#we all love you jjong

[jjxngmoon]

eternally grateful to them for always sharing their memories of jjong, i will cherish the new pics we have always

[speakofshinee]

JONGHYUN - BASE ◆ 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY "Just like my body's stretch marks were a part of my growing pains, we will move on endlessly while enduring the pain, under the belief of my growth and this world's growth. Because the pain creates the room for take-off, I thank you for the "stretch" that pushed me forward. As always, I need you."

[theinfinitedivides]

said a prayer for Jjong today.

[tulsa24]

the moon is so bright where i live right now 🥹

(the tags mention jjong’s passing, please don’t read if it’ll be triggering for you)

[spohkh]

someone was tweeting abt how much taemin has changed since debut like how hes so much more openly affectionate nd confident compared to how timid and shy he used to be and how jonghyun would b so stupid proud of him and i was like hey...... THATS THE THING IM SENSITIVE ABOUT.

[bombuni]

contains: jongho watching you use a dildo lol

minors dni

“Jjoo-ngie…”

Your pathetic, desperate whines are music to Jongho’s ears. It fuels his ego to see you so broken and needy, tear-filled eyes begging for him from where you drag the plastic toy over your slit. It’s disgustingly adorable, he thinks, how cute you look with a cock between your legs.

He’d found you exactly like this when he got home from work, wrecked and sweaty from hours of trying to replicate his touch on yourself. You’d cried and begged for him to finally relieve you and he almost gave in right then and there, but Jongho’s a man with a will made of steel. He’d only taken the purple, flimsy thing from your hands and pushed it gently back into your leaking hole. His mouth had watered at the sight of your mouth dropping open, as if just his presence had now changed everything for you. Your cute pleading eyes set his goal in mind: to enjoy the sight of your desperation. See how far he can get you before his urges take over.

“Just keep fucking yourself, sweetheart. Or is that too much for your tiny brain to understand? Do you need Jjong to do it for you?”

He swallows a moan when you unabashedly shout for him to take over, how sure you are that Jongho will take care of everything for you. He feels his hand twitch.

Your pussy is still wet as if he’d been playing with it for hours, and your chest is filled with waves of emotions, all surrounding the one man who’s eyes remain on you. You’re annoyed with how satisfied he is watching you be pathetic, embarrassed at how desperate you’re acting, but all of that is simply overshadowed by the straight flood of desire in you. Your mind only screams Jongho, Jongho, Jongho.

Your tiny hands shake in frustration with every push you give into yourself, “‘S so- I c-can’t! Jjongie, I can’t, p-please just-“

You’re so cute. So, so cute, and his cock jumps when a tear slips down your cheek. He sighs and moves slowly towards you, like you’re a nuisance, like his gut isn’t on fire right now and his mind is clouded with need. He finally reaches you, leaning down towards you and setting both arms besides your head, trapping you. The sound of your squelching pussy is still heard, and his tummy swirls with your adorably love sick grin.

The way your entire body relaxes once his hand reaches towards your clit makes him giggle, “So cute. You just wanted my attention, didn’t you? You want me to make you cum?”

“Please, Jjongie want it so bad-“

God, how he loves when you beg. He loves how embarrassed you get when he teases you outside of sex, how he’ll remind you of how much of a slut you are for him when you’re being a brat. He loves how you submit yourself to him, how much you enjoy being his plaything. It comforts him to know you trust him this much. But it’s also just really fucking hot how wet you get.

His pointer fingers rub at your clit, gliding easily in circle motions with the help of your slick, “Pretty, pretty girl…”

Jongho’s quiet praises push you off the edge, your entire body writhing as the pleasure takes control of you and makes you twitch in ecstasy. He mumbles more encouraging words that you don’t really hear, but the sound of his voice is just enough to push you through.

There’s a soft, timid thumb caressing your hip when you come to, “Couldn’t wait for me to come home?”

bom note: we are so back. i had to for my freakribos. anyways what r ur thoughts on mutual masturbation san or typical stuck-porn scenario san?

[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

[kiestrokes]

Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby

So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?

SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW

Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut. Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.

Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.

🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Kim Jonghyun We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.

Lee Jinki Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.

Choi Minho MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.

Kim Kibum Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.

Lee Taemin I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[ohmyamor]

6:47pm

You stare with your mouth open wide at the small device clutched in your hands. 

