#xh ode

[gunilslaugh]

hiiya can i req for a purely pure fluff for ot6 like it can be they are just cuddling and pecking each other until one gets shy or sumtg liek tyat i feel veri fluffy suddenly tsk tsk

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Summary: Where kisses and cuddles end in blushing cheeks. (idol/non-idol au)

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photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

It was some hour in the late night. Gunil had you trapped in his loving embrace, but there is not any place you would rather be. His soft, warm lips left continuous pecks across your face. That made the butterflies in your stomach erupted in a fit of giggles. 

“Don’t you want to sleep?” you questioned, catching Gunil’s face in between your hands. “You’ve had a long day,” you commented. You left a kiss on his forehead.

“Exactly, I’ve had a long day, so all I want to do is be here with you. Like this.” He goes back to pressing kisses on your face. His words make a heat creep onto your cheeks. Once more you capture his face in your hands. 

“Still it’s late, you need sleep.” You're glad the darkness of the room is enough to hide your burning cheeks. 

“Five more minutes,” Gunil says. He kisses your nose. 

“Gunil-” you started.

“Just five more minutes. Then we’ll go to sleep I promise,” he whispered against your cheek, lips ghosting across your skin. The sensation makes your cheeks darken even more. 

“Five minutes…that’s it,” you mumbled. You can feel Gunil smile against your skin. 

“You’re so cute.” He presses more kisses against your cheek.

Jungsu

Jungsu was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. You walked up to him and plopped yourself into his lap. You linked your hands together behind his neck. His hands naturally went to hold your waist, abandoning his phone in the process. 

“Do you need something?” he asked you sweetly. You smiled before leaning in to peck his lips. You pull away so see Jungsu’s lips now wearing a matching smile. You leaned back in, now littering kisses all over his face. Jungsu’s arms move to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“This is what I want,” you spoke in between kisses. At the end of your sentence you pull away to look at Jungsu. His face is flushed. He leans forward to hide his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You can’t do this all of the sudden,” he whined into your neck. You’re about to tease him for being cute, but then you feel his lips pressing innocently against your neck. His lips move upward till his lips meet your cheek. “But I want it too” he whispered in your ear before going back to hiding bashfully in your neck.

Gaon/Jiseok

Ever since Jiseok got back he has been pressing kisses to any part of you he could reach. Currently he is spooning you. His arms locked tight around your stomach preventing you from leaving. His lips danced across the skin of your shoulders and upper back.

“What’s gotten into you?” You managed to turn around in his hold to face him. “Why are you so kiss crazy?” You brought a hand up to stroke his face. Jiseok captured your hand in his and turned his head to kiss your palm. The action made a shade of pink dust over your cheeks.

“I really missed you today, so I only want to hug and kiss you now.” To prove his point even more he pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You can’t help but smile against his lips. He presses a couple more kisses to your lips before moving to cover the rest of your face, not missing a single spot. 

“Isn’t this a bit much?” you laughed. 

“Never too much.” He continued to kiss you and your reddened cheeks. He has no intentions of stopping anytime soon and even when he does stop kissing you he definitely isn’t letting you go.

O.de/Seungmin

Your attempt to get out of bed was proving to be nothing but futile. Seungmin kept pulling you back to him any time you tried to go.

“Stop trying to leave, just stay here,” he grumbled. He trapped you, slinging his leg over yours. He moved his head to rest against your chest. 

“It’s the morning we should get up now,” you state. Seungmin shakes his head. 

“No. We have nothing to do today anyway. Let’s just stay like this.” He placed a kiss onto your collar bone. This was a side of Seungmin you didn’t see too often. His kisses to your collar bone soon became repetitive and started to travel. They went up your neck and onto your face. 

“It tickles,” you giggled, lightly shoving him away. Like your attempt to get out of bed, your shove was futile.

“So what? I’m showing you my love.” His kisses press firmer against your skin. “Don’t you like it?” His words had you blushing a bright shade of pink.

“It’s not that I don’t like it but…” Your words trailed off and Seungmin pulled away enough to look at you. 

“Ah it makes you shy?” he teased you, nuzzling his nose against you. 

“Be quiet,” you say. Seungmin laughs lightly going back to showering you in kisses.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun really liked days that ended with you in each other's arms. It helped him feel relaxed. This night was a little different though. Yes, you were both embraced in one another's arms, however you were also doing something a little extra. You were peppering Hyeongjun in kisses. It started out with you leaving delicate kisses to his fingers. Then your lips traveled their way up his arm and to his face. 

“What are you doing?” Hyeongjun asked shyly. You temporarily stopped kissing him. 

“Kissing you. Isn’t it obvious?” You pressed a kiss to either of his cheeks. You hear him giggle. 

“I mean why?” he questioned turning his head away, which only led to you littering kisses on his neck and him blushing a deep red.

“Cause I love you,” you tell him. 

“I love you too,” he tells you back. He even takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and leaving a kiss across your knuckles. His action warms your heart and just like that you’re back to pecking to his warm skin. Hyeongjun keeps his hold of your hand, letting you know that even if he’s shy by your bold actions he still likes it.

Jooyeon

What first started out as Jooyeon pecking your cheek and you pecking his back somehow turned into you two continually exchanging kisses on each other's faces while cuddling face to face. Laughter escaped from either of you as your kisses became more and more playful. However Jooyeon catches you off guard when instead of placing another playful peck somewhere on your face he instead gives you a lengthy kiss to the lips. You feel your cheeks burn as he pulls away. 

