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[kpop-kitkat]

Throughout the Years | Kim Yonghee

pairing | lover!kim yonghee x f!reader

genre/cw | fluff, slight angst, non idol au, sexual content, fluffy bath scene that’s slightly suggestive, dad!yonghee, mom!reader, cute family, stress, hurt comfort sorta 

wc | 2.0k

notes | yonghee is so sweet i cannot-

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Love is one of the most wonderful things a human being can experience. And to find love at the young age of fourteen, while not exactly ideal, is just as much of a gift. That was the case for Y/n and Yonghee. 

You hear about middle school romances in movies, books, the news even. But never did these two think they'd find their lover in grade nine. It was fate, honestly. Like the most cliche romance drama, Y/n was being picked on by the school's bad boy. And her hero, Yonghee, happened to be in the vicinity.

 "Go away Kento," Y/n begged, hugging her books close to her chest as she backed into her locker. 

 "No seriously," Kento continued from his previous words. "I'm confused. Were you born that ugly? Or did your witch of a mother use her magic and put a curse on you?"

 "Leave her be Kento," Yonghee seethed, stepping into the situation.

 "Oh look, it's the Yongster. Come to help your little girlfriend again? What are you going to do about it, tell my mom? You're not a real threat," he scoffed, inching his way closer to Y/n. And nothing could've prepared Kento for what Yonghee was about to do. Yonghee pushed his shoulders, forcing him away from Y/n, before punching him straight in the face, effectively sending him to the floor. "Ah! Help! Yonghee hurt me!" He immediately sounded, like the spoiled brat he was brought up as. But nobody listened to him. They were all equally fed up with his evil antics. In fact, they sided with Yonghee.

 "Nobody is going to help you, Kento. Now leave us, and while you're at it, get a life," Yonghee growled, earning a round of applause from his nearby peers.

Yonghee took Y/n's hand and brought her out of there, and into the open air of the outdoor basketball court just outside the school's gym.

 "Thank you, Yonghee. You didn't have to stick up for me like that. I appreciate it," she smiled.

 "Yeah, no problem," Yonghee blushed, being the shy teenager he was. He cleared his throat, remembering how he had been on his way to tell her something. Something important. "Hey uh... I've been meaning to ask you something," he scratched the back of his head.

 "Okay, what is it?" Y/n tilted her head at the boy. The boy who she had her eyes on since fifth grade.

 "I was wondering if... you... maybe uh... wanted to go out? Like to the park? Together?" He smiled sheepishly. "It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be... I just think you're cute and I uh-"

The flustered boy was cut off by Y/n pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard. "It's a date then."

 "Y-yeah, cool."

~~~~~

Y/n cheered as loud as she possibly could when Yonghee scored a three-pointer, winning the game for Cix Academy's high school basketball team, the angels. The rest of the arena cheered as well. The fans, family members, and friends ran onto the court to congratulate the boys on winning, not only a game, but the championship. But Y/n, not wanting to be trampled, waited for the commotion to die down before she congratulated her boyfriend. And once the people cleared out, she did just that. 

 "Yonghee!" Y/n yelled, grabbing the boy's attention. She jumped into his open arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You did so well!" She squealed in delight. 

 Yonghee hugged her tightly. "Thank you," he smiled before pulling away to see her face. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on from the stands," he smirked, looking down at her lips.

 "Stop it," she playfully rolled her eyes.

He laughed. "You love it," he said, then capturing her lips for a brief moment. He pulled away and set her down before walking towards the exit, arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

~~~~~

Yonghee and Y/n, the newlyweds, sat across from each other as they enjoyed a nice home cooked meal made by Y/n, in their brand new house. Life was seemingly perfect. He had everything he needed and wanted. Or so he thought.

”So, how do you entertain yourself when I’m gone?” Yonghee wondered, taking another bite.

”Lots of things. Piano, reading, swimming, cleaning,” she listed, also taking another bite. She swallowed and took a silent deep breath before saying the next part. “Taking a pregnancy test.”

Yonghee nearly spit out all of his water, but he gulped it down. “You took a test?”

”Yeah,” Y/n smiled.

Yonghee had never felt his heart beat so fast. It was out of pure anticipation and excitement. “What did it say babe?”

”Look under your plate.”

His gasped before lifting the glass plate that held his food ever so carefully. Under it, was a Clear Blue pregnancy test. And on it, was written the word, pregnant. “Oh my gosh,” he gasped, holding a hand to his mouth, feeling the tears welling up. He was wrong when he said he had everything he wanted earlier. Because now, he did. He got up from his seat and went to his wife. When she stood, he immediately embraced her, choked up, not knowing what to say. She smiled and hugged back. 

“Are you happy, love?” Y/n asked quietly, stroking the back of his head.

He looked into her eyes and sniffed, crying but laughing at the same time. “I’m more than happy, baby,” he smiled so wide, Y/n could’ve sworn she’d never seen him smile wider. “I love you so much,” he said, embracing her again, as he began to sway her back and forth.

”I love you too,” Y/n sighed, so grateful for his positive reaction. Despite the fact that Y/n and Yonghee had been trying for a baby after their first couple months married, fear still gripped her. All the possible scenarios would run through her head, and she’d begin to regret the whole thing. But Yonghee would never do something like that. He loved Y/n, and just as much, he loved children. She couldn’t be a luckier woman. 

“I can’t wait until the baby is born. Just to see you brush our little girl’s hair, or dance with our little boy,” began Yonghee. “You’re an amazing cook, you have an amazing fashion sense, and you’re just an amazing person. You’ll be the perfect mother. I know you will.”

”Oh Yong,” Y/n whispered, tearing up at his words. “I know you’ll be just as good a father.”