Fingers twitching, you bring the lit-up screen concerningly close to your face, squinting your eyes at the picture at on your phone. 

“Is his hair...purple?” you whisper out loud. 

Not that there was anyone else in the room with you, but still. You weren’t sure if you could believe your eyes.

The sudden ringing sound signaling you were receiving an incoming call startled you out of your trance. Taking a glance at the caller id, you can’t help but snort. 

Speak of the fucking devil. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi sweetheart,” Jongho’s voice rang out through your speaker. 

“You don’t deserve to call me that.” 

You listened as Jongho sputtered, letting out an incomprehensible string of words. 

“Huh?”

“You don’t deserve to call me ‘sweetheart’ after what you did,” you repeated. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something to upset you? Or bother you? I know I haven’t been able to stop by, but you know how it gets when promotions start. I promise you baby, as soon as I get the chance I’ll rush over to your place and we can spend as much time as you want together. I’ll event take you to that cafe you’ve been wanting to try,” Jongho rambles through the line.

A small smile worms its way onto your face. You almost start to feel a little bad about scaring him like that, but another glance at the picture on your phone has you feeling betrayed all over again. 

“Honey? Are you there?” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were going to dye your hair purple,” you pout. 

“I-what?”

“And I had to find out through pictures of your stage today. Seriously, I can’t believe you would do this to me jjong.” 

A laugh of disbelief rings through your speaker. 

“Is that what this is about? You’re pouty because I didn’t show you my hair color?” 

As soon as he finishes speaking, Jongho begins to let out loud laughs that echo throughout your room. 

“Don’t laugh at me! This is serious!” you argue. “I thought I was the love of your life! But you didn’t even tell me you were finally going purple. And when did you even get a chance to do that? We literally video chatted last night and you were at the dorms with the guys.” 

More laughs come from Jongho’s end. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise, especially because I know how much you’ve wanted me to do a fun color with my hair. And for your information, I had to wake up super early today to get it done.” 

You sigh and click your tongue. 

“Just because you look hot with purple hair doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Choi.” 

Jongho hums. 

“I’m willing to deal with the consequences.” He’s quiet for a moment before speaking again. “So, you think I look hot?”

A smile makes it’s way onto your face and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“You’re always hot, but something about the purple...,” you trail off. “Very nice.” 

Jongho lets out a small giggle and you can’t stop the fuzzy feeling that blossoms in your chest hearing him laugh. 

“Well I’m glad you approve. And I can’t wait to show it to you in person. I miss you baby,” Jongho’s voice becomes softer towards the end of his sentence. 

“I miss you too, but you and the guys are doing absolutely amazing this comeback. Seriously, you guys always do freaking amazing, but this comeback you guys are really glowing, so continue to go out there and make me and atiny’s proud,” you cheer him on. 

Although you can’t see him, you know Jongho well enough to imagine the smile that most likely sits on his face from your words. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” 

Distantly, you can hear what sounds like Hongjoong’s voice calling for the boys. 

“I have to go now, but I promise to text you when I get back to the dorms. I love you,” Jongho says. 

“I love you too, jjong. Get some rest.” 

After hanging up the phone, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through Twitter and saving some of your favorite pictures of Jongho. You’re about to get up and begin getting changed when an idea strikes you. 

You send one last text to your boyfriend before going to the bathroom. 

Should I dye my hair purple too? We can match ;)

When you come back, Jongho’s reply makes you laugh. 

Don’t mess with my heart like that baby. 

But if you do, please give me a warning. 

                                         ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

RIBOS HOW ARE WE DOING???

bc im not okay lol I woke up to those pictures and immediately spammed my friends. 

i think he’s genuinely trying to kill me but its okay 

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober 2024 Request Rules

Considering the way the poll is going, and my own excitement and wants, I'm preemptively posting this to give you all ample time to send me some kinktober prompts! Yay! Feel free to send as many as you'd like, but I'd kindly ask you all to be reasonable and follow the rules as listed below. If anyone remembers previous kinktober request rules, they'll be practically the same as before.

I will be accepting prompts until September 17.

Please request one (1) member per ask from the following groups:

SHINee (Excluding Jjong, of course)

EXO (Excluding Jongdae)

ATEEZ

Stray Kids

VIXX

NCT (Excluding Wish and Taeil, for obvious reasons)

TXT

Seventeen

Note: You may request multiple of the same member, but I will probably limit the amount of prompts I do for any one idol to 3.