“Aye why are you so red? Do my kisses really affect you that much?” He poked your red cheeks with his fingers. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to do that,” you murmured. 

“Do what? This?” He leaned back in to give you another kiss. 

“Yeah, that…” Jooyeon laughed and returned to placing playful kisses all over your face.

“Well you know I can’t stay away from your lips for too long. They look lonely,” he says. He presses multiple light pecks to your lips. 

“Well yours look lonely too.” You retaliated, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. Both of you part with dopey smiles on your faces and happy giggles leaving you mouths. 

Taglist: @purplelady85 @odesonnets @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver

[boy-comics]

RENT-FREE

── .✦ pairing; ♭form!o.de x gn!reader

── .✦ summary; chance leads you to oh seungmin. something else leads to you stay.

── .✦ word count; ~4.7k

── .✦ tags; swearing, mentioned family issues, discussions of death, fluff, hurt/comfort, romantic tension, roommates to friends to lovers(??), seungmom™, takes place in the "real" world

── .✦ a/n; ahahaha (lying in a ditch)

After graduating, getting a job, moving out, and doing all the other things one needs to do to be considered a real adult, you realize something: pride, that bright, delicate thing that you've clung to all these years, means very, very little.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"It's just until I find another apartment. I won't even argue with him anymore, Mama—"

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you should know why I can't trust you to do that."

You stare at your phone screen, the call time climbing up ever slowly. Your mother continues talking, her voice tinny through the speaker, trying to soothe your irritation without giving in, but you can feel your thoughts growing pricklier and pricklier with each reasoning.

Just kick him out for a little while, you want to yell at her, don't you care about your own kid having a roof over their head? Why choose that deadbeat over me?

"So what am I supposed to do, then, Mama? My roommate's gone and I can't pay rent all on my own. I don't know what to do."

"I don't know either. I'll ask around and see if anyone can help you out. But this is adulthood, honey; things like this happen, and you just need to figure out what to do."

If you could afford it, you'd throw your phone against the wall.

"… I know. Thanks, Mama. Talk to you later."

"Make sure to eat, honey."

Pressing the end call button, you drop your phone on your bed and scream into your pillow.

—

What you end up doing, all by yourself, is break your lease early and shoulder the penalty fees. Then you pack up what little belongings you have and camp out at an old classmate's place (just until your next paycheck at the most, you had promised), and work and search for apartments and search for roommates and sleep and eat and work again.

Your mother calls just as you're looking up motel prices. You don't want to pick up, but again, pride means very, very little.

"Hi, Mama."

"Hi. Are you still looking for a place?"

"Yep."

"Okay, good. I was talking to Oh Seungmin's mother. You remember him, don't you? You went to the same high school. He was on the basketball team."

Your brow furrows. "Oh Seungmin?"

"So you do remember him."

"… Yes."

You're sure he doesn't remember you, though. Oh Seungmin had always belonged to a different crowd than yours, a really different crowd, even if you did walk to and from the same neighborhood together for a brief time. If your mother is suggesting what you think she's suggesting, you must be thinking wrong, somehow.

"He lives somewhere near where you work. His mother talked to him, and he's willing to let you stay with him until you find something more permanent."

You blink.

"Honey? What do you think?"

"I—uh." Your cursor continues to hover over the room price typed in bold on your laptop, and as you absorb what has just been offered, it drifts down to the corner of the screen. "How much would I need to pay?"

"Ah. I forgot to ask. She gave me his number to give to you just in case, though, so just ask him. It's—"

You type down the number and save it, praying to whatever lives upstairs that this isn't the beginning of some awful cosmic joke.

—

You move into Oh Seungmin's place on a late Sunday morning in May.

"Do you need help unpacking?"

"No, it's okay." You gesture vaguely at your suitcase, backpack, and laundry basket of bed things. "This is it."

Seungmin nods, his eyes flitting between the three things containing your entire life. There is a smile on his face, small and polite but awkward, like he's entertaining a surprise guest despite having expected you for the past three days. "Oh, okay. Cool."

You smile back, just as awkward. This Seungmin is slightly different from what you remember. High school Seungmin was more outgoing, a star athlete and the dream of every girl in your class. In this small apartment in the shadier part of the city, he seems more subdued, a little lonelier around the edges. Or maybe that's only because it's you.

He is still absurdly good-looking, though.

"I didn't know if you were okay with the couch or a futon mattress, so both are out. I have extra pillows if you need them … you don't have a closet, so we could buy a foldable one or something and put it in the corner if you want."

"I'm okay with the futon mattress. And it's fine—I'll just keep things in my suitcase. I won’t be in your hair for long, anyway."

"All right." His fingers tap an oddly controlled rhythm along the side of his thigh—not that you were already looking, you just catch the movement at the edge of your vision—and then he clears his throat. "Well, I'll let you get your stuff unpacked. I made some curry rice so we can eat afterwards. Hopefully you'll like it. I think you told me it was your favorite, once, a long time ago."

Some of the ice on your tongue melts.

"It still is."

His smile cracks open a bit wider, a bit more genuinely. "Really? Nice. I'll get everything set up, then."

"I'll be quick."

