone back, because you shouldn't stare at the screen last thing at night. 

Literally fights you when you try to reach it. Tickles you, pins you down, laughs with you until you both are out of breath. 

Only then, knowing you end the day with a sprinkle of happiness, he switches off the light. 

Gives you your phone back in the dark, but you're doomed if he sees that screen shining. 

If your head is full and you think you need your phone to distract yourself, he'll cuddle you. He's your distraction and your focus. 

'Please just shut your phone', Taehyun whined for the third time this night. 

He tried just not facing you, pulling the blanket completely over him, dear, he even built a pillow wall to shut off the light of the phone screen. It didn't work. He might not have seen the light, but he could still sense your whole demeanor, focus on your phone and not even slightly on sleep... or him. 

'No', you cried out and he saw the light finally getting off. 

'I was in the middle of this Webtoon chapter', you explained and Taehyun finally decided to break the blockade towards you, taking the pillows away and robbed closer towards you. 

'Hey', you said in shock when he snatched your phone out of your hand. 

'Just charging it', he explained and plugged it in on and placed it on his bedside table. 

'Here', he announced and gave you his phone instead. 

'It better be a good chapter, because I wanna read with you'. 

He watched you opening the app and typing some things in the search bar and to your surprise the correct title popped up immediately. 

'It's your account, silly', Taehyun laughed and cuddled closer to you, positioning himself so that he can see the screen. 

He read with you, silently. From time to time, he glanced up and studied your face. Once your eyelids wee so heavy you obviously fought not to fall asleep every second, Taehyun repeated his action and took the phone away from you. You demonstrated with a weak 'hey', but in no time you already held onto your own phone again. 

'No screen anymore, okay? You need to sleep', Taehyun whispers softly and maneuvered your arm to your own bedside table to signal you to finally put your phone down for the night. 

'Can we cuddle?', you asked lowly and felt Taeyhun pulling you closer, embracing you in his warmth and with his attention on you, sleep was not avoidable anymore. 

Taehyun felt you breathing in his arms in a calm rhythm. He got a bit thirsty and reached to his side next to the table where he found his water bottle that you prepared for him even before he arrived at home. The luxury of being able to go to bed with everything already perfectly prepared gave him the sense of just sleeping, but he liked to remind himself of his priority that was you and your comfort. 

Kai

Other than Soobin, cuddles YOUR hoodie or dresses one of his plushies in one of your shirts when you're not there. 

Stays close to you before switching of the lights. A hand on your stomach, a leg thrown over you or you cuddled into him. 

Lights off and position for sleep adjusting, you don't sleep right away. You talk. About everything and nothing. 

The more sleep-drunk you get the more abstract will the topics end up being. 

For instance, you start talking about Pokemon in general and end up designing a whole 'Day in my Life as Mawile'. 

You guys have no idea at what point you fell asleep, trying to follow memory line to the last plot point. 

Waking up is messy. Blanket messy, pillows everywhere, plushies between and around you, despite them usually chilling aside, away enough to not come in your way. 

Sleepy cuddles in the mess of warmth and softness. 

Tidying up together, arranging the whole bed setup as a morning ritual. 

'This is new', you laughed and pointed at the moiling plushie that was wearing your cropped shirt, regular size on the fluffy creature. 

'Oh. OH! Yeah', Kai slightly panicked and suppressed the urge to throw Molang into another room to hide this attire. 

'You know I was already wondering where this shirt went?', you teased him, well aware of his embarrassment. 

'Oh, sorry, you can have it back', he spoke quickly, making you laugh and hug him. 

'It suits Molang way better anyway'.

*

Kai pulled the blanket over you both when you lied down and his hand instinctively found its way to rest on your stomach, minimalistically rubbing circles over the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. 

You both lied there, facing the ceiling and letting the lights of the passing by cars flicker over the walls. The ticking of a clock is audible and it was a weird atmosphere of quietness and irritating noisiness. 

'So', you started and Kai immediately turned to his side, facing you and robbing himself up by pushing his free hand under his cheek, ready to listen to whatever you had to say. 

'When and how did you steal, sorry, did Molang steal my shirt?', you spoke, unable to ban some wheezes out of your speaking, because Kai looked absolutely cute the way he was staring at you, all sleepy yet attentive. 

'Borrowed. It's borrowed not stolen', Kai corrected in a matter of factly and hurried to place a kiss on your cheek to finish his sentence properly. 

'You simply forgot it here and I wanted to make use of it the best way possible', he continued and a second touch of his lips followed.

'Did you at least wash it?', you asked, genuinely not knowing what his answer might end up being.

'Washing machines are not invented yet', he yawned and you made a mental note to wash the damn shirt tomorrow. 

'What else isn't invented yet?',, you asked and rolled over to be closer to him. 

He adjusted and held you close right away.

'Cars', he said. 

'What are those lights then?', you asked and pointed up the wall. 

Kai took your hand and pulled it towards his lips to place another kiss, this time on the back of your hand, before he maneuvered your arm around him with a content sigh. 

'Gigantic fireflies`, he chuckled and after a few more explanations of what everything technological around you actually is, you two fall asleep, dreaming of a fantasy world with gigantic fireflies and Molang presenting its new shirt collection. 

[strawberrygyuuuu]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —> "𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄?" —> 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘

Genre —> Fluff

—> will txt peel your orange for you? Will they complain? Will they not do it? Will they do it willingly?

၄၃

YEONJUN

• what the flip guys

• you sometimes don't even have to ask, if he's getting himself fruit to eat he's getting you some too in a cute little bowl so y'all can eat your fruits together

• like...if you ask him to peel you an orange then okay sure no problem baby!!

• bro doesn't even think twice

• if his baby want their orange peeled bc they don't want it to get in their nails then sure!!! He loves you too much tbh

• just wouldn't question it too much so dont worry! You're all in good hands

• def a guy tho to do acts of service a lot for you, even if you ask or not

• baby js cares and wants to make sure you're okay! He def has the urge to take care of you a lot.

SOOBIN

• papa bunny does it usually when you're sick, unless you ask ofc

• like, if you're sick he'll get you some fruit he knows you love and give you it without asking for it

• any other time tho you'll have to ask him and tell him because you don't feel like getting your hands messy/sticky (or any other excuse lol)

• "yeah, okay..sure." shows a tiny little dimple smile and does it!!!>0<

• WITH A FOREHEAD SMOOCH AFTER OFC GRRR OTL

• easy, right?

• hes just glad to help you honestly

• "you feelin' better, baby? A little? Ok, get some more rest, sweet girl." With his little 🥺 staring at you and and and😭

• okay but realistically he sometimes just stares at you :D and then shakes his head and says, "ahh, no." Lololol he's joking pls joke back.

BEOMGYU

• oooo he's a menace

• tease you a little before giving in lol

• "wha? Why?..oh, hmm..no." then he'll get up and push you down if you try and get up to do it yourself 💀

• cutiee, he just likes to mess with you

• but he'll cut you some fruit! Tho he might make a mess so🧍🏻‍♀️

• no matter how it turns out pls eat it n be happy he worked hard😓

• if he's getting himself food or a snack or a drink or wtvr he'll get you one too without saying anything or you asking

• gyuie's just cute like that guys

• "here!!!! I bought you a drink! :)" pls take it and thank him and drink it happily 😭🙏🏻

TAEHYUN

• nooo cause his love language is def acts of service

• so he def does things for you a lot, me thinks

• you're cold? Cool here's his hoodie

• oh, you're hungry? Don't worry you'll be filled up real soon, he's cooking you something!!>.<

• he will gladly peel you an orange if you want one, an apple, he will peel it if it's peelable guys

• "mhm, okay." 5 mins later, "here, eat up, pretty girl."

• OTL

• I need him so bad guys😭

• idk he's just really thoughtful and always puts you before himself

• especially when it comes to health and food n stuff

• "here, have the rest of my food I'm full." *You end up feeding him some while you finish it.*

HUENINGKAI

• HES SO SWEET GOD PLS I NEED HIM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

• whenever he eats something I know he gives you a few bites even if you have your own

• def rubs your tummy after you're done eating I'm sobbing

• 🧍🏻‍♀️

• but, anyway, hes just very thoughtful and wants to make sure you're okay

• "babyyyy! Would you like some? I figured we could try it since we've never had it before." You agree and he's so happy and he airplanes you the food IM BITING CEMENT

• this is so offtrack😭

• erm moral of the story he thinks of you a lot so yes, he in fact would peel you an orange and care for you happily!>0<

• at first tho he'll prob give you the most confused face ever bc you've never had a problem before..? But okay!!😊

[femdomlieeh]

Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle. 

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"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

[kpopscruggles]

The people are asking for more txt twt links w/ Headcons and your thoughts! Love ur writing and maybe a sunghoon nsfw alphabet? I read some and it's a bit innacurate.. Would love your opinion on it (also new follower so idk much abt if u already posted that *I'll do some reseach :>*)

Thank you for requesting love! I decided to go with the sunghoon a-z because I've never done one and I've alr made a haechan request! 

Nsfw twt are on hold due to me finding some but soon I will bring those back! Anway's enjoy! 

A- aftercare, what he’s like after sex 

I feel he def attends to your needs, he’s at least doing the basics. Wiping you down, getting you cold water and a snack. I feel like he also does this though because he does it for himself if I'm being honest.  

Even if you didn’t care he was going to do it for himself so why not make sure his baby is taken care of too? It just makes sense to him. 

B- body part, their favorite on theirs and partner's body 

For him, his favorite body part on himself has to be his muscle. He’s not loke drooling over himself more than he is you but he does give himself good rep because he can pick you up, move you into diffrent positions with absolutely no problem. So i feel he values his muscles because of you in a sense. 

His favorite body part on you is your legs, he loves your legs. He loves how they are always in his lap, wrapped around his waist, on his shoulders. He loves kissing your ankles while ponding into you, also bonus points if you're wearing an ankle. 

C- cum, anything to do with cum 

I think he’s a clean guy UNLESS it involves a creampie. If he’s wanting you to swallow then he’s staying in your mouth, you must bribe him little to give you a facial or pearl necklace. Now like I said if it’s a creampie it’s sticky, messy, a shower after type fuck.  

Add in is I do believe he cums a lot, now realistic but he's got a nice stream going and is the type to squeeze his tip to make sure every bit comes out.  

D- dirty secret, self-explanatory  

Hoon’s got a few dirty secrets I believe but I think the main one he possesses and will never let you know unless you find out is bragging. And although this does not seem off but it's the fact, he could do the nastiest freaky things to you and has no shame in bragging about it when the boys try to tease him over it.  

This is something that he says between the boys and the boys, he doesn't get too personal with it, but he spills it by saying it’s something they should try with their girlfriends. 

E- experience, do they know what they are doing? 

I think if he had experience it's only have been one person. Hoon doesn’t strike me as the type who bounces around, for example you two could have dated months and he’s going to be sad ab it for a bit because he takes him time to know if he wants to date or not. 

So, one person but he’s mostly learned everything he’s fond of by himself, by watching porn, reading about it, etc.  

F- favorite position 

I don't think Hoon is basic, but he does use positions that slightly branch from the basic ones. Also keep in mind he finds ways to use his muscle. So, it falls under missionary, but he most has your legs on his shoulders and his moving your hips for you. It allows him to use his arm muscles, he's able to kiss around your ankles because he loves your legs. If not that then most the time it is quite simple missionary. 

