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my-rae · 6 years ago

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Pianist-LMD

Where Midam thinks that playing at weddings is boring and annoying, until he went to THAT wedding.

Requested by anon: Can you write a Midam fluff?

↳ Here it is! I hope you like it ksks.

Words: 3k

Genre: crack + fluff

Warnings: Surrealistic, like, wtf. I don’t know how to feel about this??? But I hope y’all enjoy it anyways! Also support Midam on produce x 101, let’s get it!

Feedback is very appreciated!

Midam hates weddings. Getting married is a bit stupid if you ask him, the ceremony was always like in the movies: very cringe-worthy, and, on top of that, it’s a waste of money.

But, somehow, he’s thankful that people want to spend such a big amount of money. If it weren’t like that, he wouldn’t have half of the money he has now. So, every time Raesung, who is his most outgoing friend, tells him he has a wedding to attend and that he has suggested Midam as the piano man, he prepares the typical wedding song, wears his best suits and puts on the biggest fake smile on his face.

All that in order to have enough money to survive college life.

That time it wasn’t different. He had played a few songs to entertain the guests while the soon-to-be married couple were getting ready to walk down the aisle. It was as tedious as always.

The broom was already waiting for the bride when things got interesting.

“The bride is gone!” Somebody shouted.

Midam immediately looked at the owner of the voice, one of the bride’s friends, then at Raesung, who looked as confused as him.

“What are you doing? Look for her!” An old man shouted.

After that, everything became a mess. She was nowhere to be seen, she wasn’t picking up her phone calls either. The broom was crying on his friend’s shoulder.

Somewhere between that mess, Raesung approached Midam.

“You can go, friend, I’ll go to look for her. If she doesn’t pick up my calls, then this isn’t just a joke.” He seemed worried. Midam nodded in understanding and told his friend to call him if everything got better.

He was inside of his car when it happened. He heard the back door of his vehicle being opened and closed. Somebody had got in.

"Come on pianist!" A feminine voice shouted behind him. "We don't have much time, start the car!"

Pressure and fear spread through Midam's body. There could be a murderer on the back seat and he still would have started the car.

"Why did you get in my car?" He shouted, losing his temper as he drove messily.

"I don't know it was the first one I saw." He turned around to see who could have been so desperate to do that. He was astonished.

"Are you crazy? People were looking for you!" He shouted.

"I know! I also know this is stressful, but could you please drive correctly so that we won't die today!" The girl in the white, expensive dress shouted back.

He did as ordered and drove without looking back, ignoring the buzz of his phone, that was sounding more than usual. He stopped at a waste ground far enough from the cottage where the wedding was being held and got out of the car.

"Thank god! I thought I was going to die!"

"You really think it's time to joke?" Midam had ever been so angry. "You've just escaped from your own wedding inside of a stranger's car for fu-"

He stopped when he took a look at his phone. Raesung had called him twenty times in the last half hour and he had a few messages from him as well.

Raesung (6)

"PLEASE don't tell me you scaped with the bride."

"How long have you been dating her Midam for the love of God."

"She was supposed to get married today!"

"She👏was👏supposed👏to👏be👏a👏 married👏girl👏"

"When did you even had the chance to meet her?"

"Please tell me this is a joke."

Midam's head was about to explode.

"This is fantastic." He whispered as he massaged his temple.

"What's wrong?" You decided to ask, afraid of the boy's answer.

"Did anyone see you getting into my car?" He asked, slowly.

"Could be?" You answered.

"Well, now they think you were cheating on the broom with me, and that we escaped together to live our happy love story, what do you think about that?"

You stayed mute.

"I'm so sorry pianist." You finally said. "I had to get away from there somehow, it was driving me crazy."

Midam calmed himself down and looked at you.

"I understand that a wedding is a lot of pressure and stuff bu-"

"It is. Overall when you don't want to get married." You sighed and sat on the floor.

"Why don't you want to get married? Isn't a wedding like, something marvellous?" He followed your example and took a seat by your side.

"Do you think I have the age to get married?" He looked at your face and analysed it.

Actually, you couldn't be much older than him, so he supposed that you were a college student like him. Your hair style and clothes made you look older when your face wasn't like an adult's at all.

"I was getting married only because of my parents." You explained, shortly. "If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn't have gone so far, I would be studying, working, having fun with my friends, not getting married!"

"Did they force you?" He asked, touched by your words.

"No, not at all. But both of us come from wealthy families, so when I showed the tiniest interest in him, they got excited and planned our future. Turns out that he's an ass, the worst creature on earth, a filthy anim-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." He sighed for the fifth time and looked at you. He then understood that it wasn't easy for you." Okay, we have three options: the first one, go back and pretend it was a joke, then you marry that dude and all that jazz. The second one, stay here until everything is fixed. I don't like this option because we are in the middle of nowhere, but they can still find us if they begin to drive. I don't want Raesung to find me-"

"Isn't he like, shorted than you? And younger?" You asked.

"Perfume, as well as poison, comes in small quantities." You snorted and he smiled a little, wondering why is he suddenly so confident." And then the third one, drive back to Seoul before it gets too dark. I like this one. I'll leave you wherever you live, then I'll go to my house and wait for Raesung there. Luckily he'll let me explain before he beats me up."

"Third one it is then." You got into the car and Midam drove again back to his city, so he could finally forget about that surrealistic mess.

"By the way, did you just call Raesung poison?"

"I may or may not have done that. But if he ever asks, I called him perfume too."

Another thing to add to Midam’s “I hate weddings" list is that they are always held far away from where he lives, but nobody pays for his gas. Still, he had always been very careful about that.

But there’s always a first time for anything, right?

“Okay, google maps says that there’s a motel nearby. We go there, we stay the night so we make time and people won’t find us. Then we leave when the car has enough gas and we forget that all of this has happened, deal?" You said while pushing the back of the car to make it move.

"I don't get paid enough for this." Midam whispers to himself.

"I promise I will. I‘ll double the quantity if you want.”

Midam snorted.

“Can you afford that?”

“I was supposed to get married, of course I can.”

He laughed and kept pushing the car. Seoul was still far, his car had no gas and it was getting dark, there was no other choice. He was about to lose his mind, yet you remain unbothered.

Ever since you got in the car, your facial expression hadn’t changed, he supposed you were happy about running away from that hell, but still you looked way too calmed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked you, carefully.

“Sure, shoot.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” He didn’t know why he asked, he wasn’t the type to get into someone else‘s business, he always respected everyone’s privacy.

You stoped pushing the car for a second, but you didn’t dare to look at him.

“The motel can’t be that far away, let’s hurry up, I want to sleep.” And from there you made your way silently.

When you finally got to the motel, Midam felt relieved for the first time that day.

“Okay, go inside, I’ll sleep in the car.” He announced.

“What? Why?”

“I have no money to pay for a room, so I’ll sleep here.” He explained shortly.

“Don’t be silly, I can only pay for a room, but we’ll tell them to separate the bed. It’s still cold at night and you would sleep uncomfortably. All of this is my fault, I can’t allow it” You sounded so convinced that he thought he had no choice.

To Midam's surprise, the receptionist acceded to give you a room with separated beds.

"Hello sir, we would like a room for two." You told the receptionist.

"Understood, miss, we'll give the married couple the best of our rooms." The receptionist said with a smile on his face.

"Actually." You interrupted him. "We would like a room with separated beds, is that possible?"

The old man widened his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Wh-whatever the lovely couple want."

None of you decided to correct him.

"Did you see his face?" You laughed when you got into the room. "He was so shocked."

"Well, we do look like a married couple, why would we want separated beds?"

You nodded in agreement, but still kept laughing at the poor man's face.

"Well, I think I'm going to sleep right away." Midam announced.

"So do I, I'm so tired." You added too.

None of you changed the clothes, it had been an exhausting day.

You turned off the little lamp that was the only thing lighting up the room and closed your eyes. Midam did the same thing.

He couldn’t fall asleep so he wrote some messages to Raesung explaining the situation and telling him not to worry. He talked to him for at least an hour when he finally decided to sleep. Then he heard it. Soft, low sobs were coming from the bed right beside his.

"Miss, are you crying?" He asked carefully, without thinking too much if it was his business or not. He actually thought you had been asleep for two hours.

You answered with a loud sob this time.

"My parents are going to disown me after this, I've ruined their lifes." You muted.

"Don't say that, miss, I'm sure they're worried about you." He comforted you.

"I'm so afraid."

You don't know when you stopped crying and fell asleep, but you do remember that pianist's arms hugging you when you needed it the most.

The following day was very quiet, the radio was the only thing to fill in the silence. Seoul, on the other hand, was as loud as always. Midam asked you for your direction and left you right at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist."

"You're welcome, miss. Good luck from now on."

When you got into your house, it hit you.

You hadn't asked for his name.

Luckily for you, and for Midam too, that wasn't the last time you saw each other.

"May I know why Y/n has given me money to give you?" Raesung asks Midam when he comes into their shared flat.

"Y/n?"

"You know, your couple." Midam then remembered that was your name.

"For the love of god Rae, she's not my couple, she just owed me money ever since that happened."

"Ever since what happened?" Yedam asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Oh, you're here too." Midam comments. "What about school?"

"It was cancelled for some reason." Raesung answers

"Hyungs, today is a national holiday, I don't have to go to school."

"So I don't have to go to work either?" Raesung happily asks Midam.

"You do, don't be lazy."

"Okay, okay." He surrenders. "Anyways, take this."

Midam takes the money and places it in his pocket. He writes a note inside his head to thank you afterwards, maybe he can go to the café where you work this afternoon.

After what happened, you lost all contact with him, until he decided to meet his college friends inside a cafeteria near his university. Then he saw you. Apparently your parents were mad at you, but because you ran away instead of telling them the truth. As a punishment, you had to work there until you earned enough money to pay half of the wedding, and that seemed fair enough to you. Midam, on the other hand, had left his job as a pianist due to the lack of events to play at, and was working then as a pizza delivery boy.

He would never admit it after what had happened between the two of you, but he was glad to find you.

"Hi, miss." He greets, holding his bag and a lot of books in his arms.

"I already told you my name, pianist." You answer. "Do you need help with that, Midam?"

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine." He smiles. "I know you told me your name, but I always call you miss so I somehow forget about it."

"Start calling me y/n, then." You say, playfully. "Do you want the same thing as always?"

"I've come here like three times, what do you mean as always?"

"You always order the same thing. Am I wrong?"

He laughs it off and so do you. Midam feels his heart skipping a beat every time that happens. He wonders why he acts like that with you, after all, he hasn't known you for so long, yet he always has the need to catch your attention.

"Here you have." You give him his cup of coffee and a cookie.

"By the way, miss, thank you for the money, but I think you need it more than I do." He hands you back the envelope. "I can wait, just give it to me when you have payed the wedding, okay?"

"Please, keep it, I'd feel bad if I don't pay you after all you helped me."

"No problem. I mean it was surrealistic but now that I think of it I laugh at us a lot."

"So do I." After that you don't know what else to say, but it feels so good to talk to him that you don't want to cut the conversation just now.

Unluckily, a group of friends come into the café and you have to say goodbye.

Midam feels his phone beeps so he picks it up.

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung's voice greet him.

"What are you talking about Rae?"

"You and y/n are whipped for each other, but right now you look even desperate."

"Wh-where are you?" He asks, a little annoyed that he has been discovered.

"I'm right behind you."

Midam turns around and, effectively, there he is, looking through the glass.

“Dude, you’re creepy.“

"Hyung, you're whipped." Raesung repeats slowly this time. Midam is confused.

"I've seen her like-"

"You saved her from getting married at a young age, spent the night with her even though you are the shyest person ever, then visit her where she works and look at her as if she was an angel. That's whipped culture."

"Whipped culture?"

"Hm, how can I say this so you can understand it? Well, you like her."

Raesung hangs up and makes Midam a sign to turn around. He does as commanded, and he sees you leaving the counter.

"I have to go, my father needs my help to do something." You announce.

"Is everything okay?"

"It is! Don't worry Midam." Once again, his heart skips a beat.

Does he like you?

"I'll go now, okay? I have to take the bus and I don't want to miss it."

Suddenly, somehow, he hears Raesung's voice inside his head shouting "Don't be a coward! You like her stupid!"

"I- I can t-take you if y-you want to." Again, Raesung's voice says "Don't stutter!"

"Oh, I don't want to entertain you, don't worry pianist."

"I don't mind, I have nothing to do." In fact, he has to clean his room and study for an exam he has the next week, but he wouldn’t mind spending some time with you.

That's when he understands what Raesung meant by whipped.

He may like you, but just a little.

On your way to your house you talk about a lot of things, and then he makes some comments, you laugh at some situations and listen to the radio and sing along. Then, he stops at your front door.

"Thank you, pianist, once again."

"You're welcome, miss." "Coward!" Raesung, as the voice of his conscience, shouts again. "It's now or never!"

"Midam, do you do something tomorrow?" You ask.

"I have to study, why?" He answers, taken aback. He was about to ask you that.

"Ah, well, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something with me, to talk about more stuff, you know. But if you're busy that's okay! Don't worry!"

"N-no! I'd love to. Let's have dinner together, okay? I can pick you up from work." He says, all of the sudden, feeling the most nervous he has ever been.

You laugh at his outburst.

"See you tomorrow, then." You say, and turn around.

"Nice recovery, hyung!" This time, Yedam's voice is the one to congratulate him, and he smiles thinking about your "date".

"Damn it Midam, you are whipped." He says, nagging himself in a very loud voice. He immediately looks in your direction to see if you have heard him. You look at him briefly before laughing at his face, covering your blush with your hands.

He hides his head between his arms, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, hyung." Angel yedam's voice console him. "She's a little whipped too."

#midam #lee midam #midam au #lee midam au #silver boys #yg silver boys #silver boys au #yg silver boys au #requested!#anonie #angel yedam + demon raesung in the end lmao

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parkaiur · 5 years ago

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Soulmate!Hyunsuk

ever since you were a kid, you were made fun of for the soulmate markings on your arm which happened to be the first words your soulmate would ever say to you

at the age of 2 years old, the words formed on your arms, shocking everyone around you, including yourself

the words on your arm were “i love you so much”

like wtf ....

who tells someone they love them wHEN THEY FIRST MEET THEM?

either a psychopath or hopeless romantic... psychopath

your friends ALWAYS teased you about it

“y/n i-i think i-i- I love you”

they would even make their other friends go up to you and tell them they loved you .. which was a shit move cuz when you were younger, you would believe it

now they usually ended up with a slap in the face

you envied the people who had cute things like “hey... can i get your number?” or “shit you look HOT” or “hi i’m __” or even “IM SORRY I PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE”

ANYTHING

SOMETHING BESIDES

I L O V E Y O U S O M U C H

anywhO

this led you to become quite pessimistic about love .. not trusting people who said ‘i love you’ to one another cuz obviously these words were thrown around carelessly

bUT

one day , you and your friend were lounging around after watching the latest Avengers movie

trash talking Thanos and his evil plan to kill us all

boy got problems

“do you think the avengers will come back in the end??” your friend asked

you scoffed at her and sipped on your coffee “oh please, of course they will. theyre the AVENGERS. the ALMIGHTY humans... well except thor, but you know what i mean”

you kicked her lightly underneath the table

“plus... iron man and captain america arent canon yet” at that comment, your friend started to laugh

you swore milk started to spill from her nose

“i love you so much”

suddenly you heard a voice say

you immediately stopped everything you were doing and whipped your head around. your eyes widened when you saw a handsome boy smiling at you and laughing hard

“i cant believe you just said iron man and captain america are gonna be canon AAHAHA” the boy dubbled over in laughter... but all you could think of were those words “i love you so much”

“you’re my soulmate” you blurted out

at those words, he sobered up and stared at you with wide eyes

“oh shit, i didnt think this is how it would happen” the boy said, a blush forming on his face

you never believe in love at first sight, but when you saw this boy, your heart started to beat fast and your cheeks were turning a bright pink

you felt an instant connection with him... like all of your missing pieces were locking together with his

“umm... i think i’ll... go over there now”

you didnt pay attention as your friends skedaddled away from you, leaving you to be alone with your s o u l m a t e

“um, is it ok if i sit here?

you nodded quickly

“well i’m hyunsuk” he introduced quickly, holding out his hand

you shook it awkwardly

“y/n”

it was silent for a few moments as you werent the best with strangers. especially with ones as hot as him

“well, when i came out today, i didnt think i would be on a date with a pretty person like you” he gave you a cocky smile where you immediately knew he was a flirt

but now he was y o u r flirt

stop you only JUST met him

“well when i came out today, i thought the only thing i would be talking about was the new avengers movie” you shrugged

hyunsuk laughed and shook his head

“thats odd, i just came from the theater too... watching the same movie” your eyes widened

it was crazy about how you and your soulmate could be in the same place without even knowing it

“wow, that’s like fate r-right?”

you noted shyly

the boy nodded

“exactly like fate”

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stargirl4u · 5 years ago

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Choi Hyunsuk grunge icons🕸

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speckofglitter · 6 years ago

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silver boys react to public skinship

a/n: this was requested quite a while ago but you know me and my writer’s block hehe pls excuse moi

Yedam

A shy baby

When he feels you hugging him after his recording session he immediately freezes up as the other boys snicker

But he is a soft boi™ so he would be so happy and hug you back even tighter

Midam

When you first started dating Midam you imagined he would be a little shy or uptight but not at all

He always has the cutest reactions to skinship, even if he might be a little uncomfortable in public

In fact, the first time you had the honor of seeing Midam blushed was when you kissed him after he bought you a snack at the convenience store

After that you two ended up having a competition of who could make the other more flushed whenever you went out #theextra

Hyunsuk

You were feeling unusually cuddly at Treasure’s weekly movie night

Hyunsuk was definitely shook™

Usually you two have the image of the cool power couple so he wouldn’t be used to this softness

After he got used to it his usual cheekiness would come out as he whispered into your ear “Do you wanna cuddle in my room babe?”