Please only use a maximum of two (2) kinks per prompt. Kinks that I will accept are listed below.

Daddy/Mommy Kink

Sir/Mistress

Bondage

Asphyxiation

Body Worship

Praise

Possession

Oral Fixation

Face Sitting

Thigh Riding

Sensory Depravation

Blood

Biting/Marking

Overstimulation

Edging/Orgasm Denial

Voyerism/Exhibitionism

King/Queen

Breeding/Creampie

Consensual Predator/Prey

Consensual Somnophilia

Size Kink & Reverse Size Kink

JOI

Cockwarming

Knife Play

Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation

Please feel free to choose from a variety of AUs found below. You may combine multiple AUs together, but I ask for them to be kept reasonable and for people to limit themselves to two (2) AUs per request. Yandere may be combined with any and all AUs, and is the only exception to this rule. If there is an AU not listed below, but you'd like to see, feel free to message me, or shoot me an ask about it and I'll respond as soon as I can!

List of AUs:

Any form of monster you can think of up to and including: Tentacle, Siren, Vampire, Wolf, etc! The more monstrous the better!

Yandere

Royal

Hybrids

Angel/Fallen Angel

Demon

Trickster

Gods/Demigods

I'd love to keep this Kinktober as monstrous as possible, but please feel free to send in prompts for whatever you'd like! Please also remember that there's no guarantee I will do specific prompts that I get, and I reserve the right to pick and choose to write the ones I receive that I have the most inspiration for, and/or are the most intriguing to me. I also reserve the right to make them as long or as short as possible. I'm doing this for fun, so I hope this can be something we all can enjoy to help me get back into the swing of things.

Until then, happy requesting!

[speakofshinee]

[theinfinitedivides]

how many. how many more f*cking people are going to have to die before you understand that you cannot tear someone's f*cking life and career apart like f*cking vultures. you cannot drag their name through the mud like that like you do not have a f*cking conscience.

19 hours. 19 f*cking hours being interrogated over drug use that had already come back negative from the NFS weeks beforehand, 19 f*cking hours based on the testimony of a woman who brought this case to the police in the first place to blackmail him. she is the only evidence they have they built this case entirely around what she told them. he told you, in turn, that he was innocent, had only taken sleeping pills, asked for a polygraph test to be done on the woman and himself to verify who was telling the truth, and i'm not saying that you should have just blindly believed him since that's not your f*cking job but my God you could have given him the chance. all he needed was the f*cking chance.

and the f*cked up thing is now that he's gone it isn't going to change anything, not really. we've been here before. we lost Hara bc of the aftermath of that court case, we lost Sulli bc of the harassment and cyberbullying, we lost Choi Jin Sil all the way back in 2008 bc of the same. there are literal sex offenders and rapists still active getting jobs but we're too concerned about who might be doing drugs. who we can charge with having had a little weed, who we can parade around as a public spectacle, as an example for the justice system, all while your government (and the ones before it) continue to fail to make good on the promises it's made to its citizens. are you satisfied? are you happy with yourselves, that you managed to bring another celebrity down, (allegedly) leaked his private phone calls about his marriage and potential affair, came up with witty comments and names to call him when the case continued to spiral out of control? can you breathe easy now?

i hope none of you sleep well at night. i hope when you close your eyes you see him. i hope you live with the knowledge that he went off the edge of that proverbial cliff bc of you, yes, you, the one hiding behind the keyboard, striking the death blow with your words, reaching for anything you could find for a quick headline in the papers. i hope guilt always follows you, down to the time it is time to go in your grave. i hope it f*cks you over, even then. i hope the 'friend' who told him to just pay the blackmailer—even if what she would tell the police might not be true—bc it would 'ruin his career if it got out' is haunted by the way he paid, and paid, and kept on paying. and i hope that if there is another life, another timeline, just different enough from ours, and he is there, that he will never meet you. that life will be kinder to him, in these years, gentler. that if he chooses to do it all again, with his humble beginnings in theatre, join the industry, get married, have children—that he will not have to make the choice that he did, when it came down to it. that he will see a way out, and take it, that someone will tell him that he needs to hold on, that there will be a 'hwaiting' waiting at the end of the tunnel. i hope that God, or fate, or whoever it is over there, will smile, and smile, and have pity. i hope it will be better. if there is not, then, i hope on this side he will find peace. whatever peace he can find. whatever peace can be afforded him.

they f*cking killed him.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ SHINEE WITH A INSECURE YOUNGER S/O

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!shinee x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! with a big splash of angst!