The living room and the kitchen are squeezed together with no divider, so you are graced with the ambiance of clinking ceramic bowls and silverware while you set your things out to organize them. The faint smell of curry and rice that you had detected when you had first stepped foot into this home intensifies with the sound of the microwave running.

Eating lunch with Oh Seungmin is a simple affair that grows more comfortable with time. You go over the house rules and contributions again, and it's funny, you find, the way the two of you agree on things so easily despite not having talked in years. Then again, it is only the first day.

"There is one thing, though," Seungmin says, taking your plate along with his to rinse them in the sink. "I have a synthesizer and record a lot of music for work. I'll keep my door closed, but if you're here and it bothers you, just tell me. I'll use headphones."

"Oh," you say, surprised. You don't remember Seungmin having a strong interest in music. A synthesizer. That's interesting. "Okay, I'll let you know." A thought hits you and you ask conversationally, "Do you use ♭form at all?"

You don't have an account yourself, having put it off time and time again. Conversation, that's all you had intended. But as soon as you mention ♭form, it's like the shutters close, and Seungmin's tone shifts from open and friendly into something strange and even guarded.

"Sometimes. Just the audience and solo modes, though."

He changes the subject after that. Of course, you still can't help but wonder for the rest of the day, especially when he disappears into his room for the rest of the afternoon, strange and beautiful music trickling out from underneath the door.

—

Seungmin tells you that it's been a while since he's had people stay over, but despite his modesty, you find him to be a wonderful roommate.

"Are you done using the glass cleaner?"

"Yeah, it's in here."

Heading to the bathroom, you spot Seungmin dutifully spraying the shower with cleaner and hold your breath, grabbing the glass cleaner from its place on the floor and stepping back out quickly.

"Did you find it?"

"Yeah, it was right there," you say.

He turns around to check, and you can't help but grin. Standing like that in the bathroom, he almost looks like a harried mom, old baggy shirt tucked into equally worn sweatpants, hair messy, a mask covering the lower half of his face and large yellow gloves covering his hands. When he raises his eyebrows, you snort.

"What?"

"You look like a mom."

"Finish your chores," he says sternly, even waggling his head, and you laugh again before leaving to wipe the windows.

Cleaning day is surprisingly mellow in your temporary home. Seungmin has the bathroom and his bedroom while you take the kitchen and living room, and you're both quite efficient. The initial awkwardness at the beginning has eased significantly over the past week, and if you were feeling optimistic, you'd say that the two of you are friendlier now than you were as students—even if he does spend a lot of time in his room.

"Hey, you wanna do something after this?" Seungmin calls out. You hear the shower turn on, followed by the sound of water splashing over the walls.

"Like what?"

"We could shoot some hoops."

"Ha-ha, that's funny."

"Well, now we have to go shoot some hoops." You make a face, and even though he can't see it, Seungmin tacks on, "I'll buy you garlic cheese bread after."

"How many?"

"One plus one more for each basket you make."

Well. That's an offer you can't refuse. "Deal."

"Okay. After I clean the toilet, I'm gonna shower and then we can head out."

You finish vacuuming and mopping the floors by the time he comes out of the bathroom, hair toweled to a curly dampness and no longer smelling like bleach. He looks like a young, fashionable man again, and you think that it might have been a little easier to talk to him when he was masked up and rubber-gloved.

"Ready?"

"I'll still get one free garlic cheese bread even if I miss all the shots, right?"

"Yes, but you can't be that bad at basketball."

"Try me."

There's a basketball court about ten minutes away from the apartment complex that Seungmin frequents. There's another one that's closer, newer, but upon passing by and asking about it, you're told that he avoids that court because it's too popular.

"Isn't it better to play with a group of people?" you question.

He shrugs, head turning away from you. "I just like to do my own thing when I'm here."

(It strikes you as a bit odd, but you keep that thought to yourself.)

"We're here." Seungmin dribbles the ball for a few seconds, then passes it to you. "You remember some stuff from gym class, don't you?"

"I mean, yeah, but that doesn't mean I can do it," you retort, passing the ball back. "Why don't you give an example and I copy it?"

Your companion turns and promptly shoots the basketball towards the hoop. It cuts a majestic arc through the air before falling through the hoop with a devastatingly clean swoosh.

You stare as he jogs down to fetch the ball, returning with a self-satisfied grin. "Okay, well, don't expect that kind of technique from me. I'm fine with my one bread."

"No, I'm going to make sure you get at least two. Here." Seungmin comes closer, plopping the basketball into your outstretched palms. "Just dribble it a little and pass it back and forth so you can get the feel for it."

You slowly bounce the ball on the concrete. It's haphazard, coming back up at different angles with no discernible rhythm, but you can actually keep it up for more than ten seconds. Clapping his hands, Seungmin shouts encouragement and gestures for you to pass it to him.

"What were you talking about? You're fine at this." The ball travels between the two of you several times before he points to the hoop. "Try to shoot."

Emboldened, you cradle the basketball in your dominant hand and stare up at the hoop. Aiming at the backboard, you launch it with a quiet grunt.

The ball hits the rim and shoots off to the side.

"... That's okay, that's okay! Try again."

You feel like the kid winning a pity prize at school. It really shouldn't be a big deal, with you being a whole-ass adult and all, but you can't prevent the frustration that roils up anyway as Seungmin tosses the ball back to you.

"I'm just going to miss."