Seunghun

Smh this boy is always holding your hand a little public skinship is nothing to him

You literally have to ask him to stop holding your hand so you can use it to get stuff from your bag

“But babe! I read in a magazine article that PDA will make our relationship stronger!” *pouts*

He would be in awe when you would actually reciprocate his skinship for once

When he sees you caressing his hand absentmindedly he smiles gently, beaming at his tiny victory

Woong

Would literally s t o p b r e a t h i n g when you kiss him after his studio session (hehe get it? pls don’t unfollow)

Cue Woojin and Daewhi laughing and rolling on the studio floor because of Woongie’s cute confused face

He’s such a soft boy he wouldn’t be ashamed at all

On the contrary he wouldn’t leave your side for the entire day after that

Byounggon

We all know my boy Byounggon absolutely loves skinship but he would be a bit surprised when you backhug him in the middle of the cafe you were at

“Babeee this is embarrassing, can we hug later?” he would whine, cheeks flushing

Would whine for a while and then get over it (but really who is he kidding cause he secretely loves it)

Doyoung

You and Doyoung were on a little shopping trip when you suddenly decided to hold his hand (he is a baby ok? ok.)

Doyoung was freaking out inside but obviously tried not to show it

Unfortunately that failed as his cheeks got warmer and pinker with every step

Junkyu

A whole mess

When you kiss his cheeks in front of the other Treasure13 members he would definitely go crazy inside

His face literally goes 😳

Tries to play it cool 'cause he’s a bad boy (or so he thinks)

Jihoon wouldn’t had time to roast him cause he would literally blurt out “SHUT UP PARK JIHOON” as soon as you kissed him

Jihoon

He would probably enjoy public skinship the most

Immediately hugs you back when you do it, even in front of the rest of Treasure13

Sometimes even initiates public skinship

Likes kissing your cheeks and watching you blush in front of his friends

enjoy!

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jung1one · 6 years ago

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when will yg realize what he lost

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renjunvinates · 6 years ago

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Interactive ygtb au?

So I have this idea,,, an interactive aU ygtb and it would be a survival world aU¿ I would be including all 29 trainees.

Synopsis: a world where all 29 kids who live together want to break free from their household and explore the world, but later coming to realize there’s more to the world than they thought, when witnessing something horrifying.

Goal: keep all 29 trainees alive

Warnings: deaths, suicide, cussing, just be prepared for some oofs yknow

Genre: angst, family, mild comedy, mild fluff here and there.

Obviously the readers will get to decide the options given¡ each decision you guys make will be very crucial!!

btw I’m thinking this aU will be on my Twitter. Which is the same as my tumblr user.

@aiurjins

- I’ll consider this aU if I get a lot of likes and reblogS -

ITS POSTED!!!

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holdmekhh · 6 years ago

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You’re Like Music To My Ears (Beat Partner!Raesung)

Artist/Person: Choi Raesung

Group/Crew: YG Trainnee/F’Club(Funny Friends)

Genre: Angst(?a little)/Major Fluff

Word Count: 10K

A sigh broke from her as she stared at the computer screen. She had tons to review and rearrange before uploading, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It had been exactly 13 hours since she’d spoken to her partner, having texted a couple of words back and forth about the song. They’d merely stated that they were busy. With what? She didn’t know. She didn’t know a lot of things; like what her partner looked like, if they were a guy or girl, if they lived close by. All she knew was that their name was Raesung and that they were both 18. She also knew that they had a significantly busy life compared to her, always to busy to text. Always doing something that required not being allowed to touch their phone, for hours. They didn’t even have an Instagram. Who doesn’t have an Instagram in this day and age?! Another sound left her, something familiar of a grunt. Her face had ended up pressed against her overly large desk, hands pressed spread out and flat on either side of her head. “I don’t even know if they want to sing in this one…” Another muffled groan fell from her lips as she rolled her face against the wooden surface of the desk. ‘ping’ Her head flew up at the sound of a new text, pushing herself to the other side of the room with rolling chair and spinning to grab her phone.

1 New Text Message From: Raesung

Raesung: nah, I won’t. maybe the next time. have to go back. talk later. (22:07)

Nodding at the text, she just sat it back down on the shelf and pushed herself back to her desk, spinning around to face the multiple screens that sat on it. The one in the middle was open to her editor, the beat sitting open; waiting to be handled with the utmost care. “Time to get to work.” Pushing her glasses up her nose, she took the large headphones and placed them on, hitting play and letting the music take her away.

By the time she looked away from the screen, her eyes were burning from the overly bright lights glaring at her focused eyes for however long she’d been glaring back in the dark, purple illuminated room. Glancing down to the corner of the screen, eyeing the time; 03:30AM. A sigh left her lips as she stretched and pulled the headphones off. Her mom would kill her if she knew that she’d been up this whole time, working on music. “I don’t care what you do, as long as you get your sleep and keep those damned grades of yours up. But, I will NOT tolerate any child who’s below the best, especially if it’s my own.” Her mother had hissed at her one night at dinner; her report card had come in and she’d placed a B- in one of her classes. Her mother went on and on about how it was because she was focusing too much on music, staying cooped up in her makeshift studio all night long, instead of studying and sleeping. Saving the beat and its updates before sending it back to her partner, she put her computer to sleep and stood. Grabbing her phone as she exited the room, she was met with a dark house. The only light that shown through the whole house was the dim, flashing lights from the television that was playing from the living room. As she walked by, she found her older and younger brothers fast asleep on the oversized couches. She stayed as quiet as possible while climbing the stairs and making her way to her room. When she got there, she flicked on the light and silently shut her door and made her way to her closet to get out her school uniform out. Changing out of her casual clothes and into pajamas, she flopped down on her bed with a heavy huff. Grabbing her phone, she quickly thumbed in a text before sending it.

Y/N to Raesung: sent. let me know if you like the updates… (03:38)

Her eyes were casted downwards as she stared at her closed notebook, her glasses were sitting low on her nose and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. It was break time, just after gym class, and she was tired. Like, really tired. But, she wouldn’t let herself fall asleep, lord knows what these kids would do to her if she fell asleep. They didn’t like her all that much, no one really did at this school. All her friends went to other schools, meeting up whenever they could to work on music and homework. The kids here didn’t know about anything that she did outside of school, and for that she was thankful. They didn’t know about the support and following that she shared with someone else on the internet. They didn’t know that the beats and songs that they listened to on a daily was something made by her; the girl that they ostracized and picked at like birds with crumbs.

When the day was over, and she walked out of the school’s doors, hands stuffed into her coat pockets as they gripped tightly onto small heating pouches, she’d passed her brothers without so much as a glance. They were no different than the other kids, poking and teasing at her.

His face was pulled into a smile as he nodded to the beat emitting through the speakers and through the studio. “This is your friends work?” Hanbin nodded, leaning forward to look at look at the email name. “Yeah, kind of. We make music together and she posts it on SoundCloud.” “She’s super talented…like I kinda wanna work with her.” Hanbin continued, Bobby and the others agreeing in the background. “Yeah, she gets everything done quick, too. Songs, two or three sometimes, get sent to me in a day. She seems to want my confirmation for most things, but the products are usually perfect enough to just post. Sometimes she even sings, and her voice is… just listen to this one.” He smiled softly, going to their SoundCloud and clicking on one of his favorites, ‘Abyss’. The tune, soft and melodic, started to fill the room in a dreamy kind of way. Then a voice, just as soft and melodic followed it in a gentle sway. It was so gentle, her voice, that it made him want to shut his eyes and just drift off into oblivion. “You’ve got a talented partner there, Raesungie.” Hanbin smiled, patting the young male on the back. “Have you guys ever met up to work? I think you guys would vibe together so much better if you were next to one another.” Raesung shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “No…I haven’t really mentioned much to her. And, we don’t talk all that much. I’m usually busy with you guys or practicing, and she has her own life to deal with. The only reason I even know she’s a girl is because of her voice in songs.” “Jeez, Rae. You guys need to talk more, seriously.” Seung stated from the couch behind him, making him chuckle. As the song faded out, another one faded in. This one was a more hyped up, the bass harsher and bumping against the speakers aggressively. “This is a collab she’d done with a couple of friends. She’d told me that this was the only time they ever did, but I think they should do it again.” A raspy voice broke through then, rapping sharply and on beat. “Jesus…” Bobby got up, moving over to look over Raesung’s shoulder to look at the screen. His head was nodding, body moving with the song, when a second voice came in. This voice was less raspy and slightly deeper, yet just as sharp and on beat. When the beat started to fade out, laughs faded through. “Seriously, fuck…you’re a fucking god with beats, dude.” A soft, female laugh broke through then. “Oh, be quiet, you guys fucking killed it.” More laughs broke out before they faded out completely, and then another beat started. “You need to meet up with this friend of yours, Raesung. Or I will.” Jaewon finally spoke up, causing the others to laugh.

Raesung to Y/N: its good. I’ll post it as soon as I get the chance. (12:45pm)

He stepped into the practice room and smiled at the others, running his hands through his hair messily. “How’s your hot sounding beat making partner? You talk to her today?” Noah laughed as soon as Raesung was close enough. “We don’t talk much…just about the beats.” “Still?!” Noah stopped stretching and looked at his friend. “Bro, you guys have been working together for what? A year?” “A year and 3 months.” Raesung corrected, glancing at his exasperated friend while he stretched. “And yet you stilled haven’t tried to start a conversation on something other than how strong the bass should be.” The look of disappointment on his friends’ face made Raesung laugh. “Laugh all you want, you’re a hopeless cause, bro.” “Dude, she doesn’t even know what I look like! Or sound like!” “Exactly-wait, seriously?” Raesung had never someone look so shocked before. “What’s up with him?” Hyunsuk chuckled as he and Byunggon walked over to the small group of stretching boys. “Hyung and his ‘hot sounding’ beat making partner.” Yedam stated, chuckling as he stared at Noah. “Oh! Y/N, right?” Hyunsuk looked to Raesung, who merely nodded. “Woah-you know her name? When did this happen?” “Since we first got introduced, you bonehead.” Raesung laughed, straightening as their choreographer walked in.

He’d just posted the song, starting on another one and editing one that he and his hyungs made. It was late; the clock reading 2:09am from the small corner at the bottom right side of his computer. Rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair, he grabbed his phone.

Raesung to Y/N: just posted. (2:10am)

Then, he sighed. Maybe everyone was right, about him and Y/N. It had been over a year since they started working together and they never spoke about anything other than their beats; except when they first were introduced. They had never even met! Or know what the other looks like! Now, of course, Y/N had asked a few questions, wanting to know him more, but he was so busy, and usually super tired, that he just gave dry responses. She’d tried, and he didn’t care enough to be thoughtful towards her. Now it was his turn, to try and get to know her. So, he took a deep breath and thumbed in a text and sent it before he could back out.

Raesung to Y/N: what’s your plans for this weekend? (2:13am)

She was staring at her phone with wide eyes. She’d never expected for Raesung to ask about anything other than music so, seeing the text was shocking. Especially for it to have been the first thing she saw in the morning. It was Saturday, which meant she was completely free from school. Which meant, she was most likely going to meet up with her friends.

Y/N to Raesung: glad you liked the song. and, probably going to hang out with my friends or something. what about you? (10:15)

She climbed out of bed, quickly making it before gathering an outfit for the day and rushing off to the bathroom. Showering, cleaning her face, and mouth, and doing her hair had taken slightly longer than it did during the week. Mostly because, she didn’t care how she looked when she went to school. During the weekends, when she was actually going out to meet people, she wanted to look nice. During the weekends, she was…different. When she left the bathroom, she was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a simply white t-shirt tucked into them. She passed by her older brother, bouncing with each step. When she got to her room, the first thing she did was check her phone. She didn’t know why. It wasn’t like she was expecting a reply of Raesung so fast. But, just like this morning; she was surprised. They’d messaged her back, nearly 20 minutes after she’d replied to them.

Raesung: really? thats cool. do you maybe have Instagram? I have a private one if you wanna follow each other? (10:27)

Instagram? They have one after all?! She chuckled softly, staring at the screen. This was random for them to do…maybe it was one of their friends? Not the first time someone did that, texting her and making her think that they wanted to be friends, only to find out that it was to mess with her. Or, maybe they really wanted to get to know her and be friends? That’s likely, too.

Y/N to Raesung: yeah that’s cool. mines private too. it’s @y/ndoesntlivehere just tell me yours and ill accept it. (11:45)

The ‘read’ sign was almost immediate, along with the three dots. She quickly exited out of the app as fast as she could and dropped it to her bed. Just in time, too, because as soon as the device hit the mattress, the familiar ‘ping’ sounded. “Oh my, oh my…” She panicked, running a hand through her freshly straightened hair. She grabbed her phone, looking at the username they’d sent her, just as she got an Instagram notification. Opening Instagram, I went to my follow requests. There was a couple dozen, but she ignored those, immediately going to Raesungs and hitting ‘accept’ and then going to theirs and hitting ‘follow’. Locking her phone, she dropped it to her bed, before going over to her makeshift vanity, switching out her glasses for contacts, and started her makeup. She never went too heavy on anything, keeping it as toned down as she could while accentuating what should be; bronzing the outer part of the face and hollows of the cheeks, using highlight on the cheekbones and browbones, and nose. When she was done, she went over and slipped on a thin, oversized turtleneck. Putting on her simple, black leather jacket, she grabbed her tote and put her essentials inside; laptop, chargers, wallet, and house keys. Slipping her phone in her back pocket, she left out her room and skipped down the stairs. Her ankle boots were where she left them, and she slipped them on. “I’m going out!” She called into the house, not waiting for a response before she was out and on her way to her favorite café across town.

The heels of her boots clicked against the pavement, towards the bus stop. She pulled her phone out and smiled softly.

1 New Text Message From: Raesung

Opening the message, I wasn’t expecting anything serious. Or anything, really. But, I really wasn’t expecting what I did get.

He stared at her pictures with wide eyes. Taking in every visible small square from her feed. “Woah…” He heard from behind him, and he nodded. He nodded because ‘woah’ was right. It was the only way to describe the girl that he was looking at. Was this really Y/N? Was this really the girl he’d been speaking to over the past year and 3 months? “Bro, who is that?” He heard Hyunsuk mutter from over his shoulder, Noah resting on the other, and the others were hovering above and around them. “Y/N…” “Beat partner?” He nodded again. Byunggon took it upon himself to tap on one of the posts. There were multiples in the post, first were pictures of her, then her and friends, then a video of them in a dance studio. When the video loaded and started playing, you could hear voices from the rowdy group. But then came her laugh, that pretty and delicate laugh from that song that she’d done with her friends. “Give me some soul, sister!” He heard one of the guys call out to her, then she’d started belting out notes left and right to the tune playing faintly in the back. “Hot, talented, beat partner.” They’d all nodded, before looking to each other. The video was still going, Raesungs eyes glued to it. To her. Then her voice broke, she and her friends broke into fits of laughter. “I was doing so good, too! Fuck!” Her smile was bright, eyes shutting as she laughed. And before he could even think about what he was doing, he accepted her request and texted her.

Raesung to Y/N: youre really pretty. (12:30pm)

“Oh my god!” He dropped his phone and stood, walking over and pressing his face against the wall. “What?!” “I told her she’s pretty…” He grumbled, turning to press his back against the wall and sliding down. A few minutes went by, the practice room completely silent. Until- “She’s replying!” Noah shouted, making Raesung scramble to get back to his phone. Her reply had just popped up when he got to it. He could feel his ears turning red, because they burned like hell.