G- goofy 

No, unless a simple mistake happens, he's profoundly serious cause he thinks sex is intimate. 

H- hair, how groomed is he? 

I think he keeps himself groomed and trimmed is his favorite. I think there is something about him that likes to keep the bit of hair because it is a human body and its gonna grow. Now he’s not freaking out if it grows a bit longer than planned nor is he judging you because your pussy is pretty to him no matter what. 

I- intimacy, how are they during the moment 

Super intimate, sex is a moment where in your relationship you're showing each other love and affection. Even after an argument sex is something that helps you both realize you love each other. He’ll do anything to have intimate moments with you because he genuinely does cherish them.  

J- jack off, how often? 

A lot. I am a firm believer Hoon has a perverted side and sometimes he’s too embarrassed to admit a simple thing got him hard.  

I also do believe he’s a firm believer of the fact no one can make you cum like yourself. He thinks you should even have moments where even though you have him you nor he should be ashamed of pleasuring yourself 

K- kinks? Top three 

Top three for him is Marking, Teasing, and A bit of overstimulation?  

Many people like to make these kinks rough, but they don't have to be. He likes marking because to him he loves when you nibble on his skin while he fucks you, He loves seeing you squirm a little or having you leave him with a raging boner even, overstimulation he likes because to him it kind of reveals how much or how eager you two wants each other with no shame or remorse for yourself to stop.  

L- Location, favorite places  

He enjoys just sex in the house (he may like the couch more than the bed) but if he’s out he doesn't mind meeting you somewhere private. It’s strange he has that vibe too because I also feel like he gives car sex after a few dates. 

M- motivation, what riles him up 

Anything you do sexually obviously riles him up but something nonsexual that gets him every.single.time, is when you wear certain colors. He thinks romantic colors like red, pink a dark purple, or a nice clean white takes him out every time, double points of the outfit is revealing 

N- no, turn offs 

He’s jealous that something I'll has to agree with most people on this app. Does that mean he won't share? Not technically. (not shipping when I say this) but he won't do threesomes unless it's with someone close, we can you jake as an example. But he’s only gonna do it once and all jake is getting is head. 

Another ultimate turn off is when things feel forced, not like one forcing the other but more of if he feels you are just having sex because you haven't in like a week, yeah, it’s not getting up so don't bother babe, he thinks sex takes time.  

O- oral, preference of giving or receiving 

He prefers giving, I believe. It doesn’t bother him when you wanna give him head, he just doesn’t feel that same ego boosts as when has got you whining while he’s fucking you with his tongue. So, unless he just has the urge to cut down your throat, he’s probably gonna stop your mid-way to ravish you instead. 

P- pace, fast? Rough? Slow? Sensual? 

He’ll get down with everything I do believe. I think if he’s feeling more sensual, he’s keeping his thrusts slow and deep so that orgasm just builds up by the minute. Rough, this is my opinion, but a lot of ppl do make him seem the be super rough, but I don’t think he’s like that and if he is it’s only when you're asking for it. Other than that, his rough is a lil messy and a couple marks but I also think he keeps a medium pace and just makes sure every inch of him fills you. 

Q- quickie? 

So, when I said in the turn off category, he thinks sex takes time. If you get a quickie outta him it’s a giving you head quickie because if his baby needs to cum he’ll gladly help. Other than that, I don't believe out of enha he's a quickie guy. 

R- risk, what are they willing to risk for sex with you? 

If you seem eager to do it, then he’s making his baby happy. If it’s not ruining anything in any way, he’ll do it for you. If it’s something he’s willing to risk, then it was never important is what he'll tell you. 

S- stamina? How many rounds 

I think he can carry about three rounds in his belt, if it's a needy situation 4 but if that's the case then 1 or 2 of the sessions someone is getting head so eventually your guy's breath is caught up. I do believe he spaces these sessions out if it's a 4 rounder but barely does this happen. Other than that, he’s going about three rounds  

T- toys, do they like them? 

Yes, so as said, he does think it’s healthy for you two to have sessions by yourself and you can use toys together but if you two use them when it’s just your personal time.  

U- unfair? Do they often tease? 

He thinks it builds up the need for others. He would love it if you teased him too. I see him as a competition teaser where you two see who gives in first. 

V- volume? Are they vocal? 

He’s a 50/50, what he’s always gonna do is dirty talk, no matter if it’s whispering or full-blown words. Now vocal as moaning wise, he lets out the soft moans, but only the overstimulation hit where he gets louder. 

W- wild card? Something that just randomly makes him relentless 

Knowing someone's listening or watching, or even knowing what you just did. If you are leaving your space after sex and one of the guys makes it obvious then he's getting hard again knowing there’s someone who knew he got to be balls deep inside you. It riles him up knowing he’s that lucky and that someone is jealous enough to tease and try to make fun.  

X- x-ray? What's he giving down there? 

I think he’s skinny but decently big. His tip always stays a pink, he’s got a couple semi prominent veins depending on how long he’s been edge or has held a boner. His balls are settled too, nothing rlly different there, like said he’s nice and trimmed so has a little hair patch. All around he gives pretty dick vibes.  

Y- yearning? High or low sex drive? 

High or normal. Most the time high which I feel is why he’s a guy who takes his time, this man is not thinking about being buried in your cunt 24 hours of the day just for a quick fuck.  

Z- zzzz, how fast he falls asleep after 

He’s tired but he’s not going to sleep without letting you know he loves you and that he enjoyed making you cum, sometimes even tells you thank you. Give a couple of kisses and make sure you're comfy.  

[whotfislai]

Spitting poetry like a romantic | txt, beomgyu.

pairing choi beomgyu & fem reader.

genre fluff type shi, cheesy pickup lines but he's cute so its fine🤓☝

doei speaks! beomgyu is actually the loml, yes it's true ++ dividers came from sister-lucifer <3

"hey baby, are you a freezer? cause i wanna stick my meat in you."

you stopped scrolling and looked up to see your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed. "what the fuck?"

he laughed, "what? don't tell me you didn't like that one!"

beomgyu has been doing this all day long. he finds cheesy pickup lines, then uses them on you until he gets a "good reaction", and then stops.

for like an hour before catching you off-guard again.

but you have to admit (to yourself, not him or else he wouldn't let you live it down) that it was kinda fun. it's his way of showing you he's still as interested in your relationship as he was when you first started dating, and it makes you feel good inside.

beomgyu pulled his phone out of his pocket, clicking around, before he stifled a laugh and glanced back up.

"are you a pinata? because i need a blindfold before i hit."

....your mouth opened a bit in shock, and he covered his mouth to stop his faint laughter. it lowkey took you a second to think about a proper response, but then you found one.

"DID YOU JUST BASICALLY CALL ME UGLY WITH A PICKUP LINE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEED A BLINDFOLD BEFORE YOU HIT? HUH, BEOMGYU?" (okay soo this might be a kink thing i'm YOUNG idk mannn-)

he let out a loud, hysterical laugh before wiping his eyes due to them tearing up. you on the other hand were not laughing, a bit amused, but keeping up your cold-angry-girlfriend expression.

beomgyu moved closer to you, now sitting on your left. he put his hand ontop of yours and leaned in to kiss your forehead lightly. "of course not, (yn). i love you so much! i'm just messing with you."

seeing his demeanor change to a kinder, sweeter one honestly made you melt. that was how he acted when you two first began dating.

but honestly, you liked him better once the two of you got comfortable in your relationship.

he's goofy, annoyingly cute, and an all-around good guy. that's the beomgyu you love.

you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

and you two sat like that for a good four minutes.

a nice, quiet, peaceful four minutes.

"are you a parking ticket? because i picked you up off the streets and i can't afford to pay you."

"BEOMGYU OH MY GOD SHUT UP!!"

"ha!! you know you love it~ i'm spitting real poetry here babe!!"

"NO YOU'RE NOTTT!!!"

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! idk what posessed me to write this but he's so cute and i js wanna AHHHH like yk? (he makes me feel love stuff basically🤓)

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

[applesooyoung]

Dominating jungwoo.

That cute face has to look good in tears right??

Crybaby - K.JW

Genre: Smut hehe | Wc: 560 | AFAB!Reader

Contains: sub bff!Jungwoo x dom!Reader, kind of established relationship?, pegging, choking, Jungwoo wears collar, degradation (just a teensy weensy bit just for the drama ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), lowkey voyeurism and exhibition, petnames, mommy kink, dacryphilia, mirror sex

A/N: A short one... a quickie if you will mwhehehehe (｡•̀ᴗ-), hope u enjoyed this one, anon~! Luvlots ♡

[Now playing: Tinnitus — TXT]

🩷 ̇ ̟ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ 🧸‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷ ̇ ̟ 🍓 ︵‿୨

Dim lights and a can of unfinished coke. You tied your hair up as you pushed your best friend to the bed, as this only pushed him deep into subspace.

 

You always knew he had a thing for dominant women, just like every time you order something at a restaurant, he gets what you get. But every time you get suspicious of him being this submissive, he would know it—he could feel the tension of your suspicions, and as an attempt to cover it up, he would always just change the topic of your conversation.

 

But this time would be different.

 

All secrets are out now.

 

"H-Hey! What was that for?" he softly hissed as he rubbed his elbows. "Take off your pants."

 

Jungwoo can't help but complain, but he complies anyway. "What are you doing?" He tries to cover his bulge, but every time he does, you just swat it off. "You were never this shy when you were jacking yourself off my bed earlier, no?" His heart skipped a beat, you know.

 

"Going off on my pillow, moaning my name while the door is barely closed. What a perfect recipe for disaster, now I'm sure you're trying to be caught," you giggled as he swallowed his spit. "It's ok, baby, come on and go on all fours for me.".

 

"Yes, Mommy," he obeys as you smile at your new nickname, Mommy. You quickly turned to your closet to get your strap on, a bottle of half-used lube, and the one that caught Jungwoo's eye the most, the light pink collar on your hands. "Is that for me, mommy? You smiled and nodded. 

 

You clasped the collar around his neck while attaching the chain leash to the back of it. He looked so dainty and pretty; the pink complimented his copper-colored hair. You lubed up your silicone dick and started pounding him while slightly tugging his leash.

 

"M-Mommy, faster, please! I love this," he pleaded as you pounded him faster and harder. "God, baby, I could feel you clenching on my strap," you replied with your fingers tracing his spine. "You like this, don't you, you silly little slut? Moaning my name while playing with your cock?"

 

Jungwoo gulped from the overstimulation; he feels so embarrassed that you caught him. Now all he can do is cry pathetically as if that's gonna do something. He's getting fucked stupidly; he's getting fucked by his best friend until he can't think anymore. "You didn't even bother closing the damn door," you tutted as you jerked him off as you kept pounding him from behind. "Cute little puppy~" you cooed.

 

He looked at the mirror in front of him to see him getting ruined, tears staining his beautiful rosy cheeks. All of it was overstimulating him; the fact that he got caught, his best friend fucking him, the way your strap was rammed inside him, the coldness of the chains touching his skin, the way the collar hugged his neck. It drove him nuts and made his vision and memory all blurry.