Yonghee laughed again, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “I don’t deserve you babe. I really don’t. But I love you, and I’ll love our child just as much,” he said, moving his hand to caress her stomach.

~~~~~

“Minjoon! Hana! Stop jumping on the furniture!” Y/n yelled as she tried not to burn the chicken she was frying. Her two children only laughed and stuck their tongues out, knowing she couldn’t get to them. “Don’t make me tell your dad!”

”Yes mommy,” they replied in unison, both jumping back onto the floor, knowing they didn’t want punishment from their dad. 

It wasn’t easy, parenting a six and four-year-old, while your husband was working a late day. But it had become the normal as of late. But Yonghee promised he’d talk it over with his boss, and have more time at home. Money wasn’t even a problem for them, he shouldn’t have to work his ass off when he had two children and a wife at home.

”Minjoon, go clean your room. It’s a mess,” ordered Y/n.

”Okay,” the brown haired boy pouted, dragging his feet up the stairs. 

“And Hana, make sure mommy and daddy’s bathroom is clean,” she told her black haired daughter. She was only four, so she could only inspect the bathroom, not clean it. 

Hana went upstairs, checked the bathroom, and went to report. “It’s clean!”

”Thank you baby,” Y/n said, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she finished her meal, luckily without burning it. “Where’s Minjoon?”

”Cleaning his room.”

”Oh right,” Y/n mentally facepalmed. She sat down on the sofa and checked her phone realizing, she had gotten a text from Yonghee.

Love😇: Home in ten! Sorry for taking so long. Ily 😘

Ten minutes ago 

She quickly made sure everything in the house was picked up, and also cleaned herself off a bit. And when she heard the keys jangling in the door’s lock, she ran to the door, her children back in the living room playing with their toys. She smiled, seeing her husband’s handsome face after a long and tiring day.

”Hi baby,” Yonghee sighed happily, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. 

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, just happy to be in his hold.

”You sound tired,” he pouted, looking at the bags under her eyes. “Everything alright.”

She didn’t want to cry, but emotions overtook her. She was on her period also, adding to the day’s stress. “You’ve been gone so much lately, and it’s hard to take care of a huge house while making dinner and supervising two children,” she said, all choked up.

”Aww baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here. I promise I’ll try to take time off, okay?” He smiled, caressing her cheek. 

“Okay,” she sniffed, smiling again. 

Yonghee looked to see his children. “Daddy!” They both screamed, running into his arms. He laughed as he was nearly trampled before hugging them both, knees on the floor. 

“I missed you two,” he said, kissing both of their heads. “Let’s eat and go to bed early today, okay? Mommy is really tired.”

“Okay!” Said Minjoon, happily skipping to the dining table. 

Yonghee assisted Y/n as they set the table for their family of four. Five if you count the dog that waits for food to fall under the table. 

They all enjoyed the well cooked meal: fried chicken, a vegetable mix, and some mashed potatoes, the kids’ personal favorite. 

After eating, Yonghee told Y/n to rest on the sofa as he filled the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. He then went to his children. “Alright you two, time for bed.”

”But we’re not sleepy!” Hana whined.

”Do you want to go to the park tomorrow?” Yonghee asked.

”Yeah!” Minjoon exclaimed.

”Then let’s go,” he nodded his head towards the stairs. They pouted, but they complied. 

Once he finished putting them to bed, he went to his nearly sleeping wife. “Baby,” he whispered, causing her to stir. “Do you want to take a bath together?”

She nodded in response, but refused to open her eyes. He shook his head and smiled before picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her upstairs. He ran the hot water and made sure it was the perfect temperature before he went to Y/n again. He carefully removed all of her clothes, and still awed at the sight of her beautiful body. “You’re so lovely baby,” he whispered, kissing her lips and nose before picking her up again, carrying her to the bath. Once he stripped his own clothes and got in next to her, he gently lathered lavender scented soap all over her body. Then he got the vanilla scented hair wash and massaged her scalp, earning a moan of satisfaction from Y/n. He took the mini shower head and rinsed her body and hair off. Once he finished, he pulled her to his chest, loving the feeling of her body against his. 

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, clearly sleepy.

”Yes love?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head.

”I love you,” she replied, yawning.

”I love you more,” Yonghee sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head atop hers.

Most people say middle school romances never last. But look at Y/n and Yonghee. Met in fifth grade, fell in love at ninth. And they made it work. 

Because true love isn’t temporary. It’s forever.

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CIX REACTIONS:

Reaction to you wearing their clothes

A/N: Requests open; Pairing: CIX Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists: CIX JPOP KPOP

BX

You let out a groan, not being able to reach your favorite mug from the top shelf in the cabinet, "Ugh why did he put it up here!" You mumble to yourself, before standing up on your tiptoes, stretching your body as far as you can. "Ugh, almost got i-" Your words trail off when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, you twist back to look at them. "Ehm, hey.." You say sheepishly as you're met with your boyfriend, Byounggon, feeling your face heat up because you know he can definitely see your underwear peeking out from his shirt you have on. "Well damn you look good in my shirt.. need help?" He asks, letting out a laugh, making his way over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands. "Baby! Next time don't put my mug so high up!" You playfully scold, causing him to smirk as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Oh I'm definitely putting everything up high from now on!" He says, shooting you a toothy grin.

Seunghun

"Hey jagi, can you bring me my charger??" Seunghun yells to you from your shared bedroom, causing you to playfully roll your eyes as you grab his charger. "Hun, just pause the gam-" You begin as you walk into the bedroom, stopping when you see the way your boyfriend is looking at you, eyes completely abandoning the game. "What..?" You ask, standing awkwardly in the doorway, he continues staring at you before a smile creeps onto his face. "You're wearing my hoodie?" He asks, a slight smirk evident on his face. "Y-yeah.. you said I could?" You say slightly confused, earning a laugh from him. "I did but I didn't expect you to actually do it.. I like it a lot.." He says, a blush creeping up his face causing you to smile. "Oh? You do?" You ask, making your way to him. "I didn't think you'd like it this much." You say, a smirk making its way on your lips as you plant a quick kiss on his lips before sprinting out of the room, Seunghun trailing behind you.

Yonghee

"Y/N! You look so cute !" Your boyfriend says excitedly when he walks in the door after seeing you wearing one of his hoodies. "Awh haha thanks baby. How was rehearsal?" You ask, cheeks flushed from his previous compliment, Yonghee lets out a laugh at your shyness as he sits next to you. "Jagi, I can't focus right now, you look too cute in my hoodie!" He says, pulling you into his arms. "You're so dramatic!" You say through laughter when his fingers start tickling your sides. "S-stop." You beg, laughter continuing to fill the air as he joins you. "Only if you promise to never wear another hoodie again, only mine." He says in a serious voice, earning an exaggerated nod from you. "Okay yes whatever you want!" You yell out causing his fingers to stop as he pulls you into his arms. "Good, I could get used to this." He says, running his fingers through your hair. "I love you" You say with a smile, giving him a gentle kiss, causing him to smile. "I love you too."

Jinyoung

"What is it babe?" You ask with a laugh, not expecting your boyfriend to look at you like that when you arrived with groceries. "I'm shocked! You look so good you look in my clothes! I didn't think I'd like it this much is all jagi." He says, turning towards you with a loaf of bread in his hands and a nonchalant look. "Why are you surprised? You saw me put it on this morning.. as a matter of fact you were the one who lost my shirt!" You tell him with a loud laugh, glaring your eyes at him as you remember your lost shirt. "Wh-me? I don't remember that, I don't know what you're talking about." Jinyoung defends, holding in his laughter as he looks away from you. "Okay.." You say sarcastically, teasing him as you wrap your arms around him. "Do you really like it when I wear your clothes?" You ask, he nods, returning your embrace before he looks down at you with a smirk. "Although, thinking about this morning.. I like you better without them." He says, earning a playful smack to the chest followed by laughter from both of you.

Hyunsuk

"Hey Y/N, what was that song called aga-" Hyunsuk's words trail off when he sees you laying on the couch in his over-sized t-shirt, his voice causing your head to fly up. You shoot him a confused look when you notice him looking at you. "What's wrong?" You ask as he continues his stare, causing you to sit up in an upright position. "Is that my shirt?" He asks, taking a seat next to you, a smile forming on your lips. "Yes! Did you really think I wouldn't take you up on it when you offered to share your clothes??" You ask with a big smile, bumping his much larger shoulder with yours, causing him to let out a small giggle. "I'm really glad you did.. you look so cute in my clothes jagi." Hyunsuk says sweetly, pulling you into his arms. "I don't think you'll ever get this shirt back though.. it's so comfy!" You tell him as you wrap your arms around him and look up at him. "You can keep it, it looks better on you anyways." He says, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

A/N: They're so CUTE My requests are open! Feel free to request anything! <3

[t3kandson]

Jealousy's fair game

Words; 2,564

Fandom; CIX feat, Cignature

Pairing; Reader X Kim Yonghee

Characters; Kim Yonghee, Lee Byounggon, Kim Seunghun, Bae Jinyoung, Yoon Hyunsuk, Moon Chaesol, Kim Jiwon, Jung Yeonjeong, Jenny Yun, Jin Hyeonju, Goo Semi, Kwon Dohee

Warnings, Kissing Games, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Body Marking, Hair Pulling, Degrading, spanking, Rough and slight public sex and Orgasm denial.

Requested by Anonymous

"Do you like Y/N?” Seunghun said with a smirk on his face looking at Yonghee. A red blush view falls upon his expression as you look to him awaiting his answer. You feel as if you've been choked when he screws his face in disgust and shakes his head. "Fuck you," you scoff giggling as you flip him off, despite knowing that it felt like he practically kicked you in the stomach right now.

You had a crush on Kim Yonghee for the last three years. The only one who knew this was Byounggon. You had confided in him that you wanted more then the friendship Yonghee was offering. Byounggon had reassured you that Yonghee wouldn't push you away. He was suspicious he also liked you and that had led to the very truth or dare game you were currently playing. "Dare," you said when it came your turn, you feared for a question that would lead to double rejection tonight. "I dare you to snog Byounggon," Semi giggled as both yours and your childhood friend’s eyes widened in fear. Before you could question the dare, Byounggon crawled on all fours towards you. His hands resting upon your shoulder reassuringly. Lips falling to yours he made sure to put on a show. Letting his tongue slide against yours as he kissed you slowly. His fingers rubbing down your jawline in such a tender moment. "You two sure you're not hiding something?" Dohee whistled excitedly. But before you could deny anything you noticed Yonghee unclench his fist. Was he jealous? Did it disturb him you kissing Byounggon? The game continues for several more rounds when it came to your turn again. Yeonjeong was about to throw a dare when Seunghun ended the game. "My neighbours are complaining," he said shaking his phone into the view. "I think we should leave this for another day," he said with a slight grimace as the room grumbled. "How you getting home?" Byounggon asked suggestively as you tilted your head his way. "I can't drive you home I’ve been drinking," he said despite knowing he had only drank one drink during the evening. "I'm getting a taxi. I only live round the corner, I’ll drop her back," Jinyoung said throwing his arm around your neck. Byounggon breathed deeply with annoyance. You then realised he was trying to encourage Yonghee who was sober all night to give you a ride. "I'll look after your girl I promise," Jinyoung giggled tipsy at his elder. "A kiss don't equal lovers," Byounggon protested as you took one look to Yonghee. He was quiet and avoided your eye contact. You couldn't help but feel he was jealous of Byounggon and Jinyoung.

"7 minutes in heaven," Chaesol said in excitement when you met the following week for drinks. Everyone agrees but you and Yonghee. You knew that these games were hurting the both of you. As everyone wrote down their names and placed them in a hat. You sat hoping that somehow you would be placed with Yonghee. Instead Hyunsuk was paired with you. His hands frisky falling on your body as he pulled you to the walk in wardrobe in Seunghun’s room. "I so want to get lost in your body," he said stroking his hand down your torso. "I don't think I can do this," you complained as he lightly hummed. "Because you like Yonghee," he said. As through the cracks of the wardrobe you could see a gentle smile. "Yes," you whispered looking down. Fingers under your chin he pointed for you to look his way. "He's so stubborn he won't admit he likes you too," he said as you tilted your head his direction. "He likes me?" You asked as he chuckled. "But he won't admit it," Hyunsuk chuckles lightly. "Why?" You ask wanting to know more. "Ask Seunghun he knows the details, he confides in everything with him." Hyunsuk said as his hands pulled the loose hair behind your ear. You could hear the countdown as you both stumbled out the wardrobe. Your faces hot from the heat. But you guess the room would have made presumptions of how steamy it was in there. You could see Yonghee’s jaw tighten as your eyes met. "I've got to go," Yonghee said sternly as he got off the floor. "Please don't leave so soon," you asked looking his way. But he refused eye contact. "Sorry Seunghun, my father needs me to run some errands," he said straightening his jacket. You couldn't help but follow as you chased him down the corridor. "Yonghee," you called as he stiffened upon your voice. "I'm busy Y/N what is it that you want," he growled without looking your way. "Can we talk," you pleaded as he started walking once more. "I'm busy, another day," he grumbled before fastening his speed as you stood there, giving up chasing him.

The following week another greet. Seunghun was struggling for ideas clearly till Byounggon mentioned the Suck and blow game. This time Seunghun made sure that you were placed between him and Yonghee. You were placed in a group with Jiwon and Byounggon. As Jinyoung, Hyunsuk was with Hyeonju, Jenny & Semi. You watched as Byounggon sucked in the piece of paper between his lips as he arched towards Jiwon. Hands falling to the back of her head he leaned himself in as the two worked to pass it. Jiwon twisted to look at Seunghun as he chuckled. Straightening his face, he rushed his lips at her. Seunghun struggled and all of a sudden you saw the sheet fall to the floor. Byounggon and Jiwon groaned at Seunghun who looked sheepish. Your eyes looked to the other group. Semi gently slapping Jinyoung was telling you that their side was doing no better. You could hear Yonghee’s frustration behind you when Seunghun let the paper fall once more. "Come on we're not going to win at this rate," you grumbled gently punching Seunghun’s arm as he looked at you sheepishly rubbing it. When he managed to succeed, his face spun to yours. As he pulled the sheet to your lips he chuckled letting it slip as your lips locked. "Seunghun," you grumbled feeling your lips where his fell. Seunghun's face was a little fallen when he took the figure behind, telling you once again Yonghee wasn't amused. As the paper made its way back down. Seunghun’s hand accidentally touched your breast while reaching for your arm. Causing your own lips to let the paper fall. "For fuck sake will you two stop making out and hurry up so we can win," Yonghee grumbled behind you which had you sigh. The game was a lot harder then it looked. After yours and Seunghun's third attempt you turned to face Yonghee. It was like just the thought of him being on the other side of the paper made your heartache. Instantly your lips failed to suck the paper in as it fell before Yonghee could even get close. His eyes rolled in frustration as you quietly apologised. Passing to him for the second time, just the mere hand on your shoulder had your heart thundering as he reached towards you. The paper once more fell to the floor. "You guys just pure suck at this. You should give up. We've won," Jinyoung said amused. "For fuck sake, if you and Seunghun wasn't flirting we would have won that," Yonghee said gritting his teeth as Seunghun dead panned him back. "What the actual hell man," Seunghun grumbled back at him. "I'm done with these silly drinking sessions," Yonghee said going to swipe his coat from the coat rack.