୨ৎ from myeong: hello! so happy to receive this request especially about my 5 favorite boys! wanted to let everyone know that I will always use ot5 shinee photos but will not be adding jjong for the very obvious reasons! thank you for understanding x

ʚɞ TAEMIN

the first warm tear that fell was quickly wiped by the back of your hand and the phone that had been in your hand for the past hour or so had finally been put down, not wanting to look at it any longer afraid that things would worsen. “what am I going to do..” you spoke to yourself as if that would help the situation you were in. hurrying to the bathroom and checking your face—a sigh left your lips seeing how dreadful you appeared to look. “y/n…? what’s going on?” jumping at the familiar sound of his soft voice, you slowly turned your body to face him with a small smile across your lips. of course you knew he’d be home at any moment but there was just a little bit of hope you were holding onto that he’d be home late like a few nights ago. “nothing! I watched another sad edit..you know how I get.” a chuckle left your lips but taemin knew you more than you thought.

a warm hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you towards his taller frame, forcing you to look up at him with a questionable expression. “you’ve been reading those comments again, haven’t you? what did I tell you, hm? I told you to stop reading those degrading comments!” another tear fell and this time it wasn’t because of the comments..it was because you felt so guilty. promising him that you’d never look at them again and here you were doing what you said wouldn’t ever happen again. “I’m sorry—” but you weren’t able to finish with taemin’s warm hand reaching to cup your face, your eyes meeting his much softer ones. “I love you. you know that, hm? that’s why no matter what the company or fans say.. I’d never let you go. age is just a number after all and the gap isn’t even large enough to be controversial!” his openness about the situation only made you feel better and another chuckle left your lips but this time it was a genuine chuckle. you’d always been so insecure about being younger than him but each day taemin showed you that there was nothing to ever be insecure about.

ʚɞ MINHO

it wasn’t an argument, at least you didn’t think it was one until minho let out a loud sigh that gave off the vibe that he was quite upset with what just happened. he knows how much it’s been bothering you lately and to hear someone ask about your small age gap sent you over the edge, causing a scene in public and leaving you both in a awkward situation before heading back home. as you sat on the couch and played with your fingers not knowing what else to do with yourself in the moment, minho took a seat next to you and placed his large warmer hand on top of your smaller one gripping it as if this was his last time. “I’m sorry I made things so awkward. I don’t understand the issue with our ages, I think we fit well together.. don’t you agree? I’ve always been a bit insecure about it and thought about.. well, breaking up with you but.. I just love you too much.” you stared at his large hand that was on top of yours and gently intertwined your fingers together, slowly turning your head to look at him.

minho didn’t say a word but stared at you instead which only made you feel more flustered and small under his sharp gaze. slowly leaning in to place a gentle and reassuring kiss to your temple before moving down and pressing another to your cheek and finally one to your lips. it wasn’t anything but a genuine, loving, and very intimate kiss. “you may be younger than I am but I’ll never let that get in the way of what we have going on for us. you’re perfect in every aspect, I promise.” and he pulled you into the warmest hug yet.

ʚɞ ONEW

“I think we should break up.” the sound of glass could be heard breaking against the hardwood floor in the kitchen. although you wanted to look and make sure that onew was okay.. you didn’t. this wasn’t the time to do such a thing, not during a conversation like this. his footsteps were loud and the familiar scent of his sweet cologne filled your nostrils but you still refused to look up at him. onew was obviously confused on why you would say such a thing and so suddenly! he thought he made you the happiest girl in the world. “we’ve gotten too much negative attention because of our age gap.” you tried so hard to keep your cool but it was becoming impossible to do so, especially when the man you adored the most was standing in front of you; hurt.

“this is bullshit! why would you let such a thing get to you, huh? I won’t let such stupid minded people do this to you! to..us. this relationship is far more important than what random people have to say about it.” you’ve never seen him so on edge before. his eyes were red and puffy and his voice shook as he spoke each word. you knew he was right and a breakup was never something you wanted but it had gotten hard with the insecurity you had. you started believing in what people around you were saying and it had only made things worse. without speaking another word he pulled you into a tight hug, probably the tightest you’ve ever felt from him. slowly but surely your arms wrapped around him and for the time being it felt as if you two were the only human’s on earth.