Y/N: lol thanks. youre pretty cute too. (12:35pm)

The yells that filled the room was shocking, then there was a yell of, “I’m asking her to coffee for you!” But, he couldn’t tell who’d said it. It was quiet again for a minute or so, and then a whole new round of yells started. Yedam handed Raesung his phone back, and then his whole face went red.

Raesung to Y/N: wanna meet? coffee shop tomorrow? (12:36pm)

Y/N: lol sure. itd be cool to finally meet my genius partner. (12:38pm)

He didn’t know if he wanted to kill or hug his friends. But, what he did know, was that he wanted to sit in the corner alone for a little while. To let his itty bitty heart calm the hell down.

She was freaking out; her friends could tell immediately when she’d walked into the dance studio. They were supposed to meet there and head out to one of the others houses- they’d just moved out, into their own apartment, and wanted to show it off- but the way that she trudged in with wide eyes, they knew the tea had to be spilled immediately. “Oh my god, what happened?” One of the girls, Arora, asked as she rushed to Y/N’s side. “Dude are you okay?” Another friend, Eli, laughed softly as she nodded. “Spoke to Raesung.” “Oh shit, did they not wanna work with you anymore?” Eli asked, pushing off the wall that he was leaning against. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “We shared Instagram’s. We saw each other.” Her eyes closed, “I saw him..” “A him?! Oh my god, I told you it was a guy, a girl couldn’t be so indifferent!” Arora squealed, the others laughing at her. “Anything else?” “We’re meeting tomorrow, for coffee…” The room went completely silent, before another squeal broke through from Arora, and a few of the other girls.

They were at the apartment now, huddled on the couch and eating take out, reading the messages from Raesung. “Wait, can we see him?!” “I don’t care. But, don’t go following him on Instagram. You saw what he said about not really wanting people to follow him.” “Yeah, unless they’re Y/N.” She rolled her eyes at Chan- this was his apartment and couch, she couldn’t be snarky when he’d allowed her to fill his new apartment with her presence. It was somewhat quiet, until soft gasps left a couple of their mouths. “Dude…your part-” “Your partner’s hot.” Arora and Eli said at the same time, making everyone laugh.

She was back home, locked away in her studio. There was a bag of take out on one of her shelves near the desk, and she was sure that it was cold by now. As soon as she got to her studio, she went to her email and got the beat that Raesung texted her about when she was on her way home:

Raesung: hey. just sent you a beat I worked on today. tell me if you want to do vocals on it. (20:40)

The beat was just her style, chill and melodic. It’s what she usually sung over, choosing to not experiment too much with her voice.

Y/N to Raesung: yeah I can. its just my style(: (21:30)

Standing from her seat, she grabbed her takeout and left to the kitchen. She sat on the counter and waited for her food to heat in the microwave, legs swinging as she hummed a tune to herself. When it was done, she hopped down and grabbed her food from the machine and made her way back into her studio. “What are you doing in here?” She grunted as she found her older brother and his friend sitting on her couch. “Nothing, just bored. What are you doing in here?” Her brothers friend answered, looking around the room. “It’s my studio…” She rose an eyebrow at him, then glanced to her brother. “We didn’t touch anything, don’t worry. Just wanted to see you in your zone.” Her eyes narrowed at him, staring in confusion. Then, she let out a sigh and shrugged. “Whatever. Just…just don’t touch anything. Or talk to anyone else about this. My friends would kill me if they found out that I let my brother and his friend come in when I rarely let them.” She sat down at her desk and opened her food. “Can we hear what you have open?” “Oh, this is my partners.” She unplugged the headphones and attached the speakers before hitting play. The beat slowly filled the room as she ate, her mind swarming with lyric ideas. “Oh yeah, your friend texted you.” She heard her brother say, making her drop her fork and push away from her desk, spinning around to grab her phone.

Raesung: cool. I have lyrics and stuff written that might go well with it if youre interested in them. (21:35)

Nodding, she took her phone off of its charger and pushed back to her desk. Spinning back to face the monitor, she thumbed in a text:

Y/N to Raesung: yeah I’m down for the lyrics. just send them to me and ill get it recorded by tonight. (21:45)

“Who’s that? I’ve never met a friend of yours with that name.” Her brother asked as the beat faded out. “Beat partner.” “The one who did this?” His friend asked, looking around the room again. The overhead light was on this time, to see while she ate, so everything was visible. “Bro, this is so cool.” She heard him mutter, making her chuckle. “You guys never been to a studio? I thought you rapped.” The tease in her voice was something that was detected easily, making her brother roll his eyes. “Yeah, but they never looked like this. And our beats never sounded like that either.” His friend grinned, eyes widening when he looked above her monitors and to her LED sign. “Wait…you’re ‘yunglameboi’! Woah!” She cringed at him, side eyeing him. “Yeah…” She muttered softly, turning to look at her brother who stared at her with widened eyes. “Seriously?” Her brother asked, making her narrow her eyes at him. “You know, I thought that you, of all people, would have known that the amount of times that I’ve caught you in here.” “Yeah, but I never snooped around your stuff or looked around much. I just really like this couch, it’s super comfy.” She rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her monitor. “Well, don’t let my secret out. I don’t want to deal with the fakes.” She spoke, eyes back on her food as she started eating again. A soft ‘ding’ came from her computer, the one to her left, and she slid over and went to her email. There was a new one from Raesung, ‘the lyrics. hope you like them’, and an attachment. When she opened it, her eyes scanned through the words quickly. She already had a flow in mind, making her smile softly. “Okay, when I’m done eating, you guys need to go.” “Why? Are you gonna make a new beat?” “Nope, I need to record these lyrics before bed.” She missed the shocked looks on the boys faces when she started eating again.

He wasn’t really expecting to have the audio draft by today, but knowing Y/N, he didn’t understand why he would’ve ever thought that. When he’d woken up, he immediately started getting ready to leave out. He was beyond excited to finally meet the genius that was behind ‘yunglameboi’, the genius that was his partner. But, when he sat down to check email and saw the most recent was from her, ‘I have to work on it a bit more and rerecord a part because my cracked. But, let me knows if the flows good’, he opened it without a second thought. Playing it, the familiar beat started flowing from his laptop’s speakers. The others were up and moving around the dorm, but when her soft voice started letting the lyrics he’d written flow into the beat, they all flocked to Raesung. “Y/N?” He nodded, smiling softly as he listened. The soft break in her voice as she hit a slightly higher note made a shiver rack through form. When the song faded out, he just stared at the screen. “How in the hell is this not good?!” He yelled, startling the others. “Warn us next time, please…” Noah rasped, running his hand through his hair and ruffling it. Closing his laptop, Raesung stuffed it and its charger in his backpack. “I’m leaving, we decided to meet at the café near the other side of the Han river.” He rushed out, putting a bucket hat on, grabbing his phone and keys. “Wait! Let’s all go out together!” Hyunsuk called out, forcing the others to rush and finish getting dressed.

While they were walking, Raesung had his head down and his focused on his phone. His fingers were scrolling down her Instagram feed, looking at old posts and newer ones. Stopping at a somewhat recent one, he clicked on it. She had on glasses and a school uniform, surrounded by her friends. They all had different ones to her, making him raise an eyebrow; ‘They must go to different schools’, he thought. Looking up, he smiled at his friends. “I’ll call you guys later!” He called out as they parted from him to cross the street.

She was dressed in a pair of dark denim skinny jeans with a lightweight, white turtleneck tucked into the jeans- a plain belt pulling it together- and a thick, oversized brown cardigan. Her glasses were low on her nose bridge and her curly hair was tied up in a bun, eyes focused on her phone screen. She hadn’t ordered anything yet as she sat in one of the booths, her backpack next to her. She’d been so focused on her phone, she didn’t realize the male that walked up to her. “Y/N?” She nearly dropped her phone from jumping so hard, then looked up. “Raesung?” Watching the smile that pulled onto his face made her stomach do a weird flip. “Hey!” She watched him slid into the booth, across from her. “Hey.” Her voice was slightly shaky. He looked so much better in person, and that’s saying something because he already looked amazing in his photos. “So, should we order something? I hope I wasn’t late, you looked like you’ve been sitting here for a while.” She shook her head, smiling softly. “No, no, you’re good. I just got here really early, I rushed out this morning to avoid family confrontation.” The gentle laugh that he gave made her stomach twist slightly. His voice wasn’t something she’d imagined going to perfectly with his face, but it did.

A laugh fell from her lips as they walked together, their converse- hers white and his black- crunching over the fallen leaves. Her hand held a large cup of hot chocolate, her backpack hanging on her back. “Seriously, I can’t dance to save my life. At least not what my friends do. I look like a fish out of water.” His laugh filled the air next to her and made her smiles softly as she looked to him. “Maybe we should dance together, sometime. That’d be fun?” She laughed again, shaking her head. “I can watch you dance while I DJ.” She grinned at up at him.

He stared at her braced smile, a soft smile playing on his. He knew she was pretty from her pictures, but wow. Her personality was so lively and easy to get along with. “My friends are in this part of the park.” He grunted, spotting the rowdy boys not too far. He hadn’t even realized that they’d walked back to the Han River, he was so caught up in her and their conversation. “Really? Are they anything like you?” He chuckled as he nodded, glancing at her. “Raesung!” He heard the familiar voice of Hyunsuk and sighed, looking up and waving to the jumping male. “That’s my hyung, Hyunsuk.” “Oh…from what I’m seeing, it seems as though you guys are very much alike.” He grinned at her teasing tone, looking to her. “I’m not as bad as him. This is him in public.” “Let’s go say hi!” He watched as she walked ahead of him and to the group of males. A chuckle left him as he followed, finding her already talking excitedly to Hyunsuk. “Hey.” He grunted as Noah crashed into his form. “She’s even hotter in real life.” He rolled his eyes at the taller males’ whisper, pushing him from his ear.

He didn’t expect to find himself, and his friends, back at her home studio. She’d locked the doors and sat in her chair, looking at them with a smile. “So, did you like the draft I sent you? I need to redo that one part, but I should be able to blend them in seamlessly.” He nodded and pulled out his laptop. “I actually think that you should leave it like that, with the voice crack. It adds this really pretty rawness to the song that I didn’t know it could have.” Looking back up, he found her blushing at her lap. “Thanks… I really wasn’t sure if it had what you were looking for.” “It had more than I was looking for.” He muttered softly, ignoring his red ears and his friends’ eyes. He was very thankful for the room being semi-dark, the purple lights around the room not doing much to actually see anything. “Oh! I was working on a few beats last night, and this morning. Wanna give them a listen?” His eyes lit up as he nodded, the others getting just as excited. “Of course.” He stated, smiling softly when he watched a grin pull at her lips.

They’d all stayed in there for a long while, none of them knew exactly how long, but when they’d walked outside it was dark. “We should meet up again, sometime.” He smiled at her, nodding. “How about sometime during the week? After you get out of school, I can pick you up and we could walk to my studio.” His stomach did a flip when she smiled and nodded. “That’d be great. I don’t have any after school programs or tutoring sessions.” “Cool. Okay, see you later…” He waved, waiting for her to get back inside the house before turning, only to be met with snickers. “Oh, shut up.” He grumbled when Byunggon threw his arm over his shoulders. “Ya’ll were cute in there, working and flirting. Almost made me wanna scream at how cute it was.” His deep voice friend teased. “So, you’re gonna take her back to your studio…shouldn’t you take her to dinner first?” His friends all laughed, making him chuckle and shake his head. “Oh, shush…”

They’d been texting back and forth a lot more now, talking about each other’s schedules and planning around it. When the day finally came for her to go to his studio, she put just a little more effort into herself for the day; straightening her hair, doing a bit of makeup, etc. She’d packed up her laptop in her school backpack, along with her charger and notebooks, choosing to carry her textbooks. “Oh, who are you looking so done up for?” Some of the boys in her classes teased, the girls side eyeing her. She was used to it all by now, ignoring them and their snide remarks.

When the day was over, and she was trudging out the school doors, she darted passed her brothers and their friends, ignoring the calls for her name. Exiting the gate, she smiled when she immediately found Raesung leaning against one of the buildings across the street. Looking both ways, she jogged across to him. “Hey.” She smiled softly when he looked up from his phone. “Oh, hey! You ready?” Pushing her glasses back up her nose slightly, she nodded and started following him to his studio.

They’d been walking for 45 minutes, along with the time they’d spent getting hot drinks and snacks. When they arrived at the large building, he unlocked the door with a code before leading her to the elevator. They’d leaned against the metal wall of the elevator as it took them up to the 9th floor. “Come on.” She followed him down the long, dark-gray hallway. When they got outside the room, there were voices coming from inside making the male in front of her sigh. He opened the door and the four men turned around to face the door, “Raesung! Where were you-oh…Hi!” One of them smiled at her, making her shyly wave back. “Y/N, Funny Friends. Funny Friends, Y/N.” Her cheeks rose as her lips split into a smile, watching the males’ faces brighten in realization. “Oh! You’re Raesungie’s beat partner!” Another one of them grinned, turning to the male at her side. She nodded, a giggle slipping through her lips when she glanced to her, obviously bothered, friend. “Okay…hyungs, you know I love you guys. But, could you guys leave? Thanks.” He smiled at them as they stared at him, shocked. “Kid gets a girl in his studio and suddenly doesn’t want us anymore.” They’d grumbled as they left, waving to her as they passed by to the door. She went and plopped down on the couch, chuckling when he got up to lock the door. “Why’d you kick them out?” Her voice was filled with amusement as he grunted. “Because then they’d start being weird. I can already feel the questions being thrown at me later: ‘do you like her?’ ‘are you dating?’ ‘do you finally feel like a man because a girl spoke to you?’. It’s embarrassing.” She couldn’t hold in her laugh, her head tipping back as it tumbled from her lips. When she calmed down and looked back to him, the was a look of mock offense on his face that sprung out a whole new wave of laughter. Soft wheezes left her as she calmed back down, eyes peeling open to find him smiling at her. “Seriously? ‘do you finally feel like a man’? Because of a girl speaking to you?” She giggled making him chuckle. “What, do girls not talk to you? Or do you not talk to girls?” He chuckled again, shrugging softly. “Not much. Male and female trainees aren’t allowed to intermingle here.” Her face filled with realization, before confusion. “Wait, seriously? Why?” “Dating rules. It’s like against the company.” A look of shock washed over her face as she nodded, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. “Guys just don’t really talk to me much. Besides my friends, you included.” She stated it so indifferently, she didn’t understand why Raesung turned to her with a shocked face.

“Why?” His voice was dripping with confusion, his face twisted in it, too. “You have such a chill personality, why would anyone not want to talk to you?” He was serious, she was one of the coolest people that he’d ever met. So, it surprised him when she shrugged and responded. “In school, I keep to myself more…kind of because everyone’s different from me, kind of because they don’t really like me. But, it’s whatever, honestly…” “Do they pick on you?” He was watching her like a hawk, stomach churning when she nodded. “Okay. I’m going and picking you up whenever I can.” “No, Raesung…you don’t have to do that. I walk home with my brothers sometimes.” “They go to your school? And they don’t help you?” When she didn’t do anything, he sighed and nodded. “Yup, I’m coming to get you from school. Even if I have to get you in the company van.” He turned back to the monitor before she could say anything. “Raesung, I’m serious…you already have a lot on your plate, and this will just be a waste of time.” “Y/N, you’re my friend. I’m not gonna sit back and let my friend go through that and then be alone afterwards. If I could enroll in the school and help throughout the whole day, help you and make sure that you’re okay throughout the whole day, I would. But, I can’t. So, I’m gonna do what I can, the best way I can.” He had turned to her, ending his speech with a smile. “Now, I started working on a beat last night, but I don’t know if it sounds right. Give it a listen?” He glanced back as she adjusted her glasses and nodded, standing from her seat to stand next to him. He handed her the headphones, watching as she slipped them on, before playing it. He watched as her head nodded to it, her lips moving silently. When it was done, and she’d pulled them off, he watched her grin and nod. “Dude…this is amazing.” He felt his ears heating up and he was thankful that he chose to wear his bucket hat today. “You should do some vocals on here.” He looked to her and grinned, nodding. “Okay.” The shocked look on her face made him laugh. “What?” “I didn’t expect you to just go with it. I just assumed you didn’t like doing vocals on anything.” He laughed again, immediately going to his personal SoundCloud and clicking one of his songs. ‘Selfish’ started to flow through the speakers making him lean back in his chair and grinning as he looked to her. There was a grin on her face, eyes closed as she bounced to the beat. ‘How fricking cute…’ He thought to himself, laughing she started moving her body side to side with the beat drop, letting her arms limply sway. “Dude, what the hell kind of dancing is that?” He laughed harder as she started bouncing and swaying harder with the second beat drop. He watched her eyes open and a grin spread on her face again. “A fish out of water!” She laughed with him, his head flying back as he laughed harder.