 

You lifted his chin so he could look at himself; you found him drooling and with eyes that were oh-so glossy from crying. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't the best view you've ever seen in your life. "It's gonna be a long night, Jungwoo... Long night"

© applesooyoung

[itgirlgyu]

✷ would this dignified member of txt let you borrow a pen?

ζྀི) a certain few of them are not dignified for sure. like beomgyu and soobin what?. general headcanons but 𝓉aehyun might get someone (≖⌣≖) ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ͏ ͏

⋆ꪗeonjun

yeonjun is known around the campus to be the helpful senior of the semester so of course he is gonna spot you one.

or so you think.

in the beginning hes like, “yes why not?“ with a big smile and reassurance gripping each word that comes out of his voice box like the extra safe and absorbent pads in those days of your period the commercial promises you.

fake promises of course just like yeonjun.

searches his bag, there is no pen.

he is sweating, he is gonna be called a liar, and then everyone in the city will know him as a liar, and once the city knows something, the country will soon and once it hits national news it's only a few seconds until CNN makes a headline out of it.

he is gonna be known as the international liar.

he DOES NOT want to be known as the international liar.

he is sweating on his backpack. he is panicking. his teeth are chattering, he is seeing two backpacks instead of one.

and he is about to flood the whole damn classroom until he gets out of this situation fast.

the water level in the classroom is already up to the ankle level when you utter those words that pick him up from his crisis.

“oh i already had one. thanks anyways :D”

he turns back to look at you with the perfect grin and nods as wind suspiciously blows in the air conditioned room with no windows open.

when you go back to your desk he casually slinks away to kai to borrow one of his pens.

yeonjun then for the rest of the semester you share the class with him and greets you with a handful of pens, always ready if you want one.

⋆ᦓoobin

he is NOT going to give you one.

and he is not going to be honest about it.

not because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings. he couldn't care less about it frankly but rather than the fact he does not want to witness you moping like he's still a soft hearted, kind person.

so instead he comes up with detailed amounts of redundant fibs he has created to get you off his back.

suddenly the lighting changes and you find yourself beside soobin, softly patting his back as he tells you the tale of how he traumatised himself by giving someone all of his pens when he had an important exam to give and during the time

that person didn't give it back to him so now he only carries one pen that he might need.

also blames it all beomgyu, deeming him the man in his fantasy who had taken all his pen and left him in shambles.

beomgyu loses some popularity in the campus but you lose and win some

nobody asks soobin for any pen.

and beomgyu takes down a peg.

although soobin's little lie almost comes to an end one time when you catch his incredible collection of pens falling on the ground.

he gaslights you into thinking those are tampons and he moves on with his day.

and you might ask why he doesn't want to share pens?

it's because he's an introvert, he's too shy to ask for his pen back.

⋆᥇eomgyu

you're about to ask him for one when he looks back at you with an all too familiar look.

this mf too did not bring a pen.

⋆ꪻaehyun

of course he will give you one.

but he is also gonna be breathing down your neck every second of the minute you have his pen in your hand.

you look up from writing your name on the page and he's there in your vision line watching you like a hawk as if you would make a run for it with his pen.

says he's fine when you ask him if you could keep using it for the rest of your classes.

you should have been aware that there were more than well intentioned those bright eyes of his.

but with your every move, he's there in the vicinity of your vision, watching your every move that you take with his pen in your bag.

you go to the bathroom to freshen up from the cold sweat that has been coating your body and he is there, right in the stall, perched on top of the toilet looking at you.

you are going to catch your boyfriend in the act of cheating and he passes by whispering not to get blood on his pen.

you're almost fearing for your life when you go to give his pen and swear with your blood drawn that you would never forget your pens ever again.

he laughs at your little confession, mistaking it to be a little joke, completely unaware of his own eerie mien.

says there's one thing left to do with his pen and writes his number on your palm.

you might have to ask for it again though since the sweat has almost erased it.

⋆ꫝyuning kai

he would.

if he had any left.

from the moment he stepped into the classroom everyone surrounded kai like a clique of useless zombies and snatched every last pen from him.

from the day when kai had to fight one person over his own.

begging, crying, and throwing up for the pen as they both play tug of war with the pen in the middle of the classroom, kai has sworn to himself to hide at least one pen in his underwear for the sake of education.

taehyun had once asked him.

”why do you bring all these pens if they steal it anyway?”

kai taken a swig of his apple juice, wiping the remnant from his lips and replacing it with a proud smile.

”because of my reputation as their savior”

taehyun—ok i get it you're a pushover.

the day you ask him for the pen, he had saved two fortunately.

but he is conflicted to turn you down, or to give you one that's been marinating awfully close to his pair of oranges.

he has made the decision.

he was going to ask for one of his pen back.

and he is going to ask for it from beomgyu, who probably could have started a whole business with all the pen he stole from kai.

and he surprisingly gets one them back back.

”well that was exhilarating.”

you- “...”

kai actually gets all of his pens back during his graduation.

all of them.

with all these assets suddenly back in kai’s positions, taehyun and beomgyu appears beside him with a business proposal kai just can't turn down.

“let's sell these.”

hah..so it has been a long, long time since I've shit posted.

 

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[thetxtdevil]

Just saw soobin posted this and I immediately thought of soobin a size and strength kink 😵‍💫 just pinning you under the bed looking so small for him ACKK 😵‍💫

😩😫😩

Ok, I had an idea at first but then I read Soobin's back story of these pictures, so you got TWO STORIES

-1-

Soobin is a sweet boy, kind-hearted, gentle, and perfect. He's shy yet tall he forgets this sometimes and so do you. A relaxing day at the dorms, you two get into a playful wrestle. Winning the fight, you were about to straddle the man until he snaps and flips you over.

You gasp at the jolting sudden change, quickly looking up at Soobin in shock. Soobin seemed to be in shock too with his big eyes looking to see if he hurt you. A small dimpled grin forms on his face when he feels your small hands caress his bulky biceps to his deltoids. You felt like you were in a cage, long arms on both sides of your head, his broad body completely covering your torso.

You watch every detail of Soobin's arms flex when he bends them lowering his face closer to yours. A sting in between your legs caused you to rub them together as Soobin's lips were all over your neck and his hips grinding into yours.

-2-

Soobin abruptly opens the apartment door coming back from the gym. His face showed an obvious sign of ecstatic rushing over to you on couch. "You're quite happy, thought you weren't in the mood to workout today" you say lifting a brow in confusion.

"I wasn't and today was tough, but LOOK" Soobin says as he flexes his arm towards you. You eyebrows raise, admiring every define muscle the man had. "Go on, you can touch them" you chuckle at his cocky attitude but you were not going to dismiss this opportunity. Cold fingers graze his warm sweaty flesh, hard to the touch as a sign of his dedicated workouts.

"What do those muscles do?" you glance at him.

Soobin smirks, abruptly picking you up over his shoulders, carrying you to bed. Removing every bit of clothing you had on. His fingers went straight to your wet folds. You mewl at the feeling looking down at his fingers in your cunt. Eyes following up to see those beautifully worked muscles move every time he thrusts into you. Craving to see whats hiding under his loose tank, but for now you're going to enjoy every curl of his digits, every flick on your clit, and Soobin's muscular arms.

A nuisances,

TxT's Devil

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[beom-pyu]

txt as your boyfriend

txt x g/n!reader , tags; headcanons , fluff , non-idol au? , happy soft mushy feelings ew , no warnings!

(rest of the members after the cut!)

｡ °₊ yeonjun

∙ matching outfits allll the time

∙ if he sees a cute hoodie online, he'll buy you guys matching ones and surprise you with it

∙ takes aesthetic pictures of you

∙ you used to hate his constant candids of you because you were a little insecure

∙ but he always captures you in the most flattering, heart wrenching pics ever

∙ he wants you to see yourself in the way that he sees you

∙ a cute pic of you stopped on the sidewalk to pet a dog is his lockscreen <3

∙ constant forehead/top of the head kisses

∙ if he's slipping past you while you're cooking, he always plants a quick kiss on the crown of your head with a small "love u" before going back to whatever he was doing

∙ kissing your forehead is a mandatory step in his a nighttime routine

∙ when he has you wrapped up in his arms at night, your head resting on his chest and he just presses a few kisses into your hair before snuggling into you tighter

∙ fixes your hair and clothes for you

∙ makes it super romantic too

∙ like he'll run his finger down your cheek before tucking some hair behind your ear, gazing down at you with the most infatuated look ever

∙ if you try to cover your face in embarrassment, he'll gently remove your hands and cup your face in his before muttering how pretty you are

∙ "my pretty baby."

∙ soft smiles and loving gazes as he watches you do things you're passionate about

∙ like you could be reading a book on the couch and he'd be at the other end with your feet in his lap, just massaging your legs while watching you silently

∙ you've gotten used to the feeling of his eyes on you

∙ he just loves watching you exist

∙ like he's always in awe of your beauty, no matter how many times he's seen your face

∙ gives you those hugs where he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you into his chest

∙ works especially well if you're shorter than him

∙ shows you off

∙ he's always posting you on his instagram story with captions like "my everything" or "my angel <3"

∙ wants everyone to know that he's proud of the fact that you chose him out of all the people in this big ole world

｡ °₊ soobin

∙ exists at your every beck and call

∙ you said you're thirsty? he's bringing you three water bottles in the blink of an eye

∙ oh your shoulders are tense? he's working his nimble fingers into your muscles with soft neck kisses in between

∙ he wants to make your life as easy as possible, and he's willing to do whatever it takes

∙ pouts with a small "hmf" when he wants kisses

∙ which is a common reoccurrence because he always wants kisses

∙ nuzzles his head into your neck when he laughs

∙ plays with your fingers when he can't fully hold your hand

∙ or has an arm around your waist to keep you close at all times

∙ takes silly couple pictures with you and makes them his profile picture

∙ feeds you

∙ he'll do that dumb airplane move and you'll just blink at him like "what..?"

∙ and he just goes "ahhh" with that cute little smile and you have no choice but to roll your eyes and give in when he looks that adorable

∙ please play with his hair, it's his favorite thing ever

∙ your hands are so gentle and calming, so it always helps him fall asleep

∙ gives you his jacket whenever you show even the slightest sign of being cold

∙ like he'll wrap it tightly around your body and kiss your nose when he's satisfied with the bundling

∙ always goes to you when he's feeling down because you always manage to lift his mood

∙ like you'll be laying in your bed on your laptop, and when he comes home, he's immediately at your side

∙ he hates feeling like a burden so he doesn't say anything until you ask him what's wrong

∙ and he just spills everything out as you hold him

∙ he feels comfortable showing you his emotions because you always take care of him

∙ especially because he's always the one taking care of you, so you appreciate when he lets his guard down around you

｡ °₊ beomgyu

∙ quite literally your bestfriend

∙ lovingly teases you because your reactions are so cute

∙ always kisses the pout off of your lips so you can't be mad at him

∙ he is soooo clingy

∙ always has to have a hand on you, whether it be holding yours, resting on your back, slung over your shoulders

∙ baby just loves being close to you

∙ teaches you how to play his favorite games

∙ sits you on his lap as he explains the controls

∙ but he may get a little sulky when you turn out to be better than him

∙ he'll be like "i let you win that time!" and you'll be like "you wish!!"