"Don't please, please don't go," you spun towards him hands on his chest as he refused to look your way. "Don't let me get in the way of your men time," he growls looking up towards you. "The only man time I want is with you," you spluttered letting the words fall as the girls gasped. "Kim Yonghee I'm crazy about you and you only," you finished as his face softened towards you. "I only kissed Byounggon because it was a game," you said pausing to look your friend's way. "We're just friends I promise," you said as nerves hit you. "Jinyoung just took me home that's all nothing happened," you added as Jinyoung confirmed your events. "Hyunsuk and I just spoke in there. Mostly about how you liked me but your scared," you said pointing to the wardrobe. "I'm not scared," Yonghee spat out. "And Seunghun is just really shit at that game, pure and simple," you said as Seunghun widened his eyes in horror before calming as the guys chuckled. "To be fair she's got a point," he added chirpy at his diss. "And just now with you you made me so anxious. The butterflies in my stomach you gave me at the thought of our lips being close," you said placing your hand over your stomach to calm it. "Yonghee....." you couldn't finish the sentence as he dragged you to the walk in wardrobe.

Entering the dark space he pushed you against the wall. He clearly doesn't want to talk as his lips attack yours. Teeth clashing in his rushed desire. Like a bottle that's been shook and exploded. His hands find the hair tie holding your hair as he pulls it out. Fingers twirling around the locks he pulls enough to expose your neck. Teeth falling to the skin he suckles causing you to hiss as your hands grab his waist. "Your mine," he growls before pressing his lips to another spot on your collarbone. "I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows your mine," he threatens after he marks a second blemish. Hands falling to your dress he lowers the top half so that his lips can reach the top of your breasts. He continues his marking along them as you hiss, digging your nails into his waist. "I'm going to punish you for making me jealous," he growls as you hear the guys spew, 'eww,' , 'Save my ears,' & 'Do this elsewhere," from the other side of the wall. Twisting you so you're facing the surface, he places your hands against the plasterboard. Hands raking up your dress they find your panties, as he rips them. Fingers skirting to your folds he wastes no time plunging them in. Scissoring your heat roughly you grimace as he sets a rushed pace. Though pain is the first sensation you feel it's like your body enjoys his torture. Yonghee can feel this from how soaked your core is. "Your so wet my little whore," he says as his teeth find another space of skin on the back of your neck to mark. "You can't cum," he warns as his fingers speeds that draws moans. Music hits from outside the wardrobe, no doubt to drown out the moans that had slipped from your lips. He pulls his fingers leaving you empty as he places them in your mouth. "Taste how wet you are you dirty bitch," he growls in your ears that has your walls clench around nothing. "I'm going to fuck you now, and if you cum before I give permission. That's it, I'm walking away from you do you understand?” he asks so deeply next to your ear. Nodding doesn't give him satisfaction. "What did I say Y/N?” he grumbles as his teeth dig in your skin once more. "That if I want you I have to not cum," you hiss beneath the sore skin burning from his marks. You hear a rip of foil and you wait patiently for him to continue his torture.

Bending you over slightly he enters you with one deep fast thrust. Screams falling that you know the music won't mask. "That's it baby, you won't ever get me jealous again will you?” he asks as his hands wrap your hair around them. "I can't hear you," he spits out as he yanks your hair. "No baby, I won't," you splutter but you know he can't hear. Another yank has you repeat it much louder. His red hot shaft starts thrusting with heaviness against your cervix. Walls clenching around him has his pull much harsher around your hair. "Don't you dare cum," he demands as you help to meet his thrust. "You're so hungry for my cock aren't you my little whore," he chuckles pleased with your desperation to feel him deeper. Feeling an orgasm creep up you stiffen in fear. "What's up baby," he sniggers knowing your struggling. "Don't hold back, fuck yourself on me," he demands but you don't move. "What's up, you're such a cock whore you can't work with me without falling apart," he mocks as you nod. "Well let me work against your lazy ass," he says slapping your ass that has you yelp. Slamming him self with more speed has your fist clench against your struggle. You know the real risk of falling apart and exploding around him is high right now. "Please, please," you cry as you slap the wall feeling your body tremble. "You can't Kiss Byounggon and Seunghun and think you can get away with it," he grumbles as you whimper. "I didn't kiss Seunghun, not on purpose," you whimper as you throw your head from frustration into the wall hurting as it falls. Hands falling to your arms he pulls you backwards to avoid your head hitting the wall. However, the change of position does little to ease your struggle. Tears are falling down your eyes as you feel your losing your mind holding your orgasm back. "Who do you belong to?" He pants into your ear. "You," you whimper as his hands embrace your body pulling you closer to him. "What's my name?" He growls as you hear his own struggle in his voice. "Kim Yonghee, I belong to Kim Yonghee," you cry as you feel seconds away from slipping. "Please, please I can't hold back, I don't want to lose you," you sob in fear and excitement. "Oh Baby, you won't lose me because your mine now," he chuckles as his lips kiss a tear running down your face. "You can cum baby," he pants as he chases his high. "Y/N your mine," he cry's as he spills himself into the condom. "Yonghee," you scream so loud you hear your ears ring as you explode around him. Convulsing on his dick he thrusts his remaining rhythm into you as he leans himself with his arms wrapped around you into the wall.

Heavy panting in your ear you feel him slip from you. "Your mine Y/N, don't forget that," he says barely audible. "No more of these silly kissing games," he demands as you twist in his hold to face him. "Why would I kiss anyone that isn't my boyfriend?" You question looking up at his face. Even in the slight gap of light his beautiful mole under his left eye in your view left you breathless. "Let's go show them what's mine," he said as his lips fall to yours. Holding your hand in his you both walk into the room as you capture everyone blushes, but Seunghun and Byounggon smirks. "Finally you two are sorted, now never torture us again with those sounds," Seunghun snaps as you both blush like crazy.

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i'm addie, a 25+ roleplayer residing in some country in the gmt +8 timezone. this blog will mostly feature muses, reblogging musings and resources and other shenanigans but i am also someone who often searches for roleplaying partners. my main platform is discord. i like things organized and tupperbox is my savior. definitely love having multiple muses as well in one server. let's create our own little universe? i have a few ideas of plots we can do! below you will find details such as fcs, tropes and etc i like doing. feel free to send me a message if you're interested or simply comment/like this post! i'll get back to you when i am actively on the search for rp partners again! for a full navigation, click here.

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my choice of faceclaims are those i am familiar with but i am almost game for suggestions! so don't be afraid to hit me up them. i rp both male and female fcs and would prefer if my partner does the same but! it's okay if we go for mxm or fxf as well only. i would prefer it if i'm not used for my male fcs for mxf pairings specifically since i've been rp-ing males for a huge chunk of the years i've been rp-ing. though i do make exceptions depending on the plot which we can discuss once we've added each other!

ladies: christina nadin, havana rose liu, huh yunjin, kim chaewon, kim yongji, kylie versoza, kwon nara, mikey madison, minnie mills, kang seulgi, and pat chayanit

gents: boss chaikamon, byeon wooseok, choi yeonjun, jung wooyoung, fumiya takahashi, kazuma mitchell, kim jiwoong, kim yonghee, yoon jeonghan, na inwoo, nut supanut lourhaphanich and sangheon lee

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tropes: friends to lovers, second chance romances, grumpy x sunshine, enemies to lovers (i am a novice please try this with me), fake dating, royalty, marriage pact, revenge, widow/widower, cohabitation, star crossed lovers

genres: supernatural, high fantasy/fantasy, reincarnation, royalty, based on anime/movies/series and i would like to try some gang/action plots as well!

[yunhohours]

Reset

✗ Pairing: tutor!yonghee x fem!reader

✗ Word count: 3.4k

✗ Warnings: college au, reader is a bit of a bitchy brat and yonghee humbles her <3, fooling around in an empty classroom, yonghee watches reader touch herself, fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be smart), reader cries a lil, very brief cockwarming at the end

✗ A/N: i started writing this in march of 2023 SFSDFSK. i have thought about what i would write many many times since but haven't actually finished writing it until now. tutor!yonghee is lethal for me personally 😵‍💫

Yonghee is already waiting for you when you walk into the empty classroom. As usual, he looks gorgeous. You roll your eyes. When your professor “suggested”–more like ordered–you to allow Yonghee to tutor you, you were expecting to meet with your typical math-brained nerd. Someone that would be so unremarkable that you’d simply have to focus on your studies in order to not go crazy from restlessness. Yet here you are, meeting with the man that has been making frequent visits to your fantasies, uninvited but annoyingly welcome.

You step past the doorway and Yonghee seems to hear you, lifting his head from his book, soft dark brown hair swishing with the movement. You offer him a closed lip smile as you take another step into the room and then he’s standing and you wish he wasn’t. He’s wearing light wash jeans and a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. You’re not sure why such a basic looking outfit makes drool pool in your mouth, but it seems to be an effect of his that you’ll never be immune to.

Too busy ogling him to question why he stood in the first place, you hesitate when he clears his throat, your eyes refocusing back to reality. He’s pointing at the door behind you, eyebrow raised. “Lock.” Not a verb, a noun. He needs the lock in place. You sigh. 

You should be used to this by now. You pushed your luck a few too many times at the beginning of your sessions with him, your friends showing up to distract you and frustrate him. He won’t be taking that chance anymore. Now you have to have your sessions in a locked classroom and that feels a little bit too much like incarceration to you when you’d rather be doing literally anything else.

You turn, step forward, lock the door. You smile at him again when you turn back to him but it’s clearly sarcastic this time and it only makes him smirk. He’s very aware that you don’t enjoy this and if he didn’t find a way to enjoy that, he’d be just as miserable as you. He sits down, letting his back rest against the back of the chair, arms crossed. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to sit down too so you can get started. 

You make your way to the empty chair next to him and take a seat, pulling your textbook and other necessary supplies from your bag. You’d also like to get this over with as soon as possible.

“How was your day?” Yonghee asks to fill the silence as he leafs through his papers, reminding himself of where you left off. “Fine,” you mumble, not bothering to give him extra details when you two do not have the kind of relationship that would imply he cares.

So it surprises you a little when he stops what he’s doing and flicks his gaze to you, head tilting slightly in curiosity. “That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more than you want to.” He clears his throat and motions to his book, signaling the page he’d like you to turn to.

You flip to the correct page and lean your head in your hand, elbow resting atop the desk that spans from one side of the room to another. Yonghee is already talking, summarizing what you learned during your last session, his eyes flitting between textbook and notebook. You know you shouldn’t be zoning out so soon, but you can’t help but just admire him. You’re not used to seeing someone this beautiful up close. Sure, you’ve seen a lot of guys–hot ones, even–much closer than Yonghee, but none of them could hold a candle to him. He has this natural charm and beauty that would stop anyone in their tracks. The small mole just beneath his eye conducts hypnosis on you every time you meet.

“Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Not really.”

Yonghee wasn’t expecting you to answer honestly. “And why aren’t you?”

“I’m looking at you. You’re distracting.”

You can’t help but notice how the corner of Yonghee’s lips pulls into a small smirk before he forces it off his face. He hums. “I understand, but you’ve got an exam coming up in a few days. You need to focus.” He pauses, eyes settling on yours. He looks a little bit stern and that makes your stomach churn. “Can you do that?”

You have to stop yourself from saying yes right away. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you want to do whatever he says, but you can’t relent to him so easily. That’s against everything you stand for. And, really, you can’t say you can focus with confidence. You’re more confident that you’ll get distracted again than anything else. “I’ll try.”

Yonghee smiles and it looks genuine. “Good. Thank you.”

You do a much better job of concentrating than you expected from yourself. For about fifteen minutes, anyway. But as time goes on and Yonghee is showing signs of his own fatigue, your eyes are glued to him again. You watch as he pushes his hand back through his hair from time to time. You watch as he takes frequent sips from his water bottle, his adam’s apple calling the attention of your eyes as it bobs. You listen as his soft voice gets tired from so much talking, a low rasp accenting his speech. You follow his fingers as they glide across the pages to emphasize what he’s referencing, trying so hard not to imagine them doing other things instead.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?” You’re not even cognizant of the fact that he’s speaking to you or that you’ve answered him. Your eyes are trained on the pencil he’s twirling in his hand furthest from you. It stops suddenly.

“What’s with you today? You didn’t even notice that I haven’t said anything for the last two minutes.”

You pry your eyes away from his hand and search for his eyes instead. You need to know how much he knows about where your mind has been. You’re hoping the answer lies in his pupils. It doesn’t, but his gaze is full of intrigue. You hadn’t expected that. You had expected annoyance.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You regret swearing in front of him for a moment, and then you don’t. You never change who you are or how you talk for anyone. Why now?

He doesn’t say anything. You get the feeling that he’s waiting for more of an explanation than an apology and you groan. “My mind is just so not in it today. I’m so fucking distracted.”

“I see.” His voice is laced with sudden understanding in just two words. You turn back to your books to pretend he’s not still staring at you. You don’t like being under his gaze when you’ve been wasting his time–intentional or not.

“Come here.”

If you were already still before, you’re stone now. Your pencil falls from your hand, bounces as it hits the desk, and rolls off. It feels like a perfect symbol for what your brain is experiencing at the moment. What did he just say?

You reluctantly meet his eyes again, but they’re the same. “What?”

Yonghee leans back in his chair, letting his thighs fall to the outer sides of the seat and gestures towards his lap with his gaze. His hands rest atop his thighs as if to say look, there’s room for you here. “Come here,” he repeats simply.

You’re fully convinced that you’re no longer just daydreaming. You must’ve fallen asleep during your lesson and now you’re just dreaming. Regular dreaming.

“Yonghee, I don’t understand–”