They’d calmed down and started working on arranging a beat that she’d started, adding and taking away things to make it perfect. She was leaning against the desk next to him, pointing out certain things and he was working at the computer, taking her advice. When they’d finished arranging, he straightened up in his seat and smiled at her. “Ready to start on the vocals?” His grin widened as she shook her head and plopped down on her the couch. “Too hungry.” She laid back against the cushions dramatically, her hand flying up and landing gently on her forehead as she overacted. “Oh, I’m so famished!” He broke out into laughter, eyes curving into his cheeks. “Should we order burgers, or go to the cafeteria?” “Order! I’ll pay.” He simply waved her off as he grabbed his phone, ordering them food to last them a few more hours.

She stared at him with soft eyes, almost missing the soft ‘ping’ that sounded from her phone. He was taking care of her like no one ever had, not even her other friends. And she’d known them for years. A soft sigh left her lips as she grabbed her phone. Looking at the screen, another sigh left her lips:

1 New Message From: Mom

Unlocking her phone, she expected to find a paragraph of scolding from her mom for not coming home to do homework. Instead, she found the complete opposite:

Mom: Don’t come home for a while. Your grandparents are coming over and I don’t want to deal with your grandmother asking about your hobbies. Just be home by midnight. (18:45)

A grunt came from her lips, as she simply dropped her phone to her side. Her head fell back, and her eyes shut. She liked her grandparents, they were interested in listening about her love for music. They were the ones who’d paid for most of her studio, as a birthday present. Her mother was completely opposed to it, but after some convincing it was pushed through. “You okay?” She lifted her head to look at Raesung, nodding at his question. “Yeah, my mom just told me to be home by midnight.” “Midnight? She doesn’t mind you being out so late?” “Eh, I’m guessing it’s just for tonight. My grandparents are visiting, and my mom hates when I talk to them about my music. Any other time, she’d be calling to yell at me to get home and study.” His face said it all, and she’d agreed. It was a lot to deal with, her family and school life. But, she had music as an escape route.

This went on for a while, almost every day after school Raesung was waiting for her; sometimes in a black van, and sometimes leaning against the schools’ gates. On this day specifically, she was just dropped off home by him and the driver that took him back to his dorm. It was only 9:30pm, but he had early schedule the next day for monthly evaluations. When she’d entered her house, she’d found her living room littered with people from her school; her brother’s friends, and kids from her specific class. They were all smushed on the couches, having lively conversations. They didn’t even realize that she’d slipped in, not that she minded, she’d slipped right into her studio and locked the door. She’d clicked on the LED lights and hummed to herself as she sat in her chair, clicking the power button to her monitor. Her eyebrows furrowed when the home screen didn’t pop up, but it started to actually cut on because she never powered off her computers or monitor, just put them on sleep mode. But, she shrugged it off, guessing that the power may had gone out at some point. But, then her stomach twisted when she’d hit the power buttons for her computers and their home screens popped up. Something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. ‘Maybe he came in again and knocked the plug out or something…’She thought to herself about her brother, because he was constantly in her studio. Then, the monitor cut on. She quickly typed in her passcode and went to her beat file. Except, it was there. Nothing was there. Her beat programs. Absolutely nothing. Her eyes widened, and her heart dropped. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, the rage boiling in her stomach. She pushed away from her desk and spun in her chair, looking around the room. That’s when she’d noticed it. Things were moved around. And not just a couple, many things were moved around. The anger was rising but she took a deep breath and stood, walking over and swinging open the studio door. The studio was right off from the living room, so everyone heard her. They’d all looked at her, eyes wide. “Who was in my studio?” She hissed, eyeing everyone sharply. They all shook their heads hesitantly, eyes wavering. Her eyes shut for a moment as she breathed deeply, before she opened them slowly. “Again, who was in my studio?” Her voice was strained as she looked around the room. She saw her brothers nudging people before everyone raised their hands. Her anger rose higher. “And who touched things?” She hissed. Most of them raised their hands, not all, but most. “Who touched my monitor?” She saw most of the faces twist in confusion and sighed. “The big computer in the middle, who touched the big computer in the middle?” 3 people rose their hands. Three. Her older brother was one of them. And that’s what made her blow. “How fucking impossible are you people?! Not only do come to someone else’s home that you’ve never been to and act like it’s your fucking bedrooms! But, you go and touch shit that doesn’t belong to you!” She hissed, looking at all them with fire in her eyes. Stomping into the middle of the living room, she turned to her brothers. They were sitting side by side, heads down and hands in their laps. “And you two! I can’t believe this! You know better than to be in there when I’m not home! You know better than to let people in there! And you definitely know better than to touch anything!” She hissed, finger pointing at them. “Now, look what the fuck you jackasses have done! Every single piece of work that I’ve ever made. Every single program that I spend hundreds of dollars to install onto there. Everything that I’ve ever done. Is now deleted. It’s all been removed!” The way her chest rose in heavy huffs of breath was an even bigger indicator that she was beyond angered. She was livid. When she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, her head snapped up. “Sit the fuck down! None of you are going anywhere! Not until figure out how to get this my stuff back! And if I can’t, guess who’s paying back every single penny to get back those programs? All of you little shits who think it’s okay to touch other peoples’ property.” She turned and made her way back to her studio, simply to grab her phone from its usual area on her shelf. When she walked back into the living room, everyone was still where she left them. Her hands were shaking as she dialed Raesungs number. She half expected him to answer, half expected him not to but when he did, she’d never felt so relieved. “Raesung.” She sniffled, she wiped at her nose. She hadn’t even realized that was crying until she heard her quaking voice. “Woah, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” “Everything from my monitor’s been deleted.” She heard him hush the others around him, then everything in the background went silent. “What?” The tone of his voice was sharp, low in a whisper. She whimpered softly as she wiped at her eyes from behind her glasses. “Everything’s been deleted from my monitor, Raesung.” “Everything? Even the programming?” “Yes, even the programming.” She felt like curling into a ball and crying. “How? Please don’t say you-“ “My irresponsible, good for nothing brothers. And our stupid, delinquent peers from school.” “Oh god…look, um…calm down, okay? You have that tech friend, right? Call him. I’ll be there soon.” She didn’t even argue, merely nodding and muttered a soft ‘okay’ before hanging up. She heard a faint movement behind her and whipped around to hiss and the two who stood up. “Sit. Down.” She growled, moving to the back wall and turning to lean against it. This way she could see everyone, no matter what. She quickly scrolled to her Eli’s number and called. One great thing about Eli: he almost always answers the phone before the third ring, if it’s before 2AM. “What’s good, sweetcheeks?” His voice was bright and lively, per the usual, and the others’ voices were in the background. “Everything’s been deleted from my monitor.” Another great thing about Eli: he’s the most reliable person to ever exist. His tone dropped, and he snapped his fingers loudly, three times. It was our emergency signal. The shuffling was heard in the background. “We’ll be there in 15.”

It really only took them 10 minutes, and when she’d let them in, she could see their questions evaporate one by one. As they all shuffled into the living room, Eli immediately heading into her studio, they shook their heads. “Haven’t you all ever heard of, ‘if it isn’t yours don’t touch’?” Chan scolded. He was older than all of them, having graduated high school almost two years prior. “Up. All of you, on your knees and raise your arms.” She could see a few of them getting ready to protest, but again her brothers just nudged at them and stood. All of her friends sat on the couches, eyeing them in disappointment. Then, the doorbell sounded. Rushing to the front door and opening it, she was met with Raesung and his dormmates. “Raesung.” She breathed, moving out of the way to let them in. After they slipped their shoes off, she led them into the living room. “Make room for them.” She grunted to her friends, watching as they shifted and moved, letting the group of boys sit. “Where is it?” She watched as he eyed everyone on their knees, their arms high and heads down. His gaze was something akin to…disgust? Disappointment? Her hand gently grabbed at his wrist, pulling him into her studio. “Did you move things around?” Eli muttered as he stared aggressively at the screen. She shook her head when he glanced at her. “They touched everything. Moved everything.” She grunted, flopping down onto the couch. Even the couch felt like it’d moved from its original spot. Her head fell into her hands, her breathing was turning shaky again. Then she felt a hand rubbing the top of her head. She pulled away from her hands to glance up, finding Raesung already looking down at her. “Calm down, okay?” His voice was calm, leveled out.

4 hours. That’s how long it took for Eli to recover 95% of what was deleted. He’d never seen Y/N looked so happy. Her eyes sparkled in a whole new way, the gasp that left her even cracked when Eli stood and smiled at her. Raesung also never felt that kind of feeling in his stomach before. When he watched her run and hug Eli, he’d felt it. He felt it in his bones. But, then it all washed away when she looked at him and ran to hug him, too. The feel of her arms around him was new, but more than welcomed. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and smiling softly. “Feel better?” He felt her nod against him, she’d felt so small and fragile, and his heart swelled.

When they walked out the room, he watched her face harden as she glared at the kids still kneeling. “This is like bootcamp.” Hyunsuk chuckled, looking to the three of them as they walked out of the studio. Then, in the coldest voice he’d ever heard, and never expected to out of Y/N. “Everyone, except you two, get up and come here.” He actually felt goosebumps raise on his arms and decided that he didn’t want to be near earshot of what she was going to say to the group moving towards. He’d made it out of hearing distance just in time because all he heard was the beginning of very threatening tone. Eli stood next to her and one of other friends was in earshot, and by the twists in the faces and slight cringes at her words, he was happy didn’t hear what was coming from her. He could, however, see her face but that didn’t give anything away. It was the blankest he’d ever seen her, eyes set so ice cold, he almost physically shivered.

After a few minutes, the group broke apart. All, except one, went to the front door to leave without so much as ‘goodbye’. The other one went back with others who were still kneeling and dropped to his knees while raising his arms; the other two were both significantly taller than the other one, even when kneeling. He cringed, feeling his stomach twist when she dropped down to a squat in front of the three boys. She muttered to them, making the nod and cringe back slightly when her face twisted in irritation. “We’ve never seen her like this, either. Well, maybe Eli and Arora have, they’ve known her the longest out of us.” He nodded at the older than sat to his right-Chan. He remembered meeting him over facetime a couple weeks back when Y/N told him to answer; she was too focused on mixing her recorded keyboard beat with the rest. Then, she stood with the three following immediately after; they all towered over her, but cowered when she’d pointed to the studio, sending the rushing into the room. She moved towards them, running a hand through her hair. There wasn’t room on the couch for her to sit, so she moved to hop on arm of it but before she could, he gripped her hips and sat her down on his lap without much thought. By the time he’d realized it, everyone else did, too. His ears were on fire. He could feel them. But, he couldn’t just move her off now, he had to stick with. He bit his bottom lip nervously and looked up, only to find her staring at him with wide eyes.

Her face was on fire, like the type of fire that destroys building within minutes. The type of fire that completely destroys everything in its path without hesitation; diabolical. That’s hot her face was as she stared at the male beneath her. It wasn’t even that she didn’t enjoy it- because, lord knows how much she’s daydreamed about this- she wasn’t expecting it. And the fact that the room had went completely silent didn’t help either. And, again, another reason why Eli was great: he was always there to charge in cases of awkward situations. “So, did you guys know that there’s a home movie theatre in the basement?” He spoke loudly, bringing everyone else’s attention to him as he stood. “I’m gonna take them to the theatre.” She merely nodded, her and Raesungs gazes still connected.

She didn’t know how long it’d been since she’d been placed on his lap, or how long they’d been staring at each other. She didn’t even how they’d gotten, or when they’d gotten, in this new situation. Her eyes were shut, and she was pressed against his chest, lips pressed gently on his. She slowly pulled away and opened her eyes, and they stared at each other more. “Wow…um…” “So, that happened…” “Yeah…”

They’d barely spoken since their kiss-which happened a month ago. He didn’t know why, but every time they met up after that it was awkward, or when they texted it seemed distant. So, he pulled back a little. He didn’t want to make Y/N uncomfortable, no matter how confused he was, and somewhat lonely. It basically went back to exactly it used to be; the one-line texts about beats.

He’d finally had enough of it. He was in the middle of a session with his hyungs when he’d stopped, grabbed his phone, and stormed out the studio. “He’s finally doing it, guys.” He’d heard Seung say but chose to ignore it. He knew she was awake, it was only 7pm and a weekend. He scrolled through his phone to her number, took a deep breath, and pressed call. It rung, and rung, and rung against his ear for what felt like forever before he heard the line get accepted and her soft voice mutter into the receiver. “Raesung? Hey, what’s up?” His heart felt like it was gonna fly out his chest if it didn’t slow down. “Hey, um…are you busy?” His hands were shaking, and legs felt weak, so he was proud of himself for sounding so calm. “Not really, no…why?” He could hear her shuffling around, the voices of her friends fading out before a door shut. “Just wanted to know if you wanted to…I don’t know…come over and record a song with me?” “A song? Yeah, sure. Um, give me…one hour?” He nodded, holding a smile in. “Okay. Be careful on your way, yeah?” “Yeah, okay.” Her chuckle made him swoon, and he’d been so excited that he forgot to hang up. “Yes!” He grinned, then heard her giggle and panicked, hanging up and falling against the wall. The door opened then, and the four males stood in the doorway staring at him. “Hyung?” “Yes, Raesungie?” They all answered simultaneously. “Why am I so lame?” Then they burst into small fits of laughter and went back inside.