ʚɞ KEY

“we aren’t doing this again.” you hadn’t said a word to him and he already knew where this was going when he say you shut the laptop that had been placed on your lap for the past few hours, going through all of the comments underneath key’s recent post. all of them were about you and why he chose to date someone that was younger than he was. to him? it was odd and super annoying. he’d already mentioned that it didn’t bother him and he fell for you because of how you are as a person. age wasn’t at the top of his list and he was going to pursue a relationship with you no matter what. “you’ve already been insecure before and I thought I showed you that it wouldn’t and shouldn’t happen again, what happened to that?” he wasn’t understanding your point of view when it came to this and you weren’t going to blame him for that.

“sometimes it gets so hard especially when I think you could find someone better around your age–” of course he wasn’t going to let you finish such a degrading sentence. the look he gave you was what made you stop talking and you slowly sat up from your spot on the bed, bottom lip quivering. “I’m with you for a reason, hm? wanna know the reason? it’s because I fell for you. not anyone else. it’s going to stay that way and if I have to come forward with a love letter to you in front of all the millions that follow me then I will.” he always knew how to make your heart skip a beat in the best way possible. would the insecurities stop right away? maybe not but with the help of his words and love for you then maybe one day it’ll finally stop.

[yourfatherlucifer]

Mafia Ateez Reacts to You Coming Home Hurt (Pt 2)

Mafia!Poly!Ot8!Ateez x afab!reader

Summary: this is a continuation of the first part, Ateez members comfort you at home, after your hospital visit.

Warnings: fluff, crack, bad fanfic, I think that’s all.

Honestly don’t know where I was going with this. Trying to include the members I didn’t have in the last one.

Part 1

-

“Sooooo, we found the people who mugged you-“

“WHY! Didn’t I say not to bother with it! Ugh, you guys never listen!”

“Y/N..come on, we’re just trying to protect you.”

“Yeah well, I’m getting tired of it, Jongho.” I groaned and crossed my arms.

Yeosang was staring at the floor like a sad puppy who had just been scolded. I kind of felt bad, but at the same time I didn’t. These boys never listen to my wishes.

I mean, I should’ve known getting into a relationship with 8 mafia men would include this.

Seonghwa pushed open my bedroom door, I couldn’t read his emotions, “Stop yelling at them, love. We love you. We care about you too.”

As he sat next to me on my bed, he pulled me into his arms.

“You’re our little utopia, Y/N, we can’t allow anything to happen to you, nor let anyone get away with harming you.”

I sighed, this overprotective aura from them was suffocating. Maybe if I just slip away to Yunho’s room.

-

I ran into the tallest males room, “Yunho, save me!”

Yunho looked away from his computer, setting down his controller, “huh?”

I could hear two pairs of footsteps running down the hall, so I jumped into his arms, “They’re being suffocating!”

His chair rolled back harshly from the sudden action.

“What is going on?” Yunho had wrapped his arms around me as I straddled his lap.

The door burst open just as he asked that.

“Yunho! Give her up!” Jongho shouted while pointing at me.

“No! I’m not going back to my room! You guys are doing too much!” I buried my face into Yunho’s neck.

Seonghwa sighed, “Alright. That’s it. I’m getting Hongjoong.”

I tensed up at the mention of his name. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Seonghwa smirked at me before opening his mouth, “HON-“

I scrambled over to him to shut his mouth, clamping a hand over it.

“Okay okay! I’ll go back to my room! You’re such a jerk, Hwa.”

-

I sat on my bed pouting with my arms crossed, Jongho and Yeosang staring at me.

“Why do I have to even be in my room?”

“Because, soon the rest of us have to roll out to get the people who hurt you. We need you to stay here and not leave the room, we know the whole mansion is safe. But we don’t need you distracting the others as they get ready.”

“What about Wooyoung? I haven’t seen him?”

“Wooyoung is busy, hon. I’m sorry. Remember he’s visiting his family?” Jongho mentioned.

“Oh.”

-

“Uh- well I see you guys clearly had fun torturing them.”

All seven men stopped in their tracks, frozen in place.

“Heh..”

Each one of them at least had a little blood on them.

“Didn’t I say to stay in your roo-“

“Shut up, Jjong.”