"You won't know unless you try, right?"

When you roll your eyes at his sage-like wisdom, he sighs, circling around to stand behind you.

His arms come around to adjust yours into the right position, and you nearly choke on your own spit.

"Keep your shooting arm close." He taps the inside of your foot with the toe of his shoe. "Feet shoulder width apart, knees bent, 'cause the power comes from your legs. Your other hand is just there to guide. And follow through."

His voice is soft against your ear. You swallow dryly, only daring to breathe again when he steps away.

Oh, no.

"That easy, huh?" you croak, bending your knees.

"If you want it to be."

You shoot the ball. It soars upward—downward—hits the backboard, rolls along the orange rim and falls through the net.

You and Seungmin stare for a moment. Then Seungmin nudges you with his elbow and holds out his fist.

"Yo, yo, yo! Good job, [Y/n]-ssi!"

Your eyes roll again as you bump fists with him, but it's bashful this time, and you hate how exposed it makes you feel. "You're a literal mom and dad rolled into one."

"Does that make you my offspring?"

"Sure would beat being the offspring of my actual parents." You wince as soon as the joke leaves your mouth.

"Oh."

Seungmin blinks, and laughs a bit, but it's so obviously unsure that everything that's been going so right today veers into complete fuckup territory.

You dig your hands into your pockets and scuff your shoes. "... Sorry. Shitty joke."

"Ah, it's fine ..."

And yet, neither of you say anything more.

Shit.

While you rub your arms, hobbling towards the basketball rolling steadily towards the grass, you hear Seungmin follow. The scrape of his shoes against the asphalt peters out as you pick up the ball, and when you turn around, he's regarding you carefully. You find an interest in the words stamped onto the basketball.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"Not really." You spin the ball in your hands. "I mean, it's not like you never knew, and nothing's really changed, and that's why I'm here in the first place. So."

Seungmin nods slightly and hums, scratching his nose.

"I didn't mean to kill the mood."

"No," he says immediately, "don't worry about anything like that. You're good company."

You look at Seungmin. He stares back, and for a brief moment, you remember a boy with the same dark eyes, under a similar sky, sitting with you at the corner of a convenience store after school because you didn't want to go home.

"Oh. Okay."

"You wanna try for a third garlic cheese bread?"

"Nah, you kinda killed the vibe with all that mushy gushy stuff."

Seungmin hisses through his teeth when you punch his shoulder. "Damn."

"Only joking. Can we go now, though? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, sure."

—

In the brief interludes where neither of you have anywhere to be, you and Seungmin inevitably gravitate towards one another. That's what happens when people get along, you guess, though it's been so long that it surprises you when Seungmin actually joins you on the couch with a tub of popcorn.

"That for me?"

"That for us," he corrects as you press play on the laptop and settle back into the cushions. "Is the volume high enough?"

"Oh." You lean forward again. "Now it is."

Seungmin had been neutral at best towards pirating a horror movie from five years ago—he could take them or leave them, depending on the quality—but you had cited its several awards and didn't want to watch it alone, so here he was, ready to pass judgment on your choice.

"Don't scream too loudly," he gibes as the music drops to a low simmer, "or the neighbors will complain."

You scoff, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "I'm right here if you need a shoulder to cry on, Seungmin-ssi."

Thirty minutes into the movie, both of you swallow your words.

You'd taken it as a sign of good taste that multiple reviews had credited Come Into My Head as providing nightmare fuel for weeks, but now you realize that good taste may not be in your best interest. Not when you're shaking like a leaf next to your roommate, who is sitting stiffly, nearly stone-like.

When the killer jumps out, both of you let out a shriek that triggers angry thumping from above.

"Shitshitshit." Another jump scare slashes across the screen, and you leap out of your skin when Seungmin's hand clamps down on your arm. "SHIT."

"Y-You're making my arm numb," you whisper, but you make no move to pry him off, eyes glued to the screen.

"Sorry—"

When the lead actor screams, you can't take it anymore and suffocate Seungmin's arm between your own, smashing your face into his shoulder with a pathetic whimper.

... Unfortunately, said shoulder ends up being so warm and muscular that you sober up from your fear-drunkeness long enough to be overcome with embarrassment.

"Uh." Your action seems to have the same effect on Seungmin, whose grip immediately loosens.

"I'm sorry," you blather, starting to pull away. "I swear I'm not trying to—"

"It's fine," Seungmin interrupts. "I, uh, don't mind if you don't. I'm kind of terrified right now?"

"Me too."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

The corners of his lips quirk upward. If it weren't for the gory, red lighting of the movie illuminating his face, and if you weren't so sure of his opinion on you, you would think that Oh Seungmin was blushing.

Yeah. You lean back until you're pressed against Seungmin once more, arms wrapped around his and shoulder pressing shoulder. His right hand reaches around to squeeze yours with every on-screen death and you can feel each joint of each finger over your own. I'm terrified.

—

It takes two whole weeks before shit hits the fan.

It had been an unexpectedly warm day, so you had decided to impulse buy some ice cream bars on the way back from work. Seungmin would appreciate it, being cooped up in the apartment with his synthesizer. You haven't been able to catch him outside his room for the past day. Maybe you could hang out and talk in the kitchen while you polished off one or two ice cream bars.