When she got there, he’d was calmed down. His eyes were focused on his monitor, headphones covering his ears, and his hands moving the mouse back and forth. He didn’t even know she arrived until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Pausing the track, he pulled off the headphones, and turned. When he did, he felt his heart rate speed back up. She looked gorgeous, with that perfect smile pulled onto her perfect face. “Hey.” Her voice was just as amazing as he remembered it being. He meant to say it back, greet her properly. Yet, the only thing that came from was: “You got your braces off.” And he almost immediately regretted because she grinned wider and ran her tongue over the front of them. He swore he was gonna have a heart attack. “Yeah, got them off like two weeks ago.” She giggled. God, did he miss her giggle. And her voice. And her presence. He just really missed her. “You look pretty.” He muttered softly, turning when realized that he said it out loud. His ears were starting to burn, except this time he couldn’t hide them; the computers were all shining brightly onto him and he didn’t have a hat to cover them. “Thanks…” God, did he miss her voice. Slowly turning back to her, he felt his stomach twist again. And, again he acted on whim. Didn’t think before his actions, again, and grabbed stood up in front of her. Then, before he could even completely process what he was doing, he leaned forward and quickly pecked her lips. When he pulled back, they just stared at each other with wide eyes, like the first time. But, unlike that time, she moved towards him and pecked his lips back. This time, when she went to pull away, his hands grabbed her waist gently and they stared at each with soft smiles. “Y/N, I kinda really like you…” He muttered, breath brushing over her lips in a whisper. And he felt his heart skip and butterflies erupt in his stomach when she whispered back: “Raesung, I kinda really like you, too…”

~~~

The smile that took over his face could have lit the whole room up, his eyes sparkling so brightly. Then he was kissing her again, his arms wrapping around her waist and hers around his neck. She could feel her hands slipping into his hair, the soft strands wrapping gently around her fingers. And it was going well, their kiss: his hands slipping to grip at her hips and her fingers rubbing gently at scalp. Until, it was interrupted. “Raesung, is Y/N here ye-” They both pulled away, looking to the intruder. It was Hanbin, and the others. They were all staring them with wide before Noah started yelling: “I told you! I knew it!” She could feel her face setting aflame, so she pushed her face into Raesungs neck to hide herself. His arm wrapped around as he sighed into her hair. “Yeah, now we all do, can you guys go now?” She couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips when the grumbles of protest started. “You’re always kicking us out. I see how it is, though.” She could recognize Seung’s voice by now, and Hyunsuk following right after him. “Now that you have a girlfriend, we’re not needed anymore. Well, don’t come to me when you want some of my late-night ramen.” She giggled, hands gripping at the back of Raesungs shirt. “No, like seriously…could you guys leave?”

#choi raesung #raesung #choi raesung au #choi raesung scenario #choi raesung angst #choi raesung fluff #ygnbg #yg silver boys #YG Entertainment #yg family #YG Trainee #ikon

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foreverexol · 6 years ago

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hi silver boys stans!!! im currently writing a silver boys mystery au on twitter so if anyone wants to check that out here is the link: https://twitter.com/STAYERIZEN/status/1151171617424363523?s=20

thought it would be useful to know for the tumblr stans :))

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jichew · 6 years ago

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hey 🅱️ros!! do any of my followers/moots have twt?? bc i have an idea for an sns au for my next project, but i feel like it would be easier to post it on twt rather than tumblr ...

#idk i feel like the formatting of twitter is easier for sns aus #also it would likely be dodam #and incorporate the rocker dam trope again uwu #also twt allows for gcs!!! and ive been wanting to be in a ygtb (should i just silver boys) gc for the longest time #uck tumblr add the gc feature already #anyway pls lmk!!!#yg treasure box #ygtb #dodam #updates w sim

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starcherryberry · 5 years ago

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♥𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕤♥

All of what I list below are mostly fics that I have read or heavily recommend! Of course, I can’t list every fic I read because I read A LOT, haha but I will try my best to keep this updated ₍꒢ ̣̮꒢₎

Last Updated: 05/12/2020 (gosh I spent all of today going through my liked posts to get all the other fics I’ve read posted here, I didn’t realize that I read so much yg/jk fics lmao)

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→ Intro: Her [Series] ✎☪❣ღ♔

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→ Ribbons ❣ღ

→ Beneath the Water ❣☪ღ

→ Locked in Love ❣☪ღ

→ Lovesick ❣☪

→ Earnestly Yours ❣

→ Memories of Old and New ❣☪

→ Good Girl ❣ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒯𝒶𝑒𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑔:

→ First Christmas ❣

→ Heatwave Godless Heatwave Drabbles ☪ღ❣♔

→ Picking Flowers ☪ღ❣♔

→ Paper Cranes ❣☪ღ♔

→ Seoksanhwa ❣☪ღ

→ Angel ❣ღ

→ Adore ღ

→ To Be Us [Two Shot] ☪ღ✓

→ Get You The Moon ❣☪ღ

→ Playful ❣☪

→ Feline Instinct ❣

→ Curious ღ

→ Fake Love ❣☪ღ

→ Greengreengreen ღ

→ Business Attire ღ

→ Somebody Else ☪ღ

→ Everythingoes ❣☪ღ

→ Stay the night ☪ღ

→ Insomnia ღ

→ Stuck With You ❣ღ

→ Falling in crayolove ❣☪

→ Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Out of the Blue ❣☪

→ The President’s Son [Series] ❣☪✓

→ A Matter of Shyness [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Sanctuary ❣☪ღ

→ Nerves on Edge ❣ღ

→ Surprise ☪ღ

→ SweetPea [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell [Series] ❣☪ღ✓♔

→ Ravenous ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝒥𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓀𝑜𝑜𝓀:

→ Kissing Fire [Series] ✓☪❣ღ♔

→ It Ain’t Me [Text AU] ☪✓

→ The millionaire and his lover ❣☪ღ

→ Hidden Stars [Series] ☪ღ✓

→ Beauty and The Beast ❣☪ღ

→ Since Day One ❣ღ

→ Don’t Wanna Fall [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Angel ❣ღ

→ Pink ღ

→ Noona ღ

→ Let Me Hold Them ღ

→ Pen Pals ❣☪ღ

→ Long Lost ❣☪

→ The Wedding Planners ❣☪ღ

→ Ice Prince ❣☪

→ New Romantics ❣☪

→ Microwave (Mis)adventures ❣☪ღ

→ Fire and Ice ❣

→ Contradict ❣☪ღ✓

→ Change of Heart ❣☪

→ Making the most out of a ghost (oh, we’re toast!) ❣☪ღ

→ Nervous Proposal [Two Part] ❣ღ✓

→ Home ❣☪

→ Falling Skies [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Howling For You ❣ღ

→ Hopping Mad For You ❣ღ

→ Preydator ❣

→ One Night, Two Parties ❣ღ

→ CHARMOLYPI [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Animal [Series] ☪ღ✓

→ A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon ❣☪ღ

→ Blizzard ❣ღ

→ Green Room ღ

→ High Rise ❣

→ Shark Week ❣

→ The Name Game ❣

→ Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So (Fucking Done) ღ

→ Itch ❣ღ

→ Ribbons ❣ღ

→ Everythingoes ❣☪ღ

→ Daddy ღ

→ His Name [Series] ☪✓

→ Moonlight Melody ❣☪

→ Room for Dessert [Series] ღ✓

→ Bite Me ❣☪ღ

→ Rebound ☪ღ

→ Lifeguard ❣☪ღ

→ Heartbreak Trials ☪ღ

→ Chess of Ice [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Crumbs ❣☪ღ

→ Krampus for Christmas ❣ღ

→ Nerves on Edge ❣ღ

→ 10 Beats Before The Light ☪ღ

→ Will You Make a Mess Now ❣ღ

→ Break My Mind’s Eye [Series] ☪ღ✓

→ SweetPea [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Love Alive ❣☪ღ

→ Picture Perfect ❣ღ♔

→ Every Breath You Take [Series] ❣☪ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝐵𝒯𝒮:

→ Save Me [Series] ✓☪❣ღ

→ Thesis It [Series] ✓ Prove It [Series] ✎ ☪❣ღ♔

→ Tomorrow [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Uncia [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Safe with me [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Please ღ

→ Protect Them [Safe with me sequel] ❣☪✓

→ Home [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Peppermint Mocha ❣ღ

→ Cum! BTS [Two Shot] ღ✓

→ The Seven Kinds of Love ❣☪ღ

→ Let Me Hold Them Again ❣ღ

→ Happy Holidays ❣

→ more recs coming soon

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my-rae · 6 years ago

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303 |Lee Byounggon|

When Byounggon has a crush on his next-door neighbor and friend but doesn’t even know their name.

Words: 2.8K

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): an awkward neighbor! Au + mentions of alcohol + idk I just hope you like this kdjsk + stream movie star peeps!!

This is a part of a silver boys series I’m currently writing. Find the masterlist here!

Feedback is very appreciated!

“Pleeease.”

"No.”

“No.”

“Gonie, please.”

“Those puppy eyes don’t work with me, Seunghun.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and pouted as he talked to his best friend.

“I can’t see why you don’t want to do it, there are only advantages! Look: we get some credits for our grade, we make friends, we-“

“We get less time to study, we look ridiculous since nobody would join and people from other clubs will make fun of us... Do I continue?”

That time, Seunghun frowned and gave his best friend a friendly punch on the shoulder. It had always been like that: Seunghun, the main dreamer; Byounggon, the realistic dreamer. It was obvious that Seunghun was going to be benefited by that stupid theatre club he wanted to create, after all, he majored in acting and he was basically raised inside a theatre. But for him? He’s majored in music, production of music to be accurate, how’s that going to help him apart from the credits?

“I’m not helping you this time, I’m sorry.”

That was a few months ago. Now, he finds himself with a notebook and list of the ones that are already inside the club.

“Bang Yedam and Kim Doyoung.” He reads out loud. “Why are some high schoolers joining the club? Isn’t it for college students only?”

“Haven’t you realized that the dance club began being only for students but some people of all ages ended up joining? It doesn’t really matter who joins, college students are the only ones getting some benefit though.” Seunghun explains and Byounggon nods, he is surprised at how his friend seems to be taking it seriously.

“Lee Midam.” He continues reading. “Noa Kazama, Kim Junkyu.”

“Our first member and dearest friend Jeon Woong.” Seunghun smiles fondly when he reads Woongs's name. He was the first person that joined and Seunghun will always be thankful to him. “And these two girls... Oh, let’s stop reading here.”

“Aren’t you like half dating one of them?”

“Shut up. She dropped, there’s only her friend in the club, I forgot to remove her name.” Byounggon decided not to comment anything else. After all, he seemed a bit down when talking about his girlfriend’s relationship with her friend. Byounggon didn’t know what happened, but he doesn’t know if he wants to know.

“Anyways, let’s keep this tomorrow okay? I think you have a class to plan and I have some things to do.”

“Okay friend.” Seunghun stood up from his bed, where he was sitting, and guided Byounggon to the front door to say goodbye properly, as he always did. Byounggon smiled at his friend and made his way to his apartment slowly.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s glad he has an apartment for his own. He won’t be able to become a real artist if he isn’t 100% focused on his music, and he doesn’t want to bother anyone with it, as well as he doesn’t want to be annoyed in that process. When he’s on his creative phase, he’s super energetic, but nobody is able to see it since he locks himself until he creates the song that matches his idea. After that, everything is happiness. However, when he’s going through a drought, is better not to talk to him until his mood is a bit better.

That’s probably another reason why he lives alone.

“Come on, Bx, you have this.” He tells himself. Right now he wishes he could write something, but with all the subjects to study, all the projects he has to create for class, and the fact that he is worried about Seunghun, he can’t really focus, and, as written before, he’s a bit unbearable.

He opens the door that guides to the balcony and he sits there on a chair while holding his guitar. He begins to play something, maybe that way, with the cold air of winter caressing him and with nobody to listen to him at sight, he can focus better. He tries, again, and again, and again, but fails to find something to inspire him to create a good track for his teacher. He begins to create a melody he likes but stops suddenly when something doesn’t match.

“Why did you stop?” He turns around to the sound of a very well known voice for him. He finds you sitting on a chair while having a cup of hot chocolate and your laptop in front of you. “I liked it.”

“I didn’t, that’s the problem.” He answers you.

Being honest, in spite of becoming unbearable when he has no inspiration, he wouldn’t talk to their neighbors like that, but he knows you well enough to talk to you openly.

“Are you going through another crisis, 301?” You ask the tall boy. He rolls his eyes, but when they meet yours, he knows he can’t lie to you.

“I am, I can’t really focus on my school projects because I have no inspiration and then I don’t know how to help my friend with the club I told you the other day.”

You listen to him carefully, as you use to. This is how your dynamic works: you could be freezing out there in the balcony, or melting under the hot summer sun, but you have created a bait to talk about your life and give each other a piece of advice when needed.

Funny when you don’t even know each other’s names, you just name each other after the apartment you live in.

“What’s wrong with the club? It isn’t working?”

“It’s going better than expected, Seunghun is happy already, but I know he wants more, and I want to help.”

“301, I’m going to give you my honest opinion, as I have always done.” You say. Byounggon begins to draw simple figures on a piece of paper to avoid looking into your eyes. “I think that you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Focus on what’s important now, because I see you’re already pretty overwhelmed with all the assignments you have to do. Talk to your friend and try to find a way to promote the club! As a marketing student, I can give you an example of flyers to hang around or to spread but just do me a favor and don’t try to carry all the weight of the situation, okay?”

He thanks God he’s looking down because he can feel his cheeks burning up. That’s your effect, he always thinks his heart is about to explode every time he talks to you as you’re always making sure he’s fine and giving him the best pieces of advice ever. He does the same to you, yes, that’s what friends are about, but he doesn’t think about you as just friends.

“Once again you’re right, 303, I’ll try to listen to you, thank you.” You smile and look at the time.

“No problem 301, I’ll bring them tomorrow if you want to.” You focus on your laptop again and sigh, that’s when he knows you’ll be complaining. “I have to finish this for tomorrow but this is so long 301. I went outside to talk to you and get some fresh air, but I’m afraid this will take longer than I expected.” You shiver when you finish and hug yourself.

“Are you cold?’“ He asks.

“A bit, but my roommate has all the blankets because I told her I didn’t want them.” You shake your head, thinking how dumb were you when you let her take all of them.

“Take my hoodie.” He suddenly says. “I’m not really cold, you can take it for tonight if you want to.” At first, you didn’t want to take the poor boy’s hoodie because he would freeze, but he is a very persistent person, so you end up wrapped around his hoodie and smelling his cologne.

You will mark this night on your calendar because you don’t know how you’ve ended up sleeping with his hoodie on.

“Seunghun I’m cold.” The brown-haired boy tells his friend when they get into the giant room where they plan everything about their club.

“Why didn’t you bring a hoodie? It's literally February, are you dumb?”

“I forgot I washed all my hoodies at the same time, and I lent 303 the only hoodie that isn’t wet.”

“You lent your crush your hoodie?”

“I did.” Seunghun smiles at how Byounggon didn’t even try to deny the fact that you’re his crush. “Oh god, Seunghun I really lent them my hoodie!”

“Congratulations on realizing mate.” He teases his friend, knowing how embarrassed he is. “You’re a step closer, now all you have to do is to ask their name!”

“I will, someday.”

Seunghun shakes his head in disapproval.

“Make up an excuse and talk to them! Don’t be a coward!”

Byounggon rolls his eyes, but he knows his friend is right.

“They said they were going to help me with the promotion of the club and was going to give me some flyers to spread and stuff.”

“They’re so nice!” Seunghun has stars in his eyes. “Haven’t they helped us already giving you some ideas?”

“They have.” You were the one who helped to design the sign and also spread it around your university too, that’s how close you are to Byounggon.

“Of only you confessed Bex, if only you confessed.” Seunghun has the theory that you like him too, but Byounggon thinks he is completely wrong. You would have thrown a sign already, right?

“Nothing will happen if I confess. We have a special neighbors relationship, I’ve been the fool that caught feelings here, they have nothing to do.” Seunghun rolls his eyes, but decides not to mention the topic again, he knows his friend doesn’t like to talk about it.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. By the way, are you coming to Chan’s party?”

“I haven’t been told about any party.”

“Yes, it’s in two days, Friday night, Woong said it last night on our group chat.” Byounggon curses at himself for being so distracted, he should talk more on their group chat.

“I’m not sure, I'll tell you later."

He saw it clear Thursday night when he got home. He began working on songs and lyrics that didn’t satisfy them as much as he would like to. Besides, you said you were going to show up, but you didn’t appear that night.

“What a shame.” He thought to himself. “I really wanted to talk to them today.” It’s the main disadvantage of not being completely close.

To: Pompompurin

So, party tonigh?

He sent the message to his friend before going to the university and his answer didn’t take long to come.

Pompompurin(4)

I can’t believe we’re going to a party.

FinaLLY.

I was feeling bored already.

Hyunsuk will be there too!

He sighs, Hyunsuk is also one of his best friends, but he’s not the right person to party with right now, he knows it the moment his friend offers him a cup with more alcohol than soda to equilibrate it.

“What are you drinking, Hyunsuk?” He asks his friend right when he comes into the party as he takes the cup from him so that he doesn’t drink much more. He has heard from Seunghun that he’s having some difficulties in his relationship and apparently the only thing he does now is going to parties.

“S fine friend.” Hyunsuk answers as he slur words.

He ends up drinking two more cups to prevent his friend from drinking that much, but he forgets that his tolerance to alcohol isn’t as good as Seunghun’s or Woong’s, so we can say he’s not drunk, but maybe a bit tipsy.

“I’m bored.” He tells Seunghun. “I don’t want to drink more from Hyunsuk’s cups, he’ll end up making a cocktail out of the water inside the vases.”

Seunghun laughs.

“Wait here, I’ll go pick up my coat and we’ll leave in a few minutes, okay?” But Seunghun shouldn’t have trusted a tipsy, bored Byounggon. He’s never an irresponsible person, but he becomes one when he’s in that state.

Byounggon ignores Seunghun’s calls, who thought he was still inside the party and was looking for him like crazy. On his way home, he thought of something he could do now that he could blame it on the alcohol, so instead of opening his door to come into his lonely apartment, he knocked at your door.

“301? What are you doing here?” You ask sleepily.

“Hi 303, I thought I’ll see you yesterday.” He says casually.

“Are you drunk?”

“Just tipsy.” You have only seen your neighbor drunk once, and the only difference was the strong scent of alcohol and that he was more flirty than usual. You know it’s bad to listen to drunk people, but when that night he opened his front door for you to come into his apartment and literally begged you to put him to sleep as he explained to you his life detail by detail, you could feel your heart warming up.

You know everything about Byounggon, but he forgot you know the following morning. You guess he thought it was his friend Seunghun and that’s why he asked no questions.

“Just tipsy? Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing mee.” He complains and laughs it off. “No, seriously, I’m perfectly fine, just more confident than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you want to come in?” You don’t know why you’ve asked him that, the boy you are absolutely crazy for? Half drunk? At your house? Without your roommate to be seen? Dangerous.