[yuyusuyu]

blurred lines and lies — kang yeosang, it was you in the beginning and it's you in the end

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. crying, small displays of affection. if there's anything i should add, let me know!

wc. 2.1 k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

“hey, choi jongho! stop fooling around, you punk!” YOU chide the older man that keeps taking long strides past the dining table where you’re currently sat, clicking away with your mouse. jongho merely laughs in response.

“you need to loosen up,” he says, shaking his head. “moonhee says that you need a break because you’re driving yourself crazy.”

“oh, moonhee,” you coo, “she’s such a sweet girl. unfortunately, as much as she's in the right, i can’t take a break. everything needs to be perfect for the opening.”

jongho opens his mouth to comment on something, but you interrupt him, glancing at him. “how is moonhee, by the way?”

“she’s doing great! she just got a promotion,” he gushes, smiling widely. “and last week we went over to busan for our second anniversary. you should head over there sometime: it’s really healing.”

you snort. “you are so in love, jongho. i’m happy for you.”

“thank you,” he says. he takes a seat next to you and wiggles his eyebrows, making you blink in confusion. “so… what’s going on with you and yeosang?”

you turn to look back at your laptop’s screen, feeling embarrassed. clearing your throat, you answer, “he’s been doing well. he also just got a promotion, so we haven’t spoken much because he’s been busy with that and… well, the time difference is also a pain.”

“so that means you two aren’t going to date yet?”

“choi jongho!” you whine, grabbing the nearest item, which happens to be a roll of paper towels, and fling it towards him.

jongho laughs loudly, catching said item before it can even hit him. he places it down on the center of the dining table, leaning towards you. “i’m being serious, though. it’s been five years and you two still haven’t gotten together?”

“he’s busy,” huffing through your nose, you continue to click away. “and i’m busy, too. the timing… it just isn’t right… you need to leave, by the way! wouldn’t want you getting late to your game night ritual with moonhee.”

“right,” jongho stands up, patting your shoulder. “i’m just looking out for you, you know. i don’t want you getting hurt because of him.”

“i’m a big girl now, jjongs. i know what i’m doing.”

he hums. “i would hope so. i’ll see you later, then.”

after fetching his things, jongho leaves you alone in your apartment. you’re doing some finishing touches to the document you’ve been working on when your phone rings. fishing it out from your pocket, you beam at the caller id and accept the video call. yeosang’s face appears on the screen, his tired expression brightening when his eyes land on you.

“yn!” he grins, looking around him quickly. it’s very noisy on his end of the call, and you assume he’s looking for a quiet place to talk to you. “wait, give me a second.” you watch as he walks around, bowing his head occasionally until he lets out a breath of relief.

“okay,” he nods. “now we can talk. how have you been?”

“busy,” you chuckle, “but good. and you?”

he repeats your answer, making you giggle. “i hope you’re not overworking yourself now that you got that promotion you’ve been working so hard for, yeo.”

yeosang smiles, nodding. “don’t worry, i’m not. i’ve accomplished my goal, so now i can rest easy. well… i’ve almost accomplished everything,” he pauses, pouting slightly. “there’s just one more thing i have to do.”

“oh?” with your interest piqued, you tilt your head to the side, a teasing grin on your lips. “and what could that be?”

he shakes his head, laughing. “it’s a surprise. i—” an announcement interrupts him, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“yeosang, what was—”

“i have to go,” he says quickly, “i’ll see you later, okay? take care for me, yn.”

“oh? wait, yeo—”

the call ends. you repeatedly blink down at your phone until another call comes in. you rush to answer it, the caller being your assistant, and walk into one of your rooms. you soon forget about that odd call with yeosang, focused on the opening of your studio set in two days instead.

you’ll just ask him later the next time he calls you.

you fight the urge to wipe your hands on your beige dress, and instead readjust the black coat hanging on your shoulders. your assistant hands over a pair of silver scissors, and you thank her quietly and turn back to face the people who were invited to the opening of your photography studio. you smile at them, seeing a few familiar faces like some of your clients and colleagues from your old job, seeing jongho and moonhee beaming at you and flashing you a thumbs up. it’s a small group of people, but they’re all important to you because they motivated you to follow your dreams of opening up your own photography studio. you turn around and open the scissors, snipping through the red ribbon and watching the satin flutter to the ground.

and then you hear clapping accompanied by the loud beating of your heart. you thank everyone as they take turns to come up to you and hug and congratulate you before looking around at some of your photos that hang on the walls. your lips hurt from how hard you’ve been smiling when it’s jongho's and moonhee's turn. moonhee hugs you while jongho stands behind her, hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“look at you!” moonhee says, pulling back. “you look so pretty, yn!”