Sticking the box of chocolate-coated vanilla in the freezer, you quietly walk over to Seungmin's bedroom and examine the doorknob. There's no Do Not Disturb sign hanging from it, and it's not locked, which you take as the go-ahead to knock.

"Seungmin-ssi, I got ice cream."

You wait. No reply.

Frowning, you press your ear against the door, wondering if he's working on some music, but you don't hear anything. Of course, he could be using headphones for some reason.

"Hello?" You knock and then call for him once more, making sure to be loud. "Hey, I'm coming in."

With that, you enter his room.

Nothing seems out of place. That is, until you see Seungmin hunched over on the edge of his bed, hands trembling and forehead drenched with sweat.

"Seungmin!"

Stumbling over your feet to rush over, you grab ahold of his shoulders and shake him. Seungmin jolts and shivers, then looks up with wide, glazed eyes, and it frightens you so badly you reach up to grab his face. It feels cold.

"Hey. Hey! What happened?!"

He stares up at you, completely vacant, and then he finally blinks. It seems to trigger something because he starts gasping for breath, clutching your wrists as he registers your presence.

"What happened?" you repeat, voice cracking from the volume.

He winces. "I dunno," he rasps, wetting his lips. "I think we ... I think we broke the system?"

The use of we raises a flag in your mind, but considering the present circumstances, you put that aside for now. For all you know, his brain could be fried like an egg and churning out nonsense. "Broke what system?"

He looks down.

You follow his gaze. There is a pair of strange glasses on the floor by his feet. Hesitantly, as if you might get burned, you pick them up.

Upon inspection, you notice '♭form' faintly etched into the frames. There's a button on top of the left hinge, but nothing happens when you press it. Frowning, you press it again, only to curse when something neon red fizzles briefly across the lenses. Then it’s dead once more.

"Oh," you murmur dumbly. You look at him again.

Seungmin's lips press together, eyes still fixed on the glasses, and he swallows. His gaze then moves to you and the emptiness of it slowly ebbs away.

He is silent, despondent, and he takes a moment before he tells you something so sincerely it stuns you.

"That was the only place where I mattered."

And, truthfully, it feels like he's slapped you across the face.

You gape at him, throat suddenly tight, and when he continues to sit without another word, you shut your mouth so violently your jaw tingles.

The strange behavior makes sense now. The brief periods of dullness after leaving his room, the rare but suspicious checking out from conversations, the obsession with music. You had overlooked these things because the moments between them had been some of the best you’ve ever had. They had mattered to you.

Apparently, he had never felt the same way.

"You don't think you matter here?" you say, numb. Your grip tightens around the glasses. "What was the fucking point of all this, then?"

His brow furrows. "… What do you mean?"

It feels like prying open the shell of a living creature, exposing everything that's meant to be kept safely hidden away. You do not know why the living creature is you and not Seungmin. You don't know why Seungmin makes it so damn easy to spill your guts, revealing the self-centered and bitter parts of you that drive everyone else away.

"Do I not matter either?" you ask.

The sound of your own voice, angry and trembling, immediately disgusts you. You bite your tongue and turn away.

"What? Hey, that's not—"

"Nevermind. Forget it."

As you head straight for the door, you have this grand idea in your head that you're going to storm out of the apartment, spend a few hours blowing off some steam, and then return to pack up your stuff and stop adding to Seungmin's misery. But that would require you to be faster than Seungmin, and for his apartment to be large enough to create enough distance between you and him.

Reality unfolds as such: you getting one foot across the doorway, Seungmin grabbing your wrist, and you stopping far too quickly.

"That's not what I meant at all. I'm sorry, I'm just—just let me explain."

"I'm a little too pissed off to listen nicely, Seungmin-ssi."

"That's fine. As long as you believe me." When you look back at him, he squeezes your wrist. "Please stay."

He's pleading. His hand is clammy. And because your pride means so little, and because you have become so horribly attached—you stay.

You let him lead you back into his room to sit on his bed. You stay, and you listen as he starts from the very beginning.

By the time he's done, having explained the train, the fighting, the surreal time loop his band had just broken after what had seemed like days, you are just about ready to break down.

"So you're telling me that you've been wanted by ♭form for the past year?" you say, throat dry, and Seungmin nods. "What would've happened to you here if you died in there?"

"I don't know. All I know is that the pain sticks after I log off."

The pain sticks. Good god. You lean over and hold your head in your hands, feeling nauseous. "Seungmin-ssi, that's not okay. What the fuck."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't think you would be this upset if you found out."

"Of course I would? I live with you? Do you know how traumatizing it would be to come back from work and find out you're brain dead? Like, fuck," you laugh, feeling your lungs constrict, "oh, my god, what if I lost you?"

Seungmin is quiet. Then he says, almost whispering, "Lost me?"

The disbelief in his echo causes you to close your eyes. Everything is coming out now. You can feel them bubbling over, crawling out from between your ribs, thoughts and confessions that you have stuffed down for fear that they would be ridiculed.

He utters your name, the end of it curling upward in bewilderment.

"Seungmin-ssi." You take a deep breath. "You're kind, and caring, and the first person in actual years who I felt actually gave a shit about me. If something happened to you, I ... part of me would probably die too, I think."

It's too hot in his room. Your vision goes blurry, and you feel your nose start to burn. You sniffle. Hands falling into your lap, you dig your nails into the fabric of your uniform pants. You're sweaty and teary and miserably cracked open, and it's hot, and all you can do is sit and wait for his response.