“I actually do. Someone told me they were going to show me some flyers, but didn’t appear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I missed you. I have been so worn out, I needed your light.” You feel your heart sinking and you have to remind yourself that he’s drunk.

“Okay, let me show you the flyers.” You do what you’re the best at, running away to calm your stupid heart down. You come back with a huge variety of flyers with colors and shapes and take a seat on the couch. He decides to follow your example, but he’s closer than you expected

He looks at the flyers amazed and you begin to rant about this one and that one and their stories behind. At some point, his eyes are not on the pieces of paper anymore, and they’re completely focused on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask him when you realize.

He shakes his head.

“You’re just very cute, 303.”

“Oh shut up.” You try to ignore his compliments, knowing he has a flirty personality when drunk.

“You are cute, but I’m tired of this.” Your heart stops.

“You’re drunk 301, let’s talk when you’re sober, okay?”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk, just braver than usual. That’s why I finally have the guts to say that I have like a huge crush on you.” You are completely shocked to say the least. Did you hear it right?

“Like a huge crush on me?” It is all that you can say.

“Okay, actually I really like you but it’s weird I mean, I don’t even know your name.” The fact that the Byounggon you use to know becomes a little child when he’s nervous and with alcohol in his system hits you when you realize he’s both, nervous and drunk, at this moment.

And, as you are nervous too, the only thing you can do is laugh it off.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouts. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk to say this, I should have guessed that you weren't going to take me seriously.”

“You drank so you could confess?”

“At first that wasn’t my purpose but let’s say it ended up like that, yes.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know, let’s not bring me down even more, okay?” You then realize that this is the moment, you must say what you feel now.

“Does the fact that I love you back makes you feel a bit better?” You ask the question smoothly, almost as if it wasn’t something that concerned you, but the truth is you were even more nervous than him.

Everything fades away when he smiles widely, happily. Your heart skips a beat, he’s defenitely the closest person to perfection in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll let you kiss me tomorrow, if you remember everything that has happened this night.”

“How can I let you know? Do you want me to kiss you right when I see you tomorrow?” The way he says it makes you blush, how can he take it like that when you still haven’t recovered?

“Please no! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Then what?”

“Call me by my name.”

“And what’s your name?” He asks, approaching you dangerously.

“Y/n.”

“Sounds nice.” He’s still getting closer and closer, but you don’t feel the need to move away. “You’ll always be my 303, though.”

You may or may not have finally kissed more than once that night.

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secndlife · 6 years ago

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pairing: yugyeom x reader

genre: stripper!au, smut

summary: it was your last night as a stripper, so why not enjoy it by devouring the cute, inexperienced and mesmerizing birthday boy?

word count: 11k

warnings: inexperienced!yugyeom, stripper!reader, sort of light public masturbation? noona kink (this is yugyeom’s #1 kink, i’m sure of it), unprotected sex (don’t to this shit kids), creampie, oral sex and a very long, descriptive smut.

song

a/n: i highly recommend you listen to this during the pole scene.

“I really don’t wanna do this.” Yugyeom sighed.

Bambam rolled his eyes at his friend and kept on dragging him by the hand across the streets filled with neon lights, “C’mon, it’s your birthday. This will be nice.”

Yugyeom didn’t actually relate the word “nice” to being forced to go to a strip club on his birthday. He thought “awkward” would suit his situation better - or maybe even “disgusting”. “It won’t.” He stated simply.

“It will,” his friend said in a positive tone, “You need to relieve some steam, you’ve been very stressed lately.”

“And how is going to a strip club supposed to help?” He really didn’t get the grasp of it. It all sounded fake and unappealing in his mind. Girls wearing close to zero clothes, dancing and rubbing against a pole while men threw money at them. How would that be helpful? He’d rather be at home, playing video games.

Bambam rolled his eyes once again, “You’ll see. Now please, try to keep an open mind, ok? I’ve been here a few times and they were all great.”

Yugyeom sighed.

“Oh, just one more thing. Don’t use your real name. No one around here does.”

Yugyeom nodded in defeat, trying to come up with something that sounded okay in his head, and stared at the purple neon sign above his head that said “Teaser”. The name was interesting, at least. The big walls were painted in a deep, black tone and the contrast with the purple neon made it seem cheaply erotic.

There was a tall and strong security guard against the silver door that quickly recognized Bambam and allowed the two men to enter the place without a question. Yugyeom raised an eyebrow and followed the youngest inside, “How many times exactly have you been here?” He took in his surroundings, not yet being able to fully see the place while walking down the dark corridor.

Bambam walked confidently and expertly across the black wooden floor, being more familiar with this path than he was willing to admit to his friend, “Just a few. Now stop questioning me.” Yugyeom rolled his eyes, knowing fully well his best friend was lying.

After a few seconds, they finally reached the main area and Yugyeom’s eyes were hit by a lighter and again purple neon, mixed with white blinking lights, allowing you to see everything and nothing at the same time. There were multiple beige leather couches that made the place look less cheap. The characteristic strip poles were spread all across the saloon, being placed above glittery platforms and surrounded by also beige chairs. The place also had a main stage - it shined just like the platforms that supported the poles and there were several men around it waiting for the next show to start.

Yugyeom scanned the room, eyes curiously moving around and seeing lots of men who seemed to be truly amused by the performing ladies across their eyes. His eyes finally settled at the bar that was placed by the corner of the strip club and then he was met with inspecting eyes against his obviously out of place figure. He knew he shouldn’t have worn these shoes - high tops are too childish!

You were standing at the bar like you usually did before coming up on stage when your eyes landed on him. In front of him you saw a regular, B., but he, he was new. He looked like a lost puppy. He looked like a virgin kid who had never been to a strip club. Yet, there was something different about him, you could feel it, and that’s why you couldn’t stop staring.

Yugyeom blushed instantly, not being used to this kind of questioning interaction. Little did he know you almost broke a smile watching the blush creep up his cheeks. He lowered his head and heard Bambam say something he didn’t properly hear, “What?”

“I said let’s go grab a drink,” he said, bumping his friend’s shoulder and walking towards the bar. “And look up, there’s no need to be shy.”

As Yugyeom rolled his eyes and continued to keep his head low, following Bambam like a child following his experienced father, he could feel that someone was still staring at him. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be invisible or leave this place, whichever option was easier.

When they reached the bar, he had no other choice than to finally look up. When he did, he saw Bambam talking to you, the woman who was staring at him. You had your back against the counter, a pink drink in hand and a black silky robe across your skin.

“Hi, Ariel,” his friend said with a smile.

You smiled back, “Hi, B.” You pointed at Yugyeom with your head, eyebrow raised in pure curiosity, and took a sip of your drink, “Who’s the kid?”

Bambam looked at Yugyeom, who seemed to be hiding behind his friend. “He’s not a kid. His name is-”

“YG.” Yugyeom interrupted his friend and finally looked up. The name sounded just as fake as it did when he first thought of it.

You smiled, amused, “Hi, YG. Nice to meet you.” He looked lost and uncomfortable. You could bet a million dollars he’d rather be anywhere but here tonight.

“It’s his birthday tonight, I was thinking he could have some fun in here.”

You chuckled, “Really? He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying, though.”

Yugyeom blushed again. Cute, you thought. “No! That’s not it…”

“It’s ok, kiddo. Not everyone likes to see half-naked women dancing against poles and being explored by disgusting men, no matter how hot they look.”

Yugyeom’s eyes went wide, while Bambam laughed. “You’re feisty today, huh?”

You took another sip of your drink, “I afford to be, today’s my last day.”

Bambam leaned in against the bar and ordered two tequila shots, “Really? Finally getting out?”

“Finally,” you let out a sigh in relief.

For some reason, Yugyeom was happy to hear that you would no longer work there. You looked too beautiful and had too much of a strong personality to be working in a place like that. You deserved better, he thought.

“Is Lila here today?” Bambam asked you with an excited tone.

“Yeah, she’ll probably be here any second. She just performed.”

“Great,” he said, turning his attention to Yugyeom. “C’mon, let’s drink this. It’ll lose you up.”

For the first time in the night, Yugyeom felt like his friend had a nice idea. He wasn’t a weak drinker so he liked tequila - and it would probably really help him get less tense and shy. Both boys clinked their shots and took the liquid down in one go. Yugyeom could feel the tingling sensation against his throat while the tequila went down his system. After a few seconds, he heard Bambam hum in content and finally looked up, finding your eyes on him once again.

“One tequila finally makes you look up? Wonder what two will do,” you teased him.

Yugyeom felt lighter somehow and just chuckled, “We’ll see soon enough.”

You laughed and took the remainings of your drink in one go, nodding at him. His voice was definitely deeper than his baby features made you guess. This man - or should you still say, boy? - was intriguing to you. Usually, you’re annoyed at the ones who give out the same vibes as him - virgin, inexperienced vibes. You weren’t there to teach, you were there to entertain. But him… there was something about him that made you curious, interested even. Maybe it was how pretty his face was. Or the way his tall and sexy body, covered in all black, contrasted with his embarrassed posture and rosy cheeks. Or all the other controversies that seem to be built in him. Maybe it was just him. You couldn’t really tell. You just knew he was intriguing you and you wanted to know more about him - which wouldn’t happen while he was hiding behind his friend.

As if fates could hear you, you spotted Olivia, who was known there as Lila, coming out of the dressing room. Bambam spotted her before you could even draw a breath and waved at her, motioning for Lila to go to the three of you. He quickly ordered a martini - her favorite drink - and leaned against the counter, smoothly. You chuckled at his desperation to look cool to your co-worker and friend and saw Yugyeom do the same. Cute, you thought.

After a few seconds, Lila reached you with a smile on her face, “Hi B.” Her voice was velvety, sensual.

Bambam had a smile across his lips, one that Yugyeom had never seen, even in years of knowing each other. He shook his head in disapproval, but the smile in his lips said he was amused by the situation. He took the opportunity to ask for another drink - a beer this time.

Bambam quickly moved to Lila’s side, “Hey, baby.” Yugyeom snorted, he couldn’t believe his friend was this close to Lila. Maybe he wasn’t and was just showing off. Either way, it was all very amusing to him now that he wasn’t that uptight.

You really didn’t wanna pay attention to whatever B. and your friend would start doing anytime soon, as interesting and fun as it could be, so you decided to move closer to the other man and get yourself busy before your performance. “So,” you said, standing by his side.

“So?” Yugyeom questioned you, still too shy to look you in the eyes, but not shy enough to look down, the liquor giving him the courage to speak, which was already something.

“Why are you here when you don’t want to be?” You really wanted to figure him out because something was telling you he wasn’t the classic man-boy you were used to seeing there.

Yugyeom shrugged, “Bam-,” his eyes widen when he realized he almost said his friend’s name, breaking his rule. He coughed. “B. wanted me to do something fun for my birthday and since I’ve been stressed he thought this would help.”

“And you don’t agree?” You looked at him and met his side profile, his nose was too beautiful and it made you wanna kiss it.

“I don’t know…” He sounded honest. “I’ve never been anywhere like this and I just don’t think this is a good place.”

You shook your head, “It isn’t.”

“That’s why you’re leaving, right?” Yugyeom questioned you, almost side-eyeing you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t believe you were actually leaving. Finally, after what felt like years and years of working in a place that you did something that went against a lot of the things you believed in. “I started doing this out of necessity and now I finally don’t need it anymore.”

Yugyeom finally felt brave enough so he looked at you, a gentle smile across his lips, “Good for you, really.”

You smiled at him, “Thanks.” You turned around and ordered another drink, a beer this time to match Yugyeom. “How old are you turning today?”

Without much thinking, Yugyeom answered, “22, like the Taylor Swift song.” Yugyeom regretted his words right away. Why the fuck is he mentioning a song like that to a stripper? He couldn’t believe himself.

You let out a small chuckle. “Cute. I’m your noona, then.”

The moment the word noona left your lips, Yugyeom felt it right in his pants. He had a thing for older women, he liked to be taught and guided. He swallowed hard, shifting in his place uncomfortably, “Y-yeah.”

You narrowed your eyes at his actions, realizing something had affected him. After thinking for a few seconds, you guessed it but didn’t mention it. Good, you’d save that information for later.

With the silence settling, Yugyeom took some time to take in your figure. His first thought was how beautiful you were. Not hot, beautiful. He felt like the word hot didn’t actually do you justice. The black robe was accentuating your skin and he wondered what would be underneath it, cheeks instantly getting a light shade of pink across them. You realized he was staring so he spoke the first thing he could think of, “Why Ariel?”

His question caught you off guard. Usually, guys asked you how much would it be for a private session or if you have a boyfriend, being nowhere near interested in you like he seemed to be. It’s not that he sounded childish, it’s just that he sounded genuine and that’s completely unheard of in this industry. “Huh?”

He explained himself, “I mean, that’s not your real name, is it?”

You shook your head, “It isn’t.”

He nodded and then repeated the question, “Then why Ariel?”

“I like the princess,” you stated simply. “I mean, I hate how she gave away her fucking voice over a man, but I like her. I like how passionate and young spirited she is. It reminds me of myself back then.” You felt like you overshared, but you honestly didn’t care. He did make you feel safe enough where you didn’t feel like you overstepped a boundary that could eventually harm you. Besides, you were leaving anyway.

The man listened carefully and then nodded, taking in the information. You seemed strong, even though your words made it seem like life had already taken a toll on you. He wondered if you were still hurting. After a few seconds, he broke the silence, “I hope you can get back to being like that again once you leave this place.” He sounded genuine and almost naive.

He caught you off guard once again by how mature he sounded. And yet, he behaved like a kid over some exposed bodies and sexy dances. You just couldn’t figure him out. And that made you want to even more. “Thanks,” you said, “I don’t think I can, but thanks.”

After a few sips of your bear, you decided to order two tequila shots and offered him one. “Let’s see if two shots can make you watch me perform without blushing.”

He took the glass with a small smile on his face, his cheeks still red and burning even more now just by the mention of you being against a pole, “You dancing tonight?”

You nodded, “Yeah, in a few.” You bumped your glass onto his and smirked, “Cheers.” You took down the liquid in one fluid motion, being used to the strong taste of tequila by this point in your life. Yugyeom mimicked you, also drinking the content in one go.

Once the glasses were placed back on the counter, you tiptoed and reached for his ear, hand resting against his firm shoulder, “You should watch me, you know…” If you had to choose someone to dance to on your last day, he’d be the one. Something about him made you wanna break all the rules that came with this job - the most important one being the one that doesn’t allow you to sleep with clients.

Yugyeom swallowed dry, the warmth that irradiated from your body and your breath close to his ear making him suddenly shy again, “Y-yeah…” He cleared his throat and you moved away, back resting against the counter once again and a smirk placed in your lips. You happily realized you had affected him, even after two shots of tequila and a beer - cute. Maybe later you could unwrap him like a Christmas present in one of the private rooms as your goodbye gift to yourself. He choked lightly as if he could somehow relieve the pressure that was building up inside him and decided to change the topic when he realized his friend wasn’t even there anymore, “Do you know where B. is?”

You chuckled, “Probably in one of the private rooms with Lila. That’s where he always is.”

Before Yugyeom could ask you further about that, he heard the bartender call your name, “Ariel,” you turned to him. “You’ll be up in the main stage in 5, so you might wanna go to the dressing room.”

You smiled at Yugyeom, “That’s my queue.” You shot him a wink before biting your lips, “You should really watch me, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

The look you had when you left took Yugyeom’s breath away. His throat got dry and the room was suddenly too small. Fuck. He thought he’d really hate of all this - that was ‘til he saw you. He was confused by how much you could affect him with an action as simple as a wink thrown his way.

“She’s some work,” the bartender said. “And she likes you.”

Yugyeom shot him a confused look, “What?”

“She never talks about herself and she has never told anyone to watch her the way she just did to you,” the man gave Yugyeom a pat on the shoulder. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Yugyeom blinked while his brain tried to process the information he had just received. You liked him? Well, he wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but he liked you too. He truly thought he’d be sitting alone at the bar, feeling bored and disgusted by half the things that happened in that place. When he saw you, he felt something - he felt shy, embarrassed under your stare. He felt hot like his skin was on fire. He wanted to get to know you, you for you and not you for Ariel. He also wanted to do multiple things to you - with you. No, scratch that, he wanted you to do things to him. He wanted you to dance for him and him only, he wanted you on his lap and on his lips. He wanted you. The more aware he got of that, the shyer he got. Yugyeom was very inexperienced when it came to sexual matters. He wasn’t a virgin, but sex altogether made him self conscious and embarrassed, too scared to make a mistake and fuck things up. Somehow, the idea of you, someone who he was sure to be more experienced, teaching him things, leading him where you wanted, needed him, made his pants seem too tight and his skin too hot. Before he could let his thought travel too much, he ordered another beer and saw a man he imagined to be the host - he didn’t even know strip clubs had hosts - take the spotlight on the main stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” were there any ladies customers in the place? Yugyeom quickly scanned the room and saw maybe two, curiously wondering what they thought of everything. “Today’s a very sad day for Teaser,” the host’s tone was loud and if you asked Yugyeom he didn’t quite actually sound sad. “One of our main performers has decided to leave us.” The crowd shouted their disappointed ahs and ohs and booed loudly. “Yes, unfortunately, our beloved Ariel,” by the mention of her name, the crowd sounded even more distressed. She seems popular, Yugyeom thought while the host continued talking, “has decided to pursue another path. This will be her last performance with us so make sure you all enjoy it properly because I know she’ll put on quite a show.” The men positioned around the main stage were letting out excited screams now, a bit too eager even, Yugyeom thought, for the show that’d take place in front of them in a few seconds. Yugyeom rested his body against the counter, standing right across the center of the main stage, which gave him a great view of everything. “Without further ado, please give it up for Ariel!” The host left the stage, the spotlight moving towards the black velvet and the screaming men clapping and welcoming you to the stage.