∙ tickle fights

∙ he lets you do his makeup or paint his nails if you ask very nicely

∙ but only if you let him do yours in return (and he's absolutely horrible at it every time)

∙ takes candids of you, but they're TERRIBLE

∙ like you'd be mid bite of a big sandwich and you just see the flash of his phone go off and you freeze

∙ and then you proceed to chase him around, whining at him to delete the picture with him cackling in the background

∙ you two are always bickering like an old married couple

∙ but you can never stay upset at each other for longer than 10 minutes before one of you gives in

∙ he's obsessed with kissing you

∙ will find any excuse to do so, even though you guys are quite literally dating

∙ "if i eat this in 10 seconds, you owe me 10 kisses"

∙ "gyu, you can literally just ask me to kiss you"

∙ "okay, but where's the fun in that..?"

∙ you guys joke around a lot because you know that you are each other's safe space

∙ you can always be yourself around beomgyu, and he loves that he can do the same with you

｡ °₊ taehyun

∙ mention anything you want around tyun and he's buying it for you in a heartbeat

∙ you could mutter how a necklace was pretty as you passed a shop, and it'd show up in your mailbox within the next 5 business days

∙ secretly loves when you wear his clothes

∙ you could walk out of your bedroom with one of his t-shirts on and his hands would be all over you immediately

∙ kisses the back of your hand while looking up at you with his pretty doe eyes

∙ literally makes you feel like royalty

∙ holds the door for you everywhere you go

∙ even if you beat him to the door, he'll literally jog to grab the door handle first

∙ never gives you unsolicited advice, but if you come to him first, get ready for a philosophy session

∙ he just wants to see you being your best self, so he's always open to giving you advice when you want it

∙ comfortable silence

∙ like you could be doing your own things in silence, and still feel like no time is being wasted because you are just that secure in eachother

∙ don't worry though, he makes sure to slip in a kiss every few minutes

∙ he isn't one to be sappy with his words, but when he does verbally compliment you, it's the most heartfelt sentence ever

∙ like you'll just be cuddled up next to him on a lazy day that consisted of napping, kisses, and more napping

∙ and he'll just slip out a, "being with you makes everything make sense"

∙ and you're just like "where did that come from?"

∙ and he just shakes his head with a smile and kisses your lips so tenderly, you forget everything you were going to say

∙ late night drives

∙ you'll call him at 1 a.m. because you can't fall asleep, your mind too full with thoughts and stress and the weight of life

∙ and tyun will be outside your place in seconds

∙ he lets you be the dj as he drives, rolling down the windows a bit to let the cool breeze run through the car

∙ his right hand is firmly planted on your thigh, glancing over at you every now and then to make sure you're okay

∙ and he lets you talk his ear off with the softest, most fond smile resting on his lips, just happy to see you feeling better

｡ °₊ kai

∙ napping together is the biggest love language in your relationship

∙ it'll be midday on a weekend and he'll come over with a few of his plushies, clad in character themed pajamas

∙ and you'd have your own character themed pajamas on too

∙ he loves sleeping on your chest, or as the big spoon

∙ napping together is just so soft and intimate to him

∙ plus he gets your beautiful face being the first thing he sees when he wakes up, which is a win in itself

∙ comes up with a new stupid pet name for you every single week

∙ one day you're "babe", the next day you're "boo bear", and the next, you're somehow "sweetie honeybun baby"

∙ he just thinks it's funny to see the confusion on your face as the names get worse and worse

∙ he lives to make you laugh

∙ he'll send you every funny video he comes across, or crack the most random jokes just to see your smile

∙ always looking for your praise and approval

∙ he could get a new haircut and you'd be the first one he texts with a selfie asking "new cut, does it look okay?"

∙ and even though you say yes yes yes, every single time without fail, he still does that shy laugh and the tips of his ears go red and turns into putty

∙ he's literally your boyfriend, but he has these moments where he can't believe he's your boyfriend

∙ like you could randomly straddle his lap while he's sitting on the couch and push his hair back with your fingers before kissing his nose

∙ and he'll just be staring up at you with the prettiest sparkly eyes and let out a quiet "woah", out of breath by simple looking at you

∙ back hugs back hugs back hugs

∙ if you're out at an event with friends, he'll just be hanging off of you like a koala

∙ literally doesn't care about pda

∙ he's super shy, but nothing but pride fills his chest when you hold his hand in public

∙ or if you lean up to kiss his cheek while standing in line to order ice cream

∙ you always manage to give him those goofy little butterflies in his chest

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[beom-s-author]

☆txt reaction☆- you got into a car accident

warnings:blood,f-words,accident,siren,police,hospital

choi beomgyu

He was in the recording room as usual. The music was his allworld. Composing new songs for the comebacks and playing his guitar while the room got lighthing with the candle light. Unfortunately, he keeps his phone on silent mode and doesn't notice the constant glow of the screen, a sign of countless calls and messages from your best friend and brother. They were calling him countless again and again.They were hoping that he will answer their calls.

By now it was two in the morning when Taehyun walked into the studio with a cold look, but now Beomgyu is used to it. He wasn't used to getting his out of without a schedule. And that was what unsettled him more than anything else, so he turned the chair around and fixed his own gaze on his friend.

"Is phone optional, Hyung?"

He raises an eyebrow and grabs his phone from the table,holding his breath when he finally sees the countless missed calls and messages from your brother and friends.He opens the first message and guilt immediately invades his veins,causing him to shake from head to toe. Without saying anything, he gets up from the chair and runs out of there hearsal room, calling his own manager because he has to rush the hospital. He needed to make sure you were okay,despite the ridiculouenoce of it wasn't your last kiss in this morning.

He doesn't even stop asking for information, he already knows the room number and when it comes to the plan seeing your family sitting, who is crying and falls to his knees.

Your best friend approaches him and starts yelling at him,but he stays silent. Normally he would reply for nursery rhymes, he hated the disrespect and rude attitude, but at that moment he knew he deserved every word he threw ather.

"Just tell me.. Just tell me she is alive." He knees fixing a spot on the wall without saying anything, he is thinking worst case scenario.

choi soobin

He was in the recording room and chuckling with his vocal teacher. Everything was too good for him until, Taehyun came in. He was holding Soobin's phone in his hands.

And when the news manages to breach his mind, everything turns dark. Taehyun gets upset but manages to keep the composure necessary for him.

"Hyung, come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

Tears began to silently flow down his cheeks, but he still didn't say a single word. It was as if his world had suddenly lost its color. When they arrive at the hospital, Taehyun directs him to a room that will be locked by a doctor who emphasizes that it is the intensive care unit. The fact that you're in that department destroys his heart even more, and he whispers for Minghao to help him sit down somewhere because his own legs feel weak as jelly.

As Taehyun tries to get information from any doctor or nurse he meets, he finds himself fixating on an obscure spot on the wall while everything around him flows quickly and devoid of any value. he's crying, wringing hiw hands and wondering why it's you. He just wants to know that you're okay because the idea of ​​having to live without you is incredibly unbearable.

choi yeonjun

You are driving while talking about the movie you just finished watching. He loves your voice, so he just lets you talk and looks at you with all the love he has for you. No one will notice that you're still at the traffic light when a massive backlash surprises you.

What he soon realizes, slightly dazed by the sound and slight pain he feels in his neck, is the face pressed against the tension and blood coming from your ear.

It's hard to take off the belt, cursing that you still have to wear it as you've just left the cinema and you hear a strangled voice telling him not to touch you as you bring your hand closer to your face. And that's what bothers him the most, he has to help you and make sure you're okay because he has a feeling of pain gripping his chest or heart.

He hears ambulance sirens in the distance and calls your name over and over without the slightest result as he waits patiently.

Several hours pass, guilt engulfing him as he waits in the waiting room for your news. And no matter who came, he had to say it without warning the other Txt member because he didn't want to disturb them.

Still, they reveal themselves there, and the moment finally comes when it collapses. he doesn't cry, he doesn't despair, but he appreciates the gentle embrace of Hueningkai, who approached him first.

"They're not telling us anything.. It's just a rear-end collision, so why aren't they telling us anything...?"

"Try not to think about it, she'll be fine." Kai's answer to him is as tender as his embrace, but he's confident.

He doesn't give it, in fact, his anxiety continues to swallow him even more. Anxiety and guilt, because as long as it's about you, the one who doesn't know about it, it almost doesn't hurt. And that's when he realizes how his world revolves around you.

kang taehyun

He was already at the hospital with his manager to check on an ankle problem that had been bothering him for days. He wasn't worried about your lack of texts, he remembered you were in the middle of an exam session and didn't want to bother you that much. And when he sees a familiar face, it's with his own manager.

“..Can I check something?"

His voice is sincere, clean, quiet. He nodded and told her that he was waiting by the elevator and to hurry up because he had to get back to rehearsals.

"Eunji?"

And when the girl returns, Taehyun smiles gently, because he always loved your sister from the first moment you let him know. But the smile dies on his lips when she takes note of his hopeless look. He immediately approaches her and puts his arm around her shoulders, without thinking that you are the reason for this despair.

"What's going on?"

But the answer comes not from Eunji, but from your body as you are carried on a cot into the room in front of them. At first he completely freezes at that sight, thinking that he saw wrong, but when he enters the room, he then knows that he has never seen the little and petite girl wrong before. He approached the bed and the nurse smiled disapprovingly, but he didn't even notice. His gaze is entirely on you, the bruises on your face, your broken leg, your body that looks full of bandages. He doesn't cry or scream, he doesn't have a mental blackout, he just sits next to you and holds your hand, smiling as his lips rest on it. He saw your eyes are getting opened.

Taehyun acts like he's fine because you've actually opened your eyes again, but inside he's making a deal with the fear he's never tried, and it makes him consider every priority he has.

kai kamal huening

They are practicing in the rehearsal room together with Taehyun, Yeonjun and Beomgyu, looking for new ideas for the next comeback, they definitely want to be better than the previous one. He talked to you a few hours ago, so he's quiet, relaxed, and doing his best.

None of the four are aware of your best friend, who is now one of the 5 members of the band of sorts, walking into the rehearsal room and observing them for a few seconds. Hueningkai sees her image and immediately notices her red and extremely swollen eyes and that she is shaking. So he stopped the music and the other three walked towards him, feeling the anxiety quickly rise.

"Aera, what is going on?"

"She... she..."

Hueningkai feels a lump in his throat stopping him from speaking as he clenches and shakes his shoulders, and he can talk about it because he understands that it's about you. Still, he didn't want to hear it inside himself.

"She had an accident .. This .. In critical conditions .."

He cries silently in the car, looks out the window at the panorama, and perhaps captures every moment with you out of masochism. The laughter, your kisses, your teasing about everything. And every memory is a blow to the chest. When he sees your already heartbroken parents in the hospital, it hurts even more, your parents immediately hug him, but he cannot return the hug. He just wants to be able to see and enter the room without waiting for an answer, he approaches the bed and tries to ignore the excruciating pains he feels when he sees you unconscious and with a breathing apparatus. He lies next to you in bed, paying attention to every thread, wheezing and continuing to cry even more hysterically, even though he doesn't make a sound.