Beside you, Seungmin shifts in place.

Then two arms wrap around you, warmth upon warmth, a cheek resting against the side of your head as he holds you.

"I didn't know you felt that way about me," he breathes. "I'm sorry for being so reckless with myself. I was ... I was wrong."

Your tears start to fall onto his shoulder. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'm here." His hand ghosts up and down your back, the barest of tremors in his fingers. "You matter to me, too. So, so much."

Oh. A sob escapes your lips.

You're so selfish. Selfish for having him comfort you after what he went through in ♭form, selfish for dirtying his shoulder with your tears, selfish for feeling this way about him after so little time.

Selfish for wanting to stay.

You tighten your grip on the back of his shirt. Seungmin hums. He pulls away just slightly to look at your face, and you almost tear up again when he wipes the wetness from your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes glossier than normal.

"I'm sorry," you croak as he does so, reaching up to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "I didn't even check if you were okay. Are you okay?"

He chuckles a bit wetly, hugging you again. "I'm better now. Thanks for asking."

"Do you need water?"

"I'll get some in a few minutes. Don't worry."

"It's hot. I came in to ask if you wanted ice cream. I bought a box from the store."

"Oh, you did?"

Neither of you move, bodies pressed close, intertwined. You are buried in his scent.

"We can have them now," you offer, with effort, "if you want."

"Is that what you want?"

You bite your lower lip. "... If it makes you feel better."

His mouth presses against your temple. Against it, he admits, "It is hot. But ..."

He does not finish that sentence. But you understand, and something blooms, trembling, in your chest.

"Maybe later," you finish drowsily.

Leaning into him further, you hear his soft agreement, his hands stroking down your arms with a surety that had not been present before. He keeps you here, with him, real and breathing, living.

You are not alone. And neither is he.

Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for loving my prideless self. I'm glad we exist here, in this world, together.

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Hi bestieeeee! I had to come and ask how u r doing after iNSTEAD! coming out! Like...gurl....are you alive?!?!??!

OR JUST EXISTING?!

Sorry had to...but honey NO! I'm so not okay...Backless O.de is really trying to get me to swerve from the goth hottie Jooyeon and IM NOT LETTING HIM. I need Jooyeon to mark up my chubby tummy and fat thighs with his back lipstick until its gone so he could munch me!!!! I expect it rough with him confidence boost! But why does the wig stay on-

O.de? I guess I'll make out with him and let me mark his back up...if he hits it...it's rough and cocky!!!

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A Hard Day's Night | XH OT6 Reaction

OT6 | non idol!au (kinda? nothing is implied either way) WC: 3.5k (500-600 per member) Genre: FLUFF Summary: OT6 reactions to you coming home crying Warnings: none I think? light angst but nothing bad... lmk if I missed something! partially proofread! A/N: this made me so soft... wahh :<< thank u anonie for the req!

GUNIL 

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw. 

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly. 

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you. 

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks. 

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly. 

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly. 

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner. 

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse. 

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point. 

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way. 

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him. 

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. 

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple. 

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong. 

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently. 

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes. 

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure. 

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home. 

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. 

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you. 

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do. 

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief. 

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in. 

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side. 

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed. 

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words. 

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand. 

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure. 

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”. 

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately. 

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care. 

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day. 

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some. 

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love. 

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt. 

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug. 

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small. 

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it. 

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, wanna go lay down and blame all the bad things that happened today on things that have nothing to do with them?” He asked, tilting his head toward the bedroom. You nodded. It was hard to resist his playful way of cheering you up, especially when you knew it was genuine love.

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Hii. Can you write ot6 early morning moments? I just thought it would be soooo cute to read. 🤍

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Hii 🦭! Thank you for requesting :) Your right this was a cute idea.

OT6  ^ ~ ^ Summary: Early morning moments with Xdinary Heroes. (idol/non-idol au) WC:974 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owners.

Gunil

Gunil always insists on you using his arm or chest as a pillow. Some mornings that means waking up with a dead arm. However even if his arm is painfully numb he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. Instead he lies there admiring you, gently brushing your tousled hair out of your face. He doesn’t even care if you left a bit of drool on his arm. 

When you finally do wake up he smiles at you with pure joy wishing you a good morning. He doesn’t even say anything about his dead arm. Only once you sit up does he start to make an effort or return circulation to it. 

“Sorry,” you say, taking over in massaging his arm to help return circulation to it. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked to which you nod with a hum. “That’s all I care about.” He can’t help but fall even more in love with you as you place a tender kiss on his bicep. He thinks that he could be the happiest man alive if he could spend every morning with you. 

Jungsu

Jungsu always feels butterflies in his stomach on the mornings where he wakes up to your arms that have found their way around his waist while the two of you were sleeping. He can feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest pressed against his back. His heart melts when he feels you snuggle closer to him. Jungsu knows that you care deeply for him, but moments like this where even in your unconscious state that you still show affection to him make him feel so secure. He warmly places his hands over yours that’s holding him. 

“You’re awake?” your sleepy voice questioned from behind him. Jungsu rubs his thumbs over your hand. 

“Yeah, how long have you been up?” he asked. 

“Like a minute ago,” you chuckle. A sleepy chuckle erupts from Jungsu’s chest as well. 