A loud, filled with bass song started echoing through the place while you opened the curtain and stepped into the stage powerfully. Yugyeom’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You were wearing a long sleeved fishnet and a leathery one piece with delicate straps and cuts around your waist. The black high heels accentuated your look and shaped your legs in ways people would think they were sculpted by Gods themselves. Your hair was loose, framing your face perfectly. The light make-up against your skin contrasted the powerful clothes that hugged your figure. Yugyeom felt like he could see every single curve of your and nothing at the same time.

The moment you stepped on stage, your eyes landed on him. He was right in your direction, eyes widened in shock. You shot him a wink and walked towards the pole by the end of the stage, steps rhythmically matching the beat of the music that echoed through the room. Men yelled your name by your feet, already throwing money at the stage before you could even reach the pole, but you didn’t pay them any attention - all you could see was him, the handsome, shy and intriguing man that blushed with your every move.

Yugyeom felt like he couldn’t breathe. You looked insanely sexy in those black clothes and teasing look and when you shot him a wink, he was gone. He was in a trance and he wouldn’t look away even if he wanted to - not that he truly did. You didn’t wanna look away either and he noticed it. He felt special seeing someone that sexy and imposing giving him that much attention when there were other men with money at your feet. Maybe the strip club wasn’t a bad idea after all.

You walked towards the pole that stood at the end of the main stage runway slowly, staring at Yugyeom to make sure he was watching. When you saw the blushing across his cheeks and the way he held his bottle of beer too tightly, you knew you had him - and you had barely even started. You scanned the men sitting around the stage but didn’t really look at them, they weren’t your focus tonight. Once you’ve reached the pole, you turned around and let the cold metal bar fit against your skin. You bent, allowing them to see your exposed ass. Modesty aside, it was your money maker. Men shouted when they saw the pole settled against your butt cheeks, the cold material making you shiver slightly.

His pants felt extremely tight by now. Yugyeom felt like he had never seen something this arousing. That view of your ass was sending his imagination to places it has never been before, making him wish it was his member that found a home between those two glorious pieces of flesh. He swallowed dry and his knuckles were turning white against the cold bottle of beer.

You got back up and stretched your arms up, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song you had chosen for that night. You then reached for the pole, your right hand grasping it hard to firm itself. You stepped around it slowly, letting your customers enjoy the view, legs moving with grace and ease. You launched your body forward and grasped at the pole higher, one leg attaching itself to the metal bar, hanging yourself and letting the motion spin you around for a few seconds. Your feet stood at the ground once again and you allowed your hand to move against the pole again, fingertips touching it slowly, dragging against it as you eyed up the boy twisting in his chair not that far from you. You then grasped it firmly, one hand upper and the other on your waistline. You launched your body and spun around, legs hanging and moving across the air.

Yugyeom felt like he was going to explode anytime soon. He could feel the blood running from his brain to his cock embarrassingly fast. He was mesmerized by you, by how experient and confident you were. By how gracefully you did your job in a sea of horny and desperate men. By how fucking strong you needed to be doing those moves. By how you kept staring at him while you hanged yourself against the pole, giving him a look and wanting to send him a message he felt too overwhelmed by the possibilities it could bring. After he saw you do a few more tricks, he found himself getting tired of just watching you. He needed some sort of relief and he needed it now. He finished his beer in one go and decided to take a seat at one of the stools, figuring that the dirty move he was about to make now would be less noticeable if he was sitting. He sat down and looked away from you for a second just to make sure no one was actually paying attention to him - no one but you.

You noticed him moving right away, his long legs moving to the stool and him sitting down. You also noticed the look on his face - it was similar to the one a child has when he’s about to do something wrong. You slowed down your moves to get the chance to actually figure out what he was about to do and when you saw it, the smirk on your lips couldn’t be big enough to match the excitement in your stomach. He was palming himself through his jeans, hands grasping at the hard material to apply some friction and relieve the tension in his system. He squeezed his eyes shut, teeth grasping at his bottom lip and you thought he looked absolutely delicious, especially with the tint of pink he had in his cheeks.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes in alarm, reminding himself he was in a public place. When he had adjusted to the light, he was met with your amused gaze. He felt embarrassed and exposed, but honestly, he didn’t care, this was all your fault so you might as well watch it. He mouthed “This is on you.” while his hand left his crotch and rested against his thigh, fists closed hard and fingertips drawing red marks in his palm.

You had been on this job for a while now and none of the men that have been on Teaser has ever gotten you this turned on - or even turned on at all. What this guy was doing to you was no joke. You wanted nothing more than to get him in a private room and break him into revealing the pretty, needy moans you were sure he’d let out.

You had been on the stage for a few minutes now, limbs growing tired of hanging yourself against the pole, but you were gonna give him a grand finale, a view that would make him yours for the night. You gathered the remainings of our strength and got yourself on the pole upside down, ass facing Yugyeom. The moment you spread your legs wide, the men around you let out animalistic screams. They howled and shouted your name multiple times. After a few seconds, you got yourself down and looked at Yugyeom. He couldn’t believe his eyes - if it wasn’t for the fact that his jeans were black and the dimmed lights, he was positive everyone would see the forming bulge in his pants. It was official, you were the hottest and sexiest person he had ever laid eyes on and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you could possibly be as turned on by him as he was by you. He wasn’t misinterpreting this whole situation, right? You stared at him the whole performance, you shot him winks and licked your lips at the sight of him. You wanted him too. Fuck, if you didn’t he’d have to wank in the bathroom forever to the image of you then.

After bowing and blowing kisses for the men around the stage, saying goodbye to that place, you gathered your tips and got yourself out of the spotlight, stepping backstage. Now you just needed to get that boy in the private room. You’d break all the rules tonight and you honestly couldn’t care less. You figured he’d still be at the bar and decided to text Brad, the bartender, to send him your way at the private room. Your fingers moved quickly against the screen, hands typing with excitement. After pressing send, you got yourself back on your robe and headed towards the private room with a 17 engraved by the door.

The room was dark due to the dimmed light and it wasn’t that big. This particular one had red walls and big black leather couches - big enough to fit around five people, so it’d give you plenty of space to fuck that guy like there was no tomorrow. Fuck, you needed him so bad you were planning on doing him on each corner available. There was also a leather chair that you were planning on sucking him off like a lollipop on it. Or maybe ride him. Or both. You made yourself comfortable, taking off your heels and robe and sitting down to wait for him. After letting your mind wander across all the things you wanted to do to him, you heard a light knock on the door.

You let out a breath in relief - some part of you was scared that he might actually be too embarrassed for this, but if your instinct was right, he’d be driven by how horny he was. And you were right. You opened the door and found a blushing Yugyeom, licking your lips at the sight.

“H-hi,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow at him, smirk planted against your painted lips, “Hi, baby.” You moved to the side so he could come inside. You closed the door behind him and locked it, making sure no one would interrupt you. “Did you like the show?”

Yugyeom wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do now. When the bartender tapped his shoulder and announced you were waiting for him at the private room number 17, he didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea, but now that it was happening, he felt nervous, to say the least. That didn’t even suggest the number of feelings bubbling at the top of his stomach. So now he was just standing there in the middle of a semi-dark room with red walls and leather couches that made him think of fifty shades of grey, with you in your performance clothes and him wearing tight ass jeans and a boner. He felt you moving closer, the warmth of your body irradiating in his direction along with your smell. Fuck, you smelled really good. “Yeah, I did. You looked…” he started, his voice trembling so much he sounded 13 years old.

He felt your breasts against his clothed back and hissed at the contact, stopping mid-sentence. You were shorter than him, so you circled your arms around his waist and allowed your hands to roam around his broad chest. With a light chuckle, you said, “Calm down, I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” Your fingers then got bolder and decided to touch his abs below his shirt, lightly, barely grazing against the skin and you felt him shiver against your fingertips. “Nervous?” you asked close to his ear while your hands kept on touching him, leaving burning traces behind them. He nodded, his mouth dry and the words dead against the back of his throat. “I didn’t hear you,” you teased.

He swallowed dry, eyes closed shut and breathing erratic already, “Y-yes.”

You placed a soft peck on his back to calm him down, “Don’t be. Noona will treat you really well.” As soon as that word entered his ears, he let out an involuntary moan. Bingo. You got your hands out of his shirt and decided to palm his bulge.

“Shit.” He was getting rock hard. If things kept on moving at this pace he’d cum embarrassingly fast, he was sure. He had to control himself but how could he when you were… Well... You?

You palmed him lightly, barely enough for him to feel it, “You’ve done this, right?”

He stuttered, breath caught between his teeth, words hard to combine into full sentences when your fingers were right there but the pressure was so light he could barely feel it. “Y-yes, but-”

“Not like this?” you pecked his back again. You knew he was inexperienced, you just wanted to hear him say it. You just wanted to teach him. You hated when virgin boys came to Teaser to be taught, you weren’t a teacher - they should learn things in sex-ed class, but this boy… He could ask you anything and you’d be happy to teach him the world.

“No.” He could barely breathe now, the feeling of your hands against him already being too much for him to handle without turning into putty.

“It’s ok, baby,” you moved your hands back up again, wrapping them softly against his middle. “I’ll teach you, ok?”

Yugyeom nodded in agreement. His mind was buzzing now, lost in all the possibilities of what would happen next. Would you suck him off? He’d enjoy that for sure. Would you let him eat you out? Fuck, if he could make you cum he’d be so proud of himself.

You untangled yourself from him and moved to his face, stepping forward ‘til he found himself backed against the red wall. Your breath hitting his face, sweet and hot against his lips when you asked, “Can you tell me your real name?” You started to remove his shirt, the cold air conditioning hitting his skin and giving him goosebumps.

He raised his arms to help you undress him, completely anesthetized by your sweet talk. “It’s Yugyeom.”

You were greeted by two black-inked tattoos on his rib cages. They seemed nice. Your fingers danced across them lightly, making him shiver under your touch. You smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his chest gently, hands placed against his firm arms. He moaned and closed his eyes. “Such a pretty name for a pretty boy, huh?” you said between your ministrations.

Yugyeom let out a breath, “Aren’t you gonna tell me yours?”

You moved higher, licking at his collarbone. He was so pretty. So so pretty. “Should I?” you said, biting down against his skin.

He moaned, “Please.”

You got even higher, sucking at his neck now. You took your time there, finding out from the sounds he was making that it was one of his soft spots. Cute. After a few seconds, you moved to his ear, sucking on his earlobe and finally giving him your name, “I’m Y/N.” The only reason why you had told him that was because you couldn't wait to hear how nice it’d roll off his lips while you were making him feel good.

You pulled back and he opened his eyes, staring at you with expectation across his face. You leaned in, hands around his neck, and finally placed your lips against his. You sighed in content as soon as you felt how soft his lips were. It started off slow, no tongues, Yugyeom still being a bit overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

You suddenly felt his hesitant hands grasp at your ass and you moaned, pressing yourself against his body and tugging at the hair on his nape lightly. When you moaned, he got more confident and hungrier. You felt his tongue against your bottom lip and he tasted oh so good. The kiss got faster, needier. He squeezed your ass and pressed you against his crotch. He was rock hard already and you moaned at the feeling of his bulge pressing against you through your mere, thin clothes. “Fuck. So hard for me already, baby.” One of your hands left his neck to palm him through his jeans while he was suddenly kissing on your neck.

“Noona, take them off, please,” he said against your neck, referring to his jeans. They felt too tight and he wanted to feel your touch better - he needed it.

You moaned when he bit down a sensitive place, “I will, baby.” You were enjoying the feeling of his lips against your neck. You kept on palming him and he hummed against your skin, sending delicious tingling sensations to your core. You could sense how wet you were already, his body against yours being all you wanted to feel, his moans being the only sound you wanted to hear. After enjoying his kisses and teeth on you some more, you backed down and started to unbuckle his belt, looking at him with a smirk. He blushed instantly at your firm actions. You pecked his lips, “You’re really cute.”

Hearing he was cute wasn’t the first thing he wanted to hear during sex, but coming from you, it turned him on even more. He felt you unbutton his jeans, not yet fully removing them, and choosing to now feel him through his boxers. He felt your hands grip him not quite the way he really wanted and he jolted his hips into your hand. “Noona, please. Give me something.”

You chuckled at his desperation, now tracing the outlines of his cock with your fingertips, “Am I not giving you enough already?”

“Y-you are…” he breathed, letting his head fall back on the wall and closing his eyes, “I just…”

One of your hands went back to his chest, nails running across it and leaving behind all kinds of red marks, while the other one kept working on Yugyeom. “You’re being a really good boy, so maybe I should really give you some more...” You focused on his tip now, gently rubbing it, the friction of the fabric doing wonders to the man.

“Fuck. Please,” he said. Begging was really a look on him, you thought while scanning his face, his dark hair starting to stick to his forehead due to the droplets of sweat that were forming.

You got down on your knees and instructed him, “Look at me while I suck you off.” When Yugyeom looked down, feeling his boxers being removed and pooling on his ankles along with his jeans, he almost came with the sight alone. You grabbed his already hard cock with one hand and started to rub it slowly, making the man in front of you tremble. He instinctively closed his eyes, “No, eyes on me,” you said, looking upon him while you stroked his tip now.

“Noona, I-I can’t,” he cried out, embarrassed by how pathetic he sounded. He’d cum way to fast if he watched you like that and he knew it.

You sighed in disapproval, tone amused and teasing, “Thought you’d have better self-control then to cum barely untouched, baby.” You held his cock by the base and gave it an experimental lick, only to be gifted with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard in your life, sending waves of arousal straight to your core. “You like that?”

He nodded eagerly. You were having fun teasing him, testing him, but you figured you’d have even more fun with his cum being shot down your throat. You decided to take him in your mouth, lips swirling against his tip as he hissed. “Oh my god,” Yugyeom gasped, involuntarily bucking his hips slightly.

You started bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could, but all in slow, deliberate moves. After a few times, you decided to take him fully. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, he grabbed your head in reflex. He tasted good, all salty and aroused, pre-cum starting to form at his tip. One of your hands made its way to his balls and started massaging them, dragging out another whine out of Yugyeom who threw his head backward, showcasing his long neck.

You kept on bobbing your head up and down his shaft, one hand keeping the base firm so you could use your lips with majesty. You released his tip with a popping sound, hands quickly replacing them, “Look at me just for a sec, won’t you?” You needed him to see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth, you wanted him to have that picture engraved in his mind.

He was still resisting, shaking his head in disagreement, “No, it’ll make me cum.” Fuck. He needed to control himself, but how could he when the hottest and sexiest and most beautiful girl on the planet was sucking him off like he was the most delicious thing she has ever tasted?

You licked a prominent vein, making him shiver, “Then cum. We have time. C’mon, look at me while I make you cum. Look at noona.”

He inhaled slowly as if he knew the view he’d have in seconds would be too much for him to take. When he opened his eyes, you got your mouth on him again, now bobbing your head faster and focusing on his tip. When Yugyeom’s eyes finally met yours, you took him all the way down, deepthroating him. He moaned loudly at your action, struggling to keep his eyes on you. You bobbed your head some more, swallowing around him. You could feel he was gonna cum soon. He felt it too, getting embarrassed and blushing at his lack of discipline.

You, on the other hand, loved it. You were loving the fact that it took you this little work to make him a moaning mess under your touch. You were loving how sensitive and submissive he was to you. You kept your eyes on Yugyeom and released him for a few seconds just to encourage the man, “You can cum. Cum for noona, baby.”

That’s it, a few words and he was gone, his high washing over him like waves and waves of pleasure. As soon as you got him back in your mouth, you felt the salted taste of his cum against your tongue. You kept on bobbing your head while his legs shook in euphoria, shivering slightly even. He muttered several curse words under his breath, all of them mixed with sinful moans. You licked his tip and he hissed at the overstimulation, “N-noona… Fuck. Fuck!” You took him all the way back again and he whined, not being able to look at you anymore, eyes shut in desperation, “Please. It hurts, oh my god. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t.”

You swallowed around him one last time and finally released his sensitive, reddened cock. Yugyeom’s head was thrown back on the wall, his breath frantic and fists closed. He looked breathtaking, black hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks, and nose bright pink, eyes closed and heavy breathing. You stroked his thighs gently, giving it small pecks while he tried to put himself back together. After a few seconds, you stood up in front of him again, splaying your hands across his chest, his skin filled with goosebumps. “You ok?”