[biteyoubiteme]

i keep thinking about a snowy winter with yeonkai, fireplace, cozy patterned rugs and blankets, christmas themed mugs filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows, baking christmas cookies (but icing and flour ends up all over the kitchen), matching pajamas!!

i am stressed with school and this scenario is calming me down. it seemed cute and i wanted to share it with my fav writer 💗

cozy holiday sfw yeonkai x reader thoughts

warnings: sfw, throuple/poly, established relationship, no mxm, just cozy christmas/holiday vibes.

wc: 0.4k

an: stop you're the sweetest omg and I hope you get a good rest in with any upcoming breaks you have. I swear you could hear me just turning on the chirstmas music today- I love your cozy yeonkai thoughts and I hope you like this <333 [m.list]

It's the coziest time of the year for your shared apartment. Pulling out the accumulated Christmas decorations the three of you have collected over the years of spending the holiday together. Planning out exactly what Christmas pajamas the three of you will order, knowing that yeonjun in particular loves to wear the pants year round to bed so the decision is very serious. 

The three of you mutually agree to try and go as long as you can without turning the heater on fully, keeping it just warm enough so that you won't freeze but you won't feel smothered in heat when the fireplace is burning. But it's mostly an excuse to cuddle, “I'm so cold,” yeonjun will pout even sitting right on the floor next to the heat, arms open and waiting for you. The bed and couch decked out in all the holiday throw pillows and blankets. Wrapping up together under them, sandwiched between the two of them in bed, warming up cold feet under your flannel sheets. 

Every year you three buy a gingerbread house and struggle to put it together, frosting-covered fingerprints decorating all of your cheeks, and tips of your noses. Warmed hot chocolate dotted with little marshmallows, passed around every time you three sit to watch silly holiday movies on the tv. Playing classics and the cheesy hallmark movies that huening says he doesn't like but always finds himself smiling over. “He was a prince the whole time!” “Kai this is basically the same plot as the last one. How did you not see it coming?” “I was distracted by the cute romance,” 

The three of you trying to bake cookies, a tradition you uphold to give them out to your friends. And one batch is always somehow burned and needs to be redone after you all get distracted. But it's hard to listen to the timer when you're singing Christmas songs, dancing around the kitchen in your socked feet, slipping on the spilled flour that somehow got everywhere. Giggling when you pull out the forgotten sheet pan to see that the dough had spread your little sugar cookie people into burnt-edged blobs. 

Decorating the cookies that turned out well, Kai and yeonjun always make cookies of each other and ask you to judge who did better. Sprinkles are just everywhere by the end of the night. Yeonjun always swipes his frosting covered thumb over your bottom lip just to say, “Oh you've got a little something right there, let me get it for you,” kissing away sweetness. Kai smiles so wide when you dot every freckle on his face with a spot of frosting just to kiss it all away.

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[tangerinelovez]

mtl: txt asking for your meal to be remade when made incorrectly at a restaurant

pairing: txt x female-implied reader with dietary restrictions (they've been dating for six months) tw; food allergies, veganism, confrontation, uncomfortable social experience, social anxiety........ also I didn't proofread this so that's a warning itself word count: 2394 disclaimer: This is all fictional and just for entertainment purposes. This is not based on any fact and is just my own interpretations of how I think the members would act if their girlfriend's order was wrong at a restaurant and they had some kind of dietary restriction. note: I did make my decisions based on a combination of factors. I think some members would be very sympathetic about your order being wrong, but may be uncomfortable expressing your concerns to the waiter, leaving you to be the one to voice your dissatisfaction with your meal. On the other hand, some members may be more willing to speak up on your behalf, but may not fully offer the emotional support you may be looking for in this situation.

MOST

Yeonjun -> you can always count on him to speak up for you when your meal isn't right... but you will have to explain to him what's wrong with it

you have been a vegan by choice for a few years, and by this point, you had gotten pretty used to great service and creative food options when going out. Not to mention, you had been pleased to find that being vegan hadn’t deterred nearly as many guys from dating you as everyone had made it sound.

to make a long story short, it had been a while since you’d been faced with a vegan’s worst nightmare: an inedible pool of steaming hot vegan cheese falling off the edge of your pizza slice in rivulets while on a rare night out with your boyfriend. on the bright side, he would be quick to fix the issue, hating to see you so sad and disappointed with your meal while he's enjoying his own so much. he'd drop his own slice of pizza, and his brows would furrow as you explain why your vegan pizza was not made correctly, and he'd nod attentively, eyes wide as he listens. he'd reassure you that he'd handle it for you and then flag down the waiter, politely explaining why your pizza isn't correct as it appeared to be drowning in a river of non-dairy cheese instead of the typical sprinkle you'd come to expect when eating at this restaurant. when the second pizza comes out, he'd study it and your face closely, and lean in and assertively ask if he needs to go talk to the kitchen himself, or if it looks right for you this time. part of you wonders how he can't seem to fully recognize this pizza looks entirely different than the first one that had been swimming in rivulets of cheese, but he's so cute and concerned, you hold down your urge to point out just how different the two pizzas look from each other.

when you smile and reassure him the dough looks cooked thoroughly and there's an appropriate amount of vegan cheese and the correct toppings, he'd let out a big sigh of relief and pick up his own forgotten slice, saying he doesn't mind eating his pizza cold as long as it means he can share a nice meal with you and shooting you a wink as he takes a bite. a bizarre expression crosses his face suddenly, prompting you to ask what is it before he says we're getting ice cream after this right? and you nod, loving how his mind is always on food, even when eating.

let me look up the best vegan ice cream around here then... he says, pulling out his samsung as he wipes his face.

you're always eating some fruit pop at the place we normally go to, and I know you say you like it... but you deserve ice cream tonight. you laugh, finding it amusing how he seems to be more impacted by all of this than you are, but smile as you eat your well-crafted pizza, feeling lucky to have found a man who is eager to keep you fed and happy. Taehyun -> your attentive and observant boyfriend will always do what it takes to make you happy, even if he doesn't fully get the "vegan" thing as soon as your order hit the table, terry noticed that your face didn't light up as it normally does when the two of you go out for tacos. why the long face baby? he'd say, leaning in over the booth. you'd hesitate, feeling a little apprehensive about bringing up your concerns. You don't really like inconveniencing others over your dietary restrictions, and try to not make a big deal of them.

as you tell terry your order is wrong and why, he nods in understanding, but hesitates before saying baby... can't you just eat it this one time? I just don't get why you wont have the real thing sometimes... it's much healthier than that fake meat...

you sigh, shaking your head slightly, a slightly amused smile on your face. your gym bro boyfriend still maintained a slight skepticism towards your diet even after all these months of dating. you know i'm vegan for reasons other than just health reasons, terry.

he nods and reaches for your hand across the table, an earnest look in his eyes. you know I don't mind that you're vegan, (y/n). let me ask them for your fake meat and fake cheese tacos.

he raises his free hand to signal the waiter back over, and calmly explains that you need the tacos remade without dairy and with the vegan meat crumbles. he smiles widely as the waiter apologizes and offers to discount your bill, apologizing profusely for the mistake.

when the remade tacos arrive, terry inspects them heavily, even offering to take a bite to ensure it's not real meat and cheese on these, as well. you can feel yourself fall in love even more when his eyes widen in amazement after he takes a bite and says, it's definitely vegan, but wow, it's good... maybe next time you can convince him to share some vegan appetizers and entrees. Beomgyu -> he teases. a lot. but at the end of the day, he would do anything for you if you really needed him to yeah I mean they definitely have a couple options for you here, right? your boyfriend of six months had asked on the way to the ramen restaurant he had recently taken a liking to. you had bitten your lip, unsure if your dietary restrictions would really be accommodated here. due to some health reasons, you were unable to eat gluten or dairy. taking into account your other allergies, it could often make eating somewhere feel impossible. now that the steaming bowl was in front of you, it was clear that your concerns had been valid. you watch beomgyu carefully eat some of his own ramen for a few seconds before sighing softly, prompting him to look up from his bowl and to your blank expression and untouched food. Is something wrong with yours? he asks after swallowing his soup. you nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. it had been a really long day, and you had just wanted to eat something that sounded good without worrying about all of your restrictions and allergies, but now that it was in front of you, and you could see just how much gluten, soy, and sesame was in the ramen, you knew you could not eat it.

he quirks his brow. ah, is today a day you spontaneously care about your diet again?

you feel heat rush into your face, knowing he's just kidding, but feeling embarrassed and not wanting to be an inconvenience all the same. hey, i didn't realize they'd put so many huge chunks of tofu in here... It didn't list tofu as an ingredient in here... and there's so much soy sauce already in the broth... not to mention, sesame seeds randomly in here...

you move your spoon around sadly, not feeling like making a scene at the small family-owned ramen restaurant. I'm pretty sure my noodles aren't gluten-free either... you sigh. I can't eat this, gyu. he looks up from his meal to look at you and your bowl again. ok... he says, looking over to the kitchen before looking at you again. do you want a new one or something?

you look down with a slight shrug.

he looks at you blankly for a few seconds as he stirs his ramen before saying ...do you want me to tell them you need a new one?

you sheepishly nod and he scoffs. alright, i'll tell them my girlfriend decided to take her allergies seriously today, and to please take that into account when remaking the bowl.

he raises a hand and furiously waves it around to get your waiter's attention.

anything for you, you big old karen. i'll make sure you get the best gluten-free, soy-free, everything-good-free ramen they have here. and maybe even get us a discount! he loves to be dramatic... but at the end of the day, he will always step up when it really matters to you.

Soobin -> he loves making you vegan food at home, but can get a bit embarrassed in restaurants soobin loved to cook for you at home or take you to familiar restaurants, but sometimes, for special occasions, he would try to take you somewhere new and exciting that seemed to be getting good reviews as a date night spot online. normally, he would double and triple check to ensure there were vegan options, or at the very least, vegetarian options that could be made vegan, but he had told you tonight's restaurant was a bit of a gamble... and the overly cheesy burger in front of you seemed to be indicating a loss. are you sure you can't just... eat around it? soobin's wide eyes stare into yours as he makes the suggestion.