Gaon/Jiseok

“The sun is rising,” you point out towards the horizon. You and Jiseok were out on a late night adventure exploring the city. 

“Come on,” Jiseok smiled, taking your hand in his and leading you to the top of a hill that gave you the perfect outlook of the city. The two of you stand hand in hand on the top of the hill watching as the light from the sun starts to filter into the city. Neither of you say anything, simply enjoying the beautiful moment. 

Jiseok can’t help but avert his eyes from the sight of the blossoming city to look at you. Watching as you also get painted in the sun’s light. Both of you would probably regret not sleeping later, however right now, in this enchanting moment that doesn’t matter. You turn your head to the side, catching Jiseok’s gaze and smile at him. 

Yeah, Jiseok wouldn’t trade a moment like this for anything.

O.de/Seungmin

The sun peeking in through the window going directly into his eyes wakes him from his slumber. He realizes that the two of you fell asleep on the couch while having your movie night last night. You’re still peacefully tucked against his chest, hair having fallen over your face. He debates waking you up, so that both of you could move to the bed, but he’s actually quite comfy on the couch and clearly you are too. He makes the decision to carefully readjust, slipping a bit further down the couch, so that the sun is no longer in his eyes. His breath hitches slightly watching you stir in your sleep. Once you comfily settle back down on his chest he lets out that breath he was holding. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head before laying back down and drifting back to sleep. 

Junhan/Heyongjun

Hyeongjun isn’t always the biggest cuddler, but he does like knowing that you’re beside him during the night. Maybe even more than he thinks he does. One early morning you had to go to the bathroom, so you carefully slipped out of bed. Making your way to the bathroom as quietly as possible to not risk waking Hyeongjun. 

When you come back from the bathroom you find Hyeongjun reaching out for you in his sleep. His hand swiping over your side of the bed looking for you. A smile crept onto your face as you slipped back into bed. The second Hyeongjun’s wandering hand found you he could see his body relax. You placed your hand over his that was resting on your stomach. Not missing the smile that spread across Hyeongjun’s lips when you did so. Maybe he is a cuddler, just in smaller ways.

Jooyeon

“Y/n! y/n! Wake up!” You’re jostled awake by Jooyeon shaking your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Jooyeon peering over you. 

“What are you doing? What time is it?” You groggily rub your tired eyes.

“Look how pretty the sunrise is!” he exclaimed, practically pulling you out of bed by your arm and leading you over to your bedroom window. He was right, this sunrise was exceptionally pretty. It was a gorgeous dark reddish-orange hue. “It’s almost as pretty as you,” he comments playfully. You smile, letting out a light laugh and nudge him with his elbow. 

“That compliment won’t get you out of me scolding you for playing video games all night,” you tell him. 

“How did you know?” he asked, surprised. 

“How else would you have been up to see the sunrise?” you remark. He makes a face that shows he knows he has been caught. 

“Still, let’s just enjoy this moment, you can scold me later.” He gives you a back hug, resting his head on your shoulder as the two of you watch the rest of the sunrise together.

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Xdinary Heroes 〈LIVE and FALL〉 mood film

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red handed

pairing: oh seungmin (o.de) x fem reader

word count: 1.5k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, panty swiping, dry humping, swearing, seungmin is just a lil perv

note - this is my first official post!! hope whoever reads this enjoys it! it was mostly self indulgent hah

seungmin couldn’t help it.

it was a mistake but he had gone way too far. 

what started off as innocent panty swiping soon turned into a full blown problem.

poor seungmin couldn’t help it.

the first time it happened, you had invited him over to study at your apartment. you were having such a hard time understanding what your professor was teaching so you begged him to help.

seungmin being the sweetest friend ever, cleared his day just to sleep over and help with your homework.

two hours in and you were already exhausted from all the big numbers and formulas. you had fallen asleep and he decided to get ready for bed. 

seems work and school was taking up most of your time because he noticed you hadn’t done laundry. the load was almost toppling over.

but seungmin is such a nice guy.. 

he figured he’d help you out and throw some of your clothes in the washer. he picked up some clothes and tossed them in, he wasn’t particularly looking at what he was throwing in which caused him to accidentally drop something.

oh god, he thinks. breath hitching as he stares wide eyed at the pretty pink panties that happened to fall right in front of his feet.

the obvious thing would be to just pick it up and move on but seungmin was feeling a bit sneaky and a lot needy.

so this is what you liked to wear? so lacy and cute.. he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. imagining how it would hug your hips, how the string would bury itself deep between your round asscheeks.

and seungmin had good intentions! he wasn’t a bad guy! but he questioned himself as he pocketed the panties deep in his pants.

you wouldn’t miss one measly pair, right?

he swore this would be the only time he ever did this. cross his heart and hope to die. but it happened again.

and again.

he just couldn’t stop his pathetic little sticky fingers from nabbing your prettiest pairs! (and he was stupid to think you didn’t realize what was going on) the next time you were sure he was going to strike, you pretended to fall asleep. you were patiently waiting for him to build the courage to go into your laundry room again.

and he did, but not to steal another pair. he was going to kindly put them back before you missed them too much.

just as he was about to drop them into the hamper, you walked up behind him, arms crossed and trying to hold back your laughter. you found the situation quite amusing.

seungmin, on the other hand, wanted to absolutely perish. he wanted the ground beneath him to open and swallow him whole. he knew he was going to the depths of hell for sure.