He turns your chair to face his and reaches for you, carefully letting his hands take hold of your waist. He pulls you off of your chair and into his lap, adjusting you for a moment until you’re in a comfortable position. Your cheeks are burning. This dream feels too real.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his gentle voice sounding even better up close. He searches your eyes for answers the way you did to him moments ago.

“Well, yeah, but I’m still confused.”

“Mm.” He nods his understanding, his hands linking together behind your back. “Let me tell you what I think we should do, okay?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “I think it’s obvious to both of us why you’re distracted. You didn’t hesitate to spell it out for me earlier. It’s my job to make sure your lessons get absorbed properly, but I can’t do that when your pretty little brain keeps wandering, can I?” He waits for a shake of your head this time. “So, in order to make sure you can learn from me, I should take care of any obstacles that stop that from happening. Don’t you think?”

You chew on your lip, hands fidgeting between your bodies, twisting the hem of his shirt in your fists. How is he making you nervous? He’s supposed to be the loser here. You nod anyway.

Satisfied, Yonghee smiles and taps your lower back with his hands. “Good. Now turn around for me.”

What? Turn around? So he’s not going to kiss you?

Yonghee can tell you’re not exactly sure what he’s wanting from you, so he helps. He uses his–surprisingly strong–hands to reposition you until you’re sitting in his lap once again, but facing away from him this time. “There you go,” he praises. He lifts one of your legs until he can plant your foot on the desk. His other hand angles your other leg, bending it just enough so it’s not uncomfortable but you’re spread open enough for him.

Yonghee maneuvers his arms under yours, his fingers coming to play with the strings of your much-too-small sweatshorts. He doesn’t do anything, just plays. He lets his head lean against the side of yours, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You can tell me if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay?”

Once you give him an affirmative nod, his hands glide down the insides of your thighs. They’re warm but your body responds as if they were cold–with a shiver. He kneads the flesh briefly before bringing his hands back up, one hand carefully pulling the crotch of your loose shorts to the side. You hear an incredulous puff of air leave him when he sees there are no panties underneath. 

His other hand finds your right one and guides it, following the same path along your thigh but finishing at your lower lips this time. “Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your fingers flexing in the air just above your clit. You can’t help but feel that if this was anyone else, you would refuse, insisting they stop teasing you and touch you themselves. Instead, you lower your hand, wincing slightly when you find your clit more sensitive than you had expected so soon. You think you should say something, but you feel a little shy to speak all of a sudden, so you just slowly rub circles on your clit.

Yonghee hums as he watches your movements over your shoulder. He watches as your fingers move over the little bundle of nerves, gliding through your embarrassingly wet folds, prodding at your entrance but feeling too bashful to slide inside. As your fingers move back up towards your clit, Yonghee’s hand moves between your thighs.

“Since when are you so shy?” He asks lowly, his middle finger testing before sliding inside. You try to swallow down the soft moan of relief. “This is what you want, right?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of agreement, instead just watching as his finger moves in and out of you slowly, your lips parted as your breathing gradually loses its natural rhythm. Yonghee’s free hand tenderly brushes away a stray strand of hair that falls in your face. He speaks near your ear, his ring finger joining his middle inside your warmth. “There you go. This is what you needed.”

Your fingers keep up the stimulation on your clit, your head falling back on Yonghee’s shoulder as your eyes close. It all feels so good. You would almost feel embarrassed by how wet you are if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

Yonghee presses a light kiss to the side of your face as your hips start moving against his hand, pulling a barely audible grunt out of him. The sound reverberates from your ear all the way down to your core, making you clench around his fingers. Yonghee chuckles quietly, his cheek sliding against yours affectionately. You’re getting overwhelmed quickly, breathing heavily and moaning with need.

Yonghee can sense it.

“Uh-uh,” he chides gently, stilling his fingers inside you as his other hand pulls your hand away from your clit. “Not yet, y/n.”

You sigh in frustration, trying to take things into their own hands as your hips chase his fingers. He tsks, pulling his fingers out of you altogether. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” He warns, his voice still dripping with sweetness. He gives you a second to stop squirming, waiting for you to resign yourself. When you do, he chuckles again, his fingers finding their way back inside you. “See? It’s not so hard.”

“You’re such an ass,” you breathe out, the sound lacking any intimidation due to the clear arousal in your voice. You twitch as his fingers start moving again, his thumb resting against your clit. He curls his fingers, his other hand wrapped over the top of your thigh. Even without seeing him, you can sense his smugness.

“That’s not very nice, y/n,” he murmurs, punctuating his light scolding with a firm press on your clit. You moan out before you can muffle it, surely fueling his ego. You’re too sensitive from being so close to the edge minutes ago–you can’t afford to keep instigating him when you can’t even sit still in his lap. His fingers continue to stroke and rub you, his hand on your thigh keeping you stable enough as he picks up the pace.

It doesn’t take long before you’re getting close again, your wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his jeans. You hear your stifled moans as if listening from outside of yourself, eager to experience an orgasm at the hands of such a beautiful, frustrating man.

And then he stops, fingers slipping out of you, both hands proactively holding you in place by your hips.”Don’t even think about it.”

You groan but it turns into a whine–something you never do with a man. Your brows are knit together, pained. ‘Yonghee, what the fuck?” You hiss, your hips restless in his lap. Clearly he was right to expect their rebellion. “Why the fuck won’t you let me cum?”

He presses soothing kisses along your jawline. “Because, pretty,” he starts, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips in an effort to comfort your spasming body. “When I make you cum for me, I want it to be a good one.” His lips travel back up to your ear. “Be still for me for a second, okay?” A question, but not. An expectation.

With a huff, you silently agree, your eyes squeezing closed tighter as you summon patience. At least it sounds like he’s planning to let you cum at some point. Going home and taking care of it yourself would not sate you at this point. 

Yonghee’s hands move away from your hips and he shifts underneath you, your body freezing momentarily. This is new. You hear the sound of his zipper and you’d swear you started salivating in your mouth like a dog with its eyes set on a piece of raw meat. One of his hands glides up your arm, moving into your hair as you feel the tip of his cock teasing up and down your slit. “Now, you wanna cum for me, y/n?” 

You nod eagerly this time, your attitude replaced with the need to feel him inside you. You’re not going to do anything to deprive yourself of that. “God, please,” you groan, desperate to have the release he’s denied you.

You can feel him smirk against the side of your face, continuing to tease you with himself for a few more long, torturous moments. He palms the back of your skull, finally positioning himself at your entrance. “Let’s perform a little reset on that brain of yours, mm?” Without a moment of hesitation, he pushes himself into you, inching inside at a snail’s pace clearly designed to make you crazy. And boy does it fucking work.

Your walls pulse and flutter around his slow intrusion, your fingers grasping at the air. The moan that comes out of you is prolonged and desperate, mirroring his extended exhale of breath. Once fully seated inside you, he gives you a few moments to accept him before he starts moving, dragging his cock against your walls much too slowly for the pent-up ache you harbor. “Better?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely asking, taunting you, or both.

“Yonghee, it’s not– I need–” You stutter, struggling to clearly communicate when you feel like your mind is blacking out.

“Hmm? What do you need, y/n?” He purrs, his hips moving somehow slower, if that’s even possible. You can feel tears pricking your eyes, a complex combination of frustration and arousal.

“Fuck, please,” you rasp, your throat constricting at the realization that your pleading is no more clear than before. He’s just going to keep fucking teasing me.

Thankfully, Yonghee seems to take pity on you. Maybe the strain in your voice was too much for him to ignore. His hands slide over the tops of your thighs, holding the plushness of your inner thighs open for him. He starts thrusting earnestly now, gradually but quickly picking up speed to give you the stimulation you seem to need from him. You’re choking back sobs, the pleasure of him fucking you after being denied orgasm overwhelming your senses and clouding your brain.

“Oh, y/n.” He sounds almost fond of you as he kisses away a few tears that have escaped your eyes. His hands tighten their grasp on your thighs, his cock pushing deeper, pulling a pitched-up moan out of your trembling body. “Let it all out for me.” The edge of arousal in his voice strikes a pleasured chord in you, the sound echoing on loop in your mind.

You’re writhing on his lap, your back arching off his chest as he pants against your ear, driving himself into you relentlessly without being harsh. Your thighs quake against his palms as you feel the all too familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm, a brief flicker of fear flashing through your mind. He wouldn’t dare deny me again. “Yonghee…” A plea.

“Shh.” His head dips, pressing featherlight kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead, y/n. Cum for me.”

If you weren’t already crying from the pleasure, you could cry from the relief. Your body relaxes at his reassurance before tensing, preparing for the wracking of ecstasy. You barely manage a gasp before your mouth opens wider in a silent moan, your body seemingly ceasing to function aside from tightening around Yonghee’s cock and coating it in your release. You can hear his approving hum as he feels you, hands massaging your thighs to help you through your orgasm. He keeps thrusting as you ride it out, only slowing when he feels you go pliant in his lap.

You’re catching your breath, trying to remember how to use your brain again when you realize that Yonghee has stopped moving. But he didn’t cum. You blink your eyes open, feeling a slight burn from the tears shed. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking down and around you only to find Yonghee flipping through pages of his textbook. “Yonghee?” You don’t think you need to explain what you’re asking. He’s smart.

He smiles, moving his eyes away from the book and back to yours. “What?” He asks, a playful lilt to his tone. You raise your brows, encouraging him to explain. “I did what I was supposed to do, didn’t I?”

You almost smack him, an intrigued smirk forming on your lips. “Really? So now I’m just supposed to get off you and go back to studying?”

“No.” He says, his hands returning to your thighs. “You’re going to sit right here and study.”

For good measure, he rocks his hips into yours, eliciting a small gasp from you. He winks, holding your pencil up for you to take. Oh, he’s deadly serious.

[appynonna]

Our Universe

Chapter 09: A long night. Pairing: Poly!OT8xoriginal chararters Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3,215

Warning: pet names, anger, Talk of drugs, Sexual Suggestiveness.

This is a work of fiction. By no means is meant to be taken seriously and does not reflect on the people used within the story.

Previous Chapter -> Here

Master list -> Here

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Once back at the house, the first thing that was noticed was Ari was gone. Almost as hearing Yechan's thoughts Wooyoung, who was sitting on the sofa provided Yechan with her answer " San went to put Ari in her bed" He told her as they walked in from the garage, Past the offices.

Hongjoong was sitting at his desk with Seonghw and Mingi in front of him. Hongjoong was scrubbing his face and Mingi was talking with his hands. Yechan and Yunho kept walking.

Sitting on the sofa Wooyoung pulled Yechan into a side Hug. Yunho turned toward Wooyoung "Was he able to get out of the meeting?" Wooyoung shook his head "He's pissed about it too, with everything that just happened I don't blame him at all either." He replied as the other three walked into the living room.

Mingi made his way to the oversized sofa, Sitting beside Yunho and taking his hand. Hongjoong sat in the old chair, pulling out his phone while Seonghwa made his way upstairs. Returning a few minutes later with San and Jongho. Hongjoong placed the phone on the coffee table in front of the chair and then propped one of his feet on the same table, Seonghwa slapped his shoulder. Joong just grunted.

"I guess by the quietness you weren't able to fully get out of the meeting," Yeosang asked through the phone "No" Hongjoong answered shortly. "The Distributor is still requesting to meet with all of us in the morning" Seonghwa finished as Hongjoong sat in his chair with his arms crossed, Pouting.

"We were hoping that you would be ok with staying here while we are gone to watch the house, and to make sure Ari is safe." Hwa was looking at Yechan. "We didn't want her to stay by herself before, but now even more." He added Yechan looked from Seonghwa to Hongjoong. The latter let out a breath "She has no way to protect herself"

"I don't mind staying here with her." She told them looking around, Her eyes landing back on the captain. "It's settled then," Hongjoong said then got up and walked out of the room up the stairs, the other just watched.

"Is Joongie acting like a child?" Yeosang asked through the phone. A round of Yeps and yes's were called out. "Wonderful, I'll be home in a few hours. Love you" Yeosang hung up.

"Now what?" Wooyoung asked. "Go pack." Seonghwa then headed upstairs too.

"Yechan stood up and headed into her room waiting for Dune to come in and then closing the door. This was going to be a long week.

Most of the guys already have an overnight flight bag ready at all times with everything needed, so packing didn't take too long.

Wooyoung packed San's bag for him, due to his refusal to leave Ari's side they had to leave for the small airport where the jet was. With Multiple Villas around the continents, They would just get the Suites needed from the Villa in Ganji City.

When it was time to go no one saw Hongjoong again until they got to the airport. The reset taking turns saying goodbyes to the two girls. Seongwha and Wooyoung have the pull San away from the sleep girl's form, While Yunho and Mingi take the longest to say goodbye to Yechan.

Not a few minutes after everyone left Yechan's cell phone rang, She answered without looking at the caller. "Hello" She answered feeling exhausted "Yechan" It was Yeosang "I just wanted to give you a heads up on a few things." He said calmly. "All of your stuff came back clean but keep an eye out for any side effects. If you do think something is wrong call either Scoups, Intak, or Yonghee. They are all aware of what happened" He stopped talking "ok" Yechan replied.

Yeosong continued "Ari is already prone to nightmares" Yechan cut him off knowing where this was going "And that is one of the side effects of the drug, Got to keep an eye out for it" Yechan was starting to shake.

Dune started to poke her with his nose. She made her way to the kitchen as Yeosang continued. "You know where everything is so make yourself at home, or order pizza and have a movie night. She will be asleep for a while" Yechan could hear his car stop "One more thing before I get out, Hongjoong is an asshole" This made Yechan laugh "Seriously, Don't take anything he said to heart. He is just obsessed with Ari, It's unhealthy at this point" Yeosang laughed with Yechan

"We will be home soon, Most likely within 48 hours," He told the girl as he fixed his hair in the rearview mirror "We'll see you once we are back" After telling her goodbye, and disconnecting the call Yechan sat the counter with fresh cut strawberries, Rocky was slowly trying to make his way over to her and Dune.

-Yechan's POV -