He looked at you again, cheeks painted in burning red and his lungs still struggling to keep his breathing under control, “Y-yeah. That was-”

You interrupted him, a smile on your lips, “I know.” Your index and a middle finger traced their way from his navel to his collar bones, “Now how about you be a good boy and help me out too, huh?” He looked shy, the red in his cheeks getting more and more intense as the words came out of your mouth, “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you, ok?”

While two of your fingers danced across Yugyeom’s collarbone, your other hand removed his hair out of his forehead. He was hypnotizing. Everything about him made you wanna stare for hours and get lost in the pretty sounds that escaped his lips in response to your every action.

Yugyeom thought about your request - he really wanted to do this. He wanted to make you feel as good as you had made him feel minutes ago. Of course, he had given head to girls before, but they weren’t you. He didn’t want to impress them as much as he wanted to impress you. He was just scared he’d let you down, but something in your eyes made him feel secure, safe even. So he decided to try it out. He nodded to you, knowing well that the look on his face definitely showed you he wasn’t exactly a pro. He got fully out of his jeans, boxers and shoes off, getting himself comfortable. He looked at you - he was entirely naked while you were still fully dressed.

As if you could read his thoughts, you turned around, “Unzip me.”

Yugyeom’s long fingers removed your hair out of your back as he gently leaned in and planted a kiss against your shoulder, right between one of the holes of your fishnet shirt. This was all new to you. Not only the sleeping with a customer thing, especially since that was Teaser’s #1 rule, but being treated like you’re actually precious. You’re used to being the prey, not the predator. And that was exactly the change you needed tonight. His soft lips against your skin made you shiver and he noticed it, the reaction of your body doing wonders to his ego.

Yugyeom got back to the task in hand - getting you naked. Not that there was a lot to remove from you, anyways. He took the straps off your shoulder and unzipped the one pieced clothing. It hugged your body in all the right curves, so he had to pull the material down. His lips left kisses to replace the leather material that once touched your skin, even getting on his knees so he could get it off of you properly. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol he had consumed earlier or if he was just intoxicated by you, but he was even bold enough to leave a bite against your ass cheek. The way his teeth felt uncertain against your skin made you giggle.

You decided he was taking way too much time and decided to remove the fishnet shirt yourself and he whined, biting your ass a bit harder now, “I wanted you to keep that.”

You let out a chuckle, hands reaching behind yourself so you could touch him, “Getting bold, aren’t we?” He blushed for the nth time that night. “Nah, I want you to see me fully.”

Fuck. How did he get that lucky? This had gone from being one of his worst birthdays to one of the best in a matter of minutes - and he loved it.

When he was finally done with undressing you, you moved to the black leather couch, laying down and sighing in content at the feeling of the material against your back. Yugyeom was standing in the same place you’ve left him, still nervous about what he was going to do next.

You felt how anxious he was and you wanted to reassure him, “Come here, I need you,” you pleaded.

You needed him. Yugyeom never really thought someone could actually need him, especially not in a sexual context and especially not someone like you. The wonders that sentence did to his ego couldn’t be explained in words.

Yugyeom finally came to his senses and moved towards the couch, getting on top of you. His arms were resting next to your head, legs between yours and body just not as close as you wanted. He stared at you for a few seconds, your hands caressing his arms, “You’re really beautiful, did you know that?”

He had surprised you once again, his soft words so kindly placed in the midst of all the sex atmosphere making the butterflies in your stomach dance around. He sounded genuine, pure. Once again, showing you a side you thought you could never imagine seeing in someone in a place like this. You knew he wasn’t just saying it, he meant it, you felt it in his voice. You looked at him with a delicate smile, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” you said in a teasing tone before pulling him down to feel him on you once again.

In years you had never felt lips as soft as his, humming in content as they moved against yours. You traced the outline of his honey like bottom lip as your tongue finally entered his mouth. It felt heavenly, like that was the man you were supposed to kiss forever. Your tongues danced together in a mix of hums and exciting moans. After a while, you surprisingly felt one of his hands expertly map the sides of your ribcage, being dangerously close to your breasts. He took action and gently moved towards your nipple, massaging it in soft motions. You let out a moan he was quick to swallow, lips still hard and hungry against yours.

Yugyeom stroked your breast with his fingertips, your nipple instantly responding to his touch, perking up as he stimulated it. He then finally moved down with his lips, his hot breath coming in contact with your neck. There, he left bites and a mixture of purple and blue marks that he was proud of himself for it. You moaned his name when he moved to your collarbone, teeth gazing against the skin, “Fuck, Yugyeom. This feels really good. Such a good boy,” you praised.

Your hands wandered across his body, touching every place they could reach - his shoulders, his back, his neck, his head, everywhere. He went further down and licked the valley between your breasts as you hummed in delight. Supporting himself with one hand, the other took its time with your right boob while his tongue sucked on the left nipple, a mix of sensations and arousal making your head spin. You breathed out a few curse words, the feeling of his hot ministrations being too much to handle without a word. He switched it up after a few seconds, not wanting to neglect a single part of your body.

Your moans kept Yugyeom going like nothing in this world could, fueling his ego and making him want to please you even more. He left a trail of kisses and gentle licks as he moved towards your navel, nibbling at the skin just enough to give you a tingling sensation. He finally settled himself between your legs, spreading them further apart to get more space. He looked at you hesitantly, cheeks tinted in red and breathing erratic once again. You felt like he needed an incentive and you had no problem in giving him one, “Go ahead baby,” you said, fingers running against his hair. “I’m sure you’ll make noona feel really, really good.”

Yugyeom let out a breath against the outside of your pussy lips that made you shiver, one hand experimentally tracing the juncture between your thigh and your pelvis, while the other moved closer and closer to where you desperately needed him. After a few seconds of teasing, he finally spread your folds and gave them a long, wet lick that made you moan instantly. “Shit, you’re so wet already.”

“Yeah, so wet and all for you,” you murmured, closing your eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of Yugyeom eating you out. The man took that as an incentive and gave your folds another lap, moving up and down and finally focusing at your entrance, the taste of your juices taking over his plump lips. “Use your fingers, baby, I need them inside me.”

Yugyeom hooked one of his arms around your thigh while the other one started playing with your entrance. His tongue was now fully focused in your clit, the pleasure of his ministrations sending shocks all over your body. You felt his index finger enter you slowly, as if he was testing you. The moan that escaped your lips traveled straight to his cock, that was now starting to get hard again. You sighed in relief as his finger entered you fully, the slick noises of your juices filling up the place as he started to pump it in and out of you. You wanted more, you needed more, “Add another,” you choked out between moans.

He looked up at you from between your legs, “Already?” His chin was wet from you, his hair was all over the place from your hands, his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Cute.

Did he really think you couldn’t take two fingers? Cute, inexperienced man. “I’m soaked, baby. I can take it.” Yugyeom nodded and went back to flicking your clit while his middle finger joined the other. He started pumping them and you hooked your fingers around his hair, “C-curl them up,” you instructed. “It’ll make me feel even better.” Yugyeom was a really good boy, doing everything as he was told. His tongue started to dance around your pussy, licking and lapping at all the places it could find, while his long fingers inside you only added fuel to the fire. You loved all the dirty sounds that you could hear - his fingers coming in and out of you, your moans and also his.

Since you had found yourself a pleaser, you’d make good use of him, “Remove your fingers, baby. Let noona ride your face.”

Fuck.

“Are you sure, noona? I-I-”

Every time Yugyeom stuttered, got shy or embarrassed, you felt yourself getting wetter. Who thought you’d develop a thing for this type. But it was more likely you were developing a thing for him. “I’m sure. Be still, ok? And tongue out.” Obviously, he did as he was told. You held him in place by his dark locks and started to ride his face, moving your hips up and down, spreading your juices all around him. He hummed in content, enjoying every single second of this.

You started your movements slowly, getting used again to the feeling of his tongue against your wet folds, but every time he moaned, it only made the fire pooling by the pit of your stomach even stronger, which made you move faster and faster against his face. “Such a good boy, fuck,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm starting to build up. Yugyeom hummed against your pussy, the vibration of his voice against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your hips picked up their pace, moving harder and faster. You held his hair so tightly he hissed in pain, but he didn’t mind a single bit.

You couldn’t get over the lustful sounds that were coming out of your pussy. You were so fucking wet, your juices being mixed with Yugyeom’s saliva making everything hotter. You were gonna cum soon. “Shit, right there, don’t stop.” You pulled his face even closer to your core, you could feel your high was only a few moves away. In a bold move, Yugyeom held you down in your place as strongly as he could and started to suck on your clit hard, determined to make you cum. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, shit,” you cried out, hands grasping at his hair for support, eyes closed shut and hairline covered in sweat. With a few more laps of his tongue against your clit, you were seeing stars and moaning out his name like a mantra. You leg was trembling and your toes curling, his movements never slowing down. You pressed him against your core once again to ride out of your high, the electric wave that your over sensitive clit was sending to your body being too much to handle.

Your heart was beating like crazy, the overwhelming sensations sending your body on a frenzy that’d be hard to calm down from. You felt Yugyeom climb his way back at you with a trail of pecks and in no time he was right at your face once again, “How was it?” he asked, still uncertain of himself, even after all the praising. Cute. His face was covered in your juices and his saliva, you cleaned his up with the back of your hand a bit but he didn’t seem to mind much.

You cupped his cheek, “Amazing. You’re a really good boy.” He blushed at the compliment and you started to fix his hair, “There’s just one last thing I wanna do to you, think you can handle it?”

Yugyeom nodded eagerly. He’d let you do whatever you wanted.

You chuckled at his excitement, “I want you to sit back and let me ride you. How does that sound?”

“Shit.” Just the thought of that made his member twitch in between his legs. He could feel it throbbing already.

Your hands traveled between his legs and touched his now hard cock, Yugyeom moaning at the contact. He was all ready to go, merely taking a few strokes for him to be rock hard again. Thank god for the stamina these young men have. “You’d like that?”

“Y-yes. Yes, noona.” He thought he sounded pitiful, you thought he sounded exquisite.

“Good,” you said, stroking his cock. “C’mon, sit back.”

Yugyeom moved away from you and sat straight on the leather couch, back resting comfortably against the hot material. You wasted no time and straddled him, legs resting on each side of his body and ass against his naked and muscular thighs. You stared at him, trying to figure out what was so special about this guy. While your eyes wandered across his handsome features, you spotted a mole under his eye. As an instinct, you reached out and touched it lightly.

Yugyeom chucked at your gesture, feeling ticklish as your fingertip caressed his face. You smiled at him, finger moving down and now tracing his lips - he took the opportunity to place a tiny peck against your index. You blushed and he noticed, blushing too. You tried not to let it affect you, pretending it didn’t happen. You leaned in, hands on his neck, and kissed him once again.

His kiss was addictive, his lips tasting better than all the others you’ve tasted before. It felt right, sinful even. You moved forward, lips never leaving his, and started to grind down on him, hips moving back and forth with expertise.

Yugyeom was going crazy. His whole body was on fire and he just couldn’t get enough of you. He couldn’t figure out why he was so entranced by you and your actions, by your moans and your taste. He just knew he never wanted this to end. He moaned at the contact of your core against him, the friction being enough to ignite a burning sensation inside. His cock was placed right between your folds, flesh feeling on so good against flesh.

You couldn’t focus on kissing him anymore. You were sensitive, not fully recovered from your last orgasm, so the smallest of touches could wash you over like a wave. You kept your hands still on his neck, forehead now attached to his while his erratic breath got mixed with your moans. You’d reach your high was faster this time and you knew it, you just hoped he would too.

Yugyeom was having enough of the teasing, “Please, noona.”

You grinded harder, “What do you want?” You knew exactly what he wanted, you just needed him to say it. The words were almost enough to drive you to the edge again.

“I-I wanna be inside you, please.” Pathetic. Yugyeom thought it was just pathetic how whiny he sounded and how fast you could make him beg. He just couldn’t help it.

You slowed down your movements, increasing his agony, “How bad do you want it?”

He was growing impatient, eyes shut and hands holding your waist firm enough to leave some marks on the next day. “So fucking bad. I want it so bad, noona.”

You lifted your hip and positioned his cock at your entrance, “It’s hard to say no when you sound so appetizing.” You captured his lips in yours once again and sat down on him in one fluid motion.

Yugyeom moaned loudly, sighing in relief. He couldn’t believe he was actually fucking you. He couldn’t believe you were moaning his name against his lips. He couldn’t believe how good and tight you felt around him. Fucking finally he was inside of you. “Fuck, noona. So good,” he murmured between kisses when you started to move, being wet and stretched out enough.

You were moving your hips up and down, hand now resting against Yugyeom’s shoulders for support. You lifted yourself up ‘til only his tip was in and the sat back down, feeling him fill you up in all the right places. “Feels really good, huh, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

You were moving harder now, faster, the sound of the skin of your ass against his thighs adding more and more pleasure to everything. Yugyeom grope your ass and squeezed it. Shit, you loved that. “Spank me,” you said between breaths, body slowly growing tired from all the effort you had been making that night. Again, Yugyeom got shy at the request, but again, he did as he was told with burning cheeks. He had seen it in porn, he was pretty sure he could spank you properly. After a few seconds, you felt his right hand come across your ass check with a loud noise and you moaned at the contact, “Fuck!”

After bouncing up and down a few more times, you decided to switch up a bit. You were tired and you were gonna cum soon, so you settled for circular and straight motions with Yugyeom inside you balls deep. He held you closer now, arms strong against your back and head licking all over your collarbones and neck. This was too good, he was too good.

You grabbed his neck between your hands, thumbs resting against his cheeks, and connected your foreheads once again. Your lips were barely touching and your moans were being mixed together, creating a beautiful symphony. One of Yugyeom’s hands left your back only to reach between your bodies and rub your clit. You cried out at how good it felt, “Fuck, Yugyeom. I think I’m close.”

His eyes were locked on yours and he didn’t look away, too mesmerized by the view, “M-me too.” He could barely speak, this was too much. He could feel you getting tighter around him, guessing that the feeling of his thumb against your clit was getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“I want you to cum inside me, ok? I need you to fill me up.”

Fuck.

“I can’t,” this sounded dangerous and for the thousand time that night, Yugyeom questioned your request.

“Yes, yes you can. Cum inside me, baby, please.” You begged.

Well, he couldn’t say no to that. Not when you were the one doing the begging. With a few more movements of your hips, he felt his orgasm building up incredibly strong, “I-I think I’m gonna cum, noona.” He pressed harder against your clit, he wanted you to cum with him and he knew you were close.

You kept on moving, chasing both of your highs, “Cum, baby. Cum for noona.”

He was gone, stars all over his eyes, cock leaking and filling you up. Yugyeom came with a moan of your name - not your stage name, your actual name - and that was enough to send you over the edge. You once again captured his lips on yours and kissed him passionately while you rode out of your highs.

After a while you stopped moving but didn't move a muscle to move away from Yugyeom. Your entire bodies collided together, exhausted and sweaty, but together. You rested your head on his shoulders, his cock getting limp inside you, but you didn’t care.

Yugyeom held you close to him, your naked breasts against his chest feeling way too good to let go. He gave your shoulder gentle pecks while both of you tried to get your breathing back to normal.

You mimicked his gesture and kissed his shoulder too, voice soft saying, “Happy birthday.”

He smiled against your skin, “Thanks, noona.”

The two of you stayed like that for a little while. You were the first one to move, you had to go home. You pulled away gently, too scared to break or hurt him - he was too precious to get hurt. You looked at him once again and gave him one last kiss, lips lingering and tasting the bitterness of saying goodbye.

You got up and dressed your robe, gathering your stuff from the floor.

“So this is how you leave?”

You turned around to face Yugyeom, who was still sitting naked on the couch. You raised a brow at him in curiosity, “What did you expect?”

Yugyeom shrugged, “I don’t know? Your number, maybe?” He decided it was worth giving it a shot. He had done so many things that night that he had never in a million years imagined he’d done that asking for your number didn’t even seem that horrible. He was still shy doing it, his cheeks still pink. He thought you’d never give him his number, but the remainings of alcohol in his system making him brave once again.

You thought about it for a second, looking at the man right in front of you. Fuck it. You had also already done so much you shouldn’t have done that night that giving your number wasn’t such a bad idea, now, was it? You moved towards the door and he really thought you were about to leave. Instead, you reached for his jeans and picked up his phone from his back pocket. You typed something quickly against the screen and tossed it to Yugyeom, who now had a big smile across his beautiful and tasty lips.

“Bye, birthday boy,” you said, winking at him and opening the door. “Noona hopes to see you very soon.”

a/n: so here’s a long ass thing i’ve written in the last two days. this wasn’t even on my wips page, just lost in my google docs when inspiration struck me as a lightning, the thought of sub yugyeom haunting me. and i was somehow influenced by @jj-nyoung‘s sin called tape 69. lastly, thanks to @yoongitalks for being the best beta in this world. hope you guys enjoy it and my askbox is always open for the much appreciated feedback!

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