“i-i can explain-“ he starts, but you wave him off. what explanation could he possibly give?

“did you use them?” “what? n-no- i-i just-“

you reach over him to grab a pair and inspected them. their scent was so strong, the crotch area had dried up stains.

oh, you absolutely caught him red handed.

“you used these to jerk didn’t you, minnie? you stole my panties to cum on them? i didn’t know you were such a pervert.. these are my favorite pair and i had no idea you stole them..” you sigh

“i-i am so fucking sorry.. if you don’t want to be friends anym-“ 

he was shaking, face completely red but you waved him off.

“i appreciate you putting them back.. just come to bed with me please? it’s late..”

you weren’t mad? seungmin couldn’t believe it.. he was certain you had a target on his head. you were probably going to strangle him in your room or throw him out of your window or-

you found yourself back in your room with seungmin. you sat him down on the edge of your bed as you shook your head at him

“minnie..what you did was so disrespectful.. you left me wondering where my panties were disappearing to.. i thought i was going crazy." you scolded him with your arms crossed

 "i had to go to bed all these nights with nothing underneath.. you are so cruel..” 

seungmin swallowed thickly. the sound of your voice buzzing in his ears. “you- are you.. wearing anything right now?”

poor perverted seungmin.

“is that all that’s on your horny little brain right now?..” you chuckle and playfully grab the tips of you nightgown, pulling it up your thighs and letting it linger just beneath your core.

he didn’t know to react. was this his punishment? oh may god have mercy on him. before he could speak, you had lifted your gown over your tummy. your cute little cunt on display for him. he was salivating at the sight, eyes going wild at your bare skin.

you walked over and straddled him, he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch so he just looked up at you with wide eyes, hands at his side.

“isn’t this what you wanted, seungmin?” you whispered as you finally pulled the gown off completely and tossed it.

he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. he wanted to sink his teeth into your soft skin and bury his head between your legs.

“yes.” he answers curtly 

“this is exactly what i wanted.”

and you smiled at him because this is exactly what you wanted too. it played out perfectly and now you couldn't wait to make a mess of him.

the dragging your cunt on his clothed crotch was enough for him to ascend. your hands on his shoulders as you whined in his ear. his erection screaming for release but he deserved the teasing for what he had done.

he could feel the front of his jeans soaking, your cunt making a mess all over him but he couldn’t complain. the friction hurt but the pleasure was too good for him to ask you to stop. he was so scared he was going to cum in his jeans but he just couldn’t hold back. a groan erupts from him as he shuts his eyes tightly. a proud smile plastered on your face as you let him soil his jeans.

“look at you, minnie.. so needy.. you couldn’t even last long enough to get to the fun part?” you mocked him

“i-i can go again.. i promise.. i can..” his brain so scattered, completely pussy drunk just from a little humping.

you got up from his lap and laid besides him, gesturing him to get rid of his pants urgently. just as much as he needed you, you needed him.

he was quick to strip. he didn’t care if he was messy, didn’t care how his cock continually dribbled precum. all he care about was diving head first into your cunt, spreading your legs as he spat on it.

rubbing his cockhead against your folds and smacking your cute little clit with it a few times. 

“fuck.. gonna fuck you so good.. gonna ruin your pussy.. you want that? tell me you want it.. please..” he was trying so hard to sound strong but he was a weak, weak man for you.

you bit your lip as you nodded eagerly.

and he crumbles when he feels your cunt suck him in. just the tip at first, slowly, he was scared he'd cum prematurely again. pressing in and restraining every fiber of his being from fucking you through the mattress of your bed

"s-shit.. so pretty.. pretty girl.. p-pretty pussy.. g-god.." his eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his head back at the feeling.

he sunk himself deeper, feeling how your cunt stretched out on him. you gripped his biceps tightly as he began to pump himself inside of you. it felt even better than you anticipated. his cock slender yet long, pulsing inside of you as he ruined your pussy.

"minnie.. so deep.. can feel you s-so deep" you purred out. he was hitting your gummy spot consistently, making you see stars

he pressed your thighs against your body as he quickened his pace. his forehead had a slight sheen to it and his muscles flexed with every snap of his hips

a ring of your cream formed around his cock as he slipped in and out rhythmically.  he needed you to milk him, he was dying for you to come undone around his cock.

he began to rub tight figure eights on your clit to help push you the the edge, your back arching at the newfound pressure. curses sputtering from your lips as he fucked you so thoroughly. your vision going white as your cunt clenched tightly and spasmed, having reached your orgasm. he continues to thrust, burying himself deep in your pussy to pour his load in you.

he wanted to make sure he left you nice and full of him, even after he pulled out.

he watched as his cum seeped out of you, squirting a few more drops on your cunt and sighing out. the sight was better than he could ever imagine. 

this was so much better than stealing your panties and fisting his cock to them. 

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thank you for reading my first fic on here!! i was dying for more o.de smut and took matters into my own hands ahsh

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Referring to your tentacle monster!O.de post…

One idea that comes to mind is lab experiment!O.de x scientist!reader perhaps ??? Dont really have much to add I fear 😓

God I'm late answering this but...

I feel this! Captured experiment willing to use Scientist!Reader to escape but falls in love with them and impregnated them instead!

Don't ask me why but tentacles and pussy just go together....I don't make the rules...