I mean, it's baked in... you take the bun off of your burger to show your boyfriend how the veggie burger appears to have real cheese and breadcrumbs baked into the patty.

both food items you could not have as a vegan. I mean... the waiter wrote down no cheese or breadcrumbs on this veggie burger. i'm sure it's just vegan cheese... he says, looking down at his own burger with a quick glance before looking back up at you.

just eat your burger, soobin. you say with a smile, not wanting him to go hungry just because you can't eat your meal. he shakes his head quickly, taking a sip of his cola. no, no... it doesn't feel right for you to just sit and watch me eat... you smile as you see his ears start to get a bit red. you look at him reassuringly with a smile. soob, come on. it's fine. i'll just ask them for a new one. you move to raise your hand, getting ready to deal with the awkward confrontation with the waiter before soobin puts his hand on top of yours.

no... we're out tonight to celebrate six months of you being my girlfriend. I... I can ask them to remake this burger but without the cheese or breadcrumbs like they said they could do for you. besides... I know how stressed you've been with your semester starting.

your heart skips a beat as soobin takes a deep breath and raises his hand, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he looks around the restaurant for your waiter. you really didn't mind speaking up for yourself, it was part of being a vegan, but it really warmed your heart to see soobin doing something for you even though it made him uncomfortable.

and when he quietly and politely explained the error to the waiter, you couldn't help but be endeared by his good manners and appreciation not only for you, but for service workers.

the waiter apologized profusely for bringing a vegetarian burger instead of vegan burger to the table, heavily discounted your meal, and even offered a complimentary dessert. to which soobin inquired, are any of your desserts dairy-free?

when the answer was no, he smiled cheekily and said the two of you were fine on desserts then, which confused you until a few hours later, when you entered his apartment and noticed a table full of intricately-decorated cookies, that he assures you are vegan.

your mouth can't help but fall open in shock over the pile of handmade cookies to which soobin cheekily says, why are you so surprised? his sudden confidence charming you even more. Kai -> he feels terribly that you can't eat your meal... but the best he can do is offer emotional support and advice when your pita comes out to the table in a tray with checkered paper, it is just filled to the brim with olives. though you're not one of those people who is super picky, you have to admit you've always had a massive aversion to olives.

though you'd normally just opt to pick the olives out of the pita, there are so many throughout it, in addition to pepperoncini and copious amounts of greek dressing... in all honesty, the whole pita just has to go. it's so soggy and poorly wrapped, you really don't know how you'd even manage to eat it. you look across the table to your boyfriend, shocked to find he is nearly done with his own pita. you watch him eat for a few seconds, amused by how absorbed he is in the flavors of the pita, before he finally fishes his and almost seems to come back to earth, looking at you with a stunned expression. (y/n), is something wrong? does your stomach hurt? you shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed over the fact you can't just suck it up and eat the soggy and overloaded-with-olives pita.

oh... it's just... this is really soggy. i'm not even sure I could pick it up without it falling apart. and it's filled with olives. he sucks his teeth, soft eyes looking at you with concern. oh no! maybe you can just use a fork and knife? you furrow your brows, knowing the flaws with the pita go beyond its structural weakness. It's also just full of olives and pepperoncini... I can't really eat this... kai looks around awkwardly, pulling on the strings of his hoodie before suddenly his face lights up and he eagerly offers a solution.

how about you order something else, and i'll just eat this one?

your eyes widen at his suggestion, and you can't help but laugh. but... you don't really like olives either? and it's so messy?

he shakes his head, already pulling your soggy pita towards himself. I don't mind eating it... and just ask the waiter for the menu again and order something else... I don't want to ask them to remake anything...

you laugh as you watch him pick up a fork and knife to eat the offending pita, and catch eyes with the waiter from across the restaurant to signal him to come back to the table. at least nights out with kai always have you laughing.

LEAST

[thoughtsforsoob]

txt x latina!reader

a/n: I know some people said not to write this but I desperately want to :( I think this is really self-indulgent but I hope at least one or two people will enjoy this post and maybe find it comforting or relateable. Latina!MOA, I love you !!!

yeonjun

the first thing that came to my head was him getting along with any siblings/cousins you may have

hispanic families are pretty big and he really enjoys being around everyone and getting to know your family

all the tias also try to steal him away from you and like to ask him all kinds of questions about his jobs

they're all impressed with him and he's all red because all the attention makes him shy

later on, they text you being all like "congrats mija, you picked a good one"

I also feel like he would want to impress your parents so badly

he wants to make a great first impression so he bring your mom a pretty bouquet of her favorite flowers and a necklace ("ay no! pesto es de marca buena!")

for your dad, he brings him a fancy liquor bottle and something else he has an interest in (he begs for your help to find the perfect gift and you're all like, "don't worry! he doesn't worry about being gifted things"

ends up buying him fancy watch and your dad is just in shock with the Rolex in his hand

he makes a great impression for say the least

you mom texts him to check on your when you haven't checked in and they even hang out by themselves when you visit home. she called him "hijito"

your dad is a little skeptical (because who's dad isn't) but eventually comes around when yeonjun invites him to a sporting event together. they have a couple drinks, get to talking and he expresses that his intentions with you are serious, which pleases your dad.

soobin

he's so shy when you tell him that your parents are coming to visit because he hadn't thought it would happen so soon

he was only doing practice schedules for that week so he was able to spend time with them when he got home

he begs you to teach him some Spanish so that he can make a good impression and try him best to connect with them, even if they also speak English.

he comes home one night and they're in the living room, you in the kitchen fixing up dinner...he's frozen but manages a small wave and a little "hola~"

your mama finds him very sweet looking and gets up, going him a hug and squishing one of his doughy cheeks.

your dad on the other hand...not very impressed...(latino dads like the mach types for their baby girls and soobin isn't very...yknow)

he notices this and walks over to shake his hand, which your dad reluctantly does

you come into the living room and call everyone for dinner, which happened to be pozole since it was super cold out

soobin loves the meal and it impresses your parents (you've been feeding him mexican dishes to prepare him for their visit and he loves them so you gave nothing to worry about)

you have to facilitate the conversation but the night ends without incident

the next day, you and soobin take your parents out to some sights

he does his best to explain where they were in the little English and Spanish he knew and you're parents appreciate his effort

he buys meals and pays for all four of you and they urge him not to but he insists because he wants to prove that he cares about them and takes care of you on the daily

they enjoy their trip and overall approve of him

beomgyu

he knew that you were hispanic when you first started dating and also begged you to teach him some Spanish so he can impress your parents when he eventually meets them

once you express your family dynamic with him, he becomes a little more understanding

he knew that you struggled to get along with your family because of the choice you'd made to move abroad but never fully understood it until one day when your parents had called you

he had just come home from filming a To Do with the boys that day and he heard you on the phone, so he sat next to you

you let him say hello and he got up and walked off to take a shower

the conversation, like it so often happens to, switch to the topic of you moving away and when you were going to come back

when you let them know you're not coming back and they you were established and had a boyfriend, your mom and dad started to get upset, once again

something a long the lines of "Hija, you can't seriously want to live there forever? What about your family? We miss you? Plus, you should really date someone a little different. Ese muchacho no es hombre."

you go off about how it's not fair how they try to guild you like this and immediately hang up

beomgyu heard a little bit of it and vaguely understood what they'd said so he comes to you to try to help you calm down a little

he holds you while you cry to him about the argument you just had and how they want you to go home and leave him for someone else

he comforts you so well

"I may not understand why they think it's okay to try and tell you what to do, but you're old enough to make your own choices and choose whoever you want to be with. I understand your culture is a little different from mine but I try to understand. we're gonna work this out and I'll make sure they like me."

your smile up and him and go about your night, making dinner and having a nice self care night since he knew you desperately needed it.

taehyun

this guy is so supportive of you, especially because he knows there are struggles that come along with being a foreigner

he is so interested in learning Spanish

he will sit there with you, textbook and notebook on the table, and go over grammar and vocab and everything

he loves practicing with you by saying sweet things and integrating vocab into everyday conversation

he really wants to impress you, and eventually your family

he also wants to connect with you on a deeper level

back to the being a foreigner thing...he really supports you and gets so angry when people say stuff about you in public

you were both at a cafe one time and an older woman kept staring at you

taehyun noticed and tried to move you behind him but she kept looking in your direction

she eventually comes up to you both and starts asking you a bunch of questions that weren't so kind and tyunnie was so annoyed and upset

you, being the nice person you are, patiently answered her questions even if they bothered you as well

once she left, tyun looked at you with his big pretty eyes and asked you if you were okay

you've also had younger girls, around your age, make snarky comments about you In public but taehyun knows exactly what to do in these scenarios

he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you just to shut them up

she loves your differences so much and celebrates them any chance he gets

huening kai

baby loves the food and when you speak to him in spanish

she loves the pet names in Spanish and says they somehow seem more sweet

his favorite would def be "mi amortico"

when you call him that he just melts into a puddle

his favorite one to call you is "bebe" because he thinks it perfectly captures you

like I said, he loves the food

when hes hungry, he now has the habit of just making a simple quesadilla just the way you taught him

he burns himself the first couple tries when flipping the tortilla with his bare hands but he gets the hang of it eventually

he hates that there isn't more Mexican food/ingredients in Korea but whenever its possible, he orders stuff online and surprises you with it!

he will want to learn all of the recipes you know and calls them your cooking dates

oh my goodness...when he meets you parents

they think he's kind of goofy looking (something my parents would say) but they would ultimately deem him a sweet boy

I feel like he is a grandmas boy so he is sticking to your grandma and you the whole time

your grandma feeds him tortillas with limon y sal and he is just so happy eating them

he also wants to learn Spanish so he can communicate better with abuelita (and you ig LMAO)

he loves your culture and how lively it is

he loves dancing with you at these family parties

[luvyeni]

omg im new to ur blog hi <3 im also an 03 liner and a dreamzen and (baby) moa, twinsies 🫶🫶 saw ur reqs were open and was wondering if u could do tubatu and/or dreamies reaction to another member staring at your chest when you're not wearing a bra ?

i was going to req both but idk i feel bad req two at a time so maybe just txt or whatever u feel comfortable w looolll 😭

—｛🎂｝MEMBER LOOKING AT YOU; W/ TUBATU

pairings. boyfriend!tubatu x fem!reader

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author's note. welcome💙 i hope you like this.

—｛🍰｝... SOOBIN ! ⋮

soobin isn't a confrontational person, but it involves you , so he also isn't gonna let it slide.

soobin watched beomgyu eye your chest for the past 10 minutes , like soobin was sure beomgyu didn't even notice that soobin had been eyeing him too. you had gotten up, and his eyes still followed your chest as you walked into the other way. once you were out of eye view, beomgyu finally was about to look away but he accidentally locked eyes with a glaring soobin.

"please mind your eyes beomgyu, okay?"

—｛🍰｝...YEONJUN ! ⋮

yeonjun is gonna voice it, he may even get physical , not beat them up , but just a little tap to make them aware.

'how could soobin be so shameless' he thought as he watched his member eye your chest , the shirt you wore didn't require a bra ; and it you could definitely tell you didn't have one on... soobin could and it pissed yeonjun off. "baby could you get me something to drink from the kitchen?" he nodded getting up from his seat , walking past soobin making sure to slap the back of the boys neck.

"stop drooling over my girlfriends chest."

—｛🍰｝... BEOMGYU ! ⋮

so loud about it , he's gonna make sure everyone else knows what just went down.

i don't think huening kai even meant to stare at your chest , you were helping him with his hair since you knew somethings about hair, and you were standing in front of him, and he had so happened to look up from his phone, quickly looking down once he realized, unfortunately it wasn't fast enough for beomgyu, and he yelled out making the boy flustered.

"hey! you pervert stop looking at my girlfriend like that."

—｛🍰｝... TAEHYUN ! ⋮

gonna put a stop to it immediately , like how does one have so much audacity.

taehyun thought beomgyu wasn't aware he was staring at your chest at first, maybe he just had wondering eyes and it was accidentally, then he realized he'd been staring just a bit to intensely for his liking. he got up, walking over to beomgyu who finally notice , bending down so nobody could here.

"did you have fun? i hope you got a good enough look, but stop eyeing my girlfriend like that thank you."

—｛🍰｝... HEUNING KAI !

he doesn't want you to figure it out and be uncomfortable, so he's gonna just give you his hoodie, knowing you wouldn't think anything of it.

kai was upset, how could yeonjun be so shamless, without a care in the world he stared at your chest. he turned to you, hoping you hadn't noticed, he would hate if you were uncomfortable because of his member. "baby?" he smiled. "here's my hoodie, you must be cold." you took it unaware of the reason. he glared at his friend, mouthing:

"turn your eyes away now."