Watching as Rocky slowly crawled over to Dune until he was at his tail and kept nipping at it. Django made his way into the kitchen sitting on my opposite side. I turned to Dune "Pị lèn." (Go play. ) Dune turned and jumped on Rocky. The other dog yelped taking off, and Dune followed him around the kitchen island. I shook my head and grabbed a strawberry off my plate handing it to Django.

Poping the last strawberry in my mouth, I rinsed the plate, placed it in the drain, and went to check on Ari. Her room was not what I had expected at all. No trace of pink in sight. The back wall that the bed was set on was white. It had a canopy running from the ceiling to wear a headboard would be, With a large framed photo acting as the headboard. The bed was sitting on a large rug with fake candles and fairy lights surrounded by plants.

SIren lifted his head as I walked in. The sleeping beauty lay in her bed under the white comforter with brown silky pillows around her head. A small toy dog lying next to her in the bed.

It was odd seeing this room so full of life, they used to keep it as a random storage room. It sets the difference that they have with her, that Hongjoong and Hwa have with her. Looking around the room an open door led to the bathroom and the closed door had the dress bag hanging up in it.

A desk set in front of a window, there was a few things on the desk. A large thing of water, A peace lily, and a large laptop with a stylist pen next to it. I shook my head walking out of the room down the hall to the master's bedroom.

Opening the door Matz was lying on the bed, For a cat that has the run of the house he normally stays in one room. Wooyoung's black kitten Nero, Was nowhere to be found. Odd.

I quickly changed the water bowl and refilled the dry food before heading out of the room and going down the hall to Woo's room to see if Nero was there. Open Wooyoung's door, He always stated that he didn't need a lot of room, so he chose to take the smallest room upstairs. The original storage room.

His bed Was sitting on the floor on top of a few pallets with random pillows and blankets on top, Along with some stuffed animals tucked under one of the blankets, Like they would get cold. A shelf leaned between the bathroom and closet doors along with a small deck off to one side.

The shelf was full of random things. Old guitar picks, random rocks, small pine cones, Photos from a picture booth, Pennies he finds while out walking, random small Legos, and dried flowers hanging upside down. On the desk were some of the camera equipment he was working on, Notebooks, and other random books. Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, longleaf to name a few that I could see right off the back. Old receipts sticking out the top of them.

His bathroom door was closed as was the photo studio's door on the opposite side of the room. He never leaves the two doors open. Nero had some of his small toys scattered about but the cat tree was empty.

It's odd, If the little kitty wasn't in the master bedroom he was normal in Woo's room. Refilling Nero's water and food bowls, I left the door cracked as I walked out of the room looking down the hall. The only other room open was Yunho and Mingi's.

That little kitty knows better than to go in there, Walking down the hallway frames lined the walls with random photos that Wooyoung mainly took. Some of themselves, animals, and Places they visited around the world. Paris, St. Peterburgh, Vatican City, as well as places local.

Pushing the door open my eyes went to the fuzzy black ball laying on the white and gold bed. I honestly don't think either of them slept in here, the room was far too clean.

I walked over, Laying on the fluffy comforter the small orange eye kitten rolled over onto his back pawing at me with its front legs. "You are not supposed to be in here," I told him, Nero just meowed back at me. I just laid on my 'husband' and boyfriend's bed. Laughing at myself as I started to feel myself doze off Because technically Yunho was my husband. I felt my eyes closed

-Yechan's dream -

We had only been in the new office for about a week, Everyone was still trying to figure out where everything would go. Yunho was the last person I had expected to walk into the office that morning, following behind Keeho who was carrying another box in.

"That got to be all the boxes, Right?" I asked Keeho "Afraid not" Then Keeho walked out to get more boxes from the moving truck.

"You got a moment?" Yunho asked looking almost nervous, I smiled at his shyness "For you, Always" I walked over and kissed him "PDA gross" Soul shouted as he walked past the door, Helping Keeho with boxes heading to Hongjoong's office down the hall.

I laughed at the two boys making kissing sounds down the hall. Yunho sat up straight in my office chair, opening his officer coat and pulling out a small rolled-up paper "I just need you to fill this out if you're able to" He smiled at me as I made my way over to my office chair " I have time now" I sat in his lap "ok" he handed me his good pilot pen " Sign here" He pointed to a spot marked on the page "and here he pointed to another spot.

He then kissed the back of my neck "Initial on the next to spots" He pulled the strap of my tank top over lightly reaching more of my shoulder "Your making it hard to do so" I sighed at him as he lightly nipped my shoulder, Careful to not leave a mark. I could feel him smirking into my neck "I'm sorry, flip over to the next page" Yunho said lightly running his tongue towards my ear, I did what he said as he reached my ear taking the lobe between his teeth. "At the bottom of the page, I need you to sign and date it" He sucked on the ear as I did so I couldn't help the small moan from escaping.

"Are you done fucking yet?" Hongjoong said from the doorway "You're going to traumatize the kids" Hongjoong's half and half-hair fell into his eyes. "your no fun" Yunho said tapping my leg. He stood up, grabbed the paper rolling it back up before sliding it into his coat pocket.

"What was that paper anyways?" I asked as I made my way over towards the bookshelf picking up the oriental box out of its box as I passed "Oh nothing to Import, Just legal papers to have your last name changed" I turned to Yunho almost dropping the old box "What" I shouted "Why" I asked as I steadied myself "Because I didn't like your last name so I'm having it changed to Jeong" He walked past Hongjoong with a big smile on his face.

I looked at Hongjoong "What just happened?" I asked him confused. He laughed" I think you just got married" He turned heading back to his office laughing. I followed him out into the hallway "I'm not married until I have a ring!" I shouted as he walked away from me, Still laughing.

I turned running into a large hard body Looking up to find Mingi looking at me, His large hands on my shoulder steadying me. "I'll get you a ring" He turned and took out to the front lobby "Mingi I don't need a ring!" I yelled at him but he was gone "What the hell is going" I said walking back into the office, Dune just stared at me from his bed.

-Real world -

A wet nose nudges me awake. Expecting to see Dune I looked down to Django nudging me with his cold nose. "Ok, I'm up," I said pushing him off me, Django trotted to the door, Siren and Dune were waiting in the hallway outside the door. All three turned and headed down the hall. I picked up the little black cat, dropping him off in Wooyoung's room.

Following them to the back door, I open it for them. Rocky came out of the kitchen and ran outside tripping down the steps as he went. I left the door open and sat down outside in a lawn chair next to the in-ground pool.

The night sky showed a crescent moon, Barely more than a sliver.

I pulled out my phone to check the time, 11:39 pm. Damn, I unlocked the phone checking to see if I had any missed calls. One call from Mingi and a few texts from Wooyounf, Yunho, BM, and Rhea.

Wooyoung's was a photo showing the dark clouds outside of the jet windows and a message saying "I'm going to jump" I laughed messaging him back "No you won't, Chicken" along with the chicken Emoji.

Yunho's just started that Wooyoung was an idiot, I laughed replying "Don't kill him."

BM's message just said "Hey", It was from a few hours ago so I chose to not message him back so late.

The message from Rhea was only from a few minutes ago. It simply asked if I had seen Ari this afternoon, I replied telling her that she was at the villa upstairs asleep. I locked my phone setting it down, I looked around at the four dogs, Rocky had some kind of toy slinging it around. Django was lying on the bottom step watching Rocky, and Dune was walking towards me.

I turned looking back towards the door. Siren was sitting by the door looking at me. "Nǐ kěyǐ huí dào tā shēnbiān." (You can go back to her.) I told Siren in Chinese as Yeosang would speak to him a lot in Chinese.

He turned and headed inside.

My phone then went off again. It was a text from Rhea again "Are you with her?" She asked, I sighed and just called her. Rhea picked up on the first ring. "I'm so confused" She shouted before I could say Hello. "Why?" I asked, Dune made his way over to me climbing up in the chair to lay between my legs. "Ari is not answering and hasn't been, It's not like her to do that unless she is asleep, But that doesn't sleep. so I don't know what's going on" Rhea ranted. I don't think she took a breath.

"Ari is ok, She is asleep. She just had a scare early and is now resting." I told Rhea "What" She cut me off "You're there?" She asked "Ya, I'm staying the night maybe tomorrow too. I'm not sure yet" I told her petting Dune's head. "Now I know something weird is going on" Some rustling happens on the other line "Seugmin, Shut the hell up" She shouted "Sorry," Rhea said coming back to the phone "The idiot is egging the cats on and they don't like it" This made me smile

"It's fine," I told her "I'm about to head to shower and try to get some sleep," I told her standing up. Patting my leg all the dogs came to me then went inside. I walked in closing the door behind me and locking it "OK, Text me when you get up. Night." She said hanging up the phone before I could reply. That girl never slows down.

I walked over to my bedroom Dune following behind me going to lay in his bed between the Bathroom and walk-in closet. Taking a quick shower, I put on the white and brown teddy bear Pj's that Jongho got me for Christmas last year. Placing my glasses on I walked upstairs to Ari's room to check on her once more.

The girl was fine, Still lying on her back in the same spot. Siren was on the bed and Djonga was lying on the ground next to the bed. Rocky was asleep on his back in the middle of the floor, His tongue sticking out.

I walked over to Ari and placed my hand on her throat, This caused Siren to start to growl at me. Django quickly responded to his brother's alert, He gave a deep bark. Siren stopped growling but his ears were still lying backward watching me.

I checked Ari's pulse, It was strong but not overly fast. It's just above normal. She should be fine, Just need to sleep it off at this point. I pulled the blanket up to cover her more and turned to Django "Gaurd" I told the dogs. django's ears pointed up, Alerted. I didn't need to turn and look at Siren to know he was doing the same.

Looking over at the sleeping Rocky, He had rolled over and was alerted at me. He stood and followed me to the door, sitting down outside of Ari's bedroom door. I stopped and patted his head "Good boy"

Heading back downstairs to my room, I found Dune already sleeping in his bed. Leaving the door cracked, I shook my head and climbed into bed.

I was barely asleep when the door busted open. Something jumped into my bed and was buried under the covers on my side. A moment later something else joined and it pushed me out of the bed onto the floor

"What the hell," I said loudly A loud bang was heard across the room. Turning around it looked like Rocky and Dune were wrestling, But it was different than what they normally do.

Django barked from on top of my bed, Hopping off the bed and moving to the door. He spun in a circle, Barked, and ran out of the room.

Something was wrong.

[blossominghunnie]

Cix

☀️ Imagine 🌙 Fanfic

🌼 Fluff 🥀 Angst 🌷 Comedy 🍄 Suggestive 🪼Request

Bx/Lee Byounggon

Coming soon

Kim Seunghun

Coming soon

Kim Yonghee

Back Home ☀️🌼🪼

01:30 ☀️🌼🪼

Bae Jinyoung

End up here ☀️🌼 (soon)

Yoon Hyunsuk

Liar 🌙🌷 [On hold]

Surprise! ☀️🌼

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[lght-shwr]

hi freya! could u suggest some younger alternatives for nct's jaehyun? around 00-03

🧚‍♀️ . . . ANDREA IS HERE !

Hey there ! Below the cut are ELEVEN ( 11 ) possible alternatives for NCT's Jaehyun ! Everyone is Korean unless specified ! The italicized ones just indicate my personal favorites, so there's no need to pay mind to it ! I hope I found the ones to your liking !

CIX's Kim Yonghee ! ( 2000 ) 

DKB's Jung Sungmin ( Lune ) ! ( 2000 ) 

ASTRO's Yoon Sanha ! ( 2000 ) 

TEMPEST's Koo Bon-hyuk ( Hyuk ) ! ( 2000 ) 

NCT's Lee Jeno ! ( 2000 ) 

ATEEZ's Choi Jongho ! ( 2000 )

BAE173's Jung Gun ( Yoojun ) ! ( 2000 ) 

ZEROBASEONE's Sung Hanbin ! ( 2001 ) 

CIIPHER / EVNNE's Terazono Keita ! ( 2001 ) ( JAPANESE ) 

BAE173's Park Junseo ! ( 2001 ) 

TO1's Nishijima Renta ! ( 2003 ) ( JAPANESE )

[cutie-cix]

I have no idea if y’all have seen that video of yonghee tickling hyunsuk while they did a radio thing (idol radio?? Idk I wasn’t paying attention)

ANYWAYS Yonghee is usually never affectionate with you unless he knows for sure you’re in private BUT

You sometimes catch him being a little bit(emphasis on little bit) handsy with you. It starts with a hand on the small of your back, which shifts slowly over to your waist and wraps around gradually to squeeze you ever so gently.

When you ask him what’s up, he just looks at you lovingly, but his eyes keep moving down to your lips, so just know he’s needy.

I have a STRONG belief that he would never ever touch you to make a move on you, worried he would be doing something wrong, so he says it with his eyes. They’re sparkling in a way they don’t usually do & he’s just full of lust and love. He makes LOTS of eye contact and if he gets the ok from you, he’ll press tender & lingering kisses on your neck, jawline and cheek before he lays a passionate one on your lips as his hands run through your hair.

Oh and once that kiss is over and you’re catching your breath he bites his lip and just looks deep into your eyes, smirking a little.

[minghaoyoudoin]

CIX reactions to you sitting in their lap during a bumpy car ride

genre: suggestive

requested: yes!!

a/n: thank you for this request, anon! I had wayyy too much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading!

bx

“Dude, cool it with the turns.” Byounggon said tightly, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You adjusted in his lap as subtly as you could, your cheeks burning.

Seunghun offered an apologetic glance over his shoulder. “Sorry guys. They should really make cars with six seats, huh?”

Byounggon didn’t bother laughing at his friend’s joke, though the rest of the boys did. You were hyperaware of every place his body touched yours, each bump and pothole in the road somehow pressing you further into him.

When presented with your “seating” options for the two-hour-long road trip out of the city, none were wildly appealing. You loved each of your friends fiercely, but sitting on their lap wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend the long drive.

After ten minutes of bickering and five games of rock-paper-scissors, you and Byounggon had stared at one another in silence. And now, you were only fifteen minutes into the car ride and you felt ready to itch out of your skin.

Byounggon’s body was warm against yours, his hands resting awkwardly on the seat. You sat in silence most of the time, only contributing to the boys’ conversation when their terrible jokes became too much for you.

Seunghun took yet another turn without braking at all. Your body pitched to the side and you gasped, but Byounggon’s hands abruptly found your waist. His fingers dug into your hipbones as he steadied you, unintentionally pressing you further into his lap at the same time.

You exhaled shakily and turned your head to look at him. “Thanks,” you breathed.

Byounggon’s throat worked, his cheekbones stained with color. Were you affecting him as much as he was you? There was an incessant heat building in your stomach that you attempted to control with every breath.

Safe to say, it wasn’t working. Byounggon didn’t remove his hands from you this time, instead allowing them to relax on the tops of your thighs. The heat of them seeped through your jeans like the fabric wasn’t there at all.

Yeah, this was going to be a very long drive.

rest of the members under the cut!

seunghun

“Come on, hot stuff, I don’t bite.”

You scowled at Seunghun’s words and he giggled from his place in the backseat. You eyed the open door warily, then the rest of the boys who were waiting for you to get in. The drive would be uncomfortable, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. And after Seunghun’s goading, you were completely unwilling to lose.

You clambered into the car before you could psych yourself out of it. Seunghun opened his arms automatically to accommodate you, his hands casually linking across your stomach the moment you were settled. His arms weren’t much by way of a seatbelt, but they would have to do.