“speak for yourself, moonhee,” you giggle. “you look like an angel!”

“oh, stop it,” she flushes in embarrassment and takes a step back into jongho’s side. his arm instinctively wraps around her wait and you tease him, laughing loudly when his face is a bright pink color.

“thank you two for coming,” you hold both of their hands, slightly shaking them. “it means the world to me.”

“you're our best friend,” jongho says. “we wouldn’t miss it for the world, yn.”

with one last hug from each, jongho and moonhee head to mingle with the other guests. you exhale slowly, ready to join them when you stop.

“hi.”

“you… how are you here?” you stare with wide eyes at yeosang, who stands right in front of the entrance to the studio. he’s wearing a white turtleneck paired with black slacks and a black long coat, and he holds a stupidly large bouquet of flowers. “i thought… wait, were you at the airport when you called me?”

he smiles nervously, nodding. “i was… surprise?”

you stutter, feeling overwhelmed by yeosang’s sudden appearance. you stop talking when he walks until he stands in front of you, your breath getting caught in the back of your throat.

“my promotion,” yeosang’s eyes trail all over your face, and one of his hands comes up to gently caress your cheek. you subconsciously lean into his touch, still staring at him. “do you want to know why i worked so hard for it?”

you slowly nod.

“whoever got the promotion would get transferred to the main office here in london. i… i came here because of work—wait, no, that’s wrong, sorry.” you bite the inside of your cheek, amused at how yeosang stutters now, the hand holding your cheek slightly trembling. “i mean, at first it was for work but… i really came here for you. i just… i really hate not being with you, it’s the worst feeling ever. it’s like i can’t breath and i don’t know what to do and—”

“you’re rambling, yeo,” you lift your hand and brush away a few strands of his black hair from his forehead. “how are you… even here? at my studio?”

his neck feels hot from how you’re looking at him with such a lovesick look in your eyes. yeosang takes a deep breath. “you mentioned it once,” he whispers. “back when you first started remodeling the building. you also mentioned that the opening would be tonight not too long ago.”

yeosang looks away from you and at the flowers. “i also promised i’d be there for you no matter what,” he shakes the bouquet slightly, still refusing to look at you. “i’ve missed so many important events in your life for so long… and i hurt you.”

you cup his cheeks when he sniffles, gently turning his head so he could look at you. “yeo, it’s in the past. you’re here now, aren’t you?”

he shakes his head, frowning. “i don’t… i don’t have the right to love you after everything that i put you through.”

your own hands start to tremble in shock. he loves you?

kang yeosang loves you?

“and i’m angry with myself,” yeosang continues, furrowing his brows. “i was so blind to how you felt and blind to my own feelings as well.”

“as well?” you repeat, your voice quiet.

“it was always you,” yeosang says in a hushed voice, barely audible but you hear it loud and clear. it rings in your ears and makes your chest feel warm. “and it will always be you.”

you’re the one that starts crying this time, and yeosang wipes away your tears gently with the hand that still holds your cheek. “you’re the one i wanted back then, the one i want now and tomorrow, forever and always.” his hand falls from your face to hold onto your own that holds his face. “i always think about you.”

“you do?” you ask in between sniffles.

yeosang nods. “always. when we were apart, i missed you. it just feels weird not being next to you all the time… i honestly think i have some separation anxiety when it comes to you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle. “everytime i thought about you, my chest would hurt because i missed you so much.”

your laugh takes him by surprise, and yeosang feels like heart might just jump out from his chest when you suddenly hug him. thankfully, he reacted fast enough to move the bouquet out of the way as he wrapped his arms around your waist as best as he could.

he drops his head onto your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into your skin. “i’m so angry that i love you because you deserve better than whatever mess i am.”

“but there’s no one better than you, yeosang,” you say, your arms holding on tighter around him. “my yeosang.”

“i can’t believe it took you three years to propose to her,” you tease, leaning against the wall as you watch jongho pace around the room. he throws you a harsh glare, to which yeosang raises an eyebrow at him.