©️LUVYENI

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in the absence of heartbeats | k.th

pairing: Taehyun x gender neutral!reader genre: angst, fluff, vampire!taehyun, medium!reader warnings: violence word count: 4.8k notes: — been thinking of this idea for a while but the idea of writing a whole fic for it is very tiring so I decided to just write out this scene lol — for some clarification, my definition of a "medium" is just someone who can see and speak to ghosts! nothing more than that :) After a harrowing night, you find comfort in the cold arms of one with no heartbeat, but much warmth in his heart. 

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It's close to two in the morning when you finally decide to leave the library. Your eyes are burning from the light of your computer and there's an ache in your neck from hunching over a desk for way too long, so even though you're not quite done with your essay you end up calling it quits. You haven't written anything substantial in the last half hour anyway. 

All the while you're packing up, a prickle of unease won't stop rippling up and down your spine. It doesn't stop when you leave the room, footsteps echoing loudly in the halls, nor does it stop when you actually exit the library and step into the cool night air. A light wind breezes past your face, but it doesn't soothe you like it normally does after hours spent cramped in one of the quiet study rooms. You find yourself tensing up instead.

Experience tells you not to ignore the feeling. If the hair on your neck is standing up, it means something. What it could mean right now, you aren't sure—you've left the library late and made the short trek back to your apartment many times without issue—but something is wrong. 

You look out at your dark campus, its sidewalks lit only by lamps and the moon. You look back at the library and its windows full of warm light. Almost unconsciously, you find yourself drawing the silver knife you always keep tucked away. You feel a little safer with the blade in your hand, but the prickle of unease doesn't fade away.

It's just so...empty. So quiet. Which shouldn't be that weird—it's nearly two in the morning, of course campus is going to be empty and quiet—but something about tonight's silence still feels unsettling. You glance around the expanse of campus again, and then it hits you. 

There are no ghosts. 

Instantly all of your exhaustion disappears, replaced by a heightened wariness at the situation. There aren't many ghosts who linger at your university—not compared to other places, at least—but there are usually a few hanging around. In fact, you've never been in an open place where there no ghosts, period. As you scan the campus perimeter again, your heart begins to race when you confirm that there are indeed no ghosts around, not even one trailing morosely over the quad.

Ghosts go where they wish. They usually tend to linger around their place of death or somewhere important to them when they were alive, but that's by their own choice. They're not bound to any one place like so many people believe. For them all to be avoiding your campus...

What—or who—could have chased them all away?

You swallow. Whoever they are, whatever they are, you don't want to meet them. Which means you need to get out of here as soon as possible.

So you hurry down the library steps, then start speed walking back to your apartment as fast as you can. It's just fifteen minutes away. You'll be fine. 

Except, five minutes in, you realize that you haven't left the strange absence of ghosts behind. 

In fact, it might just be following you. 

You fight the urge to look back. Someone or something must be following you, but who the fuck would follow you from the library back to your apartment? Why the fuck would anyone want to? As far as anyone except a select group of people knows, you're just a regular college student struggling through finals week like the rest of them. The people who know you can see ghosts, or who at least know that something about you is linked to the supernatural, have no reason to follow you home. 

Except...

Except one.

Your heart drops. Sanya. The guy who's been pestering you for weeks—the guy who asked you once if you could see ghosts, and who kept trying to catch you unawares to ask over and over and over again. Each time you said no. Each time you asked if he was feeling alright in the head. You're a good actor and you know it, but he just wasn't buying it for whatever reason until a couple weeks ago when you finally blew up on him and told him to stop invading your damn space. He hasn't bothered you since then, so you thought he finally believed you, or at least got the message to leave you alone.

Maybe not, though. You didn't think he was unhinged enough to have chased away all ghosts by virtue of his presence, but right now you have to consider all possibilities. Desperation can make people do crazy things. Talking to ghosts...you should know that.

You should've stayed back at the library with its warm glow and well-lit rooms. At least there was a security guard there. But you didn't know, and it's too late to go back. All you can do is keep going and hope you make it back to your apartment before Sanya—or whatever it is that's following you—gets you first.

...The streets are really quiet right now.

The sick taste of fear rises in your throat. You're already walking as fast as you can but you try to go a little faster, all the while clenching your knife so tightly your knuckles feel like they might split. With shaking hands, you also pull out your phone and dial a number as fast as you can with numb fingers. Answer, you pray. Please answer, please, please please—

The call goes through. 

"Hey, Kai," you say as normally as you can. Thank god, thank god, thank god—Kai won't ask questions, and he'll catch on easily. "Where are you? I'm just ten minutes away—"

"Y/N?"

That's not Kai. 

That's Taehyun. Taehyun who always felt a little strange to you, a bit like a ghost but physical and solid and real. Taehyun who has no heartbeat. Taehyun who laughed when you confronted him about it, and challenged you to figure out what kind of supernatural creature he is without him telling you. Taehyun who found you talking to a ghost and asked what kind of supernatural ties you have, which birthed the stupid little bet between you two about who would figure out the other's identity first. Taehyun who is infuriating. Taehyun who is kind.

Taehyun, who is a friend and can still help.

"Oh, hey Taehyun," you say, praying your voice stays steady. "Kai's not there?"

"He went to the convenience store and left his phone," Taehyun replies. "Did you need him? He'll be back in a few."

"No, I—just letting you all know that I'll be at his place in ten minutes," you say. "I'm at 117th, was just heading back from the library. Sorry—" And here your voice catches, like an idiot—"Sorry I'm so late, I just got caught up with an essay."

Taehyun remains silent for a second. Then—

"Y/N, are you okay?"

A sob almost bursts out of your mouth, catching you by surprise. You're so scared—your heart is racing faster with every street you pass that is still devoid of ghosts—you hadn't realized it until he asked that simple question, are you okay, but you're scared. So scared. 

"No," you say lowly. "I think someone, or something, is following me." You swallow hard around the fear rising in your throat. "There—there aren't any ghosts."

"Ghosts?"

"I'll explain later," you say, panic creeping into your voice. "I don't know who or what is fucked up enough to have them all avoiding the area, but I think it's following me and I'm still like ten minutes away from the apartment and I'm freaking out—"

All the hairs on your neck stand up. 

MOVE.

You don't even think before flinging yourself to the side just as something—someone—barrels into the space you just occupied. 

You're back on your feet in a second but so is the figure that jumped out at you. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you start sprinting, clutching your knife like a lifeline—and all the while Taehyun's yelling into the phone, asking what's going on, but between the running and the adrenaline you don't have enough breath to answer except with sharp gasps—

Something lands heavily on your back. You go tumbling down and your knee explodes in pain. Your phone skitters onto the street but you still have your knife, which you swing wildly until it connects with flesh and the mass pinning you down lets go, if only slightly, with a sharp yell. Kicking out your good leg, you manage to pull yourself free, ignoring the sick squelch of flesh as you drag the knife out with you. 

You force yourself to stand. A streetlamp illuminates an unpleasantly familiar face contorted in pain as he also rises, blood flowing freely down one arm. 

"Y/N," Sanya says, and you take a step backward even as your knee screams. "Y/N, I just wanted to talk to you—"

"What the fuck?" you snarl. Your hands are shaking so much you wonder how the knife hasn't fallen to the ground yet. "You want to talk, so you follow me home from the library and try to attack me—"

"You wouldn't talk to me otherwise!"

"Because you keep asking me about ghosts, ghost, fucking ghosts—where the fuck did you get the idea that I can talk to them? Where did you even get the idea that they were real?" You point your knife at him, praying that he doesn't see how badly you're shaking. "I've told you so many times to just leave me the fuck alone—"

"I saw you talking to one," he interrupts, lips curling in a snarl. "I saw you—don't deny it! You were talking to one after class, I heard you call it by name. Lilia." Sanya takes a deep breath. "Lilia Taylor. Committed suicide almost thirty years ago. She's dead, and you were talking to her. Don't fucking deny it!"

You can't say anything. Your voice isn't working. You can only stand there in horror, because there is a ghost named Lilia and you've definitely spoken to her before, even if you can't quite remember the specific occasion he's talking about. 

You're fucked. So fucked. In the past ten years, you've only made the mistake of being caught talking to a ghost twice. You learned that lesson from childhood. Taehyun thankfully ended up being harmless. But Sanya—

He must take your silence for affirmation, because his voice turns desperate, more pleading than anything, and it breaks your heart. "Please, Y/N," he begs. "I just—I just want to talk to my mother. One more time. I didn't—didn't get to say goodbye before she died, it was too fast, I just want to talk to her one more time—"

You shake your head. "I can't do that," you say roughly. "That's—that's not how it works. I only see ghosts. I can speak to them but I can't command them to talk to me. I can't even speak to a specific one if I don't know where to find them first, and that's assuming they're here. That they haven't passed on." You swallow. "I'm sorry. I couldn't speak to your mother for you even if I tried."

For a long moment, Sanya remains silent, his head bowed. You hold your breath. He'll understand. He has to. He can't—can't force you to do something you can't do in the first place. Right?

Slowly, he lifts his head. You take a deep breath, ready to continue soothing, until you see the glimmer of menace in his eyes. 

"You're lying," he snarls. "You're lying."

"I am not lying," you snap, anger and adrenaline powering your voice. "I can't do it. If there even is a way, which I doubt, I don't know it—"

"YOU'RE LYING!"

This time you don't manage to dodge. Your fucked up knee buckles and the full force of his weight knocks you straight to the ground. Your knife clatters on concrete. Your head smacks the sidewalk and pain explodes in your skull but Sanya doesn't even seem to register the blood running down your face as he jerks your head back up. "You're lying," he hisses, staring straight into your eyes. "You fucking liar. You know you can, you have to—"

"I can't," you snarl back through the pain. "I can't! And no matter how much you fuck me up, you can't make me do something I do not know how to do!"

"You can see ghosts!" His voice is rising, hysteria coating every word. "You can talk to them! You have to be able to do this, you have to—"

"I can't!" you scream. "I can't fucking do it! What else do you want me to say, Sanya, what the fuck else?"

"I want you to STOP LYING!"

For a moment, there's just the night air, the silence, your heavy breaths snarling through the air. You blink blood out of your eyes, silver flashing in the corner of your vision. Your knife. If you stretch just a little, maybe you can get to it.

You try to focus on Sanya, even though two of him are starting to swim in your vision. "You're crazy," you say quietly, stretching out your fingers. "You're crazy—crazy enough that even ghosts avoid you. You can't force me to do something that I just can't do. You can't bring your mother back." Almost there—you can feel the handle at your fingertips. "You don't even know if she's still here! She's probably already passed on!"

"Shut up!" he screams, and your head hits the sidewalk again with a sickening crunch that echoes in your ears. There goes the knife, you think vaguely. "Shut up, shut up—you're lying, you're fucking lying—"

He raises your head again, and you brace yourself for another hit. But just as you feel yourself going down again, all of Sanya's weight leaves you at once. 

Body numb, vision blurring, you manage to lift yourself up just enough to see Sanya splayed out on the street, a familiar figure standing over him. Your hands aren't cooperating much so you can't wipe the blood out of your eyes, but from this angle it looks like...

Taehyun?