Seunghun pulled you back against his chest and laughed again at your affronted huff.

“Everyone good? Good.” Jinyoung didn’t wait for confirmation from your friend group before he shifted the car into drive. He whipped out of the parking lot with enough speed that you gasped. You unintentionally grabbed Seunghun’s thighs in an attempt to steady yourself at the same time his arms tightened around you.

Seunghun didn’t release you as Jinyoung merged into traffic. He launched into the usual bickering with the other boys almost immediately, each word he spoke vibrating into your back that was pressed against his chest.

You relaxed sooner than you thought you would. You leaned back against him, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. This position was far more intimate than you’d ever been with any of your friends, let alone Seunghun, and it affected you more than you expected.

Your heart galloped in your chest, beating so fiercely you worried he could feel it. Jinyoung ran over a pothole in the road and you inhaled sharply when the car jolted. That sensation took you by surprise, to be sure. You shifted in Seunghun’s lap at the uncomfortable heat building between your thighs and he stilled.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, quietly enough that he couldn’t be heard over the other boys’ conversation. You froze, embarrassment surging through you in a rush.

“Sorry—accident.”

The longer Seunghun considered his response, the more your anxiety grew. “You’re not… are you?” When you didn’t answer, he laughed gently. “No way.”

“Shut it, Hun.”

Seunghun’s hands slid over your hips and he lightly squeezed your waist. Another bump in the road pressed you further into his lap and you nearly groaned aloud.

Seunghun exhaled in your ear, raising pleasant chills on your neck. “This should be fun.”

yonghee

Yonghee whispered his tenth apology when the car drove over a speedbump in the road, pressing you firmly into his lap. You waved him off, trying and failing to appear casual.

In truth, you were going wild. You couldn’t seem to get a handle on the sensitivity between your legs, reacting to every sensation of Yonghee’s body against yours. He was impossibly warm and solid, his arms a comfortable brace around you as he attempted to keep you from flying across the car.

You weren’t thrilled at the idea of sitting on any of the boys' laps, but you were glad it was Yonghee. He was trying his best to be respectful, only touching you enough to keep you steady. Little did he know, that minimal contact was enough.

Your one-sided crush on him was having a field day today. It was easy enough to control your feelings when in a usual setting, but even with the other boys in the car you were struggling to keep your composure. If anything, the complete care with which Yonghee held you was only fuel to your fire.

“Are you okay?” Yonghee whispered. His voice was more strained than you expected and you turned your head to look at him. There were stars in his eyes, the mole beneath the left one close enough for you to kiss if you dared.

“Yeah… fine.”

Right, because that was convincing.

Yonghee inhaled deeply, never looking away from you as his arms tightened around your waist. You shifted on his lap again, only partly because of the way the hooligan driving—namely, Byounggon—drove over a pothole.

Heat rose in your cheeks at the sensation of Yonghee’s lap pressed firmly against your backside. He wasn’t… turned on, was he?

Judging by the way he subtly shifted against you in answer, he very much was.

You had only been in the car for half an hour. If you were already this affected, how were you going to make it through the rest of the drive?

You forced yourself to look forward again, a faint smile on your face. Maybe your crush wasn’t so unrequited, after all.

bae jinyoung

“If you keep doing that I’m going to lose my mind.”

You froze at the low sound of Jinyoung’s voice in your ear, no more than a strained whisper. Yonghee apologized from the front seat as he drove over another pothole, jostling you where you sat in Jinyoung’s lap. He exhaled heavily into your hair, his warm breath prickling your scalp.

“Doing what?” You whispered back.

Jinyoung didn’t answer. His arms around you loosened so his hands could rest on your thighs. He subtly splayed his fingers, squeezing lightly.

You released a shaky breath, aware that your cheeks were burning. Of all the boys you could have sat on during the drive, it only made sense for it to be your boyfriend. But apparently, you had made a grave mistake in doing this.

At this point, your skin was hypersensitive in every place Jinyoung touched you. His warmth seeped through your clothes, somehow as comforting as it was energizing.

Hyunsuk raised an eyebrow at you in your periphery as Jinyoung planted a soft kiss onto your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at your friend, trying your best to act unaffected by your boyfriend’s antics. It definitely didn’t work, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

This drive would be the death of you. The second you arrived at the Airbnb, you intended to steal Jinyoung away from the boys for at least an hour. That is, if you didn’t burst into flames first.

The car drove over a speedbump but you didn’t even process Yonghee’s apology anymore. Jinyoung’s fingers were lazily massaging your thighs, doing nothing to soothe the ache between them.

“You stop that,” you breathed, hardly daring to look at Jinyoung as you spoke. He laughed softly, the sound reverberating through your back. Your heart thudded unevenly in response.

Seunghun groaned dramatically from the front passenger seat. “There are thirty-eight minutes left until we get there. Then, for the love of god, please get a room.”

hyunsuk

Hyunsuk couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself. He squirmed at every bump and hole in the road, his movements only succeeding in pressing himself more firmly against you.

“Quit it, please.” You whispered, your voice low. The other boys were asleep, save Jinyoung, who was very pointedly watching the road as he drove. It was dark enough in the car that you couldn’t see Hyunsuk’s face well as you looked at him, his eyes reflecting the night sky through the window.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately. His hands were balled into fists on the seat in his effort not to touch you.

He didn’t need to apologize. In truth, you were just as affected as he was. You had been dancing around one another for months, each of you too afraid to voice your feelings aloud to the other. Of course the other boys would jump at the opportunity to make you sit in his lap during the long car ride back to the city.

You were definitely plotting Seunghun’s downfall for conspicuously shoving you into Hyunsuk’s lap.

You unintentionally shifted in Hyunsuk’s lap when the car drove over several low speedbumps in the road. The heat in your stomach rose into your cheeks and you resisted the urge to cover your face.

“How much longer?” Hyunsuk’s whisper was no more than a ghost of air moving. Apparently, he had reached the limit of his patience, as his hands at last moved from the seat to your hips. His touch was feather-light, his fingers barely curling around your hipbones as he held you to him.

“I don’t know,” you murmured back. God, the impulse to shift in his lap was enormous. “An hour?”

Hyunsuk exhaled shakily. You leaned back fully, your back pressed flush against his chest. His rapid heartbeat thudded against you, mirrored by your own.

“When we get back,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Please tell me you’ll finally let me take you to dinner.”

You laughed breathily, nervous when the low sound caused Yonghee to stir in his sleep beside you.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

What do you think makes cix horny?? Like what do you think makes them want to pin you against a wall 😳

Cause ngl I feel like even the quiet ones would have their moments

Byounggon: When you dress up, specially for him. Whether that's lingerie or an off-the-shoulder dress for a dinner party, he feels touched (and turned on) by the effort you put in for him. He always thinks you're gorgeous, but it's really a whole other level when you pamper yourself and really feel beautiful. He loves the idea of tainting the perfect look you've got going on. Messing up your hair, smudging your lipstick, sucking bruises onto your flawless skin. Though he'd like to make his intentions known right away, he usually makes himself wait, because the longer he thinks about it, the more eager he is when the timing actually comes about—and that leads to a fun night. All of his usual inhibitions are thrown out the window, 'cause as the outfit would entail... It's a special night.

Seunghun: Honestly, this dude's always good to go—any time, any place—so he just kinda follows your lead. If you're horny, so is he. Overall, it's gotta be your eyes that do it for him. If you give him The Look™ from across a crowded room or while standing in the doorway watching him strip out of his sweaty practice clothes, he can't help but smirk to himself like, "Yeahhhhh, she's into me," as if you aren't already dating. His mood can change in two seconds flat. He can be the sweetest, cuddliest teddy bear of a boyfriend, but the moment you send him signals, softness is the farthest thing from his mind.

Yonghee: I have a long-standing theory that Yonghee has sensitive ears, so pretty much anything you whisper to him sends shivers down his spine and sets his skin on fire—especially if it's a compliment. If you lean over during a dinner with the guys and say, "you look really good", even if it's completely innocent, he'll still feel his entire body tense up. It's a combination of things. Your fly-aways tickling his cheek and neck, the proximity, your warm breath against the sensitive shell of his ear, the fact that you always manage to smell so damn good. He really can't get enough of you, and that's on a normal day. He can usually calm himself and hold himself back pretty well, but imagine how crazy things get when you're specifically trying to turn him on.

Jinyoung: When you swear. He can't really pinpoint what it is, but when you swear during a rant, because you splashed some hot oil on your arm, or at him, blood goes rushing straight between his legs. He feels kinda bad about it sometimes, because swearing the way he likes means you're either annoyed, hurt, angry, or upset—but you always seem to feel much better after he helps your relieve your stress, so he can't feel too bad about it. But seriously though, if you're telling him to 'put his fucking socks in the laundry basket, 'cause he's a grown man and it's not that hard', he's pinning you to the wall and shoving his tongue down your throat real fast. He always slips into kicked puppy mode afterwards and apologizes though, 'cause he doesn't want you to feel like he's invalidating your feelings—you're just really sexy to him, in everything you do.

Hyunsuk: He's a simple man. Legs. Wear shorts or a skirt and he's already so far gone, it's almost embarrassing. You're not even trying to be sexy, you're just going about your day, yet he can't even control himself. Once he's comfortable with you and your relationship, he's not afraid to tell you when he's feelin' spicy, but he's also totally cool if you're not in the mood. If you let him cuddle with you and rub your legs, he'll be equally as satisfied (though he will playfully pout and say he's been cockblocked by his own girlfriend). Another thing that gets him going is when he sees you having fun without him. The independence and—in a way—your lack of reliance on him just really turns him on. He wants to make you need him.

[yonghe-e]

190808 yonghee is the superior yonghee sorry I don’t make the rules

[leejeongz]

Can I ask for a shy first date with yonghee w a kiss that gradually turns into a make out session? 👀 I love this man sm

not so shy anymore - kim yonghee (cix)

pairing: yonghee x gn!reader

genre: fluff, maybe a tiny bit suggestive

word count: 1.9k

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of food, make out, mentions of thunder, mutual pining, friends to lovers

summary: with your first date cut short thanks to the rain, yonghee invites you back to his flat where you share more than just a pizza.

your train pulled into the station and stopped for merely a few minutes before leaving again. luckily for you, you’d already managed to fight your way to the front of the crowded carriage so that you could be the first one off, you weren’t missing out on this date no matter what. after asking someone on the platform for directions, you made your way to the gate, yonghee nervously waiting for you on the other side. you decided to avoid eye contact, you smiled down to yourself as you scanned your ticket, he was even more handsome than you remember.

yonghee, one year older than you, or one year wiser than you was how he liked to think of it, had a secret crush on you since high school but had to move to a town a few miles away thanks to his dad’s occupation. you stayed in touch as (flirtatious) friends, although his feelings never faded. one year later, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you on a date and now here you were, both excited to see each other again.

he waved gently as you walked towards him, an uncontrollable bounce in your step. neither of you were huggers, maybe a high five was okay but that’s too weird for a date, isn’t it?

“the weather forecast got worse,” he greeted you with a wide smile, contradicting his dampening statement.

you were more than thankful though, you no longer had the “10 ways to make meeting an old friend even more awkward” checklist whirling around in your mind.

“do you think we’ll still be able to go to the outdoor markets?” you pouted, contrary to your usual character.

“we can try,” yonghee insisted, leading the way out of the station towards the centre of the town, where the market had been set up.

you trailed behind him, struggling to keep up with the boy that had somehow grown another inch or two since you last saw him. you looked up only to be overshadowed by huge black clouds, full of rain.

“oh,” yonghee turned back to see you at least a foot away from him, “i should slow down,” he stopped and waited for you to reach him and catch your breath. “did you bring an umbrella?” he asked hopefully, the small chance of you having one getting even smaller when he noticed the bag you’d brought with you was only enough for a card wallet and your phone to fit inside. you shook your head and regretfully pursed your lips into a sorry smile. “oh well, they’ll be sheltered anyway, i think.”

the walk was only a few minutes, which felt like a very long time with a silent yonghee by your side, his hand brushing over yours every few steps before you finally gave in and grabbed it. the rain had held off for the most part, one or two droplets but nothing to worry about. that was until you’d finally reached the market stalls. there was little to no shelter, there were no complementary umbrellas, you just had to trust that your hood didn’t fly off of your head in the wind. to your dismay, the majority of the stalls were closed due to the forecast, lightning threatening the owners, scaring them away from making a sale.

“yonghee,” you stopped as you reached one of the very few sheltered sheds, “i think we should just come back another day,” you sulked. obviously you didn’t want to go home, but you wondered if he had other ideas on what to do in his local area. yonghee’s free hand begged to find yours as you faced each other, his eyes still wandering from stall to stall, anywhere but your eyes. “but you came all this way, that doesn’t seem fair,” he thought for a moment, hoping you wouldn’t talk as he weighed up the pros and cons of inviting you back to his place. “my flat isn’t that far away from here, we can chill there until the weather stops misbehaving,” he tutted at the clouds as a disgruntled teacher would at their naughty children. “just to hang out, i mean, i’m not that type of guy,” he clarified, knowing that you’d be a little cautious but hoping that you’d trust him given that you had been friends for a while, not to mention the innocent red glow lighting up his cheeks as he regretting his choice of words.

you agreed with a shy nod, letting go of one of his hands and letting him once again guide you through the brooding streets of his town. as you walked on, you decided that, actually, it was a pretty nice town, you’d definitely want to come back when it's not so wet, especially if it meant you got to see yonghee again.

“sorry? did you say something?” he asked. you shook your head and furrowed your brows but decided it must have just been some distant thunder that he’d heard. you gripped his hand tighter with the notion that the storm was getting closer, praying that his flat was nearby.

“when did you get your own place?” you asked, trying to break the silence.

“hmm, about 2 months ago, i’m still not used to living alone,” he pressed his free hand to his lips to warm up his fingers, before stopping outside of the only high rise building in town and entering a code. you looked up at the purposefully darkened windows of the building, admiring it, yonghee waiting with the door open. it seemed a little out of place, but yonghee suited the modern vibe, so you didn’t mention it.