“did you just glare at my wife, jongho?”

jongho huffs and looks away. “i didn’t.”

yeosang smiles. “mhm, that’s what i thought.” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

you turn your head to look at him. “can you believe that it took jongho three years to propose to moonhee?”

he shakes his head, tilting his head towards jongho and grins. “not at all, my dear wife. it only took me less than a year to propose and get married to you.”

jongho snaps his head over to the two of you when you start laughing. “shut up,” he hisses.

“hey, watch your tone when you speak to my wi—”

the door to the room swings open. you and yeosang flinch, and jongho laughs at the two of you just as san walks in. he points at his cousin. “auntie and uncle want to see you before the ceremony starts.”

after the door clicks shut when san and jongho leave, yeosang steps away from you and holds out his hand. you look at him, huffing through your nose in amusement. “what are you going, yeo?”

“dance with me for a bit,” he shakes his hand, prompting you to take it. yeosang pulls you towards him as soon as you grab his hand, humming a song as you two sway to it. you laugh at him, shaking your head at his antics. yeosang continues to hum, watching your every move.

you pout and look away from him. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“because i love you,” he sings, twirling you around. “you love me too, don’t you?”

“i do,” you respond, coming to a stop and laughing again when yeosang frowns.

“say it the right way, yn.”

“say what the right way, yeo?” you tease, pinching his cheeks.

he only repeats himself, his hands resting on you waist. he steps close to you and presses his forehead against yours. you kiss the corner of his lips, “i love you, yeo. always and forever.”

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

[bombuni]

contains: jongho x reader, comfort, implied depressed!chronically ill!reader

Jongho’s pace quickens as he reaches your familiar hallway. His feet seem to know the way by now, as his mind is completely locked onto you and not where he’s walking. Still he finds himself in front of your sweet, perfectly ‘you’ welcome mat. His muscle memory follows what he’s done a hundred times, taking the keys you’d given him months ago and unlocking your front door.

It’s oddly silent inside your apartment. Usually it’s filled with your energy, which seems to infiltrate everything you come into contact with. Including Jongho. He walks further in, knocking on the door of your bedroom. He sees a bundle of blankets sat in the middle of your bed and he figures it’s you sulking. Imagining your body smothered by all the fabric makes him smile.

Jongho slides onto your sheets next to you, trying to bring his arm around the pounds of fabric surrounding you, “Hey,”

He feels you shift and finally your head pops out of the makeshift cocoon. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re still in your pajamas. There’s a pang in Jongho’s heart that always seems to hit when he’s with you. It’s familiar, and he knows it’s that same urge he has to make sure you never have to lift another pretty finger again. It’s not possible to bend the laws of everything, but he thinks if he tries hard enough, he can cater the world to your every need. He’ll try.

You plop your head onto his shoulder, “Hey,”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo, “Bad day?”

You look up at him with the saddest eyes and he can’t help but coo at you, “Jjong, I haven’t even gotten out of bed today,”

He hums, “Mmm, s’okay, I only got dressed to see you,”

He turns to look at you when he hears you laugh, hoping to catch a glance of the smile he sees in even in his dreams. You raise your arm to let him into your cocoon and he scoots in, moving you so you’re comfortably in his lap. He wraps the blankets back around the two of you, letting you curl in and forget about everything else.

“But I’m like this all the time,” you mutter after a beat of silence, “Doesn’t it suck we have to live for like 80 more years?”

He knows that it does and will continue to ‘suck’ for you. What with needing constant medications just to function, and he’s seen how ‘low’ your ‘lows’ can get. But, he likes to remind you that he’s always been the one to bring you back up. He’s handed you every brick you’ve used to build yourself.

“No,” Jongho thinks for a moment, “‘Cause I get more time to take care of you.”

You turn to look at him with a cheeky smile, ready to tease him but he shuts you up with a roll of his eyes, “Be quiet.”

You lean into him, giggling as he pretends to smother you in his arms, “I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Jongho grumbles something about ‘ruining his reputation’ but you can’t really hear over the sound of your laughter. His hoodie smells like cinnamon and his perfect brown hair falls into your eyes. It’s a nice day, but you’ll spend it inside with your boyfriend.

bom note: i love how i JUST said i wasn’t going to post .. im not sorry bc there is a criminal lack of jongho fics in this world and he’s literally my tiny squishy bear