The figure turns just enough for lamplight to fall on its face and your breath catches in your throat. It's Taehyun, but it—it's not. Taehyun doesn't have gold eyes that glimmer in the moonlight. Taehyun doesn't have fangs that extend past his lips, shimmering white against the night. Taehyun doesn't move that fast, doesn't have nails that shred right through skin, doesn't have a voice that could produce that deep snarl from his chest as he stands over Sanya's prone body like a predator in the night.

Out of the muddled mess of your mind, one word emerges. Vampire. 

Of all the times to figure it out, why now?

Your weak lungs heave out something like a laugh. Taehyun's head jerks towards you and then all in a second, you're being gathered up in strong, familiar arms. The fangs have disappeared but his eyes remain a glittering gold, mesmerizing, and your aching head just wants you to sink into them forever but Taehyun's talking and he keeps on talking and it's really hard to just let your eyes close and relax when his voice is so distracting—

"Y/N. Y/N!" He's shaking you now, and fuck that hurts. You must make some sound of protest because he stops, thankfully, but then those gold eyes are suddenly so close to yours and he's talking again. "Y/N, stay awake. You can't go to sleep. Stay awake, don't close your eyes—"

Thinking is so hard right now. So is keeping your eyes open, especially when the world keeps blinking in and out of sight. Why can't you just sleep? You're trying to keep them open, you really are, but it's so easy to just not, and when your eyes flutter shut yet again you hear what sounds like a panicked curse before suddenly you're being lifted up and then you're moving. The night air is cold and so is Taehyun but with the last vestiges of your energy you burrow into his chest, chasing a comfort you never thought you'd find in the absence of a heartbeat.

No heartbeat. That stirs something in the depths of your mind, and then you remember something that, to your muddled brain, is very, very important.

"Taehyun."

Your name comes out in a panicked gasp. "Y/N?"  

You blink again with immense difficulty. Gold eyes, fangs, no heartbeat. "Vampire," you get out.

He snorts, though you don't miss the panicked edge to it. "That's what you're worried about?"

Worried? Why would you be worried? Taehyun would never hurt you. But that train of thought is too difficult to chase down, so instead you focus on what you were going to say in the first place. "...Did I win?" you mumble into his shirt.

"Stop talking," he hisses, something like a half-hysterical laugh rising in his throat. "Stop fucking talking, and don't close your eyes—"

Of course, that's when your eyelids decide to fall shut, and you hear no more.

. . . . .

Your dreams are filled with ghosts, pain, and mesmerizing gold eyes. You're woken up several times and each time is just as annoying as the last—lots of hushed voices telling you to keep your eyes open, things poking you in different places, and at some point someone is shoving something at your mouth and you think it might be someone's wrist? Which is stupid, because why would anyone be shoving their wrist at you, but then something tangy and metallic starts entering your mouth and even though the taste is terrible a voice that sounds a lot like Taehyun's is whispering for you to swallow, please, please, please so you do, even though it's fucking gross. 

When you finally wake up for good, it's to a dim room, lit only by a small lamp in the corner. Your head feels like it's been filled with cotton, your eyes are crusty, and your mouth tastes like something died in it. You try to speak but all that comes out of your parched throat is a dry croak. 

"Y/N?"

You turn your head to the sound of the voice and come to three conclusions.

One: Moving your head hurts a lot less than you thought it would. 

Two: Someone is sitting by your bed. 

Three: Taehyun is sitting by your bed, holding your hand. 

"...Taehyun?"

Relief cracks across his face. "Oh, thank god, you're awake." He turns to a nearby nightstand that holds a pitcher and an empty glass. "Are you thirsty?"

You do your best to nod. The glass of water that Taehyun pours you tastes like heaven. 

Several glasses later, you aren't so thirsty anymore, and your mind feels a little more focused. You look around the little room, then at Taehyun. 

"...Your eyes aren't gold anymore."

"What? Oh." He blinks. "Yeah. That only happens when I'm...in my other form."

"As a vampire."

He nods, a little smile curving his lips. "Yeah. And before you ask again, yes, you did win our bet."

Fuck yeah. You beam up at him. "Sick." Then you frown. "Wait, have you not figured out what I am? I thought the ghosts gave it away."

"There were still a few options, even with that hint," he says, taking your hand again almost absentmindedly. You glance down but decide not to say anything. It feels nice, anyway. "Necromancer. Medium. Witch, maybe."

It would be funny to keep him in the dark, but that's also a little cruel. "I'm a medium," you admit. "I talk to ghosts. Can't really do much else, though."

"So you weren't just talking to yourself the day I caught you," he says with a little snicker. You snort, but he's not done. "Did that guy find out? That's why he was after you, wasn't it?"

The room suddenly feels cold. You shiver underneath your blanket, hand squeezing Taehyun's almost involuntarily. His skin is also cold, but the pressure of his palm against yours comforts you more than the thin warmth of the blanket. 

"Yeah," you get out. "Yeah, he...he'd been bothering me for a while. Asking if I could see ghosts and whatever. I lied, obviously, and at some point I thought he got the message to leave me alone. But he saw me talking to one of them. I didn't know." You take a deep breath. "He thought I'd be able to help him talk to his mom. I told him I don't know how to summon specific ghosts. I don't even know if it's possible, at least for me. But, uh." You try to smile, but it fails. "He didn't really like that."

Something like a snarl sounds in the back of Taehyun's throat. "I could tell," he says, and there's no mirth in that statement. 

A blurry memory comes to the forefront of your mind. Sanya lying in the street, arms and legs splayed at strange angles, Taehyun standing over him. "He's...is he dead?" you ask, mouth dry. You're not sure if you want to hear the answer. 

"No." Taehyun spits out the word bitterly, like he almost wishes the opposite were true. "No, he's not. I didn't kill him." He looks at you almost hopefully. "But if you want me to, I can finish it."

You swallow. Relief and fear do a strange little dance in your chest. "No, I don't think I want him to be," you reply, and Taehyun nods, albeit a little disappointedly. "But I don't really want him coming after me again, either."

"Don't worry. Kai said he would take care of that, if you decided you wanted him alive." Taehyun gives you a half smile. "One of our friends is a witch. Memory alteration spells can go a long way."

Most of the fear dissipates, and you let out a sigh of relief. "That's...good." You stare at the blanket. "He just wanted to talk to his mother. Grief can drive even the sanest of people mad."

"...I know."

A little silence falls. "Where am I, by the way?" you finally ask. "Your apartment?"

"Yeah. It was closer." Taehyun shrugs. "Also, I hope you don't mind, but I called my witch friend over to take a look at you earlier. His name's Soobin."

Hm. You vaguely recognize that name from your intermittent wakings. Which brings back the memory of something else, a tangy and metallic liquid in your mouth. Instinctively you wrinkle your nose. 

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, I just remembered a dream I had." You shake your head. "I was drinking something really weird. It tasted bad."

Taehyun's face turns a little sheepish. 

"...Not a dream, I guess," you get out. Right, in dreams you can't taste anything. How did you forget? "What was it?"

Taehyun raises his wrist, revealing two fading marks against his skin. "Vampire blood has healing properties," he says guiltily. "It was the only thing we could think of without sending you to the hospital. You had a major concussion and your knee was pretty busted, too."

You stare at his wrist, at the marks that seem to be fading before your eyes. "I drank blood. From your wrist."

"...Sorry?"

"No, no, don't be sorry." You pinch the bridge of your nose for a second. "I...appreciate it? It kept me alive. I'm just trying to process things." Then you realize something. "God, I haven't even thanked you for saving me." All at once you remember the fear, the terror, the pain, and then it hits you, really hits you, just how close to death you came. "Thank you, Taehyun," you say in a much smaller voice. "I...I really owe you my life."

Taehyun clasps your hand between both of his and looks at you, his dark eyes deep and serious. "You don't owe me anything, Y/N," he says quietly. "I came because I was worried. Because I didn't know what was happening, and I was scared for you. It was my choice to come," he says, voice brooking no argument. "I don't believe in exchanging lives. I'm just glad that you were okay, in the end."

That does it. Just like his simple question when you were walking home—Y/N, are you okay? His words release the floodgates and all the tears start falling, the full terror of the moment hitting you like a truck—but he's holding you, cradling you close, and you're curling into him again as you soak his shirt with tears, finding comfort in his voice, in his arms, in the absence of a heartbeat in his broad chest. 

By the time you're cried out, you're exhausted again, but you don't really want to go to sleep just yet. So instead you stay curled up against Taehyun, his arms holding you close, and take in shaky breaths until you feel a little steadier. "Sorry for crying," you mumble, even though you make no effort to pull away. "Your shirt's going to be gross."

"I don't care about the shirt," Taehyun says sharply, though his voice softens when you look up, startled. "Sorry. I just meant that...I can replace the shirt, Y/N." He takes a breath, and you notice he looks a little nervous. "But I can't replace you."

His words strike a chord deep within your heart, bringing a sort of funny feeling to the front of your chest. "Damn right you can't," you try to joke, but it falls a little flat. 

"I'm serious." And then he's pushing you away a little, but only so that you have the space to look him in the eyes. "I'm serious," he repeats, large eyes dark and somber. "You almost died, Y/N. And if you...if you did die..." He swallows. "You know why I agreed to that stupid bet?"

You blink. "...For fun?"

"No. Well, yes." He huffs a little. "Y/N, I wanted an excuse to talk to you more."

A little warmth curls in your chest, spreading slowly outwards to the rest of your body. You don't say anything, though.

"You're a fun person to be around, Y/N," Taehyun says, and he's smiling a little in a way that's more mesmerizing than his golden eyes. "I liked you. I wanted to be around you more, and talk to you more. I'll admit, I was definitely curious about what exactly you were, but I didn't care about that as much as I pretended to." He leans in a little, and you don't flinch away. "I like you a lot, Y/N. And before you have—I don't know, some other near death experience—I wanted to tell you that." The smile slips away. "If you died, I never would have told you. And I would have regretted not telling you for a very long time."

He's looking at you in a way that warms you, even though his hands are cold, even though there's no heartbeat in his chest. So you let the quiet warmth of his gaze spread through your body, let yourself lean into him a little more before you press your lips softly to his. 

Taehyun kisses back firmly but gently, never pushing, never yielding, as steady as his arms holding you against him. You don't kiss for very long, but when you do break away, you're warm all over, and you can't stop smiling even with eyes still sticky from crying. 

"I'll tell you that I absolutely cared about this bet as much as you thought I did," you say, and his laugh only makes you smile more. "But I can't lie, Taehyun, I liked you a lot too. I tried to dislike you on principle. You were so fucking annoying about it," you emphasize, eliciting another lovely laugh from his lips. "But I couldn't, because you were sweet, and kind, and even though you teased me all the time, you were still always there. Even when I almost died."

His eyes on yours, dark and sweet. Like the lamp glowing softly in the corner, gentle and quiet. 

"You may not have a heartbeat, but mine can beat for both of us," you say quietly. "If you'll let it. If you'll let me."

Taehyun kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips. All feather soft, like butterflies lighting on your skin. "Is that answer enough?" he asks.

You smile back in reply and curl back into his chest. Taehyun's arms close around you again, his head coming to rest on top of yours, and there you sit, and breathe. 

One heart beating for two, two breaths sounding as one.

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