“what floor are you on?” you asked, still in awe. he responded by holding up 7 fingers, which you remembered to be his lucky number.

“you’re okay walking that, right?” yonghee joked as he pressed for the elevator, “i’ll be up there cheering you on, don’t worry, honey,” his eyes widened and averted from yours as the pet name slipped off of his tongue, you smiled, flushing a similar shade of red as the illuminated elevator button.

a gruelling minute of silence past, the elevator stopped on floor 7 and you followed yonghee down the corridor to his flat, the door a sleek shade of dark gray, opposing his brilliant white puffer jacket that he’d opted to wear for your date.

“let me take your jacket,” he invited you inside and waited for you to remove your soaking wet coat before hanging it on the only empty hook by the door.

“that’s a lot of jackets,” you noticed, saying absolutely anything that came into your head as you’d now realised that you’re going to have to be the one to lead the conversation given that he’s back to his shy self.

his hand stroked over them as he let out a quiet “yeah.”

you grabbed your phone from your bag and checked the time, 12:30. almost on cue, your tummy rumbled.

“hungry? wanna order chicken? pizza?” he suggested, unzipping his coat pocket and taking out his phone, a little awkwardly since his coat was also hung up.

you nodded excitedly, “pizza!” you reminisced on the time the math club at your school bought pizzas to congratulate you on your team's success, which was definitely all down to you and him since you were the only ones on the team that actually cared about maths.

“do you remember when-”

“when you accidentally threw garlic mayo all over your uniform, yes i do,” you laughed and he joined.

“i thought we said we’d never talk about that?” he pouted as the laughter faded “but now it’s only fair that i remind you of the time you told the judges your home address instead of which school you came from.”

before you’d even realised, you were comfortably sitting next to him on his seemingly brand new sofa giggling away at all the stories you had from math club, something any “ordinary” person would label boring or nerdy. that’s what you liked about yonghee, he was just like you in that sense, a little bit nerdy, but definitely not boring.

“you know, that was when i realised that i really liked you,” the joking atmosphere disappeared.

“to be honest,” you let out a laugh louder than you had anticipated as your hand fell to his thigh which immediately tensed, “i started liking you long before that. i didn’t think someone as handsome as you would ever be in math club so it was pretty much from the day i walked in and saw you sitting at the table.”

“you’re so shallow, only caring about my undoubtedly beautiful face,” he scoffed, “but i mean it, you’ve been the only person i’ve thought about like that since, nobody makes my heart race like you did. like you do.” he corrected himself quickly.

your eyes followed his lips as he spoke, they were smooth and pinkish but all you could think about was how pretty they’d look after you’d kissed him. this didn’t go unnoticed by yonghee, his eyes were doing the same, every so often he saw that your lips would twitch with shyness, he thought it was adorable.

you leaned in, he did the same, taking a timid hand to tuck a still quite damp piece of your hair behind your ear. lips almost touching, he whispered against them “can i kiss you?”

you let out a heavy breath and nodded ever so slightly. you gently pecked his lips and he followed suit, the time between each peck getting quicker and quicker until neither of you were prepared to pull away.

the hand that previously tucked your hair behind your ear now rested at your neck, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek, sometimes touching your ear as the kiss deepened. the push and pull of your lips was something that you’d both been thinking about for a long time, now it was finally happening, it seemed like there was no one else in the world, just you, and him. his other hand finally caught hold of your waist, he’d been trailing it up and down your side a few times before tugging at it, begging for you to get on top of him.

you stood your ground which made yonghee smile into the kiss, he liked that you knew what you wanted. but deciding now was the right time to show you exactly what you’d been missing out on all this time, yonghee took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently, letting go as he felt you pulling away slightly.

worried that he’d done something wrong, he shot back into his seat, out of your eye line. “did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently.

“no, but we forgot to order the pizza!” you reminded him with a laugh. he let out a small, still cautious laugh, causing you to turn to look at him. his lips were exactly as you imagined, slightly swollen, maybe even a little bruised, “oh well, we have a lot of lost time to catch up on.”

you swung a leg over yonghee and straddled him, exactly as he wanted, before cupping his face with both hands and kissing him firmly on his lips. his hands rested naturally at your lower back, tracing the words “be mine” onto some of your exposed skin, knowing that you won’t even realise.

[still-astray]

Hello Chapter: Hello, CIX

Nala joins the lineup for CIX.

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Everything that day had gone wrong so far. Starting from the second she woke up to someone drizzling cold water on her.

Then came the dance practice after school. Nala was not known for her dance skills, and whenever she messed up in the least it seemed like she’d never get it right.

Then finally it was not being able to eat dinner that night due to a diet. It wasn’t her fault she’d stayed at the same weight for months no matter what she’d done to try and lose a few pounds.

And that night, Nala was hungry.

So when she got the phone call from her brother Alex, the last thing she wanted to do was answer. But knowing Alex, he would scold her for not answering the next time he saw her. And Nala hated when her brother got onto her for anything.

It’s not like she needed a third parent. Right?

Sighing, she hit accept and turned the phone to speaker DK she wouldn’t have to hold it. “Alex, you had better have a good reason for calling at this hour-“

“I do,” Alex cut her off, sounding more excited than he had since getting placed into the lineup for the new boy group. “And you’re going to be thrilled, sis.”

“Spill.” Nala shifted on her mattress, still skeptical.

She heard Alex take a deep breath through the phone. “You’re in the lineup.”

It didn’t quite register. “What?”

“You’re gonna debut in CIX. With me.”

“What?”

“Listen. The lineup is BX, Seunghun, Yonghee, me, Jinyoung, Hyunsuk, and you. CIX will be seven now.”

“Wait, you’re not talking about Bae Jinyoung, are you?”

“Wanna One?”

“Duh.”

“One and the same. And BX and Seunghun were both on Treasure Box.”

“What?!”

“Well, it is what it is. Even if you hate us.”

“Alex Yamaguchi, you know that’s not what I mean. I just mean that I never expected this to happen.” Nala chewed her lower lip, suddenly nervous for what the following day might bring.

“Can’t wait to get you here with us.” Alex fell silent for a moment. “But you know, we’re getting closer to debut. You’re really going to have to step up the dance skills.”

“Anyone besides you who’d be willing to help me?”

“What, you’re still not accepting my help after-”

“Shut up. We don’t talk about that. Just answer my question.”

Alex sighed through the phone. “Other than your own brother, since Jinyoung is easily one of our best dancers-“

“Nope. Not Jinyoung.”

“Why? Scared of him cause he’s already famous?” Nala could practically hear the wink in her brother’s tone.

“I’m not elaborating. Anyone else?”

“Well, there’s always Seunghun-”

“Nope. Someone not previously known.”

“So you are scared of them because they’re famous!” Alex crowed triumphantly.

Nala sighed. “Let’s just leave that aspect alone. Is there anyone else?”

“Hyunsuk- that is, Yoon Hyunsuk. Choi Hyunsuk debuted in Treasure.”

“Did they combine Jaehyuk and Hyunsuk to come up with him?” Nala quipped.

Alex laughed. “No, actually, while his name would suggest that, he looks more like Hueningkai of Txt than either Jaehyuk or other Hyunsuk.”

Nala shook her head, too tired to fully comprehend. “Guess I’ll just have to wait and see for myself. So he’s a dancer but not previously known?”

“Fits all your criteria except for he’s tall.”

“You’re tall and I’m not scared of you.”

“I mean tall. He’s six two.”

“Oh-”

“But, the only members left to help you with dance are: Yonghee, who you’d be scared of because he’s a math genius, BX, who you’d be scared of because he was on Treasure Box, or me, who you don’t trust anymore with dance because of-”

“I said we don’t talk about that-” interrupted Nala.

“-that thing we don’t talk about,” finished Alex at the same time.

Nala sighed. “So basically you’re saying that I’m about to debut in a group where I’m probably going to be scared of all the members?”

“Most likely. I think you’ll find we’re not scary though. Sure, a few of us are previously known. Sure, one of us is tall. But you’ll get used to us.”

“Hope so. Say, your members aren’t hearing your conversation, are they?”

“Huh? What- no, gosh no. I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the fan on high because I knew I’d end up pointing out which members you’d be scared of. But I can hear someone banging on the door so I’d better go.”

Nala laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, you’d better.”

“Alright, sis. See ya tomorrow.” But before Alex hung up, Nala heard him yell, “Jinyoung, I swear if you bang on that door one more time I’ll-”

Then the line went silent. Nala set the phone down, giggling at the mini-exchange. Hoo boy, if that doesn’t describe Alex, I don’t know what does.

The next morning, Nala was awake bright and early- well, technically it was dark and early, considering that the sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon yet.

She’d stayed up late to pack, and although now she could hardly keep her eyes open, at least she didn’t have to pack this morning. She’d gotten a call from her trainee group’s manager right after Alex hung up, telling her to be ready to leave for the CIX practice room (and ultimately, dorms) early enough to be at the room at seven the next morning.

Stumbling through the room, lines from Insomnia by Stray Kids flitted through her head, eliciting a tired, half-hearted laugh. “Insomnia wasn’t even the reason I didn’t sleep,” she muttered, brushing her teeth and raking a brush through her hair. “Maybe I can catch a few winks before meeting CIX.”

Unfortunately, forty winks was an impossible wish. As soon as she exited the dorm she saw Alex waiting for her. “Alex, what the f-”

“Language, my dear sister.” Alex poked the tip of her nose.

“I was going to say frick, not the actual word.” Nala wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Maybe he would carry her to the room…

“Not a chance, sis.“ Alex pushed her upright and steadied her. “I don’t know why you didn’t sleep, but now you have to wake up.”

“Wake me when we arrive.” Nala flopped onto the floor and refused to move.

“Yonghee might tease you if you’re late,” warned Alex, but Nala could hear the smile in his tone. “Plus, aren’t you the one always telling me that first impressions are the most important?”

“So?”

“Lateness for the first practice doesn’t exactly give off a good first impression. And don’t you want to start off in the leader’s good graces?”

“Who’s the leader?”

“BX.”

Nala shot up and was halfway down the hallway before Alex caught up to her. “Wrong way, sis,” he panted. “It’s the other way.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

It was nearing seven when she and Alex reached the CIX practice room. Nala hung back, nervously biting her nails while Alex slipped inside the practice room to introduce her.

A moment later her phone buzzed with the go-ahead message. Taking a breath, she stepped inside before she could chicken out.

“Hello, I’m Nala-” She stopped short mid-bow, lifting her head and looking around suspiciously. “Alex, isn’t there anyone here?”

“Well, there’s me,” came a voice, and Nala jumped in surprise as a familiar figure came from around a corner. “Hey, Nala, nice to meet you.”

Nala turned quickly to see the speaker, and her eyes widened a bit when she saw BX- real name Byounggon, as she’d known him by before- standing there smiling. “H-hello-”

From across the room, Alex chuckled. “I kinda figured that would be your reaction, sis. Just wait till the rest of ‘em come out.”

“Alex, you planned it this way?”

“Well, you do get overwhelmed by meeting lots of people at once.”

“I… dang. I guess you really aren’t so bad sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t say that yet. You’re gonna hate me in a few minutes. Like, really hate me.”

“How so?” BX queried.

“Remember what I told you last night?”

Nala gasped. “You told him?! Alex, you little-”

Arms encircled her, preventing her from charging over and possibly hurting Alex. Nala struggled. “Alex, you two-faced little fox, you let go of me!”

“I’m not Alex,” laughed the voice of the one holding her.

Nala froze. “Then who are you?”

“Well, I’m not the one everyone knows is good at math.”

“So not Yonghee.”

“Right. I wasn’t on Treasure Box.”

“Okay, you’re not Seunghun.”

“And I’m not the youngest.”

“But the youngest is me,” pointed out Nala, “so that doesn’t really tell me much.”

“Okay, then, I’m not six foot two.”

Nala inhaled. “You’re Bae Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung laughed, swinging her gently from side to side. “Do I sense a Wannable?”

Nala felt a blush rise from her neck to her ears. “I may or may not be a fan.”

Alex hooted. “That means she’s a huge Wannable.”

“Aw, shut up, Alex,” mumbled Nala, embarrassed. “You’d react the same way if you were joining Blackpink.”

“That is not the point.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Whatever the case may be, I look forward to helping you with dance.”

Nala’s jaw dropped. “Alex!!!”

Alex howled with laughter. “Oh boy, this is going to be so worth whatever she does me to later.”

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San- Confessions (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive, high school au, enemies to lovers au.

Pairing: San x Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, alcohol.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd rate your life at your prestigious boarding school a nine.

You loved KQ Academy: a boarding school for the rich, spoiled brats of the country. The teachers were highly experienced and the other staff were really nice. The cafeteria food was great and the vending machines always had your favorite drinks. The bathrooms were clean and the classrooms, laboratories, and other activity rooms were large and spacious. There were three different sports fields, a large swimming pool, and a large athletics field. The dormitories were also really comfortable and overall impressive. Basically, your school was lit.

So why did you rate your great life here a nine? Two words: Choi San.

San was the only person here who got on your nerves. Not only was he a rich, spoiled brat, but he was also the most popular guy at school and the captain of the volleyball team. His pretty face screamed of nothing but trouble... for you.

You don't understand why San doesn't like you; ever since he joined your school in ninth grade, you both never got along despite being in the same friend group. Your friends tried their best to make you both decently talk to each other, but they gave up eventually when it clearly wasn't working; you both always argued about the smallest, stupidest things.

"Should I get another piercing?" Hongjoong asked, opening his strawberry yogurt.

"Where?" Yunho questioned. "Please, not on your ear! Let the poor thing breathe!" You chuckled, glancing at the many piercings on your twin brother's ears.

"I swear Hongjoong hyung is a masochist," Yeosang stated, making Mingi and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"And he likes exhibitionism," Seonghwa said. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, quietly eating his yogurt; he was used to everyone teasing him.

"Hey guys!" you heard Choi San greet before he took his usual seat beside Wooyoung. You glanced at him, immediately noticing his disheveled hair and swollen lips.

"Oh god, San, who was it now?" Eunhee, Hongjoong's girlfriend, questioned.

"Na Yuri," San said with a smirk. "She took me behind the auditorium. There were no cameras there." You heard Jiwoo mumble a 'not surprise' from beside you, making you chuckle.

"And you managed to get off in less than five minutes?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow.

San fake gasped in shock. "What! Wooyoung, you know I don't fuck these girls. I've only made out with them."

"What, really?" Jongho asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone other than my ex, Jina," San said, taking a bite of Yeosang's ice cream sandwich, earning a glare from the boy. You were quite surprised at this new information; the entire school thought San fucked a new chick every week. You wondered why he never said anything about it despite all the false claims.

"Y/N," you heard someone call you, catching all your friends' attention. You saw Kim Yonghee approach you with the sweetest smile on his face. He handed you your notebook that you had given him two days ago. "Thank you so much. Your notes really helped."

"You aced your test?"

He smirked. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something, but one of his friends called him for football practice. "Well, I'll see you in math," he said with a wink before walking away.

"Oh, someone's blushing!" Eunhee teased.

Yunho chuckled. "Wow, Y/N, I wonder what's got you all pink."

"Yonghee is so fucking cute! I kinda want to date him," you squealed, earning a scoff from an unamused San. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San who only shrugged. "Do you have an issue, San?" you asked, annoyed by his reaction.

"No, why would I?"

"Well, your reaction doesn't seem like it."

"Why would I care about you and that piece of shit?" he spat, looking away.

"You don't even know him!" your voice was raising.

"Here we go again," Yeosang muttered under his breath.

San glared at you. "As if you know about the way he screws around with—"

"So what? I'd rather be with someone like him than with someone like you," you stated in a cold tone. San's face fell, but he immediately put his pokerface on.

Seonghwa sighed. "Can you two stop fighting for once?"

"It's his fault," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, it's yours," San retorted. "You could've ignored me."

You were about to say something, but the bell rang. You glared at San before dragging Wooyoung and Mingi with you to your next class.

A month later, you ended up in an FWB relationship with Kim Yonghee. So far, things were going really well.

You were at Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm with everyone. You noticed how San has been really quiet and sulky these past few days. Despite always arguing with him, you felt worried for him. You wanted to ask him if he was all right, but you knew he'd just roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.

You nudged Yunho who was sitting beside you. "Is San all right?" you whispered in his ear.

Yunho shook his head. "No, he's not okay. I don't know what happened, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it." You nodded, but you felt like Yunho was lying to you.

"Y/N, how are things going on between you and Yonghee?" Mingi asked.

"Good," you answered with a smile. "He's an absolute gentleman."

"Yeah, I could tell from last night," Eunhee teased, making you choke on nothing in particular, wondering how she found out about you sneaking Yonghee into your suite style dorm. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Y/N."

San slammed his can of sprite on the table, startling a few of you. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," he mumbled. "Yunho, I'm going to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow." You noticed Wooyoung and Seonghwa share a glance before Seonghwa nodded.

"I'm heading back as well. Good night guys," Seonghwa said, quickly getting up and following San. There was clearly something up with San and you really wanted to find out.

-

While you were having lunch with your friends, Yonghee came to your table. He kissed you gently, earning an 'aww' from Eunhee and Jiwoo.

"Hey, hey, hey, no kissing in front of her older brother," Hongjoong said sternly. You rolled your eyes; he was only older by eight minutes.

"Sorry, man," Yonghee chuckled. "Here," he handed you a few sheets. "Seunghun told me to give this to you. It's his part of the assignment you both are working on. He said you can arrange it however you'd like."

"Ah, tell him I said thanks," you said.

"Will do, doll." he kissed your head before leaving.

San witnessed the entire scene and he lost his appetite. He pushed his food around with his spoon, feeling heartbroken.

"Step up your game, bro," Mingi said to San in a low tone so that the others couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" San questioned.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "We all know you like Y/N. Don't give her up easily."

"Well, she likes Yonghee."

"They're only friends with benefits," Hongjoong said, joining the conversation. "They're just fooling around. I know it might seem like she has feelings for him, but trust me, she doesn't."

San bit his lip anxiously. "But she hates me."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "I know my sister well enough to say that she doesn't hate you, Sannie. In fact, she was really hurt 'cause she thinks you hate her. You both should really stop fighting and assuming shit."

"She doesn't hate me?" San asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't, you idiot," Mingi muttered with a sigh. "Now step up your game, San, before someone else sweeps her off her feet."

You were watching the volleyball team practice for an upcoming inter-school match. San and Yeosang were on the team, so your entire group was here as well, watching them practice 'cause there was nothing else to do.

You had to admit, San was a great captain. He was so sweet to them and hyped them up every time they did well. It was even more fascinating to watch him play. When the team decided to take a break, he approached you, taking his water bottle from where you were sitting.

You couldn't help but check him out in the team uniform. The blue tank top and shorts exposed the muscles on his arms and thighs. He titled his head back, pouring the water into his mouth. You watched his Adam's apple bob with every gulp, and the way a few drops of water rolled down his lips and chin. His jawline looked sharper, and you saw a bead of sweat travelling down the side of his face. San looked undeniably attractive, especially with his new eyebrow piercing and dyed black hair; he already looked so good with his previous brown hair, and now he looked irresistible.

"Y/N, I asked you something," San said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you hoped he didn't notice you checking him out. San and you have surprisingly not had any fights recently, and he wasn't making any comments to piss you off either. You wondered why he suddenly changed his behavior towards you after years of getting on your nerves.

He smirked, pointing to his little red bag. "Could you open my bag and give me the green towel?" You did as he said, unkowingly blushing. San noticed everything, but he didn't say anything about it yet. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel, suddenly leaning in close to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, and your heartbeat sped up. San reached behind you to take his bag, shoving the towel and his water bottle inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, mentally reminding yourself to get your shit together. You glanced at your friends, relieved that they were too busy talking to notice the little scene between you and San; you knew they would tease the shit out of you if they saw what happened.

"Y/N," Yeosang called out. "You're coming for the party tomorrow night, no?"

"Of course," you said, a little confused as to why he suddenly asked. "Jiwoo would kill me if I missed it."

Jiwoo turned her head at the mention of her name. "Damn right, I would," she said with a nod.

Yeosang smirked. "You're coming in my car."

-

"I have to sit on San's lap?!" you half-yelled at Yeosang.

"Yeah, Yunho is sitting in the front with the Pegasus glass figurine he got for Jiwoo. The painting I got is in the backseat, and our bags are in the trunk. So you don't have a choice."

You bit your lip. "Fine."

You waited outside the car until San and Yunho came from their dorm. You wondered why San wasn't surprised when you told him you had to sit on his lap, but you brushed it off, assuming Yeosang would've told him earlier.

San was dressed in all black: ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. You sat on his lap, closing the car door. He looked irresistible and his Chanel perfume made him smell so good, you didn't know how you'd survive the half an hour long car ride to Jiwoo's mansion without him noticing you inhaling his scent like air.

San gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you could sit comfortably. Yeosang started driving and you hoped time would go really fast.

Unfortunately, time seemed to be going really slow for you.

San pushed your hair to one side, making you lean back a little so that your back was pressed against his chest. "Sit comfortably, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear.

Yunho was talking about something, but you paid no attention. The only thing you could focus on was San's beautiful voice and laughs while you blankly stared out the window.

San noticed you weren't paying attention. He leaned forward a little, his lips coming in contact with the bare skin of your shoulder, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "Are you cold?" San teased when he saw the goosebumps on your bare thighs; you cursed yourself for wearing a short off-shoulder dress.

"Yeah, I am," you lied. San rubbed his palms together before placing them on your thighs. You gasped softly at his warm touch. He gently rubbed your thighs, trying to warm you up like as if he didn't know why you got goosebumps in the first place.

"We're here, guys," Yeosang announced, pulling up into Jiwoo's mansion that was lit up with a lot of LED lights.

You quickly got out of the car once Yeosang parked, running to hug Jiwoo.

"Happy eighteenth, Jiwoo!"

She chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"I can't wait to see you drunk!" you said with a giggle, excited that your friend could finally drink. She playfully rolled her eyes, dragging you inside to where half your school was while she told you which room you would be staying in. You were sure there were nearly two hundred people here, but you weren't surprised; Jiwoo's birthday parties were always like this.

"By the way, you're sharing a room with San tonight," Jiwoo said.

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why? Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping in your room?"

"Yeah," she said. "But, um... Yunho might be there and I don't think you'd want to witness us—"

"Okay, okay!" you half-yelled. "Why can't I sleep in Eunhee's room?"

"Ask Hongjoong if he's willing to switch with you," she chuckled and you groaned, knowing very well your twin brother would rather sleep next to his girlfriend than next to his friend.

But maybe he would agree? After all, he's quite protective of you and he wouldn't let you sleep next to a guy.

"Absolutely not," Hongjoong replied when you asked him to switch places with you.

"Joong! How can you let your baby sister sleep with a guy?" you whined.

He shrugged. "I trust San more than any other guy here. Besides, I need some privacy with my girl, you know? The dorms aren't a very great place to—"

You slammed your palm over his mouth, shutting him up. "I get it! I'll just deal with it."

You walked over to the bar, getting a whiskey and coke. You didn't have an issue with sleeping next to San; you just didn't know how you'd control yourself around him, especially after what happened hardly an hour ago.

After Jiwoo cut her huge birthday cake and popped a bottle of Champagne, some people from your grade sat down in one of the rooms to play truth or dare. Wooyoung and Mingi literally begged you to play and of course, you couldn't refuse.

"All right, I'm gonna spin it," Jongho said, spinning an empty beer bottle. It landed on Yeosang. "Truth or dare, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Truth," he answered.

"I got one!" Seonghwa said, turning to smirk at Yeosang. "Do you like a certain Japanese girl who's in your economics class?" You chuckled, glancing at the Japanese girl who was sitting right across Yeosang.

Yeosang smirked. "Of course I like my girlfriend." Your jaw dropped and so did many other's. You glanced at Mayumi who was clearly blushing; she reminded you so much of Yeosang.

"Kang Yeosang! You sly shit!" Wooyoung yelled, playfully tackling his friend to the ground.

"I knew something was happening between them!" Hongjoong stated with a laugh, making Mayumi turn pinker than she already was.

After a few more rounds, some people left, making the circle of people smaller. Eunhee spun the bottle and it landed on herself.

"Truth or dare?" Mingi asked.

"Truth."

"Is Hongjoong hyung a dom or a sub?" Mingi asked with a smirk.

"Both, but mostly a dom," she answered, unbothered.

"I'm not even surprised," Wooyoung said before spinning the bottle. It landed on you.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'll go with dare."

Wooyoung grinned mischievously. "I dare you to . . . give San a hickey." You choked on nothing in particular.

"In front of you all?"

"Obviously not!" Hongjoong said in disgust. "I'd rather not witness that."

Your friends cheered for you when you got up and dragged San along with you to the room you both had to share tonight. Your heart raced with every step you took, and when he closed the door, the only sound you could hear was your pounding heartbeat.

San removed his shoes before sitting on the middle of the bed. You took off your heels, getting on the bed as well.

"Where do you want it?" you asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Below my collarbone or here," he pointed to an area of the left side of his neck. You decided to give it on his neck because you've never given a collarbone hickey, so you didn't want to screw it up and embarrass yourself in front of the man who was currently driving you crazy.

San sat against the headboard of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. You placed a hand at his nape and the other at his shoulder, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. You gently brushed your lips against his skin before kissing around the area for a while. Your hand at his nape moved into his hair, tugging on it. San groaned softly, hands gripping your waist while he tilted his head to give you more access. You started to suck on his skin, making sure you bit him gently and gave him a few little licks. San's hands pushed you down on his growing bulge, making you moan against his skin. You pulled away from his neck, eyes instantly locking with his. You glanced between his eyes and his lips, unknowingly biting your own. San freed your bottom lip with his thumb, running it over your lip.

"I'd like to bite that lip," San said in a low tone. You couldn't control yourself anymore. You crashed your lips onto his and he responded just as eagerly as you. San took your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently pulling and biting on it, making you moan. He smirked, pulling away. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"Don't you hate me?" you asked, shocked by his little confession.

San flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. He pressed his bulge against you. "What do you think?" he whispered, making you blush. "Y/N, you drive me absolutely crazy. I've liked you ever since ninth grade." Your eyes widened; he has liked you ever since he joined your school?!

"But— Then why were you always fighting with me?" you couldn't help but ask, even though right now wasn't a very... appropriate time.

"Remember how I was back then? I was so nerdy and you liked guys who were the complete opposite of that," he said, cupping your cheek. "No matter how hard I tried to get you to like someone like me, it just never worked. You always liked seniors and dated playboys. And then when I started screwing around, you still didn't like me. I guess... I guess that's why I fought with you a lot and it got worse over the years."

"San, you were perfect," you murmured. "I always thought you were way too good for me, that's why I never really bothered." you ran your hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for making you change yourself..."

San shook his head, lying beside you on the bed. "It's not your fault. I was fifteen and stupid, Y/N. Besides, I'm used to being like this now." You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. "Y/N, I hated seeing you with Yonghee. I know you guys aren't dating, but the thought of you with him or with anyone else... I really hate it," he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating a lot. You cupped his cheek, giving him an encouraging smile.

San took a deep breath. "Um, Y/N, do you... feel the same way about me?" You immediately kissed him as an answer, making him blush and sigh in relief.

"Well, my dare is complete," you murmured, fingers running over the hickey you had given him. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on it. "How about we continue from where we left off?" you whispered in his ear.

San smirked, pulling you close to his body by your waist. "Mhmm, I'd like that."

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BX: If you have any complaints about how I lead this group, you can put them in the suggestion box

CIX members:

Yonghee: That's... a garbage can

BX: Exactly